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Waltzing the Enigma: Is This a Hallucination or a “True Hallucination?” (The Max Planck Institute and the Underground Reich)

S.S. Rot­ter­dam (com­mis­sioned in 1959) Is this the Fly­ing Dutch­man of “Heintz” and McKen­na’s tale?

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COMMENT: In a recent post, we high­light­ed the Max Planck Insti­tutes, for­mer­ly the Kaiser Wil­helm Institutes–an epi­cen­ter of sci­en­tif­ic research for the Third Reich.

Here, we embark on a high­ly spec­u­la­tive, undoubt­ed­ly “open-end­ed” inquiry.

In a (pos­si­bly apoc­ryphal) chap­ter from a book about his world trav­els while research­ing psy­chotrop­ic drugs, Ter­ence McKen­na alleged­ly came in con­tact with a “Dr. Karl Heintz” in Kopang, in Tim­or (Indone­sia).

Alleged to be with an appar­ent Bor­mann cap­i­tal net­work com­pa­ny called “Far East­ern Min­ing and Min­er­als, Inc.” based in Sin­ga­pore, “Heintz” relat­ed that he was the son of an SS offi­cer.

Relat­ing that his com­pa­ny was formed in the imme­di­ate after­math of World War II, “Heintz” con­tends that the Max Planck Insti­tute was the epi­cen­ter of his “group’s” efforts at build­ing for the future.

Using patents devel­oped dur­ing the Sec­ond World War, they were inti­mate­ly bound up in the group’s vision for the future, using the twin pow­ers of cap­i­tal and sci­ence.

“Heintz” lat­er offered to shep­herd McKen­na dur­ing a pro­posed trip to the Ama­zon to research psy­chotrop­ic sub­stances. That pro­pos­al fell through.

Sev­er­al years lat­er, McKen­na alleges that he met “Heintz” at a sym­po­sium at the Uni­ver­si­ty of Col­orado, con­duct­ed under the aus­pices of the Max Planck Insti­tute. “Heintz” pre­tend­ed not to know McKen­na, despite obvi­ous­ly rec­og­niz­ing him and denied that he had ever been in Kupang (Timor–the site of their alleged meet­ing.)

IF this is a “True Hal­lu­ci­na­tion” and not just a “hal­lu­ci­na­tion,” this implies that the Max Planck Insti­tute is twinned with the remark­able and dead­ly Bor­mann cap­i­tal net­work as a work­ing pil­lar of the Under­ground Reich.

There is no way of ver­i­fy­ing, or dis­prov­ing this. 

Inter­net search­es revealed that there was, indeed, a cruise ship called the Rot­ter­dam, com­mis­sioned in 1959. We found noth­ing of a “Krosnopol­s­ki” hotel in Rio de Janeiro, although the name may well have been changed, if there was such an enti­ty. Krosnopol­s­ki MAY refer to Gali­cia, in the Ukraine. Does that have any link to the “Galician”-14th Waf­fen SS Divi­sion?

There is a Krasnopol­s­ki Hotel in Ams­ter­dam. (We note, in pass­ing, that Indone­sia had been a colony of the Nether­lands before World War II.)

There do appear to be one or more peo­ple named “Max Bock­er­mann,” although it is unclear if any are old enough to have been the World War II-era men­tors of “Heintz’ ” and com­pa­ny.

One inter­est­ing detail struck us. “Heintz” alleged that the chef at the “Krosnopol­s­ki Hotel” was his “father’s old cook.” We won­der if that refers to his father’s alleged ser­vice in the SS.

In Mar­tin Bor­mann: Nazi in Exile, Paul Man­ning writes that SS offi­cers who had served after the war at “Kolonie Waldner”–the Bor­mann com­pound in the Three Bor­ders Area, were fed by for­mer SS mess chefs. (See text excerpts below.)

Is this what “Heintz” was dis­cussing with McKen­na?

Obvi­ous­ly, we have no way of con­firm­ing or dis­prov­ing what McKen­na relates, and, frankly, hal­lu­cino­genic drugs and the peo­ple who use them are a long way from home for us.

Nonethe­less, it is inter­est­ing to con­tem­plate if McKen­na’s tale is accu­rate. IF so, then the Max Planck Insti­tute would appear to be an impor­tant ele­ment of the Under­ground Reich, along­side the remark­able and dead­ly Bor­mann net­work.

IF that is the case, it sug­gests the POSSIBILITY that Palan­tir and many oth­er com­pa­nies at the cut­ting edge of tech­no­log­i­cal appli­ca­tion MAY be fronts for the Under­ground Reich.

True Hal­lu­ci­na­tions by Ter­ence McKen­na; Copy­right 1993 by Ter­ence McKen­na; Harp­er San Fran­cis­co; ISBN 0–06-250545–9; Chap­ter Title; “Waltz­ing the Enig­ma”.

EXCERPT: “The man­ag­er here has told me of your bio­log­i­cal research­es on Tim­or. Allow me to intro­duce myself. I am Dr. Karl Heintz of Far East­ern Min­ing and Min­er­als, Inc.”

My relief was imme­di­ate. Obvi­ous­ly this guy was­n’t some kind of Inter­pol pork­er come to track me down. But he had the look. He was pow­er­ful­ly built with swept-back, iron-grey hair and strik­ing­ly intense eyes of glacial blue. He sport­ed a schmiss on his left cheek, a long, thin scar. I had nev­er seen a schmiss before but the cross­word puz­zle term sprang into my mind unbid­den. I won­dered if he had received it in the tra­di­tion­al man­ner, in a sword duel that is part of the haz­ings that used to go on in the uni­ver­si­ty fra­ter­ni­ties of Prus­sia.

“As we are the only guests here at Rama Hotel, may I invite you to join my wife and me for some schnapps? I am keen to hear your per­cep­tions con­cern­ing Tim­or.”

The town was too small for me to refuse grace­ful­ly. Had I said no we would have end­ed up at sep­a­rate tables in the same five-table restau­rant. I hat­ed the idea of spend­ing time with straight peo­ple but there seemed no decent way to escape.

Hear­ing him speak brought his wife into the small foy­er to join us. She made the deci­sion eas­i­er, though I was care­ful to guard my reac­tion of amaze­ment. Only a year or two old­er than myself, maybe twen­ty five, she was stun­ning­ly beau­ti­ful, dark, sari-clad with huge fawn-like eyes, a gold nose ring, and many bracelets. In that trop­i­cal back­wa­ter her appear­ance was as unlike­ly as a fly­ing saucer; she was a vision of over­dressed Brah­man­ic per­fec­tion. Her name was Rani, and when she spoke her voice was cul­ti­vat­ed and musi­cal. Though she rarely spoke, her Eng­lish was bet­ter than his. This was no girl from the vil­lages. I con­fess that I was intrigued. What could I do but accom­pa­ny this pair? It was­n’t as though I had some­thing bet­ter to do.

Once we were seat­ed at the restau­rant with our quart bot­tles of Bin­tang beer in front of us, the con­ver­sa­tion began to flow and I start­ed to form an impres­sion of my com­pan­ions.

Dr. Heintz was, he said, a geol­o­gist with an out­fit in Sin­ga­pore. The year before, a sur­vey team had found evi­dence of a large deposit of nick­el that strad­dled the bor­der between Indone­sian and Por­tuguese Tim­or. He was there to con­firm their find­ings and to esti­mate the fea­si­bil­i­ty of a min­ing oper­a­tion. That seemed straight­for­ward enough, although there were ref­er­ences to a set of instru­ments that could some­how deter­mine the true size of the deposit. I knew very lit­tle of prospect­ing tech­nol­o­gy, but a device that could see hun­dreds of feet into the ground sound­ed far­fetched to me.

I gen­tly inquired about the lan­guage that I had heard them both speak­ing, think­ing this would lead him on to dis­cussing his wife. It turned out to be a favorite sub­ject of his. She was, he told me while she mere­ly sat and watched us both, a grand­daugh­ter of the Maha­rani of Maha­rash­tra. It seemed that Heintz had been in the mar­ket for a few hun­dred acres of prime Maha­rash­tran agri­cul­tur­al land and the old Maha­rani had a par­cel that she was will­ing to cut loose. This had lead to Heintz meet­ing Rani. Before the deal was closed, it was clear that a wed­ding would soon fol­low. He waxed elo­quent over the joys of trac­tor farm­ing in India, how he was real­ly a very sim­ple man, the joys of watch­ing the growth of a new crop, and so on. He was quite a raver, and I was con­tent to let him spin it all out. It seemed that he was a kind of vice-pres­i­dent in charge of oper­a­tions for the min­ing con­cern, a kind of trou­ble shoot­er real­ly. He ordered anoth­er beer and told a sto­ry about being ambushed by guer­ril­las dur­ing the start up of a big tin extrac­tion oper­a­tion in north­ern Thai­land. At the sto­ry’s cli­max he stood and lift­ed his shirt to dis­play for my edi­fi­ca­tion three neat scars across his chest. From a machine gun, he said.

“Any one of them could have killed me out­right. But no! I was pre­served, and the tri­umph of our com­pa­ny’s project was com­plete.”

Describ­ing the start up of a tin mine as a tri­umph seemed a bit overblown to me, but it was clear that I was in the pres­ence of one intense dude.

Hard­ly paus­ing he moved on to the time in Tan­za­nia when he alone, bare chest­ed and unarmed except for an axe, had strode into a crowd of six thou­sand angry work­ers dur­ing a strike at a baux­ite oper­a­tion. Mod­est he was not, but the sto­ries were well told and com­pelling. And stan­dards for din­ner con­ver­sa­tion in the warm trop­ics leave room for the self-aggran­diz­ing trav­el­er’s tale.

Even­tu­al­ly he turned his atten­tion to the com­pa­ny that he worked for. “FEMMI is no ordi­nary com­pa­ny, Herr McKen­na, please be assured of that. No. We are like a fam­i­ly. This is the source of our strength. And we have plans for the future. Very big plans.” I only nod­ded, think­ing it best not to inform him that I con­sid­ered large min­ing cor­po­ra­tions the scourge of the earth. But this devo­tion to his cor­po­ra­tion was no casu­al mat­ter, and he seemed unable to leave the sub­ject alone.

“Nowhere on earth is there a more close­ly knit and ded­i­cat­ed group than are we. We are bound like com­rades in arms. Each mem­ber of the core man­age­ment group is a genius in his or her own right.” He pro­nounced genius like “tche­nius.” “And why is that you must won­der? Ach, I am telling you why. It is because we, each one of us, has known the hor­ror of pri­va­tion, the depths of despair, and the glo­ri­ous feel­ing that comes from over­com­ing these things. We are unit­ed in our tri­umph, Herr McKen­na, and the sense of inevitable con­quest of dif­fi­cul­ty has made us invin­ci­ble!” At this last word, his voice rose and his fist descend­ed to the flim­sy table with such force that our quart bot­tles of Bin­tang jumped in reply.

See­ing my uncer­tain response, he con­tin­ued. “You are amazed to hear this, I see. Maybe you are ask­ing what pri­va­tions, what dif­fi­cul­ties? It is like this: we all lived through the Hitler times and the war. Ger­many was noth­ing after the war. There was not one stone upon anoth­er in my Berlin. In the ruins of Europe we were like cock­roach­es. May I tell you that the bank accounts of all the SS fam­i­lies were frozen. My moth­er, my poor aris­to­crat­ic moth­er, was reduced to sell­ing paint­ings from our estate in order to buy pota­toes to feed her­self and my younger sis­ter. Imag­ine this!”

“Oh no,” I thought, “Not Nazis. Is this guy telling me he was a Nazi?” I fought to get my look of hor­ror under con­trol, but now he was on a roll and seemed to take no notice.

“My father was cap­tured by the Rus­sians dur­ing the bat­tle for Berlin. He was hung like a dog in Moscow for war crimes. Can you imag­ine?

Ver­dammen Russ­ian schweinen talk­ing about war crimes? For all the SS it was like that.”

This con­ver­sa­tion was like a bad dream or a B‑movie. I looked over at his com­pan­ion who returned my gaze with utter impas­siv­i­ty. It seemed impor­tant to deflect the con­ver­sa­tion if only even slight­ly. “And you, Herr Heintz, what of your role in all of this?”

He shrugged. “I was a mere noth­ing. A Messer­schmidt pilot in the Luft­waffe. A good Ger­man only.” This last was said with­out a trace of irony. “Before the war I was a young engi­neer­ing stu­dent. The war changed every­thing. After the war, a few of us, my fel­low, young schol­ars from the Max Planck Insti­tute, gath­ered in the ruins of Berlin. We were fin­ished with ide­ol­o­gy, with the grand polit­i­cal dreams.”

This was the first good news in a while. I grate­ful­ly sig­naled the Indone­sian wait­er for anoth­er round of beer while Heintz con­tin­ued: “We were a small group, piti­ful real­ly, but unit­ed by our revul­sion at the hor­ror all around us. We deter­mined to build a new world for our­selves, a world based on two prin­ci­ples, two great pow­ers, the pow­er of cap­i­tal and the pow­er of sci­ence. We began slow­ly, with patents, process­es that had been dis­cov­ered at the Planck Insti­tute dur­ing the war, trade secrets real­ly. Care­ful­ly we expand­ed on this, we estab­lished our­selves in Sin­ga­pore. There was not a shoe­mak­er among us. Each mem­ber of our small team was a genius. Our furher was a pro­fes­sor who had trained us all, a true genius. His name was Max Bock­er­mann. It was he who held us togeth­er; it was his faith and strength that made it all pos­si­ble.”

The schmiss on his cheek had turned bright red at this turn of the con­ver­sa­tion. I had hoped that there were no fur­ther depths of dis­com­fi­ture to be plumbed in this con­ver­sa­tion but I was wrong, for now I saw that he was mov­ing, per­haps under the influ­ence of the third quart of Bin­tang, from pas­sion­ate inten­si­ty to out­right maudlin sen­ti­men­tal­i­ty. “No man has ever loved anoth­er as Bock­er­mann loved us. We are his kinder, his lit­tle birds, ja. When it seemed that there was no hope he inspired us; he made us believe in our­selves.”

Tears rose in his eyes at this, then he seemed to regain his self con­trol and con­tin­ued. “And what is the result? FEMMI, Herr McKen­na, Far East Min­ing and Min­er­als Incor­po­rat­ed. We have grown and pros­pered. From our offices in Sin­ga­pore we con­trol projects in eleven coun­tries.

Oil, nick­el, tin, baux­ite, uranium—we have it all. But we have more, we have love, com­pan­ion­ship, com­mu­ni­ty, and the pow­er to make our dreams come true.” At this he broke stride and reached over to put his hand on the thigh of the woman beside him. I looked away.

When I returned to his depth­less blue gaze his mood had changed. “But what about your­self, Herr McKen­na. It is clear that you are lead­ing the gyp­sy life.” He pro­nounced the word gyp­sy like chip­sy. “And we gyp­sies always have our sto­ries to tell. So what about you?”

I swal­lowed hard. He did­n’t look like the sort of per­son who would appre­ci­ate my sto­ries of fight­ing the police at the Berke­ley bar­ri­cades. . . .

. . . . “Last night you spoke of your ambi­tions to vis­it the Ama­zon. This is a com­mend­able dream. But believe me, I know the Ama­zon well, a jun­gle the size of a con­ti­nent; it is not like these islands here. Here you do well to stay with the priests and to make your expe­di­tions, one week, two weeks into the for­est. But in Ama­zon to do seri­ous work you will have to sus­tain your­self in the field for per­haps months. You will need a boat, equip­ment, bear­ers. Believe me, I know. It is not for shoe­mak­ers. There­fore I make you a pro­pos­al. You have said your work is near­ly com­plet­ed here, that you are going soon to Japan to earn mon­ey for South Amer­i­ca. Give up this plan and do instead the fol­low­ing.

FEMMI, as it turns out, has a deep inter­est in the Brazil­ian Ama­zon. Two years ago I was part of a resource assess­ment team that made some inter­est­ing dis­cov­er­ies. As it hap­pens we are send­ing our peo­ple back for a seri­ous sec­ond look. Our teams are thir­teen in num­ber and some of these are nat­ur­al sci­en­tists such as your­self. The new team is near­ly formed but Bock­er­mann, if he approves of you, would accept my rec­om­men­da­tion that you join the team as the thir­teenth mem­ber. You will be well paid, and our expec­ta­tions are only that you would com­plete the mono­graph that you have already planned. You see, by hav­ing sci­en­tists with us we can write off part of our tax lia­bil­i­ty, and any­how we are believ­ers in the worth of pure sci­ence. This plan must be cleared with Sin­ga­pore, but if they agree then you would go there near­ly imme­di­ate­ly.

You would meet Bock­er­mann. We give you den­tal check up, com­plete phys­i­cal, new eye­glass­es, two weeks of ten­nis to get you phys­i­cal­ly in shape. The cruise lin­er Rot­ter­dam will call in Sin­ga­pore in one month. We will ship three speed­boats spe­cial­ly out­fit­ted, all our equip­ment, and the team on the Rot­ter­dam. In Rio you will con­tin­ue train­ing two weeks at the Krosnopol­s­ki Hotel, where they have excel­lent ten­nis courts. And I tell you some­thing else, my father’s old cook is the chef there! We fat­ten you up some and then we give you your dream of the Ama­zon. Well, what do you say?” He sat back, evi­dent­ly very pleased with him­self. . . .

. . . . A full page had been reserved to announce that the Uni­ver­si­ty of Col­orado, in asso­ci­a­tion with the Max Planck Insti­tute for Neu­ro­phys­i­ol­o­gy, would co-spon­sor the next meet­ing of the World Con­gress of the Neu­ro­sciences. . . .

. . . . As my eyes roved over the crowd, I sud­den­ly expe­ri­enced some­thing very close to a phys­i­cal jolt. There, less than fifty feet away from me and near­ly direct­ly across the inter­ven­ing open space, sat Dr. Karl Heintz! I felt absolute amaze­ment. Heintz! Here! Could it be? Some­how I must have betrayed my agi­ta­tion to him, for as I watched in near dis­be­lief I saw him move his hand to the pock­et of his jack­et and with a fault­less­ly smooth motion remove his name tag and drop it into his pock­et. He did not even inter­rupt the ani­mat­ed Ger­man con­ver­sa­tion he was car­ry­ing on with the per­son sit­ting to his right.

I looked away, try­ing to pre­tend that I was unaware of him, had noticed noth­ing. The house lights dimmed and Man­fred Eigen, mag­nif­i­cent with his swept back shock of white hair, began his lec­ture. My mind raced. Was it all true then? Here he was! This was a Planck Insti­tute event. It must all be true. . . .

. . . . As the applause died down and the lights went up, peo­ple began to move toward the exits. Heintz was about fifty feet away talk­ing ani­mat­ed­ly to a cou­ple of rather toad-like col­leagues. But I could see that he was watch­ing me, and as I began to approach he excused him­self and began to move toward me. It was trans­par­ent­ly clear to me that this maneu­ver was exe­cut­ed to make cer­tain that we would be alone and our con­ver­sa­tion unheard when we met. I moved direct­ly into his oncom­ing path.

“Dr. Heintz. I believe that we met on Tim­or.” I extend­ed my hand.

Ignor­ing my out­stretched hand, he smiled broad­ly, but the schmiss per­cep­ti­bly red­dened. “Heintz? Heintz? My name is not Heintz. And I have nev­er been in Kupang.”

Then he turned quick­ly and rejoined his depart­ing col­leagues, adding to their ani­mat­ed assess­ment of Eigen’s per­for­mance. The word “Kupang” rang in my ears. The bas­tard was rub­bing my nose in it! . . . .

Mar­tin Bor­mann: Nazi in Exile by Paul Man­ning; p. 214.

EXCERPT: . . . . A bowl­ing alley down one side of the hangar pro­vid­ed about the only recre­ation, but the SS men I inter­viewed said that the best Ger­man cook­ing in the world was pro­vid­ed by for­mer SS mess sergeants, and that this was an incom­pa­ra­ble fea­ture of the din­ing room. . . .

Discussion

5 comments for “Waltzing the Enigma: Is This a Hallucination or a “True Hallucination?” (The Max Planck Institute and the Underground Reich)”

  1. I’m an admir­er of Ter­rance McKen­na and very sur­prised to find him ref­er­enced here. I’m famil­iar with FOOD OF THE GODS but not the book quot­ed in the post. Remark­ably, with­out the ben­e­fit of the infor­ma­tion pre­sent­ed here, I have in the past spec­u­lat­ed that Ter­rance (or some­one like him: with pow­er­ful ideas that don’t fit the fas­cist script) would be the tar­get of assas­si­na­tion by can­cer virus­es. This back­ground makes that kind of spec­u­la­tion even more inevitable for me. Did the Under­ground Reich, whom Ter­rance had the mis­for­tune of briefly brush­ing up against, kill him with a can­cer virus?

    Posted by Grumpusrex | September 2, 2013, 1:59 pm
  2. @Grumpusrex–

    When, and under what cir­cum­stances, did McKen­na die of can­cer?

    Obvi­ous­ly, I’m not famil­iar with him.

    Best,

    Dave

    Posted by Dave Emory | September 2, 2013, 2:58 pm
  3. I don’t know, Dave. It’s a high­ly spec­u­la­tive ques­tion on my part. All I know is what’s writ­ten on his Wikipedia page.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terrance_mckenna

    “glioblas­toma mul­ti­forme, a high­ly aggres­sive form of brain can­cer.” Dead at 53.

    I know that UR opper­a­tors or their fel­low trav­el­ers tar­get young and poten­tial­ly effec­tive polit­i­cal lead­ers before they can get to pow­er (Paul Well­stone, or John F Kennedy Jr. come to mind). Could­n’t this also be true for promi­nent aca­d­e­mics or intel­lec­tu­als? This lead me to spec­u­late about McKen­na’s death in the past. Then the infor­ma­tion in your post came long and the syn­chronic­i­ty of con­text could­n’t go with­out com­ment on my part.

    Be well,

    Posted by Grumpusrex | September 2, 2013, 9:46 pm
  4. Does any­one know more infor­ma­tion on this com­pa­ny when it came into pow­er and if it’s still around or called some­thing else?

    Posted by 🍄 man | October 14, 2019, 12:45 pm
  5. “Does any­one know more infor­ma­tion on this com­pa­ny when it came into pow­er and if it’s still around or called some­thing else?”

    I remem­ber look­ing this up many years ago and find­ing that indeed, there was a com­pa­ny called Far East Min­ing, though I could not find one called Far East Min­ing and Min­er­als, which is the spe­cif­ic name used in the McKen­na book. But that means lit­tle and, hell, Amer­i­can com­pa­nies change their names all the time, like the tobac­co com­pa­nies did or phar­ma com­pa­nies often do when they merge. Also, that McKen­na sit­u­a­tion played out over fifty years ago, so I would­n’t be sur­prised if the name had changed, even if it was just a cou­ple words.

    There was very lit­tle on the web about them at the time I looked, but I had a feel­ing that was the com­pa­ny and just moved on to oth­er top­ics.

    How­ev­er, upon revis­it­ing this top­ic recent­ly, I found some fair­ly strong evi­dence that this is an actu­al com­pa­ny, and one that is still in exis­tence!

    First, some clues from the Dok­tor in McKen­na’s book. Note: “Sin­ga­pore”, “nick­el”, and “Indone­sia”.

    ...Dr. Heintz was, he said, a geol­o­gist with an out­fit in Sin­ga­pore. The year before, a sur­vey team had found evi­dence of a large deposit of nick­el that strad­dled the bor­der between Indone­sian and Por­tuguese Tim­or. He was there to con­firm their find­ings and to esti­mate the fea­si­bil­i­ty of a min­ing oper­a­tion.

    NOTE: There is indeed a Far East Min­ing com­pa­ny in Sin­ga­pore!

    http://www.hoovers.com/company-information/cs/company-profile.far_east_mining_pte_ltd.7d29be23ed197cf1.html?aka_re=1

    FAR EAST MINING PTE. LTD.
    36 ARMENIAN STREET
    #04–04
    Sin­ga­pore, 179934 Sin­ga­pore

    NOTE: And here are some of the activ­i­ties they are involved in. Catal­ist is the Sin­ga­pore stock exchange, FYI.

    https://www.businesstimes.com.sg/companies-markets/silkroad-nickel-receives-writ-of-summons-over-reverse-takeover-fees

    ...CATALIST-LISTED Indone­sian nick­el min­ing group Silkroad Nick­el and its two exec­u­tive direc­tors have been named as defen­dants in a writ of sum­mons by four Malaysian-based lawyers who were involved in the reverse takeover of the com­pa­ny by FE Resources.

    The writ was filed in Sin­ga­pore’s High Court on Nov 27 by Lee Kien Han, Tee Yee Koon, Phang Soon Mun and Alvin Lee Sze Chang, Silkroad Nick­el announced on Mon­day morn­ing. Silkroad Nick­el’s major share­hold­er Far East Min­ing was also named as a co-defen­dant.

    The four plain­tiffs are seek­ing, among oth­ers, for Far East Min­ing to trans­fer “a cer­tain amount of the shares” that it holds in Silkroad Nick­el as con­sid­er­a­tion for “intro­duc­er fees” in con­nec­tion with the com­ple­tion of the reverse takeover. The con­sid­er­a­tion shares rep­re­sent about 16.3 per cent of Silkroad Nick­el’s exist­ing issued share cap­i­tal and about 7.9 per cent of its enlarged issued share cap­i­tal. The plain­tiffs also want the com­pa­ny to make amend­ments to its reg­is­ter of mem­bers to reflect their or their nom­i­nees’ inter­est in the con­sid­er­a­tion shares.

    Far East Min­ing has denied the claims made in the writ and informed Silkroad Nick­el “that it will vig­or­ous­ly defend its posi­tion”, but has nonethe­less com­menced dis­cus­sions with the plain­tiffs “to clar­i­fy the mat­ter and to seek an ami­ca­ble res­o­lu­tion to the mat­ter” and has giv­en assur­ance that it will keep Silkroad Nick­el noti­fied at all times on the mat­ter.

    Silkroad Nick­el not­ed that the claim by the plain­tiffs on the con­sid­er­a­tion shares, if suc­cess­ful, would not result in a change in con­trol of the com­pa­ny as Far East Min­ing will remain as the sin­gle largest con­trol­ling share­hold­er.

    “Based on the above, the com­pa­ny, which is not the main defen­dant, does not expect the writ to have any mate­r­i­al finan­cial impact on the com­pa­ny and the group nor is it expect­ed to affect the busi­ness oper­a­tions of the com­pa­ny and the group,” said Silkroad Nick­el.
    It said it is also seek­ing legal advice and will make the rel­e­vant announce­ments in com­pli­ance with Catal­ist list­ing rules on any mate­r­i­al devel­op­ment. It advised cau­tion in deal­ing in its shares.

    NOTE: Not much out there on Far East Min­ing, but they con­trol Silkroad Nick­el and there are more arti­cles out there on that com­pa­ny. Silkroad is in part­ner­ship with a Chi­nese com­pa­ny that con­trols 50% of Chi­na’s fer­ronick­el mar­ket. (fer­ronick­el being an alloy of iron and nick­el). Con­sid­er­ing the kind of enter­prise that Mcken­na had described to him over 50 years ago, any­body want to guess how many ten­ta­cles this group alone would have NOW? While Amer­i­ca is in a stu­pid, point­less trade and pro­pa­gan­da war with Chi­na, the Under­ground Reich is part­ner­ing with them.

    And, yes, I looked to see if I could find any info on Far East­’s man­age­ment and it is a black hole, as I would expect from a com­pa­ny run by Nazis and their like­ly famil­ial suc­ces­sors. It is also pos­si­ble that the Ger­man ele­ment sold the com­pa­ny to Asian inter­ests years ago, so who knows? The only human name I can find asso­ci­at­ed with the com­pa­ny is its for­mer CFO Eng Hoe Lim.

    http://www.athena-holdings.com/lim/index.html

    CONCLUSION: I think it is very like­ly that this Far East Min­ing group is the same group that McKen­na came across. The fact that the ONLY com­pa­ny in the world named “Far East Min­ing Group” is a Sin­ga­pore hold­ing com­pa­ny that con­trols a major nick­el min­ing firm oper­at­ing in Indone­sia seems to clinch it.

    Posted by Tiffany Sunderson | October 26, 2019, 8:23 am

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