Thursday, April 30, 2015

New World Odor

An entrance to a secret underground Illuminati city?
That title ain't no misprint.  Henry Makow, Ph.D. reprints a Michael Hoffman (II) missive under the title Psychological Coercion, Illuminati Style.  From that text: 
It isn't only the shocking nature of the changes imposed by the revolution, it is the speed by which three millennia of Western Christian civilization have been swept away since the rise of the sodomite-imposed rights movement in the 1960's. In a little more than 50-years the golem-goyim of America have permitted the surrender of our nation to those who make a love canal out of the sewer of the human body. (Emphasis mine).
Tell me about it, Mike!  The Illuminati-controlled contractor responsible for the upgrades on the village sewer network aren't shy at all about giving a shout-out to their overlords, our Masters.

Something stinks here, literally.

Wilson' Tripod Trilogy: revelatin' the method?  The "Masters" body is a sacred Illuminati pyramid 
Just at the moment the U.S. Supreme Court is meeting in order to discuss the constitutionality of same-sex marriage, the French tentacle of the Illuminati just can't resist giving a wave to their U.S. fellow travelers.  Why else so brazenly mark their work with the eye in a triangle?  They are all-seeing, even from within your toilet, their favorite point of view, (un)naturally!  As for the coded numbers, who knows?  I'm no Dan Brown.  But next time you sit down to do the doo-doo, make sure you do it through a sheet with a hole cut in it, Jewish style (sheet/shit, get it?)  Oh wait, apparently that's just anti-Semitic rumor-mongering.  At least according to Snopes, who always get to the bottom of things.

We wonder if this sewer work is merely about installing cameras in your toilet, or if it's also part of an extension of the vast underground complex centered at Blagnac airport.  The Illuminati loves these (see Down in a Hole, 25 May 2013); the secret underground base beneath Denver airport, for example, will serve as both a massive FEMA-managed concentration camp and a landing area for the Illuminati's alien overlords, revelated to the world in Christopher Wilson's Tripod Trilogy under the name of the Masters, pyramid-shaped creatures with 3 legs and 3 tentacles, these latter representing the French, American and Sirius-based arms of the Illuminati.

They also had 3 eyes, "set in a flattened triangle".  You didn't think that one eye in the Illuminati symbol was literal, did you?

Here's lookin' at you, kid!

Toulouse is the "ville rose", or "pink city"; that triangle set into the Masters forehead is a pink triangle and the Blagnac base a vast prison for the opponents of gay-marriage, which, once approved in the U.S., will become legal in France.  No coincidence that the pink city is also something like the San Francisco of France, with a high gay-to-straight ratio.  What else would you expect of town where the Consistori del Gay Saber (Consistory of Gay Science) was founded in -- get this 1323.  13?  23?  Fnord!

This group was originally called the Consistori dels Sept Trobadors (Consistory of Seven Troubadours), who were in fact seven Illuminati. The Consistory was dedicated to promoting such sissified activities as dancing and poetry as opposed to the more manly pursuits of hunting, rugby and warfare.  It was the troubadours who created and promoted a feminine ideal, spreading the cults of the Virgin Mary, la Belle Paule and most of all, their patroness, Clémence Isaure, the Golden Isis.  This worship of the female began to overturn the phallocentric model of early Christianity and essentially feminized the culture of Southern France, vaunting infidelity, feminine pursuits and above all, homosexuality.

So Hoffman, although essentially correct in his description of the thrust of the sodomite agenda, incorrectly places its origin to the 1960s, the beginning of the Stonewall-inspired "gay pride" movement only now reaching its climax as it goes before the 9 unisex troubadours of the U.S. Supreme Court.  It actually began nearly 700 years ago, in Toulouse (Too loose!)

So those spray-painted sigils are only a wink and a nod from the rank and file drones of the Illuminati, celebrating the pre-ordained victory over one of the last cultural vestiges of God-fearing (straight) men and women everywhere: marriage.  As Henry Makow, Ph.D. himself laments, they've already gotten to the Scouts! (Boy Scouts -- Model of Masonic Subversion?).  And don't get us started on Disney! (see Queens of the Ice Age, 22 March 2013).
Like most major institutions, the Boy Scouts appears to have been subverted by Freemasonry, which has a hidden agenda of promoting homosexuality and denying God.
Like most major institutions, the Boy Scouts appears to have been subverted by Freemasonry, which has a hidden agenda of promoting homosexuality and denying God. - See more at: http://www.henrymakow.com/boy_scouts_--_example_of_mason.html#sthash.oW1EAiIT.dpufLike most major institutions, the Boy Scouts appears to have been subverted by Freemasonry, which has a hidden agenda of promoting homosexuality and denying God.
The Illuminati (the highest rung of Cabalistic Freemasonry) intends to degrade mankind and deliver us to Lucifer as Tribute. It spits in the face of God and mankind seems only too willing to go along.
The Illuminati (the highest rung of Cabalistic Freemasonry)  intends to degrade mankind and deliver us to Lucifer as Tribute. This is what they mean by "change." They spit in the face of God and much of mankind seems only too willing to go along. - See more at: http://www.henrymakow.com/boy_scouts_--_example_of_mason.html#sthash.CNcD9A2n.dpuf
Boy Scouts -- Model of Masonic Subversion?
Boy Scouts -- Model of Masonic Subversion?

What a bummer.
It isn't only the shocking nature of the changes imposed by the revolution, it is the speed by which three millennia of Western Christian civilization have been swept away since the rise of the sodomite-imposed rights movement in the 1960's. In a little more than 50-years the golem-goyim of America have permitted the surrender of our nation to those who make a love canal out of the sewer of the human body. - See more at: http://henrymakow.com/2013/07/Psychological-Coercion.html#sthash.GDh8MmRy.dpuf
Psychological Coercion, Illuminati StyleP
Psychological Coercion, Illuminati Style
Psychological Coercion, Illuminati Style
Psychological Coercion, Illuminati Style
Psychological Coercion, Illuminati Style

Monday, February 16, 2015

Noon Blue Apples



If you don't know the story of Rennes-le-Château (RLC), let me try and break it down for you.

In the late 19th century a priest named Bérenger Saunière was appointed as the village priest of RLC.  He found his church and presbytery in a sorry state, reflecting the overall poverty of this small village, remote and isolated atop a large hill.

At some point Saunière came into a large amount of money, the origin of which is unknown, but which at least in part came from trafficking masses.  Ads placed in various Catholic newspapers throughout Europe, as well as his own account books, attest to this fact.  But the amount of money this previously impoverished priest spent is the equivalent of millions of euros in today's money, so it is possible there were other sources.  Having been punished for preaching Royalist views from the pulpit, it's possible that some moneyed Royalists furnished him with cash, but this is speculation.  Fact is, we simply don't know where all the money came from.

Saunière refurbished his church quite elaborately and built himself an impressive villa complete with large gardens he stocked with exotic animals such as peacocks and llamas.  He also built an orangery and a personal library in the form a small castle with a crenelated tower.  This was stocked with rare and expensive volumes.  Indeed, Saunière lived well, as his books show an impressive collection of fine wines and spirits, gourmet foods and other small luxuries.  His largess extended to the village as well, for it was he who paid for its electrification.  He also had a road built, winding upside the hill from the village of Couiza.  Though his early renovation angered the villagers -- his work had displaced their family tombs -- his generosity eventually won their loyalty.  After being called into account over his lavish ways by his Bishop at Carcassonne, Saunière went; once.  After that he simply refused to go, eventually being suspended, then replaced.  But when his replacement arrived, the villagers didn't go to mass at the church, but to the masses held by Saunière in his private chapel!

After his death in 1917, he was survived by his servant and confidant, some have said mistress, Marie Dénarnaud.  The money had pretty much dried up at this point and Marie found it difficult to maintain the property, so it was bequeathed to one Noël Corbu in 1946.  Corbu claimed that Marie had told him the real story of Saunière's wealth and promised to reveal the location of an extensive treasure in exchange for room and board until the end of her days; however, when she died in 1953, she hadn't revealed the secret.  In 1955 Corbu opened a hotel and restaurant on the property and in 1956 gave a serialized interview in a regional newspaper, claiming Marie had told him that Saunière had found the treasure of Blanche de Castile, accumulated to pay the ransom of Saint Louis, most of which was still hidden in the area.  He also claimed Saunière found some mysterious parchments which were of enormous value.

Now this of course could all be true.  It's also possible Marie invented it all in order to scam her way into a secure retirement.  It's also possible that Corbu, a published novelist, made it all up to promote  his hotel and business.  Corbu was pretty much correct in assuming a story of hidden treasure would attract visitors.  Today the place attracts thousands of visitors for nothing more than a lovely view, a small but admittedly interesting church -- and an intriguing enigma.  It has attracted treasure-hunters from the start, obliging the town to pass a law in 1965 specifically prohibiting excavations in the commune.  By that time Corbu had sold the property and died soon after in 1968 in an auto accident (which adds a little something to the mystery).

In 1966 Pierre Plantard and/or Philippe de Chérisey" published a book which linked the treasure to the Merovingians, based upon an earlier book that had quoted Corbu extensively.  This book was credited to St. Anthony the Hermit.  These two in fact created a whole host of documents that later cropped up in Gérard de Sède’s 1967 book, L'Or de Rennes.
The central claim in L'Or de Rennes was that Saunière found parchments proving that the lineage of the "last" Merovingian king, Dagobert II, assassinated on 23 December 679, did not die with him as had previously been thought. His son was presumed to have escaped the massacre and took refuge at Rennes-le-Château, where he founded a line of descent before being buried in 758 in the church crypt. These genealogical documents implicated to an exceptional degree the Priory of Sion, a secret organisation working behind the scenes ever since the Carolingian and Capetian usurpations for the recognition of the legitimacy of the Merovingian line of descent to the throne of France. Pierre Plantard claimed to be descended from Dagobert II. 
Their motivations are obscure.  Plantard was a royalist who had been involved in various right-wing secret societies and who supported a Merovingian restoration.  He may have actually believed he was the rightful heir to the throne, as he claimed.  There is some indication they felt some financial gain might be made from it.  De Chérisey was a self-described satirist who had been involved in various surrealist-inspired groups such as Oulipo and the College of Pataphysics.  It was he who forged the parchments upon which de Sède and later authors have based many of their claims.  Both he and Plantard have admitted the forgery, and the current holder of the parchments has had them tested and determined that they are only a few decades old.  De Chérisey was an artistic man; perhaps the whole thing was for him an amusing intellectual game, from encrypting the documents to weaving an alternate reality.  In this latter regard he was, like Corbu, a stunning success.  Like Corbu, he never seemed to have made any money from it.  De Sède, Plantard and De Chérisey all fell out with one another over time for reason which involved, among other things, royalties and other monies.

In 1969, Henry Lincoln read de Sède's book while on holiday in France.  Intrigued, he convinced his bosses at the BBC it would a great subject for a documentary.  In 1982, Lincoln, Michael Baigent and Richard Leigh published The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail.  The book elaborated upon all the elements heretofore present, but brought in a whole host of other mysteries.

The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail claimed many things, but the centerpieces was that the Priory was guarding a secret, namely, that the Holy Grail -- the "Sangreal" -- was really the "sang real", the Royal Blood of the title.  This royal blood was the bloodline of Jesus Christ, which had survived and become the Merovingian Dynasty.  The Priory was dedicated to protecting and restoring the dynasty.  Now, the idea of a royal bloodline was not unique to this trio of authors; indeed, they supported many of their claims by bringing in pre-existing French legends.  That Mary Magdalene ended her days in Provence was a widespread belief in Medieval France.  But the book has had a tremendous impact on our culture and contemporary spirituality.

One great book -- Foucault's Pendulum -- satirized its methods and conclusions and one absolute ball of shit -- The Da Vinci Code -- borrowed freely from its ideas and became an international publishing phenomenon, selling millions of copies and igniting dozens of copy-cat books, documentaries, a Hollywood adaptation and a number of sequels.  Dan Brown became a very rich man.  Today the corpus of books studying the phenomenon of a Jesus bloodline are legion, as are books about Rennes-le-Château, becoming a genre of its own in the world of esoteric literature.

I think that as a sociological phenomenon, it's actually an important story.  First of all, the hoax itself is extensive.  It consists of just enough fact to make it credible and all the right elements -- such as secret societies, encrypted documents and hidden treasure -- to make it irresistible.    But how this hoax and story mixed with history in order to produce such a complex web of beliefs is amazing, for today it encompasses a whole range of what could be termed New Age ideas:  numerology, mystical toponymy, UFO's, whatever.  If you can think of a connection someone else probably already has too -- and published a book about it.

The parchments forged by De Chérissey contain secret messages.  The first reads:

"À Dagobert II Roi et à Sion est ce trésor et il est là mort." 

"To Dagobert II King, and to Sion belongs this treasure and he is there dead."

The second has another equally cryptic phrase:

"Bergere pas de tentation que Poussin Tenniers gardent la clef pax DCLXXXI par le croix et ce cheval de dieu j’achieve ce daemon de gardien a midi pommes bleues"

"Shepherdess, no temptation. That Poussin, Tenniers hold the key: peace 681. By the cross and this horse of God. I complete (or destroy) this daemon of the guardian at noon blue apples"

The encryption that reveals this nonsensical phrase is very complicated, you can read about it here.  In order to make the encryption work, it was necessary to use up all the extra letters.  This is why the phrase "blue apples" appears.

You will recall that Plantard and de Chérisey's first book was attributed to Saint Anthony the Hermit.  On his feast day, January 17th, it has become tradition to visit RLC in order to witness the noon blue apples.  Basically, at noon light shines through a stained-glass window and casts blue blobs of light onto the sculpture of Christ on the pulpit.

I set out this year for RLC with my brother-in-law, jazz crooner Alfredo Buendia.  Alfredo has just returned from Rio, where he spent the last few years busking and selling his CDs, playing for weddings and events.  It was a clear if frigid day, and we made good time, stopping just after Fanjeaux to pick up some bread, cheese, ham, chocolate and a couple of beers.  A bit later, in Mirepoix, we had lovely croissants and cafés au lait under the bastide.  If I'd had my head about me, I'd have realized we were going the wrong way -- Mirepoix is not on the road to Limoux from Fanjeaux, and Limoux was the next point on the map we didn't have, before heading the last few kilometers down to Couiza and then up to RLC.  So we plunkered along various routes until I realized something was amiss.  We lost a good half-hour getting back to Mirepoix until I feared we'd miss noon.  But we made it with about 15 minutes to spare.  This meant that upon arrival, there was nowhere in the village to park.  This also meant we didn't have to stand around uselessly waiting for it to happen.

There were a lot of people in the church, but it wasn't jammed.  We found a place pretty easily and fortunately, we're both pretty tall.  There were a lot of English voices in the crowd, which was unsurprising, but there were a smattering of Dutch voices as well.  In Summer, a lot of Dutch head this way, so it's not surprising there'd be some in Winter as well.  While we waited, I surveyed the crowd.  A lot of men wore mustaches and wore fedoras (including myself!)  There were few women in woolen scarfs and dresses of a style that looked to me like what older hippies or Wiccans would wear.  Not saying all Wiccans dress alike!  But there was a certain vibe, something akin to gaydar I guess, which would all be perfectly natural in this place, on this day, at this time.

One guy handed me a tract and said a few things that were hard to follow.  Some mystical shit.


This tract is in French with unusual spelling.  The content is rather strange, railing against consumerism and hypocrisy of the French in the wake of the Charlie Hebdo murders.  The man implies that he is in fact the "true king."  It's filled with puns, at one point saying we're all hostages to the 14th letter: "N".   Alfredo and I were talking about this guy over sandwiches and a lady next to us said that he'd removed "l'N" from his writings, that is to say, "la haine," or hate.

Later, this guy, apparently named René and the leader of some sort of local commune, something of a notorious eccentric, tried to climb up into the pulpit but was shouted down by the crowd.  He continued his discourse outside the church, standing atop a low wall before the crucifix, his arms outstretched and wearing a crown upon his head.

As noon rolled around the wan blobs of blue light did creep across the pulpit and surround the head of the Jesus carved there.  No one seemed overwhelmed, but there was lots of discussion and photograph taking.  Some guy mentioned that the light wasn't bright enough because of a tee branch that had grown across the front of the window and that the mairie had promised to cut it back for next year.

There are many sites across the globe where architecture has been designed so that the sun would shine one a certain spot or through a certain window on a specific date, but to me, this seemed more coincidence than anything else.  Unless something more spectacular happens when the light is stronger, it's pretty much a non-event.  It's quite possible De Chérisey had noticed this and included noon blue apples in his text as a reference, having already chosen this Saint as the pseudo-author of his first book with Plantard.  Or he may have merely chosen the phrase and someone else then noticed the blobs of light, connecting the two.  It's not as if this phenomenon is especially striking.  First of all, the same lights will appear on days before and after the 17th; they won't be in a much different a position than they are on that day.  Secondly, on that very day there were other places where blue circles were cast on the walls that were much clearer and distinct than those on the pulpit and no one seemed to be making a hubbub over them.

The 17th is pretty much a non-event where nothing out of the ordinary happens.  Except for the fact that several dozen carloads of people make their way here to observe the phenomenon, look for an audience or simply get together.  I'll bet most of these people just use it as an excuse to come here.  Of course there must be a smattering of true believers, but I'll bet they're not the majority.  There are people like me, curious to see for myself and mainly, to observe the people.  I didn't come to observe the event as so much the event around it. And why not?  It's a lovely drive and the village is charming.  I always leave feeling good, charged up.

After RLC, we went to Rennes-les-Bains and had more great coffee and went up and down the main thoroughfare of the village in search of local oddities.  We scoped out some things in the village cemetery and, as you can see in the video, took a short hike to the rock formation known as the "Devil's Armchair" and the "Trembling Rock".   Because of RLC, everything around here is invested with esoteric meaning.

I'd passed through these parts a few years ago with my kids, it's always a great visit.  I'm a skeptic, but an open-minded one.  Nothing I've seen yet has convinced me of anything especially mystical about this place, but the reputation does precede it and lends it an air of mystery another place might be lacking.  But all that aside, it's a lovely place to pass a day or two and I would like to make Noon Blue Apples Day an annual event.  Check back next January to see how it turns out.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

The Devil is in the details....

The Magic Bus
Nothing geeks out the gullible like a well-placed Pentagram (aka Pentalpha aka Pentangle).  Pop one into your letterhead and you'll have people accusing you of devil worship faster than it takes to say Beelzebub.  That's just what happened in Memphis, Tennessee earlier this month when a woman spotted a pair of pesky pentagrams integrated into the design of a school bus' brake lights.  Every time the bus brakes, which is quite often given what buses actually do, two flaming-red upside-down pentagrams are flashed to the driver behind.

I don't put any stock in Satanism being behind all this, but it does beg the question "Why’d they put it up there? Why’d they put it upside down?" as one local resident asked.

The Pentagram is an ancient symbol, appearing as a logogram in early Sumerian writing.  In the West, its earliest use is said to have been among Pythogoreans, who were in many ways the well-spring of the Western Occult tradition.  Which is fitting, for the Pentagram has long been and continues to be used by occultists of all stripes.

It was also used by ancient Christians as a symbol of the five senses and/or the five wounds of Christ.  A pentagram decorates the hero's shield in the 14th-century English poem Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.  The poet ascribes the symbol to King Solomon and
says the symbol is key to understanding the work. The poet explains that each of the five interconnected points represents a virtue tied to a group of five. Gawain is keen in his five senses, dextrous in his five fingers, faithful to the salvation provided through the Five Wounds of Christ, takes courage from the five joys that Mary had of Jesus, and exemplifies the five virtues of knighthood.
I have a picture of my mother, which must date to around 1940, standing at the doors of a small church, flowers in her hair, some sort of basket in her hand.  Pentangles form the windows of the church doors.  It's a very Pagan scene; indeed the Pentangle is pretty much the symbol of Wicca.

But why then, is it associated with evil?  Well, the Christian use is pretty much forgotten, but its use by Wiccans, Thelemites and yes, Satanists, is still pretty much current.

As a symbol of evil, it has to be "reversed"; that is to say, the two points have to be facing upward.  This belief is certainly due to the writing of influential occultist Eliphas Levi, who wrote: 
  • "A reversed pentagram, with two points projecting upwards, is a symbol of evil and attracts sinister forces because it overturns the proper order of things and demonstrates the triumph of matter over spirit. It is the goat of lust attacking the heavens with its horns, a sign execrated by initiates."
  • "The flaming star, which, when turned upside down, is the hieroglyphic sign of the goat of Black Magic, whose head may be drawn in the star, the two horns at the top, the ears to the right and left, the beard at the bottom. It is the sign of antagonism and fatality...."
An engraving of a goat inscribed in the pentagram appears in La Clef de la Magie Noire by Stanislas de Guaita (1897) and in our times this iteration is most widely known as Anton LaVey's Sigil of Baphomet.  LaVey copied the image in La Clef, I mean literally, it's the exact same image.  LaVey merely removed the words "Samel" and "Lilith", reversed the colors, then trademarked it.  But that's pretty much par for the course with LaVey.  The Satanic Bible is basically recycled (if not outright plagiarized) material from Ayn Rand, Ragnar Redbeard and John Dee.

Well, if 2 inverted pentagrams are evil, what are we to make of three?  Exhibit 23:  The GOP logo, a stylized red, white and blue elephant.
GOP logo
Discordian founder Greg Hill asked the GOP National Committee the same thing in an open letter dated 1969, found in the recently-published Historia Discordia:
And now I really hate to tell you this, but those three inverted pentagrams on your elephant's riot helmet are specifically used to conjure evil spirits -- when conjuring good spirit one needs must have one point ascending, not one part descending.
Greg's not the only one to have posed that question. To whit:  Mother Claims Stars On School Bus Are Satan’s Symbol, So What’s That Make The GOP?

Good question, chums.  Fnord.

Funny thing is I'd linked to this article on the LoS Facebook page on January 16, just after linking to an article about the conspiracy theories popping up in the wake of the Charlie Hebdo murders.  That article featured a photo with a logo I somehow missed at first.  Here's a better shot of that logo:


BRI Paris logo
This is the logo of the Brigade de recherche et d'intervention, Paris.  The BRI are elite special police used in robbery or kidnapping situations, usually when hostages are involved, and for capturing gangsters.  They're basically police commandos, à la SWAT, created for pretty much the same purpose. 

Here's a link to brief history of the Brigade, in French.  The logo is basically a target overlooked by a horned and bearded, red-eyed figure, a demon at least, if not Satan himself.  It's an especially evil-looking creature which I figured for a gargoyle.  For some reason it seemed familiar and I guessed it came from Notre-Dame and in fact, I'm right.  This photo describes it as the "famous chimera [or gargoyle] on top of Notre-Dame de Paris".

In the original, the demon overlooks Paris, on the watch, one would suppose, for sinners, taking notes, taking names.  The BRI has turned him into a black figure, like themselves, in black fatigues, body armor and ski masks, ever-watchful, but unseen.  Like at the business end of a scope on a sniper rifle.  A visual ode to the surveillance state.

This logo might indicate something sinister after all....