To the brotherhood of the Skull and Bones society, the “right” and “left”, mirror images in fact of “right” and “wrong” are a mere
control mechanism, seen as a contrived mechanism of order and chaos, the clash of opposites
in order to control the opposites, they think they can control the outcome of society, in essence controlling the nature of humanity itself.
Simple, in fact, as divide and conquer, a war against peace, proclaiming peace when in fact they are at war with its very nature to establish total
control through projecting whichever is necessary at the time, controlled order, or uncontrollable chaos.
Each time, like the steps of giants, walking over the world, and the little people who are seen as beneath them, because they were not either born
into money, or they are not worthy of the society created in secret meetings, fifteen new members recruited a year, and utilizing war as their march
towards peace, and through peace marching towards war in a Spartan manner in complete and utter control of their environment.
I say in a “Spartan” manner here, of course, because Spartan’s know war, I know it myself, yet would never sink to the level of depravity of
these men of power in betraying mankind by sedition against one’s country for the “greater good” of the brotherhood of The Order through
complete domination of society. This to me, is treason against humanity itself, leveraging the lives of many to serve the few power elite.
In order to become an initiate of The Order, you have to submit to power through telling secrets which give over power to those among your brethren,
in essence guaranteeing you lose power to gain power, and that your power can be taken away via blackmail, deceit, and warfare among the clan of
brothers, in the ultimate “brotherhood” where stabbing each other in the back is seen as an art form instead of a betrayal.
Order in chaos, and chaos in order in a magnitude of numbers, many men, conspiring against the people of the world, betrayal of their country upon
their lips in their oath.
All oaths before this oath, and all oaths after this, hold no power over this oath and the service of the brotherhood…
When the brotherhood meets together, the meeting is called to order with a hearty cheer of
“Bonesmen”
and the answering call of…
“ALL HERE”.
The Order : The many names of the secret society on top of the order of secret societies.
For those who are either initiates or members, it is simply called The Order.
Chapter 322 is yet another name of this secret society, a German secret society no less.
In 1833, it came to Yale, and an American chapter was founded, by General William Huntington Russell and Alphonso Taft, father of
William Howard Taft, who later became
President of the United States of America.
In 1856, when it was legally formed through incorporation, it was called the
Russell
Trust.
It was once also known as the
Brotherhood of Death, stylized through the skull and
crossbones.
For conspiracy theorists, making light of it, it is simply called
Skull and Bones.
Its members are sworn to silence, an oath if you will, to not speak of their brothers actions, no matter what.
An annual meeting is held once a year, on
Deer Island, in the
St. Lawrence River, the patriarchs only.
Two of their “sister” or “brother” (most likely this latter) establishment secret societies are
Scroll and Key and
Wolf’s
Head.
The society itself is hypothesized, whether correct or incorrect is unknown, to have originated possibly with the Greeks in a fraternal order, dating
back in fact to
Demosthenes in 322 B.C.
According to record, this may in fact be correct, because The Order dates its documents with 322, adding to the current year, example being 2009 as of
this post, would be Anno Demostheni 2331.
You cannot ask to join the order, you have to be asked to join, and your answer is simply either, the two options being : accept or reject.
In selection, in the Junior year of Yale, an emphasis is placed upon athleticism, the ability to play on a team. The most unlikely member to be
chosen, would in fact be a loner, iconoclast, or individualist, the man who goes his own way in the world.
Being from a Bonesman family guarantees you a slot within the membership, in other words if your father was one, you are almost already considered one
by sheer birthright.
One family that has heavily influenced as well as been instrumental in The Order, is the family of Lord. The family can be traced back to 1635, in
Essex, England, with Thomas Lord, who came across to America and settled into Hartford, Connecticut. The first member of this family to be initiated
into The Order was George DeForest Lord, in 1854, a New York lawyer. The significance of this is that George DeForest Lord later formed the law firm
of Lord, Day, and Lord, and among their present day clientele is the New York Times and the Rubin Foundation, a financial benefactor of the Institute
of Policy Studies in Washington D.C.
Two later family members to hold both brotherhood in The Order, as well as positions of power, were Charles Edwin Lord, Acting Comptroller of Currency
(1981), and Winston Lord (mother was Mary Pillsbury, of Pillsbury flour), Chairman of the Council on Foreign Relations (1983).
Apparently, back in 1873, a mere one hundred year before I was born, there was what some might say a civil war of sorts in the halls of Yale itself,
where the “Yalies” had it out with Bonesmen, because they had taken over Yale’s finances and nearly bankrupted the college.
The Iconoclast : 1873 : Issue One, Number One
To Whom It May Concern
We come before the college now on Justice’s side arrayed, to claim redress for open wrongs that Vandal hands have made, to give a college sentiment
expression bold and free, asserting each man’s Native right, if such a thing there be.
We represent no clique or clan, but honest men and true, who never will submit to that which fifteen men may do, who feel the shameful yoke
that has long on the college lain, and who propose to do their best to break that yoke in twain.
We are not “soreheads.” God forbid that we should cherish strong desires to be identified with principles that long have been a blight upon the
life and politics of Yale. Before whose unjust aims the glow of “Boss Tweed’s” brass would pale.
We represent the neutral men, whose voices must be heard, and never can be silenced by a haughty look or word. Of those who influence here at Yale
would be but void and null did they not wear upon their breasts two crossed bones and a skull.
We hold no grudge ‘gainst any man, but wish that all may be united by the common bond of peace and harmony; Yet when a few do to themselves
most proudly arrogate the running of affairs, there can be no such happy state.
What right, forsooth, have fifteen men to lord it over all? What right to say the college world shall on their faces fall when they approach?
Have they, indeed, to “sickly greatness grown”, and must each one with servile speech them his” superiors” own?
If they have grounds on which they base their claim as just and true, we challenge them to set them forth exposed to public view, That all may know
the reasons why this oligarchy proud elect themselves as lords supreme o’er us, the “vulgar crowd”.
We offer no objections to their existing clan, -- no one disputes them this right, we question but the plan on which they act, -- that only he who
wears upon his breast their emblem, he for every post shall be considered best.
We wish this understood by all. Let none who read this say that we are moved by petty wrongs or private spite obey; it is for principles of right that
we with them contend, for principles which they’ve ignored, but which we here defend.
O fellow students, who with us revere these classic halls, o ye across whose pathway bright their sacred glory falls, -- ye men of every class who
feel our Alma Mater’s care, shall college life beneath these elms this loathsome aspect wear?
Shall none assert the right to act as to each seemeth best, but cringe and fawn to him who wears the death’s head on his breast?
Nay, let all rise and break the spell whose sickly glamour falls about all that originates within those brown halls.
And if they will not hear our claims, or grant the justice due, but still persist in tarnishing the glory of the blue, ruling this college world with
proud, imperious tones, be then the watchword of our ranks, -- Down, Down With the Skull and Bones.
Stop The Stalkers
[edit on 15-8-2009 by SpartanKingLeonidas]
