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House of Wilhelminers: 4-13-2023 post
Subscriber-friends,

I have a special post, today, for you.

In 2004, distinct of any other years (which were also along this story-line), I was stationed in Munich, Germany. My status was that of POW; but also State-recognized, special-agent.

I will give you the brief story-line, because someday I may allow a writer to go into more detail, in a future book or other media for public-spectating; and, for more commercial purpose.

Let’s start with the building. [See this link for historical information about the building’s inception and past: https://www.geni.com/people/Ratpot-house-of-Wilhelminers/6000000032252457697]

“About Ratpot from house of Wilhelminers”. Two houses flanked the street known as “Postweg”, in 2004, at the time that I was there both working and living. After you read the history of the founding family of those two houses, which really are more adequately described as “buildings”, you will be familiarized with the purpose of those buildings in history as they were controlled by the Bavarian elites of the time.

On one side of the road, mounted atop the building, is/was an iron peacock. I remember vividly (as I do much of my experience there in 2004) the peacock. It turned horizontally on its access, indicating the direction of the wind.

The winter was a cold one, without too much wind; but, a lot of gently-falling snow.

I got around on foot, with a simple bike, by subway, stayed in some hotels of Munich (a different story, maybe for another disclosure), had my mobile-phone, my satchel of important documents and supplies, my clothing, a local gym, and money for food. Yes, the building had a communal-kitchen (where I baked some delicious bread using stone-ground wheat) and contained various office-suites (of various businesses)… some of which were “front”-businesses (dual, or more, purpose).

In historical context, 9-11-2001 attacks on a grand scale against the homeland of U.S.A. had occurred in recent years prior. The ramping up of violations to personal and civil liberties against possible suspects or questionable individuals had ramped up, and this certainly propelled me to find refuge. Hence, the journey alone to Germany. My reasons for going, were multiple. Firstly, for attempt to earn a living somewhere where I thought I could more easily survive. Secondly, a place chosen and familiar to me (as my large family and I had communed there nearly every two years since I was an infant). Thirdly, I wanted to investigate, discover answers, and find facts concerning any link to the 9-11-01 attacks. More information was sought, as I had no trustworthy information here in the States. Understand, investigating (and police work to some capacity), run through my blood. You see, my maternal great, great, grandfather, served as a business-man and secret-police officer, in Munich, Germany, mostly during the 1800’s. He was also on various, important, trips, within Germany, while he was alive.   

This man, was a friend of museums, an advocate for culture, for historical preservation, for art-works, for historical artifacts, for documents, for a social order, for manufacture, and more. He was also the owner of a candle factory. That family line, of mine, traces maternally back to Belgium (among other). Today, Munich remains one of the globe’s premiere city-hosts of the “Munich Security Conference”, upon which many world leaders gather to discuss and to disclose the challenges and possible solutions surrounding global security.

Back to 2004, in order to understand my own life-situation, my place in the new/changed world put my enterprising skill to the first test. I took up residency at the “House of Wilhelminers”. The side-stories are much too complex to detail herein… and they offer prequel and sequel story; but, I went there at “a moment’s notice” and on my own dime. I said goodbye to my mother and dad, not knowing if I would ever return to my home country of the USA. While dropping my citizenship was an offering of Germany, later, I insisted on processing paperwork for dual-citizenship (adding Germany). That request was rejected, however, and so I kept my USA citizenship only. I stayed on “Postweg” Street, establishing my business named: ‘KSDE’. But, before I could/would move in there to my office-suite, I was required to follow the legitimate laws (which I learned along the way through inquiry), and made many personal visits to legal bureaus/offices. I had to receive permission from the US government, and the German government (both), which I did receive.

I did all of this on my own dime. Some letters of much needed financial assistance did arrive by mail, thanks to my concerned and confused parents. Could you blame them? What did they know? When did they know it?

Many of you recall, as I do, that 2004/2005 was circa Saddam Hussein’s Iraq being invaded by the USA. While there’s a prequel to that year’ s story, I considered the possibility that the USA wanted me to serve a very special purpose and function. And, that was to consult with those business-persons, speculators, and presumed security personnel, offering advise on how to speak with or to even negotiate with Iraq from a back-door source. But, why would that be needed if the Pentagon has direct ability you might wonder? Well, there are some questions still unanswered about that. Suffice it, to say that my stay there was legitimized by the USA – as evidenced by special seal and markings in my passport, added to it at the time by the authorities and bureaucrats in Germany. The time-period in which that was processed, had halted and delayed my enterprising pursuits, and my budget was so minimal. But, I did manage. There were times that I had to string up my clothes to dry, using dental floss. I had to also use certain facilities after hours. All, at great risk and with new perils to my safety. There were some “friendly contacts” as well as “unfriendly” ones; and, even hostile ones.

Without disclosing the intimate details, purposes, functions, and revelations, in too much detail, the mission was accomplished. And, when the US Feds came in… they shut the whole building down. You might assume that this was not what I wanted. You would be wrong. Over the course of time I led them right to the place. And, I presume that all the information relayed and shared before that point in time, by me, was what they wanted of me. None of the businesses that were there at the time exist anymore (that I’m aware of). All new businesses are there today at the House of Wilhelminers. As I see it, I cleaned up some future corruptions that were likely to have occurred there, in that City. I have evidence of one such attempt, stopped it, though… I cannot confirm whether any illegality actually committed, had ever actually been found or prosecuted against.

So, while there, I was a POW, but also a special-agent. Using my mobile phone, mail, and other means, I was supplying particular members of the German police with particular reconnaissance details. I am almost certain that they were watching those with suspicion as I was their mole. Mostly, regarding almost exclusively information about vehicles that were coming and going – of which there were many. Interestingly, I also discovered in the basement, a stock-pile of electronics stacked high and wide. This was a cache. The supply hugely outweighed the space and need of the entire collection of suites in the building.

Another thing that I accomplished, was to expose the network of telephone lines in a circuit that was either a dummy-box, or never meant to be fixed. With my effort, we disrupted the lines more, making many of them unusable (though they evidently already largely were). You see, the lessor of suite-space wanted some of the office-suites to have working-order phone line, while particular ones (mine included) were to be not functional. This was an imprisonment (catch) that was not disclosed to the POWs. My multiple efforts to get the phone company to assist, finally yielded result – who by admission from the tech. revealed to me that, “all of the lines had not been repaired (with intent) for many years and that people have been in my situation before”. With special skill, concealment, key, and proper timing, we found the circuit-box in the basement during hour when no one else was in offices. Were it not for my mobile phone, this would have been a futile effort. I think of this phone-line box (which was covered with a panel measuring about 3 feet wide by 4 feet tall). I think of that panel, much surrounded by the same level of secrecy as the famous/infamous ‘GTE’ phone-room, in the USA, where many circuits converge and serve(d) as a “gate”.

So, in summation, I attended some meetings there at that building – yielding inconclusive information regarding foreign wars, learned nothing of value regarding 9-11-2001, was stationed as a POW, served as an informant to local police for goings on that were suspect – sending some of the occupants to flee, later fleeing (myself) when two of the occupants attempted to harm me as they learned of my request that the police come in, having left a deliberate trail for the US Feds (prompting them to shut the place down and to release me). Note, that one of the suite occupants, with his deputy, may have been serving as a prison-guard. But, they both also engaged in stock and finance consulting. Were their financial dealings illegal? There is no way for me to know nor to verify. I could not determine the answer to that question simply based on their occasional client visitors. As for other suites, there was no indication of illegality; rather, a degree of mutual consulting, some general discussion of foreign policy, and each his/her respective dual roles as state-agent and legitimate service provider.

As for me, the monetary value of my business was apparently attempted to be compensated by the “prison-guard”; however, due to his failure to disclose details about it, my suspicion, and due to my own concern and determination that it would be deemed illicitly attained, I rejected adding my signature to the proposal. The man (and others) was so sparse on details, that much did not make much sense to me and I rejected the offer. Also, I did not want to risk the possibility of him draining the bank-account, as his name was on the paperwork (as a would-be joint-account-owner). It was a large sum. I believe that it was only a few days thereafter, that the Feds came in and some of the persons dispersed. I watched one of the US agents, from outside, through the ground-level window. My suite was located on floor-two, facing the building-front and the street (upper, right-corner window, when viewed from outside).

So, what was my personal, business, endeavor there you might ask? Well, in addition to meetings outside of the building and the office, my gratis-performed work was to secure communications’ streams, first by detecting surveillance in communications such as phone lines. I had a way to do it, and believed that I could/would find clients. I believed that I would be paid well enough by anyone who found me there from outside or inside. As it would turn out, the priority of investigating those persons became more prevalent and forefront to my tasks. As for the lessors initially giving green-light to my lawful stay there, the permission was given to them; because, they were prompted by the German authorities to clear it. I suppose, that they were looking for information from me that they could use. And/or it was an approved front, in order to collect “rent” from me while the US and Germany were keeping me there as a POW. Hence, the “prison-guards” is how I refer to them. All eyes and ears were on me, but mine were on them as well. That’s the best information that I can give to you.   

Some of the experiences there, were quite personal. Not only brushes with death, but tests of my fortitude. As I said, some of my smaller missions while there were well understood, and I accomplished those… which must have been quite pleasing to both US and German authorities. There were times outside the building, where I was believed to be pursued by hit-men. There was enough evidence to suggest. Equally, there were supporters. Additionally, I recall the New Years’ Eve celebration of mine in which I popped a sparkling wine cork, out of the upstairs window. Upon kissing the frosted pain of glass, on ground-floor, from the inside… I would discover that someone else had come, seen it, and drawn a heart around my lips-impression, from the condensed, outside surface, of the panel of glass.

There’s more to tell. However, with this “teaser” the most important generality is shared with you. 2002 was a prequel to this story, in my life-story. But, this 2004 story is perhaps the more interesting one.

Love back to you.

This is also copyrighted information. This story may potentially be developed for a media (ie. book, screenplay); but, only with expressed, written, permission, asked of the author (film-shorts.tv), only with agreed upon terms; and, must intention must be presented to me in a written-proposal, and, mailed to the author before such deal is agreed.