Catherine Austin Fitts – Globalists Plan to Seize Assets Through Invisible Weapons Systems

Catherine Austin Fitts and Maria Zeee

Catherine Austin-Fitts joins Maria Zeee to expose the globalist tactics to seize your land and assets through invisible weapons systems as we recently saw through Maui, detailing the tactics they will use as they move towards their ultimate goal of the New World Order.

More importantly, Catherine drops some absolute gems of truth bombs that are remarkable in their overarching applicability. Truly strategic rather than tactical. Then she delivers some eminently practical steps we can each take to be the change we wish to see.


14 minutes in she makes the comment about Maui, “Before, during and after, there was an operation. So there is zero chance this is anything other than an intentional, I’ll call it, redevelopment… …This is an act of war.” then goes on the explain the data that leads her to that conclusion.


19:28 “The machinery that is being used to control us is being built by us, we are building and financing the machinery that is doing this… …we’ve been making a nice living building the machinery… …The little secret here is that new solutions are possible if you stop building and supporting the machinery… …We need to stop.”

21:27 “I call it coming clean. So in 1998 I was writing a cheque on a J. P. Morgan Chase private wealth account and my hand froze and I said ‘Why am I banking at the bank, why am I putting my money in financing the bank that is probably going to destroy me and everything else.’ I said, ‘I need to come clean.’ And I started… …to process… …getting all the guys that were doing this out of my life. And it took me two years to get myself and my companies pretty well shifted. The coming clean process is never over because we are so intertwined that you can’t be a professional without this… …and it literally contributed vastly to saving my life because I insisted on trying to build my life around people of integrity or companies of integrity or attracting people of integrity and you got all of the bad guys or a lot of the bad guys out of your life and they’re the ones who steal your life and they’re the ones who steal your money.”

“It’s shocking to me how many people aroung the globe will allow, I mean you wouldn’t let a serial killer into your bedroom, why do you let serial criminals into your money?”


Re Central Bank Digital Currencies, “Essentially what they are moving to do is use digital payment systems to assert total control of transactions and then use that to institute whatever policies they want… …without transaction freedom at an individual or state level, so in a state in the United States if the Bank and the State government and the municipalities and the citizens don’t have liquidity to transact with each other without it being controlled from Washington or Wall Street… …you know you’ve got total control.

“Part of this is that they need to kill cash to do this. There are CBDCs but there’s also payment systems… …What digital technology gives them the ability to do… …is set rules at any kind of jurisdiction level (so it could globally, it could be locally where you set the rules, it could be international it could be the BIS) to set the rules on when and how and where you can use your money. So if I don’t want you to be able to transact beyong 5 kilometers or miles from your homes, you can’t, your money won’t work. So if you’re in a 15 minute city your money will work inside but it won’t work anywhere else… …So they can set very granular rules about… or they can just take your money or freeze it. You know, total (control)… …whatever sanctions they’re doing to Russians or foreigners, domestic terrorists… …so if they don’t want you buying a toothbrush, you can’t buy a toothbrush. We’re talking about a slavery system. It’s not a currency, it’s a control system.”


“The currency of the future will be relationships.”


37:00 “So the questions is, ‘Why would 190 plus (world) leaders go along with something which is horrible for them and their country and their economy?’ Well they would go it because they have a gun at their head. And there are many different guns they can point at their head. So it could be that they have a control file and that’s a gun that’s pointed at their head. They can be promised kickbacks, lots of wonderful benefits and maybe they’re ready to play ball because it’s wonderful for them and their family. They could be doing it because they’ve been threatened with weather warfare or these other invisible weapons.


Re the competition between the London based global financial system and BRICS, both of which are asserting tight central controls to control their citizens, “The debate is not about central controls… …it’s about who’s going to be middle management and there seems to be some real debate about, ‘Are the BRICS going to be under London’s thumb and New York’s thumb or are they going to be their own middle management and so it’s a very consequential economic competition but the coverage of the economic competition is very misleading because a lot of people are looking for hope to come from the BRICS countries and I see no hope coming from the BRICS countries. I see them wanting to be the middle managers in a control system. I assure you that the day should come when they’re the controllers of the G7, we’re all cooked. If you think we’re all cooked now, wait till you see we’re toast when the Chinese are in control.”


They are not arguing for freedom. If you want to have freedom


Catherine observed in large corporations that the internicine warfare between VPs in a company was worse than the competition between the company and its competitors. Such is the case on the international scene at present where national leaders like Putin, Biden and Xi are as VPs on the global stage, fighting for middle management positions underneath what Catherine calls ‘Mr Global’.

Every sovereign leader is in a debt trap and a trade trap. They have to go along with Mr Global. How do they say no to Mr Global?

“A lot of brave politicians who stood up to the machinery they’ve gotten killed or destroyed and to be blunt, their general population in many cases did not support them to the extent that was needed to overcome.”

“That’s why I say you have to stop building the machine, stop financing the machine, stop helping the machine and start to get with people you can trust to build real resiliency.

“Right now the general population is supporting net, net, net with what they finance, what they buy, what they honour, what they watch, what they ingest in terms of entertainment and propaganda, the general population is supporting the bad guys.”

“The general population have to decide…”


“I am an optimist. I thing the global control model will fail, it is so out of alignment with life. My challenge is that if you look at what is going on right now, unless we have a remarkable shift by the general population, the’re going to be able to kill a tremendous number of people before they fail.”


(Tom: This matches my own conclusion when, after each descent down the rabbit hole, I found myself scratching the bottom of the barrel, splinters under my nails, realising there is no way I can survive on my own or with a small or even large group. The only guarantee of survival is if we bring enough of the general population up to a level where they can elect and support sane leaders.)

An American Christmas Carol

An American Christmas Carol

by Lee Steinhauer, Townhall

It was Christmas Eve, and Uncle Sam was in a humbug mood and feeling altogether like a Scrooge.

Day and night, he heard complaints about how the food and home prices were too high and “The People” were barely scraping by.

“Go ask the free market!” he responded with a harrumph.

Besides, he had nothing to spare, what with all those expensive foreign wars draining his coffers and the multitudes clamoring at his borders.

And for those too lazy to pull themselves up by their bootstraps, well, if they were going to expire, best hurry up and do it, and decrease the surplus population for the sake of the environment.

But that night, something peculiar happened, something terrifying and wonderful at the same time.

At first, he thought himself dreaming or that perhaps he had accidentally imbibed an unknown mixture while in San Francisco.

For before him was the ghostly presence of his long-dead partner, Washington.

Not mind you, that place that haunted him daily, but the hallowed personage from whom it derived its name and which it had done so much lately to sully.

It was the great General himself, a white wig and all, standing, or rather floating, now at his bedside.

“George, is that really you?” Sam replied, scarcely trusting his eyes, and then seeing his old friend was burdened by a ponderous iron chain that seemed to go on for miles, added, “And what the Dickens are you carrying?”

“Your debt,” the Founding Father answered coldly.

“My debt?” said Sam, thinking he had large enough ones already; the last thing he needed was another.

“Each link,” continued Washington, “forged from the obligations owed to those Patriots who built our country.”

“Why are you here?” asked Sam.

“To warn you,” said Washington. “Tonight, you will be visited by three ghosts. Take heed of them, or these debts shall never be satisfied. Expect the first at the chime of the clock,” and with that, Washington departed.

As promised (for Washington never lied), the clock chimed, and the first ghost arrived.

The spirit was familiar to Sam again, and he knew him right away— “Jefferson!”

“I am the Ghost of America’s Past,” said the Pen of the Revolution, holding his famous quill, “Come, there is precious time to waste.”

Suddenly, as if by Christmas magic, they were transported to another time and place.

Sam found himself standing alongside the Father of Independence just as his famous Declaration was being signed, with many past friends there too, as if all were still alive.

“Adams! Franklin!” Sam exclaimed, but they could not hear him.

“These are shadows of what was,” explained the ghostly Sage of Monticello, “they cannot see or hear us any more than we may affect them.”

As he watched, Sam felt again the promise of the miraculous new nation being born, fashioned by an unlikely rebel band of farmers and shopkeepers.

Then, however, the scene faded and, in a blink, came a rapid succession of others.

Sam saw the infant nation grow quickly as The People forged bravely ahead with their Manifest Destiny and spread across the vast continent, pioneers taming a vast wilderness.

And there was a younger, more vigorous Sam pitching in!

Towns and communities bursting with civic pride soon sprouted all over the country with good homes filled with strong, vibrant American families flying Old Glory proudly.

How refreshing, thought Sam, to see such patriotism again.

From humble beginnings, the nation grew to become the envy of the world, with modernity and prosperity Made in America.

A gleam of pride twinkled in Sam’s eye, of the kind he had not known for some time.

“We built something truly wonderful,” he remarked to Jefferson, adding, as if to himself, “where did it go?”

Sam then glimpsed an older version of himself and a fatter one, not of his current girth certainly, but well along the path.

Many recognizable Men of Business were with him, and they toasted Sam while stuffing fistfuls of money into his pockets and then placed papers before him, which he eagerly signed.

“Cheap labor,” said one, handing Sam a Bill as he stuffed dollars into his overflowing pockets.

“Free trade,” whispered yet another, doing the same.

“The Business of America is Business!” Sam heard himself proclaim to raucous cheers from the congregated Chamber of Commerce.

Jefferson shook his head and responded, “What of The People? Are they not our Business, too?”

Before Sam could respond, he awoke with a startle and, thinking momentarily that perhaps the nightmare was over, when the clock chimed again, and the second ghost entered.

This spirit was jolly and full, with a broad chest and a hardy constitution, and in his hand was a big wooden stick.

Like the last, Sam recognized him instantly, “Teddy!”

“Bully!” boomed the reply, “I am the Ghost of America’s Present,” and flashing a toothy Rooseveltian grin— “We must be off!”

This time, Sam was transported to a part of the country that, at first, he did not recognize, for it was a forlorn and destitute place forgotten by many.

“Where are we?” asked Sam.

“Surely, you know it?” said Teddy, “Look closely!”

As Sam gazed at the crumbling streets and derelict buildings, the abandoned steel mill standing like a grim memorial, and through the despair hanging in the air, he suddenly remembered.

It was one of those proud American towns Jefferson had shown him earlier.

“What happened here?”

“Don’t you know?” said Teddy. “You signed the laws, after all.”

A pit welled up in Sam’s stomach.

“Come see what has become of this place and its people,” said Teddy.

After traveling through rows of once happy homes now marked for foreclosure, they came upon one flying an American flag in the yard and Christmas cheer displayed upon the windowsill.

“Who lives here?” asked Sam.

“Let’s go see,” said Teddy.

When they entered, they found a family of four sitting around a small table preparing to eat Christmas dinner: a father, a mother, a young boy, and a teenage girl.

The house was threadbare, with most of its belongings appearing cheaply made by foreign hands—including the Christmas tree and the few presents beneath.

Sam noticed a picture hanging on the wall of the father adorned in military uniform.

“He served us,” said Sam.

“Honorably, like his father and his before him,” said Teddy.

Sam suddenly felt the weight of Washington’s chains heavily upon his back.

“And now?”

“Laid off,” said Teddy. “When the plant where he toiled for years was looted by Private Equity and sold off for parts, leaving him with nary a shred of dignity and grim prospects.”

On the counter, Sam saw a stack of overdue bills.

The mother, wearing a work uniform emblazoned with the logo of an eponymous big box store, parceled the family’s meager meal onto her children’s plates, including a rather unappetizing ham that looked like it was concocted in a lab.

“She is wearing her work clothes,” noted Sam.

“She has to work tonight,” said Teddy, “her second job of the day.”

“But it’s Christmas!” exclaimed Sam.

“So,” said Teddy, “corporate profits must be made! And if she will not, then she will lose her situation to another. After all, no shortage of cheap labor for those paltry wages, thanks to you!”

Sam frowned deeply.

The father stood then, bowed his head, and led the family in prayer, and Sam joined in as well.

“And God bless America!” finished his son cheerfully, and his father beamed with pride.

But suddenly, the boy, who appeared quite sickly, was overtaken by a coughing fit, and his mother rushed to his side.

“Is he ok?” asked Sam.

Teddy shook his head. “Afflicted by an awful illness caused by corporate malfeasance.”

“The doctors are treating him, though?” asked Sam hopefully.

“The family cannot afford the care he desperately needs, and the company that caused his malady got off Scot free, thanks to your laws,” said Teddy.

“That is not right,” whispered Sam.

“What do you care!” boomed Teddy. “If the boy is to expire, best hurry and do it, along with the rest of this poor American family,” and parroting Sam’s words back at him, “and decrease the surplus population.”

“This is not what I want!” Sam replied angrily.

“Yet it is what you have wrought,” Teddy responded.

Abruptly, the scene faded from view, and the spirit, too.

Sam found himself in a dark, dreary expanse, with a tall, gangly figure standing grimly beside him, with a distinctive black top hat, and dressed all in black like an undertaker.

“The Ghost of America Yet to Come, I surmise,” said Sam to The Great Emancipator.

The ghost said nothing but simply pointed a long, thin finger towards the darkness ahead.

They came to a graveyard, in the middle of which stood a single tombstone.

“Who lies there?” asked Sam, afraid of the answer.

The figure only pointed again.

The United States of America, the grave read.

Sam shrieked in horror.

“It cannot be! It must not! Please, I’ll fix it! I promise!” Sam swore in the darkness. “Grant me the chance to alter this course—I beg you!”

Sam awoke to find that it was Christmas morning and, rushing to look outside, saw his nation still alive.

He rejoiced, for Fate had not yet been sealed.

“There is still time yet,” he thought, “to set America right.”

The Health Care System Is An Hoax

Health Care System A Hoax

The COVID hoax has made many of us look closer at the whole healthcare system and the entire concept of the biomedical model of health. What we have been overwhelmingly finding, to put it in a nutshell, is that we have been putting our faith in a system that has shown that it puts wealth over health.

We are merely customers, not patients, and the best customers are those who have a subscription to their products. It is therefore refreshing and much appreciated when we see doctors who have taken their oaths seriously and are dissenting voices against the corrupt system, Dr. Paul Marik, who is the second most published critical care physician in the world, is one such doctor and says “The medical system will kill you.” and has exposed the ‘Biggest Hoax’ in medicine outside of COVID.