My Duty

By Jarl Alé de Basseville

This book is his will (or maybe the last will not even writing by his ancestors) by Jarl Ale of Basseville, direct descendant from king Harald I of Scandinavia and famous the Jarl Robert of Basseville of Normandy.

He speaks about his childhood of his education and about his route which allowed him to have this vision of the politics, the geopolitics, the economy and the world today through his family historical heritage which has been transmitted from generation to generation.

He bring to us his own vision, and he considers the moment to wake up and protect our tradition as the heart of societal values.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Éditions Dédicaces
• Release date: Dec 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9781770765979

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Jarl Alé de Basseville

My Duty

First volume: Reckoning

First published by Editions Dedicaces in 2016

Copyright © Jarl Alé de Basseville, 2016

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Contents

Foreword

Preface

I. Family House

25 October 2012

26 October 2012

29 October 2012

30 October 2012

1 November 2012

2 November 2012

2 November 2012

II. Study and Suffering's Years

5 November 2012

6 November 2012

7 November 2012

10 November 2012

11 November 2012

12 November 2012

12 November 2012

14 November 2012

14 November 2012

III. Political Considerations

17 November 2012

18 November 2012

22 November 2012

23 November 2012

26 November 2012

2 December 2012

5 December 2012

8 December 2012

9 December 2012

13 December 2012

15 December 2012

15 December 2012

20 December 2012

21 December 2012

24 December 2012

24 December 2012

IV. Europe

30 December 2012

1 January 2013

9 January 2013

10 January 2013

17 January 2013

19 January 2013

20 January 2013

20 January 2013

26 January 2013

V. The Second World War and its Lies

2 February 2013

2 February 2013

9 February 2013

9 February 2013

17 February 2013

VI. Propaganda

24 February 2013

24 February 2013

3 March 2013

VII. Revolution

13 March 2013

20 March 2013

VIII. The Desire to Begin my Political Activity

21 March 2013

24 March 2013

4 April 2013

IX. People and Tradition

13 April 2013

13 April 2013

17 April 2013

X. The First Period of Development

29 April 2013

1 Mai 2013

1 Mai 2013

28 May 2013

12 June 2013

13 June 2013

12 October 2013

12 October 2013

21 October 2013

2 November 2013

2 November 2013

4 November 2013

8 November 2013

14 November 2013

15 November 2013

4 December 2013

15 November 2013

7 December 2013

9 December 2013

References

Foreword

Several people believe that the chivalry is only a fancy of the past, a soft memory for the nostalgic dreamers, but that's not the case. The chivalry of heart and spirit exists always today. It is an inheritance bequeathed by our ancestors who knew how to build the world in which we evolve, but whom we often strive to destroy for the simple lure of gain and of the power, or by pure individualistic egoism.

Jarl Alé de Basseville is a member of these knights of modern times, of those whose consciousness rises at the level of the people to extirpate the truths which will transform the current world. He is the one who denounces and who is not afraid of anything: this Europe rushes into the sewers of the carelessness and the conflict of state by hiding behind institutions created by the electoral little schemes. Proud descendant of king of England William the Conqueror, of the duke of Normandy Robert Courteheuse and of legendary Guilhelm de Gellone, Alé de Basseville immortalizes the tradition of the big destroyer of dragon, not only by denouncing the misdeeds of our governments, but by proposing solutions to the problems which invade us.

Born on July 8th, 1970 within an aristocratic family connected to the petroleum industry, he is trained trough the hardest jesuits boarding internships of France and Helvetia. The prince of this Normandy in Exile addresses in his speech to the tribes Vikings, Celtic and Gothic who look for an explanation more deeper into on their traditions, identities and cultures. This government in exile claims in its way the fact of being the justifiable government, the purpose being to reconquer the power in his country to which it refers, to return to his own people : this is only his duty .

Jarl Alé of Basseville is also an artist and an accomplished photographer. During his career, he will have been next to the most renowned artists such as Andy Warhol, Lucchi Renato Chiesa, Jane Fonda, Tom Cruise, Valley Kilmer, Brad Pitt, Michael Jackson and Marilyn Manson. On July 31st, 2016, he created a real earthquake international politico-celebrity by agreeing to publish the photos which he had taken of Melania Trump nude in the New York Post, the most powerful American conservative republican newspapers.

Such as the Knights of the Round Table, Jarl Alé de Basseville pursues his road on this foreign earth in search of this Grail which will restore hope to the world. through in his words, he continues to shout out those who manage us in the only purpose to restore the balance in our world : the leader has to be the cement of the trust of his fellow countrymen and accept this duty which is his: bring the nation to the rank which she deserves.

Guy de BOUILLANNE

Regent of the Kingdom of Nova Francia

General manager of the Liberté-Nation Project

Preface

"To my grandson.

As nobles we don't have rights.

Only duties." - Albert de Basseville

So I decided to write and explain not only the goals of our movement, but also about its genesis.

In addition, I have the opportunity to set up my own formation. This could lead to the destruction of the legend about me invented by the press.

I am thus addressing the Viking, Celtic and Gothic tribes of our movement which seek a thorough explanation of our tradition, identities and culture.

It isn't unknown to me that it's the word much more than the books that won people: all great historic movements are due mainly to the speakers rather than writers, although ideologies were born there.

It's no less true that a doctrine can't save its unity and its consistency if it hasn't been fixed in writing once and for all.

Jarl Alé de BASSEVILLE

I

Family House

1

25 October 2012

I had the good fortune to be born in Bordeaux, city with a past so troublesome and so rich among the history of wars and markets linked to its harbor.

Europe must again become the great Celtic motherland, and this not pursuant to any economic reasons. No, absolutely not: even if the union, economically speaking, it's irrelevant or even harmful, it should take place anyway. The same blood belongs to the same Empire. The Viking people will not have right to political participation until it has brought all their sons together in a single State.

The plought will be then the sword, and the tears of war will produce the harvest and the bread for the tomorrow's future. And so my town appeared to me : as the symbol of a great task. It has other applicable chapters to our memory.

I lived in this town surrounded by my grandparents and by a powerful family, that was destroyed at the expense of fighting to conquer the Western Europe, which claimed to defend the capital rights from American ultra-liberalism. Only bulwark of communism in Eastern Europe and of its bad ghosts.

My parents were absent in view of this problem, but doesn't matter because that has strengthened my fighting spirit and my thirst for learning. My grandfather stood with me after himself has been deprived of everything because of this filthy war, that had spread throughout Europe. Not only by the crimes but also by its political involvement.

It would be rather difficult to say what life was, before my birth, of this grandfather, or father that he has been for me. But it would be easy to describe what he had become. He was the chairman of several societies and foundations and was called «Mr President».

In business, he was called «The Baron». But also, he loved to help the weakest who couldn't defend themselves. And he allowed some to call him «Berty» ; it was very funny to see these personalities passing constantly of «you» or «You» and «Mr . Berty».

This had a great impact on me in my youth and step-by-step, I learned all the tasks and charges to become a boss. I still remember the day I spoke about working in a nightclub – that he called « dance club » and for my grandmother was a place of debauchery and striptease girls – but it was my will to prove that money could be earned in the night that makes people dream, those who work in the morning and imagine that everything is possible in the night.

2

26 October 2012

If I have learned anything from my grandfather, he taught me what it means to be «noble» in the way that we only have duties but not rights. And that's this dear man, who after a huge past, never ceased to care about us and specially about me, this grandchild who answered after his question «What would you like to learn ?» «I want to know everything». And he wondered me again : «Yes, but the question is what ?» and me, saying «everything !!!!» until he would explain to me ( looking at me with staring eyes) that was impossible to know everything. And seeing my disappointment, he bought me a leather and golden binding book.

The fact is that I've never thought about my future. I lived in a world of unreality, where I was the spoiled prince by an admired family. However, I don't remember why. I had my own thoughts and I felt within myself a determination to understand the politics and the economy, an all-consuming passion for geography when I was in front of the ship of my great grandfather, that went around the world several times, whose red tracks in the damaged card, under the glass of the house entrance, summarized this powerful Viking.

I was between the strength and the peace, like an eagle landed on a lake but that, at any time, it can pounce on a new prey. I loved singing, music, painting and I read with passion all the volumes of the First World War. I was passionate for the Vatican and all these decorum. There, I met Cardinal Guyot, who became a friend and I served as a choirboy for several years every Wednesday. I spent long afternoons with him. He used to tell me about the pre - Vatican II Church. I wanted to be Pope. Not a priest. No. Pope under the name Alexander VIII, one of my names and my rank the 8th.

But I lived in a confused time, where Europe was divided into two: a part called Western and a part called Eastern. One was liberty and capitalism, the other one, was prison and the Stalinist revolutionary communism post Khrushchev. In short, both worlds, or two blocks, were the battlefield of two monsters: Americans and Russians. And why did the take our land as a «war horse»? From that day forward, I thought that a country leader who would attack an other country leader, he just had to do it on a boxing ring !!! In the past, a noble could fight against another to take his land, and I perceived the stupidity of those people who lead us for their personal property.

My grandfather asked himself how I was going to live each day in fighting continually with my schoolmates. My family sent me to a boarding school and there, I finally understood what the sexuality was. And yes, it wasn't the time of boy's schools and the mixed were there for a long time. But it, my grandfather never imagined that, remaining on his views about old school...

3

29 October 2012

My grandfather's decisions were always conscious and weighed ; the sense was always there, which nothing and no one can back on it. He was a good and just man, with the Basseville's temper, it said among cousins. The Second World War made of him a different man and even if he had not lost the reason d'être, he still wanted to look across these difficult and trying times in a man's life. In these times, kids couldn't decide and he wanted to provide me everything that was forbidden in his youth and let me take my life and career into my own hands. But it's nevertheless certain that this man had to see something special in me, cause even he was tolerant , he would never has given me his trust as he did it.

As I said before, he was filled with a steady idea that life was a duty and it had to know to protect it.

I discovered the «not» and the desire to revolt against the orders, to name others and to seize this power so vulnerable by the force of a few men, I saw putsches to bring eastern countries, where -for years- the chaos and disaster of these unknown enemies reigned.

Also, I discovered two worlds : the public and the private. You were a civil and public servant or an entrepreneur, there was no doubt of that and May 1968 had given the power to Political sciences' children to be a little of both. I wanted to live my own life and I didn't see myself under the orders of a little chef wasting his time to encourage a crank that, being no longer oiled, had lost its usefulness. Yes, the world changes at all speed and it was enough to take the plane to realize it !

I learned so much in my family among my grandparents, aunts and uncles that I was bored at school. Simply because I had a photographic memory which allowed me to learn a poem in two minutes. History or any lesson to learn. It was for this reason that I loved Latin... I imagine that my enemies will make everything to find me against me all this youth and I didn't need them to say that I went from one school to another due to my behavior that wasn't undisciplined but simply dreamer. And yes, I was tired of hearing this poor professor skinning the Shakespearean language, so I preferred to imagine William among women and men featuring, then dive into the middle ages. I wanted, in my inner self, to fight. But why ? How ? At the same time, a visual arts teacher -who was also in fine arts-fell in awe of my drawing and paintings. I must to say that I was an enthusiast of Expressionist movement «Die Brücke» (The Bridge) that sums up itself the new state of grace in contemporary painting after the revolutions of «Dada». Painting permitted me to find myself and forget me. So I threw myself into this haven of madness that satisfied me. At least at that time, I thought it.

Art seemed the only way out in this life that I didn't understand and which only echoed the words «no future» in my head. Thinking that I could never see the year 2000 that seemed as a big mammoth tertiary. So, I had to «construct» me. Yes, but how ? As the life that revolved around me, it left me without a shadow of doubt where I expected something else to reconcile me with myself. From then, I decided to travel around the world and I wanted to do the maximum of experiences.

4

30 October 2012

My grandfather was proud that I could express myself through artistic creativity and he saw at me, I presume, the opportunity that he had not had to defy his dream because of this world war which had distracted everything and had put him in front of a terrible way to have a life with all that it may have as consequences. He decided to push and help me even if there were doubts about a path which may not be obvious. We talked about it but I did not see any future. That he feared the most was... that I dive into a frenzy uncontrolled of drugs. He asked aunt Caroline, who owned a film production company CSF, to take me for internships and to see if I was adapted to this environment which was not mine. Recommendations' aunt were extremely hard and I shouldn't disclose my identity to anyone. Thus I decided to use a nickname : Alé, which comes from Alesund, a norse Viking name and that gives the name Alexander, because France prohibited any name that was related to a saint ... Contradictory in a secular state! My aunt noted that I was not paid and that we would see what would happens. I was delighted and I became quickly - just a day later - second assistant director, becoming irreplaceable. And when anyone asked me about my name, I said him Conversano which only was understand by my aunt; and that's what happened. I arrived at the dining room at around 9:00 p.m., after the dinner, with the production, before my grandfather and my aunt who asked me loads of questions, surprised but delighted with what had happened. That night, I knew that I'd be paid for my work.

I was interested in anything. I wanted to know everything about everything, which annoyed my grandfather at the highest point. One day he spent a good time on explaining to me that we could not know everything. Anyway, I wanted to learn everything and I spent my time reading, which caused me problems for sharing with anyone what was in my life. Children irritated me, adults were often too silly for me and I was devoted anyway to ecumenical study. I remember one day, when I back home with a score of 10 out of 20 in physics, with a new teacher who scored with very special way. Beside the score, it appeared our rank, counting 4 classes so I was first. My mother did not believe me and insinuated that I had had to change or delete the rank so as not to be punish, while I had not any fear... But it was always stories with a mother who I never saw and who threw on me to shout or kiss me as if we