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Tesla: Life and murder of a great man
 Thu May 10, 2007 12:38 pm
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The Strange Life Of Nikola Tesla
The Autobiography of Nikola Tesla
Chapter 1
The progressive development of man is vitally dependent on invention. It is the most important product of his creative brain. Its ultimate purpose is the complete mastery of mind over the material world, the harnessing of the forces of nature to human needs. This is the difficult task of the inventor who is often misunderstood and unrewarded. But he finds ample compensation in the pleasing exercises of his powers and in the knowledge of being one of that exceptionally privileged class without whom the race would have long ago perished in the bitter struggle against pitiless elements. Speaking for myself, I have already had more than my full measure of this exquisite enjoyment; so much, that for many years my life was little short of continuous rapture. I am credited with being one of the hardest workers and perhaps I am, if thought is the equivalent of labour, for I have devoted to it almost all of my waking hours. But if work is interpreted to be a definite performance in a specified time according to a rigid rule, then I may be the worst of idlers. Every effort under compulsion demands a sacrifice of life-energy. I never paid such a price. On the contrary, I have thrived on my thoughts. In attempting to give a connected and faithful account of my activities in this story of my life, I must dwell, however reluctantly, on the impressions of my youth and the circumstances and events which have been instrumental in determining my career. Our first endeavors are purely instinctive prompting of an imagination vivid and undisciplined. As we grow older reason asserts itself and we become more and more systematic and designing. But those early impulses, though not immediately productive, are of the greatest moment and may shape our very destinies. Indeed, I feel now that had I understood and cultivated instead of suppressing them, I would have added substantial value to my bequest to the world. But not until I had attained manhood did I realize that I was an inventor.
This was due to a number of causes. In the first place I had a brother who was gifted to an extraordinary degree; one of those rare phenomena of mentality which biological investigation has failed to explain. His premature death left my earth parents disconsolate. (I will explain my remark about my "earth parents" later.) We owned a horse which had been presented to us by a dear friend. It was a magnificent animal of Arabian breed, possessed of almost human intelligence, and was cared for and petted by the whole family, having on one occasion saved my dear father's life under remarkable circumstances.
My father had been called one winter night to perform an urgent duty and while crossing the mountains, infested by wolves, the horse became frightened and ran away, throwing him violently to the ground. It arrived home bleeding and exhausted, but after the alarm was sounded, immediately dashed off again, returning to the spot, and before the searching party were far on the way they were met by my father, who had recovered consciousness and remounted, not realizing that he had been lying in the snow for several hours. This horse was responsible for my brother's injuries from which he died. I witnessed the tragic scene and although so many years have elapsed since, my visual impression of it has lost none of its force. The recollection of his attainments made every effort of mine seem dull in comparison. Anything I did that was creditable merely caused my parents to feel their loss more keenly. So I grew up with little confidence in myself.
But I was far from being considered a stupid boy, if I am to judge from an incident of which I have still a strong remembrance. One day the Aldermen were passing through a street where I was playing with other boys. The oldest of these venerable gentlemen, a wealthy citizen, paused to give a silver piece to each of us. Coming to me, he suddenly stopped and commanded, "Look in my eyes." I met his gaze, my hand outstretched to receive the much valued coin, when to my dismay, he said, "No, not much; you can get nothing from me. You are too smart."
They used to tell a funny story about me. I had two old aunts with wrinkled faces, one of them having two teeth protruding like the tusks of an elephant, which she buried in my cheek every time she kissed me. Nothing would scare me more then the prospects of being by these affectionate, unattractive relatives. It happened that while being carried in my mother's arms, they asked who was the prettier of the two. After examining their faces intently, I answered thoughtfully, pointing to one of them, "This here is not as ugly as the other."
Then again, I was intended from my very birth, for the clerical profession and this thought constantly oppressed me. I longed to be an engineer, but my father was inflexible. He was the son of an officer who served in the army of the Great Napoleon and in common with his brother, professor of mathematics in a prominent institution, had received a military education; but, singularly enough, later embraced the clergy in which vocation he achieved eminence. He was a very erudite man, a veritable natural philosopher, poet and writer and his sermons were said to be as eloquent as those of Abraham a-Sancta-Clara. He had a prodigious memory and frequently recited at length from works in several languages. He often remarked playfully that if some of the classics were lost he could restore them. His style of writing was much admired. He penned sentences short and terse and full of wit and satire. The humorous remarks he made were always peculiar and characteristic. Just to illustrate, I may mention one or two instances.
Among the help, there was a cross-eyed man called Mane, employed to do work around the farm. He was chopping wood one day. As he swung the axe, my father, who stood nearby and felt very uncomfortable, cautioned him, "For God's sake, Mane, do not strike at what you are looking but at what you intend to hit."
On another occasion he was taking out for a drive, a friend who carelessly permitted his costly fur coat to rub on the carriage wheel. My father reminded him of it saying, "Pull in your coat; you are ruining my tire."
He had the odd habit of talking to himself and would often carry on an animated conversation and indulge in heated argument, changing the tone of his voice. A casual listener might have sworn that several people were in the room.
Although I must trace to my mother's influence whatever inventiveness I possess, the training he gave me must have been helpful. It comprised all sorts of exercises - as, guessing one another's thoughts, discovering the defects of some form of expression, repeating long sentences or performing mental calculations. These daily lessons were intended to strengthen memory and reason, and especially to develop the critical sense, and were undoubtedly very beneficial.
My mother descended from one of the oldest families in the country and a line of inventors. Both her father and grandfather originated numerous implements for household, agricultural and other uses. She was a truly great woman, of rare skill, courage and fortitude, who had braved the storms of life and passed through many a trying experience. When she was sixteen, a virulent pestilence swept the country. Her father was called away to administer the last sacraments to the dying and during his absence she went alone to the assistance of a neighboring family who were stricken by the dread disease. She bathed, clothed and laid out the bodies, decorating them with flowers according to the custom of the country and when her father returned he found everything ready for a Christian burial.
My mother was an inventor of the first order and would, I believe, have achieved great things had she not been so remote from modern life and its multifold opportunities. She invented and constructed all kinds of tools and devices and wove the finest designs from thread which was spun by her. She even planted seeds, raised the plants and separated the fibers herself. She worked indefatigably, from break of day till late at night, and most of the wearing apparel and furnishings of the home were the product of her hands. When she was past sixty, her fingers were still nimble enough to tie three knots in an eyelash.
There was another and still more important reason for my late awakening. In my boyhood I suffered from a peculiar affliction due to the appearance of images, often accompanied by strong flashes of light, which marred the sight of real objects and interfered with my thoughts and action. They were pictures of things and scenes which I had really seen, never of those imagined. When a word was spoken to me the image of the object it designated would present itself vividly to my vision and sometimes I was quite unable to distinguish weather what I saw was tangible or not. This caused me great discomfort and anxiety. None of the students of psychology or physiology whom I phenomenon. They seem to have been unique although I was probably predisposed, as I know that my brother experienced a similar trouble. The theory I have formulated is that the images were the result of a reflex action from the brain on the retina under great excitation. They certainly were not hallucinations such as are produced in diseased and anguished minds, for in other respects I was normal and composed. To give an idea of my distress, suppose that I had witnessed a funeral or some such nerve-wracking spectacle. The, inevitably, in the stillness of night, a vivid picture of the scene would thrust itself before my eyes and persist despite all my efforts to banish it. If my explanation is correct, it should be possible to project on a screen the image of any object one conceives and make it visible. Such an advance would revolutionize all human relations. I am convinced that this wonder can and will be accomplished in time to come. I may add that I have devoted much thought to the solution of the problem.
I have managed to reflect such a picture, which I have seen in my mind, to the mind of another person, in another room. To free myself of these tormenting appearances, I tried to concentrate my mind on something else I had seen, and in this way I would often obtain temporary relief; but in order to get it I had to conjure continuously new images. It was not long before I found that I had exhausted all of those at my command; my 'reel' had run out as it were, because I had seen little of the world -- only objects in my home and the immediate surroundings. As I performed these mental operations for the second or third time, in order to chase the appearances from my vision, the remedy gradually lost all its force. Then I instinctively commenced to make excursions beyond the limits of the small world of which I had knowledge, and I saw new scenes. These were at first very blurred and indistinct, and would flit away when I tried to concentrate my attention upon them. They gained in strength and distinctness and finally assumed the concreteness of real things. I soon discovered that my best comfort was attained if I simply went on in my vision further and further, getting new impressions all the time, and so I began to travel; of course, in my mind. Every night, (and sometimes during the day), when alone, I would start on my journeys -- see new places, cities and countries; live there, meet people and make friendships and acquaintances and, however unbelievable, it is a fact that they were just as dear to me as those in actual life, and not a bit less intense in their manifestations.
This I did constantly until I was about seventeen, when my thoughts turned seriously to invention. Then I observed to my delight that I could visualize with the greatest facility. I needed no models, drawings or experiments. I could picture them all as real in my mind. Thus I have been led unconsciously to evolve what I consider a new method of materializing inventive concepts and ideas, which is radically opposite to the purely experimental and is in my opinion ever so much more expeditious and efficient.
The moment one constructs a device to carry into practice a crude idea, he finds himself unavoidably engrossed with the details of the apparatus. As he goes on improving and reconstructing, his force of concentration diminishes and he loses sight of the great underlying principle. Results may be obtained, but always at the sacrifice of quality. My method is different. I do not rush into actual work. When I get an idea, I start at once building it up in my imagination. I change the construction, make improvements and operate the device in my mind. It is absolutely immaterial to me whether I run my turbine in thought or test it in my shop. I even note if it is out of balance. There is no difference whatever; the results are the same. In this way I am able to rapidly develop and perfect a conception without touching anything. When I have gone so far as to embody in the invention every possible improvement I can think of and see no fault anywhere, I put into concrete form this final product of my brain. Invariably my device works as I conceived that it should, and the experiment comes out exactly as I planned it. In twenty years there has not been a single exception. Why should it be otherwise? Engineering, electrical and mechanical, is positive in results. There is scarcely a subject that cannot be examined beforehand, from the available theoretical and practical data. The carrying out into practice of a crude idea as is being generally done, is, I hold, nothing but a waste of energy, money, and time.
My early affliction had however, another compensation. The incessant mental exertion developed my powers of observation and enabled me to discover a truth of great importance. I had noted that the appearance of images was always preceded by actual vision of scenes under peculiar and generally very exceptional conditions, and I was impelled on each occasion to locate the original impulse. After a while this effort grew to be almost automatic and I gained great facility in connecting cause and effect. Soon I became aware, to my surprise, that every thought I conceived was suggested by an external impression. Not only this but all my actions were prompted in a similar way. In the course of time it became perfectly evident to me that I was merely an automation endowed with power OF MOVEMENT RESPONDING TO THE STIMULI OF THE SENSE ORGANS AND THINKING AND ACTING ACCORDINGLY. The practical result of this was the art of teleautomatics which has been so far carried out only in an imperfect manner. Its latent possibilities will, however be eventually shown. I have been years planning self-controlled automata and believe that mechanisms can be produced which will act as if possessed of reason, to a limited degree, and will create a revolution in many commercial and industrial departments. I was about twelve years of age when I first succeeded in banishing an image from my vision by willful effort, but I never had any control over the flashes of light to which
I have referred. They were, perhaps, my strangest and [most] inexplicable experience. They usually occurred when I found myself in a dangerous or distressing situations or when I was greatly exhilarated. In some instances I have seen all the air around me filled with tongues of living flame. Their intensity, instead of diminishing, increased with time and seemingly attained a maximum when I was about twenty-five years old.
While in Paris in 1883, a prominent French manufacturer sent me an invitation to a shooting expedition which I accepted. I had been long confined to the factory and the fresh air had a wonderfully invigorating effect on me. On my return to the city that night, I felt a positive sensation that my brain had caught fire. I was a light as though a small sun was located in it and I passed the whole night applying cold compressions to my tortured head. Finally the flashes diminished in frequency and force but it took more than three weeks before they wholly subsided. When a second invitation was extended to me, my answer was an emphatic NO!
These luminous phenomena still manifest themselves from time to time, as when a new idea opening up possibilities strikes me, but they are no longer exciting, being of relatively small intensity. When I close my eyes I invariably observe first, a background of very dark and uniform blue, not unlike the sky on a clear but starless night. In a few seconds this field becomes animated with innumerable scintillating flakes of green, arranged in several layers and advancing towards me. Then there appears, to the right, a beautiful pattern of two systems of parallel and closely spaced lines, at right angles to one another, in all sorts of colors with yellow, green, and gold predominating. Immediately thereafter, the lines grow brighter and the whole is thickly sprinkled with dots of twinkling light. This picture moves slowly across the field of vision and in about ten seconds vanishes on the left, leaving behind a ground of rather unpleasant and inert gray until the second phase is reached. Every time, before falling asleep, images of persons or objects flit before my view. When I see them I know I am about to lose consciousness. If they are absent and refuse to come, it means a sleepless night. To what an extent imagination played in my early life, I may illustrate by another odd experience.
Like most children, I was fond of jumping and developed an intense desire to support myself in the air. Occasionally a strong wind richly charged with oxygen blew from the mountains, rendering my body light as cork and then I would leap and float in space for a long time. It was a delightful sensation and my disappointment was keen when later I undeceived myself. During that period I contracted many strange likes, dislikes and habits, some of which I can trace to external impressions while others are unaccountable. I had a violent aversion against the earring of women, but other ornaments, as bracelets, pleased me more or less according to design. The sight of a pearl would almost give me a fit, but I was fascinated with the glitter of crystals or objects with sharp edges and plane surfaces. I would not touch the hair of other people except, perhaps at the point of a revolver. I would get a fever by looking at a peach and if a piece of camphor was anywhere in the house it caused me the keenest discomfort. Even now I am not insensible to some of these upsetting impulses. When I drop little squares of paper in a dish filled with liquid, I always sense a peculiar and awful taste in my mouth. I counted the steps in my walks and calculated the cubical contents of soup plates, coffee cups and pieces of food, otherwise my meal was unenjoyable. All repeated acts or operations I performed had to be divisible by three and if I missed I felt impelled to do it all over again, even if it took hours. Up to the age of eight years, my character was weak and vacillating. I had neither courage or strength to form a firm resolve. My feelings came in waves and surges and varied unceasingly between extremes. My wishes were of consuming force and like the heads of the hydra, they multiplied. I was oppressed by thoughts of pain in life and death and religious fear. I was swayed by superstitious belief and lived in constant dread of the spirit of evil, of ghosts and ogres and other unholy monsters of the dark. Then all at once, there came a tremendous change which altered the course of my whole existence.
Of all things I liked books best. My father had a large library and whenever I could manage I tried to satisfy my passion for reading. He did not permit it and would fly in a rage when he caught me in the act. He hid the candles when he found that I was reading in secret. He did not want me to spoil my eyes. But I obtained tallow, made the wicking and cast the sticks into tin forms, and every night I would bush the keyhole and the cracks and read, often till dawn, when all others slept and my mother started on her arduous daily task.
On one occasion I came across a novel entitled 'Aoafi,' (the son of Aba), a Serbian translation of a well known Hungarian writer, Josika. This work somehow awakened my dormant powers of will and I began to practice self-control. At first my resolutions faded like snow in April, but in a little while I conquered my weakness and felt a pleasure I never knew before -- that of doing as I willed.
In the course of time this vigorous mental exercise became second to nature. At the outset my wishes had to be subdued but gradually desire and will grew to be identical. After years of such discipline I gained so complete a mastery over myself that I toyed with passions which have meant destruction to some of the strongest men. At a certain age I contracted a mania for gambling which greatly worried my parents. To sit down to a game of cards was for me the quintessence of pleasure. My father led an exemplary life and could not excuse the senseless waste of my time and money in which I indulged. I had a strong resolve, but my philosophy was bad. I would say to him, 'I can stop whenever I please, but it worth while to give up that which I would purchase with the joys of paradise?' On frequent occasions he gave vent to his anger and contempt, but my mother was different. She understood the character of men and knew that one's salvation could only be brought about through his own efforts. One afternoon, I remember, when I had lost all my money and was craving for a game, she came to me with a roll of bills and said, 'Go and enjoy yourself. The sooner you lose all we possess, the better it will be. I know that you will get over it.' She was right. I conquered my passion then and there and only regretted that it had not been a hundred times as strong. I not only vanquished but tore it from my heart so as not to leave even a trace of desire.
Ever since that time I have been as indifferent to any form of gambling as to picking teeth. During another period I smoked excessively, threatening to ruin my health. Then my will asserted itself and I not only stopped but destroyed all inclination. Long ago I suffered from heart trouble until I discovered that it was due to the innocent cup of coffee I consumed every morning. I discontinued at once, though I confess it was not an easy task. In this way I checked and bridled other habits and passions, and have not only preserved my life but derived an immense amount of satisfaction from what most men would consider privation and sacrifice.
After finishing the studies at the Polytechnic Institute and University, I had a complete nervous breakdown and while the malady lasted I observed many phenomena, strange and unbelievable...
Chapter 2
I shall dwell briefly on these extraordinary experiences, on account of their possible interest to students of psychology and physiology and also because this period of agony was of the greatest consequence on my mental development and subsequent labors. But it is indispensable to first relate the circumstances and conditions which preceded them and in which might be found their partial explanation.
From childhood I was compelled to concentrate attention upon myself. This caused me much suffering, but to my present view, it was a blessing in disguise for it has taught me to appreciate the inestimable value of introspection in the preservation of life, as well as a means of achievement. The pressure of occupation and the incessant stream of impressions pouring into our consciousness through all the gateways of knowledge make modern existence hazardous in many ways. Most persons are so absorbed in the contemplation of the outside world that they are wholly oblivious to what is passing on within themselves. The premature death of millions is primarily traceable to this cause. Even among those who exercise care, it is a common mistake to avoid imaginary, and ignore the real dangers. And what is true of an individual also applies, more or less, to a people as a whole.
Abstinence was not always to my liking, but I find ample reward in the agreeable experiences I am now making. Just in the hope of converting some to my precepts and convictions I will recall one or two.
A short time ago I was returning to my hotel. It was a bitter cold night, the ground slippery, and no taxi to be had. Half a block behind me followed another man, evidently as anxious as myself to get under cover. Suddenly my legs went up in the air. At the same instant there was a flash in my brain. The nerves responded, the muscles contracted. I swung 180 degrees and landed on my hands. I resumed my walk as though nothing had happened when the stranger caught up with me. "How old are you?" he asked, surveying me critically.
"Oh, about fifty-nine," I replied, "What of it?"
"Well," said he, "I have seen a cat do this but never a man." About a month ago I wanted to order new eye glasses and went to an oculist who put me through the usual tests. He looked at me incredulously as I read off with ease the smallest print at considerable distance. But when I told him I was past sixty he gasped in astonishment. Friends of mine often remark that my suits fit me like gloves but they do not know that all my clothing is made to measurements which were taken nearly fifteen years ago and never changed. During this same period my weight has not varied one pound. In this connection I may tell a funny story.
One evening, in the winter of 1885, Mr. Edison, Edward H. Johnson, the President of the Edison Illuminating Company, Mr. Batchellor, Manager of the works, and myself, entered a little place opposite 65 Firth Avenue, where the offices of the company were located. Someone suggested guessing weights and I was induced to step on a scale. Edison felt me all over and said: "Tesla weighs 152 lbs. to an ounce," and he guessed it exactly. Stripped I weighed 142 pounds, and that is still my weight. I whispered to Mr. Johnson; "How is it possible that Edison could guess my weight so closely?"
"Well," he said, lowering his voice. "I will tell you confidentially, but you must not say anything. He was employed for a long time in a Chicago slaughter-house where he weighed thousands of hogs every day. That's why."
My friend, the Hon. Chauncey M. Dupew, tells of an Englishman on whom he sprung one of his original anecdotes and who listened with a puzzled expression, but a year later, laughed out loud. I will frankly confess it took me longer than that to appreciate Johnson's joke. Now, my well-being is simply the result of a careful and measured mode of living and perhaps the most astonishing thing is that three times in my youth I was rendered by illness a hopeless physical wreck and given up by physicians. MORE than this, through ignorance and lightheartedness, I got into all sorts of difficulties, dangers and scrapes from which I extricated myself as by enchantment. I was almost drowned, entombed, lost and frozen. I had hair-breadth escapes from mad dogs, hogs, and other wild animals. I passed through dreadful diseases and met with all kinds of odd mishaps and that I am whole and hearty today seems like a miracle. But as I recall these incidents to my mind I feel convinced that my preservation was not altogether accidental, but was indeed the work of divine power. An inventor's endeavor is essentially life saving. Whether he harnesses forces, improves devices, or provides new comforts and conveniences, he is adding to the safety of our existence. He is also better qualified than the average individual to protect himself in peril, for he is observant and resourceful. If I had no other evidence that I was, in a measure, possessed of such qualities, I would find it in these personal experiences. The reader will be able to judge for himself if I mention one or two instances.
On one occasion, when about fourteen years old, I wanted to scare some friends who were bathing with me. My plan was to dive under a long floating structure and slip out quietly at the other end. Swimming and diving came to me as naturally as to a duck and I was confident that I could perform the feat. Accordingly I plunged into the water and, when out of view, turned around and proceeded rapidly towards the opposite side. Thinking that I was safely beyond the structure, I rose to the surface but to my dismay struck a beam. Of course, I quickly dived and forged ahead with rapid strokes until my breath was beginning to give out. Rising for the second time, my head came again in contact with a beam. Now I was becoming desperate. However, summoning all my energy, I made a third frantic attempt but the result was the same. The torture of suppressed breathing was getting unendurable, my brain was reeling and I felt myself sinking. At that moment, when my situation seemed absolutely hopeless, I experienced one of those flashes of light and the structure above me appeared before my vision. I either discerned or guessed that there was a little space between the surface of the water and the boards resting on the beams and, with consciousness nearly gone, I floated up, pressed my mouth close to the planks and managed to inhale a little air, unfortunately mingled with a spray of water which nearly choked me. Several times I repeated this procedure as in a dream until my heart, which was racing at a terrible rate, quieted down, and I gained composure. After that I made a number of unsuccessful dives, having completely lost the sense of direction, but finally succeeded in getting out of the trap when my friends had already given me up and were fishing for my body. That bathing season was spoiled for me through recklessness but I soon forgot the lesson and only two years later I fell into a worse predicament.
There was a large flour mill with a dam across the river near the city where I was studying at the time. As a rule the height of the water was only two or three inches above the dam and to swim to it was a sport not very dangerous in which I often indulged. One day I went alone to the river to enjoy myself as usual. When I was a short distance from the masonry, however, I was horrified to observe that the water had risen and was carrying me along swiftly. I tried to get away but it was too late. Luckily, though, I saved myself from being swept over by taking hold of the wall with both hands. The pressure against my chest was great and I was barely able to keep my head above the surface. Not a soul was in sight and my voice was lost in the roar of the fall. Slowly and gradually I became exhausted and unable to withstand the strain longer. Just as I was about to let go, to be dashed against the rocks below, I saw in a flash of light a familiar diagram illustrating the hydraulic principle that the pressure of a fluid in motion is proportionate to the area exposed and automatically I turned on my left side. As if by magic, the pressure was reduced and I found it comparatively easy in that position to resist the force of the stream. But the danger still confronted me. I knew that sooner or later I would be carried down, as it was not possible for any help to reach me in time, even if I had attracted attention. I am ambidextrous now, but then I was left-handed and had comparatively little strength in my right arm. For this reason I did not dare to turn on the other side to rest and nothing remained but to slowly push my body along the dam. I had to get away from the mill towards which my face was turned, as the current there was much swifter and deeper. It was a long and painful ordeal and I came near to failing at its very end, for I was confronted with a depression in the masonry. I managed to get over with the last ounce of my strength and fell in a swoon when I reached the bank, where I was found. I had torn virtually all the skin from my left side and it took several weeks before the fever had subsided and I was well. These are only two of many instanced, but they may be sufficient to show that had it not been for the inventor's instinct, I would not have lived to tell the tale.
Interested people have often asked me how and when I began to invent. This I can only answer from my present recollection in the light of which, the first attempt I recall was rather ambitious for it involved the invention of an apparatus and a method. In the former I was anticipated, but the later was original. It happened in this way. One of my playmates had come into the possession of a hook and fishing tackle which created quite an excitement in the village, and the next morning all started out to catch frogs. I was left alone and deserted owing to a quarrel with this boy. I had never seen a real hook and pictured it as something wonderful, endowed with peculiar qualities, and was despairing not to be one of the party. Urged by necessity, I somehow got hold of a piece of soft iron wire, hammered the end to a sharp point between two stones, bent it into shape, and fastened it to a strong string. I then cut a rod, gathered some bait, and went down to the brook where there were frogs in abundance. But I could not catch any and was almost discouraged when it occurred to me dangle the empty hook in front of a frog sitting on a stump. At first he collapsed but by and by his eyes bulged out and became bloodshot, he swelled to twice his normal size and made a vicious snap at the hook. Immediately I pulled him up. I tried the same thing again and again and the method proved infallible. When my comrades, who in spite of their fine outfit had caught nothing, came to me, they were green with envy. For a long time I kept my secret and enjoyed the monopoly but finally yielded to the spirit of Christmas. Every boy could then do the same and the following summer brought disaster to the frogs.
In my next attempt, I seem to have acted under the first instinctive impulse which later dominated me, -- to harness the energies of nature to the service of man. I did this through the medium of May bugs, or June bugs as they are called in America, which were a veritable pest in that country and sometimes broke the branches of trees by the sheer weight of their bodies. The bushes were black with them. I would attach as many as four of them to a cross-piece, rotably arranged on a thin spindle, and transmit the motion of the same to a large disc and so derive considerable 'power.' These creatures were remarkably efficient, for once they were started, they had no sense to stop and continued whirling for hours and hours and the hotter it was, the harder they worked. All went well until a strange boy came to the place. He was the son of a retired officer in the Austrian army. That urchin ate May-bugs alive and enjoyed them as though they were the finest blue-point oysters. That disgusting sight terminated my endeavors in this promising field and I have never since been able to touch a May-bug or any other insect for that matter.
After that, I believe, I undertook to take apart and assemble the clocks of my grandfather. In the former operation I was always successful, but often failed in the latter. So it came that he brought my work to a sudden halt in a manner not too delicate and it took thirty years before I tackled another clockwork again.
Shortly thereafter, I went into the manufacture of a kind of pop-gun which comprised a hollow tube, a piston, and two plugs of hemp. When firing the gun, the piston was pressed against the stomach and the tube was pushed back quickly with both hands. The air between the plugs was compressed and raised to a high temperature and one of them was expelled with a loud report. The art consisted in selecting a tube of the proper taper from the hollow stalks which were found in our garden. I did very well with that gun, but my activities interfered with the window panes in our house and met with painful discouragement.
If I remember rightly, I then took to carving swords from pieces of furniture which I could conveniently obtain. At that time I was under the sway of the Serbian national poetry and full of admiration for the feats of the heroes. I used to spend hours in mowing down my enemies in the form of corn-stalks which ruined the crops and netted me several spankings from my mother. Moreover, these were not of the formal kind but the genuine article.
I had all this and more behind me before I was six years old and had passed through one year of elementary school in the village of Smiljan where my family lived. At this juncture we moved to the little city of Gospic nearby. This change of residence was like a calamity to me. It almost broke my heart to part from our pigeons, chickens and sheep, and our magnificent flock of geese which used to rise to the clouds in the morning and return from the feeding grounds at sundown in battle formation, so perfect that it would have put a squadron of the best aviators of the present day to shame. In our new house I was but a prisoner, watching the strange people I saw through my window blinds. My bashfulness was such that I would rather have faced a roaring lion than one of the city dudes who strolled about. But my hardest trial came on Sunday when I had to dress up and attend the service. There I met with an accident, the mere thought of which made my blood curdle like sour milk for years afterwards. It was my second adventure in a church. Not long before, I was entombed for a night in an old chapel on an inaccessible mountain which was visited only once a year. It was an awful experience, but this one was worse. There was a wealthy lady in town, a good but pompous woman, who used to come to the church gorgeously painted up and attired with an enormous train and attendants. One Sunday I had just finished ringing the bell in the belfry and rushed downstairs, when this grand dame was sweeping out and I jumped on her train. It tore off with a ripping noise which sounded like a salvo of musketry fired by raw recruits. My father was livid with rage. He gave me a gentle slap on the cheek, the only corporal punishment he ever administered to me, but I almost feel it now. The embarrassment and confusion that followed are indescribably. I was practically ostracized until something else happened which redeemed me in the estimation of the community.
An enterprising young merchant had organized a fire department. A new fire engine was purchased, uniforms provided and the men drilled for service and parade. The engine was beautifully painted red and black. One afternoon, the official trial was prepared for and the machine was transported to the river. The entire population turned out to witness the great spectacle. When all the speeches and ceremonies were concluded, the command was given to pump, but not a drop of water came from the nozzle. The professors and experts tried in vain to locate the trouble. The fizzle was complete when I arrived at the scene. My knowledge of the mechanism was nil and I knew next to nothing of air pressure, but instinctively I felt for the suction hose in the water and found that it had collapsed. When I waded in the river and opened it up, the water rushed forth and not a few Sunday clothes were spoiled. Archimedes running naked through the streets of Syracuse and shouting Eureka at the top of his voice did not make a greater impression than myself. I was carried on the shoulders and was hero of the day.
Upon settling in the city I began a four years course in the so-called Normal School preparatory to my studies at the College or Real-Gymnasium. During this period my boyish efforts and exploits as well as troubles, continued.
Among other things, I attained the unique distinction of champion crow catcher in the country. My method of procedure was extremely simple. I would go into the forest, hide in the bushes, and imitate the call of the birds. Usually I would get several answers and in a short while a crow would flutter down into the shrubbery near me. After that, all I needed to do was to throw a piece of cardboard to detract its attention, jump up and grab it before it could extricate itself from the undergrowth. In this way I would capture as many as I desired. But on one occasion something occurred which made me respect them. I had caught a fine pair of birds and was returning home with a friend. When we left the forest, thousands of crows had gathered making a frightful racket. In a few minutes they rose in pursuit and soon enveloped us. The fun lasted until all of a sudden I received a blow on the back of my head which knocked me down. Then they attacked me viciously. I was compelled to release the two birds and was glad to join my friend who had taken refuge in a cave.
In the school room there were a few mechanical models which interested me and turned my attention to water turbines. I constructed many of these and found great pleasure in operating them. How extraordinary was my life an incident may illustrate. My uncle had no use for this kind of pastime and more than once rebuked me. I was fascinated by a description of Niagara Falls I had perused, and pictured in my imagination a big wheel run by the falls. I told my uncle that I would go to America and carry out this scheme. Thirty years later I was my ideas carried out at Niagara and marveled at the unfathomable mystery of the mind.
I made all kinds of other contrivances and contraptions but among those, the arbalests I produced were the best. My arrows, when short, disappeared from sight and at close range traversed a plank of pine one inch thick. Through the continuous tightening of the bows I developed a skin on my stomach much like that of a crocodile and I am often wondering whether it is due to this exercise that I am able even now to digest cobble-stones! Nor can I pass in silence my performances with the sling which would have enabled me to give a stunning exhibit at the Hippodrome. And now I will tell of one of my feats with this unique implement of war which will strain to the utmost the credulity of the reader.
I was practicing while walking with my uncle along the river. The sun was setting, the trout were playful and from time to time one would shoot up into the air, its glistening body sharply defined against a projecting rock beyond. Of course any boy might have hit a fish under these propitious conditions but I undertook a much more difficult task and I foretold to my uncle, to the minutest detail, what I intended doing. I was to hurl a stone to meet the fish, press its body against the rock, and cut it in two. It was no sooner said than done. My uncle looked at me almost scared out of his wits and exclaimed "Vade retra Satanae!" and it was a few days before he spoke to me again. Other records, however great, will be eclipsed but I feel that I could peacefully rest on my laurels for a thousand years.
Chapter 3.
At the age of ten I entered the Real gymnasium which was a new and fairly well equipped institution. In the department of physics were various models of classical scientific apparatus, electrical and mechanical. The demonstrations and experiments performed from time to time by the instructors fascinated me and were undoubtedly a powerful incentive to invention. I was also passionately fond of mathematical studies and often won the professor's praise for rapid calculation. This was due to my acquired facility of visualizing the figures and performing the operation, not in the usual intuitive manner, but as in actual life. Up to a certain degree of complexity it was absolutely the same to me whether I wrote the symbols on the board or conjured them before my mental vision. But freehand drawing, to which many hours of the course were devoted, was an annoyance I could not endure. This was rather remarkable as most of the members of the family excelled in it. Perhaps my aversion was simply due to the predilection I found in undisturbed thought. Had it not been for a few exceptionally stupid boys, who could not do anything at all, my record would have been the worst.
It was a serious handicap as under the then existing educational regime drawing being obligatory, this deficiency threatened to spoil my whole career and my father had considerable trouble in rail-roading me from one class to another.
In the second year at that institution I became obsessed with the idea of producing continuous motion through steady air pressure. The pump incident, of which I have been told, had set afire my youthful imagination and impressed me with the boundless possibilities of a vacuum. I grew frantic in my desire to harness this inexhaustible energy but for a long time I was groping in the dark. Finally, however, my endeavors crystallized in an invention which was to enable me to achieve what no other mortal ever attempted. Imagine a cylinder freely rotatable on two bearings and partly surrounded by a rectangular trough which fits it perfectly. The open side of the trough is enclosed by a partition so that the cylindrical segment within the enclosure divides the latter into two compartments entirely separated from each other by air-tight sliding joints. One of these compartments being sealed and once for all exhausted, the other remaining open, a perpetual rotation of the cylinder would result. At least, so I thought.
A wooden model was constructed and fitted with infinite care and when I applied the pump on one side and actual observed that there was a tendency to turning, I was delirious with joy. Mechanical flight was the one thing I wanted to accomplish although still under the discouraging recollection of a bad fall I sustained by jumping with an umbrella from the top of a building. Every day I used to transport myself through the air to distant regions but could not understand just how I managed to do it. Now I had something concrete, a flying machine with nothing more than a rotating shaft, flapping wings, and; - a vacuum of unlimited power! From that time on I made my daily aerial excursions in a vehicle of comfort and luxury as might have befitted King Solomon. It took years before I understood that the atmospheric pressure acted at right angles to the surface of the cylinder and that the slight rotary effort I observed was due to a leak! Though this knowledge came gradually it gave me a painful shock.
I had hardly completed my course at the Real Gymnasium when I was prostrated with a dangerous illness or rather, a score of them, and my condition became so desperate that I was given up by physicians. During this period I was permitted to read constantly, obtaining books from the Public Library which had been neglected and entrusted to me for classification of the works and preparation of catalogues.
One day I was handed a few volumes of new literature unlike anything I had ever read before and so captivating as to make me utterly forget me hopeless state. They were the earlier works of Mark Twain and to them might have been due the miraculous recovery which followed. Twenty-five years later, when I met Mr. Clements and we formed a friendship between us, I told him of the experience and was amazed to see that great man of laughter burst into tears...
My studies were continued at the higher Real Gymnasium in Carlstadt, Croatia, where one of my aunts resided. She was a distinguished lady, the wife of a Colonel who was an old war-horse having participated in many battles, I can never forget the three years I passed at their home. No fortress in time of war was under a more rigid discipline. I was fed like a canary bird. All the meals were of the highest quality and deliciously prepared, but short in quantity by a thousand percent. The slices of ham cut by my aunt were like tissue paper. When the Colonel would put something substantial on my plate she would snatch it away and say excitedly to him; "Be careful. Niko is very delicate."
I had a voracious appetite and suffered like Tantalus.
But I lived in an atmosphere of refinement and artistic taste quite unusual for those times and conditions. The land was low and marshy and malaria fever never left me while there despite the enormous amounts of quinine I consumed. Occasionally the river would rise and drive an army of rats into the buildings, devouring everything, even to the bundles of fierce paprika. These pests were to me a welcome diversion. I thinned their ranks by all sorts of means, which won me the unenviable distinction of rat-catcher in the community. At last, however, my course was completed, the misery ended, and I obtained the certificate of maturity which brought me to the cross-roads.
During all those years my parents never wavered in their resolve to make me embrace the clergy, the mere thought of which filled me with dread. I had become intensely interested in electricity under the stimulating influence of my Professor of Physics, who was an ingenious man and often demonstrated the principles by apparatus of his own invention. Among these I recall a device in the shape of a freely rotatable bulb, with tinfoil coating, which was made to spin rapidly when connected to a static machine. It is impossible for me to convey an adequate idea of the intensity of feeling I experienced in witnessing his exhibitions of these mysterious phenomena. Every impression produced a thousand echoes in my mind. I wanted to know more of this wonderful force; I longed for experiment and investigation and resigned myself to the inevitable with aching heart. Just as I was making ready for the long journey home I received word that my father wished me to go on a shooting expedition. It was a strange request as he had been always strenuously opposed to this kind of sport. But a few days later I learned that the cholera was raging in that district and, taking advantage of an opportunity, I returned to Gospic in disregard to my parent's wishes. It is incredible how absolutely ignorant people were as to the causes of this scourge which visited the country in intervals of fifteen to twenty years. They thought that the deadly agents were transmitted through the air and filled it with pungent odors and smoke. In the meantime they drank infested water and died in heaps. I contracted the dreadful disease on the very day of my arrival and although surviving the crisis, I was confined to bed for nine months with scarcely any ability to move. My energy was completely exhausted and for the second time I found myself at Death's door.
In one of the sinking spells which was thought to be the last, my father rushed into the room. I still see his pallid face as he tried to cheer me in tones belying his assurance. "Perhaps," I said, "I may get well if you will let me study engineering." "You will go to the best technical institution in the world," he solemnly replied, and I knew that he meant it. A heavy weight was lifted from my mind but the relief would have come too late had it not been for a marvelous cure brought through a bitter decoction of a peculiar bean. I came to life like Lazarus to the utter amazement of everybody.
My father insisted that I spend a year in healthful physical outdoor exercise to which I reluctantly consented. For most of this term I roamed in the mountains, loaded with a hunter's outfit and a bundle of books, and this contact with nature made me stronger in body as well as in mind. I thought and planned, and conceived many ideas almost as a rule delusive. The vision was clear enough but the knowledge of principles was very limited.
In one of my invention I proposed to convey letters and packages across the seas, through a submarine tube, in spherical containers of sufficient strength to resist the hydraulic pressure. The pumping plant, intended to force the water through the tube, was accurately figured and designed and all other particulars carefully worked out. Only one trifling detail, of no consequence, was lightly dismissed. I assumed an arbitrary velocity of the water and, what is more, took pleasure in making it high, thus arriving at a stupendous performance supported by faultless calculations. Subsequent reflections, however, on the resistance of pipes to fluid flow induced me to make this invention public property.
Another one of my projects was to construct a ring around the equator which would, of course, float freely and could be arrested in its spinning motion by reactionary forces, thus enabling travel at a rate of about one thousand miles an hour, impracticable by rail. The reader will smile. The plan was difficult of execution, I will admit, but not nearly so bad as that of a well known New York professor, who wanted to pump the air from the torrid to temperate zones, entirely forgetful of the fact that the Lord had provided a gigantic machine for this purpose.
Still another scheme, far more important and attractive, was to derive power from the rotational energy of terrestrial bodies. I had discovered that objects on the earth's surface owing to the diurnal rotation of the globe, are carried by the same alternately in and against the direction of translatory movement. From this results a great change in momentum, which could be utilized in the simplest imaginable manner to furnish motive effort in any habitable region of the world. I cannot find words to describe my disappointment when later I realized that I was in the predicament of Archimedes, who vainly sought for a fixed point in the universe.
At the termination of my vacation I was sent to the Poly-Technic School in Gratz, Styria (Austria), which my father had chosen as one of the oldest and best reputed institutions. That was the moment I had eagerly awaited and I began my studies under good auspices and firmly resolved to succeed. My previous training was above average, due to my father's teaching and opportunities afforded. I had acquired the knowledge of a number of languages and waded through the books of several libraries, picking up information more or less useful. Then again, for the first time, I could choose my subjects as I liked, and free-hand drawing was to bother me no more.
I had made up my mind to give my parents a surprise, and during the whole first year I regularly started my work at three o'clock in the morning and continued until eleven at night, no Sundays or holidays excepted. As most of my fellow-students took things easily, naturally I eclipsed all records. In the course of the year I passed through nine exams and the professors thought I deserved more than the highest qualifications. Armed with their flattering certificate, I went home for a short rest, expecting triumph, and was mortified when my father made light of these hard-won honors.
That almost killed my ambition; but later, after he had died, I was pained to find a package of letters which the professors had written to him to the effect that unless he took me away from the Institution I would be killed through overwork. Thereafter I devoted myself chiefly to physics, mechanics and mathematical studies, spending the hours of leisure in the libraries.
I had a veritable mania for finishing whatever I began, which often got me into difficulties. On one occasion I started to read the works of Voltaire, when I learned, to my dismay that there were close to one hundred large volumes in small print which that monster had written while drinking seventy-two cups of black coffee per diem. It had to be done, but when I laid aside that last book I was very glad, and said, "Never more!"
My first year's showing had won me the appreciation and friendship of several professors. Among these, Professor Rogner, who was teaching arithmetical subjects and geometry; Professor Poeschl, who held the chair of theoretical and experimental physics, and Dr. Alle, who taught integral calculus and specialized in differential equations. This scientist was the most brilliant lecturer to whom I ever listened. He took a special interest in my progress and would frequently remain for an hour or two in the lecture room, giving me problems to solve, in which I delighted. To him I explained a flying machine I had conceived, not an illusory invention, but one based on sound, scientific principles, which has become realizable through my turbine and will soon be given to the world. Both Professors Rogner and Poeschl were curious men. The former had peculiar ways of expressing himself and whenever he did so, there was a riot, followed by a long embarrassing pause. Professor Poeschl was a methodical and thoroughly grounded German. He had enormous feet, and hands like the paws of a bear, but all of his experiments were skillfully performed with clock-like precision and without a miss. It was in the second year of my studies that we received a Gramme Dynamo from Paris, having the horseshoe form of a laminated field magnet, and a wire wound armature with a commutator. It was connected up and various effects of the currents were shown. While Professor Poeschl was making demonstrations, running the machine was a motor, the brushes gave trouble, sparking badly, and I observed that it might be possible to operate a motor without these appliances. But he declared that it could not be done and did me the honor of delivering a lecture on the subject, at the conclusion he remarked, "Mr. Tesla may accomplish great things, but he certainly will never do this. It would be equivalent to converting a steadily pulling force, like that of gravity into a rotary effort. It is a perpetual motion scheme, an impossible idea." But instinct is something which transcends knowledge. We have, undoubtedly, certain finer fibbers that enable us to perceive truths when logical deduction, or any other willful effort of the brain, is futile.
For a time I wavered, impressed by the professor's authority, but soon became convinced I was right and undertook the task with all the fire and boundless confidence of my youth. I started by first picturing in my mind a direct-current machine, running it and following the changing flow of the currents in the armature. Then I would imagine an alternator and investigate the progresses taking place in a similar manner. Next I would visualize systems comprising motors and generators and operate them in various ways.
The images I saw were to me perfectly real and tangible. All my remaining term in Gratz was passed in intense but fruitless efforts of this kind, and I almost came to the conclusion that the problem was insolvable.
In 1880 I went to Prague, Bohemia, carrying out my father's wish to complete my education at the University there. It was in that city that I made a decided advance, which consisted in detaching the commutator from the machine and studying the phenomena in this new aspect, but still without result. In the year following there was a sudden change in my views of life.
I realized that my parents had been making too great sacrifices on my account and resolved to relieve them of the burden. The wave of the American telephone had just reached the European continent and the system was to be installed in Budapest, Hungary. It appeared an ideal opportunity, all the more as a friend of our family was at the head of the enterprise.
It was here that I suffered the complete breakdown of the nerves to which I have referred. What I experienced during the period of the illness surpasses all belief. My sight and hearing were always extraordinary. I could clearly discern objects in the distance when others saw no trace of them. Several times in my boyhood I saved the houses of our neighbors from fire by hearing the faint crackling sounds which did not disturb their sleep, and calling for help. In 1899, when I was past forty and carrying on my experiments in Colorado, I could hear very distinctly thunderclaps at a distance of 550 miles. My ear was thus over thirteen times more sensitive, yet at that time I was, so to speak, stone deaf in comparison with the acuteness of my hearing while under the nervous strain.
In Budapest I could hear the ticking of a watch with three rooms between me and the time-piece. A fly alighting on a table in the room would cause a dull thud in my ear. A carriage passing at a distance of a few miles fairly shook my whole body. The whistle of a locomotive twenty or thirty miles away made the bench or chair on which I sat, vibrate so strongly that the pain was unbearable. The ground under my feet trembled continuously. I had to support my bed on rubber cushions to get any rest at all. The roaring noises from near and far often produced the effect of spoken words which would have frightened me had I not been able to resolve them into their accumulated components. The sun rays, when periodically intercepted, would cause blows of such force on my brain that they would stun me. I had to summon all my will power to pass under a bridge or other structure, as I experienced the crushing pressure on the skull. In the dark I had the sense of a bat, and could detect the presence of an object at a distance of twelve feet by a peculiar creepy sensation on the forehead. My pulse varied from a few to two hundred and sixty beats and all the tissues of my body with twitching and tremors, which was perhaps hardest to bear. A renowned physician who have me daily large doses of Bromide of Potassium, pronounced my malady unique and incurable.
It is my eternal regret that I was not under the observation of experts in physiology and psychology at that time. I clung desperately to life, but never expected to recover. Can anyone believe that so hopeless a physical wreck could ever be transformed into a man of astonishing strength and tenacity; able to work thirty-eight years almost without a day's interruption, and find himself still strong and fresh in body and mind? Such is my case. A powerful desire to live and to continue the work and the assistance of a devoted friend, an athlete, accomplished the wonder. My health returned and with it the vigor of mind.
In attacking the problem again, I almost regretted that the struggle was soon to end. I had so much energy to spare. When I understood the task, it was not with a resolve such as men often make. With me it was a sacred vow, a question of life and death. I knew that I would perish if I failed. Now I felt that the battle was won. Back in the deep recesses of the brain was the solution, but I could net yet give it outward expression.
One afternoon, which is ever present in my recollection, I was enjoying a walk with my friend in the City Park and reciting poetry. At that age, I knew entire books by heart, word for word. One of these was Goethe's "Faust." The sun was just setting and reminded me of the glorious passage, "Sie ruckt und weicht, der Tag ist uberlebt, Dort eilt sie hin und fordert neues Leben. Oh, da? kein Flugel mich vom Boden hebt Ihr nach und immer nach zu streben! Ein schűner Traum indessen sie entweicht, Ach, au des Geistes FlŮgein wird so leicht Kein korperlicher Flugel sich gesellen!" As I uttered these inspiring words the idea was revealed. I drew with a stick on the sand, the diagram shown six years later in my address before the American Institute of Electrical Engineers, and my companion understood them perfectly. The images I saw were wonderfully sharp and clear and had the solidity of metal and stone, so much so that I told him, "See my motor here; watch me reverse it." I cannot begin to describe my emotions. Pygmalion seeing his statue come to life could not have been more deeply moved. A thousand secrets of nature which I might have stumbled upon accidentally, I would have given for that one which I had wrested from her against all odds and at the peril of my existence...
Chapter 4.
For a while I gave myself up entirely to the intense enjoyment of picturing machines and devising new forms. It was a mental state of happiness about as complete as I have ever known in life. Ideas came in an uninterrupted stream and the only difficulty I had was to hold them fast. The pieces of apparatus I conceived were to me absolutely real and tangible in every detail, even to the minutest marks and signs of wear. I delighted in imagining the motors constantly running, for in this way they presented to the mind's eye a fascinating sight. When natural inclination develops into a passionate desire, one advances towards his goal in seven-league boots. In less than two months I evolved virtually all the types of motors and modifications of the system which are now identified with my name, and which are used under many other names all over the world. It was, perhaps, providential that the necessities of existence commanded a temporary halt to this consuming activity of the mind.
I came to Budapest prompted by a premature report concerning the telephone enterprise and, as irony of fate willed it, I had to accept a position as draftsman in the Central Telegraph Office of the Hungarian Government at a salary which I deem it my privilege not to disclose. Fortunately, I soon won the interest of the Inspector-in-Chief and was thereafter employed on calculations, d
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Part 1:
Deathbed confessions, photos support claims that George H. Scherf(f), Jr., was the 41st U.S. president
According to Otto Skorzeny, pictured is the Scherff family and a few friends (circa 1938). Holding “Mother" Scherff’s hand at left is Martin Bormann. In front is Reinhardt Gehlen. In back is Joseph Mengele and to his right is Skorzeny as a young man. At center right (in the German navy uniform) is George H. Scherff, Jr. and his father George H. Scherff, Sr. Bormann became Hitler’s second in command. Reinhardt Gehlen was a chief SS officer and assassin who was smuggled out of Germany under Operation Paperclip. Skorzeny was Hitler's bodyguard and SS spy/assassin who came to the U.S. after the war under Project Paperclip. Skorzeny and GHW Bush were instrumental in merging Nazi (SS) intelligence with the OSI to form the CIA with "Wild Bill" Donovan and Allen Dulles. These guys were also part of CIA mind control experiments such as MK-ULTRA. SS officer and physician Joseph Mengele, the notoriously sadistic “Angel of Death” of Auschwitz, escaped Germany to South America after the war. George H. Scherff, Jr., became the 41st President of the United States as GHW Bush and George H. Scherff, Sr., was Nicola Tesla’s “trusted assistant.”
What you are about to read is another step beyond research pioneered in the early 90s by author/historian Webster Tarpley based largely on deathbed “clues” provided by former Hitler bodyguard Otto Skorzeny and his box of photographs. Since Skorzeny’s death in 1999, the various leads he provided have been followed up and tend to support what, at first blush, would appear to be the unbelievable rantings of an embittered old man. What remains constant as we pore through publicly available official records, private correspondence, memoirs, newspaper articles, photos and other “clues” is that Bush family records (the ones that exist) are a puzzle palace of inconsistencies and curiosities. Since it is a congressionally established fact that Prescott Bush was in business with the Nazis during WWII, we can safely say that the Bush/Nazi connection existed. Who are the Bushes? How did they get connected with the Nazis? Is the connection still alive through U.S. presidents George H.W. Bush and George W. Bush? The answers are not as literal as we would like them to be. But we have the testimony of Otto Skorzeny and his photos—especially the one at right. So, here we go—the first installment of an investigation that points to a curious conclusion: The “Bush” family was created to destroy America.
By Don Nicoloff
What we are taught about history in American schools is not history, but a fairy tale. Better yet, it is propaganda designed to hoodwink an unsuspecting society about its true heritage and the treasonous acts and sabotage that were conceived in order to bring about a New World Order. You are about to learn the real identities of those who have infiltrated your nation on behalf of secret societies intent on bringing about the total slavery of mankind. In the past, others have written about the numerous conspiracies to control natural resources, energy, food and our sovereign right to live on planet Earth — not as slaves of a wealthy few — but as free men, women, and children exercising the free will given to them by God.
“Research” is the systematic investigation into and study of materials and sources in order to establish facts and reach new conclusions. This is important research. Read it carefully, with an open mind. Considering the use of fluorides (sodium fluoride) in drinking water and toothpaste, you may already be in denial. Fluorides (we are told) are for the prevention of tooth decay. You, the reader, can decide if they really work. The real reason they are added to your drinking water and toothpaste is to cause you to become psychologically and physically placid, and therefore, apathetic.
A thought problem
Imagine you were a member of a secret organization whose sole agenda was to control the entire planet. If your plan was to accomplish this goal without being perceived by your intended victims, discretion would be paramount. Your organization would devise a series of historical events that, on the surface, would appear to be everyday, happenstance occurrences (natural disasters, man-made diseases, acts of murder, assassination, terror, manipulation of money and energy supplies, contamination of foods, pollution of natural resources, and war). The timing of these events would require patience, careful planning, cooperation from others in positions of trust, stealth and deceit. In essence, the whole mission must derive its power through deception and concealment and must have a master plan.
Who were the designers of this master plan? Follow along as we connect the dots.
The Master Plan:
Arrival of the Bankers
At the turn of the 20th century, a plan to slowly take over the government of the United States began to unfold. Many works have been written about the Nazi machine that instigated two world wars, though few have traced the footsteps of the foreign financiers and the actors we prefer to call “politicians.”
A brief glance at shipping records, passenger manifests, and financial transactions on Wall Street indicates a pattern of deception which was masterminded by this same machine. The level of cooperation from government agencies and their elected officials was not only disgraceful, but blatantly treasonous.
In his book, “The Creature From Jekyll Island,” [1] author G. Edward Griffin described the secret meetings which created the Federal Reserve in 1913. The architect of the plan, Paul M. Warburg, was a representative of the Rothschild banks in England and France and his brother Felix headed the Warburg banks in Germany and the Netherlands. Of significance is the fact that the first “official” media report about the Federal Reserve occurred three years later. In “Leslie’s Weekly,” [2] B.C. Forbes described the secret meeting between Republican Senator Nelson W. Aldrich and six of the most powerful bankers in the world. That this meeting had to be conducted in a secret, clandestine island location indicates the level of deception, concealment—and treason—at work.
Paul Warburg
That Paul Warburg, a German national, spoke English well enough to craft a financial document (a volume consisting of 1,750 pages) resulting in the Federal Reserve Act designed to control the finances of the United States (from Europe) was no small feat. Of particular interest was how Warburg was able to establish these important connections prior to his arrival in the U.S. in 1913 and then orchestrate this financial coup. Warburg had to have known his co-conspirators before coming to America.
The first official record of Paul Warburg’s trip to the U.S. appeared in the Kaiser Wilhelm II passenger manifest, upon arrival at Ellis Island, October 13, 1903. [3] The official manifest (on line 7) lists a “Mr. P. Warburg, age 35; Occupation: Banker; Nationality: American; Heritage: German; Last Residence: Hamburg; Final Destination: New York; Home: 3 E. 82nd St., New York.
In fact, Paul Warburg claimed he was an American in 1903. Was this claim valid in 1903?
Of special interest in this October 13, 1903 passenger manifest, is the fact that other prominent passengers in the elite financial community were also on the same passenger manifest. Harry Sachs (of Goldman Sachs fame) is listed as a passenger but, unlike Warburg, he was not required to declare his destination or his address. In fact, of the 30 passengers listed on page 293 of the Ellis Island database of ship and passenger arrivals, P. Warburg was the only passenger required to declare his destination.
Was this an attempt to establish Warburg’s nationality?
Suspiciously, the second half of the page is missing from the database, so we are not privileged with pertinent and “official” information as to his place of birth nor his physical description on this occasion. Future arrivals to the Port of New York would shed more light on these issues. The record keeping by the Immigration Office on October 13, 1903, was not merely sloppy. It appears that Warburg and other passengers were not scrutinized to the extent required by law and were assisted in entering the country with special, yet illegal considerations. Unlike earlier or later arrivals, immigration officers were permitted (or instructed) to be lax and obviously negligent, in their duties, particularly where destinations and birthplaces were of concern.
Warburg’s second arrival to the U.S. (on the SS Deutschland) was similar to his first. Though still a “U.S. citizen” in 1905, he was demoted to “merchant.” [4] However, on a third arrival in 1906, Warburg was, once again, a “banker.” His memory had failed him on this (third) trip, when he declared he had “never been to the U.S. previously.” Neither had his wife and two children, who had travelled with him on prior trips. He had also forgotten about his home in New York City, too, when he claimed he had no address in the United States. On this visit, Warburg declared “Hamburg, Germany” as his place of birth.
Incredibly, on a later visit to the U.S., Warburg claimed he was officially a “naturalized citizen,” citing the “Circuit Court of New York City, March 21, 1911” [5] as the place and date where he had been bestowed his citizenship. Despite Warburg’s earlier proclamations, he was not declared a U.S. citizen until that time. Warburg thereby committed perjury, which was overlooked on numerous occasions by the Immigration Service officials, seemingly an act of treason on each occurrence. During subsequent visits to the U.S. in 1910, 1912 and 1913, while again proclaiming his U.S. citizenship, Warburg referred to 17 E. 80th St., New York as his home address. Not once was there any mention of his association with the Rothschild banks in Paris and London, and his permanent residency in Europe, not in America. Why the deception?
James Loeb
Not to be outdone, James Loeb, a partner in the Kuhn, Loeb & Company banking firm in New York City, traveled with Warburg on October 13, 1903. Loeb declared his U.S. citizenship on this trip, though he apparently suffered from amnesia in 1910, neglecting to declare any country of origin and later, in 1912, declaring to the U.S. Immigration Service that his birthplace was “Landsberg, Germany,” [6] a small town west of Munich.
Loeb also indicated (trip on this) that he was staying “with Mr. Warburg.”
Amnesia must have been a disease that plagued most German bankers at the turn of the century. The disease didn’t stop there and soon spread to institutes of higher education. Harvard University Press published a memorial biography to the founder of the Loeb Classical Library, bequeathed to Harvard University by none other than James Loeb, one year after his death in 1933. “James Loeb was born August 6, 1867, in New York City, the son of Solomon and Betty (Goldberg) Loeb. Solomon was a partner and founder of the banking firm, Kuhn, Loeb & Company,” the tribute began. [7]
Certainly, Harvard University would have known where Loeb was born and, for that matter, so would have Loeb. If this quotation were true, then what would have caused Loeb to state (to the INS) in 1912 that he was born in “Landsberg, Germany?”
The Harvard Press biography did little to legitimize the matter of Loeb’s birthplace, though it was a valiant attempt.
Still, if there remained any confusion, the U.S. Immigration Service could have clarified the issue based on the information it had acquired in 1903 and again in 1910. But that was not the agency’s intention. The Immigration and Naturalization Service agents were complicit in hiding James Loeb’s true birthplace and his association with financiers of the future German Nazi Party, an act which was aided and abetted by the sloppy, incomplete immigration records kept at Ellis Island and the Port of New York. That was part of the deception. Yes, he lived and worked in New York and may have attended Harvard University. But, considering the connections Kuhn, Loeb & Company had to the banks that supported the Nazis through money-laundering activities until getting caught in 1942, it was most likely that Loeb (like Warburg) had been groomed for his role in order to maintain the founders’ (of this “master plan”) “bloodline.”
There were other inconsistencies in the Harvard Press biography, again, based upon the above-mentioned records. “In the winter of 1891 a severe illness (possibly depression) obliged him to give up business and he spent the summer traveling in Scandinavia, returning to banking again only until January 1, 1902, when he retired due to renewed health problems” [Amnesia?].
James Loeb could not have traveled and returned to the United States during 1892, unless he had swum upon his return trip. The first of his three voyages to Ellis Island (from Europe on the Kaiser Wilhelm II) arrived on October 13, 1903, as previously mentioned. It was unlikely he would have returned to any port of entry other than New York, unless he had arrived at some other secret location. And there were no transatlantic airline flights in 1903. The Harvard story had to have been a fabrication intended to hide some dark secret.
Considering the sizable endowments Loeb lavished upon Harvard and other notable educational, medical, and art institutions in Boston and New York, it was most advantageous for Harvard to portray Loeb as a philanthropist and victim of “depression” (hardly fit for a transatlantic swim), than as a German banker whose father’s company supported the “master planners’” war machine before and during two world wars.
According to further reminiscent accounts, “He retired to a quieter place, his farm at Shrewsbury, New Jersey, moving to Germany in 1905, where he stayed (except for a period during World War I) until his death in 1933.”
Evidently, Harvard was unaware of two more trips (documented by the Federal Government) that Loeb made to New York in 1910, and again in 1912. It was no coincidence that Loeb’s return trips to the U.S. (as an on-again, off-again U.S. citizen) were orchestrated to accommodate Paul Warburg’s meetings with Wall Street bankers of German persuasion, as they plotted to create the Federal Reserve System, a foreign entity.
“On graduation, he received an offer through his teacher and friend Charles Eliot Norton to study Egyptology in Paris and London.”
Norton was the “appointed professor of history of art at Harvard University,” “from 1856 to 1874 Norton spent much time in travel and residence on the continent of Europe and in England,” and was the first president of the Archaeological Institute of America (1879-1890),” according to his biography at wikipedia.org. [8] It would seem that Egypt was a more suitable location for studying Egyptology than Paris and London, where Paul Warburg managed the Rothschild banks.
Loeb died in Munich in 1933, lending belated credence to his 1912 assertion, to the INS, that he was “born in Landsberg, Germany” and was a “German citizen” — “never having previously been in America.”
Nikola Tesla
Despite conflicting literary and historical accounts, Nikola Tesla, a Serb, was born on July 10, 1856, in Smilja, Lika province, or what is now modern-day Croatia. Prior to World War I, Smilja was on the border of the Austro-Hungarian empire so, in effect, Tesla was a citizen of Austrian origin.
The son of a Serbian Orthodox priest who rose to the rank of Archbishop, Tesla had the opportunity to study a variety of topics contained in his father’s personal library. As a young boy, he accompanied his father on trips to Rome, where he was able to study the lesser-known works stored in the Vatican’s vast scientific repository.
Upon completing his studies in engineering and physics at the Polytechnic Institute in Graz, Austria, Tesla attended the University at Prague. He demonstrated, early on, an innate ability to solve mechanical and scientific problems, especially in the area of electricity and its applications in power production. After working for Edison Telephone Company subsidiaries in Budapest, Paris, and other cities throughout Europe, Nikola Tesla went to America, to meet the man whose company gave him his first job, Thomas Edison.
Tesla found it difficult to work for Edison (due to Edison’s reneging on financial promises), but soon found backers to finance his research and development projects and his new inventions. Financiers, such as John Pierpont (J.P.) Morgan, George Westinghouse and John Jacob Astor were among those who saw the potential in Tesla’s pioneering, entrepreneurial spirit to capitalize on his technological discoveries in electricity, wireless communications, and physics.
The only official documentation of Nikola Tesla’s arrival to the United States was, again, produced at the Port of New York. [9] On April 7, 1882 a 25-year old Tesla arrived via the SS Nordland, which departed from Antwerp. He had returned, on this trip to the U.S., after lecturing in Paris. Tesla’s destination: New York. Tesla immigrated as a “laborer,” though this label hardly befit the man who would become the most prolific inventor in history, with some 700 technological patents to his credit.
Previous accounts of Tesla’s association with Thomas Edison’s projects place him in the United States in the 1870s. His many technological discoveries were certain to have drawn the attention of those hungry for world domination and superiority. By and large, Tesla’s inventions and his career were excluded from our history books because his inventions and patents were stolen and then weaponized. It was never intended for us to learn about the suppression of Tesla’s advanced scientific discoveries, nor about those who profited from their theft—the orchestrators of the master plan.
Though much has been written about Tesla’s successes and failures, few have detailed the behind-the-scenes financial activities which disclose a Nazi plot to acquire his technology, while research and development costs had largely been paid (unknowingly) by U.S. taxpayers. Many of Tesla’s patents fell into Nazi hands prior to and during World Wars I and II. As a result, Tesla continuously found himself in litigation over patent rights and other issues.
Although he had succeeded in winning the majority of his patent lawsuits, his technology had been repeatedly stolen and sold to the German Nazis and other foreign governments, so he never achieved the financial success he deserved. The embezzlement of his capitalization went unchecked throughout Tesla’s career. At the time of his death (by murder, according to Skorzeny) on January 6, 1943, Tesla died virtually penniless.
Tesla’s Assistant,
George H. Scherff, Sr.
Nikola Tesla’s successes in discovering new technologies did not go unnoticed by many industrial capitalists and world governments. In fact, many of his inventions were developed through secret government programs which began soon after his discoveries in alternating current (AC), electromagnetic energy, electric motors, generators, coils, radio transmission, energy-saving devices, and wireless transmission technologies.
Since Tesla was often buried deep in research at remote labs, many of his financial and legal affairs were supervised by his closest associate, George H. Scherff. Scherff often advised Tesla about pending patent litigation, contracts, proposals, demonstrations, and financial affairs. As any trusty associate would, Scherff stood beside Tesla through all the ups and downs of his financial nightmares, sometimes arranging for extended credit at the Waldorf-Astoria, where Tesla often resided, or by obtaining a cash advance toward research he had been contracted to perform. Near the end of his career, Tesla was evicted from the Waldorf for an outstanding bill which exceeded $20,000 — a rather large sum for those days.
As Tesla worked on secret U.S. government projects at Colorado Springs, Colorado, Scherff communicated to Tesla the status of his business affairs. Tesla spoke of hopeful, future financial successes, though Scherff repeatedly delivered the news of dwindling funds. Tesla had begun construction of a wireless power transmission tower (“Wardenclyffe,” Shoreham, Long Island) with funds invested by J.P. Morgan. When Morgan discovered that the tower would transmit free electricity and radio waves, he cancelled the project and had the tower dismantled, then sold for scrap. Morgan was not about to allow Americans to receive free electricity, television and radio. Tesla was devastated when he received the news, but continued on with his new inventions.
Some 12 years later, on October 14, 1918, Scherff wrote to Tesla at Colorado Springs. The correspondence focused on the usual disclosure of pending legal issues and attorney matters and was sent to Tesla on Tesla Company letterhead containing the company’s headquarters address at 8 W. 40th Street, New York, NY. [10] On October 15, 1918, (the next day) Tesla responded to Scherff’s letter (it seems impossible regarding our understanding of the technology available at the time, but these are the dates attached to the correspondence).
An interesting anomaly: Tesla’s response was addressed to “George Scherff, Esq.,” Union Sulphur Co., 17 Battery Pl., New York, NY (Union Sulphur Company?). [11] This address was not the location of the Nikola Tesla Company.
The Rockefeller Connection
Records show that 17 Battery Place is the Whitehall Building and was owned by Frank Rockefeller, who, with his brothers William and John D., also owned many of the companies with offices located there. The International Longshoremen’s Association (ILA) had its world headquarters there, as well as a variety of oil, mining, and chemical companies. [12] Though Union Sulphur Company was run by its president, Herman Frasch, a German chemist who patented extraction methods for sulphur and petroleum, Frasch also worked for John D. Rockefeller’s Standard Oil Company (in New York, New Jersey, and Cleveland, Ohio), developing similar extraction methods.
On the basis of this association, George Scherff, Sr., had connections with the Rockefeller family, though it is unclear if Tesla was at all aware of this connection.
Frank Rockefeller was also an investor of Buckeye Steel Castings in Columbus, Ohio. Buckeye manufactured automatic couplers and chassis for railroad cars owned by the Harrimans, the Rockefellers, and J.P. Morgan. Eventually, Samuel P. Bush was promoted from general manager to president of the company after producing gigantic profits.
Samuel P. Bush’s association with the Rockefellers and his subsequent position as Director of the War Industries Board afforded him the opportunity to create contracts with Remington Arms during the war, courtesy of Percy Rockefeller.
Nikola Tesla’s trusted assistant (sometimes referred to as “accountant” or “secretary”) George Scherff, Sr., worked at Union Sulphur Company. Normally, this association would not set off alarms, considering the state of Tesla’s affairs. Scherff had every right to earn a decent living in order to support his family. That was “the American Way.” But a careful examination of Union Sulphur Co. might reveal that someone was being deceived — Tesla, and Scherff was at the root of this deception.
Who was George Scherff?
Who was George Scherff? Better yet, who was George H. Scherff, Sr.? There exists no legitimate record of a George H. Scherff being born in the U.S. from the late-1800s through 1925, yet, George Scherff was Nikola Tesla’s assistant/accountant. If he was born in Germany, could his birthplace shed some light on this mystery? Probably—if they exist (it has become apparent that individuals associated with the Nazi Party commonly have all or parts of their genealogical records expunged—we will explore this further in the section of this article dealing with the “Bush” family tree).
Otto Skorzeny: S.S./ODESSA/CIA master spy and assassin
Friends and acquaintances of Nikola Tesla recall him complaining about Scherff’s son, George, Jr., always snooping around Tesla’s lab. On more than one occasion (probably during the late 1930s), Tesla caught the 14-year old Scherff looking at his notes, poring through his books, and stealing small items from his lab. Tesla gave him the nickname, “Curious George” and likened him to a “mischievous monkey.” According to Skorzeny, (Adolph Hitler’s former bodyguard) in a deathbed confession to Eric “Orion” (Eric Berman) in S. Miami, Florida, Tesla, “hated the younger Scherff.” In fact, according to Skorzeny, the “Curious George” book and movie were inspired by Tesla’ s suggestion.
Curiously, the day before the national theatrical release of the Hollywood production of the Curious George feature length film, Alan Shalleck, the originator of Curious George (and the man in the Yellow hat), was found murdered under a pile of plastic garbage bags in his driveway in Florida at age 76. [13]
In short, Otto Skorzeny claimed that the true identity of George H.W. Bush was “George H. Scherff, Jr., the son of Nikola Tesla’s illegal-immigrant, German-born accountant, George H. Scherff, Sr.”
The unmistakable Otto Skorzeny with Adolph Hitler.
Worth a thousand words: But this was not the only bombshell Otto Skorzeny delivered that day in late-1999. Skorzeny, producing a shoe box full of 60-years worth of his personal photographs, showed them to Berman, describing each one in great detail. The collection featured a photo of a young, majestic Skorzeny in full S.S. Nazi military dress, next to his Führer, Adolph Hitler. Then there were photos of Reinhard Gehlen (S.S. spy and assassin) Dr. Joseph Mengele (the “Angel of Death”) Martin Bormann (Hitler aide and S.S. assassin) and Adolph Hitler (photographed in 1997 at age 107).
The Hitler photo was taken during a “reunion” at the Lake McDonald Lodge in Glacier National Park, Montana, on August 27, 1997. According to Skorzeny, Adolph Hitler was alive and well in the U.S. in 1997!
Skorzeny did not stop there. He produced a photo of a young Skorzeny, Mengele, Bormann, and the family of George H. Scherff, Sr.. Seated in the midst of those in the photo was a young George H. Scherff, Jr., who, Skorzeny explained, was trained as a spy and sent to America to work for Adolph Hitler. “He was given false identification and adopted by Prescott Sheldon Bush as his “son,” George Herbert Walker Bush,” Skorzeny went on. “He forged a birth certificate in order to enter the military before he turned 18. He was 16 at the time.”
In the family photo, a young Scherff and Bormann both sported a German Navy uniform. Scherff later enlisted in the U.S. Navy as “George H.W. Bush.”
In even greater detail, Otto Skorzeny described how (“contrary to the CIA-written history books”) he helped Hitler escape to Austria in a plane flown by a female pilot, Hanna Reitsch. “Hitler did not commit suicide,” Skorzeny recounted. “His double was shot between the eyes, and the dental records proved he was not Hitler. The Americans kept it a secret, worried the truth might anger the Russians.”
Eric “Orion” (Berman), in a live radio interview on Republic Broadcasting Network, January 17, 2006, [14] detailed how “Skorzeny died on December 31, 1999. His body was cremated, I have a copy of his death certificate, and I saw his ashes. After the war, he helped George Bush found the CIA through Operation Paperclip and ODESSA.”
Berman recounted how Skorzeny was found “not guilty” at the Nuremburg trials, and then ushered into the CIA. “Some 50,000+ S.S. Nazi war criminals, not just rocket scientists, were brought to America after the war.”
Skorzeny, about age 90 at the time, was described by Berman as “very focused and very lucid, and he was still very mobile. He was still able to walk around—he was still very impressive and he had about the biggest hands I have ever shaken. He was 6’-4”and was a giant for his day. He towered over me, and I’m 5’-8”.”
When asked why he thought Skorzeny entrusted this information to him, Berman responded, “I was dating one of his daughters. He knew that I’m Jewish, first of all, I’m an honest guy and he thought that I would really try to do something about this and bring some justice, yeah, to these wanted Nazi war criminals. His whole goal was.... they had screwed him over, including George Bush, they screwed him over..... and out of large sums of money over the years. This was his one last way of... you know, getting even with them.”
A biographical article about Nikola Tesla appeared in the Tesla Tech, Inc. magazine, “Extraordinary Technology,” Volume 4, Number 3, Aug., Sept., Oct., 2006. [15] The article, written by Dustin Wallace, spoke of Tesla’s childhood, some of his inventions, and his last days. Wallace wrote (pp. 21-22), “The Yugoslav Monarchy in Exile was summoned to visit Tesla in the fall of 1942. However, Charlotte Muzar, a secretary, paid Tesla the visit. From his condition upon her arrival she felt as though he may not live through the night. Another friend of Tesla’s, Kenneth Swezey visited him during the time and noted that he was existing on warm milk and Nabisco crackers alone. It was apparent that Tesla was nearing the end of his time. By late December of 1942, Tesla began meeting with two U.S. government agents in order to share some of his most sensitive discoveries. These men carried away many of his documents for microfilming.”
“On January 4, 1943, Tesla’s faithful assistant, George Scherff, visited Tesla for the last time, Tesla was found deceased in his hotel room on the morning of January 8. 1943. He had passed away between those four days since Scherff’s visit.”
The article continued, “Following Tesla’s death the United States Office of Alien Property, under the instructions of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, confiscated all of Tesla’s papers and property. This was an interesting maneuver considering that Tesla was a United States citizen.”
The significance of this benign description of Tesla’s inventions and his last days has a direct relationship to the previously unknown claims of Otto Skorzeny. As Skorzeny described (to Berman) in detail his involvement with George H. W. Bush (George H. Scherff, Jr.) in organizing the CIA by absorbing Nazi S.S. agents,” he intimated that it was Reinhard Gehlen and himself who murdered Nikola Tesla on January 6, 1943 by strangulation/suffocation.
Prior to the murder, Skorzeny and Gehlen “spoke in great detail to Tesla about his most-advanced technologies and then stole the blueprints of his best, most-secret inventions.”
Were these the “two U.S. government agents” about whom Dustin Wallace wrote? The timing of George Scherff’s last visit to Nikola Tesla was suspicious, as well.
Skorzeny did not stop with these soul-cleansing disclosures. He went on to describe the aliases of himself Frank Edward P_ _ _ _ _, of south Florida (according to Berman, who claims he is trying to protect Skorzeny’s daughter), Reinhard Gehlen (Hank Janowicz, Wayne, N.J.), and Dr. Joseph Mengele (Steven Rabel). According to Berman, “Gehlen was tipped off by the FBI about Skorzeny’s unveiling of his identity and location, and Gehlen (Janowicz) then went into hiding. Mengele (Rabel), through a series of anti-aging hormone injections, a black hairpiece, and ‘cannibalism’ has maintained a youthful appearance.”
Having investigated some of Skorzeny’s claims, Berman had contacted the U.S. Justice Department to inform them that Nazi spies were being harbored by certain factions of the U.S. intelligence agencies, in particular, the CIA. “My thoughts were that, uh, I needed to try to bring these wanted SS Nazi war criminal, holocaust killers—terrorists, basically—to justice. I wanted to call our government and tell ‘em, ‘Hey, that they’re still alive.’ I wanted to bring ‘em to justice. That was my whole intention. I initially had contacted, or tried to contact Eli Rosenbaum, who was the Director of the United States Justice Department, Office of Special Investigations. Basically, they, uh, thought it was a hoax and they told me that I was mistaken, and that according to the CIA, ‘all of them were all dead and I was mistaken.’ That’s what they told me. I was wrong.
“Later that night, I was over at, uh, Skorzeny’s house, and his widow received a phone call that turned her white, and she almost passed out. Basically, someone from the OSI tipped her off that I had contacted them... and that I had known about them. Later that night, when I was comin’ back home, uh, a car pulled up behind me, flashing his lights, wanting me to pull over. So I pulled over—I knew somethin’ was probably goin’ on, so I was ready, and somebody walked right next to me—it looked like he had a gun in his hand, possibly, so I sped away. All right, uh, my girlfriend was in the car at the time, all right, and I sped through three lanes of traffic and went into a local shopping center, and he pulled in right behind me—and he gave me a dirty look—then he pulled a couple feet away, then he drove off. But, uh, I’m sure they tried to put a hit out on me. That’s what it was.”
Berman then confirmed the girlfriend was Skorzeny’s daughter and added, “She, uh, she didn’t know that I knew... she didn’t know that her father had told me all this. That’s why we’re no longer goin’ out. She broke up with me when the government tipped her off that I wrote a book about her family.”
In order to authenticate the above revelations, the author began conducting his own research into the alias of Otto Skorzeny. The first detail, considering Berman’s “cryptic clue” of Skorzeny’s CIA name, was to determine the variety of names that begin with the letter “P” — Palmer, Parson, Paskel, Peller, Porter, Powell, etc., settling on “Powell” as the most-likely possibility. Then, there was the distinct possibility that Skorzeny (for the purpose of protecting his wife and children) slightly misled Berman about his “official” alias, by reversing his first and middle names.
An exhaustive search revealed an interesting twist. Since Skorzeny had children, he likely had a wife. In fact, he did have a wife and left a trail (though worn out by time), that might shed some light on the master plan (this issue is discussed later).
Further research about the life of Otto Skorzeny, “master spy,” reveals his little-known affair with Eva (Evita) Marie Duarte de Peron, wife of Argentina’s President, Juan Domingo Peron. Gold which was stolen by the Nazis (laundered by Swiss banks and the Vatican, then smuggled to Argentina by Admiral Wilhelm Canaris) had accrued enormous interest after World War II, and upon her death, Eva Peron bequeathed Skorzeny $100 million, which ultimately fell into the hands of the CIA. The Nazi-CIA connection to the money was obvious. Based upon Skorzeny’s claims, this money probably fell into the hands of George H.W. Bush and his “handlers.”
George H. Scherff, Jr., visits the FBI
Upon the untimely death of Nikola Tesla, perhaps the world’s most renowned scientist in history, J. Edgar Hoover, Director of the FBI, received an unexpected visit from George H. Scherff, Jr. That George Scherff, Sr., Tesla’s trusted associate, chose to send his teenage son to visit the FBI’s notorious director should have raised a red flag, which it probably did among intelligence agencies. Scherff, Jr., explained to Hoover that he had worked for Tesla and was entitled to his papers and other effects. He also expressed concern that “a foreign government might also be interested in his inventions.” [16]
Scherff, Jr., also gave Hoover an address, “149 Secord (sic) Rd., New Rochelle, New York” [“Seacord” is the correct spelling].
FOIA file on “subject, Nikola Tesla”: “Mr. George H. Scherff Jr. advised that he had received two letters... Mr. Scherff stated that he was an associate of Nikola Tesla in 1914 and that for many years, his father had been Dr. Tesla’s private secretary. Mr. Scherff said that he had never heard of Leland J. Anderson nor any of the names mentioned in Anderson’s letter” (Anderson had written to the Scherff household seeking information about Tesla’s writings. He was working on a thesis for school and had been seeking information from Tesla’s associates and communications).
(February 3, 1954) “Mr. Scherff stated that he has quite a bit of Tesla’s writings in his possession and he didn’t know whether or not they would be of value to a foreign government.”
There are several glaring discrepancies and inconsistencies in George H. Scherff, Jr.’s statements to the FBI (or the actual intent of the document). The author conducted his own research into the background of George H. Scherff, Sr., and, from all indications, concludes that George H. Scherff, Jr., could not have worked for Nikola Tesla in 1914. Scherff, Jr. wasn’t even alive in 1914, so he could not have “worked for him” then or at any other time (based upon the numerous accounts about “Curious George,” Tesla could not even tolerate him being around his laboratory). It is highly unlikely that Tesla would have hired (or did hire) him. Other than a book written by John J. O’Neill, ‘Prodigal Genius, The Life of Nikola Tesla’ in 1944, this was also the only known reference to Tesla having a secretary named “George H. Scherff.” [17]
For the greater part of his career, Tesla’s secretary was Dorothy F. Skerritt. Both Skerritt and Muriel Arbus worked for him at the time of his retirement, which was forced due to dwindling funds. The acknowledgments at the end of the book describe George H. Scherff as a “business associate,” and there is no mention whatsoever of George H. Scherff, Jr. ever having worked for Tesla.
So why did Scherff, Jr., lie to the FBI? Because it was dangerous for him to tell Hoover the truth about the real identities of his father and himself. Why would George H. Scherff, Sr. send his teen-age son to seek papers and other records (belonging to Tesla) from the FBI and not do it himself? Because the Director of the FBI, Herbert J. Hoover, would have recognized him as someone other than George H. Scherff, Sr. In fact, it is highly plausible that the individual who spoke to the FBI was not a Scherff and was a stand in.
There also remains the most-likely possibility that the Scherff interview was nothing more than a ruse, created by the FBI for the purpose of obfuscating the facts around the government’s involvement in the murder of Nikola Tesla, the theft of and covert infringement on his patents, and the money laundering that ensued between a few Wall Street banks and Adolph Hitler’s Nazi Party. Anyone interviewing George H. Scherff, Jr., would have easily recognized that he was not old enough “to have worked for Nikola Tesla in 1914.”
Redacted statements in the above-referenced FOIA files indicate something was being covered up. The “Scherff” documents were created to thwart the research efforts of Leland J. Anderson, hide the facts behind Tesla’s murder, and dispel any speculation that the FBI stole Tesla’s records, research documents and new technologies.
In 1942, less than a year prior to Tesla’s untimely death, it was already known that principles at New York’s Union Banking Corporation had been caught “Trading with the Enemy,” Nazi Germany. Among the principals was George Herbert Walker, Prescott Sheldon Bush, “son” of industrialist Samuel Prescott Bush, who was president of Buckeye Steel Castings in Columbus, Ohio and the director of the Facilities Division of the War Industries Board. The WIB gave Samuel P. Bush unprecedented ties to the Eastern elite families through its association with one of the largest weapons manufacturers, Remington Arms. Buckeye Steel Castings supplied the railroad industry, controlled by the Rockefellers, the Harrimans, and J.P. Morgan with coupling parts and chassis for their tankers and railcars.
Behind the scenes, Archbishop Francis Cardinal Spellman secretly influenced (or controlled) the activities of key intelligence agencies in the U.S., thus, affording the Vatican the opportunity to suppress potentially damaging information from reaching the public. Spellman and Hoover served the same “master,” though it was not the U.S. government. Upon the revelations of the New York / Nazi money laundering and war profiteering, records in the National Archives, in particular those related to Samuel P. Bush, were destroyed “in order to save space.” Most likely, those records exposed multiple, covert relationships in a conspiracy of monumental proportions.
Tesla with King Peter II of Yugoslavia at the Hotel New Yorker July 15, 1942. It is strange that Tesla, one of the most brilliant inventors ever, would die penniless and his “trusted assistant", according to Otto Skorzeny and some strangely corroborating records, was “George H. Scherff, Sr.” Tesla died January 6, 1943.
References, Part 1:
1) "The Creature from Jeckyll Island," G. H. Griffin
2) "Leslie's Weekly, B.C Forbes
3) http://ellisisland.org/, P. Warburg, passenger record / manifest
4) http://ellisisland.org/, Paul M. Warburg, passenger record / manifest
5) http://ellisisland.org/, Paul Warburg, passenger record / manifest
6) http://ellisisland.org/, James Loeb, passenger record / manifest
7) Harvard University Press, Loeb Classic Library, "Our Founder"
 http://wilipedia.org/, Charles Eliot Norton
9) http://ellisisland.org/, Nikola Tesla, passenger record / manifest
10) Photocopy of The Tesla Company document sent by Scherff to Tesla in Colorado
11) Photocopy of reply to George Scherff , Union Sulphur Co., New York, NY
12) http://www.nyc-architecture.com/LM/LM011-WHITEHALLBUILDING.htm
13) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alan_Shalleck, numerous Internet news reports
14) http://republicbroadcasting.org/, The Investigative Journal show archives, 01-17-2006
15) “Extraordinary Technology,” Volume 4, Number 3, Aug.-Oct., 2006, pp. 21-22
16) FOIA / J. Edgar Hoover, FBI files on subject: Nikola Tesla
17) "Prodigal Genius, The Life of Nikola Tesla," John J. O'Neil, 1944
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Part 2: Deathbed confessions, photos support claims that George H. Scherf(f), Jr., was 41st U.S. president
Why did the most brilliant scientist in history die penniless with his inventions benefiting megalo-maniacal governments and ruthless organized criminals? Why are the world’s most profitable businesses oil, chemicals, war, pharmaceuticals, “illegal” drugs, human slavery and prostitution? Why do “democratic” governments rule their people with oppressive, police-state tactics? Why do these “democracies” poison the food, the water, the air and the land; why do they tax and regulate their people into slavery?
It is simple to understand when you put these questions into human terms. We know how people occupy niches in our own circles of influence; how we all try to maximize our opportunities within a given set of circumstances—and how some can be depended upon to lie, cheat and/or steal their way into success within an operating framework.
Look at the Bush and Walker families' lineage on this page and keep it in your mind as you read through and internalize this part of the story—the story of why America is ailing, how she became ill and who poisoned her. The relationships are (intentionally?) complex and difficult to decipher, so we have attempted to reduce them to workable symbols as if parts of equations. When we come out the other side of this article, we should have no question in our minds as to which “families” have been most influential in the preplanned destruction of America and her once-free people.
By Don Nicoloff
Note to readers: In an effort to minimize the patterns of chronological and geneological confusion that define the “Bush” family history, we have developed a "guide" to chart the relationships, have reduced the names to more easily recognized symbols (their initials) and attached them to overviews highlighting their relevant qualities. It should also be noted that for those people who have two identities, they are symbolized as both, with the initials in boldface to indicate the identity being described. We suggest that you first digest the “personality key.” Once you have a working knowledge of the “players,” you will be ready to begin reading this article with the greatest possibility of making the connections suggested therein. We also suggest that you refer to the personality key as often as necessary.
The “Bushes”
1. ONB (Obadiah Newcomb Bush)
2. JSB (James Smith Bush)
3. SPB (Samuel P. Bush)
4. GHS1/PSB
(George H. Scherf(f), Sr./
Prescott Sheldon Bush)
5. GHS2/GHWB
(George H. Scherf(f), Jr./
George Herbert Walker Bush)
5a. BPB (Barbara Pierce Bush)
Bush personality key
1. ONB - To give any consideration to the possibility of this person being related, at all to those who came here to destroy the United States is not only a waste of time, it is absurd. Once again, another “ancestor” conveniently died “at sea.” This story is not even clever propaganda.
2. JSB - b. 15 June, 1825, Rochester, NY, d. 11 Nov. 1889, Ithaca, NY / Marriage: 24 Feb. 1859, to Harriet Eleanor Fay, Trinity Church, New York, NY (Episcopalian minister who converted to Unitarian - a fact ignored by heirs.) Was rector at Grace Church, not “Brick Church.” Also attorney.
Harriet Eleanor Fay - b. 27 Feb., 1829, Savannah, GA, d. 29 Oct. 1924, Boston, MA
3. SPB - b. 4 Oct., 1863, Brick Church, NJ (Wrong: Brick Church is not a city or town in NJ) Most likely emigrated from Germany as industrial spy / operative., d. 8 Feb. 1948, Columbus, OH / Marriage: 27 Jun. 1894, Columbus, OH to Flora Sheldon (Appeared to escape all censuses except 1930, thus avoiding detection by Census Bureau).
Flora Sheldon - b. 17 March, 1872, Franklin Cty., OH, d. 4 Sep. 1920, Watch Hill, RI (struck by automobile).
4. GHS1/PSB - b. 15 May 1895, Columbus, OH (Wrong), d. 8 Oct., 1972, New York, NY, (Emigrated to U.S. as George Scherff, “assistant to Nikola Tesla”) / Marriage: 6 Sept., 1921, Kennebunkport, ME to Dorothy Walker (German birth records expunged.) Consistently misstated father’s birthplace, citing NY and MA. Major role in “Trading with the Enemy” conspiracy in 1940’s.
Dorothy Walker - b. 1 July, 1901, Walker’s Point, ME, d. 19 Nov., 1992, Greenwich, CT.
5. GHS2/GHWB - b. 12 June, 1924, Milton, MA (Wrong: Forged birth certificate to enlist in U.S. Navy). Emigrated from Germany covertly to U.S. as George Scherff, Jr., son of Nikola Tesla’s assistant, George Scherff, Sr., as spy for Adolph Hitler. (German birth records expunged). Marriage: 6 Jan., 1945 to “Barbara Pierce.”
5a. BPB- b. 8 June, 1925, Rye, NY (Wrong: Based upon 1930 Census, she was 4 yrs., 2 mos. old. Correct age was 5 years, 2 mos.). Most likely emigrated from Germany, since no birth record exists in U.S. Likely “borrowed” name from the daughter of William Brown Pierce and Isabel Ayres who died on unknown date and at unknown place. Married to George H. Scherf, Jr. aka George H.W. Bush. Her parents, “Marvin and Pauline Pierce,” had no children, according to familysearch.org. Her “grandmother,” Kate P. Pierce, emigrated from Bavaria, Germany.
The “Walkers”
1. TWI (Thomas Walker I)
2. CTWII (Captain Thomas Walker II)
3. TWIII (Thomas Walker III)
4. GEW (George E. Walker)
5. DDW (David “Davis” Walker)
6. GHW (George Herbert Walker)
7. DW (Dorothy Walker)
Walker personality key
1. TWI - No DOB, no birthplace, no date of marriage, and no parents. Married to
Catharine (No maiden name, no DOB, no birthplace, no date of marriage).
2. CTWII - b. England (No DOB, no town) Christened: 02 Aug., 1758 Holy Trinity, Gosport, Hampshire, England Died: “At sea about 1797.”
Catherine McLelland - b. England (No DOB, no town). Marriage: 22 Feb., 1785, St. Andrew’s Church, Clifton, England / d. 18 Oct., 1806, Philadelphia, PA.
3. TWIII - The “unmentioned" son of Captain Thomas and Catherine Walker - b. 14 Oct., 1787, (no town), England /d. 18 Jun., 1870, Tazewell, IL, buried at Bloomington, IL.
4. GEW - b. “Burlington, NJ or MD circa. 1797,” d. 28 Oct., 1864, Bloomington, IL, brother of Thomas Walker III.
Harriet Mercer - b. “about” 1802, MD, d. 24 Oct., 1869, Bloomington, IL, Marriage: 22 May, 1821, Baltimore, MD.
5. DDW - son of George E. and Harriet Walker. b. 19 Jan., 1840, Leeds, England. (Not “on a farm near Bloomington, IL” and not in MO as stated to the Census.) d. 4 Oct., 1918, Walker’s Point, Kennebunkport, ME.
Martha Adela Beaky - b. 1 Jun., 1841, Emmitsburg, MD, d. “after 1906.” Marriage: 25 Dec., 1862. Her father, Joseph Ambrose Beaky, “died in the Mississippi River” on 27 Jan. 1858)
6. GHW - b. 11 Jun. 1875, Leeds, England (Not in 1874 in St. Louis, MO as claimed to Census), d. 24 Jun., 1953, New York, NY. Father, D.D. Walker, “born in MO, MD, and MO” in three consecutive Censuses; not in Bloomington, IL, as claimed in biographies.
Lucretia Wear - b. 17 Sept., 1874, St. Louis, MO, d. 28 Aug., 1961, Biddeford, ME / Marriage: 17 Jan., 1899.
7. DW - daughter of George and Lucretia Walker. b. 1 July, 1901, Walker’s Point, ME, d. 19 Nov., 1992, Greenwich, CT. Marriage: 6 Sept., 1921, Kennebunkport, ME, to “Prescott Sheldon Bush” (GHS1/PSB).
Prescott Sheldon Bush
(GHS1/PSB)
According to the CIA-written history books and cleverly-crafted political stories, Prescott Sheldon Bush was born on May 15, 1895, in Columbus, Ohio. Ironically, genealogical profiles by some independent researchers and relatives cite his birthdate as “March 12 or 13.”
Certainly, those tracing the Bushes’ roots and family history would have gotten it right. It would also seem that the son of such a prominent industrialist (with powerful political connections in Washington, D.C.) would have been given a birth certificate, clearing up this discrepancy once and for all.
The Bush family “history” claims that the young Prescott “attended the Douglas School,” also in Columbus, Ohio. The problem with this claim is that there was no Douglas School in Columbus in 1900, nor for most of the 20th century.
So we now have two disputable claims entered in the history books and current genealogical records: Prescott Bush’s date and place of birth and his schooling in Ohio.
Bush’s family biography then describes his “enrollment at St. Georges School,” a co-ed, Episcopalian prep school near Newport, Rhode Island, from 1908-1913. How he was able to “transfer” to this prestigious school for the wealthy (after attending a school that never existed) leaves room for much speculation. It is unclear how many grade levels the school accommodated only 12 years after its founding in 1896, though today it operates as a high school-level institution, offering courses from grades 9-12.
A recent posting on the St. George’s official web site boasted that the “grandfather of our 43rd President” was an alumnus of the school, as if that were to lend further credibility to the Bush school myth. [18]
Today, the school offers a matriculation program with ties to 57 colleges and universities.
Prescott Bush’s numerous biographies mention his graduation from Yale University in 1917, though there is no mention of a degree. Before his graduation from Yale, yet another anomaly appears—his enlistment into the Connecticut National Guard in 1916.
The conflicting dates do not end there. While on a tour of duty in the U.S. Army from 1917-1919, Bush is credited, on August 8, 1918, with “deflecting an incoming shell with a bolo knife” and saving the lives of three allied leaders. As a result for his bravery, he “received the Cross of the Legion of Honor (from France), the Victorian Cross (from England) and the Distinguished Medal of Honor (from the U.S." Upon his return to Columbus, Ohio, in mid-1919, Bush found it difficult to explain away the concocted “war hero” story (another anomaly) and “moved to St. Louis.” [19]
Still, another story surfaced regarding Prescott Bush’s whereabouts during 1918. Having been initiated into Yale University’s secret Skull and Bones Society (some say in 1916, others claim it was in 1917), Prescott Sheldon Bush is credited with the grave robbery of the skull of Geronimo, from a graveyard near Fort Sill, Oklahoma. Though this story may only be another myth, by now it has become quite difficult to distinguish PSB biographical fact from fiction. The overlapping timelines of these stories are enough to raise a few valid questions:
• Where and to whom was Prescott Sheldon Bush born?
• Why are there no official records of this monumental event?
• Where and when did he attend school?
• Where are his military records kept, or have they been conveniently “burned to create space in the National Archives” along with his father’s wartime business records?
Biographical accounts about Samuel P. Bush (SPB; Prescott’s father) claim that he was born at “Brick Church, New Jersey.” [20] This information is supported by federal census declarations made by SPB himself. Fortunately, (for those who still seek the truth), there are two more records that show the flagrant deception (concealment) practiced by PSB.
The 1920 U.S. Federal Decennial Census, taken in St. Louis, Missouri, documents a “Prescott S. Bush, age 24, general manager of a hardware company.” Biographical accounts describe GSH1/PSB’s position as a “warehouse clerk” and not as a “general manager of a hardware store”. GSH1/PSB stated that his father’s place of birth was “New York.” [21]
The 1930 U.S. Federal Decennial Census documented the family of “Prescott S. Bush, age 34.” When asked where his father was born, he replied, “Massachusetts.” [22]
Even the Federal government’s own Census Bureau failed to recognize this inconsistency. How is it that a 24-year-old Yale University graduate (then again a decade later as a 34-year-old banker in New York City) could be so confused about his father’s birthplace?
If SPB was not PSB’s real father, that would explain everything. Nevertheless, the two statements appear to be blatant lies, not innocent mistakes. The Bush family biographies do nothing to rectify this dichotomy.
Circuit Chautauqua
From 1874 through the early 1930s, a traveling social “program” called “Circuit Chautauqua” crisscrossed America, bringing delight to thousands who witnessed lectures, “Broadway” plays, orators, evangelists, singers, musical troupes and other vaudeville-like performers. According to the University of Iowa exhibit, entered into a national competition sponsored by AmeriTech, Circuit Chautauqua involved 4,546 performers from around the world.
Originally founded to educate Bible teachers, the summer program expanded to a massive, circus-like event held in its familiar brown tent. It featured the foremost political and religious orators, as well as cultural performers. The live musical performances featured opera and band music with a “Bohemian” flavor, featuring groups brought in from Germany.
According to the University of Iowa, “President Theodore Roosevelt called Chautauqua, ‘the most American thing in America’; Woodrow Wilson described it during World War I as an ‘integral part of the national defense’ and William Jennings Bryan deemed it a, ‘potent human factor in molding the mind of the nation.’”
Of special interest was the catalogue of participants which was contained in a large collection of boxes. The names were in alphabetical order, and two stood out from the others. The first was “F.E. Powell” and the second, “Ruth M. Powell.” [23] If Skorzeny and Eric Berman were both being truthful, then this discovery might lead to the disclosure of Skorzeny’s CIA alias, proving that not only was he in the U.S. prior to WWII, he indeed had worked for the U.S. government under the protection of the OSI (which later became the CIA).
The Chautauqua “Powell” clue led to another Powell clue. “Ruth M. Powell” was listed on a web site as a member of the “Association of Retired Intelligence Officers.” [24] Was it possible that she was the same Ruth M. Powell listed as a Chatauqua participant? Is there any question, based upon the comments by two presidents and a secretary of state, that Chautauqua was a powerful propaganda and intelligence-gathering machine?
If Ruth M. Powell could be proven to have lived in S. Florida (per Eric Berman), then the odds would be astronomical that she could be anyone other than the wife of Skorzeny (aka F.E. Powell). And if F.E. and Ruth M. Powell were living in the United States prior to World War II, then they were spies for the Nazis and Circuit Chatauqua provided them with a perfect cover.
As it turned out, a recent phone listing in S. Miami was found under the name, “E. Powell.” The stories of both Berman and Skorzeny are both supported by this phone (and address) record.
When the Library of Congress recently published a condensed version of the University of Iowa’s Circuit Chatauqua exhibit, the names of “F.E. and Ruth M. Powell” were mysteriously missing from the master list, lending further credibility to my contention that they were indeed spies who worked for U.S. intelligence agencies, and their names were intentionally removed. The names of the participants have been rearranged into categories. Understandably, there is no category for “spies.”
George H. Scherf(f), Sr.
(GHS1/PSB)
Only the most perceptive reader will have noticed the intentional variation in the spelling of “Scherf” with one “f.” Why the variation in spelling? That question will be answered after a closer examination of the real identity of George H. Scherf, Sr. (GHS1/PSB) and his real mission.
Considering Adolph Hitler’s propensity to employ metaphysical symbology and his obsession with the dark side of the occult, it is plausible that GHS1/PSB’s surname had everything to do with his having been chosen for an exceptionally covert plot: To funnel and launder stolen money through American banks sympathetic to the Nazi cause, to profit technologically and financially from stolen technology, and to subvert the government of the United States through bribery, intimidation, murder and espionage.
The following translation of the surname “Scherf” casts some light on the occult (hidden) meaning of the name.
The following quotes are taken directly from the web site, http://scherf.com/club.htm:
“SCHERF: German and Jewish (Ashkenazic); from Middle High German. Habitational name from places in the Rhineland named Scherf, or from Scherfede near Warburg. (Note: The word “Ashkenazic” is derived from the Hebrew word for Germany. Ashkenazic Jews are the Jews of France, Germany, and Eastern Europe.)”
“SCHERFLEIN: “If someone “gives his Scherflein” as a contribution to something, it means that he gives a little money or other small gift to a greater whole. A “Scherf” was a halfpenny or obol from the time of the Carolingians (8th and 9th centuries). The name comes from the Latin scripulum meaning the smallest part of a measure or weight and changed from scrip, scirp, scerp to Old High German scerpf and today’s SCHERF. Scripulum is the popular version of scrupulum. In popular speech the expression was applied to small coins in general.” [25]
Skorzeny had some inside information on the Scherf family. After all, he and his S.S. buddies had posed with them at the Scherf home in Germany when he was quite young. This association was by no means a chance encounter and by all appearances, the photo sessions were designed to become mementos to be cherished through the lean years, as a reminder of the “master plan.”
What was the master plan, and how did the Scherf family come to play such a distinctive role?
GHS1/PSB and Nicola Tesla: Nikola Tesla had emigrated from Austria to the U.S. in order to fulfill his destiny as the most prolific scientific inventor in history. If the Scherfs (who were trained in espionage for the purpose of providing Hitler with stolen technologies developed in America) were to be of any worth to Hitler’s unquenchable thirst for advanced weaponry and world domination, they must be able to penetrate Tesla’s inner circle of influence. This mission required deception, stealth, secrecy and financing. Before departing the fatherland, the Scherf’s public records and family history were expunged (except for Otto Skorzeny’s personal photo collection—an unforeseen flaw in their plan).
Until this writing, not much was known about GHS1/PSB. His first obligation was to omit any reference to a middle name, so the “H” was dropped. Then, in order to confuse the issue and prevent anyone from tracing his roots back to Germany, an “F” was added to the end of the Scherf(f) surname. These two steps made genealogical research in Germany extremely difficult, if not altogether impossible. In German genealogical records and databases, the spelling of Scherff (two Fs) is very rare. However, in the United States the opposite is true. The “double-F” spelling is quite common—so common, that there exists but one record of a George “Scherf” ever arriving in the U.S. Since Otto Skorzeny’s familiarity with the Scherf family was usually in the context of espionage, he always assumed the spelling to be the “Americanized” version, which was also the published version in writings about Nikola Tesla. Skorzeny, however, did remember GHS1/PSB’s middle initial (H).
What history is there of GHS1/PSB? Once he left Germany on his own (outside of his relationship with Nikola Tesla and the Union Sulphur Co.), the first record appeared in the Annual Journal of the House of Representatives (AJHR) from Wellington, New Zealand, “for the year 1913 and ending March 31, 1914.” [26] Scherf signed on with the SS Surrey, a steamship that transported arms, soldiers, cash and probably illegal drugs.
The AJHR contained a report about a major insurrection on the ship and numerous crew members were charged with assault, insubordination, dereliction of duty, and other lesser charges. “Able Seaman” GHS1/PSB (with two Fs), was charged with insubordination, then convicted and sentenced with an 11-shilling fine—a rather hefty sum in 1914—or two days in jail. It was not mentioned as for which penalty he ultimately paid.
The timing of this concealed event curiously corresponds with the first year of GHSI/PSB’s “proclaimed attendance” at Yale University.
Evidently, the New Zealand House of Representatives and the New Zealand Maritime Museum both felt the conviction of “George Scherff, Able Seaman” was a significant event in maritime history, which resulted in its publication, not only in the Annual Journal of the House of Representatives, but also on the New Zealand Maritime Museum’s own web site. No age was given, though a safe estimate would place him in his late-teens to early-20s. After his one-year career on the SS Surrey, GHS1/PSB disappeared from the New Zealand shipping manifests.
The seafaring career of GHS1/PSB found new life with the Hamburg-Amerika line (owned by Brown Brothers Harriman & Company and aided by credit arranged through George Herbert Walker (GHW), GHS1/PSB’s future father-in-law).
His name (with two Fs) reappeared on numerous shipping manifests on the “crew’s list,” during 1920 and 1921, traveling from Hamburg, Liverpool, and the British West Indies. GHS1/PSB had been progressively promoted from “able seaman” to “second mate,” “junior first mate,” and “first officer.” Many of his documented voyages were on the SS Mount Clay, which departed regularly from Hamburg, Liverpool and ports in the West Indies and South America.
One significant voyage, which departed from Liverpool on January 20, 1915 and arrived in New York on the January 30, was aboard the SS Arabic. Its passenger, on Line 1 of the manifest, presented to the INS at Ellis Island, was George Scherf, German citizen from Dölitzsch. [27] Dölitzsch is a small village south of Leipzig, Germany, and was not too distant from the hometown of Martin Bormann who later became Hitler’s second-in-command.
This official U.S. government document (to the inevitable chagrin of the INS, the FBI, and the CIA) establishes a “regional” connection between the George H. Scherf family, Martin Bormann, Joseph Mengele, Reinhardt Gehlen and Skorzeny; (see photo) sets the pre-WWII connection between the Scherfs and these known Nazis into concrete.
This single document, obviously missed in the frantic effort to expunge all records of Nazi spies, went unnoticed until I discovered it in 2007. See the photo Skorzeny produced in which he identified the aforementioned Nazis, including himself and the family of George H. Scherf, Sr., “the illegal-immigrant, German-born accountant of Nikola Tesla.” The photo is published in Eric “Orion” Berman’s book The Bush Connection (See http://thebushconnection.com).
Note: Based upon a preponderance of evidence, in addition to recent discoveries through independent research, indicating patterns of deceit, corruption, theft, conspiracy, murder and treason, it appears that George H. Scherf(f), Sr. (GHS1) was the real identity of Prescott Sheldon Bush (PSB). Even Skorzeny “bought” the story that George H. Scherf, Jr. (GHS2) was GHS1/PSBs adopted son. In effect, GHS1/PSB was a double agent who worked primarily on behalf of the Nazi SS apparatus that controlled the German Central banks who, in turn, controlled their counterparts on Wall Street and in London. GHS1/PSB stole Nikola Tesla’s technology and, according to Skorzeny, “robbed Tesla blind.” The Nazis of the Third Reich, determined as they were to deceive the world in their pursuit of world domination, made some mistakes. Their carefully-crafted plan had its own shortcomings, despite their best efforts. Inevitably, greed became the “hidden enemy.”
Not only was Tesla’s technology stolen, but the governments of Germany, Russia, and the United States benefited by covertly weaponizing his most-advanced inventions and then turning that technology on the peoples of the world. George Scherf, described in books, newspaper and magazine articles and in biographies distributed throughout the scientific community as Tesla’s “trusted associate, accountant, and sometimes secretary,” stole his inventions, sold them to the Union Banking Corporation (UBC) through his vice-presidency and directorship under the alias of Prescott Sheldon Bush, to be forwarded to Paul Warburg (banker), Fritz Thyssen (industrialist) and I.G. Farben (the largest conglomerate of chemical companies in the world) — the latter two being industrialists loyal to Hitler’s Nazi Party.
GHS1/PSB’s position as “auditor” with the Union Sulphur Company was no accident either. The company’s “president,” German chemist Herman Frasch provided GHS1/PSB with the perfect opportunity to advise him about Tesla’s patents and their financial worth, as well as being a conduit to the oil-rich Rockefellers, for whom they both worked.
From his teens to his mid-20s, GHS1/PSB had gained valuable experience in learning about the shipping industry. His hands-on experience in transporting soldiers, arms, drugs and large amounts of stolen cash would become the trademark of his family—as is in the Bush family legacy today. And the Scherf(f)s were no strangers to murder, as in the case of Nikola Tesla’s demise, which was admitted by Skorzeny (in part one last month). GHS1/PSB’s mentors in the Wall Street banks knew of his double identity, too. After all, many of them had gone through a similar process of “assisted” immigration, false documentation and assimilation into American society; they equally profited from the business they conducted with SPB and his association with Buckeye Steel Castings, Remington Arms (through his position as Chairman of the War Industries Board), the Harrimans, Kuhn, Loeb & Company, J.P. Morgan, the Rockefellers, and GHW.
Was it a coincidence that the families of GHW, Samuel P. Bush (SPB), GHS1/PSB (and even their Pierce relatives) all had a penchant for domestic servitude from the “Fatherland,” Nazi Germany? What peculiar character trait amongst these self-proclaimed “blood relatives to British royalty” fueled their hunger for German cuisine? Their “American” servants—cooks, maids, nurses, et al, were taught to lie to INS and Census Bureau agents, never suspecting that an independent researcher would uncover their deceit 100 years later.
Coincidentally, the Hamburg-Amerika line was associated with the UBC scandal that resulted in the “Trading with the Enemy Act” charges brought forth against the Brown Brothers, Harriman & Company, UBC, GHW and GHS1/PSB. It had been discovered that the Nazis were laundering stolen money (from Europe) through the UBC and sending it back to Adolph Hitler through Fritz Thyssen, the Warburgs, I.G. Farben and others. Arms and oil shipments intended to assist the Nazi cause and enrich the likes of SPB and the Rockefeller family were halted in 1942, though dividends were ultimately paid to the perpetrators after World War II. GHS1/PSB received $1.5 million, the value of one share of the UBC stock he owned. The total assets of UBC were estimated to be worth more than $4 billion at the time.
To avoid further embarrassment to the Wall Street traitors (who should have been tried for treason), the National Archives “burned” the associated records “in order to save space,” temporarily salvaging the reputation of SPB. The destruction of these documents did little to erase other government records that showed an affinity of this “family” to conduct business with the Nazis.
The above-referenced Federal Census records (1930) detail a few more “tendencies” for the Bush and Walker families to favor those of German persuasion. Samuel P. Bush employed a maid, Emma Sigler, who immigrated to the U.S. in “1907,” from Urbach, Germany. Emma, like her benefactors, not only misstated her age (2, which should have been 37 (based upon her declaration to the INS that she was 19 in 1902), but her date of arrival and her real intended destination— the home of SPB. Somehow, Emma “forgot” that she arrived at the Port of New York, on September 15, 1902—five years prior to her declaration to the Census Bureau. The point here is that it does not matter how old she was on either occasion, but that on one or both occasions, she lied to INS officials. [28]
The “Walkers”
TWI: The Walker clan appears out of nowhere beginning with Thomas Walker I (TWI) who married Catharine (no maiden name). According to the records, there is no date of birth, no birthplace, no parents and no date of marriage noted for either TWI or Catharine. Their union, however, produced one son of record, Thomas Walker II, born/christened August 2, 1758. [29]
CTWII: “Captain” Thomas Walker II (CTWII) married Catherine McClelland Feb. 22, 1785. Dates and places of birth for CTWII and Catherine are not available, though the “christening” date for CTWII is recorded as August 2, 1758, at Holy Trinity Church, Gosport, Hampshire, England. The union between CTWII and Catherine produced “one” child, Thomas Walker III (TWIII) born October 14, 1787. [30]
It is interesting that TWI and CTWII both married a “Catharine (Catherine)” and neither had birth dates, nor places of birth. “Catharine” didn’t even have a maiden surname. Apparently, neither Catharine nor her presumed daughter-in-law Catherine had parents, though both were supposedly born in “England.”
CTWII reportedly died at sea in 1797 (date unknown), though it is not clear whether he was traveling on a ship or merely swimming.
There is no mention whatsoever of a second child between CTWII and Catherine until after CTWII died. Conversely, when George E. Walker (GEW) was born, there was no mention of an older brother, TWIII.
GEW: George E. Walker was born in “either New Jersey or Maryland" about 1797 or 1798 according to numerous biographies. GEW attended Mount St. Mary’s College (boarding school) in Emittsburg, Maryland, from 1811-12 as an “orphan,” though it is unclear which “legal guardian” sent him there. [31]
Brothers? Both TWIII and GEW found their way to Bloomington, Illinois, though their relationship is suspiciously omitted from public records in the United States. Was it so that no one would ever discover this “royal” secret”—that “Catharine” and “Catherine” were one and the same and bore CTWII with TWI and then coupled with her own son (CTWII) to produce TWIII? We can assume that CTWII also fathered GEW, but that is not certain, though GEW was given the Walker name.
Catherine, died in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, in 1806.
GEW died in Bloomington, Ill., October 28, 1864.
TWIII died on June 18, 1870, in Tazewell, Illinois, and was buried at Bloomington, Illinois.
DDW: According to the British Census of 1881, GEW’s son, David Davis Walker (DDW), was born in Leeds, England, January 19, 1840. According to the 1881 census, DDW’s son, GHW, was six years old at the time and was described as a “scholar.” His birth would have been in 1875, not 1874. [32]
GHW: George Herbert Walker. The Walker family was already in the business of manufacturing clothes, an industry they would continue on their arrival to the United States.
The future father-in-law of GSH1/PSB had established himself in the business world by dealing in dry goods. Though his career began with his father David Davis Walker’s Ely, Walker & Company in St. Louis, Missouri, he eventually became a partner in the New York banks that played a role in the trading scandals related to the closing of the UBC.
Census records from 1900, 1910, 1920 and 1930 reveal a suspicious but recurring pattern with those who conducted business with the Nazis. The “memory lapses” that plagued the paternal side of the Bush clan became contagious and spread to GSH1/PSB’s in-laws as well. For example, in the 1900 U.S. Federal Decennial Census, GHW declared that his father was born in “Missouri” and his mother in “Missouri. [33]
However, in the 1910 U.S. Federal Decennial Census, his father was born in “Maryland” and his mother in “Missouri.” [34]
The wily GHW declared in the 1920 U.S. Federal Census that his father was born in “Maryland” and that his mother now, too, was born in “Maryland.” [35]
As if to dispel his own confusion, GHW came full circle in 1930 during the U.S. Federal Decennial Census and, once again, claimed his parents were both born in “Missouri.” [36]
Whether GHW’s parents were born in Missouri, Maryland or both is not the issue. The real issue is that his father, DDW, according to a biography at wikipedia.org, was “born and reared on his parents’ farm near Bloomington, Illinois.” [37]
Surely DDW must have mentioned his upbringing to his son, GHW—that is, if GHW was really his son. It took GHW 20 years to realize that his mother, Martha Adela (Becky) was born in Emmitsburg, Maryland—that is, if she was really his mother. [38]
The facts behind GHW’s census declarations speak for themselves, though the story does not end there. Such sloppy geneological record keeping is hardly befitting anyone claiming to be “in the bloodline of the British Crown.”
The biographies of GHW agree that he was born on June 11, 1875. Why would he claim to the Census Bureau that he was born in 1874—not once, not twice, not thrice, but four times? Surely he must have known the correct date of his own birth.
The confusion one experiences upon exhuming records that should reveal the “roots” of the Walker/Bush families is puzzling. It is highly unlikely that any one family, let alone two, especially of such “royal” bloodlines, could experience so many coincidences in the occurrence of uncertain birth dates, premature deaths, burials “at sea,” and offspring produced by those outside of the bloodline.
If one is to decipher the master plan, then one must think like those who crafted that plan. The blatant lies with respect to the “cast of characters” fomenting and executing the plan, replete with distortions and concealments of facts, have been their modus operandi over several generations.
We can also see that elements of truth are spun into this web of blatant lies, distortions and concealment of facts—as if daring us to accept the entire package as an honest representation of the record.
Bushes, Walkers, bankers and Nazis—and the Vatican
The Wall Street bankers had already established their connections with their counterparts in Europe—the Rothschilds, the Warburgs and the Bank of England. These relationships were fortified with a series of events that gave G.H. Walker & Co. (Walker’s investment firm) the international prestige GHW sought.
After spearheading the organization of the 1904 World’s Fair in St. Louis, George H. Walker eventually became the president of the W.A. Harriman & Co. investment firm and assisted Averell Harriman in acquiring the Hamburg-Amerika Line. This shipping company, with the aid of the most corrupt New York bank, almost single-handedly was responsible for the infiltration of Nazis into the U.S.—both before and after the war. Today, it is obvious that total cooperation was secured by gaining complete control of the New York Port Authority, the Immigration and Naturalization Service, and key posts and persons all the way to the top in U.S. government.
With the level of “protection” afforded the Hamburg-Amerika Line, money could be shipped to the UBC and Brown Brothers Harriman, ultimately to be laundered and then returned to Hitler in Germany. But the Nazis were not the sole beneficiaries of the loot. The Nazis were the pawns for a far more sinister authority—the Vatican, the Society of Jesus (Jesuit Order) and the “Black Pope.”
Weapons for the waging of wars could easily be transported back to Germany and other ports throughout Europe. As previously mentioned, Samuel P. Bush, as director of the War Industries Board (WIB), was able to secure contracts for the Rockefellers, J.P. Morgan, Kuhn, Loeb & Company, Brown Brothers Harriman, Union Banking Corporation, George Westinghouse and other wealthy industrialists who profited from arms dealing to both sides of each war the WIB orchestrated. It was no coincidence that SPB’s “son,” Prescott Sheldon Bush (GHSI/PSB) was appointed a vice-president and partner of UBC by its director (and now, father-in-law), GHW.
What was it that permitted Walker to wield such power and influence? Certainly, his willingness to financially contribute to the perpetual fomentation of war throughout the world (from which he, his family and others profited from then and still do to this day) and his allegiance to those who facilitated his meteoric rise in the banking industry. A clue as to who may have collaborated with GHW is revealed in his personal biography.
GHW, a self-proclaimed Episcopalian “spent part of his education In England at Stonyhurst College,” according to his “wikipedia” biography. [39] The biography does not specify if GHW attended the school prior to arriving in the United States, though it is quite possible that he, and even his father, had been given seed money (or total financial backing) to assist them in launching their businesses after their arrival stateside.
Also according to wikipedia, In 1900, GHW "…started a banking and investment firm named G.H. Walker & Company."
Based upon GHW’s uncertainty concerning his father’s birthplace, the likelihood of providing that information to a government agency such as the Census Bureau was not anticipated, so GHW “winged it” four times, getting it wrong on each occasion.
From aforementioned accounts, we know that Paul Warburg, James Loeb, and at least one of the Harriman Brothers traveled together from Europe to New York, at least seven years prior to the founding of the Federal Reserve. The likelihood of George Herbert Walker becoming a player in that elite financial circle was remote, unless that association had been orchestrated beforehand, probably by the Jesuits in England.
GHW also had established a “compound” on the east coast in Kennebunkport, Maine before 1900. The significance of this compound lies in a secret document related to Nikola Tesla’s wireless telegraph invention.
In 1899, Tesla had been commissioned by Rear Admiral Francis J. Higginson and the U.S. Treasury Department to outfit the Light Vessel No. 66 (LV) with a wireless telegraphy system, his own invention. [40] Subsequent publications of this event described a “Marconi wireless system” having been installed in 1904, but that story was designed to hide the facts behind Tesla’s technology, thus deflecting attention away from the theft of this invention and others related to radio transmission and reception.
This project was not unlike its predecessor, “The Wardenclyffe Tower," though less complicated. Tesla’s multi-faceted research project intended to develop free, wireless electricity and free telecommunications (pictures and sound) to the public worldwide.
While it is true that Tesla intended to use his Long Island facility to perform experiments, “with the transmission of electrical energy for power and lighting purposes by wireless. . . .” he repeatedly made it clear the Wardenclyffe plant’s primary function was global wireless telecommunications and broadcasting.
For example, from “The Future of the Wireless Art, WIRELESS TELEGRAPHY & TELEPHONY,” by Walter W. Massie & Charles R. Underhill (pp. 67-71) (1908): [41]
“It is intended to give practical demonstrations of these principles with the plant illustrated. As soon as completed, it will be possible for a business man in New York to dictate instructions, and have them instantly appear in type at his office in London or elsewhere. He will be able to call up, from his desk, and talk to any telephone subscriber on the globe, without any change whatever in the existing equipment. An inexpensive instrument, not bigger than a watch, will enable its bearer to hear anywhere, on sea or land, music or song, the speech of a political leader, the address of an eminent man of science, or the sermon of an eloquent clergyman, delivered in some other place, however distant. In the same manner any picture, character, drawing, or print can be transferred from one to another place. Millions of such instruments can be operated from but one plant of this kind. More important than all of this, however, will be the transmission of power, without wires, which will be shown on a scale large enough to carry conviction.”
The True Wireless, which includes a comparison of the Tesla and Marconi systems, affirms this conclusion. [42]
“As early as 1899 Tesla was motivated to develop a transportable system for wireless telecommunications. This was one of his missions while at the Colorado Springs lab, as can be seen from the following two snippets of correspondence:
TREASURY DEPARTMENT
Office of the Light-House Board
Washington, D. C.
May 11, 1899
Mr. Nicola Tesla,
46 Houston Street,
New York, N. Y.
Dear Sir:
I would like to ask you if you if [sic] you can not [sic] arrange to establish a system of wireless telegraphy upon the Light-Vessel No. 66, Nantucket Shoals, Mass., which lies off about 60 miles south of Nantucket Island. . .
Hoping you will give this proposition your early consideration, I am
Respectfully yours,
(Signed)
Francis J. Higginson
Rear-Admiral, U.S.N.,
Chairman.
And in a July 1899 letter from the Colorado Springs lab, Tesla writes to an assistant:
Dear Mr. Scherff,
We want as soon as possible four sizes of this little instrument completed in annexed sketch and there ought to be two pieces of each size, that is, 8 pieces in all. These pieces are to go on the clockworks as Mr. Uhlman will surely understand. . . .
. . . Push this work through as quickly as possible, as I am preparing myself for the plant at Nantucket (for the government) and want to have as much work done as possible before I return. . . .
Yours sincerely,
N. Tesla
These letters document that, by 1899, Tesla had discovered wireless communication technology and the government was interested. The Nantucket plant was also in convenient proximity to Walker's Point. Also note that the 1899 date would place Scherff at about four years old--if we are to believe he was born in 1895 (recall two letters from 1918 between Tesla and Scherff reprinted earlier in this article).
Further evidence of the timing of this sequence being a fraud is provided by a short newspaper article, “To Test Tesla’s System,” Brooklyn Eagle, Sept., 1899. [43]
Lighthouse Board to Ask Congress for an Appropriation (Special to the Eagle)
Washington, September 7 — The members of the Lighthouse Board intend to ask Congress for an appropriation during the coming session of Congress to enable them to conduct some extensive experiments with wireless telegraphy at Fire Island. This scheme is a popular one with Admiral Higginson and the other members of this board who believe that it will eventually figure prominently in the lighthouse and life saving systems.
Admiral Higginson has already had some correspondence with Tesla, the electrical expert, and others in New York who are interested in this subject and it is possible that some semi-official tests may take place this fall. The members of the board will work from either Nantucket or Fire Island and the mainland. The greatest difficulty now in the way is lack of funds, no appropriation being available for experiments of any kind. It is possible that in 1917 Tesla was receiving heavy fire, but it certainly wasn’t from his own gun.”
The last sentence in the quotation above is not only ambiguous it is misleading. The relevance to the original request by Admiral Higginson is not only suspicious, the document has been edited with a date insertion some 18 years after its original publication.
Biographers concur that Tesla did not trust governments or their minions. It is suspected that Tesla, whose vision was unlimited free wireless power and wireless communications for all mankind, compartmentalized his research and notes to frustrate the ill-intended efforts of government and industry to steal his discoveries.
Tesla was not paranoid; the Nazis (and the Americans and Russians) were covertly receiving his technology while the New York bankers and their shipping partners profited immensely. The Walker’s Point compound at Kennebunkport, Maine, likely served as a secret port for the smuggling of documents, weapons, cash, and spies — due to its clandestine location.
[Editor’s note: Notice how the “Tesla” technology described in the 1908 excerpt from, “The Future of the Wireless Art,” mirrors our contemporary wireless reality. Note also how modern wireless is not free: It is harnessed, collected, regulated, metered and available for a fee and subject to taxes—and censorship].
Records show the property was purchased in 1899 by GHW, though the main house was not built until 1903, when Paul M. Warburg first came to the U.S. The location of Walker’s Point was suitable for the logistics GHW would soon conduct on behalf of his Jesuit mentors at Stonyhurst College.
Centuries of research has consistently reinforced claims that the Jesuit Order has been advancing an evil plot for world domination since its founding in 1540 . Following is my overview of that research as it pertains to the “creation” of “our” 41st president:
The Jesuits: Stoneyhurst College is known as a “Catholic” institution with a primarily Jesuit influence; the college boasts of its association with the Society of Jesus. The Society of Jesus, or the “Jesuits,” proclaims its “service” to the Vatican and to mankind by “assisting the downtrodden through education.” [44]
Further investigation reveals that the Pope is covertly controlled by the Superior General of the Society of Jesus, Peter Hans Kolvenbach—the Black Pope. The General Curia (administrative offices where Jesuit business is conducted) is located in “Rome,” more specifically, within the Vatican.
Following the dictates of Ignatius Loyola’s “25 Sessions” and the leadership of the Superior General, the ultimate goal of this secret organization is to “destroy and rebuild the Temple of Solomon, reestablishing the seat of the Pope in Israel.”
Historically, the Jesuit mission has been to eliminate Protestant Christianity throughout the world, with the United States being the last frontier to be conquered. Contrary to the self-proclaimed mission to educate and assist the underprivileged in society, the Jesuits actually worship Lucifer (not Satan) and practice the most sadistic forms of human sacrifice, homosexuality, pedophilia, black magic, and murder.
The Society employs a variety of ruthless tactics to accomplish its long-term goal (of a New World Order which pays homage to their Black Pope). One is carrying out political assassinations of world leaders who refuse to comply with its demands. These assassinations in the U.S. have included presidents (Abraham Lincoln, JFK), cabinet members, congressmen, senators, diplomats, journalists, scientists and religious and business leaders.
For purposes of obfuscation and maintaining a spirit of compliance, the Society of Jesus employs (and finances) the services of the NSA, DHS, FEMA, OSS, ONI, FBI, CIA, DIA, DEA, the Pentagon, the Department of Defense, NASA, the Federal Reserve, the Internal Revenue Service, the Congress, and other Federal agencies as deemed necessary.
Foreign military and intelligence agencies under their control include the German SS, Deutsche Verteidigungs Dienst (underground Abwehr/DVD), the British MI6 and MI5, the Israeli Mossad, NATO, Interpol, the KGB, the Chilean DINA, and even the United Nations, to name a few.
Assassinations are carried out by the aforementioned intelligence agencies and their Mafia partners in the drug and gambling trades, often with collateral assistance from the Knights of Malta, the Freemasons, the Knights of Columbus, and Propaganda Due (P2). Such was the case in the assassination of President John F. Kennedy and some former Popes.
Political leaders, whether duly elected or corruptly appointed, are replaced by dictatorships favorable to the Society. Those governments with concordats are allowed to subsist without threat of war, though that policy often changes when revolutionary movements begin to receive international recognition. Often, the simple refusal to allow the Society to reap the profits of the illegal drug trade is enough to spark a civil war or a clandestine paramilitary incursion.
The Society considers declaring one’s individual sovereignty, freedom of speech, freedom of religion, and civil rights to be anathema to its doctrine while seeking to crush Protestant Christianity, the basis for the creation of the United States. The dismantling of the U.S. government is the key to their ultimate success in the creation of a New World Order.
GHW was obviously recruited to assist the Jesuits with their long-range plans and, as a result, he (and those with whom he did business) profited immensely from his cooperation in the Jesuits’ plans.
Remote control of the Jesuit apparatus is maintained through the establishment of banks, churches, foundations, and institutes of “higher education” in foreign countries. Fordham University, a Jesuit institution, controls the Vatican’s top official in the U.S., John Cardinal O’Connor, Archbishop of New York (at St. Patrick’s Cathedral).
The banks: Numerous researchers have determined who controls the governments of the world and how this control was established and still maintained today. Contrary to the “feel good” biographies published on government-sponsored web sites, in specially-commissioned literary works, and propaganda-laden school books, the central banks of New York City played a crucial role in betraying the United States government and its citizenry.
The sponsorship and control of such institutions is intended to remain shrouded in secrecy. Yet, the writings of G. Edward Griffin (The Creature from Jekyll Island), Webster Tarpley and Anton Chaitkin (George Bush: The Unauthorized Biography) and Kevin Philips (American Dynasty), to name a few, have not only exposed the conspiracies designed to overthrow the American government and establish a “New World Order,” they have laid the groundwork for new research.
Those who are quick to charge “conspiracy theory” or unjustly claim that such exposes are “attacks on one’s religious beliefs” only assist the above-mentioned charlatans in achieving their ultimate goal—world domination.
This research would be considered incomplete without revealing the identity of the consummate international puppet: George Herbert Walker Bush (GHSII/GHWB)
GHSII/GHWB
Skorzeny was emphatic when he made the seemingly outrageous claim that George H. Scherf(f), Jr., was the son of Nikola Tesla’s illegal-immigrant German-born accountant, George H. Scherf(f), Sr.
What Skorzeny did not know, as has been previously surmised, was the correct spelling of his surname at birth. Skorzeny, having been Adolph Hitler’s bodyguard, would have known anyone Hitler knew. It was his job. The photograph depicting the younger, soon-to-become-infamous Nazi war criminals [45] spoke volumes about Skorzeny’s honesty, a quality his associates arguably lacked. Chances are that Skorzeny never actually met GHSI/PSB, so he would not have recognized that GHSI/PSB was operating as a double agent for the Nazi Party. Skorzeny claimed that GHSII/GHWB had been trained as a spy for Adolph Hitler, and it is possible that he never knew that GHSI/PSB was an “imposter.” Neither Hitler, nor GHSI/PSB could have risked such a disclosure. The story about GHSII/GHWB having been “adopted” by GHSI/PSB bears out this fact.
The photographs, which Skorzeny produced as proof, were taken in an Alpine setting common to the northern Alps. The architecture, within the Scherf home and outside the home (from a second photo), are reminiscent of the same region of east-central Germany. How is it, then, that Adolph Hitler recruited the Scherfs for such a daunting task? He was known to have spent time in Berlin, Munich, and other large cities — both in the military and during political campaigns. The plot to enlist the Scherfs was carried out in Dölitzsch, some 20 miles south of Leipzig (recall GHSI/PSB’s declaration to the INS in 1915). To the west of Dölitzsch was the town, Wegeleben, home of Martin Bormann. Bormann posed for a photograph with the Scherf family (see photo), [46] along with Skorzeny and Joseph Mengele, an occasion facilitated by the roles they were all to play as members of Hitler’s SS. All three assisted in the training of the Scherfs, who were neophytes in espionage at the time.
The family of GHSI/PSB however, was not originally from Dölitzsch. They were from the Cuxhaven region of northern Germany, a seaport town near Hamburg. It is at that location the Scherfs would have received their education in German banking, money laundering, and treason—from the Warburgs. The Scherfs’ association with Martin Bormann establishes the foundation (beyond theory or speculation) that they were handpicked and trained by Hitler to operate as spies, drug and arms smugglers, and ”business associates” (money launderers) of the New York central bankers who supported the Nazis, until getting caught in 1941, and shut down in 1942.
Martin Bormann, having risen to a position of great power in the Nazi Party by 1933, established and administered the “Adolph Hitler Endowment Fund of German Industry,” supported by “donations” from successful German entrepreneurs. Bormann also managed all of Hitler’s business affairs and personal finances after gaining a reputation as an assassin and intimidator of trade union organizers. He was one of the most powerful leaders of the Third Reich.
Joseph Mengele, the infamous “Angel of Death,” was known for killing of thousands of those imprisoned at Auschwitz, for performing sadistic biological experiments upon the prisoners in the death camps and for having a penchant for “studying” twins.
Having studied biology at the University of Munich, then working as a research assistant at Frankfurt University Institute for Hereditary Biology and Racial Hygiene, Mengele joined the Sturmabteilung, or “Stormtroopers”—a paramilitary organization for the Nazi Party. His role equally complemented that of Bormann and Skorzeny.
It is apparent from GHSI/PSB's association with the above men that he was trained by the "best".
The Bush clan—
genealogical records
The published biographies of GHSII/GHWB, son of GHSI/PSB, claim that he was born in Milton, Massachusetts, on June 12, 1924.
In short, he was the son of a man born in 1895 at Columbus, Ohio, that went to a school that did not exist; then went to a school in Newport, Rhode Island, from 1908-1913; after which he was convicted of insubordination on the SS Surrey while working in New Zealand (1914); before joining the Connecticut National Guard in 1916 while attending Yale University from 1913-1917; then receiving three medals ‘for deflecting a missile with a bolo knife,’ while stationed with the American Expeditionary Forces in France, from 1917-1919, during which he and his Skull & Bones buddies from Yale supposedly robbed Geronimo’s grave in 1918; before returning to Columbus, where the shame of his ‘heroism’ forced him to move to St. Louis, where he lived in a boarding house and worked as a ‘warehouse clerk’ or ‘general manager of a hardware company’; until his marriage to Dorothy Walker at Kennebunkport, Maine, in 1921; only to return to work (‘for a few months’) as a salesman for Hupp Products Company (a rubber company owned by SPB) in Columbus, Ohio, in 1923; before accepting a sales position with a rubberized golf-spike manufacturer, Stedman Products Company (also owned by his father) in Braintree, Massachusetts for seven months; only to move to Greenwich, Connecticut, where he began his career with Union Banking Corporation and his father-in-law, GHW.
By calculating the dates contained in the census data below, more anomalies appear in the Bush family history. In general, rounding off the ages of one’s children is a common practice among adults, though children, wanting to be specific about their exact age, will tell you. The ages of GHSI/PSB’s children are all “rounded off” to the nearest year with one exception—Nancy. Someone in the Bush family (most likely Nancy herself) stated her exact age of 4 years and 7/12 to the census taker (an unusual way for an adult to express his/her age). By adding seven months from February 4, we arrive at the approximate date the census was taken—September 4, 1930 (the actual year the census was taken). [47]
When we calculate the age of Walker (was that his preferred name?), who was “born on June 12, 1924,” his age should be “6 years, 2 months.” The census says “age 5.” “Walker,” whoever he is, has suddenly become one year younger (Recall Skorzeny’s contention that GHSII/GHWB was GHSI/PSB “adopted son”). GHSI/PSB (born on May 15, 1895) also has become one year younger, when he should be age 35.
The above-referenced “errors” are attributable to GHSI/PSB, not his children. Below is excerpted from the 1930 Connecticut U.S. Federal Decennial Census, Fairfield Co., Greenwich:
1930 Connecticut, Fairfield Co., Greenwich, ED 134, sheet 4A, line 21 Rel Age Status Birthplace Father's Birthplace Mother's Birthplace
Bush Prescott S H 34 M 26 Ohio Massachusetts Ohio
Dorothy W 28 M 20 Maine Missouri Missouri
Prescott S Jr S 7 S Maine Ohio Maine
Walker S 5 S Massachusetts Ohio Maine
Nancy D 47/12 S New York Ohio Maine
(3 servants)
Prescott (the elder) was a Banker
This one census report contains numerous anomalies:
1) The incorrect age of husband GHS1/PSB—It should be 35, not “34,” according to biographical declarations.
2) The incorrect age of wife Dorothy—It should be 29, not “28.”
3) The erroneous birthplace of son Prescott, Jr., which is declared in biographies to be Columbus, Ohio; not “Maine.”
4) The listing of “Walker” as the child who should have been listed as “George” (GHSII/GHWB)
5) “Walker’s” age, which should be 6 years, 2 months; not “5.”
6) The absence of a birthplace for Nancy Bush—in this “official” record and all other known biographical sources.
7) The birthplace of GHSI/PSB's father (SPB)—it should be “Brick Church, New Jersey,” according to biographical accounts (even though there is no such town as “Brick Church”).
The birthplace of Dorothy’s father—It should be “Leeds, England,” not “Missouri.”
After the 1930 census, GHSI/PSB had two more sons, Jonathan James Bush (JJB, May 6, 1931, birthplace unknown) and William Henry Trotter Bush (WHTB, July 14, 1938, Greenwich, CT). [48]
Again, we find that JJB, a “banker” like some of his relatives, had no declared (or accurate) place of birth. Where would one begin looking for such records? The “Jonathan James Bush” biography posted at wikipedia.org mentions his graduation from “Hotchkiss School,” though his name is not included in the list of “Notable Alumni” at the Hotchkiss web site linked through wikipedia. [49]
A link found on the Bush biography page at wikipedia, lists the birth of JJB (again with no birthplace), with a link which returns to the original biography.
Genealogical data is absent from other reliable resources and the most comprehensive of databases, FamilySearch.org, declares that “no such record exists.”
Following in his father’s footsteps, JJB was fined in 1991 for securities violations in Massachusetts and Connecticut. JJB was "busted" again in 2004, when Riggs Bank, of which he was a “director,” was fined $25 million for attempts at thwarting a money laundering investigation of the firm.
The misleading birth records of the Bush family permeate each generation, whether examined before or after GHSI/PSB’s generation. For example, the family biographies claim that SPB (GHSI/PSB’s father) was born at Brick Church, New Jersey, in 1863.
“Brick Church” is not a town, it is a church. There also exists a Brick Church train station, a Brick Church Plaza and, of course, the Brick Church Clubhouse. Should the family now claim (due to this recent revelation) that he was born in the church, that would be as untrue as the genealogical data posted on hundreds of web sites and published in countless literary works. The station was built after the church, as was the plaza. In fact, the Brick Church (actually in East Orange, New Jersey) was built in 1878, 15 years after his proclaimed “birth date,” and not in “Orange.”
In his 1997 book, “George Bush: The Life of a Lone Star Yankee,” author Herbert S. Parmet, a history professor at the University of New York, made a noble, but inconclusive attempt at rectifying the fable about SPB’s birthplace, declaring it to be “Orange, New Jersey”— not quite the same spelling as “Brick Church.” [50]
References continue: In the words of GHSII/GHWB, in reference to his “father’s” early schooling: “Douglas, his public school, was somewhat of a ‘melting pot.’ We had a very large Negro population. We had a very large German population. In fact,” he explained, ” we had representatives in almost every ethnic group in the public school, and I always felt that this gave me a sense of balance about those ethnic problems that was useful to me in later life, and particularly in political life.” [51]
This quotation, attributed to GHSI/PSB, came from GHSII/GHWB. In my opinion, the book is nothing more than a feeble attempt to legitimize the lies behind the true identities of the Bush and Walker families.
Accounts of the Ohio Historical Society differ from these reminiscent, Bush-family explanations. More specifically, “Sam
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Great thread!
Tesla was my enlightenment 15 years ago. That was really a turning point for me. After knowing the story of his life I understood the world. It was quite an epiphany to realize there really is a very entrenched banking power structure that wants to keep things primitive, exploitable and always in conflict.
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