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The Kill Illuminati Chronicles

THE KILL ILLUMINATI CHRONICLES

a novel by

Anthony Moore

© 2015

PROLOGUE

     The six-year-old boy ran frantically through the unfamiliar woods on what was an ominously pitch-black night.

     Not far behind him was a man who looked very youthful for his close-to-forty years of age. He yelled to his eighteen-year-old son, “You let him get away! I told you how important this is! This definitely ain’t something we can afford to mess up!”

     The eighteen-year-old responded, “How was I supposed to know he was going to run! You know how kids can be unpredictable! Weren’t you the one who said most little kids are at best a step or two above a dog in training?”

     “Just find him!” the man retorted.

     Ah yes, that human tendency to run away. It’s all too typical for humans to run from the messes they create faster than dogs run after bitches in heat (by the way, I’m referring to the types of dogs that naturally walk on all fours, not the kind that do so because another human called a dominatrix instructs them to). Yes indeed, that human tendency to make a mess of things and then run from the wreckage. As if just because the mess is no longer in their presence, it suddenly gains the self-cleaning efficiency of a cat licking its own fur. Of course this is an act that not many humans appreciate—they’re so busy working to subdue and pillage nature that it never crosses their minds to appreciate it.

     Please excuse me. As the Omnipotent Chronicler it is my duty to report what happened. So I shouldn’t interject my own evaluations. It’s just that humans…well, I’ll put it like this. If I had a head of the kind that humans have, I would be shaking it to express my disregard for what they’ve shown over the eons. It’s just that with humans and all their folly and all their selfishness and all the self-destruction along with all the denial and all the self-delusion…well, you probably are catching on so I’ll stop there. Let’s just say that when it comes to humans, sometimes I find it hard to help myself. However, I am obligated to perform my duty without allowing anything to get in the way—least of all my own insights. So please allow me to continue chronicling what happened.

     Moments earlier, during a brief instance when he thought his father was distracted, the eighteen-year-old had told the six-year-old to run as far and fast as he could. He told him it was a game of hide-and-go-seek and that the only way he’d win the prize was if he didn’t come out until he heard the secret password. He instructed the boy to not come out of hiding under no other means. He made it clear to the boy that if they found him on their own, he wouldn’t win the great prize they had for him.

     This was clearly a plan about as well thought out as dropping out of high school to make more time to work for minimum-wage in order to afford more cocaine (this alone is a testament to the importance of math class). Or better yet, a plan about as reasoned as having a baby from a drunken, condom-less one-night stand with the lights off. If this is the extent of human planning for pregnancy, no wonder so many are willing to die for the right to abortion. Please pardon me again. I will strive harder to show restraint in offering my criticism of the species to which the beings I’ve been charged with chronicling belong. Besides, at least in this particular instance, the human I’m describing did recognize his own folly—which is a lot more than what can be said for many other humans. Given the endless multitude of human lives I’ve chronicled, this is much more fact than opinion. Trust me when I say I have ample proof to back this up. Nevertheless, I shall continue with my duty.

     Although the eighteen-year-old had been thoroughly convinced of the necessity of sacrificing the six-year-old, he still couldn’t bring himself to do it—at least not without giving the little boy some chance of survival, however slim it might be. He hoped that his father would give up the search for the young boy. He would then report the boy missing, or come back for him himself if he got the chance. The eighteen-year-old realized this wasn’t a well thought out plan, but he accepted it was the best he could do given the circumstances. It wasn’t like he had time to intricately plot out his plan, he thought to himself. He saw an opportunity and he took it. He concluded he was doing the best he could with what little prospect for survival the boy had. He had also accepted the likelihood that it wouldn’t work. Yet, he figured some chance was better than no chance, and that at least he was giving the young boy just that—a chance. If the boy somehow miraculously survived, than it was meant for him to survive. If not, the eighteen-year-old determined he could be content that at least he tried to do something, however futile or ill-conceived. He supposed he could live with that.

     The eighteen-year-old had been trained by the group he came to know as the Illuminati for as long as he could remember. Yet he still was uncomfortable with sacrificing a child. He had participated in a number of animal sacrifices but had yet to do one for an actual human. His father, who’d wanted to spare him from such an act until he was older, knew this had been a mistake. Hindsight convinced him it would’ve been better if he’d exposed his son to human sacrifice when he was still a little boy. This would’ve likely better conditioned him for it. In any case, it often was a crapshoot as to how people responded to witnessing their first human sacrifice, no matter what age. Although lots of people would act calm at the actual sacrifice, their true reactions would usually be revealed in the following days, especially in moments where they thought they weren’t being watched.

     Given the hesitancy he’d discerned in his son when he very first mentioned the impending sacrifice, the father realized his son might not be up for the task. So when he was told the six-year-old had gotten away, he knew his son had intentionally let him get away. Even so, he decided to give his son one last chance to prove himself. He hoped it would dawn on him that leaving the six-year-old in the woods to fend for himself could be a crueler fate than the sacrifice they’d planned. To add insult to injury, they wouldn’t gain anything from such an unfavorable fate for the young boy—making what would probably be a much crueler death go to waste.

     He told his son, “I hope we find him. Because if we don’t, it’s a good chance he’s going to suffer a much crueler fate to these woods than he would to us. Even if we were to get a team of professionals to hunt him down, if we can’t find him now, it doesn’t seem likely they’d be able to get to him. At least not before these woods got the best of ‘em; and probably in a way that wouldn’t be too kind, if you get my drift.”

     Gathering all the courage he could muster, the young man said to his father, “Well if that’s the case, why not just leave him and let fate decide. If he does somehow survive, it’s probably what was meant to be?”

     The look of disappointment on his father’s face in response to his statement said it all. He had hoped his father would force him out of the Illuminati if he showed himself unworthy, but he suddenly had a gut-wrenching feeling that this wouldn’t be an option no matter what.

     His father then pointed off into the distance and said to him, “Look, there he is!”

     When the young man looked in the direction his father was pointing, he didn’t see anybody. When he turned back around, it suddenly felt like he’d hit a brick wall. He immediately saw a huge flash of light right before everything went black.

     As the young man lay unconscious on the ground, his father and another male companion were standing over him. His father was holding the stainless steel flashlight he had just used to knock him unconscious. After glancing at his son he told his companion, “He’s my son, so I’m responsible for his shortcomings. He’s proven himself not worthy, so it falls on me to take him out of his misery. It’s better to die than not live up to being the great person you were born to be. I wouldn’t be a good father if I didn’t make sure he was delivered from the shame of such mediocrity. No one will be able to question my commitment to the Order. Looks like we’re going to be doing two sacrifices. Let’s get that little kid so we can get out of here.”

     Prompted by these words from the not-so-heartbroken-despite-soon-to-be-with-one-less-son father, his companion looked down at the gadget that had been given to him by this man who clearly seemed unlikely to be a Father of the Year candidate any time soon. This gadget pinpointed the location of the six-year-old boy using the tracking device that was attached to him. Neither the little boy nor the eighteen-year-old knew about this device.

     Meanwhile, neither the little boy, nor the man’s son, nor the man’s companion, nor the man himself noted the owl perched above on a tree branch, diligently observing all that had occurred.

     The man finished tying up his son and then set out to get the little boy. As he looked back at his gagged, bounded, and still unconscious son, he said out loud, “What a waste.”

 

 

CHAPTER 1

 

LETTER FROM the Omnipotent Chronicler

 

     The info that I, the Omnipotent Chronicler, provide in this letter is for humans that prefer to know background information. In other words, those who like to know the origin of things, you might say. Since many humans don’t like to know the origin of anything (or anything about anything, for that matter), they might prefer to go directly into the chronicles I share, starting with the first Chronicle. But for those increasingly rare souls who desire to know the roots and backgrounds of things (to put it another way, extra details that might seem unimportant in the short-term but help illuminate the big picture—especially in the long-term), you might benefit from reading this letter. However, being that I am critical of humans in this letter (rightfully so of course), and many humans don’t like to obtain the frank criticism that they need to improve (because—hint, hint—most could give a damn about improving), I encourage you to go directly to the first Chronicle (where the actual story continues) if at any time the mirror that I hold up to the human race becomes too much to bear, or the details seem too cumbersome. After all, most humans don’t like things that are cumbersome—you know, things such as paying attention to facts. Besides, when it comes to frank criticism that will help them improve, most humans avoid this criticism the same way most politicians avoid providing straight answers (which is to say they avoid it all the time).

     Most conspiracy theories are loaded with excess information. Untruths are provided to bury actual truths. This is further complicated by how truth can be a relative thing when it comes to humans. Although truth is absolute, humans have such a skill and inclination for twisting the truth that one could hardly blame Christ Himself for questioning just how absolute truth is (at least when it comes to the human version of it). To tell the truth, I could blame Jesus Christ for some things, but that’s not one of them. Anyway, back to the subject at hand, the subject of conspiracy. Consider the collapse of the Twin Towers in New York on 9/11. Or the notion that JFK’s fatal shooting could have been done by one man acting alone. What about the role that the sinking of the Lusitania played in bringing the U.S. into World War I? Better yet, let’s ponder the uproar symbolized by the fervent use of the guillotine during the French Revolution.

     Ah yes, the guillotine. I miss it. If the modern world used it, maybe it’d drive home the point a lot better. Maybe then, capital punishment would actually be a preventative measure. There’s something about chopping a person’s head off that sends the message home. Modern-day humans might just need to see a head freshly detached from its body—especially with the body still there, visually implying: Hey don’t forget about me, I’m where that head came from. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that heads dripping with blood don’t grow on trees.

     Such a graphic scene might just be what the more civilized humans need if they are to ever be awakened from their collective states of apathy and passivity. Seeing freshly squeezed blood might just be what the doctor ordered for them to recognize the blood on their hands. Of course, back during the guillotine’s heyday, the technology had yet to be harnessed to bring about gizmos such as the electric chair, or calming measures such as lethal injection. Plenty of people were lethally injected in past centuries, but it wasn’t with this modern use of needles that seems to emphasize comfort over killing. By that standard, I guess you can say the lethal injection of past ages was much more primitive, yet every last bit of it was effective. Of course, in past ages, lethal injection usually involved the steel of a sword being injected into a person’s body. Not exactly lead poisoning, but why poison with lead, when you can lead with steel? Steel that upon entering a person’s body opened up a righteous path for blood to run free. Freed from being a prisoner of the body that held it captive. Freed by lethal injection performed by those who knew how it needed to be done; when how it needed to be done was injection by razor sharp pointed steel. Goes to show that just because modern technology replaces things, doesn’t mean modern technology makes things better.

     Anyway, I’m getting off track. I’ll try to stick to the point without the side commentary. This can be challenging since the never-ending self-destruction of humankind provides ample fodder to be commented upon. Humans. They’re their own worst enemy. Sometimes it’s a challenge to objectively talk about them without being compelled to provide basic yet often ignored helpful hints. Hints that could maybe stop them from sowing their own seeds of destruction for a change. Anyway, I digress. Back to the points about conspiracies.

 

Conspiracy Tendencies and Human Tendencies

 

          When it comes to the tendency of conspiracies to contain extra information that obfuscates the truth, it’s ironic how this tendency is defied when it comes to the Illuminati (the organization believed to be at the root of many far-reaching conspiracies, such as the ones mentioned). When it comes to the Illuminati, as opposed to there being an abundance of red herrings, a lot of the popular folklore pertaining to it is true (or at least has elements of truth). Yet these widely contemplated notions are but a subset of bigger dynamics that very few contemplate, because very few know about them. This is because contrary to all the widely held and debated speculations, the little known truth is that there’s the “earthly” Illuminati and the “real” Illuminati. Both often give tremendous wealth, power and fame to people of marginal (if any) talent.

     Yes, that human tendency to confer success for reasons other than merit and ability; coupled with the very human tendencies of such unqualified and undeserving recipients. You know, the tendency to be too stupid, delusional, and self-centered to recognize the unqualified and undeserving hacks they really are. That’s one of the many lessons of nature that humans have discarded to their detriment. Imagine a lion becoming king of the jungle just because Daddy loves him. Or better yet, because Daddy wants a living heir to take his place to remind people that he ran things once upon a time. Of course, even in the midst of never-ending nepotism, plenty of talentless people who are of no relation (or concern) to the powers-that-be are routinely given fame, money and seeming influence so they may serve as the disposable tools these powers anoint them to be.

 

“Original” versus “Earthly” Illuminati

 

     But back to the “original” Illuminati and its mutated offspring, which I refer to as the “earthly” Illuminati. The earthly Illuminati has direct influence over powerful religious bodies (think the Vatican), great superpowers (think the U.S.), and omnipresent financial institutions (think the Federal Reserve and IMF). Yet, throughout the ages, the earthly Illuminati has ultimately been subject to the real Illuminati. This is by design. Even so, the earthly Illuminati by and large is unaware of such control, as most in the earthly Illuminati (even many of the highest ranking members) are unable to explicitly discern the real Illuminati’s activity; even when they do, it’s usually after the fact, when it’s too late to do anything about it. This is due to the real Illuminati’s esoteric maneuverings, such as how it does things such as:

 

1) allow certain people to inhabit the body of others;

2) use distinctive entities such as “demons” and the dead to communicate messages that only the initiated can fully appreciate;

3) compel a person to compete in a chess match where although the chess pieces look conventional, they have the unconventional impact of drastically altering the lives of actual (often unknowing) people.

 

     These maneuverings are just the proverbial tip of the iceberg in terms of how the real Illuminati continually engages in more and greater extremes of transcendent activities.

 

Constraints the Earthly Illuminati Imposes

 

     Both the earthly and real Illuminati have caused great carnage and warfare (for instance, World War II is just a very small microcosm of the destruction both have had their imprint on; but look on the bright side, World War II will likely be the last world war your world will survive). But only the real Illuminati has direct control over an ancient line of beings who—thanks to their superior abilities—have defeated giants spoken of in the Bible. But since I have an obligation to focus on fact and not fiction, enough about the Bible. To be fair, I’ll convey that at least the Bible doesn’t get everything wrong, although unlike what I tell, it’s not exactly presented from an unbiased view. I’ll just say that the writers of the Bible saw certain things quite a bit different than did I. But alas now you’re getting the real story. I’ll lastly point out a bit of reality pertaining to the word Genesis, which is the name of the first book in the Bible that talks about some of these giants. Given the disregard for…I’ll say fact checking…given the disregard for fact checking when it comes to the Bible, it’s very fitting that the name of its book of Genesis is probably more known by many as the name of a long-forgotten video game system as well as the name of an even more forgotten about rock band.  

     See, the thing is…the Illuminati was originally put on earth to manage humans for their own good. But due to humans’ greed, corruption, vices, selfishness, and other weaknesses, managing humans can be about as delightful as managing rabid dogs. It can be even more challenging than managing animals in the wild, since humans are often more unpredictable and destructive. At least if a pack of wild wolves parades through a forest, they don’t take the forest with them when they leave. But when humans parade through a forest, if they don’t take the forest with them when they leave, it’s only because they’ve torn it down. Plus they leave their trash behind. And when it comes to the type of trash that humans like to leave behind, too bad that unlike a forest, things such as condominiums don’t take care of themselves. 

     It is because of such a misguided lack of respect and appreciation of nature that the real Illuminati often has to intercede in the actions of the earthly Illuminati. It’s fortunate that the real Illuminati is able to employ things such as time travel, superhuman beings, demonic creatures, alternative universes, and others things most humans would deem unfathomable. It’s fortunate because these things are often necessary for humans’ own good because (as anybody who knows humans can attest to) you often have to use trickery and manipulation just to get them out of their own damn way. This is also attributable to how the earthly Illuminati still manages to gain control over the masses even without (for the most part) harnessing the superior powers of the real Illuminati. As a result, the earthly Illuminati often doesn’t give the real Illuminati much to work with—at least when it comes to less violent or manipulative forms of mercy.

     To put this a slightly different way, since the preternatural real Illuminati ultimately operates within the constraints of the all-to-human earthly Illuminati, mercy that’s free of violence or manipulation often isn’t an option—thanks to humans’ actions toward one another. Of course, given how they disrespect and don’t appreciate nature, is it a surprise they mistreat one another? Humankind (often due to manipulations derived from—if not directly orchestrated by—the earthly Illuminati) in the end always destroys, and at best ignores, those of its kind who are truly righteous and look out for its collective good.For instance, consider Jesus Christ. The man was a saint, and what did he get, nailed to a cross. For all that the Bible gets wrong, at least one thing it gets right is how your kind treats its saints. (Who knows, maybe I’ll chronicle some of the things the Bible doesn’t tell the whole story about when it comes to Christ.) 

 

Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton and Time Travel

 

     By the way, for those who think time travel isn’t an actual possibility, consider that one of the very humans that your kind greatly reveres scientifically proved it is. Of course, for many humans, if information doesn’t have anything to do with what currently passes for celebrity, they’re as ignorant about it as a blind man is of his own reflection. Ironically, in a sense Albert Einstein—the man who scientifically proved the possibility of time travel—disproved key theories that led to Isaac Newton being considered history’s pre-eminent scientist before Einstein took his place. Nevertheless, Mr. Newton was a Freemason who served his purpose well. The influence he attained enabled him to play the key role he had in shaping the modern world; his studies in alchemy, which were downplayed for strategic purposes, are what allowed Newton the access that enabled him to serve as a conduit for the real Illuminati to bring key scientific and mathematical understandings to your world. In doing so, he laid the groundwork for the modern world’s most powerful country to become what still is (for the time being at least) your world’s reigning superpower. Thanks to its Masonic roots, this empire was much more grounded in democracy, science and logic than the reigning empires that preceded it, which were more grounded in monarchy, religion and the human principle we’ll call let’s-make-something-totally-insane-up-because-we’re-too-lazy-to-attempt-that-thing-they-call-thinking. Not that religion doesn’t have its place—after all, if not for religion there would be no documentation (however dubious) of the aforementioned giants to which I’ve referred. It’s about balance—the key to the universe. Unfortunately for humankind, their idea of balance often equates to doing things such as “speedballing” because who doesn’t think it’s a good idea to balance out that shot of heroin with a hit of cocaine?

     This now-waning superpower to which I’ve just referred became a superpower by being founded upon key Masonic principles. Of course, in light of humans being human, they messed it up. This declining global superpower was built upon a foundation of principles grounded in righteousness that it could have spread around the world. Yet instead, not surprisingly given human nature, although this rotting global empire heavy-handily barks principles pertaining to freedom and democracy—as it has done since its origin—even from its beginnings it’s been more hypocritical than a Wall Street financier would be if he condemned a bank stickup man for robbing banks. Case and point: even as this united superpower documented its guiding principle of all men being created equal, it was the poster child for human slavery—need I say more?

 

The “Real” Illuminati and Human Free Will

 

     I know what you’re thinking (of course I do, I’m the Omnipotent Chronicler after all). If the real Illuminati is infinitely more powerful than the earthly Illuminati—as well as humankind as a whole—why does it operate in a way that seems reactive to the earthly Illuminati?  If the real Illuminati has all these extraordinary powers and resources at its disposal, why doesn’t it use these powers to stop all of man’s atrocities if it in fact has humankinds’ best interests at heart? This is because despite its great and supernatural powers, the real Illuminati is ultimately only able to use its powers in the context of human free will.

     Before I plunge into the chronicles in detail, I must provide some important qualifications. Of course, these are qualifications other than the basic qualification of how humans aren’t worth a damn. Okay, before I come off as being unfairly judgmental, I’ll just say that most humans don’t seem qualified to make good decisions. When I say “good” decisions, I mean decisions that aren’t more reactionary than a glutton mindlessly reacting to a newly discovered “all-you-can-eat-buffet” like a fly buzzing into flypaper. I know, I’m supposed to chronicle and not judge, but let’s see how you feel about human folly after you read the chronicles I share. No wonder why some of the creators of the Illuminati are willing to kill off humanity, if that’s what it takes. Even an abusive parent can only beat his child so much before he decides it’s better to let the child ruin her life rather than for him to ruin one more back muscle from the strain of one more hopeless backhand slap. Yes, when ass kicking physically strains the ass-kicker more than the ass-kickee, maybe it’s time to stop kicking ass. Of course, to their detriment, this too is something humans usually don’t realize. What sense does it make to teach someone an anger-fueled lesson if you destroy yourself in the process? But of course (as anybody who knows humans knows), humans would rather prove an ultimately meaningless point rather than enjoy the fruits of living in peace.

 

Rules of the Game

 

     As I was saying, for the more recent occurrences that are chronicled, I substituted the actual names of many of the people, locations, and (in some cases) even time periods. This is because, despite my knowingness of the innermost thoughts and intricacies concerning a multitude of beings and interactions (even those involving the spirit world and alternative dimensions), I typically am not completely aware (if at all) of the names of beings or specific locations that are still in play. This particular lack of specificity is to provide balance to the more intricate and pertinent details that I am able to discern. This dichotomy is a testament to the ying and yang of the universe. No one entity of this planet has all the answers or solutions—this hails to the fundamental design of the earth, which is that multiple entities have to work together (even if unknowingly) for earth’s survival and functioning.

     Thus, the references to more distant events are much more accurate in terms of the names of locations, people and time periods, because the past is (for the most part) already written, and no longer in play…for the most part, as I indicated. Yet, I do at times attempt to provide accurate names and locations for the more recent occurrences, as I have more of an ability to do so when those who are still living are no longer in play (in a manner of speaking, at least). Unlike the histories recorded long ago, for the more recent occurrences many of the stories are still being written (and thus I’m usually unable to directly convey more specific identities of the players at play—yet, as with most things, there are some potential loopholes). In any case, the ensuing chronicles (even those of the more distant past) relate to ongoings that must be appropriately attended to for the survival of your world.

 

Knights Templar and Freemasons

 

     Even in these present times, modern day Freemasons continue to use rituals derived from the Knights Templar, who were officially (and rather brutally—thank goodness) eradicated in the early 1300s. The Templars were Christian knights inextricably linked to the Christian religion. So it’s very fitting that thanks to a weak Pope, their own religion was used as the grounds to make them suffer from some of history’s more memorably brutal utilizations of torture (another testament to the importance of learning from history). As a being who’s had the pleasure of seeing all types of human barbarism and brutality over the ages, I’m in a position to attest that the torture the Templars experienced was barbaric for even that day. One of my favorites was the routine use of the rack—trust me when I say that if it were regularly used in present day, in comparison waterboarding would seem the equivalent of being treated to a message parlor that specializes in ending great massages with even greater happy endings. The fact that a common piece of household furniture is now the first thing that comes to many people’s mind when they hear the word rack says it all about how soft humans have become. The fact that what comes to many other people’s mind when they hear the word rack is the act of making it rain with (of all things) dollar bills in a gentlemen’s club,is a testament to how chastity belts might not be so bad after all. The fact that “gentlemen’s clubs” actually have the gall to use the word “gentlemen” to describe themselves, is a testament to how many humans are clearly misguided as to what it is to be a gentleman.

     Yet the Freemasons thrived on the principle of strictly not being tied to any given religion, although they in essence represent the furtherance of the Templars’ legacy and in a sense are heirs to their legacy. How may this be, may one ask? Well, to make a long story short, it’s yet another instance of the working class being neutered by religion. In this case, the Knights Templar infiltrated the Freemasons and lived on through them. The Freemasons were derived from the working class stonemasons. After they evolved from the stonemasons, the Freemasons later evolved from being infiltrated by the Templars. So it could be said that it was a true evolution in terms of how the Templar Knights went from being tied to (a very) organized religion whereas the Freemasons were insistent on independence from any organized religion, yet still rooted in a firm belief in the Grand Architect of the Universe—as symbolized by the “G” in the square and compass. Yet again, this is another concept introduced to humans that could have brought them together, erasing divisions. But yet again, humans messed it up.

 

The Pope, Alfred Pike, Illuminati, and Destruction

 

     Fatefully, the Pope was a key tool used to destroy the Knights Templar and create the need for them to infiltrate the Freemasons. Yet who’s to say that this manipulation wasn’t one that was necessary in order for this influential organization to evolve from being grounded in religion to more grounded in science and logic? Especially given how humans clearly need help from nonhumans to get out of their own damn way—as I pointed out earlier. Even so (humans being human),centuries after it had previously been done by Pope Clement the Fifth, once again the Templars’ legacy was under assault by a Pope (this time in its incarnation of Freemasonry). Pope Clement the Twelfth issued the first papal decree against the Freemasons in 1738. Then for good measure, just a few decades later, Pope Clement the Thirteenth issued decrees aimed not only at dismantling the Freemasons, but specifically at preventing them from ushering in the eighteenth century’s Age of Enlightenment (a movement characterized by the teachings of Voltaire, the one chosen by the real Illuminatito further the legacy of Isaac Newton). Because after all, who wants humans to be enlightened when they’re so easier to control when they’re deaf, dumb and blind? 

     So when the Templar organization was explicitly Christian, the Pope at the time destroyed it. And throughout the centuries since (after it evolved to an organization that intently veered from religion), Popes—with the emphasis on “s” for more than one—have aimed to destroy it ever since that first papal decree against the Freemasons was issued by Pope Clement XII. It says something that for over more than half a millennium of aiming to destroy organizations that aim to illuminate the masses(whether these organizations be explicitly aligned with a religion or intentionally noncommittal to any one religion), the constant is the Pope and destruction.

     It also shows how the powerful become and stay powerful by adapting to the ethos of the times. So it seems that humans just have to hope that the ethos of the times represent advancement. And, as hard as it may be to believe given humans and their natures, there are actual instances where the changing ethos do represent advancement (such as the Knights Templar shifting to Freemasonry, which represented a shift toward more scientific thinking and logic, and away from blind allegiance to religion and magic—by the way, if one is going to believe in magic, at least believe in the types of magic that actually work for humans; there’s a reason why Alfred Pike, a key figure in reinvigorating and influencing modern day Freemasonry, is associated with Lucifer). 

     But back to the Templars in the 1300s and the Freemasons since the 1700s—in both instances Popes strove to bring them down (and the fact that the Pope was more successful in the first instance when the organization was a strictly religious one says a lot about religion if you ask me). But to be fair, considering that it happened both with a strictly religious organization and an intentionally nonreligious one, maybe the problem isn’t religion or the lack of it, because the constant isn’t religion, but human involvement. It shows no matter what form human power comes in, humans will destroy and exploit one another due to ego, greed, arrogance and the like. It happened with the Templar Knights and it happened with the Freemasons, and it’s happened with the country they founded—which is still holding on to its reign as your world’s most powerful nation (for the time being, at least)—and it’s happened with the Illuminati, which encompasses all of the above (and a whole lot more); and it likely will happen no matter what—because with humans, the end result of making a mess of things always seems to be the outcome. But read on to the chronicles I share and judge for yourself.

 

 

CHRONICLE I: Walking in My Fellow Inmate’s Shoes

 

CHAPTER 2

 

     Tutu found himself face down in a puddle of his own blood, forced to breathe through his mouth. It felt as if the blood in his nose was blocking the flow of air through his nostrils. He pointlessly clutched the left side of his stomach. He futilely hoped that it would stop the pain he was feeling from broken ribs, among other things. As he struggled to sit up he felt totally like the victim he had become. He longed for the days when he was a child and crying brought sympathy. But he was in a place with no sympathy at all. At least none that anybody dared show. He realized crying in the place he was at was as useless as not having any drugs but still expecting to be the first person visited by a dope fiend who’s just gotten money. In fact, it was actually less useless as it only reminded others of the victim that was there to be victimized. There was no place for sympathy, just opportunities to get the better of a man who was vulnerable. As opposed to being frowned upon, kicking a man while he was down was virtually a mandate—both literally and figuratively.

     As he came to, Tutu suddenly realized he was in the prison’s infirmary, lying in a hospital bed. Plugged into machines through various tubes, he realized he had blacked out although it felt as if he’d dozed off for just a split second. His feelings of self-pity also didn’t miss a beat, as his uninterrupted thoughts of victimization made it seem like he hadn’t blacked out at all. Totally immersed in feelings of helplessness, he found himself longing to be rescued by one of his fictional childhood heroes from one of his favorite cartoons. He then thought about the closest thing the prison had to a cartoon character, the inmate everyone referred to as the Voodoo Doctor, more often calling him Dr. V for short.

     Tutu recalled how one time Dr. V offered to cast a spell on his behalf. Dr. V told him it would help solve the problems he was having with KP. Tutu, like pretty much all the other inmates, dismissed the Doctor as just another prisoner who was either just running another con, or even worse, genuinely crazy. Even so, in what could be considered a self-pitying extravaganza, Tutu childishly fantasized about what if Dr. V was actually like a character from one of the fairy tales he loved as a child. What if Dr. V actually was a magical figure who could cast a spell that solved all his problems?

      “Too bad life ain’t like them damn fairy tales they con us with when we little kids,” Tutu said out loud to himself.

      Tutu’s anger then shifted to the many cartoons and movies he saw as a child. He blamed them for making children believe that magic and happy endings were real. Then suddenly, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Dr. V was right there in front of him mopping the floor. At first he thought he might be dreaming but once he was sure he was awake, he couldn’t believe it. It was if he had literally thought up Dr. V.

     Tutu sneeringly asked, “Since when did you start mopping floors? I know a lot of people consider that Voodoo stuff garbage and all, but dude, that don’t mean you have to live up to it by being a janitor!”

      Dr. V continued mopping as if he was oblivious to Tutu’s statement.

     Still hurting from his freshly administered beat down, Tutu realized it wasn’t in his best interests to make any more enemies. In an attempt to clean up his brashness, Tutu reiterated, “What I mean is that when I think of Voodoo, a mop and bucket really don’t come to mind.”

     Dr. V. responded, “That’s why it is very important that we don’t limit our thinking. We only blind ourselves to the possibilities.”

     Not able to help himself, Tutu responded, “The possibilities of mopping prison hospital floors?”

     Dr. V. replied, “Sometimes when we use sarcasm to defend our fragile egos, we pay with the price of limiting our limitless power. It’s often easier to run from our greatness than face it.”

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