Joe was already seated at café Algarve when Nelly Furtado arrived, her energy vibrant yet contemplative. She carried a notebook and a copy of The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, its cover slightly worn from use.
“Nelly, you’re glowing,” Joe said as she sat down. “What’s on your mind?”
Nelly smiled, her eyes scanning the horizon where the waves met the sky. “Big things, Joe. I’ve been thinking about world peace.”
Joe raised an eyebrow. “World peace? That’s a pretty tall order.”
“It is,” Nelly admitted, setting her notebook and book on the table. “But someone has to dream it, right? I’ve been reading The Alchemist again, and there’s this quote that keeps playing in my mind:
‘And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.’
Joe nodded, intrigued. “So, you think the universe can help us achieve world peace?”
“I do,” Nelly said earnestly. “But it’s not just about wishing for it. It’s about believing it’s possible and taking steps toward it. That’s why I’ve been following what António Guterres, the UN Secretary-General, has been doing. He’s been advocating for diplomacy, unity, and solutions to global crises. I think he has the vision and the heart to lead the world toward peace.”
Joe leaned back in his chair. “That’s ambitious. But how do you see it happening?”
Nelly opened her notebook, revealing pages filled with ideas and notes. “It starts with small, tangible actions—fostering dialogue, promoting education, addressing inequalities. But it also requires a shift in mindset. People need to believe that peace is achievable, that it’s worth fighting for in a different way—through words, compassion, and collaboration.”
Joe glanced at her notes, impressed. “And you think Guterres is the one to make it happen?”
“I think he’s a key figure,” Nelly said. “But it’s not just about one person. It’s about inspiring a movement. That’s where the quote comes in. If enough of us truly want peace, the universe will align to help us achieve it. It might sound idealistic, but every great change starts with a dream.”
Joe smiled. “You’ve always been a dreamer, Nelly. But you’re also someone who turns dreams into reality. So, what’s your role in all this?”
Nelly’s expression softened, but her determination was clear. “I want to use my platform to amplify the message. Through music, through conversations like this, through supporting initiatives that promote peace. I know I can’t do it alone, but I can be a part of the ripple effect.”
Joe nodded thoughtfully. “It’s a big dream, but I like it. And you’re right—if anyone can inspire people to believe in something bigger, it’s you.”
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting golden hues over the ocean, Nelly gazed out at the horizon. “It’s not just my dream, Joe. It’s humanity’s dream. And I truly believe the universe is ready to conspire with us, if we’re brave enough to ask.”
The two friends sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the conversation settling between them. In that quiet space, surrounded by the rhythm of the waves, Nelly’s hope for peace felt not just possible, but inevitable.
Joe had a somber look on his face, a rare departure from his usual easygoing demeanor.
“What’s on your mind, Joe?” Nelly asked, sipping her herbal tea.
Joe leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Nelly, you’ve been talking about world peace and the hope that leaders like António Guterres can guide us there. But there’s something I think you should know. Something that complicates the dream.”
Nelly tilted her head, intrigued but cautious. “Go on.”
Joe took a deep breath. “Have you ever heard of the phrase ‘masters of war’? It’s not just about generals or politicians—it’s about the people behind the scenes. The ones funding wars, profiting from them. Banking families, for example. The Rothschilds are one of the most famous names in this context.”
Nelly frowned slightly, her curiosity piqued. “I’ve heard the name, but what do you mean? How are they involved?”
Joe nodded. “The Rothschild family became incredibly wealthy and influential during the 18th and 19th centuries, largely through banking. They were pioneers in creating international financial networks. During wars, they funded both sides—loaning money to governments, often with high interest. It wasn’t just about the money, though. It was about power, influence, and control.”
Nelly set her cup down, her brow furrowed. “That’s… unsettling. But why would anyone want to perpetuate war? What’s the point?”
Joe sighed. “War is incredibly profitable. Governments borrow money to fund military campaigns, buy weapons, and rebuild after destruction. The ones lending the money—these banking families—earn massive profits from the interest. It’s a cycle. And beyond the financial gain, war destabilizes nations, making them easier to influence or control.”
Nelly’s eyes narrowed as she processed the information. “But how does this tie into today’s world? Are you saying this still happens?”
Joe nodded grimly. “Absolutely. The system has evolved, but the principles remain. Modern banking institutions, multinational corporations, and defense contractors play similar roles. It’s not just the Rothschilds anymore—it’s a web of powerful entities with vested interests in conflict.”
Nelly leaned back, her expression a mix of disbelief and determination. “If that’s true, then how do we even begin to fight against something so deeply entrenched?”
Joe’s face softened. “By staying informed. By questioning narratives. By supporting leaders and movements that genuinely seek peace and justice, not just profit or power. And by using platforms—like yours, Nelly—to spread awareness.”
Nelly nodded slowly, her resolve hardening. “It’s daunting, Joe. But if what you’re saying is true, it makes the quest for peace even more important. The world deserves to know who’s pulling the strings.”
Joe smiled faintly. “It’s a heavy truth, but I knew you’d understand. You’ve always been about more than just the surface. You’re not afraid to dig deeper, even when it’s uncomfortable.”
Nelly reached for her notebook, flipping to a blank page. “Then let’s dig. If we’re going to dream of peace, we need to know what we’re up against. And maybe, just maybe, the universe will conspire to help us expose the truth.”
As the rain pattered against the windows, the two friends sat in the glow of the lamplight, their conversation shifting between history, hope, and the challenge of dismantling systems built on war.
WHOA! Most excellent Nelly, I will help you on your most excellent quest for world peace.