Being Recruited by the Illuminati. Part 3.



The most disturbing aspect of taking this course which introduced me to formally to the Illuminati for the first time in my life, was that it made me aware of something strange about my girlfriend at that time. I had the distinct impression that she too was part of something, this in itself was bad enough as it made me wonder how much of our relationship was really what it appeared to be. What made things worse however, was the self policing belief that I was being paranoid and delusional.

Despite this there were so many strange circumstances during our relationship which made me wonder. Why were her friends in town all mixed up with the Rosicrucians. What even were the Rosicrucians? I certainly had no idea at the time. So for a long time I passed through this awful uncertainty and the feeling that I didn’t really know my girlfriend at all. I met her recently and she told me that she was part of something, I asked her whether it was the Freemasons or the Rosicrucians and she said neither but she could never tell me what it was.

It’s strange but these people seem to exist in a different reality to us. It’s hard to describe but these people instantly seem to recognise each other whenever they meet. Without requiring anything as cliched as a password or secret hand gestures, it’s a psychic connection, an instant understanding that they are in the same secret club.

It seemed very strange to me at the time, particularly as she seemed to have this instant understanding with my father and also a close friend of mine. At the time I didn’t quite get the hint from my friend who would often tell me about how is grandmother was a Freemason, at the time I was under the impression women could not be Freemasons.

If you ever get the feeling that the people around you, who you also ostensibly are familiar with, seem to be ‘in on something’ which is beyond you, as if there’s something they know that you’re not privy to, then be aware it may be that these people could be of the transformed Cain consciousness. It doesn’t mean they’re necessarily Freemasons, but in all likelihood they might be part of something, and my confusion was very great at this point in my life when I tried to figure out what was going on. It was only when I experienced this Cain consciousness for myself, and finally understood by experience, the bond that these people share, that the mystery was solved. However it was very nearly at the cost of being permanently locked into this state, and only by resourcefulness and a little bit of spiritual help that I managed to break the spell.

I left France, and effectively ended the relationship with my spooky French girlfriend who I never quite figured out, except perhaps maybe the mystery of these people is their inner emptiness. That the secret they all seem to be hiding is a great void of nothingness. It is a strange awareness to realise that the secret Cain group who have seamlessly infiltrated this world wholly undetected and unsuspected, stand by us side by side, knowing each other from nothing but a look in the eyes or even a subtle detection of a certain type of mindset.

I applied for a job working in Japan at a very small company which seemed to operate as a ‘language school’. I say ‘seemed’ because most of the students didn’t appear to be there to learn English but instead to recruit me into the Illuminati. 

I arrived for the job interview in Hayworth Yorkshire, a very picturesque town known for its Bronte associations and seeming at most times to be rather full of Japanese tourists, a fact in which my prospective boss, who I will call Mr B, seemed to have a hand, since he had for many years been busy creating cultural exchanges between Japan and Yorkshire, and also organising summer schools and language classes for Japanese students wishing to come to England.

I phoned him from the train station and he said he would be along in five minutes to meet me. I asked him how I might recognise him, he responded that I would be sure to recognise him when he arrived. I wondered what he meant, whatever it signified he seemed a little full of himself. So I guess I stared judging him from that very moment and in retrospect I’m glad I kept up a mental narrative of analysis of this singular man because he was the one who had the very clear intention of dragging me down to hell with him and had I shown him too much indulgence than I might have fallen down there for lack of discernment.

Shortly afterwards, after remembering that I had better try to forget that I had some magic mushrooms in my pocket from a kit I had been growing over the summer, and planned to take once the interview was over in order to better enjoy the trip home, a man in a green Morgan steered into view and I suppose this was my man.

We drove from the station to the quaint Georgian cobbled narrow streets of Haworth where we had a meander during which he did his tourist guide routine and I was somewhat astonished at just how many Japanese people there seemed to be, something which he informed me had a hand in since he was at that moment busy organising tours and language classes for our peace-loving oriental friends.

Back at his house the interview began in earnest, not with a word but with a long penetrating stare. I have since learned that the secret services of the UK recruit not with a word but a look. However since the internet now is so thoroughly purged every so often I can find no reference to this, I might even have read it in a John Le Carre novel. Regardless my would-be boss was most certainly MI something and he had just given me ‘the recruitment stare’.

There are a few things which remain firmly in my mind from this interview, one was the picture of Prince Charles on his wall. Many years afterwards my dad suggested that perhaps this man wasn’t one of ours after all, but one of theirs. I suppose a spy working for a foreign power might disguise his affiliations with something as superficial as a picture of a member of the British royal family. Who knows. I found it somewhat unaccountable for anyone of sound and sane mind to want an image of Prince Charles on their wall when there are so many other more interesting things one could look at, such as a Van Gogh painting or even the wallpaper itself. This I suppose was my second judgement of this man. Why on Earth did he have Prince Charles on his wall? It struck me as unnatural and part of some kind of pose or image he was trying to project. However noticing the conspicuousness of the effort immediately subverts the attempt.

He also asked me if I was a Christian. I’m still not sure why he asked me this. In my mind I was but what I said I now realise was ambiguous and perhaps had a different meaning to myself saying it, to Mr B hearing it. I said: “Well, I’m not a missionary or anything.’ I suppose what I meant was that I didn’t advertise my faith, while perhaps he heard in my turn of phrase a sardonic denial. I wonder if saying a direct ‘yes’ would have denied me the job there and then. In situations like this one, when trying to get a job or win someone over, one gets an impression of what the person wants to hear and invariably one attempts to adopt ones answers accordingly.

The principal thing which stood out from the interview was the slowly dawning awareness that this wasn’t just a job interview. All of the strange hive-mind people I had encountered in the previous years and wondered about. Who were they? What are they part of? How did they get like that? Over the course of my time in Japan these first two questions would be answered but it would take another couple of years before the final question was answered and I finally understood just what these people are.

After the long stare, and the Christian question, he then asked me: “What do you want most in the world?” I thought for a moment, imagining that this was some kind of psychological evaluation question, designed to see what motivated me. It turns out it wasn’t. “To be a famous writer.” I answered after a few seconds consideration. He looked at me and smiled, “I think that can be arranged.” Strangely he didn’t ask me what I wrote about, or what subjects interested me, it seemed these Illuminati people don’t seem to care about the content, but that it’s all about promoting certain people, as long as he or she is one of their people.

I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this at this stage but just went along with it, nodding and smiling along as you do during job interviews. However it was what he said next which left no further room for doubt. “You’ll work with us out in Tokyo, then you will be able to come home during the summer to see your friends,” then he added “but by then you’ll have something better than friends.”

Then I knew he was talking about joining the Freemasons or the elite establishment who have something better than friends and can be magically made into famous writers. Back then I didn’t have too much revulsion against Freemasons because I didn’t fully understand what they were all about. Sometimes I even imagined that perhaps the world needed Freemasons to organise things and give order and cohesion to society. After all it seemed so many famous people were Freemasons, writers, architects, engineers, kings and emperors. 

I can’t deny that the prospect of joining the world’s secret elite didn’t excite the hell out of me, to learn all of the secrets of the world hidden from the masses, even perhaps to practice and learn about magic which is something which always fascinated me and I seemed to have some kind of magical ability at times such as precognition and an uncanny ability to create coincidences, which is really the key to practicing magic. This ability seemed to be something which I inherited from my father’s family, and during a drunken evening in a pizza restaurant in Bristol with my dad, I took my dad aside and wanted to find out if I was the only one who seemed able to do weird things like being able to influence the weather by mental focus or predict the future. My father told me that he too had an ability to ‘make things happen’, and his mother and my grandmother was a white-witch whose father was a descendant of the 7th Earl of Wentworth. I wondered if perhaps something about being a part of these royal bloodlines gives you magical abilities and that the Illuminati Freemasons actively seek out these people and attempt to recruit them in order to harness their abilities. It seemed that they had finally showed themselves, albeit indirectly and through insinuation as being ‘something better than friends.’ 

When I arrived in Tokyo I found this sense of ‘insinuation’ to be on-going. The system works as a kind of mentor-ship where the mentor seems to act as an intermediary for other people to make formal offers. Mr B would often make Masonic allusions and use various Masonic catchphrases. He would roll up his trouser leg for no reason. He also appeared to have developed some kind of mind reading ability, which to be honest is just the kind of thing I wanted to learn how to do. However it is less fun when you are on the receiving end and having your mind probed. 

The language school where we worked was extremely small, if it was even a language school at all. There were only two teachers, myself and Mr B, the school owner, and a secretary who seemed to be young but perpetually bad tempered. There were only two classrooms and while I was teaching in the one, Mr B would ostensibly be teaching his class, except that wasn’t quite what seemed to be happening at all. The classes I was given seemed to range from a solitary 15 year old Japanese teenager making strange sexual, moaning noises at me, while continually adjusting her blouse and trying to show me her body, to middle age Japanese women asking me if I wanted to become a Spy. I also had groups who would come in and explain to me that Hitler was secretly a good guy and did I agree with Hitler and that there was a special group I could join which worshiped Hitler. 

This was weird enough and I soon realised within the first week that these people were here for a different purpose to be trained in English, they were there to train ME. Next door Mr B would be with his ‘class’ but he would actually spend the whole time making pertinent remarks about me and things he knew about me and my family, which he could only have discovered if he had some kind of insider information. In fact he revealed his source at one point because there was a solicitor who was handling a family property dispute and he pointedly gave her name in an imaginary telephone call during which he gave his name as Mr Mason. It was all very odd and to think that a place would operate under the guise of language school just to train people to become spies is odd, but not completely improbable. 

In fact when I went out and about in Tokyo I became aware of a certain atmosphere amongst the ex-pat community, on the one hand one bunch was fearful and furtive, and seemed suspicious if you tried to talk to them, while the other part were the watchers, they would sit around watching the others, self confident and unashamedly controlling and monitoring the ex-pat community. I wondered what the purpose of this was but I considered that Japan was rather a uniquely homogenic country which has only been open to the West since 1851. I observed clearly that the country seems to be more or less owned by the United States and that they used the Freemason controlled Yakuza to keep everyone in line. My boss Mr B even introduced me to his Yakuza friend who owned a local noodle bar and he gave me a hint about how the Yakuza secretly totally control Japan. And since the Freemasons control the Yakuza it is fairly obvious that Japan is little more than a cleverly camouflaged Zionist colony.

It is very easy to control people if you have created street and crime gangs because these gangs can be used to target anyone who becomes an opponent to the established order with threats, a robbery, assault or even murder. This is much the same in the United States with black street gangs whose members can be easily mobilised to target anyone at any time.

I was accommodated in a damp and dark and rather unhealthy ground floor flat in the maze-like city village of Shitamachi. Above me on the next floor lived a person I never once saw during my whole time there which amounted to about three months. I believe he was somehow connected to Mr B because he seemed to be using gas-lighting techniques to destabilise me. Whenever I moved around my apartment he would seem to directly track me above and making weird intrusive noises. Even more disturbingly, I have the distinct impression he was able to perceive my thoughts because whenever I thought about whoever it was upstairs he would make some kind of noise.

Very few people out there seem willing to deal with this topic of the existence of actual uncanny psychic powers and extra-sensory abilities of certain Freemasons and occult practitioners but I have to categorically state, despite repeatedly trying to tell myself the contrary, that these things do indeed exist and need to be explored.


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