The Order of the Illuminati was an Enlightenment-age secret society founded on May 1st, 1776, in Ingolstadt (Upper Bavaria), by Adam Weishaupt, who was the first lay professor of canon law at the University of Ingolstadt. The movement consisted of freethinkers, secularists, liberals, republicans, and pro-feminists, recruited in the Masonic Lodges of Germany, who sought to promote perfectionism through mystery schools. As a result, in 1785, the order was infiltrated, broken, and suppressed by government agents by Charles Theodore, Elector of Bavaria, in his campaign to neutralize the threat of secret societies ever becoming hotbeds of conspiracies to overthrow the monarchy and state religion. In the late 18th century, reactionary conspiracy theorists such as Scottish physicist John Robison and French Jesuit priest Augustin Barruel began speculating that the Illuminati survived their suppression and became the masterminds behind the French Revolution and the Reign of Terror. The Illuminati were accused of being enlightened by absolutists who were attempting to secretly orchestrate the world revolution to globalize the most radical ideals of the Enlightenment: anti-clericalism, anti-monarchism, and anti-patriarchalism. During the 19th century, the fear of an Illuminati conspiracy was a real concern of European ruling classes, and their oppressive reactions to this unfounded fear provoked in 1848 the very revolutions they sought to prevent. Although many say that the Illuminati was disbanded and destroyed so long ago, it is well known that the Rothschild dynasty, following the family's involvement in the secret order in Bavaria, received much attention for its major takeover of Europe's central banks. The Rothschild dynasty owns roughly half of the world's wealth, and evidence suggests it has funded both sides of major wars, including the United States Civil War.
ΤΡΑΠΕΖΙΤΕΣ / ILLUMINATI
Όλoi οι Αμερικανοί ελέγχονται από ένα εκλεγμένο των σατανιστών. θα πρέπει να έχουμε καμία ανοχή για τους σατανιστές / ΤΡΑΠΕΖΙΤΕΣ - ILLUMINATI. Απλή λύση: Σύλληψη των ILLUMINATI για εγκλήματα κατά της ανθρωπότητας. ΕΠΙΣΤΡΕΨΕΤΕ τα κλεμμένα χρήματα για την παγκόσμια ευημερία. 1. Σε ποιον ανήκει η FED; 2. Τι κάνουν με τα χρήματα που κλέβουν από εμάς; Η ILLUMINATI είναι υπεύθυνη για την έναρξη Ολον τον μεγάλον πολέμον,και σε αυτό που έρχεται σύντομα.... Αυτοί Rothschild στην δική της Federal Reserve. Αξίζουν $ 500 τρισεκατομμύρια. Κατέχουν τα πάντα Media, τράπεζες, κυβερνήσεις, Και χρησιμοποιούν χρήματά μας για να μας ελέγχουν μέσω τoν ειδήσεων
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Among all these tragic things I describedwhich reminds me of the end times.The man does not know who to trust.We organized these ‘Lighters’ [name given to their spiritual meetings] and say these things…Some say they are bold.Why bold? It’s just truthful, unpretentious,without any [hidden] interest, simple.As a matter of fact, I can confess that [purely] on a scale of personal interest,It is not in my interest to be so ‘sharp’ and revealing.I studied law school, and I could act as a lawyer and square the circle.Yet, I would be an unworthy son of holy Fathers.What will I say to Saint Iakovo's [Tsalikis],Tomorrow, will I go up?Huh?A few days ago, a guy who has a demon came.He came for confession.He was quiet …He listens to the demon inside him.But, when we read prayers with some Fathers here,It flared up.A ‘revealing’ demon, it would reveal to you things that you had done 50 years ago and had not confessed to.As we were speaking … this [narration] is a parenthesis.I mocked Satan.“My child, don’t be afraid of Satan. He is an ant,” I said.“Do not give him rights.”“The Fathers [of the Church] say that he is an ant-lion.”If we give him rights, he becomes a lion inside us.But if we repent, he is an ant.With the name of Christ, we step on it and erase it.Right away, the demon he had inside him rebelled.What did the demon tell him?[Demon]: “Tell Neophytos that I will wait for him at the toll-houses, right after his death.”Are you [people] listening?[Demon]: “I will wait for him there.”“We will see whether I am an ant then.”[Morphou]: You know that many theologians and clergy even doubt the existence of toll-houses.The guy told me, “He [the demon] got angry because you called him ‘an ant’”“And he told me that he will wait for you at the toll-houses”“to show you how much of an ant he is.”I said, “Tell him that I am not afraid of him.”“My mother will come find me at the toll-houses,”“My grandmother, Myrofora, will also come.”“So will Saint Evmenios [Saridakis] and Saint Iakovos [Tsalikis].”As soon as he heard the name “Iakovos,”He cries out, “The pickled herring burnt us.”When we have the experience of such holy Fathers and holy Mothers,am I allowed to square the circle [i.e., to make compromises on their faith]?At 60 years old, what am I? A man facing his death.However, from the moment Christ,“[incarnate] of the Holy Spirit and the Virgin Mary” [from The Creed]—I give glory to the great name of the Mother of God—[The Christ] became a perfect God and a perfect man,I have eternal life.My life does not end at 60, 80, or 90 years old.Is it not so?Death is a bridge.And then never-ending life.Heavenly Liturgy!Christ will serve the Liturgy.This is where St. Iakovos will be,where St. Evmenios will be,where St. Paisios will be,where Milia [his mother] and Myrofora [his grandmother] will be.What will I say to them?“I was doing politics [instead of confessing the unalterable truth of the faith]”“and said that homosexuality is ‘a desire that God implanted in men.’”(translator’s note: criticizes an Orthodox Metropolitan in Greece who made this exact statement in 2021)My strict mother will tell me [when she meets him after death],“Shame on you! Is this what I taught you?”I want to say that we have an obligation towards our fathers and mothers.And the fact that we are inside the church instead of Christmas Eve dinners during these days,it is they who put us into the Church.And we have an obligation to confess!A child came to confess these days, a homosexual but a fighter.I told him, “Do you want me to tell you a way to stop this shameful act, little by little?”“Please do!” He said while crying.“Others will tell you to do repentances [i.e., prostrations],”“Others will say do a lot of fast.”“I will tell you two things.”“Do not focus your eye on the male bodies that provoke your temptation.”“Because «ἐκ τοῦ ὁρᾶν τίκτεται τό ἐρᾶν» [Ancient Greek proverb].”[Meaning], from watching, the desire is born.“And secondly, love the confession.”He says, “I got the first one, but I didn’t get the second one.”“Have you not realized the age we live in?” I told him.We live in an age when the mere confession [to people],“No, Christ is not just a teacher.”—A great mystic, as the masons say—“He is the perfect God and the perfect man!”“You are hanging out with friends and you are drinking whiskey,”“You are smoking a cigarette, you are dancing, and such a topic comes up.”You know the religious topics are much in fashion among young people.You will confess the Orthodox stance!Then, St. Maximus the Confessor will come by your side.Who fought for the perfect man and perfect God.She comes and says, “We will have many lovers.”“until we discover the perfect sexual pleasure and enjoyment.”You should say, “I, too, look for lovers of the same sex, but the enjoyment lies elsewhere.”It is the Divine Liturgy.The rest are various ‘Panadol’ and aspirins to quell ‘the calcination’ of the flesh.Right?“St. Mary of Egypt will come by your side, my son.”“As soon as you invoke her [in a time of need],”“because you confessed the Orthodox stance at a difficult time,”“She will rush to your aid so that your eye does not stick on the other bodies.”“And the vision turns into a thought, a desire, an imagination, and most likely, an act.”The kid left overjoyed!
One evening, on Easter Monday in 1964, just past midnight before I went to sleep, I went out into the little garden behind our house and stood for a while, looking up at the dark, star-filled sky. A holy elder once told me that at this hour, the heavens open. I would stand there alone until dawn, feeling as though I had no body and no connection to the earth. Sometimes, I wondered if someone in the house might wake up and worry that I was gone, so I returned inside and lay down. Yet I wasn't very sleepy. I don’t know if I was awake or asleep when I saw, before me, a man with a blank face.
He was as pale as death, his eyes wide and staring at me in fear. His face was like a mask, like a mummy’s—skin black-yellow, shiny, and clinging to his skull, showing every hollow. He was gasping for breath. In one hand, he held a strange object I could not identify; with the other, he pressed his chest as if in pain. The sight of him made me shudder. I looked at him, and he looked at me without speaking, as if we had been destined to meet. And although he was silent, it was as if a voice in my head told me, "It’s so-and-so." As soon as I heard that voice, I knew who he was.
Then he opened his mouth and gasped, but his voice seemed to come from far away, echoing from the depths of a well. It was obvious he was in great distress—his hands, legs, eyes, everything showed he was being tortured. In my desperation, I tried to go to him to help, but he signaled with his hand for me to stop, not to approach. I started to moan, frozen in place. Then he said, "I did not come by my own will—they sent me. Here I tremble always. I am dizzy. I want to die, but I cannot."
"Ah, what you said, Foti, came true. Do you remember, a few days before I died, when you came to my house and spoke to me about faith? You warned me about my friends, how they were unbelievers like me. While you spoke, they only smiled. When you left, they mocked you, saying it was a shame that a man like you believed in such nonsense. Another time, I told you, as I often did, 'Brother Foti, save your money, or you’ll die penniless. Look at me—I have plenty, but I still want more.' You asked me if I had any guarantee I would live as long as I wanted. I told you, 'I’m 75 now; I’ll live past a hundred. My children are provided for, my son makes good money, my daughter married well, and my wife wants for nothing. Not like you, listening to what priests say.' I told you that Christians end their lives with nothing, and what do they gain from giving money to the church? 'Your God made the poor for me to help? Nonsense. I know all these tricks. Let the simple-minded believe it. Not you, my Light—you’re educated and yet you’re lost. You’ll die before I do, leaving your family behind. But I tell you as a doctor—I’ll live to 110.'"
As he spoke, he twisted about as if roasting on a spit, pulling something dumb from his mouth. "Ah! Ah! Ouch!" He calmed down for a while and continued, "But in a few days, I died. I lost the bet. What a riot. What horror I endured! Helpless, I would sink, then rise, and cry for mercy. But no one heard me. A current spun me around like a dead mouse. What agony! Everything you said came true. You won the bet. When I was alive, I was clever—a doctor, respected. I mocked religion, dismissed the afterlife. Now I see what I once called fairy tales are real. This is the agony, the gnashing of teeth the saints spoke of."
After that, he vanished, though I could still hear his moans fading into the distance. I must have slept for a while, but suddenly I felt a cold hand push me. I opened my eyes and saw him again—smaller now, more hideous, the size of a child with an old man’s head shaking to and fro. He opened his mouth and said, "Soon it will be dawn, and those who sent me will come to take me." I asked who sent him, but his answer was confused, unintelligible.
He told me that where he was, there were many others like him—people who mocked my faith. Now they understood that cleverness ends at the grave. There were others, too, whom I had treated well, and they spoke badly of me. The more I forgave, the more bitter they became, for kindness made them feel defeated. These souls are in an even worse state, unable to leave their prison as he had.
"They are tortured even more, beaten with the scourge of love, as a saint once said. The world is not as we see it—it is upside down from what we thought. Now we understand that our cleverness was foolishness, our talk was empty, our joys were false. You, who have your heart in Christ—you have won the great bet between believers and unbelievers, the bet I lost. I am lost, trembling, sighing, without peace. In Hades there is no repentance. Woe to those who walk the path we walked. We mocked belief in God and the afterlife, and many applauded us. We called you fools and hypocrites, and the more patiently you accepted our insults, the more our malice grew. I see even now how saddened you were by our evil, but how patiently you accepted the arrows we shot at you, calling you names. If only the unfortunate could see what I see now, they would be horrified at their actions. I want to warn them, to tell them to change, but I have no permission—just as the rich man begged Abraham to send Lazarus to warn his brothers, but was refused. And so, the wicked are condemned, and those who walk with God are saved. I have wronged the unjust, the defiled, and the righteous, for years, as the scripture says..."
And then he faded away.
Когда мы спросили о времени Пасхи: «Но как мы освободимся?», он ответил: «Сынок, после угрозы, которую турки выдвинули в Эгейском море, русские ударят по ним со всех сторон так сильно, что им придётся вывести
свои войска с Кипра, чтобы отправить их на войну в
Босфорский пролив. И однажды ты проснёшься и услышишь, что
войска уходят воевать в Турцию, и тогда тебе придётся
управлять Северным Кипром, у которого не будет армии,
но он будет полон эпоса, поскольку он будет полон турок-киприотов,
курдов, лазов, алевитов, суннитов и шиитов — там мы увидим свой разум, и мы
Как церковь, мы должны нести большую ответственность перед
христианами, также и перед мусульманами.
Я сейчас замерзаю здесь. Люди говорят, что будут протесты.
Прежде чем Кипр будет освобождён, будет период процветания, как это было
мы видели. Но тогда наступит великий суд, как мы и живём. Если мир не поймёт этого и не обратится к Богу, наступит великий суд. Вслушайтесь в подробности:
Отели будут забронированы. И дома будут стоять на
столпах без конца.
Бог вод может закрыть небо и вызвать дождь. То есть, всё принадлежит
ему. И есть одна милая истина, которая, однако, скрывает трагическую
истину, которую, к сожалению, приходится говорить: наступит время, когда
Осёл будет выведен и не будет найден. Зачем мы будем гнать ослов?
Потому что не будет топлива. Вот в чём причина.
Когда не будет топлива, как я доберусь из Эвриху в Ставратос?
Э: Так вот в чём большая проблема: у нас может
не быть войны, но у нас не будет товаров. Кроты Саколы высохнут за
три дня. Как будет прокормлен этот мир городов? Вот почему я говорю, что
Важный вопрос, к которому мы должны отнестись серьёзно, — это сельское хозяйство. иметь свою собственную в трудные времена, уметь самостоятельно управлять
по крайней мере, своей жизнью, по крайней мере, своим существованием
