From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Tuesday, April 4, 2006 1:49 AM PT
To: David Gaffen – Dow Jones
Cc: rest; Mossad; Edward Jay Epstein - Author of The Diamond Invention;;;;;;;;;;;;;; lhimmel@kfmb.c;;;;;;;;;;;;;; '';;;; Tefo; Oprah;; Conrad Wolff;; Ms Phumzile Mlambo-Ngcuka - South Africa’s Deputy President; Eric Van Den Berg Esq. - Bell, Dewar & Hall; Enid Enga Pigors - Office of the Chairman & CEO of Coca Cola; Newell Starks - Chairman of the Board - Sterling Holding Company - A Citicorp Venture Corporation fronting corporation; Guy Friedman; FBI; United States Justice Department;




After reading Dr. John K. Pollards’, “7 Reasons not to mess with children” feel free to open the attached non-tamper proof pdf file containing all our “back and forth” as well as the html file of my recent “prop” communiqué to Adam Tucker my one American programmer who I am hopeful will be able to upload both files on to the pdf directory before he goes in for a transfusion later this morning.


Unlike the html file the pdf file does not allow you to click on to my hyperlinks that have a lot to do with the very SIGNIFICANT footprint I have on the Internet.


While all I mentioned in our stoic “back and forth” was my very “special” high ranking relationship with the DAAC I purposefully left out both my “findings” as well as the history that led to me working back in 1980 for Codiam Inc. soon after the price of gold hit an all time high on January 21st of $850 a troy ounce, 24 times what it was trading at back on August 15th 1971 when America and hence the world, since we had the biggest guns, went officially off the Gold Standard and the DAAC were almost “home free” in being in “command and control” of the world’s monetary system, constantly hedging their bets but knowing it was inevitable that THE DIAMOND INVENTION would be exposed for the extraordinary fraud that it is.


Codiam Inc. is a SIGNIFICANT money laundering fronting organization for the DAAC headquartered on 47th Street in New York City, its principals having no reason to hide anything from me given again the very SIGNIFICANT level of trust bestowed upon me based exclusively on my over the top impressive “introductions” that didn’t just come about because my father’s first cousin, David Gevisser was doodling one day and thought to himself:


Let me be a nice guy and help out Gary S. Gevisser, A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There”.


You would also know by now that while only just turning 49 years of age, feeling better and younger with each passing moment I have in fact been mostly retired over the past decade and a half for the simple reason I was made to appreciate from a young age money does not buy happiness, my Royal Mater making certain I learned my lessons by having me focus when not downloading her knowledge at a rather rapid pace given how she had me convinced that she was going to die at any moment, that no matter what I would never inherit more than my good name.


Every so often when “duty called” I would get involved in the “real world” but without exception only choosing to work with the top “movers and shakers” in their respective fields or those on the “cutting edge” of technology and of course you may not have heard of Mr. Jeffrey R. Krinsk of Finkelstein & Krinsk who chews on wire and spits out nails but you have surely heard of Mr. Randolf Hearst the last surviving son of the original Hearst and buddy of Kennedy and Hoover?


Neither this former and now deceased Chairman of Hearst Corporation nor Mr. JRK until very late in our relationship knew anything about my involvement with the DAAC and even then Mr. JRK who is a well above average businessman and very possibly the most skilled Shareholder Class Action Litigator walking the planet was only told just enough that if he were to have got too upset with me he wouldn’t quite know how to begin sowing seeds of discontent with the mafia of mafia given how extraordinarily careful I had been in making certain my uncle DG, the “male heir” of the filthy rich Charles Engelhard, the American head of the DAAC, thought of me no different to what he had been led to believe about my father who he assumed was both “lazy” and “naive” despite all the evidence to the contrary.


BTW I only found out this past Saterday that my amazing father, Bernie Gevisser who finally retired at age 80 had actually left a birthday greeting message on my cell phone a week prior when I officially celebrated not just my birthday but the “unveiling” of my beautiful wife’s portrait that totally overshadows my poor, poor, so soft dog, Pypeetoe.


Sad that my uncle DG wouldn’t buy fully in to my incredibly hard to believe “pleas” of being “naive” but for him to have “fired a shot across my bow” in a last ditch effort to make certain I got the message to not mess with the DAAC using my RM as his “weapon of choice” was simply unforgivable, to say the least, given how “good” I was delivering to him the “good news” that his South African Minister of Trade and Industry, Mr. Trevor Manuel who is now South Africa’s Minister of Finance was doing the most terrific job of “fc*king up the South African economy” [sic].


Bear in mind as the tears now start to flow down your cheeks that my amazing father while still in his teens flew 71 miraculous dive-bombing missions in World War II, on several occasions as wingman to Dr. Syd Cohen considered “a pilot’s pilot”, uncle Syd inevitably becoming a founder of the Israeli Air Force with “sum” [sic] “kills” to his name during Israel’s War of Independence bearing in mind a good number of people including David Ben Gurion, Israel’s first prime minister were not in the least bit convinced that victory was assured given in particular the air-cover support provided by the victorious Allies to their Arab despots hell bent on driving the outnumbered and ill-equipped and fiercely independent Israelis into the Mediterranean Sea and had in fact at least one back up plan that I only became aware of around the time I along with other kids my age met with this great leader back on November 1st 1972 just 13 months to the day before Ben Gurion passed away.


I couldn’t help but notice the one and only time I ever broke a rib after throwing a stone that the very gray haired and heavy set Israeli head of kibbutz Sde Boker in the Negev Desert near Beersheba who wasn’t exactly the “warmest and fuzziest” human being in the world, at least that was my first impression, believed this incredible story that no one else thought contained an ounce of truth including the South African physician Dr. Hatchell who was directly in charge of us very out of control testosterone driven 15 year old guys who couldn’t believe our luck on September 1st, 1972 the first day we arrived and the much more mature and very good looking girls our age didn’t seem to have as much of a problem with the water fight we started that had their t-shirts in the blistering sun soaked solid as did the Israeli leadership who were looking for more “outside leadership” to follow in the footsteps of people like my amazing father who no member of our rather large family had a good word to say about his leadership ability yet not only did the people who worked for my dad at the awesome Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies worship the ground he walked on but to the best of my knowledge there was never a single member of the Durban Jewish Community who served more terms as President and Chairman of Jewish Club than Bernie Gevisser who everyone including his adversaries agreed couldn’t be bought nor could anyone including Dr. Jonathan “Trouble Bubble” Beare pull the wool over his eyes.


Grey-haired Mr. Banielle didn’t waste any time in letting me know that not only did he believe my story but for “sum” [sic] reason felt the need to let me know that it shouldn’t bother me if it turned out that he was the only one to mention little of only making the point in the diary I kept that this very caring man believed my wild story and even though I heard years later about my father’s one brother breaking his ribs from coughing I for good reason chose to keep my big mouth shut tight for to say anything about such an inconsequential event would bring into question matters I wasn’t equipped to deal with.


Only very recently did I breath a word to my father about this rather important incident in my life that at first I thought the only witness was G-d who I had pretty much given up on following the debacle that had my incredibly bright and hard working father out of work and DG, a mental midget that was an insult to his baboon looks receiving as his “sign on” bonus for being a figurehead for the American side of the very dark DAAC a cool $6 million, all tax free and offshore, although only back in 1995 when I confronted my uncle after he dared to share the “naive” opinion he had of me which I had carefully planted in his head, with an “audience” that included my RM, did I finally get the confirmation I had long sought after I threatened to “spill the beans” unless he “came clean”.


Such a sum of money back in March 1971 when CE eventually succumbed to being poisoned to death could have purchased approximately 171,000 ounces of gold that as you know could easily have come out of CE’s stockpiles, those shipped to Hong Kong out of South Africa in the form of gold statues nothing more than a “roos” [sic].


It is highly doubtful that my uncle David had anything to do with me just prior to joining Codiam Inc. keeping track of the commodity trades of Joseph Seigal who was very possibly the largest commodity trader in the world second of course to the DAAC bearing in mind DG couldn’t get himself out of a paper bag unless someone were to blow on the one end and even then by the time the dialogue was over given his horrific stutter both parties could have died of carbon monoxide poisoning.


But again all that was required of me given all the “training” I had got from my over the top brilliant marketing strategist RM who was my “lucky” uncle’s “best friend” was to keep my big mouth shut and the “world will be your oyster”, an expression my RM would use time and again when I would keep asking her to explain how it was possible that my uncle could end up so filthy rich and his extraordinarily talented, kind and gentle, so extraordinarily humble first cousin who shouldn’t have had an enemy in the world could end up “broke” bearing in mind I don’t recall a day when I didn’t get 3 “square meals a day” or any of our black slaves were called upon to contribute either their food or first born in order to keep our many dogs alive or my RM came close to selling her diamond broach.


Well before, however, I joined Codiam Inc. I had in fact worked out after visiting my uncle’s and Charles Engelhards’ lawyers on Bush Street in San Francisco that my RM knew a whole lot more than what she had “let on” for the lawyers were obsessed about my RM, not in the least bit interested in the “letter of introduction” that had been signed by her “lucky friend” DG which my RM handed to me when I was boarding the plane to come to America back on March 17th 1978 along with another DG letter of introduction to an old timer, once a significant player in the South African timber industry who had retired to La Jolla, California who couldn’t have been of any assistance to me even if whoever took him into his offices each day remembered on the day we met to screw on his head with the eyes facing front.


Then again “out of nowhere” more “doors opened” when my RM visited me in Chicago just before I left to join Codiam Inc. after she had made a presentation to a group of lawyers that had the President of the Association inviting my RM and me to his and his wife’s home in Gary, Indiana a relatively short drive from Chicago and on the drive back after a very pleasant dinner my RM once again reminded me, “the world is your oyster” to mention little of to this day my RM and I have never discussed what exactly was my “job” at Codiam Inc. because there wasn’t a job to speak of given how transparent it was that so long as I kept my big mouth shut I would inevitably take over from my uncle DG.


Again, I was “placed” in Codiam Inc. just to “observe” to “audit” but not in the sense of being a “spy” since it was patently obvious the instant I stepped foot in to Codiam Inc’s very understated offices that I was a “member of the family” without, however, a “portfolio.”


I have never once been introduced to any Minister of Defense including Israel’s several ministers of defense but I can assure that our great Minister of Defense, Secretary Rumsfeld would be most interested in what I have to say which has as you well know already been mostly said, all that I have left out for all intent and purposes is how in fact we can achieve world peace in possibly less than a day, just so long as we can communicate the solutions to solve all the problems in the world to each and every person carrying a weapon and of course you well know that it is not “sticks and stones break bones, words will never harm me” but rather “sticks and stones break bones, words kill.”


Remember, I have had more than a quarter of a century to plan the total, unconditional surrender of the DAAC while also fortunate enough to have worked out the much sought after “Hand of G-d” and while my foes are numerous and heavily armed they are in fact already “beat” given how they are no match for our extraordinarily SMART G-D.


The fact that I am alive and well, the same with each member of my immediate family as well as my own family, pets and very trusted friends is pretty good proof of a number of things, but I don’t take lightly for a single moment the extent of the evil that is out there and how simple it would be for us all to go up in smoke without any one of us being the wiser.


Bear in mind Israel will not sit idly by as a big bomb goes off in any Israeli city including Jerusalem without sending each and every one of their adversaries back to the stone age to mention little of what just the threat of an imminent attack will do to the capital and financial markets already totally and irreversibly “under water”.


Things are very different today then they were back in June 1967 when Israel had no choice but to “take out” the Liberty, the unarmed American communications ship at the start of the 6 Day War given the need for absolute secrecy in her preemptive strike on the massing Arab armies who were just hours away from launching their own strike.


Israel is at the end of its rope and you can see it just in the manner it is going about eliminating what it considers “immediate threats” that are simply too close for comfort knowing full well radical change is needed and so do we all.


Once you have got your arms around why this so fascinating book THE DIAMOND INVENTION that never made its way on to the bookshelves of any book store, not even an independent bookstore for fear of what else other than someone such as myself getting hold of it and explaining in simple English everything that you and your bosses fear most.


Let me know when you do eventually get around to concluding that Israel and Israel alone is propping up both the totally fictitious United States Dollar as well as THE DIAMOND INVENTION, doubtful you should find anything worthwhile to distract from this rather important assignment bearing in mind that you, like the student organizers currently organizing the school kids protesting making sure they don’t incite law enforcement to overreact, are now under the brightest of spotlights.


You would agree it would help the students immeasurably if their leadership were to make a point of explaining WHY the student leadership throughout the world during the civil unrest of the 1960s, both blacks and whites FAILED MISERABLY in explaining back then what we all knew about the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel, the most repressive regime in the history of our species with a diamond studded iron fist “command and control” position of all 3 branches of the United States Government which would be the only reason why to this day things have only got worse for each successive generation despite the terrific advancements in teeth implants, cappuccino machines and wide screen plasma TVs assuming you are dumb enough to watch TV.


The email addresses you see in the carbon copied section probably amount to less than 1/8th of 1/10th of 1 percent of those individuals-groups who will read our “back and forth” over the course of the next several days who will judge for themselves whether I was justified in exposing you sooner rather later.


There comes in a moment in time when you have to ask yourself what exactly is your purpose in life other than to contribute to the greater good and teach what you contribute.


Your ongoing deafening silence will begin to take it toll on not just you but everyone you come into contact with, you never knowing for certain who has read our “back and forth”, moreover what they really think as they also have to now question their own purpose in life, each one of you understanding perfectly well that not only do I speak the truth but it is inevitable that I have both time as well as the youth who are all our futures on my side, the “side of light.”


Your inability to respond with just one question bearing in mind how eager you were to get in touch with me early last Friday morning is shameful.


A very disappointed reader.


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From: Gaffen, David []
Sent: Monday, April 03, 2006 5:12 AM
To: Gary S. Gevisser



Gary - I'm not interested in getting these emails. Please stop sending them.


-----Original Message-----
From: Gary S. Gevisser []
Sent: Saturday, April 01, 2006 4:06 PM
To: Deborah "Aggressive" Sturman Esq.



From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Saturday, April 01, 2006 12:16 PM PT
Cc: rest; Mossad; Conrad Wolff; Roy Essakow; Guy Friedman; United States Justice Department; Kristin L. Connor, Attorney at Law - Kimball, Tirey & St. John;; Nicholas Oppenheimer - DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel [DAAC]; FBI;


Dear Mr. President,


A number of people courageous to express themselves, not quite sure how I might react given my recent “Mark Anthony” response to my one American programmer Adam Tucker whose genius is woven throughout my “basic”





From: John K. Pollard Jr.

Sent: Monday, April 03, 2006 10:40 PM
Subject: Fw: 7 reasons not to mess with children.


 7 reasons not to mess with children.

A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales.
The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small.
The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale.

Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible.
The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah".

The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?"
The little girl replied, "Then you ask him ".


A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work.
As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.

The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."

The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows! what God looks like."

Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, "They will in a minute."

A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds.
After explaining the commandment to "honor" thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?"

Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, "Thou shall not kill."

One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head.
She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?"

Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white."

The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"

The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture.

"Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.'

A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, she's dead."

A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face."

"Yes," the class said.

"Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?"
A little fellow shouted,

"Cause your feet ain't empty."

The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:

"Take only ONE. God is watching."

Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.
A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples.