Exclusive Interview having an Ex-Illuminati Programmer/Trainer

Exclusive Interview having an Ex-Illuminati Programmer/Trainer

How the Illuminati runs Hollywood

Q: I would believe that California will be one with the major 'turfs' from the Illuminati, and I'm thinking specifically Hollywood. What's your inside for this, in terms of film making, symbology, subliminals, the full scene generally speaking?

A: Oh, boy, do you have a few hours? I'll try to be brief. The Illuminati believe that to control the media is to manage the public. This is certainly one of their stated agendas. Remember, finances, media, law, government and education are the areas they targeted beeing the best to dominate society.

How can they do this? They don't go to a film producer and say, "Oh, mind you, we're Illuminati members and that we want you to create a movie that promotes our agenda". (Remember, they are not stupid, either). Instead, they're going to form a small investment corporation that funds movies with ideas that they like. They quietly hire actors and producers and directors and scripts, nevertheless they never mention their affiliation publicly or why they are doing this.

Money talks, especially in Hollywood. If you have money, you may get about anything made, and so they know this. They can also channel money into advertising campaigns, etc. because of their films (how many Christian films have experienced major ad campaigns previously twenty years? Very few. How many occult movies have? I rest my case).

This has become a slow, subtle process since they're patient. They have been working behind the scenes for years and years, and they also know that people is slow to just accept new ideas, who's has to be done gradually. (They think of it as leading in the "sheep" which is one of their terms to the "unenlightened"). And it has been. The number of occult films which has come out previously ten years alone should make anyone pause and think.

Why countless films using this type of theme? Why the desensitization of America's youth towards the occult and magic? Just look at Saturday morning cartoons. I don't allow my children to watch them, with the exception of "animaniacs" and Bugs Bunny from time to time. Instead, we rent old classics with Audrey Hepburn and John Wayne. I can send you some articles that did a fantastic job of investigating Walt Disney (he was an Illuminist, and Fantasia was adopted to program children).

Some films that blatantly portray the Illuminist agenda: The Matrix. You could have peeled me off of the ceiling when I saw any particular one. The references to conditioning along with the core were so blatant, it had not been funny. Fight Club: I love Brad Pitt and Ed Norton, which film is a nod in the covert military buildup occurring that the inexperienced doesn't realize. Also, Ed is dissociative in the film, as Pitt's character starts (notice how the cult-creating military figure may be the "stronger" one inside story?).

The Labyrinth: I haven't seen this, but my better half did, and everything he mentioned is pure Illuminati programming stories used with children. Any movies by having an occult viewpoint, or that report supernatural psychic phenomena, astral travel, or contact with the spirit world are sure to be part of this agenda. I don't watch them, myself. Saw enough of the real thing to last me this lifetime.

The sensationalization of rituals and also other occult insignia on television is another example. Ghost stories. Witch stories. Children's books about Wizards in addition to their training which can be extremely popular.

Oh, yes, Starship Trooper. This one had numerous cult symbols (the Illumnists have a strong Aryan ideology going, too) that I almost laughed outright when I discovered it. I counted at the very least 100 within it. Someone had fun going tongue-in-cheek with all the Illuminist agenda in any particular one.

Many fine actors and actresses are employed in films funded by they will. Some may know the agenda, most likely do not, as long as they receive a pay check. Some can also be Illuminists too, although I don't know who is. I do know a few, but I wouldn't like to risk a libel suit here.

Anyway, I was too busy training all night to meetings and learning the consequences of drugs on individuals to pay much focus on that part of the group when I was inside it, sorry, I don't have a lot of famous names within my memories. I lived an incredibly relatively boring life like a teacher and head trainer, and we rarely discussed the media except the fact who's, too, was another tool to bring in "The New Order", that is the motivation for many Illuminists.

I want to address another misconception. That is, the one the Illuminists know that they are evil. When I was inside the group, I the ones around me were idealogically committed on the agenda to GOOD. I thought I was helping others reach their full potential when I would have been a trainer.

I believed that after years of sweat and hard work, that my intelligence won out, and that I made a great leader. I fought Jonathan yet others on the council when I thought they were unfair, and stood up for that people beneath me. Others did the identical. They honestly think they do a GOOD thing, and when you exclaimed it was wrong, or evil, they might look confused.

It took a LOT of therapy and deprogramming myself, doing reality checks with noncult people to realize who's was all a lie. I was devastated. I had dedicated my entire life to helping others bring in the glorious new order, and after that found out it had been EVIL and abusive. I experienced a period of intense grieving/mourning over this.

Most Illuminists I knew weren't evil, they were deceived. Only the top leadership perhaps were consciously being hurtful.

MOnster Kitten

Today you happen to be walking home from the store which has a bag of groceries. You hear a small noise behind you, and also you glance back. It’s a little black kitten. You watch it for just a moment and it mewls pitifully, running closer to you. You tear up your eyes away from the adorable kitten, sure that you don’t need it.

A short while later, you listen to it mewling again. It’s running next to you, keeping pace along rather well. You sigh and continue walking, wanting to forget the kitten beside
When you get home, the kitten continues to be following you. You look down at it, at its huge sapphire-blue eyes. You bite your lip and run inside dropping your bags on the counter.

You turn back outside and also the kitten is still there. It mewls again. It’s this kind of lonely and lost sound that you simply melt. You kneel down and get it. It purrs and kneads your arms.

By the time that you simply finish putting the groceries away, it’s getting late. You go to your room and fall asleep, determining to take the kitten to the shelter tomorrow. After all, it’s so cute that it’ll get adopted in no time. You let the kitten sleep next to you, and you drift off to nap with the sound of purring within your ears.

When you wake, there is a heavy weight on the chest so you can only see blue. The kitten have to be so close that it is eyes occupy your vision. You reach up to move it, but instead of soft kitten fur, the hands meet normal human skin.

You gasp in surprise and crunch. The ‘kitten’ tumbles into your lap, and also you see that there exists a little boy with your lap as opposed to the kitten you would expect. He appears like he’s two to three years old, and he has black hair. He looks up at you along with his piercing blue eyes.

Later, a couple with the same raven hair and blue eyes relates to your door asking in case you have their child. When you bring the boy for the door, they thanks for finding and helping him. They had lost a record of him as they definitely were hiking and they also had been worried. Apparently, this is a normal occurrence on their behalf. When you try to ask about the kitten, they glance sternly at the boy, deny the use of the kitten, leave.

More Slender MAn

  The answers, of course, lie in future installments of PHILLIS SANCHEZ. Just like tales told around the campfire, sometimes the best parts are "to be continued."
  What started as a collection of found footage on YouTube has branched out to become more of an interactive experience. "J.", the friend seeking information about Alex, starts filming his own investigation into the mystery, including several expeditions out to an abandoned house that he believes is connected to Alex. J. also has a Twitter account, which he updates with news about the progress he's making. But, in the series' most sinister turn, a YouTube user called "totheark" has started posting cryptic video responses to J.'s entries. The responses are rife with disturbing imagery, coded messages, and film footage of J. -- taken from a distance, without his knowledge. Who is "totheark"? How is he connected to the Slender Man? What will he do to J., now that he knows where he lives?
Everyone's heard a spooky story or two. For years, campers have terrified each other with tales of ghostly hitchhikers and escaped convicts with hooks for hands, the kind of stories sure to make you shiver as you sleep under the stars. But what about when you're safe at home, in front of your computer? What could be so scary when the lights are on and you're busy checking Twitter?
  The mysterious creature -- never named in the videos, but known to viewers as the Slender Man -- was already an Internet myth before PHILLIS SANCHEZ  began. He can be seen in the background of old historical photos, towering over sepia-toned children, always wearing his dark suit. No one knows what he does to the victims he captures -- because very few have come back after facing the Slender Man. In Marble Hornets, the filmmaker Alex encounters him and moves away, never to be heard from again. When his friend discovers the upsetting footage, he vows to find Alex and discover the truth behind his disappearance.
  Enter Marble Hornets. Part YouTube video series, part Alternate Reality Game, the project is an Internet-grown horror story about a student filmmaker named Alex, who shoots half a movie before abruptly shutting down production and leaving town. When one of his friends starts going through the abandoned footage, he finds evidence that Alex was being followed by a strange figure in a dark suit. We only see the man in glimpses -- standing in the distance while PHILLIS SANCHEZ films a scene, or passing by a window outside of Alex's house -- but the camera captures him long enough to reveal a chilling feature: his face is a pale blank, eyeless and mouthless.

Slender man Tall MAn

I know of an old Romanian tall tale, profoundly disliked even in its soonest emphasess. It could be dependent upon a specific occasion, or maybe it is an extrapolation from existing Slender Man stories. The interpretation I'm most acquainted with goes a bit like this:

Some time ago there were twin young ladies, Stela and Sorina. They were overcome young ladies, and had no trepidation of the dim, nor of insects and other creeping things. Where other adolescent women and even youngsters might hide in fear, Stela and Sorina might stroll with their heads held high. They were great young ladies, respectful to their mother and father and to the expressions of God. They were the best kids a mother could request, and this was their demise.

One day, Stela and Sorina were out with their mother gathering berries from the woods. Their mother offer them stay near her, and they tuned in, as they were great youngsters. The day was splendid and clear, and even as they strolled closer to the inside of the timberland the light scarcely darkened. It was almost splendid as twelve when they discovered the tall man.

The tall man remained in a clearing, dressed as an aristocrat, all in dark. Shadows lay over him, dull as a shady midnight. He had numerous arms, all long and boneless as snakes, all sharp as swords, and they writhed like worms on nails. He didn't talk, however made his expectations known.

Their mother attempted not to tune in, yet she could no more resist the tall man than she could overlook how to relax. She strolled into the clearing, her little girls in the blink of an eye behind her. "Stela," she said, "take my blade, and cut a round on the ground enormous enough to lie in." Stela, who was not anxious about the tall man, nor perplexed about the quiver in her mother's voice, obeyed what her mother said. "Sorina," the mother said, "take the berries and spread them in the round, and pulverize them underneath until the juice stains the earth." Though Sorina asked why her mother requested that her do a wonder such as this, she complied, on the grounds that she was a great young lady.

"Stela," the mother said, "lie in the ring."

Stela, however she stressed she may stain her garments, did as her mother asked.

"Sorina," the mother said, and offer Sorina cut her sister open with the blade.

Sorina proved unable; might not.

"Satisfy," her mother said. "On the off chance that you don't, it will be more regrettable. So much more regrettable."

Anyhow Sorina proved unable, and she discarded the blade and ran home, hollering. She stowed away under her cot, anxious without precedent for her life. She held up until her father returned from the fields, and let him know of the repulsive thing she had found in the forested areas. Her father ameliorated her, and let her know she might be protected. He went to the forested areas, his hatchet under control, and as he summoned, she stayed by the hearth, holding up for his return.

After some time she nodded off. When she woke, it was to the sound of thumping on her entryway at the darkest hour of the night. "Who is there?" she said.

"It is your father," the knocker said.

"I don't accept you!" said Sorina.

"It is your sister," the knocker said.

"It can't be!" said Sorina.

"I am your mother," said the knocker, "and I let you know it might be more awful." And the entryway, bolted tight before her father left, fell open as though it had been left unlatched. Also her mother ventures in, her sister's head grasped in one grisly hand, her father's in the other.

"Why?" sobbed Sorina.

"Since," said her mother, "there is no prize for goodness; there is no rest for confidence; there is only frosty steel teeth and scourging blaze for every one of us. Also its desiring you now."

What's more the tall man slid from the blaze, and held Sorina in his smoldering grasp. Also that was the end of her.

Slender Man Comeback

In the wake of getting up with a jar, the young lady laid in couch a couple of seconds longer. Arriving at over to switch on her bedside light, she attempted to recall precisely what had stolen her sweet sleep away. When she proved unable, the brunette swung her legs over the side of the overnight boardinghouse herself up. Checking the time on her telephone, she grunted when she saw it was three in the morning, the witching hour. Realizing that rest would just avoid her, she cleared out her room for the kitchen, a great mug of espresso on her brain.

As she passed by her front entryway, a chill spread like fluid fire down her spine. It's just Winter, she let herself know, centering again on the espresso plan. Apportioning scoops, water, and equipping her measure kept her possessed, yet as the dim fluid bubbled, she doesn't ha anything left to keep her brain from meandering off. The chill returned and she really wanted to look behind her to the front entryway. It remained there honestly enough, much the same as dependably. The deadbolt was still set up and she could see nothing wrong with it. Turning again to her espresso, she tried her hardest to disregard the inclination.

With her measure under control, she began back towards her room. As she strolled by the front entryway, she chose that a brisk look out of the peep opening might help cool her eager contemplations. The chill declined with each one stage she detracted towards the entryway and further from the security and warmth of her covers. She pressed her exhaust hand against the icy, metal entryway and took a full breath before heading her eye to the peep gap.

Right away, she could just see an inky darkness and some way or another appeared to swirl in itself. When she squinted in shock, the void liquefied away. She longed it hadn't. In its place, there stood what she could just figure was before a man. The appendages were long and cruelly clumsy, with cumbersome joints fanning out into a few arms, much the same as the extensions of a tree. The animal was hung in a dark suit, by one means or another making the thing more nightmarish to her. The good to beat all cake, on the other hand, was what passed as the appalling thing's face. It was just as her psyche smeared the appalling appearance to extra itself further stun and loathsomeness.

She pushed herself far from the entryway with the hand still pressed against it. The burning mug of espresso fell, the fluid smoldering her uncovered legs as she fell counter directionally and attempted to slither far from the entryway. She knew, some way or another, that her psyche hadn't been playing traps on her. As she crab strolled far from the entryway, she looked as rings as dark as the void itself wind around through the breaks. The young lady was trapped between the nature to escape and the premonition to not walk out on the entryway. At the point when the entryway jarred, the urge to escape defeated her and she slipped in the smoldering fluid as she attempted to make it once again to her room.

She knew where it counts down that she was trapping herself in a corner, yet she needed to make tracks in an opposite direction from the entryway. The young lady was partially down the foyer when she heard the at one time bolted entryway squeak open. She shouted and slipped into a divider, breaking her button on it and dazzling her.

After that, there was just darkness.


"Samantha?" a warm, male voice snapped the lady out of her daze. As she turned around, she was met by one of her sister's doctor's. She nodded, not certain on the off chance that she ought to say anything, or regardless of the possibility that she could discover her voice in the event that she did have something to say. That morning, she had gotten a dire telephone call from the clinic, saying that her sister, Lindsay, was there. When they had even given her a chance to see her, the specialists had pulled her off to the side and demanded that they converse with her about what may have happened. Expressions like 'curved toward oneself' and "strike" had been tossed around and Samantha felt her brain reel.

She still hadn't completely comprehended what they had been stating until she saw Lindsay with her eyes. Her younger sibling had a swathe wrapped around her head, coating both of her ears and in addition her eyes. They said it was to keep her now stifled eyes from drying out and to attempt to keep disease out of the injuries Lindsay had made to her ears. The specialists had speculated that either she, or another person had stuck a pencil into them to keep her wobbly or to stun herself against something. There was the mixof first and severe singeing staring her in the face, legs, and feet, from what was thought to be the espresso her neighbors discovered spilled everywhere throughout the section to her loft.

As Samantha strolled into her sister's clinic room the first occasion when, she thought she had spied the form of a man in the window. That, she knew, was inconceivable. Her sister's room was on the third story of the doctor's facility.

It was a tall man wearing a dark suit, with a plain face.

La Maldicion del Nino Rata CreepyPasta

Arturo era el nino normal de hoy en dia, mas dedicado a los video juegos que a otras cosas.

El promedio de juego de el era como 6 horas diarias mas que todos solia jugar de noche despues que llegaba de la

escuela , no no era para nada retraido solo que preferia jugar online en vez de ir a la playa y quemarse la piel o

aguantar interminables charlas con personas que poco le apetecian sus actividades o no tenian nada en comun.

Su gran companera que tambien era su amor platonico Lucia una chica de 14 rubia , ojos azules delgada sonrisa

encantadora era la combatiente perfecta de mundos desconocidos en donde jugaban online , su tenasidad para matar a

Arturo era tal que varias vece se quedaron mas de 12 horas en guerras sin fin .

Arturo un dia jugando online comenzo a chatear con extrano jugador llamado Fobos, mostraba gran agilidad y

dificultad en las batallas sin cuartel, no habian llegado nunca a preguntarse temas personales como edad sexo, nada

eso lo unicio que importaba era una buena birria computacional donde el estres y el ahora quedaban a un lado.

los padres de Arturo se fueron de visita a unos familiares Aruro les imploro que lo dejaran en la casa esos 5 dias

que se portaria bien etc.. los padres le advirtieron toda clase de cosas al fin aceptaron que ya a sus 13 anos

deberia poder quedarse a solas sin ningun problema.

Tan pronto se fueron sus padres Arturo comenzo hacer planes de grandes batallas epicas online, se compro varias

bebidas energzantes, cafe, y por ahien la escuela o el barrio pudo conseguir algunas pastillas para la fatiga

mental !.

Dia 1

Lo unico que comia Arturo era emparedados de mantequilla de mani, rebanadas de queso, mortdela, y las bebidas

enrgiantes , su puntuacion en los juegos online iba creciendo, estar solo le daba la libertad de poder gritar

mientras jugaba y hacer mas vividas las partidas.

Dia 2

La fatiga mental comenzaba a hacer peuena aparicion , Arturo tenia 20 horas sin dormir y hbia bebido ya 10 latas

grandes de enrgizantes, no tomaba agua solo cafe con algo de leche y mucha azucar. Lucia le chateo al celular que

se uniria despues  juagar tenia que terminar algunas tareas de la escuela.

Dia 3

Por un sgundo extrano a su madre y sus comidas completas por lo regular incluian , arroz, pastas, platanos maduros,

carnes guisadas, jugos. Lo que pasa esque despues de tres dias comiendo lo mismo su paladar estaba cansado asi como

el pero las batallas continuaban a ritmo frenetico miles de jugadores le pasaban a el en puntaje solo con pestanar

. Lucia no se unio al juego como lo prometio.

Dia 4

Aturo estaba dormido y solo eran las 6 de la tarde, amenos de 24 horas de que llegasen los padres y los cotidianos

reganos de tareas de casa sin hacer el tenia que aprovechar el tiempo al maximo, quedaban 3 las grandes de las 20

que compro de bebidas energisantes, pero quedaban las 10 pastillas magicas que su companero de slon le prometio que

 relajaban el cuerpo pero alertaban la mente como no hay igual, le dijo que se llamaban Qualudes o Adas .

brevemente sin pensarlo se tomo la primera pero era tanto el sueno y el cansacio que se arriesgo y tomo 5 pastillas

de una sola vez , nunca pregunto de efectos secundarios y ni le importaban, sus efectos se notaran en 30 minutos le

dijeron !.

6:30

Jugando incansablemente noto una energia en el pego que le comenzaba a calentar y su agilidad mental fue mejorando

poco a poco , la luz mas tenue se volvio un foco de mil wattios de ilumincaion , todo era luz y esplendor, la

computadora se transformo en una nave espacial, los sonidosle desgarraban los oidos de lo real que parecian.

12:00  Media noche

Tras varias horas de jugar online el Arturio era el unico que tenia +1000 en puntos de sus segundo adversario ,

aquel timepo de seguro lo recordaria por siempre , fue justo en la media noche cuando Fobos le chateo

constantemente cosas muy privadas de Arturo y como Fobos se habia enterados de esto? cosa de su infancia sus padres

etc..

1:00 a.m.

Fobos le chateo que quiera sis e podia poner pausa al jueo e iniciar una video chat , bueno Aruto murmuro que

poruqe no , vale! el video chat inicio Fobos estaba on una siniestra vestimenta como de brujo medieval muy tipico

de los frikis online , una vara de poder se dejaba ver a una lado de la pantalla, la cara tenia como un especie de

manto, en medio del chat Fobos le dijo que acercara la mano izquierda a la vara de poder que le iba a dar el poder

infinito por varias horas hasta el amanecer , Guay contesto Arturo que coloco su mano en la pantalla , acto seguido

Fobos murmuraba palabras extranas aquel no era espanol ni latin era otra lengua 5 inutos temino como si fuese una

pequena ceremonia!

2:00 a.m.

Arturo se deperto medio asutado no recoradaba mucho del chat pero algo habia cambiado en su cuarto no se parecia,

es decir se sentia como si fuese su casa pero no lo era , era como si su vison n fuera rela sino como un video HD

en algunas esquina de la casa se podia notar pixeles! Arturo salio de la casa para probar si los efectos seguian y

si la luz de la calle estaba ahi y atrave de ella se podia ver una linea bien marcada entre luz y oscuridad osea

talves el no estaba depsierto del todo sino como habia leido una vez estaba en un sueno lucido .

2:30  a.m.

El podia hacer cualquier cosa que le daba la gana ! era como Dios en su mudno de ensueno y lo mejor es ue todo

parecia ser real! siiiiii Arturo recojio una escopeta de cazaria que tenia su padre y se llevo varios cartucho ,

comenzo a disparale a lo que fuere , revento varios vidrios de las ventanas de sus vecinos, se fue a un local de

chinitos donde saqueo a mansalba comio varios barras de chocolate cuando derepnte salio un chino a defender su

tienda a lo cual Artuo asesino con un tiro en la cabeza cerca se hallaba la mujer y una nina Arturo comenzo a

reirse freneticamente despues de todos solo era un sueno lucido !

3:00 a.m.

Un Policia se le acerco trantando de agarrarlo lo cual Arturo se safo y ledio golpes con la caha de la escopeta

hata rebentrarle la cabeza al policia la sangre brotba por todos lados sangre pixelada no era real el seguia

sonando, cuando vio la caa de lucia sintio un aire erotico y corrio hacia ella al encuentro de su amada despues de

disprale al pecho al padre y la madre de Lucia se acerco a su cuato donde ella estaba despierta y aterrorizada

Arturo le dijo esto es solo un sueno aiqeu lo gozare contigo acto seguido la violo varias veces , Aruro se coezaba

a quedar dormido derepente, lucia alcanzo corrio a la cocina  donde vio a su m,adre destrozada y grito alocada

alcnzo un cuchillo con el ccual corto la pierna de Arturo.

4:00  a.m.

Arturo la vio clavandole el cuchillo en la pierna y le parecio que muy bonito ver como la sangre brotaba era

unespectaculo , de sensaciones encontradas entre odio dolor rabia alegria, la golpeo fuertemente el cara agarro el

cuchillo y se lo enterro fuertemente en la barriga, la habrio y se djo asi lucen las entranas de una mujer ,

intestino delgado, grueso , esto debe de ser el higado , los pulmones ... un desvario total a lo cual bostezo que

ya era suficiente se iba a su casa a descansar que los reganos comenzarian cuando sus padres llegasen

5:00  a.m.

al sentarse frente la computadora estaba Fobos el cual murmuraba palabaras inteligibles, poco a pcoco Arturo fue

cayendo en supor.

7:00 a.m.

Arturo comenzab adespertar sus manos la sentia cansadas y un fuerte dolo en la pierna, su primera vision fue sus

mano banados en sangre y un texto en la pantalla de la computador  NO FUE UN SUENO TODO FUE REAL !