When AK was around 16 years old, he left the comfort of his village to discover the world of his ancestors. He made his way by canoe and on foot for several days through unfamiliar lands to the port of Merauke on the southern coast of Papua. Here he had his first encounter with modern civilization when he was swindled by an English sailor out of the two artworks he brought with him to trade.

Rather than go back home empty handed, he decided to take a huge risk and stowed away on a Dutch cargo ship. Here he would be treated to a crash course in Indonesian geography, visiting many of the major ports in the enormous archipelago.

When the captain first discovered him, he very nearly stranded AK on Maluku, but luckily for AK, he was a hard worker and quite personable – and, mysteriously, he spoke excellent English. As the Flemish captain himself could not speak much English, and, in fact, despised the English, this particular skill kept AK on board.

During the long voyage he also impressed the crew with his ability to quickly pick-up bits and pieces of the many languages spoken on board. He had a great thirst for knowledge and was still excited to see the world his father had planted in his imagination when he was a boy. His friendly and easy manner would stand him in good stead many times on his long travels.

Among the crew were three Rohingya muslims from Arakan in Burma who were particularly kind to AK. One of them had learned English while working for a wealthy Indian man setting up an import/export business in Sittwe, and could speak easily with AK. He helped AK follow the geography of their journey and told him a little bit about each place they visited.

After a long stop in Singapore, the ship carried on through the Strait of Malacca making its way up to Burma, around the coast of India, into the Gulf of Oman, around the Arabian peninsula to Yemen and Somalia, and up through the Red Sea and the Suez Canal.

The stark contrast between rich and poor in all the places he visited was a constant theme in AK’s observations. Much later, he would look back on these travels as if he was following a trail of devastation like breadcrumbs leading inexorably back to his grandfather and Standard Oil.

The ship made its way through the Mediterranean and up the western coast of Europe, finally arriving at its destination, the sprawling Port of Rotterdam.

AK found odd jobs around the port, and stayed in cheap hostels or with fellow laborers. He eventually befriended a Polish immigrant who operated a raw herring stand in a few of the city’s large outdoor markets. His friend rented him a small room in his house, and told him stories of Poland during the war, the holocaust, postwar Stalinist purges, and much of Europe’s history in this century.

AK also studied his own family’s history again, and began to understand his ancestors’ role in shaping the world of today. He was becoming aware that the achievements of his forefathers came at a great price to the rest of the world, and that the insane wealth created by oil perpetuated a culture of death and corruption that surrounds the extraction of oil whereever it’s found.

He began to understand his father’s decision to leave it all behind.

Nevertheless, AK thought he might be accepted by his family, and could appeal to them to help him dismantle their devastating empire for the good of mankind. That thought didn’t last long, however, as he was completely rejected by his family and denied any access to them outright. They continue to shun AK to this day.

However, he is not entirely without sympathizers within the Rockefeller empire. At least someone on the inside believes AK’s story could be true, and this has kept AK alive despite his open hostility towards Rockefeller business interests and several attempts to claim his rightful share of the family fortune.

In the course of his study of history, AK eventually also became aware of the real political situation in his homeland of Papua. He learned about how his family concealed their knowledge of massive gold and copper reserves in West Papua, and manipulated US politicians, including JFK, into supporting the illegal Indonesian takeover of West Papua in order to ensure absolute ownership of Papuan resources by pawns of the Rockefeller family.

In fact, it became clear that all of US policy with respect to West Papua has been directed by the interests of Freeport-McMoran. As usual, the excuse for US support of Indonesia’s slow genocide in West Papua was to prevent Soviet influence from gaining a foothold in Indonesia. The excuse now for continuing to support the well-documented abuses in West Papua is to prevent Chinese influence.

Since Freeport-McMoran funds most of the human rights abuses perpetrated by the Indonesian military and Kopassus special forces in West Papua – more than the Indonesian government itself does – one might even place the lionshare of the blame for the plight of Papua on the Rockefellers and their cronies in business and politics.

This was a devastating realization for AK. In seeking to honor his ancestors, he came to understand that the culture that he knew and loved was under threat of permanent extinction due largely to the actions of his own family! How could he ever return home knowing who he was?

He had come full circle, and knew that he must devote his life and resources to the cause of Papuan freedom and independence from Indonesia. He could no longer stand idly by while his people were beaten, killed and marginalized. He also resolved in that moment to become a champion of all the oppressed, stateless, and indigenous populations of the earth.

In that same moment, he realized in a vision that there would come a day where all those oppressed peoples would rise up together, and through smart strategy and mobilization of the media, would bring about a new way of thinking, a new relationship with the earth, and a new humanity, free from the shackles of greed and oppression.

AK spent the next few years earning his way back home, working on ships and making more stops along the way – learning, engaging, connecting. He has reached the radar of the CIA, KGB, Kopassus and numerous other international intelligence agencies, as well as Interpol and even Al Queda.

Eventually, he returned to his homeland where his adventures continued. In the next chapter, AK finds himself starving, lost and desperate in the jungles of Papua, when he meets the elusive guerilla warrior, Yorris Fatid. Coming soon…