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Tuesday, 10 November 2026
New post in Shine Magazine
Born in the Witches’ Cauldron (Hitler’s Treasurer and Today’s Secretive NATO Political Lobby)
In this RTF presentation our guest lecturer, renowned English historian, and journalist Tony Gosling, will showcase a side of World War two and the later Cold War that you never imagined. Tony’s recent book ‘The Traitors of Arnhem’ features explosive proof that the infamous September 1944 Battle of Arnhem (made into the film ‘A Bridge too Far’), Operation Market Garden was thrown deliberately by senior British commanders, in order to buy the Nazis time to complete financial deals with the Allies that had been in train at least since the previous month. In his book, and this RTF class, Tony traces out the cover-up of the subsequent snatching by Royal Navy and Jewish commandos in the last days of the war, of British agent and Adolf Hitler’s private secretary Martin Bormann, alongside other Allied/Nazi deals too, such as the smuggling by submarine of enriched Uranium from the Nazi stores to be incorporated into the Manhattan Project. This evidence only emerged in the final decade of the twentieth century. 
Check out Tony’s Bilderberg.org to follow his work and buy his books http://www.bilderberg.org/index.htm The Rising Tide Foundation (RTF), a non-profit based out of Montreal, Canada, dedicated to the rigorous re-examination of Universal History and the principles governing the cyclical appearance of Renaissances and Dark Ages in human civilization. Consider supporting our work by subscribing to our substack page and Telegram channel at t.me/RisingTideFoundation.
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Monday, 9 November 2026
11/9/2026
11/9/2026 Having strange anxieties the past two days, just feeling weird. No appetite. We went to a Mexican restaurant and literally walked out to the bewilderment of the staff. I feel bad, they seemed to think we didn't like the waiter and shooed him away and gave us a gift card for next time. In reality I just realized when we sat down that we were about to pay $20+ for food I didn't feel excited about and it didn't seem like a good restaurant. Mexican food is so mid even in the best of times (to me, in my opinion) and most restaurants do it poorly cheaply and lazily. Instead we went home and I made pretzels from scratch which turned out really good and I felt super proud that I used the stand mixer and baked something good. Last night I had a really disturbing dream. It was about Eric, my old boyfriend from my early twenties who I had a really traumatic experience with because he had an avoidant attachment style, major issues, but he remains to this day man I was most attracted to in my life. Maybe BECAUSE of his avoidant personality and hot/cold giving me attention and then withholding it, like some sick BDSM torture replicating my experience with my mother not caring about me. In the dream, I was back in NY, and I had an application from him and his dad to get a permit for a big project they wanted to do. So I had to go and do a site visit at his house and see him and his dad and his house. It felt so scary but exciting. I felt very proud of my government federal agency job, like I was going to be impressive to him finally. Then I got there and a pretty woman from the EPA was there, much more knowledge and took charge, and talkative and smart. I trailed behind miserably, sullen and quiet as she blabbed about professional smart sounding stuff. Eric walked beside her listening intently, and ignoring me entirely. In the dream I felt so despondent. I wanted him to notice me, to care that it had been almost a decade since he saw me, but he was more interested in this woman who seemed better. When I woke up I couldn't stop thinking about him and wondering where he was. How he was. Is he even alive still. I think I tried to look up Mike before and couldn't find him. I looked him up on Facebook and found him, he had just updated his profile photo in August and his cover photo which looked like the western desert. It says he lives in Union Springs NY, a town I had never heard of, very small town, somewhat near Auburn NY where my office was. An hour away from Lafayette where he was living with his dad before. Good to know he finally moved out I guess but why did he choose union springs I wonder. Seems random. Maybe he bought a house. He is a trucker, which he had told me had had tried doing but I thought he had given it up. It makes sense he would be a trucker. So was his dad, and it's not like he is able to hold onto a relationship anyway with how he is, avoidant and all. Might as well be on the road alone all the time and unable to form bonds. He looks rather rough, lots of grey hair now, bushy rednecky beard. He's not as handsome as he used to be in our youth, I knew him in high school too. None of my boyfriends aged well I'm happy to see, because I'm petty. Seth doesn't look old at all, has all his black hair still, getting more handsome with age. I had a scary moment of wondering if I should message him. Maybe ask questions of how he is, share my wedding photos so he can see what a happy ending I got to have without him, although it doesn't feel much like it right now when I'm crying all the time and we feel like we blew our life up for no good reason and I'm regretting every single decision of the last decade. Why did I go to Portland for college Why did I get this stupid fucking degree that won't land me a high paying remote job unless I'm talking in meetings all day, what a stupid degree Why did I get married Why did we move all over the place Why did we sell our house and move away from our nice life we had Why did we even buy a house when that made Seth miserable and stressed Why did I marry a man who gets stressed about owning a house and wants to sell it immediately after Why why why Now we're stuck in Portland and horrified at being stuck. Or I have to give up my career for the next two years or longer and that's horrifying too. I guess it's like missing my old life in a weird way. Before I moved to Portland. Things were simpler. Easier. The world wasn't fucked up like it is now. So much hope. Even though he was emotionally abusive. I still longed for him to love me. I don't even know why. What about him did I love so much? He gave me the thing that causes me chronic pain now. How awful. I think I felt like we were kindred spirits. It felt nice to know someone else with a story like mine. And he was so serious and adult and manly. He played sports which I found attractive I guess. It's shallow. Like a man wanting a supermodel even though they have nothing in common. I guess I want him to know I thought of him even after a decade. But why? I know it's not a good idea. I'm married. Whether happily married or just getting through it right now. It would be unfair. I would feel sad if Seth messaged his ex because he had a dream about her. It would feel so sad and awful. Emotions and feelings are so strange. It doesn't make any logical sense in the world. But yet. I had that dream, and looked him up. Damn social media, this is why I'm not on FB. Can't have my exes looking me up and bugging me. Maybe it's nostalgia. Missing the people I knew in my 20’s now that I'm approaching 40 in three years. Feeling like the world is on the brink of death, and what if I can't ever reach them again. You're currently a free subscriber to Letters from the Mire. For the full experience, upgrade your subscription.
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