9-11: descent into tyranny : the New World Order's dark plans to turn Earth into a prison planet (19 page)

134

sides of the road, which were kind of like the German-style checkpoints you see in old news reels.

I told Mike I thought it would be a good idea if we tried to get on one of the large trucks (the flat-back open trucks that had padded seats that were picking up members of the Bohemian Club as well as the employees). So, we went ahead and walked through the woods to the Bohemian Club member parking area and waited for one of the large trucks to pull up, at which time myself and Mike climbed onto the back with two older gentlemen.

Mike and myself made small-talk conversation as we got onto the black-top road and drove deeper into the Grove, now approaching these larger checkpoints. In the two or three minutes that we were on board the truck, we caught an interesting conversation on tape, as two of the members discussed the prices of their ceremonial robes (all of that is in my video, Dark Secrets: Inside Bohemian Grove).

Our first close call happened as we neared the main checkpoint. The truck actually stopped, at which time an older, gray-haired man made eye contact with the driver of the truck and walked around the back of the truck to stare myself and Mike right in the eye. Obviously, he was afraid that we might be guests of the two older gentlemen we were riding in with in the truck (as Bohemian Club members are allowed to bring guests) so he didn’t ask us who we were or what we were doing. The guards went ahead and waved us on with a look of suspicion.

Then we were really inside the Bohemian Grove. We had heard all of the bizarre rumors and were about to find out what was really going on inside. The mystery was getting closer to being solved.

The truck drove in for several more minutes and stopped at which time we off-loaded. I told Mike that I wanted to get to cover. It took us about 45 minutes to an hour to walk all the way through to the bottom of the gorge, at which point the road ended and a car could no longer drive on it, as it turned into a concrete-paved, blacktop foot-path. We reached the end of the gorge, which is an observation deck at the top of a 300-foot cliff overlooking the Russian River and the small town of Monte Rio on the other side. It was my plan to have the least amount of contact with the Bohemian Club members and staff as I could and to wait until nightfall to attempt to get out our hidden cameras and to catch the Cremation of Care ceremony on tape.

At this point, I should digress and go back and say that as we were walking into the Grove we came within about ten yards of the 40 foot stone owl that sits to the north side of the small lake. We were only about seven yards away from the black altar that sits at the base of the owl.

So, already at this point we had proven a big rumor true: yes there is a giant stone owl –

yes there is an altar. As we were walking deeper into the grove, past the lake, we even saw little metal crosses sticking up from the water’s edge. We’ll get to those little metal crosses later.

135

So, now we had been there about an hour at the observation deck. There was no one around. All of the sudden, there was an older gentleman, about 67-70 years old, wearing a Sonoma County Sheriff’s Department uniform coming up the path . We didn’t even see him coming. I believe he was the Sheriff, and he started speaking to us in some kind of code.

He looked directly at me and said, "Were you here in 1913? Are you one of the old ones?"

Now obviously, I was 27 years old and the man knew I wasn’t around in 1913 and that I wasn’t one of the old ones. Knowing that he was testing me, I just calmly said, "Yeah, I’m with the Hillbillies."

To explain that, there are about 95 different clubs within the Bohemian Club. All the different club houses and log cabin-style mansions that are built into the cliffs have different names and different memberships. The most elite club, according to press reports is Mandaley, with Henry Kissinger and Paul Volcker, former Federal Reserve Chairman and other New World Order bosses.

The Hillbilly Camp is the camp that the Bushes are members of, along with many other notables in American industry, banking, media and government. At that point he smiled and said, "Well, enjoy the day." He then turned around and walked off. After he left I said to Mike, "Look, we’ve got to get to a new position and hide ourselves in the woods." So we traveled back into the gorge, off the cliffside and the observation deck. About half-way into the gorge, we noticed that two men in dark suits and sunglasses were following us. I decided to slow down.

The two men ,who were obviously private security, Secret Service or somebody’s private body guards, walked up to us and asked us our names. I gave them my fake name and Mike gave them his fake name, and we told them that we were members of the Hillbilly Club.

They said, "take it easy, don’t stress yourselves out and enjoy yourselves," which was a theme that came up more later. At this point, we had been confronted twice and were now being followed. I told Mike that we had to get into a heavily populated area where a lot of the Grove members were congregating.

So we went into several of the clubs and almost had our identities blown. We went in and had a few drinks, because everyone was drinking copiously and they were offering us wine in some of the clubhouses. We then got back on the road and into a large outdoor feasting area, where hundreds of tables were being set from some party or revelry. I told Mike we should go up the steep road into the hills where some of the larger structures were located. It took us about 20 minutes to walk up the road into the only hills that were accessible by foot. At that point some of the employees began to ask us why weren’t riding the truck up. We told them that we wanted exercise, at which point they started acting pretty suspicious.

136

We noticed that high up in the hills many of the large log cabin structures were deserted, with many large outside decks. So we went into the Web Camp and just made ourselves comfortable. (The camps have different names like Lost Boys, Doom, Dragon etc.) We simply sat out the next hour, reloaded our hidden cameras and got them back into place. By then, the shadows were getting long and it was just a few minutes until dusk. We started to hear bizarre chanting and singing coming from down below us in the gorge. So we traveled back into the gorge. On our way back down, we saw thousands of men chanting and singing drunkenly beneath the giant redwoods.

It was like something out of a fantasy novel. I expected to see a dragon come hopping by any moment. There were huge skulls hanging down from the floodlights, satanic-styled owls with glowing eyes, (a lot of trappings of death) that we could now see in the twilight illuminated by the large floodlights.

The feasting revelers were beginning to break up and to travel down paths towards the lake. We decided to go ahead and mix in with them and go where they were going. They were going towards the east side of the bank about 100 yards across the north tip of the lake where the idol and altar stood.

As we were walking around the lake, the only black man we saw, a very large man, saw myself and Mike walking very quickly compared to other members in the crowd (we wanted to get a good place on the east side of the bank to watch the Cremation of Care ritual – most of the rumors I had heard were now coming true). He said, "trouble yourselves not! Take it easy! The cares of the world are off your shoulders! You’re not supposed to walk that fast." He then gave us two full-color programs. On the cover of the program, they show Moloch, the big owl, with a burning body enflamed beneath it (the program can be viewed at infowars.com). [note to publisher: please insert image: bg/program_scan with the following caption: Program Cover from the Bohemian Grove Cremation of Care Ceremony]Also a little demon, with the initials PJ was sweeping up someone’s ashes on the lower left-hand corner of the program (which is also on my film, Dark Secrets: Inside Bohemian Grove) [note to publisher: please insert image: bg/program_demon with the following caption: Demon

“PJ” on Program Cover from the Bohemian Grove Cremation of Care Ceremony]. Thousands of the men began to gather on the eastern bank, private servants (as opposed to the Bohemian Grove employees, who all wear red shirts and who weren’t allowed to be present for the ritual) began to put out chairs for their elderly employers. The sun had now sunk behind the hill. It was completely dark and you couldn’t even see the other side of the water. There were bats flying around and a lot of natural fog building on the surface of the water (there is a lot of fog in Northern California that time of year). Picture this, if Count Dracula lived in North America, he would live in Sonoma County. This was spooky stuff. The hair on the back of my neck was beginning to stand up at this point.

137

Then, out of the woods, all of the sudden came thirty priests in black robes, their faces painted up like death, with a man dressed like the Grim Reaper pulling a wagon with a bound body. Then we noticed something that we had seen during the day. Large black canopies had been unfurled out of the trees on the western side of the bank (we’re on the eastern side – only about 70 yards away at that point) and they unfurled those, and the wagon pulled behind it.

The men then began to yell out, breathing heavily, "burn him again! He’s going to get what he deserves! Kill that son of a bitch!”

Now, I must digress and say that the reason I was able to see the priest in the black robes, the priest painted-up like death, and the bound body on the back of the wagon, was because they were all carrying torches. The place was somewhat illuminated by the torches being carried by the thirty priests in front and the thirty priests behind the wagon. Probably out of the entire ritual that I witnessed, the most important aspect of the ceremony was what happened first. The wagon went behind these big black sheets hanging out of the trees, down to the ground, obscuring the view, and for about 10

minutes nothing happened.

It was quiet except for the hateful shouts of the old men, who said things like, "Oh yeah!

Burn that bastard! Kill him! That’s what he deserves!" All we could hear was them whispering and smacking their lips. This went on and on.

Now on the west side of the bank, (we’re were on the east side, about 60-70 yards away) at the front, about 100 yards away on the north side, is the idol, sitting in darkness. No one was paying attention to that. Everyone was distracted as they stared across the water at whatever was happening behind those black curtains with that bound body. Whether it was an effigy or real, we do not know. (This is kind of like the Skull and Bones ritual that the New York Observer caught on tape. They claim that the video shows them slitting the throats of ceremonial effigies.) Is all of this in effigy? We don’t know. We were all focused at what was going on across the pond. Suddenly the owl was lit up by some flood lights and out ran a hundred priests or so in black, red and green robes. Most of them were in black, some in red and a couple in silver or green robes. Then, out came the high priest, who went through all his incantations about the dead (who is dead at the Grove in the past, may their spirits be conjured and brought back there by the "great owl"). He praised the owl for about twenty minutes and he talked about "goodly Tyre and Babylon."

(I know how bizarre this all sounds, just remember that we have all of this on tape in my video, Dark Secrets: Inside Bohemian Grove, which has aired nationally in the United Kingdom, and might air here in the United States, unless it is suppressed.) So, the priest talked about "goodly Tyre and Babylon." Well,, there is only one "great owl" of Babylon and "goodly" Tyre. If you read your Bible, or any historical document of

138

the time, they were burning children in the Babylonian and Caananite kingdoms before the owl-god Moloch.

Suddenly, (again, we had initially been misdirected from the owl by the activities behind the curtains across the bank, then we were paying attention to the owl and the priests on the island ) back on the west bank, there was an old-fashioned river-style boat, with that grim reaper character who had been driving the wagon, and he was poling himself across the water with the bound body up on the bow.

He brought the bound body to the high priest who was waiting for it at the foot of the owl, at the bottom of large circular steps on which the owl sits. Then, in very macabre fashion, two of the black-clad priests rubbed and caressed the sacrificial body and brought it before the owl.

The body begged for its life, over a speaker system. They refused it mercy. They took it up onto the altar. The "great owl" told them to burn the body (which they called "dull care,")which looks like a human wrapped up in black cloth. Right above the altar there was a large stone lamp that was burning that they call the "eternal flame." The high priest took an unlit torch and lit his torch with this flame.

The body again begged for mercy. The high priest then walked down (with some difficulty, because this high priest was so old, he could hardly even walk), and lit the pyre on fire. He began to say that he would read the signs in the remains, a deep occult tradition. This is not the Hollywood devil with red pajamas – this is the real deal, Babylon mystery religion-style.

The body continued to scream in pain. Suddenly, all of those little metal crosses that we had seen along the bank during the day burst into flame. So, I was there witnessing something right out of the medieval painter Hieronymus Bosch’s
Visions of Hell
: burning metal crosses, priests in red and black robes with the high priest in a silver robe with a red cape, a burning body screaming in pain, a giant stone great-horned owl, world leaders, bankers, media and the head of academia engaged in these activities. It was total insanity.

So the ritual ended and all the old men started breaking up and going back to the big hall in the giant redwoods. Myself and Mike high-tailed it out of there, walking at a brisk pace. We encountered no resistance when we left. We walked right by guards and were out on the main road, Bohemian Avenue.

It is a lot easier to get out of the Grove than it is to get in, because a lot of these world leaders that you read about in the news leave the Grove to go into the small town Monte Rio. They go into the bars for prostitutes that are flown in from around the world to service them.