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Aventuras espaciales anth. El Cristo hueco. Cadiz Avila, Ilda. He was big and burly, powerful muscles bulging under his black-and-green striped nautical sweater. He held out his hand. We shook hands; he had a grip like King Kong. Fortunately, I have Viking ancestors, as well. My mother is Norwegian. However, blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin are all recessive. My Sicilian father creamed my mother in the genes. I wouldn't have believed a submarine like this could exist without the whole world knowing about it.

This is what the liberated mind can do. I am the twentieth-century Leonardo, except that I'm not gay. I've tried it, of course, but women interest me more. The world has never heard of Hagbard Celine. That is because the world is stupid and Celine is very smart. The submarine is radar and sonar transparent.

It is superior to the best either the American or Russian government even has on the drawing board. It can go to any depth in any ocean. We've sounded the Atlantic Trench, the Mindinao Deep, and a few holes in the floor of the sea that no one's ever heard of or named. Lief Erickson is capable of meeting the biggest, most ferocious, and smartest monsters of the deep, of which we've found God's plenty. I'd even risk her in battle with Leviathan himself, though I'm just as pleased that we've only seen him.

That fish-if fish it be-that is to your whale what your whale is to your meanest guppy. Don't ask me what Leviathan is-I haven't even gotten close enough to tell you his shape. There's only one of him, her, or it in all that world that's water. I don't know how it reproduces-maybe it doesn't have to reproduce-maybe it's immortal. It may be neither plant nor. Oh, we've seen monsters, George. I'm talking about seeing things and being with people that will really liberate your mind-not just replacing liberalism with Marxism so you can shock your parents.

I'm talking about getting altogether off the grubby plane you live on and taking a trip with Hagbard to a transcendental universe. Did you know that on sunken Atlantis there is a. The fact is I simply don't believe Atlantis ever existed. This is pure bullshit. Do you trust the evidence of your senses? I hope so, because you'll see Atlantis and the pyramid, just as I said.

Those bastards, the Illuminati, are trying to get gold to further their conspiracies by looting an Atlantean temple. And Hagbard is going to foil them by robbing it first. Because I fight the Illuminati every chance I get. And because I'm an. Will you join us? You're free to leave right now, if you wish. I'll put you. I write magazine articles for a living. And even if ninety percent of what you say is bullshit, moonshine, and the most elaborate put-on since Richard Nixon, this is the best story I've ever come across. A nut with a gigantic golden submarine whose followers include beautiful guerrilla women who blow up southern jails and take out the prisoners.

No, I'm not leaving. You're too big a fish to let get away. Hagbard Celine slapped me on the shoulder. You've got courage and initiative. You trust only the evidence of your eyes and believe what no man tells you. I was right about you. Come on down to my stateroom.

Celine pressed a button and the elevator door and the gate outside both slid back. We stepped out into a carpeted room with a lovely black woman sitting at one end under an elaborate emblem concocted of anchors, seashells, Viking figureheads, lions, ropes, octopi, lightning bolts, and, occupying the central position, a golden apple. Celine led me down a long corridor, saying, "You'll find this submarine is opulently furnished.

I have no need to live in monklike surroundings like those masochists who become naval officers. No Spartan simplicity for me. This is more like an ocean liner or a grand European hotel of the. Edwardian era. Wait till you see my suite. You'll like your stateroom, too. To please myself, I built this thing on the grand scale. No finicky naval architects or parsimonious accountants in my business. I believe you've got to spend money to make money and spend the money you make to enjoy money. Besides, I have to live in the damned thing.

No bullshit authority titles for me. I'm Freeman Hagbard Celine, but the. If I don't like it, I'll punch you in the nose. If there were more bloody noses, there'd be fewer wars. I'm in smuggling mostly. With a spot of piracy, just to keep ourselves on our toes. But that only against the Illuminati and their communist dupes. We aim to prove that no state has the right to regulate commerce in any way. Nor can it, when it is up against free men. My crew are all volunteers. We have among us liberated sailors who were indentured to the navies of America, Russia, and China. Excellent fellows.

The governments of the world will never catch us, because free men are always cleverer than slaves, and any man who works for a government is a slave. I've got to warn you, I come from a long line of labor agitators and Reds. You'll never convert me to a right-wing position. Celine reared back as if I had waved offal under his nose. Didn't you understand that much?

We've got nothing to do with right-wing, left-wing or any other half-assed political category. You're talking like a medieval serf, asking the first agnostic whether he worships God or the Devil. We're outside the system's categories. You'll never get the hang of our game if you keep thinking in flat-earth imagery of right and left, good and evil,. If you need a group label for us, we're political non-Euclideans. But even that's not. Sink me, nobody of this tub agrees with anybody else about anything, except maybe what the fellow with the horns told the old man in the clouds: Non serviam.

He threw open an oaken door, and I entered a living room furnished in handsome teak and rosewood Scandinavian, upholstered in bright solid colors. He hadn't been exaggerating about the scale: you could have parked a Greyhound bus in the middle of the carpet and the room would still seem uncluttered.

Above an orange couch hung a huge oil painting in an elaborate gilt frame easily a foot deep on all sides. The painting was essentially a cartoon. It showed a man in robes with long,. Above his head a fiery hand traced flaming letters with its index finger on the rock. The words it wrote were:. As I started to laugh, I felt, through the soles of my feet, an enormous engine beginning to throb. Celine's crowd take Dorn, according to plan, and, Harry Coin is, ah, no longer with us. Everything is GO. The following. And then I sat back and thought about Harry Coin.

Once I imagined I could make it with him: there was something so repulsive, so cruel, so wild and psychopathic there. The same as every other man. Hurt me. Do something. Nothing, nothing, nothing. The closest miss was that strange banker, Drake, from Boston. What a scene. I'd gotten into his. Old white-haired buzzard, between sixty and seventy: typical of our wealthier members, I thought.

I started the usual spiel, communism, sexism, smut, and all the time his eyes were bright and hard as a snake's. It finally hit me that he didn't believe a word of it, so I started to cut it off, and then he pulled out his checkbook and wrote and held it up so I could see it. Twenty thousand dollars. I didn't know what to say, and I started something about how all true Americans would appreciate this great gesture and so on, and he said, "Rubbish. You're not rich but you're famous. I want to add you to my collection. He took me into a private suite off of his business office and he touched one button, the lights dimmed, another button, down came a movie screen, a third button, and I was watching a pornographic movie.

He didn't approach me, just watched, and I tried to get excited, wondering if the actress was really making it or just faking it, and then a second film began, four of them this time in permutations and combinations, he led me to the couch, every time I opened my eyes I could still see the film over his shoulder, and it was the same, the same, as soon as he got his thing inside me, nothing, nothing, nothing, I kept looking at the actors trying to feel something, and then, as he came, be whispered in my ear, "Heute.

Later, I tried to find out about him, but nobody above me in the Order would say a word, and those below me didn't know anything. But I finally found out: he was very big in the Syndicate, maybe the top. And that's how I figured out that the old rumor was true, the Syndicate was run by the Order, too, just like everything else. But that cold sinister old man never said another word about it. I kept waiting while we dressed, when he gave me the check, when he escorted me to the door, and even his expression seemed to deny that he had said it or knew what it meant.

When he opened the door for me, he put an arm on. And yet he had read me to the core, knew I was faking, and guessed that terror alone could unlock my reflexes: maybe he even knew that I had already tried physical sadism and it hadn't worked. Out on Wall Street in the crowd, I saw a man with a gas mask- they were still rare that year- and I felt the whole world was moving faster than I could understand and that the Order wasn't telling me nearly.

Brother Beghard, who is actually a politician in Chicago under his "real" name, once explained the Law of Fives to me in relation to the pyramid-of-power principle. Intellectually, I understand: it's the only way we can work, each group a separate vector so that the most any infiltrator can learn is a small part of the design. Emotionally, though, it does get frightening at times: do the Five at the top really have the whole picture?

I don't know, and I don't see how they can predict a man like Drake or. I joined the Order seeking power, and now I am more a tool, an object, than ever before. If a man like Drake ever thought that, he might tear the whole show apart. Unless the Five really do have the powers they claim; but I'm not gullible enough to believe that bull.

Some of it's hypnotism, and some is plain old stage magic, but none of it is really supernatural. Nobody has sold me on a fairy tale since my uncle got into me when I was twelve with his routine about stopping the bleeding. If my parents had only told me the truth about menstruation in.

Enough of that. There was work to be done. I hit the buzzer on my desk and my secretary, Mr. Mortimer, came in. As I'd guessed, it was past nine o'clock and he'd been out there in the reception area straightening up and worrying about my mood for God knows how long, while I was daydreaming. I studied my memo pad, while he waited apprehensively. Finally, I noticed him and said, "Be seated. Tell bun to cream them; I won't be satisfied unless a dozen of the perverts are put in the hospital, and I don't care how many of our people get arrested doing it The bail fund is available, if they need it.

If Zev has any objections, I'll talk to him, but otherwise you handle it. Then make up the standard number-two press release, where I deny any knowledge of illegal activities-by that chapter and promise we will investigate and expel anybody guilty of mob action— have that ready for release this afternoon. Then get me the latest sales figures on Telemachus Sneezed. Guess who it was? She's frigid for one thing. She joined women's liberation at the same age George joined Weatherman, and they both split after a few months.

And you'd be surprised how similar their mothers were, or how the successful careers of their older brothers annoy them—". Hagbard Celine knocked an ash off his long Italian cigar. He felt the cold wetness on his thighs before he realized he was urinating in his pants; a shell exploded nearby and he sobbed. Don't let them kill me. I'm afraid to die. Please, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Mary Lou and Simon are eating breakfast in bed, still naked as Adam and Eve. Mary Lou spread jam on toast and asked, "No, seriously: which part was hallucination and which part was real?

Simon sipped at his coffee. Handing us a line. The Purple Sage cursed and waxed sorely pissed and cried out in a loud voice: A pox upon the accursed Illuminati of Bavaria; may their seed take no root. May their hands tremble, their eyes dim and their spines curl up, yea, verily, like unto the backs of snails; and may the vaginal orifices of their women be clogged with Brillo pads.

For they have sinned against God and Nature; they have made of life a prison; and they have stolen the green from the grass and the blue from the sky. And so saying, and grimacing and groaning, the Purple Sage left the world of men and women and retired to the desert in despair and heavy grumpiness. But the High Chapperal laughed, and said to the Erisian faithful: Our brother torments himself with no cause, for even the malign Illuminati are unconscious pawns of the Divine Plane of Our Lady.

October 23, , was the thirty-fifth anniversary of the murder of Arthur Flegenheimer alias "The Dutchman," alias "Dutch Schultz" , but this dreary lot has no intention of commemorating that occasion. Smiling Jim Treponema, has noted a bearded and therefore suspicious young man among the delegates. Such types were not likely to be KCUF members and might even be dope fiends.

Smiling Jim told the Andy Frain ushers to keep a watchful eye on the young man so no "funny business" could occur, and then went to the podium to begin his talk on "Sex Education: Communist Trojan Horse in Our Schools. The bearded young man, who happened to be Simon Moon, adviser to Teenset magazine on II-luminati affairs and instructor in sexual yoga to numerous black young ladies, observed that he was being observed which made him think of Heisenberg and settled back in his chair to doodle pentagons on his note pad.

Three rows ahead, a crew-cut middle-aged man, who looked like a suburban Connecticut doctor, also settled back comfortably, awaiting his opportunity: the funny business that he and Simon had in mind would be, he hoped, very funny indeed. There is a road going due east from Dayton, Ohio, toward New Lebanon and Brookville, and on a small farm off that road lives an excellent man named James V. Riley, who is a sergeant on the Dayton police force. Although he grieves the death of his wife two years back in '67 and worries about his son, who seems to be in some shady business involving frequent travel between New York City and Cuernavaca, the sergeant is basically a cheerful man; but on June 25, , he was a bit out of sorts and generally not up to snuff because of his arthritis and the seemingly endless series of pointless and peculiar questions being asked by the reporter from New York.

It didn't make sense- who would want to publish a book about John Dillinger at this late date? And why would such a book deal with Dillinger's dental history? I don't hold with some of these people who've written books about him and said the long sentence he got back then is what made him bitter and turned him bad.

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He got the long sentence because he was so snotty to the judge. Not a sign of repentence or remorse, just wisecracks and a know-it-all grin spread all over his face. A bad apple from the start. And always hellbent-for-leather. In a hurry to get God knows where. Sometimes folks used to joke that there were two of him, he'd go through town so fast. Rushing to his own funeral. Young punks like that never get long enough sentences, if you want my opinion.

Might slow them down a bit". The reporter— what was his name again? James Mallison, hadn't he said? But what I want to know was where was Dillinger's missing tooth— on the right side or the left side of his face? The reporter dabbed his forehead with a handkerchief— very nervous he seemed to be. Now, just try to picture John Dillinger as you remember him, with that know-it-all grin as you called it Can you get the picture into focus?

Which side is the missing tooth on? Mallison's faced changed, as if in desperation which he was trying to conceal. Are you a Mason? Bejesus, no—I've been a Catholic all my life, I'll have you know. I mean, to talk to? The reporter plunged on, "All the books on Dillinger say that the intended victim of that first robbery, the grocer B. Morgan, summoned help by giving the Masonic signal of distress. Do you know what that is?

The way they keep their secrets, by the saints, I'm sure even the FBI couldn't find out. Mallison — or had he said Joseph Mallison? A strange book he claimed to be writing about Dillinger's teeth and the bloody atheistic Freemasons. There was more to this than met the eye, obviously. Miskatonic University, in Arkham, Massachusetts, is not a well-known campus by any means, and the few scholarly visitors who come there are an odd lot, drawn usually by the strange collection of occult books given to the Miskatonic Library by the late Dr.

Henry Armitage.

Miss Doris Horus, the librarian, had never seen quite such a strange visitor though, as this Professor J. Mallison who claimed to come from Dayton, Ohio, but spoke with an unmistakable New York accent. Considering his fur-tiveness, she found it no surprise that he spent the whole day June 26, pouring over the rare copy of Dr. John Dee's translation of the Necronomicon of Abdul Alhazred. Doris didn't like the Necronomicon, although she considered herself an emancipated and free- thinking young woman.

There was something sinister, or to be downright honest about it, perverted about that book and not in a nice, exciting way, but in a sick and frightening way. All those strange illustrations, always with five-sided borders just like the Pentagon in Washington, but with those people inside doing all those freaky sex acts with those other creatures who weren't people at all.

It was frankly Doris's opinion that old Abdul Alhazred had been smoking some pretty bad grass when he dreamed up those things. Or maybe it was something stronger than grass: she remembered one sentence from the text: "Onlie those who have eaten a certain alkaloid herb, whose name it were wise not to disclose to the unilluminated, maye in the fleshe see a Shoggothe.

She was glad when J. Mallison- finally left and she could return the Necronomicon to its position on the closed shelves. She remembered the brief biography of crazy old Abdul Alhazred that Dr. Armitage had written and also given to the library: "Spent seven years in the desert and claimed to have visited Irem, the city forbidden in the Koran, which Alhazred asserted was of pre-human origin. Who was around to build cities before there were people? Those Shoggothes? And that insidious line: "According to contemporary historians, Alhazred's death was both tragic and bizarre, since it was asserted that he was eaten alive by an invisible monster in the middle of the market-place.

Armitage had been such a nice old man, Doris remembered, even if his talk about cabalistic numbers and Masonic symbols was a little peculiar at times; why would he collect such icky books by creepy people? On the other hand, they didn't know either about certain legitimate business expenses which he had not cared to claim, including more than. He was holding an amulet in his hand. It means that opposites are equal.

You'd have to be a Chinaman to think otherwise. Saul ignored the comment. It's from Greek mythology. There was a banquet on Olympus, and Eris wasn't invited, because she was the Goddess of Discord and always made trouble. So, to get even, she made more trouble: she created a beautiful golden apple and wrote on it Kallisti.

That means 'for the prettiest one' in Greek. It's what the K stands for, obviously. Then she rolled it into the banquet hall, and, naturally, all the goddesses there immediately claimed it, each one saying that she was 'the prettiest one. He chose Aphrodite, and as a reward she gave him an opportunity to kidnap Helen, which led to the Trojan War.

Or where he's disappeared to? I just wish I. The next memo, however, stopped them cold:. The chart hangs at the top of the page, the rest of which is empty space— as if the editors originally intended to publish an article explaining it, but decided or were persuaded to suppress all but the diagram itself. But he sounded uncertain. The Elders of Zion section is just a parody of Nazi ideology. If there really was a Jewish conspiracy to run the world, my rabbi would have let me in on it by now.

I contribute enough to the schule. Adam Weishaupt is supposed to have originated the Bavarian Illuminati after studying Sabbah, according to the third memo, so this part. That ties in with Weishaupt's growing hemp and Washington's having a big hemp crop at Mount Vernon. Look at how the whole design revolves around the pentagon.

Everything else sort of grows out of it". You think the Defense Department is the international hub of the Illuminati conspiracy?


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The Indian Agent at the Menominee Reservation in Wisconsin knows this: from the time Billie Freschette returned there until her death in , she received mysterious monthly checks from Switzerland. He thinks he knows the explanation; despite all stories to the contrary, Billie did help to betray Dillinger and this is the payoff. He is convinced of this. He is also quite wrong. Now, is this an accident? Let me quote you Lenin's own words Banana-Nose Maldonado evidently had his own brand of sentimentality or superstition, and in he ordered his son, a priest, to say one hundred masses for the salvation of the Dutchman's soul.

Even years afterward, he would defend the Dutchman in conversation: "He was OK, Dutch was, if you didn't cross him. If you did, forget it; you were finished. He was almost a Siciliano about that. Otherwise, he was a good businessman, and the first one with a real CPA mind in the whole. If he hadn't gotten that crazy-head idea about gunning down Tom Dewey, he'd still be a big man. I told him myself. The boys won't take the risk; Lucky and the Butcher want to cowboy you right now.

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You know what he said? He said: 'You tell Al that Dillinger was a lone wolf. I have my own pack. I'll light another candle for him at church Sunday. Rebecca Goodman closes her book wearily and stares into space, thinking about Babylon. Her eyes focus suddenly on the statue Saul had bought her for her last birthday: the mermaid of Copenhagen. How many Danes, she wonders, know that this is one form of representation of the Babylonian sex goddess Ishtar? In Central Park, Perri the squirrel is beginning to hunt for the day's food.

A French poodle, held on a leash by a mink-coated lady, barks at him, and he runs three times around a tree. George Dorn looks at the face of a corpse: it is his own face. She said later she would never teach sex in school again. He is thinking, whimsically, that hardly anybody realizes that the shape of the room. Above, beyond Joe Malik's window, Saul Goodman gave up on the line of thought which had led him to surmise that the Illuminati were a front for the International Psychoanalytical Society, conspiring to drive everyone paranoid, and turned back to the desk and the memos.

Barney Muldoon came in from the bedroom, carrying a strange amulet, and asked, "What do you make of this? They sat alone at a table pulled off to the corner; the Friendly Stranger was the same as ever, except that a new group, the American Medical Association consisting, naturally, of four kids from Germany , had replaced H. Lovecraft in the. Nobody knew that the AMA was going to become the world's most popular rock group within a year, but Simon already thought they were superheavy.

Padre Pederastia was, as on the night Simon met Miss Mao, very serious and hardly camping at all.

A chao is a single unit of chaos, they figure. Do I have to remind you of that? Yes, we have an alliance, as long as it profits both parties. John— Mr. Sullivan himself authorized this. Later on, quite often, the leader, a most fetching scoundrel and madman named Celine, sometimes tells them it really stands for Little Deluded Dupes. That's the pans asinorum, or an early pans asinorum, in Celine's System. He judges them by how they react to that. Well, almost all. They don't invoke You-Know-Who under any circumstances. They rely on Discordia They're part of the Erisian Liberation Front, then?

He wondered how people like the President of the U. Or did they take enough tranquilizers to produce a similar effect? Celine is on the activist side, like us. Some of his capers make Morituri or God's Lightning look like Trappists by comparison. No, ELF will never get on Mr. Celine's trip. Look at his symbol again. Are you sure he's on our side? The American Medical Association came to some kind of erotic or musical climax and the priest's answer was drowned out. Uncertainty is the name of the game. On the origin of the pyramid-and-eye symbol, test your credulity on the following yarn from Flying Saucers in the Bible by Virginia Brasington Saucerian Books, , page.

None of the designs they created or which were submitted to them, were suitable. Fairly late at night, after working on the project all day, Jefferson walked out into the cool night air of the garden to clear his mind. In a few minutes he rushed back into the room, crying, jubilantly: "I have it! I have it!

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They were the plans showing the Great Seal as we know it today. Asked how he got the plans, Jefferson told a strange story. A man approached him wearing a black cloak that practically covered him, face and all, and told him that he the stranger knew they were trying to devise a Seal, and that he had a design which was appropriate and meaningful. After the excitement died down, the three went into the garden to find the stranger, but he was gone.

Thus, neither these Founding Fathers, nor anybody else, ever knew who really designed the Great Seal of the United States!

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I, No. The emblem is a tentative design for the Party's campaign button. One wag suggests that everyone cut out the circle from the back of a dollar bill and send the wholly dollar to Governor Leary so he can wallpaper his office with them. Then paste the emblem on your front door to signify your membership in the party. Both translations are wrong, of course. But — Tim Leary an Illuminatus? And pasting the Eye on the door — I can't help but think of the Hebrews marking their doorways with the blood of a lamb so that the Angel of Death would pass by their houses. Robison was an English Mason who discovered through personal experience that the French Masonic lodges— such as the Grand Orient— were Illuminati fronts and were the main instigators of the French Revolution, His whole book is very explicit about how Weishaupt worked: every infiltrated Masonic group would have several levels, like an ordinary Masonic lodge, but as candidates advanced through the various degrees they would be told more about the real purposes of the movement.

Those at the bottom simply thought they were Masons; in the middle levels,. Only those at the top knew the secret, which— according to Robison— is this: the Illuminati aims to overthrow all government and religion, setting up an anarcho-communist free-love world, and, because "the end justifies the means" a principle Weishaupt acquired from his Jesuit youth , they didn't care how many people they killed to accomplish that noble purpose.

Robison knows nothing of earlier. Illuminati movements, but does say specifically that the Bavarian Illuminati was not destroyed by the government's crackdown in but was, in fact, still active, both in England and France and possibly elsewhere, when he wrote, in On page , he mentions that there are 13 ranks in the Order; this may account for the 13 steps on their. Page 84 gives the code name of Weishaupt, which was Spartacus; his second-in-command, Freiherr Knigge, had the code name Philo page ; this is revealed in papers seized by the Bavarian government in a raid on the home of a lawyer named Zwack, who had the code name Cato.

Babeuf, the French revolutionary,. Robison's conclusion, page , is worth quoting:. Nothing is as dangerous as a mystic Association. The object remaining a secret in the hands of the managers, the rest simply put a ring in their own noses, by which they may be led about at pleasure; and still panting after the secret they are the more pleased the less they see. At the bottom of the page was a note in pencil, scrawled with a decisive masculine hand. It said: "In the beginning was the Word and it was written by a baboon. The survival of the Bavarian Illuminati throughout the nineteenth century and into the twentieth is the subject of World Revolution by Nesta Webster Constable and Company, London, Webster follows Robison fairly closely on the early days of the movement, up to the French Revolution, but then veers off and says that the Illuminati never intended to create their Utopian anarcho-communist society: that was just another of their masks.

Their real purpose was dictatorship over the world, and so they soon formed a secret alliance with the Prussian government. All subsequent socialist, anarchist, and communist movements are mere decoys, she argues, behind which the German General Staff and the Illuminati are plotting to overthrow other governments, so Germany can conquer them.