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  • Jahnets
    That was very good... Dear Friends, Click the link if you don t receive the images or can t proceed to page 2. http://www.michaeljournal.org/myth.htm Love and
    Message 1 of 2 , Nov 3, 2006
      That was very good...

      Dear Friends,

      Click the link if you don't receive the images or can't proceed to page 2.


      Love and Light.


      The financial enigma resolved — A debt-money system
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      by Louis Even
      “The Money Myth Exploded” was one of the first articles of Louis Even, and
      remains one of the most popular to explain how money is created as a debt by
      private banks. It is available in the form of an 8-page leaflet (tabloid
      format) that you can order from the “Michael” office, in several languages:
      English, French, Spanish, Italian, German, Polish, Portuguese.
      1. Shipwreck survivors
      An explosion had blown their ship apart. Each one grasped the first bit of
      wreckage that came to hand. And when it was over, there were five left, five
      huddled on a raft which the waves carried along at their will. As for the
      other victims of the disaster, there was no sign of them.
      Hour after long hour their eyes searched the horizon. Would some passing
      ship sight them? Would their make-shift raft finds its way to some friendly
      Suddenly a cry rang out: “Land! Look! Over there, in the direction the
      waves are carrying us!”
      And as the vague silhouette proved itself to be, in fact, the outline of a
      shore, the figures on the raft danced with joy.
      They were five. There was Frank, the carpenter, big and energetic. It was
      he who had first cried, “Land!”.
      Then Paul, a farmer. You can see him, front and left in the picture, on
      his knees, one hand against the floor, the other gripping the mast of the
      Next is Jim, an animal breeder; he's the one in the striped pants,
      kneeling and gazing in the direction of land.
      Then there is Harry, an agriculturist, a little on the stout side, seated
      on a trunk salvaged from the wreck.
      And finally Tom, a prospector and a mineralogist; he is the merry fellow
      standing in the rear of the picture with his hand on the carpenter's
      shoulder. 2. A providential island
      To our five men, setting foot on land was like returning to life from the
      When they had dried and warmed themselves their first impulse was to
      explore this little island on to which they had been cast, far from
      A quick survey was sufficient to raise their spirit. The island was not a
      barren rock. True enough, they were the only men on it at the moment. But
      judging from the herds of semi-domesticated animals they encountered, there
      must have been men here at some time before them. Jim, the animal breeder,
      was sure he could completely domesticate them and put them to good service.
      Paul found the island's soil, for the most part, to be quite suitable for
      Harry discovered some fruit trees which, if properly tended, would give
      good harvests.
      Most important were the large stands of timber embracing many types of
      wood. Frank, without too much difficulty, would be able to build houses for
      the little community.
      As for Tom, the prospector, well, the rock formations of the island showed
      signs of rich mineral deposits. Lacking the tools, Tom still felt his
      ingenuity and initiative could produce metals from the ores.
      So each could serve the common good with his special talent. All agreed to
      call the place Salvation Island. All gave thanks to Providence for the
      reasonably happy ending to what could have been stark tragedy.
      3. True wealth
      Here are the men at work.
      The carpenter builds houses and makes furniture. At first they find their
      food where they can. But soon the fields are tilled and seeded, and the
      farmer has his crops.
      As season followed season this island, this heritage of the five men,
      Salvation Island, became richer and richer.
      Its wealth was not that of gold or of paper bank notes, but one of true
      value; a wealth of food and clothing and shelter, of all the things to meet
      human needs.
      Each man worked at his own trade. Whatever surpluses he might have of his
      own produce, he exchanged for the surplus products of the others.
      Life wasn't always as smooth and complete as they could have wished it to
      be. They lacked many of the things to which they had been accustomed in
      civilization. But their lot could have been a great deal worse.
      Besides, all had experienced the depression in Canada. They still
      remembered the empty bellies side by side with stores crammed with food.
      At least, on Salvation Island, they weren't forced to see the things they
      needed rot before their eyes. Taxes were unknown here. Nor did they go in
      constant fear of seizure by the bailiff. They worked hard but at least they
      could enjoy the fruits of their toil.
      So they developed the island, thanking God and hoping for the day of
      reunion with their families, still in possession of life and health, those
      two greatest of blessings. 4. A serious inconvenience
      Our men often got together to talk over their affairs.
      Under the simple economic system which had developed, one thing was
      beginning to bother then more and more; they had no form of money. Barter,
      the direct exchange of goods for goods, had its drawbacks. The products to
      be exchanged were not always at hand when a trade was discussed. For
      example, wood delivered to the farmer in winter could not be paid for in
      potatoes until six months later.
      Sometimes one man might have an article of considerable size which he
      wished to exchange for a number of smaller articles produced by different
      men at different times.
      All this complicated business and laid a heavy burden on the memory. With
      a monetary system, however, each one could sell his products to the others
      for money. With this money he could buy from the others the things he
      wanted, when he wished and when they were available.
      It was agreed that a system of money would indeed be very convenient. But
      none of them knew how to set up such a system. They knew how to produce true
      wealth - goods. But how to produce money, the symbol of this wealth, was
      something quite beyond them. They were ignorant of the origin of money, and
      needing it they didn't know how to produce it. Certainly, many men of
      education would have been in the same boat; all our governments were in that
      predicament during the ten years prior to the war. The only thing the
      country lacked at that time was money, and the governments apparently didn't
      know what to do to get it.
      5. Arrival of a refugee
      One evening, when our boys were sitting on the beach going over their
      problem for the hundredth time, they suddenly saw approaching a small boat
      with a solitary man at the oars.
      They learned that he was the only survivor of a wreck. His name: Oliver.
      Delighted to have a new companion, they provided him with the best that
      they had, and they took him on an inspection tour of the colony.
      “Even though we're lost and cut off from the rest of the world,” they told
      him, “we haven't too much to complain about. The earth and the forest are
      good to us. We lack only one thing — money. That would make it easier for us
      to exchange our products.”
      “Well, you can thank Providence,” replied Oliver, “because I am a banker,
      and in no time at all, I'll set up a system of money guaranteed to satisfy
      you. Then you'll have everything that people in civilization have.”
      A banker!... A BANKER!... An angel coming down out of the clouds couldn't
      have inspired more reverence and respect in our men. For, after all, are we
      not accustomed, we people in civilization, to genuflect before bankers,
      those men who control the lifeblood of finance?
      6. Civilization's god
      “Mr. Oliver, as our banker, your only occupation on this island will be to
      look after our money; no manual labour.”
      “I shall, like every other banker, carry out to complete satisfaction my
      task of forging the community's prosperity.”
      “Mr. Oliver, we're going to build you a house that will be in keeping with
      your dignity as a banker. But in the meantime, do you mind if we lodge you
      in the building that we use for our get-togethers?”
      “That will suit me, my friends. But first of all, unload the boat. There's
      paper and a printing press, complete with ink and type, and there's a little
      barrel which I exhort you to treat with the greatest care.”
      They unloaded everything. The small barrel aroused intense curiosity in
      our good fellows.
      “This barrel,” Oliver announced, “contains a treasure beyond dreams. It is
      full of... gold!”
      Full of gold! The five all but swooned. The god of civilization here on
      Salvation Island! The yellow god, always hidden, yet terrible in its power,
      whose presence or absence or slightest caprice could decide the very fate of
      all the civilized nations!
      “Gold! Mr. Oliver, you are indeed a great banker!”
      “Oh august majesty! Oh honorable Oliver! Great high priest of the god,
      gold! Accept our humble homage, and receive our oaths of fidelity!”
      “Yes, my friends, gold enough for a continent. But gold is not for
      circulation. Gold must be hidden. Gold is the soul of healthy money, and the
      soul is always invisible. But I'll explain all that when you receive your
      first supply of money.”
      7. The secret burial
      Before they went their separate ways for the night, Oliver asked them one
      last question.
      “How much money will you need to begin with in order to facilitate
      They looked at one another, then deferentially towards the banker. After a
      bit of calculation, and with the advice of the kindly financier, they
      decided that $200 each would do.
      The men parted, exchanging enthusiastic comments. And in spite of the late
      hour, they spent most of the night lying awake, their imaginations excited
      by the picture of gold. It was morning before they slept.
      As for Oliver, he wasted not a moment. Fatigue was forgotten in the
      interests of his future as a banker. By dawn's first light, he dug a pit
      into which he rolled the barrel. He then filled it in, transplanting a small
      shrub to the spot about which he carefully arranged sod. It was well hidden.
      Then he went to work with his little press to turn out a thousand $1
      bills. Watching the clean new banknotes come from his press, the refugee
      turned banker thought to himself:
      “My! How simple it is to make money. All its value comes from the products
      it will buy. Without produce, these bills are worthless. My five naive
      customers don't realize that. They actually think that this new money
      derives its value from gold! Their very ignorance makes me their master.”
      And as evening drew on, the five came to Oliver — on the run.
      8. Who owns the new money?
      Five bundles of new banknotes were sitting on the table.
      “Before distributing the money,” said the banker, “I would like your
      “Now, the basis of all money is gold. And the gold stored away in the
      vault of my bank is my gold. Consequently, the money is my money. Oh! Don't
      look so discouraged. I'm going to lend you this money, and you're going to
      use it as you see fit. However, you'll have to pay interest. Considering
      that money is scarce here, I don't think 8% is unreasonable.”
      “Oh, that's quite reasonable, Mr. Oliver.”
      “One last point, my friends. Business is business, even between pals.
      Before you get the money, each of you is going to sign a paper. By it you
      will bind yourselves to pay both interest and capital under penalty of
      confiscation of property by me. Oh! This is a mere formality. Your property
      is of no interest to me. I'm satisfied with money. And I feel sure that I'll
      get my money, and that you'll keep your property.”
      “That makes sense, Mr. Oliver. We're going to work harder than ever in
      order to pay you back.”
      “That's the spirit. And any time you have a problem, you come and see me.
      Your banker is your best friend. Now here's two hundred dollars for each one
      of you.”
      And our five brave fellows went away, their hands full of dollar bills,
      their heads swimming with the ecstasy of having money.
      9. A problem in arithmetic
      And so Oliver's money went into circulation on the island. Trade,
      simplified by money, doubled. Everybody was happy.
      And the banker was always greeted with unfailing respect and gratitude.
      But now, let's see... Why does Tom, the prospector, look so grave as he
      sits busily figuring with a pencil and paper? It is because Tom, like the
      others, has signed an agreement to repay Oliver, in one year's time, the
      $200 plus $16 interest. But Tom has only a few dollars in his pocket, and
      the date of payment is near.
      For a long time he had wrestled with this problem from his own personal
      point of view, without success. Finally, he looked at it from the angle of
      the little community as a whole.
      “Taking into consideration everyone on the island as a whole,” he mused,
      “are we capable of meeting our obligations? Oliver turned out a total of
      $1000. He's asking in return $1080. But even if we bring him every dollar
      bill on the island, we'll still be $80 short. Nobody made the extra $80. We
      turn out produce, not dollar bills. So Oliver can take over the entire
      island, since all the inhabitants together can't pay him back the total
      amount of the capital and the interest.
      “Even if a few, without any thought for the others, were able to do so,
      those others would fall. And the turn of the first spared would come
      eventually. The banker will have everything. We'd better hold a meeting
      right away and decide what to do about it.”
      Tom, with his figures in his hand, had no difficulty in proving the
      situation. All agreed that they had been duped by the kindly banker. They
      decided upon a meeting at Oliver's.
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