Chapter 1 – Unforgettable
At 3:55 pm Jesse Street admired fifteen pelicans in a perfect “V” clearing bungalow eaves by little more than three feet. Instinctively they saw indicators and rode invisible updrafts to propel their jaunts along this stretch of Vilano Beach.
He turned and focused on the Dell. On the wide screen a “dashboard” displayed a lot of red ink. He had deviated from rules, lured away from a plan for sport in the hallowed tech darling, CSCO. Solid company, but an acquisition by Cisco and timing of a hedge fund were not his. Proverbial buy ratings by analysts’ positioned with seductive news, or a stellar earnings release were all part of the game and fair basis for investment but a horrible signal of a trade. And it wasn’t his focus or that of a million swing traders who waited on him.
He exited the darling. He tallied the day’s red to see the damage, nodded and smiled to the error. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the serious game he loved and played would suddenly change to upset plush flats on the Street. He clicked to punch out the Dell. It was vernacular from another life – to trip a turbine.
He parked the heavy brown leather chair to the desk pensively and looked at her. Just a framed image of the only girl who tugged at his heart. He recalled her voice, mostly her tearful admonitions, all intermingled with a discreet scent of fragrance. He thought of her in moments like this when uncertainty draped over him acknowledging he cared for her more than he wanted to.
The screen went dark and with a deadpan smirk Jesse uttered the word “tuition” relegating today’s loss an educational expense and ironic for a man of his skill. A mere loss for sport wasn’t important but it affirmed his concerns that his good friend was right. Jesse’s remarkably intuitive system which prevented errors like this for millions of smaller traders would make him a target in the sights of ghouls.
Jesse grabbed the printout of countless lines of Python code about the weight of a Glock. Repeatable methods were dangerous in a world of finance ruled by literal kings. The machine of concepts he had cobbled together netted incredulous gains, raising eyebrows of Internal Revenue and now the illustrious SEC. And it would be sought by power brokers, and acquired by the unsavory breed or Jesse Street would be eliminated. The system of methods was still in beta but it had clearly already been vetted.
At 7:00 AM in the premarket on Monday tests would resume, following a weekend for strategizing and a Glenlivet in a lowball.
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Monday morning came with a Ron’s Art painting of a rust-orange sun that sat over low tide silhouetting two joggers on the beach. Black coffee with a hint of molten chocolate blended with the cedar wood interior and infused the morning air inside his two-story bungalow on Vilano Beach just up from The Reef.
Just off the den in a large office, two twin Sceptre 24-inch Professional LEDs shone brightly over dark oak floors. The screens each displayed a separate Index, each with a green 2-line average running through price swings and a slow Stochastic, one of the Nasdaq’s three-Qs and one of the SPY which followed the Standard & Poor’s 500 Index.
Jesse gulped the black joe. Impressive, he though. He had brewed it a bit strong. But for a Navy guy, it was impressive.
A yearning wolf howling at the moon could be seen on the only squadron mug Jesse owned from his six-year naval service. Tanned, strong hands on the cup conveyed an age of patience and a certain confidence. VMAQ-3 Moon Dogs was the last squadron to fly the EA-6B Prowler for the Marines before being replaced by the Growler, which to the Navy had issues.
Jesse held the squadron mug like a Navy chief propped in the Office doorway. He was transfixed on a nearly invisible current in the QQQ’s, a pattern which he spotted 20 feet away. Jesse’s father had warned him: “Never take vengeance on the market…” Jesse agreed, but its players were fair game. He gulped the joe.
He woke up with clarity about his trade asset. The ex-Prowler pilot had already begun plotting Monday’s assault on his suiters.
Jesse was not new to the market of giants and their games. Going on 20 years now in a zero-sum game of trading and reconnaissance, he had undoubtedly been humbled by the market before, but there was a strange solace in owning one’s mistake and being summarily schooled by a million traders. It was not unlike that calm after a fair whooping which he deserved. His dad loved him and after such a reminder Jesse knew his dad’s love more certainly than before it.
Friday’s mistake of sport and loss was immaterial for it refined a deep-seated rage aimed at those who wielded market forces. With normalcy for the Street’s state of affairs they bashed oblivious traders and conservative investors who doubted such forces had intent.
Barely three years ago over a vexed three-day span in February 2020, it was stubbornness in a position contrary to even his own advice, that led to a loss few recover from. The irony of having predicted three days before the whooph of the 2020 market crash still nagged at him.
Discussing synthesized signals juxtaposed with the impending doom of COVID, he held a contrary position “for just one more day”. Untimely courage betrayed a promising insight.
It was Thursday, February 20th, when premarket futures put the Dow down over 400 points, leaving a vacuum to be filled by furious, angry swing trades. Selling lasted all day and into the next and didn’t stop until April 7, 2020. On March 16 the largest drop ever for 2,997 points on the Dow Index. And yet, crystal clear SIGNALS based in divergence articulated in multiple forms averted this crash for anyone able to see them and heed!
Ironically, it was that 2020 loss that led him to freedom, an epiphany, and a change of mind his Dad would call repentance. His father worked hard to forge a broker’s path with Merrill Lynch, Pierce, Fenner & Smith. Having come from meager means, Jesse always believed his money was a loan so he generally strived to be a good steward of it. That day he had failed to.
He had recovered well though. He set hard rules and grappled together intrinsic truths on market behaviors. Elliott Wave, Fibonacci, and indicators like Stochastic he studied daily. Over the years he interpreted divergence in numerous unpublished forms and correlated patterns to synthesize 14 time-tested irrefutable market SIGNALS.
Interpretations of indicators, which might have kept from destruction unfathomable fortunes, were yet unknown.
These signals — were his interpretations of market indicators which have been available to anyone for decades but manifest in charts only what they expect, conventional patterns for the ordinary ivey league finance doctorates. But no one saw indictors or used them the way Jesse Street did. They were distinct renditions, but all expressed essentially the same predictive warnings — a portrayal of weakness in a seemingly strong price trend. The signals were mathematical “tells” which hedge funds and market pros would be unable to cloak or conceal and yet nearly undetectable by the masses.
And now the almighty Barrington-Ellis wanted them, or such was the rumor.
When a market price or index rallies and spurts higher almost irritatingly so, these signals would all of a sudden protest clamorously in disagreement. It was a breakthrough! But Jesse knew it came as a blessing in the midst of genuine indignant sorrow, behind loss and contrition.
“A wise man gathers his wealth gradually.” An utterance from young King Solomon, who when assuming Israel’s throne could have asked for anything, but instead he asked for wisdom to lead God’s people well. Solomon’s proverb in a businessman’s bible seemed to come to mind when Jesse was tempted by the flailing notion of “taking vengeance on the market”. Convention held the notion to be a bad idea. And yet with these interpretations, for whoever possessed them, the ugly notion of vengeance on a market was now possible.
Jesse took a large gulp of the lukewarm java and drew closer to the monitor. He had ferreted out another instance. On the Dell, right there: The Nasdaq’s QQQ in conjunction with the Williams% rendered divergence. Jesse’s discreet interpretation: Price said UP, while the Indicator said NO! He chuckled in amazement, for as of that moment he knew today’s agenda for the Nasdaq, and those who pushed it higher.
The patterns were his discovery, for he had not seen them displayed in any book on the subject, by Brian Hale or Fred McAllen, in Technical Analysis for Dummies, or even works by John Murphy, who was a proponent for use of divergences.
They bore semblance to the forces surrounding market weakness, disagreement, and divergence from the upward price trend even as prices rocketed to higher highs. It was coincidental with other chart patterns like divergence, which was often scoffed at by one brand of investor, who loved to slur, “Pure Magic!” But for Jesse, it was proven and produced a steady stream of income as it would for an army of small traders who knew of him, but not by name.
He rifled through its intuitive graphics, his interpretations of renowned tools. He agonized and pondered his response to the mammoth, the supposed investment banking firm. They were more the raucous hedge fund!
Jesse shook his head in horror and disbelief at how they managed to find him.
Barrington-Ellis. Terrific.
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Dear Reader,
Thank you for hanging with me. As promised this text will leave you enriched, enlightened, and armed with actual SIGNALS to help improve your performance and income as a trader or your gains as a seasoned investor.
Intermingled in the story as promised are sufficient examples, explanation, and illustrations to enable a reader to visualize simply these fabulous SIGNALS, and understand why they work. They are in my experience hands-down the best, most repeatable methods for capturing recurrent income or improving investor gains.
Our only goal is for the swing trader or investor to be able to follow along and grasp these very critical keys to swing trading in an otherwise volatile, or seemingly unpredictable market.
Godspeed and please join us in Chapter 2.
Charlie Whooph, Producer – the Whooph
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SIGNALS Addendum: Quick List contains illustration, explanation and teaching on the topic of charts, technical analysis and clear SIGNALS to help you navigate the market’s murky waters.
An investor or a trader, it didn’t matter, using SIGNALS could quickly and easily reference roughly fourteen graphic patterns and theoretically know just how to play any stock or ETF with a language of subtlety.
SIGNALS’ Quick List provides proven tools to enable an investor or trader to select any index ETF or stock, identify impending swings, capture recurrent income, andlock-in that income or gains.
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