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Spandau Mystery

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Peter Moon, author of Sky Books' newest book, Spandau Mystery, has written what I would definitely call a 'must read' for all history buffs and conspiracy theorists as past and present collide in this engaging perspective that completely blows our perceived notions of history right out of the water!

Connecting ancient history with today's current affairs, Moon covers a lot of territory within 360 pages, giving the reader a fascinating panoramic view of the enigma surrounding the death of Spandau Prison's most infamous resident - Rudolph Hess.

Spanning a wide landscape of significant events from the fall of Atlantis to the reunification of Germany, Moon logically weaves together a dynamic plot line that includes high profile figures (ie. Patton, Eisenhower, Churchill, Hitler) as well as significant, yet obscured individuals - Ian Fleming, Noble Drew Ali and Aleister Crowley, to name a few.

Be prepared to go non-stop with this page turner as you are drawn further down the proverbial rabbit hole right to the very end. If you liked the "Da Vinci Code," you'll love this book for sure!

Peter Moon's Spandau Mystery weaves together the story of Rudolph Hess - the Deputy Fuehrer of the Third Reich, whose life ended in Berlin's Spandau Prison after being sentenced at the first Nuremburg Trials in 1945/1946 - with a number of legends and myths related to the occult, the death of George S. Patton and the machinations of the so-called New World Order.

The book is the first acknowledged work of fiction by the author who, in the Forward, makes an aside that some might disagree with the statement and then goes on the frame the work as a more convenient way to tell a story that is hard to prove. If you are at all familiar with the output of Sky Books and its coterie of authors including Moon (a non de plume for Vince Barbarick, owner of Sky Books), Preston Nichols, Stewart Swedlow and Alexandra Bruce (all of which may be AKAs, for all I know), you quickly come to the conclusion that either the content is even less factual than is found in previous works or a there was a risk of litigation because a number of the individuals mentioned are either alive or have family members that are. It may also simply be the case that the very admission that it is fiction allowed the author to play `fast and loose' with facts.

That includes - and I place this here as forewarning - a holocaust denial, along with some rather virulent anti-semitic comments.

It also suffers from the usual spelling and syntax errors that are part and parcel of low overhead publishing. Factual problems exist also and while the author tries to write these off as poetic license, they still tend to ruin the flow. Mr. Moon: The US Seventh Army didn't fight the Germans in Africa...it was the US II Corps, commanded by Patton after the Battle of Kasserine Pass. Also it's Afrika Korps; not Afrika Corp. It was Hans Kammeler;l not Hans Kammler or Hanz Kammler.

And, there is quite a story here, or perhaps stories are a better term. Hess was arguably the second most powerful man in the Third Reich prior to May 1941 when he flew to the UK in an apparent effort to facilitate a cease-fire with Germany. Upon his arrival, he was imprisoned and kept that way until the end of the war. At that time, he was moved to Nuremburg for trial with the other major Nazi leaders after which he was committed to Spandau Prison for the rest of his life. From his capture until his trial both Germany and the UK claimed he was insane, albeit sane enough to try for war crimes and there were rumors there was a significant "peace party" in the UK that had encouraged his mission which collapsed when something went amiss with his aircraft and he fell into the hands of supporters of Churchill, who, it is implies, wanted to continue the war.

Nor did the rumors stop there. Questions have been raised as to how Hess died (suicide or murder) and whether the man tried at Nuremburg and kept in Spandau was Hess or a double. These issues drive to a series of why questions such as "Why would anyone agree to imprisonment for 50-odd years?" "Why did the Brits feel a double was needed?" "What really caused Hess to fly to the UK and what really happened thereafter?"

That's just the start of it, however, as the author weaves - using a stream-of-consciousness writing style while alternating chapters between the various characters - virtually every myth/legend/theory ever addressed by the Sky Books family of authors as well as many of those addressed by Farrell and Stevens over at Adventures Unlimited publishing. So complete and so expansive is this coverage that I was left wondering if Mr. Moon had set out to develop a unified conspiracy theory in much the same way Einstein sought a unified field theory for physics. (I finally decided this could not be the case as Einstein's theories are totally opposite the torsion dynamics theories that power - excuse the pun - all of these alternative approaches.) And in the end, these stories - and their eventual intersection - are played out on a stage where the backdrop is the occult influences along with all the usual Sky Books topics of time travel, mysticism, the Montauk Project, the assassination of General Patton; various and sundry Nazi science and occult projects; etc., etc., etc. By this point, the questions of what happened to Hess and why have been subordinated deeply to another theory entirely; one that proposes the Moors were the original people of the world and that their descendents - who include George Washington(!) - have had their legacy stolen by a British-led cabal that are responsible for - as I understood what was being written - most of the world's ills. By this time, Hess - seemingly the center-piece of the story at its onset - has been relegated to obscurity similar to that he experienced within the walls of Spandau Prison.

As more plot exposition serves no purpose, let me close by adding that a final saving grace is that - perhaps because it is written with so much less regard for truth and accuracy - there is none of the condescension that can mar these books. But, be prepared to be amused, angered and appalled by what you read.

I got a lot of useful information from this book. Though its supposed to be part fiction it's an eye opener for anybody looking to decode things.

I bought this rather overpriced book believing straight forward actual and factual info would be present and disseminated, I thought wrong, truths & half truths afforded amongst pure imagination and fiction, leaves much to be desired. A Peter Moon miss step following an excellent book "Montauk book of the Dead".

The story proceeds -- sometimes in leaps, occasionally sluggishly -- along two main (time)lines. (A:) We can follow an investigation of protagonist Gen. Hugh Wilson and his motley crew (Heidi, Ali Bey, Col. Mack, Preston Nichols), prompted by the alleged suicide of Rudolf Hess in 1987.
"Keep in mind that before [WWII] ended, he was the exclusive prisoner of the Brits for over four years. Hess suffered more psychiatric examinations than any man in the history of the world...The fact that he did not even remember [his mentor Karl] Haushofer at the Nuremberg Trials is evidence of him having been extensively brainwashed. There is various literature and rumours suggesting that the Hess who was incarcerated was not the real Hess. This is clever disinformation to obscure brainwashing and the violation of the Geneva Convention. Don't put anything past the Brits..." (p. 32, also ch. 33).
We won't. Still, we are recalcitrant to pooh-pooh the notion that a miserable doppelganger had been programmed to pretend for decades. Moreover, a decisive majority of law man suits and skirts in transnational/global organizations, then as now, couldn't care less about human rights violations, mass exterminations, legalized looting of countless nations, what have you.

However, Peter Moon (pen name), not unreasonably, notes that Hess's importance may lie in the fact that he "was in charge of the Auslands Organization...His title and role were never abolished so...it could be construed that he was the officer of senior rank over the Nazis in Antarctica [!] and anywhere else abroad" (p. 157). In another curious revelation, "NASA scientists, up to his very death, always wrote to him and kept him regularly informed of developments with the space program. He was always quick to respond and share his views on how people might survive better in space" (p. 159). Are we supposed to buy into this?

Along the inquiry, the spectre of General George Patton, particularly in conjunction w/ the 'hunt' for secret Nazi technology and funds, is invoked in the monologues by Gen. H. Wilson; while also bearing on the OSS precursor years to the CIA, alongside the survival of a military intel outfit loyal to the murdered war hero and what he had stood for. There seems to be a renewed interest in the life of this true patriot lately, as attested in books such as "Target: Patton" or an essay under the title 'Why the Zionists killed General George S. Patton.'

(B) The other chief thread in this quasi-occult fiction/time travel scenario follows A. Crowley's adventures through some of his magikal workings and association with people in-the-know, including W. Churchill, Tavistock asset and NWO literary predictive programmer H. G. Wells, Royal Navy Intelligence Division/MI-6 action man Ian Fleming, multiple agent George Viereck, et al. The rather uninteresting plot speeds up from chapters 14 through 19, but sort of fizzles out at about the two-thirds of the book.

Although the author preemptively warns: "...while specific details of the truth might be inaccurate or even plain wrong in various parts of this work, the consciousness shed upon various events and circumstances cannot be denied" (pp. 11-2), this admission by no means acquits P. Moon of promulgating untenable ramblings. Especially in the second half of the tome (from 23rd ch. onward), and with respect to several Theosophical memes like Atlantis, Vril force, Agartha vs. Shambhala, Ascended Masters, Tibet, etc., and how -- in the writer's fantasyland, at least -- they all square w/ the Nazis via Thule-Vril Gesellschaft member, geostrategist K. Haushofer and his protégé Rudolf Hess. Therefore have that proverbial detector ready, as exemplified by the following cases of etymology play and factual errors.

+ The family name Medici (of bankers, dukes, popes, queens) "is a direct phoneme for mau [Egyptian, he says] di chi [or qi in Chinese]. That is the chi or the life energy of the lion or cat" (p. 282). Doesn't the very name stem instead from the same root for 'medicine' -- sg. the author brings up, too? Or even if we persist upon the writer's absurd suggestion, shouldn't it rather be the other way around: i.e., 'the lion/cat of life energy' or the 'lion power' , whatever that may be, of occidental esotericism?
+ "Th[e] term [Ammon(-Ra)?] was originally represented by the term 'men' which means menses. The original word for woman was 'men' [in a phonetic sense only, we assume] and it changed after the cataclysm" (pp. 286-7). Ouch, this hurts! Which cataclysm: the Great Deluge (whatever it was triggered by), which is set by some precisely in the year 10,973 BCE, or another series of calamities apprx. 6-4 millenia BCE?
+ "The word lamh...evolved into lama [which] means 'teacher.' In the original indigenous language of Tibet [proto-Tibetan?]...lamh means 'cross'...[It] really refers to a whorling vortex and is symbolized by the swastika" (p. 320). Phew. Swastika is 'g.yung-drung' in written Tibetan, whose connotative field encompasses concepts like 'eternal, unchanging' in Bön religion, in much the same way as vajra/dorje (rdo-rje: literally "the lord of stones," that is 'diamond'; also 'thunderbolt') designates 'indestructability,' and is synonymous w/ 'enlightened mind/being' in Tantra-/Vajrayaana Buddhism. On the other hand, the Tibetan equivalent (lama) for 'guru' is, in reality, a compound of 'bla' (meanings: vital force, soul, high) and 'ma' (mother, low, bound morpheme occasionally functioning as female particle).
+ "All of this," he continues, "...goes hand-in-hand with what Tibetans call the Mon-lam Festival...In Chinese, mon [sic > men, (rising) tone 2; there's no 'mon' syllable in putonghua/Mandarin official dialect] means gate...[so] Mon-lam refers to the gateway through the whorling vortex of swastika" (ibid). Nothing could be further from the truth: sMon-lam (pronounced mönlam) is translated 'Path/Way of Prayer,' a kind of religious procession, that celebrates the Tibetan lunar New Year and was institutionalized by the Gelukpa founder Tsong-kha-pa and his generous patron, the 5th Sow Ferrian priest-king (Phag-mo gru-pa gong-ma) Drakpa Gyaltsen (Grags-pa rgyal-mtshan; reigned: 1385-1432) at the Lhasa area 600 years ago, in 1409.
+ "Aramaic [a Semitic tongue] which was, like Tibetan [Tibeto-Burman lang. family], also a Persian [Indo-Iranian] language" (p. 321). Oh, really?
+ To our dismay, the long debunked Dropa-hoax, which was pulled off by the Swiss Erich von Daniken in the 1970s, is being reboiled and gets linked up w/ unbelievable yet persistent rumours of the mysterious 'Man with green gloves' in the 1st half of 1930s Berlin being a Tibetan 'mage' and other absurdities (ch. 43, 45). In a nuthshell: Daniken and the likes claim that 12 thousand years ago (!) a humanoid-alien spaceship crashlanded in the Bayan Kara Ula mountain ridge (NorthEastern Tibet) and the survivors, having interbred w/ (paleolithic?) natives, transmogrified (in)to a dwarfish tribe over time. Let's get this straight: there is no ethnic group or local community of abnormally short stature known to science in the region; or that some of the names associated w/ an alleged research into the story have non-existent identity. In addition, what is pronounced 'dropa' can easily be a corrupt form of 'drokpa' ('brog-pa), a generic term for 'nomad' in Tibetan -- irrespectively where they may roam.
There is a strong case for the 'man w/ green gloves' hearsay having originated w/ the alleged rocket engineer and space age visionary Willy Ley, a German Jew who had moved to the U.S. sometime b/w 1933-35 and was later interviewed by the French authors Pauwels and Bergier for their book "The Morning of the Magicians" in 1960. From then on, his/their statements have been uncritically accepted and spread far and wide, thanks to publications such as Trevor Ravenscroft's "The Spear of Destiny" (1973), in one way or another, Jan van Helsing's "Secret Societies and their Power in the 20th Century" (1995), and an earlier book in P. Moon's Montauk series entitled "The Black Sun".
Maybe more than just tangentially related to all of the above is the idea that the the said "magician" was none other than Hitler's Jewish clairvoyant, the illusionist Hanussen (né Steinschneider) -- for more info, read Richard Spence's latest article, 'Behold the Green Dragon!'. We can but hope that misconceptions surrounding a purported Nazi-Tibetan connection -- aside from the well-documented case of a scientific expedition in 1938-9, led by Ernst Schaeffer under the aegis of Ahnenerbe (Ancestral Heritage [Research Society]) branch of SS -- is put to rest once and for all in the Zurich-based Anthropologist-Tibetanist Martin Brauen's "Dreamworld Tibet: Western Illusions" (2000), which has a whole chapter devoted to the topic in question.
+ "One of the most sacred traditions in the Chinese ruling class concerns the fact that the highest class is secretly Jewish. Chinese rulers are traditionally but secretly proud of their Jewish heritage and have kept true to their religion although it is a bit different than the Jewish religion we know today in the West" (p. 308). Such a 'disclosure' would surely send legions of Sinologists scratching their heads without end...but only after having dutifully handed back their diplomas.

Anyway, at the end of the day, as can be expected from Mr. Moon, all roads lead to Montauk.
P.S. Regretably enough, the author misses the opportunity to furnish the contact address of Chewey and Gibby, two merry rascals of the small people kind (kin to the mischievous wee folk?), in case someone from the readership needs their technical expertise in order to fix his/her mal-/dysfunctional time machine/portal collecting dust in the basement.