Michael A. Hoffman II - Secret Societies and Psychological Warfare

SECRET SOCIETIES AND PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE

Independent History & Research
Coeur dAlene Idaho 83816-0849
2001

Copyright 1989, 1992, 1995, 2001
by Michael A. Hoffman II
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Printing history:

Secret Societies and Psychological Warfare: 2001 was completed in April of 2001 and first published in July, 2001

Sixth printing: January, 2009

ISBN-10: 0-9703784-1-6

ISBN-13: 978-0-9703784-1-5

The cover illustration incorporates a photograph of a monolith that appeared New Years Day, 2001 in Seattle, Washington

CONTENTS

Preface to the 1995 Edition

On April 26, 1986, at the fourth unit of the V.I. Lenin nuclear reactor at Chernobyl in Ukraine, a genie was invoked which has attracted scientists who shorten their lives to serve there, in part, in order to have darshan with the spilled plutonium itself, because in its presence they are mesmerized. In the name of producing energy that would be "too cheap to meter," the invasion of the entities of Lovecraft is now tangible.

There is a joke operating behind the scene-flats of history. It has as its running gag the ambition to perfect mankind and create a utopian society. In 4,000 years of such hucksterage it has not dawned on the particular activists that every attempt to perfect humanity brings only calamity.

The path to hell on earth is trod by the road to utopia. This trail leads not simply to Jacobin Paris or Bolshevik Moscow, but to the laboratories of the scientists practicing genetic manipulation and seeking a "cure" for the AIDS virus right here in modem America.

How I marvel at the viral chess match, observing the AIDS virus, with the very cunning of nature, deceive and checkmate every move of the brilliant scientists charged with decoding the cryptogram at the heart of pestilence. Alas, if these demented doctors should succeed in their ambition to overcome AIDS, then the next immune deficiency microbe that careens down the corridor of iatrogenic catastrophe, will do more than rot the colons of satyrs. It will constitute the plague-most-potent; the annihilator of humanity.

By the same token, childhood immunizations, which eliminate the diseases of infancy, bear within them the scourge of the elderly, who pay at the other end of the chronological scale, with Alzheimers and multiple sclerosis, for the prophylactic pills and injections they submitted to as children. In other words, there is no escape, not even by means of great god Science.

What separates the traditional people of the past from the modern variety, is their attitude toward human nature. Modem ideologues decree that the trouble with society derives from the traditional view of man as a fallen creature; hopelessly defective. The modernists resolve to improve the world by exalting man and announcing his essential goodness.

The Old Christian Way taught that until man faced the fact of his evil nature, he would forever be a prisoner of illusion and of those magicians who would enslave his energies--ostensibly in pursuit of utopia--but actually to the furtherance of the inner executive power ideology of the secret elite.

This is the quotidian occult current, the initiate's hubris that the elite have a license to betray the utopian principles and high-minded laws they advocate for the masses, because their "inner eye of insight" or their "direct illumination," licenses them to do so.

The Sufi executive coined the most humorous, yet also the most apt description of this disguise process of occult adepts, who absolve themselves of their own public rhetoric and preachments: "permissible dissimulation" (taqiyya), performed in the "black light" (nur-e siyah).

There are old wives' tales about a counter-force on this planet that foils progress; a force that cannot be commanded by ritual magic; that is profoundly wild, intractable, rural and mischievous. The old people alleged that this prankster pedagogue taught the wisdom of things-as-they-are-which-are-not-as-they-seem; a caveat to those who would sell their immortal souls to the 'insubstantial pageant' for knowledge that turns to sorrow (Ecclesiastes 1:18).

This force manifests hostility toward industry and empire and the detritus of the machine age. It casts a vote of no confidence in man. It cries "Nevermore" to each chapter of human achievement. It is the guardian, set at the east of Eden, to forever bar us entrance. Far from being a morbid presence, it revels in childish tricks. It observes, with unconcealed glee, the present decay of the Masonic Imperium and asks of us whether, amid the ruins, we intend to turn off the electricity and restore the forest glens, or enslave ourselves again to some new Builder's conceit.

With the onset of the machine technology known by the interesting sobriquet, "Virtual Reality," the immersion of mankind into the counterfeit, computer-generated cryptosphere, intensifies, and the march of induced hallucination, digital money, junk from Wal-Mart and miracles by priests in lab coats, accelerates, commensurate with the spiritual and mental deaths of the animated corpses of the masses of the walking dead of America.

Millions of men and women who, just thirty-two years ago, even with all their flaws, were at least family and community-oriented human beings, possessed of some sense of place, some vestige of esteem for their heritage and a semblance of commonsense, are now alchemically transformed into beasts, who care for nothing but money and television, as pliable and easy to manipulate in the hands of what James Shelby Downard calls the "huckster witches" of media and government, as cattle at a slaughter house.

Whereas, according to the mythology, the elves once tricked us with fake gold that turned to leaves, we now trick ourselves into taking the true, green gold of the Ecuadorian rain forest and turn it into the black slime of the Conoco Oil Corporation.

In the name of better living through machinery, dead matter reigns. For the cause of making every day Shrove Tuesday, we do more than ever ritually proffer our heads to the perpetual Lent of automated artifice.

As we compound falsification in the name of escaping it, we are only doing what comes naturally to us, as the heirs of Adam and Eve, except that, whereas in the past the illusion was attired in the incomparably resplendent beauty of antique fairy mystification, it now heralds the end of the revel through the banal mask of Microsoft plastic.

From 007 to 2001

But we confess and witness openlythat it shall first happen that the stones shall rise and offer their service
Rosicrucian manifesto, Confessio fraternitatis (1615)

The occult Cryptocracy processes the Group Mind of the masses mainly through psychodrama. The alchemical and Rosicrucian command dogmas were literary works. In the course of receiving the establishments reports and accounts of Jack the Ripper, the Hillside Strangler, Son of Sam and the Unabomber, a mental virus is implanted in many percipients. The hypodermic needle in this case is nothing more startling than a campfire story, only the campfire is the crackling electrical current of a television and the story is of our extinction. The narrative, the plot, the characters and the symbolism all constitute the imprinting that is one of the highest functions of cere-monial, cereal murder.

There is a dark poetry to ritual murder, to twilight language, to the fantastic convergences known as coincidence. Most conspiracy researchers miss these. The best investigator--of the occult or of almost anything else--has a child-like sense of curiosity and wonder about seemingly mundane things. John Stilgoe, professor of Landscape History at Harvard University, in his book,