The Ludolf Papers: Caduceus Unveiled

By C.K. Carlson

Caduceus Unveiled is a spiritual journey to historic settings pointing to the origins of an industry of deception. Modern pharmaceuticals have a sinister history.

Drug marketing strategies tie to ancient spirits revealed to Emma when her grandfathers diary and artifacts are found after his death. Gunther Ludolf conducted psychological experiments at Dachau.

After the war, he continues his Nazi research working for pharmaceutical giant, LabUrnum. Her grandfathers legacy and a desire for truth lead to danger from medical and religious authorities and threaten the global health community.

Emma and her husband Dake are thrust into a historic, ancient conspiracy of Sumerian origins, concerning marketing strategies of the modern medical and pharmaceutical industry and in turn reveal the faith dilemma facing Christianity. This evidence leads them to battle evil spiritual authorities who fear revelation of their ongoing plot to deceive mankind into dependence and worship of medicine and pharmaceuticals.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Apr 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781512737813

C.K. Carlson

C. Carlson holds a M.S. from Texas A&M University, served in the U.S. Army, was in business for 20 years, worked in the Europe, Middle East, Central America, and India, and taught business and computer networking in a small college. He has also taught Sunday school for some 25 years. Throughout his colorful career he has extensively traveled internationally. This is his first novel in collaboration with his wife. It reflects over three years of historical research and writing. K. Carlson holds an M.S. in School Administration from University of Louisiana @ Lafayette and also taught English in both high school and small college settings. She enjoys research and also holds a minor in Library Science. She left her career as a campus director for a local medical vocational school for 10 years to pursue writing. She currently manages electronic and hard copy content for a non- profit. She has taught Sunday school for the last five years and continues to do so. She has been writing this book with her husband for the last three years.

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1

The Watchers

His face hidden behind his monk’s cowl, Azazel watched the snow covering the hills. The pure white flakes reminded him of another covering that did not apply to him—the blood of Christ, of which he had no part. He drew a crucifix in the cold glass with a long, thin finger. He smiled as his mind ventured back to that day of suffering. Before that day, ancient Babylon and Egypt had followed his teachings of occult practices that would successfully make the Israelites stumble time and time again. The Sumerians produced from the lineage of his kind had obediently recorded his every whim in Ur and Babylon. The ziggurats of Mesopotamia had been built in his honor. The Egyptians who had fallen so hard for him had even created a word for it: cherep, meaning to have control over. Azazel was prideful of his ability to influence humans even though his type of influence did not always work and could not be forced upon the intended human subjects. He had successfully guided the leadership of the Catholic Church during the infamous Inquisition of the thirteenth century. In the 1700s, he’d worked to enlighten a particular Jesuit in the arts of a mysterious religion that was eventually known as the Illuminati. The Vatican was amazed at his knowledge of ancient languages and the time of Christ; after all, he had been present during the whole ordeal. Over the years, he had maintained relations with some of the most prominent among the church hierarchy. When invited, he appeared to each generation to influence critical events—sometimes successful, sometimes not.

Still gazing at the pristine white snow, Azazel remembered his infamous role in the first Day of Atonement, or Yom Kippur, when his spirit had been captured for a moment in time, as recorded in Leviticus 16. He quietly relived the moment he had dangled over the canyon of Duadel like a rag doll. He had been unable to break free, and the alternative had been to fall into oblivion. He shuddered to remember the lack of control he’d had that day. He had been possessed by the fallen angels. The name they had given him was synonymous with the act of going away, as when Aaron had cast lots on the two goats. On that day, his spirit had been left to its own devices in the wilderness. Mount Azazel (Jabel Muntar) in the Judean Desert, to which the goat had been sent and from which it had been pushed, was named for this legendary occurrence. The embarrassment had been overwhelming!

David’s psalm to God came to mind: What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him? For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour. Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; thou hast put all things under his feet (Psalm 8:4–6).

Azazel’s weaknesses had been revealed, and he would use every opportunity of his earthly existence to reveal the weakness and gullible nature of humanity through deception and lies.

The present age reminded Azazel of a previous time when he had come oh so close to his goal when a young boy of seven had arrived in the monastery. Azazel paused to think of this particular conquest. His hope for this young protégé had been one of many seeds planted that had actually taken root. This young man’s purpose had been only a thread in a much-larger tapestry that someone else would need to finish. God’s chosen people would pay for their favor in the heavens. Azazel drew the star of David in the cold glass as he pictured the seven-year-old Adolf Schicklgruber, who would eventually shed the surname of his father for the maiden name of his mother: Adolf Hitler.

2

Lambach Abbey

Austria, 1896

The Benedictine abbey in Lambach, Austria, sat near the border of Germany between Linz and Salzburg. Count Arnold II of Lambach had established the edifice as a monastery in 1040. The count’s son, Bishop Adalbero of Würzburg, had converted the monastery ten years later to an abbey. Such a place was resplendent with spiritual and mystical significance, especially for impressionable young boys searching for acceptance.

Adolf watched Pater Azazel’s every move as the man walked back and forth in front of a large blackboard during one of their private lessons. The two were kindred spirits. We are done for today, Azazel said. I know you want to spend the day with me, but you need to be with the other boys.

Adolf took the hint and began to pack his book bag. I like studying with you, Pater.

You are an apt pupil. I will be able to teach you many things, Azazel replied as the two descended the stairway from upstairs where the student classrooms were located.

As they exited the building, Azazel guided Adolf to one of the four corners of the monastery. The cornerstones of buildings are very important. On all four corners you will find the Hakenkreuz. My friend Father Hagen traveled to the Near East, and in 1868 he hired workers to mark this place. Someday you will forsake your family and all that you have known to fulfill your destiny. The crooked crosses in this stone are your marks. Someday everyone will think of you when they look upon them.

Adolf said, Other kids say the Hakenkreuz are for Abbot Haken Kreuz, as a reference to his name.

That is what they think is true. I guess only we know the truth. Azazel smiled furtively down at Adolf.

Adolf stared at the pattern engraved in the stone of this holy place. Pater, why is the cross crooked?

Azazel looked down into his student’s eyes. This is not like the crosses that everyone else wears. It will only belong to those who deserve it. Those that do not wear it will not be your friends.

Pater … will I get to wear it?

Yes! You will be in charge of it.

Adolf lifted his head in a defiant manner at the thought.

Trust grew between the two, and Adolf adopted his beloved pater’s survival-of-the-fittest mentality over his other teachers’ Christian turn-the-other-cheek philosophy. Adolf and his childish band of thugs dominated other boys while playing war games around town. Adolf’s confidence and charisma allowed him to exercise control over the bigger boys on the playground. Azazel took pride in the child’s behavior.

I want to be a strong priest like you, Pater!

No, no. There are bigger things planned for you, my son. Azazel grinned in his secret way. You will steer the history of Germany and the world. The watcher demon stared into the eyes of the one who would later exterminate millions of Jews in the name of German patriotism.

After one year at the abbey, Adolf was relocated to a school in Linz more than one hour’s walk from Lambach. He completed the trek back and forth each day. This arrangement did not last very long. He was forced to relocate again during his last attempt to complete basic school, this time to Steyr, Austria, fifty miles from the abbey. Even though Adolf was no longer at the abbey, Azazel’s imprint on the boy was complete.

The mysterious monk had succeeded in steering the child toward evil. Adolf would not follow his father’s path in service for Austria’s imperial customs. In fact, Hitler progressively moved closer to its opposing loyalty, the German nationalist movement. When Adolf was thirteen, his father died of a lung hemorrhage.

After Adolf left, Azazel disappeared from the monastery, not to be seen again in Austria.

3

The Manuscript

Vienna, 1917

Schopenhauer Café in Vienna was bustling with pedestrians and those sitting at intimate tables. People could not help but look twice at the beautiful blonde sitting at a corner table.

Maria Orsic’s every word commanded the complete attention of those at her table. Besides being attractive, she was renowned for her abilities in the area of supernatural communication. The spirits that communicated with her had told her never to cut her hair, because it was so beautiful. Today, she wore it in a braided bun tucked under a fashionable hat.

She had been willing property of the Vril, also known as the Übermenchen, for a very long time. At least those were the names her supernatural companions used; Maria did not know that they had many other names. She had been willingly captured and was obedient to their every whim. No human man would ever understand what they fulfilled in her. It was strange to have this meeting in such a public place, but it was necessary to keep things casual and spur of the moment. She brushed a wisp of hair from her face.

The Vril needed her words to carry their messages, and Maria took much pride in this fact. On this day, she was here to translate an ancient manuscript, and her excitement was hard to contain. The men attending the meeting arrived and sat. It was time to begin.

Maria had chosen a seat with her back to the passing crowd so that only her three male counterparts would be able to see her face. One of the men was a prominent occultist, Baron Rudolf von Sebottendorf, a member of the Societas Templi Marcioni, a group springing from the original Knights Templar of 1307. He furtively reached into his coat lining and produced a manuscript. He carefully turned it to face Maria, who sat directly in front of him. Karl Haushofer was another of the men. He had become a German military advisor to the Japanese after the Russo-Japanese War and had found himself drawn to the mystic cultures of the East. As the founder of the Vril Society, he had been instrumental in gathering the small group with him at the table. Lothar Waiz, the third man, was an ecclesiastical dignitary, also from the Societas Templi Marcioni. He leaned forward to get a glimpse of this exotic text. Maria’s eyes rolled back into her head as she quickly passed her hands over the parchment. The men now understood why she thought it best to be out of public view.

The sight of her trance was disturbing yet exciting. A voice emerged from her: deep and low with a commanding, masculine quality. The message spoken confirmed the advent of a new age and a designated time and place for the next meeting. The baron looked at the others hopefully, but they could see that he was not really in the loop. The manuscript had been withheld until this time. The baron had done what he’d been told. His purpose at this meeting was simply to deliver the manuscript that would guide future events.

The parchment was part of a Sumerian tradition hidden in a Tibetan monastery from the ancient Babylonian seeress Sajaha. It was reputed to be a direct prophecy of the original Aryan star race, the Anunnaki. It was one of the many antiquities preserved through generations of secret societies.

Karl Haushofer said, Tibetan tradition ties the leader of those who live under the mountains to our coming leader. We will have the support of the Green Dragon. The Dalai Lama who receives dreams from the underlord Rigden Lyepo—lord of the flames—is certain that that the leader is among us in Germany. Haushofer considered himself a prophet of the ancient Tibetan sect of the Vril, even to the extent that he vowed suicide if he failed in any way toward his purpose. If the prophets of the Bible could bring a Savior to pass, something told him they could do the same. The manuscript translation verified that the time was right for such a leader to come forth.

A slight man in a gray overcoat sat at a nearby table and watched with approval. The collaborators a few feet away seemed totally oblivious to him. He kept his gray eyes obscured with a copy of the Arbeiter-Zeitung newspaper, but he heard and observed everything that transpired. Just as an accomplished orchestral maestro would direct a brilliant musical masterpiece, all went exactly to his satisfaction. As Maria rose and left the table, she furtively winked at the man.

4

The Vril

Berchtesgaden, 1919

Dietrich Eckart met ex-corporal Adolf Hitler after World War I in the winter of 1919 in Munich through Anton Drexler, a cofounder of the German Workers’ Party. Eckart began to groom the awkward young man, teaching Adolf with his own confident and charismatic demeanor.

As Eckart leaned over to fix Adolf’s collar, he said, You must accompany me to Berchtesgaden Lodge.

Adolf, who always seemed to be a social maladroit in personal conversation, was relaxed and engaged with Eckart. He signaled his approval with an enthusiastic shrug and a slight grin. Since third grade he had imagined a time as this.

The mountain lodge was nestled in the Bavarian Alps. Adolf was taken aback when he entered the extensive great room. A powerful yet shadowed benefactor was providing the well-appointed chalet for the clandestine group. Representatives from various secret societies were in attendance.

Maria Orsic lifted the palm of her hand to signal the meeting to order. Gentlemen, it is time to begin. The attendees moved to their seats at the large table. Standing beside her was Sigrun, an attractive, dark-haired young woman known for her ability to translate visitations from the netherworld.

Unlike the crowded café in Vienna, this alpine retreat provided complete privacy. The manuscript retrieved from the Vienna meeting had directed this time and place for revealing the plan.

Floor-to-ceiling windows providing mountain views surrounded a large table where members of the Thule Society and its inner circle, the Vril Society, met. Heinrich Himmler, Dietrich Eckart, and Adolf Hitler watched transfixed as Maria Orsic suddenly became like a marionette in the hands of the visiting spirit. The spirit caused Maria to convulse and, at times, even crawl around the large table. Some of the men instinctively moved their chairs back from the table as her long blonde hair swept back and forth over the tabletop like a human broom.

Sigrun calmly followed her movements, translating the mysterious Sumerian dialect for the audience. Dietrich Eckart slowly stroked his short black mustache and absorbed every word while young Hitler studied his mentor’s mannerisms and then turned to make sense of the animated séance taking place in the center of the table.

The voice speaking through Maria spoke of a fallen civilization living in an undisclosed area in Tibet. The members in this room would be responsible for bringing forth a plan to release these spirits from the bounds of their present abode. A deep voice possessed Sigrun, and she said, We are ones who escaped the floods of Noah.

Orsic moved like a cat from the table to a length of blank parchment laid out on the floor in front of a large fireplace. The men were not sure whether to be frightened or amused.

Four heavy candlesticks held the four sides of the large paper in place as Orsic sketched wildly as if possessed. She produced what appeared to be thousands of troops marching to the drum of a large apparition in a hooded cape. D-IX was tattooed on each of his hands. At the back of the long trail of soldiers a different hooded creature carried a flag with the emblem of the coming race. The charcoaled sketch figures appeared to move in unison, and there was a drum cadence in rhythm with their unified steps. The group formed a circle around the drawing, too stunned to speak or to take their eyes from the image, amazed at the revelation that Germany would rise and unite under a master race from the spirit realm. Those attending this meeting would play a role in the incitement to intolerance and mass murder.

In a dark area under a huge arch, Semyaza, otherwise known as the man with the green gloves, perched above the meeting below and watched with pleasure as Maria spoke of his coming race.

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The year following this meeting, Dietrich Eckart was instrumental in forming the German Workers’ Party, which eventually became known as the Nazi Party. The growing reputation of the group as barbaric assassins produced fear in their enemies. Eckart’s tasks were accomplished.

Before his death in 1923, Dietrich Eckart reportedly said of his protégé, Follow Hitler. He will dance, but it is I who have called the tune! I have initiated him into the ‘Secret Doctrine’; opened his centers of vision and given him the means to communicate with powers from the other side. Do not mourn for me: I shall have influenced history more than any German.

5

Landsberg Fortress

On April 1, 1924, Hitler was sentenced to five years’ imprisonment at Landsberg for high treason following the failed Beer Hall Putsch, an effort to seize power from the Bavarian minister president Kahr. Hitler’s animated passion against the Bavarian government transformed Hitler’s trial into a stage for him to literally hold court for the Nazi Party.

Hitler grew a short mustache and imitated the oratory devices of his earlier mentor Eckart. This drew the attention of university academics with sympathies for the cause. Rudolph Hess, an academic assistant to Haushofer, attended Hitler’s trial during every spare minute from his university work.

When Haushofer found out about Hitler, he was mesmerized. Haushofer began to visit Hitler in prison almost daily. He knew then that Adolf Hitler was the piece of the puzzle that would complete the plan started at the meeting in Vienna. Together Hitler and Haushofer began to compose Mein Kampf.

Haushofer took Hitler’s training to a new level, starting where Eckart had left off. He enchanted Hitler with his knowledge of the occult, especially Eastern religion. Haushofer was well educated and well traveled. Haushofer brought Hitler deeper into the dark regions and led him to read Lytton’s The Coming Race (1871), a fictional account of a master race based on ancient Rosicrucian revelations. Hitler would be prepared to take his place in history.

Adolf whispered under his breath, Lytton’s Vril are here. Haushofer, who would be instrumental in connecting the coming movement to Agartha influences of the East, turned to him and smiled. Adolf continued, The Vril will use my voice to bring forth the Übermensch, the superman.

Haushofer looked into the dead eyes of the future führer and said, Vril is the power to control the masses. It will move Germany to think, feel, and act in unison upon emotions dictated. We have observed it tonight on Maria’s parchment. Soon, you will begin the cadence.

Hitler smiled and said, I am the drummer.

6

Pharmaceutical’s Funding the Nazi Party

Von Schnitzler loved what had been happening to Germany since the end of World War 1. Germany reminded him of a woman escaping a bad marriage who had lost access to all her husband’s wealth and so now was poor but free to live life. He saw it firsthand in the bohemian party-town setting of the cabarets and music of Berlin. He saw it captured in the colorful German expressionist art that was free from the confines of academic rule. The art of the period was vulgar yet beautiful to him. The new age of Germany was even attracting some wealthy Americans’ attention. Hitler was part of the excitement to Von Schnitzler. Like everything else around him, Hitler was raw and free. The man’s magnetism transcended his small, effeminate stature. It was as if he were possessed with a spirit that worked through him and despite his evident shortcomings. Von Schnitzler would keep these thoughts to himself today at the intimate fundraising meeting he was scheduled to attend.

Von Schnitzler made his way to Hermann Goering’s front door and received a warm reception. After all, Von Schnitzler’s employer, IG Farben, was a major contributor to the Nazi Party both in Germany and in America. Von Schnitzler wasted no time in getting to the business at hand. Funding is flowing nicely for the upcoming March election. Our counterparts in the American sector of IG Farben have working interest in the Federal Reserve Bank of New York and the Warburg Bank of Manhattan. Von Schnitzler watched Goering’s expression as he continued, It helps to have company directors with connection to Wall Street, including prominent car manufacturers and oil producers.

Goering interjected, All contributions will be deposited to the bank of Delbruck Sehickler in Berlin.

Von Schnitzler felt it was only right for the party to use an IG Farben–approved bank. The bank of Delbruck Sehickler was a subsidiary of another IG Farben interest, the industrial giant Metallgesellschaft, one of the largest metal-trading companies in Germany.

7

The Tibet Alliance

Maria Orsic’s reading from the Templar manuscript had been the prophecy the Thule Society had been waiting for. Haushofer was instrumental in forming a relationship between the German community in Munich and the dark element in Tibet, the Green Dragon Society, as it was known in its larger form. This organization was complicated to say the least. Its origins were ancient and mysterious. Membership stretched from Japan to China to India, and its teachings were spread throughout secret societies in Europe.

Some years ago, Haushofer was privileged to visit an obscure Tibetan monastery nestled in the Himalayas, where he first met the master with the green gloves. The Green Man, as he was known, wore sandals, a long Tibetan robe, and an intricately hand-carved necklace of bone. The gloves he wore were long and made from the skin of a rare snake, and the muscle control with which he moved them reminded Haushofer of two dancing serpents. Haushofer had to look away because he could feel himself falling under the spell of the monk’s reptilian appendages. The Green Man was a renowned adept of Agarthi. He was a chakra master who was known to easily regulate his own body temperature in subzero conditions. It was rumored that he had collectively put one hundred men under his form of mind control. Many in power sought his expertise in visions; he used astral projection to plan strategies and direct world events. It was rumored this Tibetan sect was covertly responsible for the murder of the Russian Romanovs as well as other overthrows of national proportions throughout the world. It was entirely true that wars and other chaos from the beginning of time were linked in some way to the spirit behind this organization. Unlike most movements, which seek to wield power and recognition for their effort, the goal of this entity was to stay out of the spotlight, out of the news, and to invisibly ride the waves of each rising regime. In the sea of power, the Green Dragon made waves from the bottom. It was the king of the ocean, but it swam too deep to interact with any of the visible predators. When it had to, it would swallow up a movement, topple a government, and exterminate a race. Even history would never record or really know the influences of the Green Dragon.

Germany’s star is rising, Master. The prophecy manuscript arrived. The messiah is in Germany, and the time for our partnership is here, Haushofer said, bowing as he spoke.

I will gather the thousand troops for the cause, the master replied.

Haushofer noticed a small symbol that resembled two crossed lightning bolts tattooed on top of the master’s clean-shaven head. It was a type of swastika. Haushofer felt a sudden chill. It did not come from the wind but from within. He liked it.

8

Gunther Ludolf

The Tavistock Institute of Human Relations was set up in London in 1921 to study the breaking point of humans. The powers responsible for the Nazi movement were very interested in these studies and also in areas of eugenics, a set of beliefs and practices aimed at improving the genetic quality of the human population. Kurt Lewin, a German psychologist, became the director