Skull and Bones
What these fuckwits don’t seem to realise is that all they were told was jokes, and old jokes at that!
“We are naked in our rites”
Well any neophyte to the true craft of the wise will understand this little jest as they wonder at corpulent, middle aged men, jangling their bits in a vain attempt to emulate a merry dance.
Most recently this disgraceful activity has been exposed in what I believe is a mundane attempt at the rites of Mithras.
The “Salute” or kiss of Satan is even funnier. The kiss to the arse of Satan, not to the left, not to the right but right in the hole. Imagine now whose arse the Bushes of several generations have kissed! ~ Crude enough I know but I never believed this merry jape, who in their right mind would consider kissing someone’s arse to be a gateway to anything?
The girls had to say something, they were victims of the pilkie claws, many other tortures were designed by celibate clerics to gain secrets from wise women of past times, to say nothing was an impossibility, these tortures were designed to maim, inflict horrific pain and yet to deny the blessed relief of death.
True the “Masonic brotherhood” do have privy to several lower class hexes, for this reason they are know in England as Slugs or Leeches in the United States as Gophers or Skunks (Yes they do stink and may be recognised by their smell!) However these minor hexes are easily overcome most often by laughing at them.
The “Skull and Bones” fraternity at Yale have refined the rites quite considerably, most notably by the fact that initiates are invited to join by their family genealogy resulting in the inbreeding most noticeable both physically and by his lack of intellectual ability in George W Bush.
The other initiation rites are equally sad and are well documented through the internet, they seem to rely heavily on the ancient belief that whoever is in possession of the skull and long bones of a person controls their spirit, resulting in the disgraceful theft and retention of the skull of Geronimo by Prescott Bush and several other “Bonesmen”.
Again this group of fools have shot themselves in the foot, bowing down to and kissing Geronimo’s skull has simply given this great warrior spirit power and dominion over the richest and most powerful families in the world. If My Lord Geronimo needed this ancient relic he would have it, a true spirit could never be trapped by the mundane.
That only 500 members of the Skull and Bones secret society are alive at any one time yet they are most often the President and members of the ruling elite in the United States can hardly be coincidence, and yet what have they contributed to human kind? Lies, mass murder, deception. You see they consider us (everyone who is not a “Bonesman”) as Barbarians, not as people at all. This is clearly shown in their actions over past generations.
So after laughing at their silly mundane rites I looked deeper and guess what I found? You see by trying to enslave the human race, whose destiny have they really denied? Who have never been able to fly freely through the Ether? Who have been enslaved by lies, jokes and theft? Whose inbreeding has manifested ugly and intellectually stunted individuals?
Who’s to say what these people might have evolved into if their asinine ancestors had not forced them into the hideous mould created as “Skull and Bones” They might have been able to dream their own dreams at night, they might not be so thoroughly trapped by the mundane as they obviously are.
They might have been able to create a world to be proud of.
You see, the riches they own, the “power” their families claim was stolen generations ago, all they have is what we didn’t want! They’ve always had what they still seek! Which is perhaps the best joke of all, they will never know what they have, they perhaps might glimpse what they could have been but they will never live their destiny as you and I do.
My plans for the rest of today are to dance for my Lord Geronimo.
“I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures.”
Geronimo of the Apache People