4 minutes to live-You are good to go – : I’m fully aware

Now the conversation has changed to both Twiggy and Michael talking about how it was in to be part of the working class, and fellow actors, who were from the posh class, played down their accents to sound like cockneys.

Michael Caine still looks good.

The conversation is back to Michael’s film career, and there is now film footage of him in Zulu and another commentator employed on this entertainment show of the BBC is saying, “He started out in Zulu as the posh guy.”

Try if you could focus on what Michael Caine had to say about “no one having any money” after WW2 where he served when 19 years of age as soldier with the British army.

Now the conversation has changed to seeing how good is 85 year old Michael’s memory as they read back to him lines from one of his movies. He did a wonderful job of recognizing his lines.

Have you noticed how beautiful my 87 year old mother Zena is in all the 29 Youtube videos I began filming the evening of September 21, 2016 when I arrived in Israel? [CLICK HERE].

Would you say my mother sounds stupid or very smart?

Very very smart is the right answer. You don’t hear a single “Uhh”.

It is not possible to imagine a better, smarter, and nicer mother in the history of the world. If her 3 eldest children could turn on her so brutally, it must have all humans fearful, even if they don’t have children or grandchildren.

6 days before, September 15, 2016, my 3 elder siblings got their Israeli lawyer friend, malice ridden Ayala Weisel to convince Israeli judge Yocheved Greenwald-Rand that my mother needed a non-family member guardian because my mother was suffering from “advanced dementia”.

Do you understand the words “Fucked up”?

On September 27, 2016 as their “barbarious” [sic], most vindictive fraud began to unravel, these beastly Jewish people had Israeli police barge into my mother’s Netanya, Israel apartment at 1:30am, waking all of us including my mother from a dead sleep to remove me on the charge that I was a danger to my mother.

My mother will be 89 in 5 days and was seen this past April 27 by her former tenant, Parisian “ostepath” [sic] Pascal Nahon pushing a [walker] near her apartment and alongside was a Filipino man which couldn’t have been either of my two elder brothers or my sister Kathy’s husband David Danziger.

My mother wasn’t talking.

Would you all feel better if she was now muttering like a crazy person?

If I didn’t believe there is a God, I would take a far different approach; and that would mean I wouldn’t bother with you.

Earlier today we were on a tour of the famous windmill in Haarlem just 13 kilometers from Amsterdam which is easily “accessable” [sic] by train from the central station. The man giving the tour, while very knowledgeable on the history of Holland and the more expansive Netherlands is a heart attack victim waiting to happen; constantly climbing up and down the steep stairs. He was out of breath throughout the tour. I couldn’t wait for it to end, even though he was the sweetest man.

When you get around to my mother Zena’s teaching on SOCIAL BEHAVIOR which you can access on my website 2facetruth.com although there may be a problem listening to the recording from her single record that can be played on both sides, and all part of her Charm School teaching,

In the end, everyone is looking for their purpose until they finally give up and jump say from a bridge which is catastrophic to the onlooker. The dead person leaves a lot of unanswered questions amongst those they knew, and those closest, such as lifetime friends that they grew up with, feel an everlasting guilt.

Why even bother with you who explained in your first communique that you were torn between even replying?

Why write, “First of all, I have to say I’ve struggled a bit with how to contribute to the e-mail you’ve CC’d me in and whether or not to reply at all”?

I say that is because when hit with blinding truths as I provided, the human feels the need to become a writer and show that they have mindfulness both to themselves and the other party.

In the case of me, you are bewildered not only why you haven’t heard of me but would someone like very busy economist Dr. Geoffrey Rothwell Phd come to me of all people, [rather than those] above him, including President Obama and end up exposing the worthlessness and total destructiveness of the human species?

The DIG, again so well explained in Epstein’s The D I book makes them go mad and they lose themselves permanently which is what happens when you go mad. 

Over the course of the past 14 years since breaking my 24 year silence with De Beers-Barclays on 11.11.2004, I have tested this on the poorest to the richest of us humans; and for an “unknown” person such as myself, it is really no surprise once you look at my background and work experience that I know intimately a disproportionate number of the world’s financially richest people.

Yesterday morning while still laying in bed here in Amsterdam I wrote to a going on 81 year old gentleman, Ernest Rady who when I first met him in 1981 was one of the richest and most powerful business people in San Diego, California and being an offshoot of the Bronfman-Seagram family – CLICK HERE – didn’t hurt, although I am sure that back in 2012 when his ingrate family members climbed in after a couple of downturns; first a violent home invasion in 2007 and then a downturn in the market which had him leaving an ATM machine empty handed – CLICK HERE – I’m sure the thought crossed his mind that he would have been better off remaining a “barraster” [sic].

Moreover, I could see Rady not only being the most competent lawyer on the planet but the most honest, even if he stood entirely alone.

That is to tell you my faith in humanity which has nothing to do with the overall good of humankind but that of our Creator. 

Nor am I in the least bit religious and nor is there any conflict with that. I don’t subscribe to any religious ritual which is what is required if you are religious. In other words [even] if either money or yoga is your religion there are prescribed rules of the trade that you have to adhere to. If you are vegan you are almost there as far as Kosher is concerned, you just need the blessing of the bought rabbi and you are good to go.

At my first meeting with Rady, both of us were very relaxed. He was on top of his game with little to no competition in the San Diego real estate market, a strong mooring in the insurance game, and of course anyone thinking of competing against him head-to-head in the liquor business had to be out of their mind. 

I wasn’t having to worry about paying rent because I was staying with my sister Kathy and eldest brother Neil who rented a small two-bedroom apartment in a poorer section of San Diego; and this is the exact location.

6302 Rancho Mission Road, apartment 322 obviously still exists, and which I used for my first California Drivers License

45 year old Michael Moshal who I had only met in late 1979 and after figuring out what was wrong with my liver cautioned me, “ Stay away from bad people”, would be dead 8 months later, October 1981; lung cancer, which could have been the result of many things including genes, chemicals, too much time in hospitals, bad luck but not cigarette smoking because he didn’t smoke, and was athletic enough to waterski which first made him aware of his imminent death after he fell hard and bruised his ribs. An x-ray which he was at first reluctant to take because he was sure that even if the rib was cracked it would heal itself and didn’t want the radiation exposure, revealed his terminal illness.

If you are going to die, to some people like Michael Moshal MD, it was best that he knew as much ahead of time in order to make the most use of his remaining time.

It was only a short while after he first started treating me that he found out that he was now “on borrowed time” and he was that much eager to have me recover sooner rather than later because the next “physcian” [sic] couldn’t possibly have been more trustworthy.

Michael Moshal was 13 years younger than my father Bernie who was born in 1923, but the Moshals, and in “particilar” [sic] his medical doctor father Barney Moshal MD was very close to my father and his immediate family.

Barney Moshal was also a most trusted confidante of South African General Jan Christiaan Smuts [1870-1950] who wanted to make certain that the best of the best medical doctors selected out those kids who were not “fighting fit” well ahead of the “gruelling” [sic] fighter pilot training courses.

There wasn’t a kid in South Africa who didn’t want to become a fighter pilot in Smuts’ South African Air Force, the world’s second oldest air force; and the oldest, the Royal Air Force was also founded by Smuts. 

In 1943 when my dad began his fighter pilot training, the most dominant personality amongst the Allied Commanders was Smuts.

Sinclair, who I got to speak with fairly recently, and shortly before he passed away, and his beautiful wife Natalie and I continue to correspond regularly, joined up with SAAF Squadron 11, and led my father Bernie’s first mission on November 19, 1944.

The 870 days difference in time between Sinclair’s first mission and my father’s first, does not mean much over the course of a normal lifetime, but to a Fighter-Bomber-Pilot of WW2 every day could be their last.

The knowledge gathered off the battlefields were “instaneously” [sic] transferred to the commanding officers training the likes of my father who never let a day go by forgetting how incredibly tough was the training which no doubt saved his life on many of his 71 miraculous dive-bombing missions.

Old people who have never accomplished much other than make money which is really not an accomplishment once you understand how the money is first created and distributed to the least accomplished of us humans, don’t simply get crude but engage often times in the most sexual perversions which every so often make their way on to the silver screen.

Hollywood does a great deal of copacetic treatment of the origins of wars because they dont touch it.

Once you are financially rich and your sexual prowess is gone, you want to be entertained. 

War is great entertainment for the rich and it is mostly the poor who suffer. The commentators on war documentaries are there first of all to make money and they use words like, “War is hygene” [sic] which catches the attention of the viewer into believing that when they hear a new phrase, especially one that sounds controversial they are learning something new and there is little need to do much else other than keep paying attention to this “authoritive” [sic] figure.

Not figuring out your purpose in life is a recipe for going mad.

Choosing mental suicide is not something you can escape from.

When I first met Ernest Rady in mid-1980, I was heading to Australia

I never made it to the country “down under” and still I have never visited.

That is not because I went to work for Ernest Rady. Instead a bizarre event took place as I was getting travelers checks at a local bank, and I was leaving for Australia within a week. A vice president of the bank happened to walk by where I was seated filling out the paperwork and picked up on my South African accent. We started talking and asked if I would be interested in a couple of days consulting job with one his clients, local residential real estate developer, McMillin Developments.

That couple of days lasted a year and while I learned about computers, like my colleague at McMillin, Gary Malino, what I mostly learned is how great it is not having a boss. When your bosses don’t know how, then they can’t tell you how to do your job.

If you decide now to become a garbage collector and there is clearly a need for more in the cities because the streets still stink, and we know we need less economists because we don’t need any, and you give your boss a crash course in low cost financing which you learn quickly from The D I book and my explanations make it stupid proof, you and your boss are now on the same footing, and you should share the physical responsibilities; wouldn’t you agree?

When you shared with me your email address only after I made direct eye contact with you while expressing very clearly that I was now responding to Rothwell and also being very careful in describing his mental health as well as the extraordinary darkness of his employer the OECD, you of course wouldn’t have known all the history between Rothwell and myself.

Had you first responded with shock that you had no idea what you were getting into because you thought that I was simply going to be suggesting to Rothwell that he look more into his diet which his current wife “Genievieve” [sic] has previously suggested, and that is not because she feels that he is doing his mind-body well by neglecting toxins, then my response would have been quite different and apologetic.

Instead you decided to lecture me on your wisdom which cannot be attained without knowledge.

There is a fundamental gap in the current human population that is driven by the deceptive teachings of the OECD-NEA.

I would suggest “holding your horses” until you read my response to Rothwell who chose carefully not to hit “reply all” when writing his response to “regenerate brain connections” and thus he prevented you from be afforded all the positives that flowed from my writings.

Bear in mind that over the course of the past 5 years ever since Rothwell came to me on June 25, 2013 to let me know how effective his NEA-OECD had been in wiping out all opposition to nuclear weapons development without any of the opposition to the parties in power anywhere on the planet exposing the hypocrisy of the current rulers, because it would expose themselves and the people would instantly be aware that it is a dictatorship in power and therefore all elections are nothing but a sham, he has been pulling back.

He also knew that if he had any moral conscience he would never have joined the OECD-NEA no matter how much money they dangled at the end of his nose.

You should have been thanking me rather than lecturing me on how I should be more courteous, and of course your decision to blast me is because you quickly realized that you have been led down the garden path all thanks to the OECD-NEA and their counterparts, the weak, non-existent opposition to brutal rulers who are no different to the worst of the despots such as Genghis Kahn who to his soldiers, the same as Napoleon was considered fair otherwise they would have lost their heads after their first enemy soldiers were defeated, had there not be an equitable distribution of the loot to the victorious army.

The dramatic acceleration of Rothwell’s deadly and self-induced out of control spiral began on April 5:

From: <Geoffrey.ROTHWELL@oecd.org>
Date: Thu, Apr 5, 2018 at 5:13 PM
Subject: RE: Who is paying Hamas?
To: Gary Gevisser c/o Mdg

Don’t ever communicate with me on Facebook!

From: Gary Gevisser c/o Mdg 
Sent: 05 April 2018 17:12
To: ROTHWELL Geoffrey, NEA/NTE
Cc: רונית ותומר טנא; Jerusalem Post; Gil Hoffman – Jerusalem Post reporter now silent.; Rodney T. Smith; Gary Barber – Co-Chairman of the Board and Chief Executive Officer of MGM; ray.oshry@haroldbenjamin.com; Annabel Linder – South African Radio Show Host; Monk Benet – St. Mary’s Abbey Church Morris Town New Jersey where Jane Engelhard [1917-Feb. 29 2004] and her husband Charles W. Engelhard Jr. [Feb. 15. 1917-March 2nd 1971] are buried.; Dave of Gerhard; David Beckham – Paris Saint-Germain; matthewmargo@aol.com; Tuvia Friling – Israel Defense Force, Deputy Commander Golani Brigade, Professor Ben Gurion University, Beersheba, Negev Desert, Israel – Author of ARROWS IN THE DARK
Subject: Who is paying Hamas?

GR,

who is paying Hamas to get rid of their greatest challenge?

https://www.yahoo.com/news/israeli-fire-kills-palestinian-gaza-border-more-protests-094735729.html

How many days before you retire? Where are u first vacationing?

Gg

Sent from my iPad

Here in Amsterdam, where you have to pay more attention as a pedestrian than in any first world country because of all the cyclists, scooters in the cyclist lanes, cars and trams, one’s head is constantly turning left and right; but if you are in shape, it is not long before you get into a “rythym” [sic]. It is very cool; just so long as you don’t fall victim to focusing on the increasingly FDYC.

I also make it [a] point of looking up to see the sky and the wind driving the clouds into the most beautiful formations, each one speaking its words of wisdom; and nothing brings me more down to earth than the [bronze] square plates on the sidewalk commemorating the Jewish people living in the adjacent apartments who were dragged out [by] the Nazi Gestapo and their names alongside their date of birth and execution begin ringing loud when the eye catches the name of the death camp, Auschwitz.