Illuminatus

Hi! have you ever seen a twinkle in an admirable person's left eye? Well, then you might just be the next Illuminati to enter the fold.


Hi. I was born under a lucky star, as they say. I hold oral traditions of great import, and I hold a Noble Burden, as well. I have first hand knowledge of the activities of the Hidden Hand. For I have spent eternities beside them in the Astral Plane and on earth as well. There are many groups with no current names or faces. Instead, they abide, like the Dude. The lurk hard, anonymous, and confident in their ability to know the names and shapes as they surface. The secrets lie deep within antedeluvian bloodlines that have been meticulously rebuilt from scratch, with a freshly invigorated, augmented and stronger genetic makeup, by a brave few, who shall forever keep watch on the fringes, eternally young and old as dirt at heart.

I have walked thru many a portal that I cannot speak of unless I can assist you in finding a token. I shall not spill the beans all at once and make a babbling fool of myself, either. I took a long break from ats, and have been lurking to keep up with the effects of the "confessions" of the likely Illuminati Shard who claimed to be from amongst the Hidden Hand.

He knew naught of the singular contents of my particular chalices. Drink deeply and be filled with light.
The raven has returned to his roost, and he clutches the light in his beak, his pure white feathers feathers now blackened and smoking. Behold his wounded majesty. Behold the father of the hawk. The Roc bird spreads his wings in triumph once more, at the sight of his only son's return.

Have you ever wondered why both blood and water streamed forth from the side of the Christ? And why he breathed on them and said The Spirit of God is within you? Then you might just be a prospective Rosicrucian...

Have you ever felt that Monty Python's Holy Grail and Life of Brian movies were just a bit like Stephen Spielberg's E.T.? Then you might be a Seeker of the Grail and not know it.

Come forth, one and all. Face the Heirophant, don the Phrygian cap, or walk the labyrinth, the choice is yours.

Also, The Chymical Wedding of Christian Rosencreutz cannot go without mention. My dad walked me thru that text when I was first learning to read, and set me on my Path.

I have have seen things over the last years that made me break my silence. There is naught being manifested that is as pure and white as the gifts and burdens that my family gave up its noble name for. I gave up many of my opportunities for folding my wings, and now I am washed clean. I by no means know all things, but I can set you on the path of all paths.