posted on Jun, 8 2007 @ 02:24 PM
'Illuminati' is a term that's been popularised in recent decades in particular by Wilson and Icke for example. It means different things to
different people and for some reason has come be accepted as describing a group of actual people, possessing unimaginable esoteric knowledge, wealth
and thus power.
Ordinary folk appear content to accept that a powerful, shadowy group meets in secret luxury to decide the fate of the world's population, wars,
establishment of new-worlds in space, etc. Perhaps it's the natural progression as far as beliefs go, for those who accepted Superman, Batman, the
Terminator, etc. as true during their formative years.
Take a detached look at Blair, Bush, Kissenger, Cheyney, Rumsfeld and their ilk. What do you see?
If you're seeing the same as I, they are all middle-aged to elderly and in poor physical condition. Listen to them speak: what do you hear? Does
'rank stupidity, ego, arrogance and a certain effeminacy sum it up?
Now look at the European Royal Families: subject them to the same analysis. Anyone grab your attention as far as superior intellect or integrity is
concerned? Nope? No, I don't see any of that either.
Ok, swing your gaze now to the 'scientists' about whom we hear so much and with regard to whom we're probably expected to feel at least awe. But
are they awe-inspiring? No? No, I don't hold them in awe either. Usually, they are lucky to be able to hold together a relationship with the
family cat. Big on math and that's about it.
So next we turn to the rarified world of Big Business. This is where the heads of major mining, banking and financial, pharmaceutical, medical,
industrial and other organisations hang out. They're the ones who make/sell the land-mines and bombs, heavily-promoted 'life-saving' drugs and
medical equipment, poisonous toothpastes and cola, life-sapping loans, etc. What do you see? Lots of middle aged and elderly men in expensive suits.
They have bad breath and prostate problems. They gulp Viagra with their antacids.
Who's left? The military hierarchy? The intelligence service heads? Assorted media barons? Religious big-shots. Sundry politicians and heads of
minor nations? The odd legal giant or two?
That's your 'illuminati' today.
Take off their suits and over 90% of them have protruding or sagging bellies. They sleep poorly. Their digestion is shot. They have varicose veins
and hearing aids, false teeth, false hair and orthopedic trusses to hold up their sagging, atrophied genitals. Most of them are sexually impotent and
addicted to sexually deviate practices. There's usually no one person in their lives whom they even remotely genuinely love. Because they've
learned that everyone has a price and can be bought. They believe in no god. They hope that when they die, everything will become black: simple
black nothingness.
Put them together in a luxurious 'secret location'. They go through the ritual of lots of Meet & Greet. Lots of back-slapping and Hail Fellow Well
Met. False smiles, false laughter. They dont' pretend to look 'serious' or 'deep'. Because what they engage in is neither. It's fun, or as
close to 'fun' as these ghouls get. Lots of prostitutes: male, female, child and other. Ho Ho laughter.
Then, they pretend to cut to the chase. There's a short-list. Out of the above, there's a 'secret chamber'. They're only those ennumerated
above, just less of them. That way, they keep the others on their toes and can wrest favours out of them for subsequent favourable decisions from
those in the Inner Sanctum.
What they discuss is so prosaic, yet so inhumane, it would literally make you dry retch if you were a fly on the wall as they discuss just which
nations will be supported, which repressed, during the coming six months period. Boredly, they decide where the next 'war' (or recession, etc.)
will break out and who and what will be used to initiate it, based on the country-in-questions natural assets (oil, minerals, etc). And how this will
be portrayed and fed to the gullible public by the media. They divide the spoils: the contracts, the supplies, the 're-building', the munitions,
those who'll install utilities, those who'll determine the 'educational policies' and marketing and products, the 'health issues' (increases in
diabetes, AIDS, ADHD, etc. and 'life saving drugs' to treat same). Just your future and mine and that of our neighbours and children and
great-grandchildren, etc.
Then they break for lunch. These get-togethers --- sometimes described as 'summits', are basically the same any other 'seminar' aka: junket.
Some will spend the afternoon sight-seeing with a difference (obscene displays organised for the many pedophiles and other deviates, for example).
Others will play golf. Others will enjoy a medicated doze.
Most of them don't trust the others, but then they don't feel too anxious, because each has the measure of the other. They all hold information on
the rest that would destroy them if it were revealed. They're criminals, common criminals. They speak each other's language. They've always been
around.
There's a bit of jostling for position, just as in any organisation. Decisions are made to 'terminate' some while others are brought up through
the ranks. Tony Blair is perhaps the most nauseating, with his alternating personaes squealing variously: ' Am I a good little boy, huh, huh, am
I?' with the occasional ' I'm an elder statesman in the Churchill mould and you'd better damn well take me seriously, for I am a Man with a wife
and children to prove it, no matter what my pink shorts reveal about me ! ' Gimme the money, Gimme the money -- and make sure you have my good
profile in shot before you click that damn camera !'
Bush squeaks around, making the usual horses' ass of himself. His contribution is to get drunk, grope everything in sight and make idiotic
half-remarks before falling in a pool of his own vomit. He's not a member of the Inner Sanctum: Cheyney is or was. He writes Bush's speeches and
when he has the strength, he shoves his arm up Bush's backside and works the Bush mouth for the cameras. Rumsfeld usually spends his time at
'summits' trying to rape the furniture while screaming anti-muslim obscenities. The Goon Squad.
The real deals are made by a select group of the World's Most Ordinary Looking men. National leaders are then memoed their instructions and a cheque
bearing a Swiss Bank mark is stapled to the top of the instructions.
Surprisingly, most of the above 'world shapers' are avid occultists, in the mould of your Aunty Daisy. They attend seances and fly plump,
semi-stupid middle-aged 'mediums' to their private estates, for a 'reading'. They consult their private astrologer for their horoscope readings.
They carry weird amulets and childish 'lucky charms' on their person. They have 'lucky slippers' and their personal assistants have to cart their
special foods and childhood Teddy bears around for them.
Illuminati ? Sorry.
Those with real knowledge live in stone cottages in remote areas of France, Scotland, Australia, the US, etc. They say little. They live simply.
Very occasionally, they feel compelled to contact each other. When they do, they say: ' It's looking bad around 15th September. We'd better do
something. It'll be a stop-gap measure at best. Have to tell you, I won't be around much longer. Six month and that's it. I'll write you with
a contact number. He's young with a lot to learn, but he's powerful. Do your best. Bye.'
That's your 'illuminati'. They're the guys trying to put the brakes on the criminal cabals. You wouldn't recognise them if they bumped into you
in the street. No wands. No wizards cloaks. No oak-panelled secret chambers. No organised membership. No names.
It's always been this way.