The Ghost of Jacob Marley:
"In life I was your partner, Jacob Marley… I wear the chain I forged in life. I made it link-by-link, and yard-by-yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it. Is its pattern strange to you?
My spirit never walked beyond our counting house -- mark me! -- In life my spirit never roved beyond the narrow limits of our money-changing hole; and weary journeys lie before me!
Business! Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were, all, my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!
You will be haunted, by Three Spirits.
I am the Ghost of Christmas Past:
Your reclamation, then. Take heed. Rise. And walk with me.
These are but shadows of the things that have been, They have no consciousness of us.
A small matter, to make these silly folks so full of gratitude.
What Idol has displaced you? A golden one.
I told you these were shadows of the things that have been, That they are what they are, do not blame me.
I am the Ghost of Christmas Present:
Look upon me. You have never seen the like of me before.
There are some upon this earth of yours, who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name, who are as strange to us and all out kith and kin, as if they had never lived. Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us.
I see a vacant seat, in the poor chimney-corner, and a crutch without an owner, carefully preserved. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die.
Man, if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die. It may be, that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man's child. Oh God. To hear the Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust.
A place where Miners live, who labour in the bowels of the earth, But they know me. See.
It might be a claw, for the flesh there is upon it. Look here. Oh, Man. look here. Look, look, down here. They are Man's. And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it. Slander those who tell it ye. Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse. And abide the end.
I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come.' said Scrooge. {Speech persona grata}
'You are about to show me shadows of the things that have not happened, but will happen in the time before us,' Scrooge pursued. 'Is that so, Spirit.'
'Ghost of the Future.' he exclaimed,' I fear you more than any spectre I have seen. But as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear you company, and do it with a thankful heart. Will you not speak to me.'
Spirit.' said Scrooge, shuddering from head to foot. 'I see, I see. The case of this unhappy man might be my own. My life tends that way, now. Merciful Heaven, what is this.'
'Let me see some tenderness connected with a death,' said Scrooge;' or that dark chamber, Spirit, which we left just now, will be for ever present to me.'
Spectre,' said Scrooge,' something informs me that our parting moment is at hand. I know it, but I know not how. Tell me what man that was whom we saw lying dead.'
Before I draw nearer to that stone to which you point,' said Scrooge, 'answer me one question. Are these the shadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of things that May be, only.'
Spirit.' he cried, tight clutching at its robe,' hear me. I am not the man I was. I will not be the man I must have been but for this intercourse. Why show me this, if I am past all hope.'
I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone.
The End of It:
I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. Oh Jacob Marley. Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this. I say it on my knees, old Jacob, on my knees.
hamilton.net.au
Jacob Marley is all investors, moral and immoral, whose investments are a discredit to humanity and the people of this world. Many believe that investments can be moral, if choice is entered into the decisions. Yet one person's values are but a deceit to another values. This is the nature of any valued system. Remove the value, and morality bleeds truth.
Ghost of Christmas Past is the history of events that have occurred. The past markets. You build a fundamental understanding of the present from the past. History that repeats itself, is a lesson unlearned. And a lesson unlearned is a mistake repeated. Jacob Marley built his fortune upon the mistakes of others. This is a market, and immoral as it seems, the answer is always clear to the few that study the past.
Ghost of Christmas Present is the now. It includes the derivatives markets and all those who enter into the markets and trade within the boundaries of risk. It is analogy to that of the derivatives markets. It says not to blame derivatives, but your selves. It suggests that the future, not of the derivative, but of the wealth needs to be changed. Or the infants of the futures are gone. The IMF is attempting this! They suggest selling off of gold reserve to fund the children of the future, less the children of the future be gone. The boy and girl, ignorance and want, are not the traders or investors of derivatives, but the ignorance and want of those that ignored the past. Ask yourself what the surplus is, and what it is for. For it be gold held in CB, and it is for the betterment of the population, not the betterment of the Central Banks. Gold is a crutch hanging on the wall of a fiscally irresponsible system. All gold should be removed from the monetary system, and thus used for societal needs. If not then the economical systems of the world will once again be doomed, by ignorance and want.
Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come is the death nail in the coffin of the gold system. Without distribution of all CB gold holding the system of the past, and present will erupt in the future. The game is unfolding, and the countries of this world have once again divided into distinct regions of dissimilar manifesto's. What the futures hold is 3 regions of instability, without a common fold. Only pure monetary policies can erect a unifying bridge as the future evolves into a one world government or Zollverein. Nafta, Euro-land, and Asian regions; are the new battlefields. Technology is the new power brokers.
Scrooge rebirth is the new Jacob Marley. The errors of Jacob will not be repeated by the likes of the new Scrooge. But how many are still living the live of the old, the incredulous, and the wasted. Marginal values placed upon systems without a background of new fundamentals means that the past is forgotten in the present, and that is deadly in the future. Make sure you know the valuations of the present, by looking deep into the past. The economics of the here and now, are not the fundamentals of the past. Beware the name on the head stone that the future ghosts points to. For it is GOLD.
Hutch
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