Don Quixote Dies - The Passing of Neil Keenan
How I Became a Kid Brother to the Man Behind the Trillion-Dollar Lawsuit Against the Cabal
(Neil Keenan and Michael Henry Dunn in Jakarta, Indonesia, 2013)
“I’ll bring you over to Indonesia again as soon as the deal is done, buddy! We’ll have a blast - revisit Molly Malone’s Pub in Jakarta! And free the world while we’re at it! Ha, ha!”
Ironic that today of all days, St. Patrick’s Day, I should learn that my friend Neil Keenan is dead. It’s been about two years since we talked. Always, when we would reconnect, the news would be that “the deal is about to be done.” The untold trillions (quadrillions by some estimates) in the fabled Global Collateral Accounts would be released under the stewardship of The Keenan Group (i.e. - Neil himself as “Amanah,” M-1, or Monetary Controller reputedly appointed by the tribal Elders who had guarded the hidden troves since WW2). He would then erase the debt enslavement of humanity engineered by The Cabal (aka, the corrupt financial elite, Bilderberg Group, central banking families, et al) over the last 200 years, whereupon free energy would be brought out worldwide, and the military-industrial complex, Big Oil, Big Pharma and friends would be held accountable as a new era of peace and freedom began for all the world.
The Accounts are real. The gold is real. The story as I recorded it in my memoir (“Templar Return - A Memoir of Hidden Gold, The Rising Goddess, and The Restoration of Chivalry”) is, of course, simply my own experience of this remarkable, outrageous, gutsy, deeply flawed and semi-legendary figure.
He intended to be much more of a legend than he now is, of course. He will be seen, perhaps, by some who remember him, as a rather pathetic figure at the end. But not by me. He was a great and heroic soul in so many ways. He saw himself as Don Quixote, only his windmill monsters were not delusional figments of an overheated brain, but the all-too-real sociopathic hidden controllers of human history.
The moment calls to mind the final scene of the film, “Gladiator.” The hero bleeds to death as thousands watch, having vanquished the tyrant. And the woman who knew who he truly was calls out to the Colusseum, “He was a soldier of Rome. Honor him!”
So I will honor my friend Neil today. I republish below my chapter on our meeting and our work together. He changed my life…and in ways that will someday be appreciated, he changed the world. The dark places where he shone a light will never be hidden again. The dark factions which once feared his name may soon be in flight. He failed to achieve his dreams, but he exposed a nightmare for all the world to see.
I’m proud to have known you, Neil - and to have helped tell your story for a while.
Slan leat saol nua, a dheaarthair!
Michael
ACCIDENTAL FREEDOM FIGHTER - How a Chance Writing Gig Led to a Dangerous New Career
(An excerpt from the recently published book, “Templar Return - A Memoir of Hidden Gold, the Rising Goddess, and the Restoration of Chivalry,” available on Amazon, copyright Michael Henry Dunn, 2023)
CHAPTER FOUR - I had listened to several on-line interviews with Neil Keenan, where he faced the tough and incisive questioning of alternative journalist Kerry Cassidy, whose “Project Camelot” website had forged a role as a haven for whistle-blowers from inside the corrupt elite (aka The Cabal), as well as providing wide-ranging reports on a host of subjects ignored by mainstream news, from alien abduction to elite pedophilia rings and financial corruption. I knew he sounded like a cross between a “Good Fellah” mobster and Sana Claus, but what he would be like in person, I had no idea.
The best description I can give of my friend Neil (and yes, we are still friends – at least as of this writing, as Neil likes to fight with everybody, even - or especially - his friends) is to suggest that you imagine someone as brash and often coarse as Donald Trump, but with a whimsical splash of Irish charm and disarming candor, blended with a street-fighter’s cunning and the ability to effectively utilize a terrifying streak of dark rage when it suited him. To walk through a high-end Jakarta shopping mall with Neil Keenan was to follow in the wake of a scoundrel Pied Piper who was almost always either flirting or fighting or singing – and sometimes all three at once.
The essential difference between Keenan and Trump (whom Keenan admires) is that Keenan actually cares about something other (and higher) than himself.
When I first heard his voice that day on the dusty back road off the far end of Roscoe Boulevard in the Valley, he was in his charmer mode – engaging and amusing, with the customary bravado necessary to a foolhardy Don Quixote taking on real giants rather than windmills. He liked my work, he told me, and the fee was acceptable – and would be handled through Jean Haines. The plan was to re-file the lawsuit within a few weeks, with new evidence then being gathered from various sources. Epic events were in the works, he told me, in which he would be making his own “Announcement Speech” disclosing the freeing of the Global Collateral Accounts to the world, standing side by side with the Indonesian Elders, representatives of the Dragon Family, as well as select diplomats from “The Consortium.”
The Consortium was a loose group of more than 60 nations who had sent representatives to a secret meeting on a large yacht in Monaco in October of 2011. A former Swiss government finance official sympathetic to Keenan’s aims offered to arrange the gathering, the aim of which was to effect a major restructuring of global finances through the freeing of the Collateral Accounts from Cabal control. A prominent scion of the Rockefeller clan attempted to board the yacht and effectively “crash” the meeting, but Keenan physically blocked him at the foot of the gangplank.
“Don’t you know who I am?” inquired Jay Rockefeller. “Yeah,” responded Keenan. “You’re exactly who we don’t want on this boat.” When Rockefeller tried to brush past, he nearly ended up in the water, whereupon his bodyguards went into protective mode…but apparently Senator Rockefeller decided to take another approach. He left the scene. Within minutes the yacht was repeatedly buzzed by unmarked Black Hawk helicopters. The Swiss official called in reinforcements, as French jets then buzzed the Black Hawks, which withdrew, leaving the meeting to proceed in peace.
The meeting produced an informal agreement referred to as The Monaco Accords, which constituted one of the several weapons in Keenan’s arsenal in his war with the Cabal: the Trillion Dollar Lawsuit; the support of the Indonesian Elders who guarded the assets; cooperation from the Dragon Families (who actually had ancient claim to some 85% of the assets); and, most crucially, possession of The Black Book which recorded the corrupt elite’s criminal defrauding of the Global Accounts. Copies of the Book had, of course, been made and stored in various vaults, including one controlled by Keenan’s attorney, with instructions to release the book to the world on the Internet if any harm came to Neil Keenan.
It will, of course, be clear that this was all highly perilous stuff for a mild-mannered writer/researcher working for a monastery. Keenan would, in fact, survive several attempts on his life – and a close friend of his, Joe, who knew too much, did not survive. Joe had been helping Neil on the case, and had contacted U.N. Secretary General Ban Ki Moon, who indiscreetly revealed to Joe how money-laundering on this massive scale actually worked. Joe called Neil to tell him of the revelations, saying, “I can’t tell you over the phone. I’ll see you in a couple days.”
Joe never made it, as he was found dead on the floor of his front hallway the next day.
By the time I came on the scene, Keenan’s team needed to get the word out to the world that the Elders were preparing to stand with him to restore the Global Accounts assets to their proper guardians. I was working feverishly on the preface to the lawsuit, sending drafts to Keenan in Indonesia, and making revisions according to his notes. The 125 pages of the lawsuit itself made compelling reading, but without the context of the history of the Collateral Accounts, the court would be handicapped in its understanding of the case.
In late November of 2012, Jean Haines asked me if I had any experience in editing video footage. Keenan had been filmed in his hotel suite in Jakarta, Indonesia telling the story to the world of receiving the blessing of the Elders to manage the untold trillions in the Global Accounts – and the footage was a little rough. This was the “cage rattling” for the Cabal which the Elders had urged him to manifest as soon as possible, to prevent another major “terrorist” false flag attack by Cabal agents.
Jean sent me the footage. By this time, after 20 years in Los Angeles, working on the edges of the film industry while mainly focused on my meditation community, I was fairly savvy about presentation and public relations…and I was dismayed by the footage. I would later learn that Neil Keenan is pretty much a force of nature, and is also possessed of abundant charm – a street-fighter with a heart of gold, one might call him. But the raw footage showed a somewhat heavy-set 60-ish leprechaun with a shock of white hair, in a flowered shirt, wearing a Boston Red Sox baseball cap, sitting on a big couch, with a discarded pair of socks visible on the floor. In his unpretentious and earthy way, but somewhat nervously (presumably not used to the camera), he talked about the blessing ceremony, and of the soon-to-be-realized goal of freeing the Assets for global humanitarian programs, promising everyone an extra Merry Christmas, with a Santa Claus twinkle in his eye.
I was acutely conscious as I viewed the footage that we were essentially asking the awakening people of the world to trust this scruffy-looking guy with the “Good Fellas” accent with the historically epic task of helping to defeat the corrupt elite, to liberate trillions in gold from the iron grip of the Cabal and shepherd the assets into desperately needed humanitarian programs. The seven minutes of footage, left to itself, did not do justice to the historic context, nor to the guts, moral courage, and nobility that this rough character was displaying in this dangerous battle. The rumpled shirt, the baseball cap, the socks on the floor – this was classic Neil Keenan (as I would learn when I spent many days with him in that same hotel suite in the months to come) – but it would be a tough sell to a world audience looking for hope.
I suggested that a brief video introduction to the footage of Neil was needed, to set the stage and present the context, to “edify” him in the eyes of the viewer, so that his mission and his accomplishments would be taken seriously. I offered to draft a script and create graphics to briefly tell the story of the Global Accounts in just a few minutes, with a smooth segue into an introduction of Keenan. I finished the script overnight and sent it to Neil. The next day I was told to get to work fast – he had been warned that time was short, and an attempt to trigger war might come within days. Fortunately, I had an enormously talented video graphic artist to work with (who strictly warned me that his name must not appear – helping defeat the Cabal was fine…he just didn’t want anyone to know he had helped me.)
I was skeptical of the notion that a world war might erupt if I didn’t meet the deadline…but I wasn’t about to take the chance.
Working nearly 24-7, we completed “The Changing of the Guard” as a YouTube video, attaching the Keenan speech at the end, within three feverish days. On the final night, my friend asked me what YouTube account we should use. Worn out, exhausted, and without thinking of the implications, I said, “Whatever’s easy – use mine.”
Upload complete…and published. I sent Keenan and Jean Haines an email with the YouTube link, and staggered home to the room I rented in a boarding house in the rough East L.A neighborhood where I then lived because of its proximity to my job.
Waking in the pre-dawn darkness, I reached for my cell phone to check David Wilcock’s blog for any updates on Cabal activities in his “Financial Tyranny” series. Blinking groggily at the screen, I saw an updated headline: “Neil Keenan Steps Out – Thanks to Michael Henry Dunn.”
“Oh, God - I’m toast,” I said to myself.
Wilcock – along with everyone else who viewed the video (which Wilcock described as “brilliant”) – would see my name all over the YouTube account, along with my meditation-chant videos, my Charles Dickens “A Christmas Carol” performance, my work on the Shakespeare authorship controversy, plus lots of personal details on this eccentric Michael Dunn fellow who had just gone public in taking on the corrupt global elite. Neil Keenan had given Wilcock some rather garbled information on me, such as that I had been “a producer at NBC” – a far cry up the ladder from my actual stint as a story analyst in the Movies and Mini-series division at CBS.
David Wilcock had now also read my Obama speech, saying it displayed the “vision and vibration of Thomas Jefferson.”
“Oh, jeez – I am really toast,” I mumbled again.
The video did not go “mildly viral.” It sent seriously viral. David Wilcock’s blog had an audience of a quarter million at that time, and the link was widely reposted. A German woman I knew would later say to me, “you made that guy a legend, Michael Dunn – what is happening in the world? You must know, yes?”
I was now an officially baptized alt-media freedom fighter.
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