What follows is a list of data that was gathered as part of my research for this novel – information that should give any thinking person pause and sponsor further inquiry and, hopefully, a long-overdue public discourse on the possibility of the man-made origins of HIV, be it from accidental vaccine contamination due to preparation of the original vaccines in diseased chimps, or a more damaging hypothesis involving deliberate contamination.
1)
HIV occurs in several strains – M, N, and O. M is the most common, and is further divided into eight subtypes. Of these eight, subtype B is the most common subtype in North American and European cases, whereas subtypes A, D, and C are found in Africa and Asia.
2)
The subtypes found in Africa are different from the one found in North America. This should raise an obvious question: How could the view that HIV originated in Africa and was brought to America withstand any serious inquiry, when they are completely different subtypes? Would it not be logical that if they were from the same place, they would be the same subtype? If not, why not?
3)
AIDS in the U.S. still disproportionately affects gay men and IV drug users. Yet it remains primarily a heterosexual disease in Africa.
4)
According to Max Essex, a leading AIDS researcher, HIV subtype B, the predominant strain in the U.S., has a particular affinity for rectal tissue. Subtypes A, D, and C have an affinity for vaginal tissue. See:
http://www.avert.org/hiv-types.htm
5)
This affinity for different tissue types likely accounts for why AIDS, after thirty years in the U.S., is still not a primarily heterosexually transmitted disease, while in Africa it is.
6)
The ability to target specific cell/tissue types has long been a feature of biological weapons research. See:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ethnic_bioweapon
7)
The AIDS epidemic did not originate in Africa, but was first recognized in 1981 in the U.S. The first few cases of AIDS appeared in Manhattan and were reported to the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta in 1979. The African AIDS epidemic hadn’t begun until 1982
at the earliest
, according to HIV discoverer Luc Montagnier in his book,
Virus
.
A few health professionals have linked the hepatitis B vaccine trials, conducted at the New York Blood Center beginning in the fall of 1978, with the outbreak of AIDS in that city. The experiment used young, healthy, gay and bisexual men in the experiment. For details on these experiments, Google “gay vaccine experiments and the origin of AIDS.”
When blood donated by gay men at the New York Blood Center was retrospectively tested for HIV in the mid-1980s, HIV was not present in any of the specimens from 1977 or earlier. HIV was found in 6% of blood samples taken in 1978. By 1979, 30% of blood samples from trial participants tested positive for HIV – an unprecedented infection rate, especially at a time in which the epidemic was unrecognized and at a time when AIDS was unknown in Africa.
8)
KSHV (Kaposi’s sarcoma-associated Herpesvirus), a close relative to a simian virus that causes cancer in apes (Herpesvirus saimiri), has been identified as the cause of Kaposi’s sarcoma in North American AIDS victims. This cancer-causing human virus also spontaneously appeared in 1978 in the New York gay community when HIV did. So not one, but
two
simian viruses “jumped species” at the same time, apparently affecting only homosexual men in New York, followed closely by their brethren in L.A., S.F., Chicago, etc.
http://rense.com/general45/cant.htm
9)
The New York Blood Center created a chimp virus lab in West Africa in 1974. This lab, VILAB II, was established in Liberia to develop the hepatitis B vaccine in simians. In 1978, this vaccine was injected into gay men at the NY Blood Center in the hepatitis B vaccine trials.
10)
Studies conducted during the 1980s and 1990s, analyzing adults infected by HIV, demonstrated responses between 33% and 56% to recombinant vaccines like the hepatitis B vaccine. The hepatitis B trial saw 96+% demonstrated response, leading me to conclude that HIV could not have been present in the cohort group prior to inoculation.
http://www.jped.com.br/conteudo/06-82-S55/ing_print.htm
11)
Here is an excellent summary of the various theories for the origin of the AIDS epidemic in the U.S. and Africa. Of particular note are the unanswered questions in the “official” theory – #1 of the six postulated. I find #5 to be the most plausible, although it is, by definition, unpopular with the scientists who make up the power elite in the U.S. for obvious reasons. #6 also warrants further exploration, given the host of inconsistencies in the official AIDS explanation.
http://www.kckcc.edu/ejournal/archives/october2010/article/TheMysteriousOriginofHumanImmunodeficiencyVirus.aspx
12)
The U.S. military conducted thousands of radiation experiments on U.S. citizens for a period of over 60 years, without informed consent. This was kept classified until it was revealed in 1993. See:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Plutonium-Files-Experiments-ebook/dp/B0046A9JC0
and
http://www.counterpunch.org/2013/04/12/inhuman-radiation-experiments/#_ednref1
13)
The Tuskegee syphilis trial is well-documented historical fact. For more information, see:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuskegee_syphilis_experiment
14)
Likewise, the Guatemalan venereal disease experimentation is documented fact. Particularly troubling is that this experimentation took place at the same time the Nuremburg trials were in process for Nazi doctors doing experimentation without informed consent. See:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Syphilis_experiments_in_Guatemala
Skepticism is always the first line of defense against deception in its many forms. I encourage everyone to do their own research using these links as a starting point, and discover the hard facts rather than blindly accepting the spin that has been created to advance a palatable worldview.
Excerpt from
Ramsey’s Gold
†
Russell Blake
Copyright © 2015 by Russell Blake. All rights reserved.
Chapter One
Southwest of Cajamarca, Peru, A.D. 1532
Lightning flashed through the anthracite clouds that roiled over the jungle canopy as an explosion of thunder shook the earth. A long line of llamas, their matted fur drenched from the constant downpour, shambled along a trail deep in the rainforest. The animals staggered under heavy loads strapped to their backs, hooves slipping in the mud and pulling free with a sucking sound.
Thousands of the unfortunate beasts had been conscripted into duty on the far side of the Andes Mountains, their drovers trudging beside them to see to it that none wandered off with precious cargo. Inkarri, the head of the expedition, had made it clear that this was a sacred mission, with the destiny and survival of the Inca Empire at stake.
Only two months earlier the Spanish conquistadors had betrayed Atahualpa, the Inca emperor, whom they’d captured through trickery. After hundreds of loads of ransom had been delivered to the Spanish leader in the Inca city of Cajamarca, the conquistadores had broken their promise and executed Atahualpa. Word had spread through the Inca world of the treachery, and an edict had gone out: the prosperous Inca nation’s treasure was to be safeguarded, far away from the invaders.
Inkarri had traveled for many weeks, first crossing the Andes and then tackling the western jungle’s swollen rivers. He’d braved impossible terrain to put as many natural barriers between his people and the invaders as possible. Now, hundreds of miles from home, the procession was running short of resources. Many of the animals had perished along the way, and every surviving beast now bore an insupportable burden.
Inkarri knew his trek couldn’t continue. The latest attack on his group by the hostile Amazon natives had taken its toll – hundreds of his men had died repelling the assaults. He slowed at the head of the column and cocked his head, his bronze features haggard from the trip’s demands, and listened intently.
From the thick underbrush ahead came Lomu, his second in command, who’d been scouting with an advance party for possible new routes. Inkarri held his hand over his head to signal a stop.
Lomu wiped rain from his face before leaning in close. “I found a promising site an hour away. It has streams – tributaries to the big river that winds through the area, so there will be plentiful fish,” he said in a quiet voice. “And I saw an auspicious omen. A jaguar, standing in the center of a small clearing. It’s what we’ve been waiting for. As clear as the gods could make it.”
Inkarri looked to the sky. “An hour, you say? Very well. We have another few left before it gets dark. How difficult does it look to defend?”
“If attacked we would have the high ground. And there’s a narrow river that runs along the northernmost section, which will serve as a natural barrier.”
Inkarri nodded. “Pass the word down the line. We’re headed to our new home.”
Lomu rushed to share the news with the men. They were close to their journey’s end, and the beginning of a new, secret life in an inhospitable wilderness. Their mission was clear – to establish a new city away from the Spanish where the wealth of the nation would be safe, a cradle for the fresh start of the civilization. When they had done so, Inkarri would return to the empire with news, leaving a trail of false clues and deceptive directions to confound any would-be pursuers. He’d seen the avarice of the conquistadores, and witnessed their duplicity, and knew their lust for gold and emeralds would never die – that he and his kind would never be safe.
It would take months to create a habitable enclave, but when he’d done so, he would set up small camps along the trail to help new arrivals find the city. Once he was back among his people, he would recruit women and more able-bodied men to colonize the area and build a new capital.
Inkarri watched Lomu disappear down the column of tired llamas, communicating the tidings to men who had been through an ordeal unlike any in their people’s history. The jungles east of the mountains had been the limit of the Inca world, and it was only a compulsion to survive that had driven Inkarri’s group into its reaches.
At last they arrived at the site. The sun broke through the clouds – the first pause in the rain in three days. Inkarri eyed the trees, taking the measure of the area. After several moments of silence, he moved to the center of the clearing and stood, his arms spread, the sun’s dimming rays warming him as he offered a quiet prayer of gratitude for bringing them safely to this spot. When he faced his warrior brethren, gathered in a large ring around him, he beamed confidence and conviction.
“Our quest is over. Remove the treasure from the animals and let them rest. Organize patrols to ensure our safety this night, for tomorrow we begin building a new future in this place.” Inkarri paused, taking in the men’s expressions. “Oh, Inti, god of sun and light, and Apocatequil, god of thunder, thank you for leading us to this blessed spot. We shall honor you with a city the likes of which has never been seen. It shall be called Paititi, after the jaguar father you sent as a sign. Its riches shall be legendary – the stuff of which dreams are made.”
Lomu gazed at the hundreds of bags the men were placing on the wet ground, brimming with gold and jewels, and his eyes came to rest on the pride of the Incas: a massive chain crafted from thousands of pounds of gold, its gemstone-crusted serpentine links glowing orange in the waning light, so heavy that it had taken a hundred men to carry it. Even with all the other riches in the clearing, it was breathtaking to behold, and Lomu felt justifiable satisfaction in spiriting it away to safety.
The road ahead would be hard. But they would do it, and survive as a people until the Spanish were driven from the shores. Temples would be built, babies would be born, trade routes established, the empire would flourish, and their deeds would be spoken of in hushed tones of awe and respect.
They would achieve the impossible and be remembered in their culture until the end of time. Stories would be told around fires, and the name of their city would be known far and wide as the crowning jewel in the Inca crown – the great promise of its future, the legendary new center of the noble and ancient civilization’s universe: Paititi, the City of Gold.
Chapter Two
Patricia hurried from her flower shop to the car. Night had fallen hours ago and traffic had dwindled to nothing, leaving the downtown deserted. She normally didn’t stay at the store after dark, but it was the end of the month and there were accounts to be balanced. Times were hard now, and she’d been handling the bookkeeping herself. She considered herself lucky that she still had a business.
Her sensible heels clicked on the sidewalk, her breath steaming in the frigid night air, and then she heard the sound again – something or someone was gaining on her. She struggled to stay calm as she reached into her purse for the can of pepper spray she’d hidden there years ago, praying that it still worked.
Patricia’s hand fumbled in the bag, a knock-off Coach she’d gotten on a Mexican cruise in better days, and her trembling fingers felt the distinctive cylinder. She tried to remember the effective range, but all she could think of was that she should run. Run as fast as her feet would carry her, run to safety, to her waiting car.