Brotherhoods of Death

Oscar Durante, publisher of a Chicago newspaper, exploded: “This is all sheer nonsense, stupidity, imbecility! Every time a drunken row among Italians occurs, the people and press cry ‘Mafia! There is no such organization and never was!'”

In the late-1800s, a conspiracy theory was born that a brotherhood of death headquartered in Sicily had been installed in every major American city, a theory that was laughed at by most, but did result in eight Sicilians being lynched in New Orleans in the 1890s, another three in 1896, and five more in 1899. Meanwhile, there were outbreaks of mafia “paranoia” in Denver in 1892, Milwaukee in 1897, and San Francisco in 1898. The New York Times dubbed the organization the “most secret and terrible in the world,” and had no doubt of its existence in 1898. If you want to read about the real origins of the Sicilian “men of honor,” (which go back further than most people realize) The First Family by Mike Dash is a great place to start.

A pretty spooky ritual was reported by one who decided to back out at the last minute. According to court testimony in New Orleans, inductees took a blood oath to commit murder on request of this order and did not become full-fledged members until such murder had been committed. This oath was sworn on a human skull with a stiletto driven through it. The stiletto, in fact, was a huge icon for the order and usually the preferred instrument of death. The induction ritual revolved around pricking blood from an inductee to sprinkle on the skull. In later years, the skull was replaced by the picture of a saint, which would be burned after being bloodied. But none of this would come out for decades, and in the early 1900s, most Americans viewed the mafia as a kooky conspiracy theory, and by the mid-1900s, this secret society was a forgotten thing.

Holy cow! You mean there really was a brotherhood of death that took control of immense power in North America through selective murders? Imagine that.

Now some people say there is an even more powerful brotherhood of death, one that manufactures ritual on a much grander scale. The stiletto has been replaced by C-4. This brotherhood of death is a German society with a chapter at Yale University known popularly as “Skull & Bones.” And wouldn’t you know it, the Bonesmen swear an oath on a human skull, just like the ritual that launched their somewhat less-well-heeled Italian cousins? Some people say Skull & Bones helped foment all our world wars, played both sides for profit, and then set-up Communism. Doesn’t get much more kooky than that, eh? But then, there’s a book by Antony Sutton that actually provides the evidence to prove those bold statements? Only that book never got reviewed by any media outlet and Sutton died practically unknown.

That’s the thing about brotherhoods of death. They work! When you go as deep into the dark side as you can travel, you finally arrive at the door of the brotherhood of death because there is nothing darker than murder. Probably your first will be difficult beyond belief because instincts scream out against it. Eventually, however, you learn to enjoy this ritual and take energy from the souls of the recently departed.

And if you think this darkside is something small and not well populated, well, think again. Every soldier swears an oath to commit murder on command. Why else would they carry a weapon? Every drill instructor is a dark magician implanting sigils into their recruits. Every jihadist is a member of this order, as is every crusader. I’d have to say dark and light are pretty well balanced, and dark seems to have the upper hand these days, although I would not have said that in 1968.

This world of light and dark is crisscrossed with thousands of secret societies, most of which have little power or influence. The brotherhoods of death, however, quickly achieve immense power simply because they are willing to fight to win by any means necessary. And it’s so easy to sheep-dip yourself as a goodie-two-shoes, while keeping your order and its dark secrets way hidden in the background. Just ask Warren Buffet or G.W. Bush. They know the real story and could probably help lead you to where some of the bodies are buried.

Hypnosis and Child Abuse

The mysterious Mr. Gehr (right).

My 8th Grade P.E. teacher was quite a character. One day Mr. Gehr had to fill in supervising one of my classes on short notice. I’m thinking it was because the teacher had a nervous breakdown and had to leave the school in an ambulance. Or maybe I’m just dreaming that detail up.

Anyway, this class was a very special class, composed of the most dubious characters in the school, a class I was designated into due to my behavior “problem” at Leal Elementary, a class that could have caused a nervous breakdown, so disruptive were some of the characters.

Kenny Shackleford.

Actually, the most dangerously violent among us tended to be the most quiet in class. Kenny Shakleford would soon have a violent death in a North End police shoot-out. I’d already had my last real fist-fight, and developed a new strategy of using fast feet to immediately escape any threatening situations.

No doubt our local King of the Greasers, Frank Sowers (who once tried to pick a fight with me, even though he outweighed me by around 50 pounds); he was in that class as well. There was a black gay male in the class, really the only flamboyantly gay person in the school, although the word “gay” wasn’t really in common usage at the time; we just thought of them as guys who acted like girls. His hormones had obviously kicked in long before ours and could talk a blue streak on almost any subject. He was very theatrical with his manners.

Frank Sowers.

In order to fill in the time until the end of his impromptu class, Mr. Gehr told us a story about how he’d driven a needle through the palm of his hand, a story filled with gory details and one that began with a lesson in self-hypnosis, since this was done without anesthetics. I don’t recall whether Mr. Gehr used his hypnosis skills on anyone other than himself, however, I do remember thinking how weird it was that Mr. Gehr wanted to drive a needle through the palm of his hand, unless it was some sort of strange homage to Jesus on the Cross. I’d just recently lost my Lutheran religion and felt like a sap for being taken in by such an obvious fairy-tale for so long, so stigmatas had no effect on me whatsoever.

A few days later, however, my P.E. class was about to take off on a 30-minute cross county run, when that gay kid came up to me. “Hey, Steve,” he said. “A few of us are going to give Mr. Gehr a rub-down, so we don’t have to go on the run. Why don’t you come hang out with us? It’s really fun.” While those might not have been his exact words, I got the general gist and quickly said, “No, thanks!” while jetting off to the front of the line as quickly as possible, using my superior speed to exit that situation post haste. I never heard another word about any “rub-down” sessions with Mr. Gehr.

Who knows? Maybe it was all non-sexual, but after that weird self-hypnosis speech, I had a different take on Mr. Gehr, and it wasn’t very trusting.

The Sandusky scandal at Penn State is really just the tip of the iceberg, and I’m sure there were probably trails in that case that could have led to more powerful people, but those have been likely scuttled behind the scenes. Sexual child abuse isn’t just a problem in the Mormon and Catholic hierarchies, it’s a huge problem inside the beltway.

This awful situation threatened to erupt when the Franklin Savings and Loan went down in Omaha, Nebraska, a scandal that should have exposed Warren Buffet and his Masonic cronies in the Union Pacific. Apparently the nearby Boy’s Town, the most famous Catholic orphanage in America, was feeding brainwashed children to powerful people in Washington, while the CIA was videotaping the abuse to maintain ultimate power over the abusers. Long ago, being a secret gay person was enough to destroy a man’s career and one compromising photo was enough to insure compliance. That’s the way J. Edgar Hoover was controlled as a photo of him giving a blow job to longtime assistant Tolsen was in the hands of the CIA and the mafia, although who had it first is unknown. Today, however, merely being a closeted gay is not nearly enough it seems, as intoxicated power brokers are offered up innocent orphans in expensive townhouses in Georgetown.

Many of the children involved described being forced to participate in orgies, some of which included a child being murdered during sex, usually by a bullet to the head while being sodomized. It’s a scene out of Bertolucci’s 1900, or a William Burrough’s novel. Despite the evidence, these victims were punished for telling the truth so the guilty could escape. This could not have happened in today’s post-Sandusky, post-Catholic Church settlements environment. Whether these murders were committed for sexual thrills, or to experiment with mind control technology involving trauma, or just a combination of the two remains unknown. The one person whose name surfaces most often in this case on the mind control side is Michael Aquino, who was forced out of the military after a child abuse scandal at the Presido in San Francisco while he was stationed there. Aquino has been a longtime participate in the blue blood bastion of occult ceremony, Bohemian Grove.