Author: Steven Hager

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A hitman for the KKK dies through lethal injection

Joseph Paul Franklin was a hitman for the KKK. At least that’s what he told a prostitute he’d hired one night. He traveled around the country for years, doing random murders, some of which seem to have been politically motivated. His targets were always black or Jewish, or white girls who dated blacks or Jews. Franklin shot porn publisher Larry Flynt, paralyzing him for life. This was at a time when Flynt taking on the CIA through his JFK investigation, as well as taking on the magazine distribution cartel.

Funny how nowhere does anyone talk about this longhaired rightwing dude who was traveling around the country, staying in motels, eating in diners, buying ammo at gun shops, and having a car and gas, and yet never seemed to have a source of income.

He got caught through a freak accident really, or he might still be killing, and since he immediately said he was sorry and repented his sin and said he’s no longer a racist and sorry for all the damage he did, if you can believe that story, well, that means he’s going to heaven because he is a devout Mormon.

Franklin was abused and unwanted as a child and drifted into the extreme elements of right wing hate, groups heavily penetrated by intelligence agents and likely run by them. The Ku Klux Klan started as a cell inside Freemasonry, and Freemasonry reaches deep into the power structure. The KKK is a white trash version of Skull & Bones and attracts the dumbest people who are easily hoodwinked and manipulated into terrorist activities. However, what surprises me is how similar Franklin’s philosophy was to Charlie Manson’s. Both said they wanted to “ignite a race war.” I find that odd, especially since that mission started with the Process Church of Final Judgment, a British spinoff from Scientology, who taught it first to Charlie in the Haight. But who taught it to Franklin?

Oh yeah, Franklin was executed by chemical injection yesterday, after years on death row.

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Sometimes magic starts itself

Before I arrived at High Times, I’d spent over a year working on a book about the East Village art scene, examining the art clubs. Art After Midnight goes for around $100 today, although you can buy an updated digital version on smashwords with new illos and photos for under $5. There was a lot of hybridization going on in the 1980s, with punk meeting hip hop and both invading the art world from different fronts. Both styles emanated out of the 1960s counterculture and both found the mainstream too soft.

So I was in a Club 57 frame of mind, where camp becomes a wilderness of mirrors, when I arrived at High Times and just to pass the time, started a column called My Amerika by Ed Hassle, a tribute to Ed Anger of the Weekly World News. I always thought the supermarket tabloids were run as propaganda tools by the CIA, but Anger was an obvious comedy act who made fun of right wing views by taking them to their illogical conclusions.

Bill Kelly, my favorite deejay used to read from his column on his Sunday show. Funny thing, Bill was a big reason I diverted into forming the Soul Assassins. I was hanging out with the first generation of hip hop and inspired by their do-it-yourself energy. I could have formed a rap band I guess, or just become a hip hop journalist for the rest of my life and made a fortune like Nelson George. Instead I veered into garage rock? Maybe because I’d been kicked out of my first garage band for doing LSD in 1967 and never got to finish perfecting my garage rock set. Then I met Brian Spaeth and he’d been kicked out of the Fleshtones, the reigning garage kings of NYC. So I guess we both had something to prove.

Funny thing, after Ed Hassle called for the formation of a new movement called The Freedom Fighters, a hemp movement that would bring back the big pot rallies from the late 1960s (most of these events had died out) it began as a joke really, but when the issue came out, the concept took off like wild-fire, and I realized I had a tiger by the tale. Before long, I was touring around the country, playing with my band in front of tens of thousands of cheering fans, and giving speeches about legalization with Chef RA and Jack Herer at every stop. And afterwards, we’d head back to the campground and eat Ra’s Rasta Pasta, sip Budweiser and pass spliffs until late into the night while the Assassinettes danced around the fire with a full moon beaming down. See, I was trained in “Happenings” by the likes of Jasper Grootveld, Julian Beck, John Cage, and Ken Kesey, so I had a sense of the magic involved in changing people’s perceptions on a massive scale, as well as the techniques for manifesting that sort of magic.

Funny how the natural elements always seemed to be working against us, not to mention all those undercover cop cars that dogged us everywhere. The first time we left New York in our magic bus, we got stranded by a freak snow storm high in the Pennsylvania mountains. Much later, returning from the first Freedom Fighter National Convention, we got lost in a monsoon and a screaming fight broke out about which way to go. When the bus finally got back to our motel, I kissed the ground. But we lost Rodger, who had all the weed, as he couldn’t take the smell of hard liquor on some of us and disappeared never to trust us fully again. And then the party turned into a binge drinking bash with no weed in which our energy unraveled and we lost harmonization. We’d broken up and lost our Assassinettes, not to mention Brian, Bob and Rick. And the vibe just wasn’t the same without them.

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What exactly is "the counterculture?"

In the 1950’s anti-establishment teenagers were carefully guided toward thrill crime and mindless violence. There was little hint of spiritual enlightenment or political consciousness. Notice rock’n’roll was bolted into this meme from the beginning, so rockers and delinquents were virtually indistinguishable? This was not an accident.

But did you ever consider how useful this meme was to the powers-that-be? By sheep-dipping anti-establishment teens as violent and dangerous, it made them so much easier to control, and encouraged mindless confrontations with police, a battle teens can never win. In truth, white teenagers were falling in love with black culture through the radio and shaking off some of the programming in the process and threatening to break down some establishment barriers.

In the same way, I’ve always wondered about the radical groups from the 1960s that encouraged violence and terror as legitimate, especially the Red Army faction from Germany, the Baader-Meinhof crew and the Weather Underground.

Personally, I never bought into Marxism, Communism, or any other ism, so when I see a logo with a red star and a machine gun, it doesn’t provoke my empathy. In fact, I’d view this sort of sigil as a secret emanation of a security service. Manufacturing violence is how the system works.

Whenever you see violence projected as a legitimate lifestyle, consider the possibility you’re down a rabbit hole, deep in some intelligence operation, lost in the wilderness of mirrors sheltering the sorcerers of death.

My favorite German radical from the sixties is Bommi Baumann, who turned away from violence after realizing he’d been programmed into accepting it since birth in the slums of Eastern Berlin.
Bommi wrote a book translated in English as “Terror or Love?” and in the summer of 1981 Des McEnuff staged an incredible version at the Public Theater in Manhattan. I wonder if Des will ever bring that production back? He’s a famous Broadway director of musicals now, and this was actually his first major New York show, but it was brilliant.

Which brings me back to the point of this blog: the mainstream current sucks people into violence, while the counterculture swims upstream against violence. All the elements of the counterculture were assembled in Congo Square in New Orleans, where a merger of all cultures occurred, one that held improvisational ceremonies. Since all cultures were invited, this culture was free of bigotry by design. This culture brought about integration. They were the activists of change. And this culture made reefer popular. And it continues to evolve today because it is improvisational in nature. And this culture has long been in conflict with the powers-that-be, who prefer to isolate people in groups to make them more vulnerable. Recreational drug habits of a forbidden culture quickly become persecution campaigns. The crime of the jazz heads was not they were smoking weed but they were mixing races. Reefer was just the easiest method of persecution, especially since its odor is so pervasive and distinctive.

So being “counterculture” has nothing to do with your haircut, the amount of cannabis you consume, what religion you follow, what clothes you wear, or what concerts you attend. It simply means you reject violence as the option of first resort and prefer to follow the path of peace. Wars are orchestrated for profit and both sides can be funded by the same banks. This is the greatest hoodwink of the ages, and the assassination of JFK and the events of 9/11 are but small peep-holes into this deeper reality.

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9/11 is unraveling

JFK was murdered while I was in junior high, but two years later, by the time I reached high school, stories had already begun surfacing about possible CIA involvement in the assassination. Like almost all Americans, I initially had a negative reaction to these theories. There was no way I could wrap my mind around the fact the basic institutions of government might be severely corrupted—not in America, thought I. But the reality is most institutions either start out corrupt or eventually become corrupt over time. That’s just human nature at work.

So when 9/11 took place, I knew immediately this was a major operation designed to sweep us into war. I watched one of the Towers collapse from the roof of a building near Union Square, and then put my family in a car and high-tailed it upstate to Woodstock, where I remained for over a week convinced the air in Manhattan was not safe. Most of the toxic dust cloud blew directly east towards Brooklyn, but I was sure we were going to see tremendous health issues, and could not understand why the city made a sudden announcement that the air in Manhattan was safe. I knew that was just one of many lies being told.

In another twenty years, the entire 9/11 op will probably become transparent to anyone who cares to delve into the actual facts, although I am sure the media and government will hold to their cover story forever. If you control the media and you can tell a lie over and over, eventually, after a century or two, the lie becomes history. Today, most teens seem little interested in political realities and many swallow the official cover-stories unquestioningly, the opposite of my generation’s mindset in the 1960s.

For me, the truth in political conspiracies is revealed through the cover-up. When great crimes are committed, they demand great cover-up efforts. When the 9/11 truth movement appeared, I knew it would be heavily penetrated by disinfo agents seeding rabbit holes. In the early years, it was difficult to discern reliable researchers from the manufactured whistleblowers. The best way to tell these two camps apart is by realizing the fakes will be lionized in the press and put on the cover of Time magazine, while real researchers will always be ignored.

If you want to get a primer on where 9/11 research is today, I suggest watching the 5-hour documentary by Massimo Mazzucco (below). It’s helpful to consider the European perspective. The documentary examines the major disinfo artists in Europe who support the official version. After watching this film, it will be impossible to believe anything the Pentagon says about this event.

Hopefully, in another twenty years or so, we may have some real answers as to what went down that day. In the meantime, rest assured those buildings could not have collapsed without the use of explosives, and the maneuvers of some of the airplanes were impossible even by the best of pilots. There is also the photoshopped image of the Pentagon strike from a camera in the Pentagon parking lot, a photo that remains the only image released of the explosion. For some reason, the image of the plane was obviously removed.

Like the JFK cover-up, which was exposed recently in the documentary Evidence of Revision, you can see the distorting and fabrication of 9/11 evidence in the New Pearl Harbor. One thing I appreciated from watching this documentary was how much solid info Loose Change had collected early on, especially regarding explosions inside the Trade Towers. Those explosions actually began shortly before the first plane hit. I’d always mistrusted Loose Change because it came out so quick, but in retrospect, seeing how much footage from that documentary made it into New Pearl Harbor, I have to admit Loose Change did a lot of important early work.




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Chauncey Holt was Meyer Lansky’s accountant

One of the more interesting JFK books is an autobiography of Chauncey Holt, who claims to have been Meyer Lanksy’s accountant, forger and occasional pilot. Holt managed to outlive his gangster and CIA associates, which is why he was able to tell his story eventually. You might recognize him as one of the three “tramps” photographed in Dallas that fateful November day fifty years ago.

The other two photographed with him in the Plaza have since been identified Charles Harrelson (Woody’s dad) and Charles Rogers, although when the photos first surfaced, a huge effort was made to ID Holt and Harrelson as Howard Hunt and Frank Sturgis. It was actually James Angleton, head of CIA counterintelligence who planted the story Hunt was in Dallas that day, which was true, although Hunt seems to have had little idea what was going down. He was a propaganda expert who may have been placed in Dallas as a diversion, as the Plaza was filled with spooks and gangsters, most of whom had zero idea the President was about to be killed. See, spooks and gangsters often play their games with little background information or just a made-up cover story. Everything is done on intel rules: “need to know” basis, with most not knowing much of anything, except you do what the bosses say or face the unhappy consequences.

Organized crime and the intelligence agencies work hand in glove and the corruption of our political system is worse than you ever imagined. Holt was a lifelong criminal and he makes no excuses for his behavior. He does, however, provide an important window on the assassination.

I know Johnny Roselli was one of the shooters because Roselli confessed many times to multiple people. The other two shooters, however, may have been James Files and Charles Nicoletti, although there were multiple professional assassins in Dealey Plaza that day. Of course, the number-one suspect for the on-site team leader and a possible shooter has to be William Harvey because he was working closely with Roselli on assassinating Castro, a plot that was diverted to JFK after the oligarchy lost confidence in JFK as he was “changing too fast.” Many in the CIA believed Harvey took the kill shot.
Apparently, after Mary Meyer gave JFK some LSD for one of the lovemaking sessions, Kennedy decided to join her mission to manifest world peace and he began learning the strings of power to aid in his mission. No doubt, the military industrial complex became quite alarmed by this unexpected turn of events as they viewed JFK as little more than a chronic womanizer who stole lines from President Lincoln for use in his best speeches.

Holt, like most of organized crime, did not like Kennedy and felt he had betrayed their cause after they helped him steal an election from Nixon, something that mostly happened in Chicago. While attacking Carlos Marcello and Jimmy Hoffa through his brother Robert, JFK was also trading secret messages with Sam Giancana through their mutual mistress. It certainly would be interesting to know what was in those messages they traded as Giancana would soon be involved in assisting the assassination effort, sending his three best hit men to Dallas.

Although Holt died in 1997, long before this book was published, he did participate in a documentary available on YouTube that is worth watching. Like many involved, Holt did not come to Dallas realizing they were going to assassinate the President. Even among the spooks and gangsters at the scene there was confusion as to what had actually gone down and who’s secret agent(s) had done the shooting.

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New book on JFK fails to connect the dots

You know the CIA brought out some big guns to create a cloud of smoke around the JFK assassination for the 50th Anniversary. Former New York Times reporter Philip Shenon has worked for years going over all the recently released documents. He was on Face the Nation yesterday and went over some of the more bizarre details of the case, dots that he just doesn’t seem to be able to properly connect. The book has already been the subject of a massive review in the Washington Post.

If you’ve been following my analysis of this case, you understand that the murder of Win Scott is a key element because Scott did his own investigation into Oswald’s trip into Mexico and wanted to shine a spotlight on his relationship with a woman who worked at the Cuban Embassy, a woman he suspected may have even been a double agent for someone.

Shenon did cover some of the incredible destruction of evidence that started two weeks before the assassination when Oswald delivered a note to the Dallas FBI, a note that was quickly destroyed. The destruction continued for months afterwards. Never has so much important evidence in a murder case been so recklessly destroyed. Oswald’s note may have indicated a plot against the President, or revealed his role as a deep undercover informant for CIA counterintelligence chief James J. Angleton. We will never know what was in Oswald’s note, just like we will never know what was written on the official autopsy, the notes of which were immediately burned. Oswald also tried to leave a note at the Dallas police after he was taken into custody, and that note was also immediately destroyed by the police.

There were tremendous machinations inside the Warren Commission to conceal and destroy evidence and limit the investigation. This critical woman from inside the Cuban embassy in Mexico was not interviewed even though she seemed to have crucial knowledge of the plot. The reason? According to Shenon, Chief Justice Earl Warren explained: “We do not interview Communists.” This seems especially odd since one of his staff actually contacted Fidel Castro about the case. There was a lot of early effort to paint Castro as a possible controller of Oswald, an effort that was quickly abandoned when it was decided he would forever remain a “lone nut,” which is the preferred way for intel to conduct assassination ops.

Bob Scheiffer intro’d his segment on the book by stating upfront it comes to the “right” conclusion, which is Oswald acted alone, even though the evidence of a massive coverup is overwhelming at this point, which just goes to show how controlled the US media is. After 50 years no cracks in the official story are allowed, even though the entire disinfo facade has crumbled and even people like me are cracking the case open now that so many whistleblowers have come forward over the last 50 years.

The Executive Action Team Richard Bissell and Angleton assembled to kill Castro that involved Johnny Roselli was diverted for the Kennedy hit. Immediately afterwards, a trail of dead bodies began appearing around Angleton, one that included some of his friends, as well as his old buddy Win Scott, who had become dangerous because he was doing his own private investigation into the assassination.

But there is no way Angleton would have pulled this off without the complicity and instigation of his superior, Allen Dulles. And the conspiracy also required the complicity and tacit approval of J. Edgar Hoover, Lyndon Johnson and some highly placed people inside the Pentagon. I’d assume the cabal reached into the upper ranks of the oligarchy that really rules America. The Texas oil crowd (Hunt, Murchison) put up the $200,000 cash to pay the four shooters, who certainly included Roselli, although Murchison was soon busted down to near-nothing.

I’m sure the first thing Bobby Kennedy wanted to know was where was Harvey that day since he and JFK ordered Harvey sacked for engaging in murder plots to kill Castro. They wanted those plots ended so they could make peace with Cuba. Harvey was soon a broken alcoholic, hidden away in Italy, although he seemed to have advance knowledge of the hit and may have tried to recruit QJ/Win.

World peace is not what the oligarchy seeks, since the highest profit involves manipulating religions to make war for profit.

Understanding how politics and religion really work to keep the masses in line is key to achieving enlightenment in the modern age and I write about spirituality and deep politics because you need to understand both to achieve real enlightenment.

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In search of the true hippie avatar

Jim Wilson (wearing beret).

The first real-life shaman I met was a kid my age named James Wilson, who became an activist for peace while in high school. Jim was inspired by music and had filled his bedroom with Jimi Hendrix posters long before he discovered psychedelics. He liked the new styles that were coming out and his biggest influence and role model soon became Fred Hampton, who was still alive when Jim made his transformation, but sadly was assassinated by the Chicago police some months later. Fred had recently been named Chairman of the Black Panther Party after ending the gang wars in Chicago, and was steering the organization towards non-violence when Jim suddenly began looking like a Black Panther. Jim went on a mission to single-handedly heal our school’s considerable racial divides and largely accomplished the mission by becoming Senior Class President (the first black in our school’s history to achieve this honor), and by organizing education and harmonization ceremonies. Back then, nobody realized Jim was doing magic. We didn’t know he was a natural shaman. Later he would transform into the Great Chef Ra and it would become obvious.

Wavy, Abbie and Paul at Woodstock.

In 1969, Jim and I both ended up at Woodstock, and he was the first person I knew who I ran into. He was standing at the gates, watching people stream in with a huge glowing smile. I’d never seen Jim so happy. We all felt the vibes of arriving in New Jerusalem. And, of course, we’d get to study some of the grandmasters of our culture up close, like Wavy Gravy, Abbie Hoffman and Paul Krassner. The Pranksters arrived with the magic bus, but not with Kesey, who was certainly my biggest role model at the time. Kesey was hiding out in Mexico as he wished to avoid the fate of Timothy Leary, who’d been railroaded into a lengthy prison sentence for possession of a few seeds of cannabis on the floor of his vehicle. At Woodstock, I came into contact with Wavy’s style, as he seemed to have a handle on the type of magic I wanted to manifest. He’d been studying improvisation under Viola Spolin. Wavy, like Jim, understood the importance of costumes in ceremonies.

Jasper Grootveld.

A couple years after Woodstock, I got introduced to Jasper Grootveld of Amsterdam and became utterly fascinated, especially since Jasper had popularized the Happenings, of which I was a great student (and especially since John Cage did his biggest Happenings in my humble town of Champaign-Urbana, Illinois). John Cage was into monster displays of energy and media, similar to the Pranksters, while Jasper dressed like an African medicine man and used zero technology in his rituals. Jasper claimed his ceremonies were self-promotional, but they often carried a political message. Most of the time he railed against the tobacco companies and encouraged cannabis consumption as a more healthy alternative. He’d been a journalist briefly and sent by his editor to interview a New Age cult leader who claimed to be god. While Grootveld was interrogating him, the cult leader asked, “what do you believe in?” This stumped Grootveld for a minute, and finally he came up with, “I believe in Sinterklaas [Santa Claus].”

Many decades later, I’d discover Santa is really the Scythian father god that inspired Zoroastrianism, which in turn influenced Judaism, Christianity and Islam. It replaced the pagan pantheons with a dialectical balance between two divine forces, one creator, one destroyer. In earlier times, Santa had a scary sidekick who punished the wicked. In Holland, this devil figure morphed into an African toddler named Zwarte Piet (Black Peter), while in America the sidekick morphed into magic elves. But in the earliest Scythian versions, the sidekick role may have started as a large bird. The Scythians were famous for domesticating birds and animals.

Grootveld began promoting “Klaas is coming!,” while dressed as Zwarte Piet and wearing blackface. Gradually, this ceremony took on his anti-tobacco message. When he began holding public exorcisms at a small statue erected by the Dutch tobacco industry, teens from all over Amsterdam began attending. Eventually, this would manifest the Dutch Provo movement, certainly one of the most enlightened emanations of our time.

Ina May & Stephen Gaskin.

I also learned a lot about magic from Ina May and Stephen Gaskin, who I knew about from Sunday Morning Services in Golden Gate Park back in the late sixties. Stephen had studied most of the major spiritual texts from the East, and could translate difficult concepts into easy-to-understand English. Both had interesting upbringings as their fathers were Masons of the 33rd degree. At age twelve, Stephen was inducted in DeMolay, but would soon reject Masonry for a synthesis of various cultures centered on non-violence. He was a former Marine, however, and believed unruly teens sometimes required a trip to the woodshed to straighten out their path. Ina May inspired the global midwife movement, sharing long forgotten insights on the importance of telepathic vibrations, some of which had been learned after helping deliver home births while tripping.

While I never met John Griggs, founder of the Brotherhood of Eternal Love,  I now believe he may have been the nearest thing to a true hippie avatar, and like many avatars, he had died young, at the zenith of his creative powers, certainly a tragic loss for the world. John’s heart was immense. James put me on the path of political action, the Pranksters put me on the path of fun, Stephen put me on the path of philosophy, but Griggs put me on the path of unconditional love. It’s strange how some of the most important figures in the history of the counterculture remain unknown and uncelebrated, and John Griggs would be the prime example.

Which is why I think it’s so incredible that I discovered yet another aspiring hippie messiah: Father Yod, founder of the Source Family. Who knows, I may have even run into some of them at a Rainbow Gathering over the last 20 years, but had no idea the manifestations of this hippie saint and his flock. Yod was doing improvisational ritual theater pretty much non-stop and he mixed up many spiritual styles, similar to what I was doing for 25 years in my own humble fashion, organizing ceremonies like the original Cannabis Cups and Whee! festivals. You can watch the amazing documentary on the Source Family on Netflix. Once when the family needed funds, he successfully robbed a few banks, crimes that were not uncovered until after his death.

John Griggs.

The biggest problem with attempts to forge a hippie religion was the tremendous pressure put on the leaders. The more spiritual the group became, the more pressure. Many commune founders went off the deep end with egomania or they began taking advantage of people because they had too much power over their flocks. Or the communes went on a ‘kill the guru” phase like what happened to Stephen.

My ceremonies are always improvisational, and everyone is equal, although some are naturally more creatively talented, we can all crank the ceremonial vibes (or try to bring those vibes down).

One day Father Yod began telling his flock he was God. Soon, he woke up, called the family together, and said, “I lied. I am not God. We are all God.” Then he decided to take flight on a hand-glider with no training, crashed and was carried into the house. Although the injuries did not seem life-threatening, he passed over to the beyond nine hours later. There is an important parable in this story.

The greatest thing about Ra is even though he never lost his counterculture flamboyance, he always retained his humility, and refused to surround himself with sycophants like Old Carlo and so many other self-styled counterculture gurus.

It was only late in the quest that I uncovered an important insight: the true avatars reveal themselves through their creative powers, which is when I decided Bob Marley was the true hippie avatar, as well as Bob Dylan and John Lennon.

Moral of the story: Don’t follow leaders, watch the parking meters. I can’t really recommend LSD or any other synthetics as I have seen the devastation they caused to a few, and because you never know what is really in pills or powders. I advise people to stick with plants in their most natural forms and remember, very often the less you do, the higher you get.

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Manifesto for the Pot Illuminati

Devoted to the Welfare of the World

Cannabis has been a constant provider of human welfare throughout humanity’s long journey. The time has come for the Pot Illuminati to gather and take our place as stewards of Cannabis. We seek to help dissolve the oppressive laws against our sacrament. We also seek to harness the power and energy of Cannabis for the welfare of the world.

We have long celebrated the great gifts this unique plant offers such as medicine, food, fuel, paper, cordage, paints, plastics as well as the sacramental key to higher realms of consciousness (if used wisely and in moderation). We have patiently waited for humanity to awaken from the ignorance caused by forgetfulness and many of our members have suffered great persecution just for their acknowledgement and love for the many blessings Cannabis has bestowed upon us.

But we now stand at the threshold of a Great Cannabis Re-awakening, a Phoenix rebirth of the mighty healing spirit of Cannabis. The Pot Illuminati, as faithful stewards and advocates of Cannabis, claim our right to determine, shape and protect the future of Cannabis from state and corporate domination and exploitation.

The Pot Illuminati Lodge is a non-political entity that embraces all people regardless of race, religion or national origin. We seek to blend all the great religions, many of which have been perverted to manifest war for profit.  We also seek to disarm the dark lords who support Prohibition and we will do this by stealing their magic and bending it to our will.

Induction into The Pot Illuminati Lodge is by invitation only.

The Pot Illuminati Grand Lodge: Rules and Dogmas

There is no dogma: Do anything you like, as long as you don’t hurt anybody. However that does not mean we do not study and celebrate the poetry and myths of past religions. We do. However, we feel free to merge concepts from all religions because they are rivers flowing into the same sea.

Improvisation is encouraged at all times: always allow the inspiration of the moment to manifest and trust your instincts because they prove your heart is pure.

The main vibrations to manifest are fun and love and when we magnify these energies, our Temple fills with a palpable vibration that can heal damaged souls. One can feel that energy later in the empty Temple long after everyone has left.

Pranks and jokes are fine, provided everyone laughs when the prank is over, because if anyone cried, it’s a stain on the prankster’s karma.

When the Pot Illuminati gather for an improvisational ceremony, no anger or hostile telepathy should manifest in the Temple, and if someone’s energy is not correct, an Illuminated Master must rectify the situation quickly, often done by inviting the person to share some Cannabis.

If someone yells, or starts a violent confrontation inside the Temple, it must be cleared immediately, and everyone should vacate while a Temple Dragon resolves the situation. Members should not return until the perpetrator(s) have either left the Temple or been excused by a Temple Dragon, and the room should be blessed with sage and ceremony and members should pray in silence until the proper vibration returns and normal Temple functions can continue.

No member should ever lie, cheat or steal, and if caught doing so, they should be expelled. Such matters involve the entire membership, or whoever shows up for the trial, and the accused can be saved by a Temple Dragon if he believes the facts are in doubt.

A small jar of Cannabis should be placed on the altar in the Temple at all times in case of medical emergencies. Members always know they can come to the Temple should they require medicine. White powders, hard drugs, and alcohol are not permitted in the Temple. Do not bring weapons of violence into the Temple and the penalty for this violation is permanent expulsion.

There are no degrees in our society. Do not apply or seek membership if you have a history of hurting people or have been arrested for violent activities. The Deacons of our order are known as Temple Dragons and one or two is typically inducted every year.

Once you are inducted, you will be given a golden pin to wear, which you can display or hide. However, you should not boast excessively about your membership, but if someone asks what it is, feel free to whisper the words: “Pot Illuminati” and then put a finger to your mouth and go “shhhh.”

Please note: the society no longer accepts membership requests via

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Welcome to the Pot Illuminati…..shhhhh…..

The Pot Illuminati is a dogma-free society devoted to stealing the magic of the evil Illuminati. It is free to join and free to attend our ceremonies but you have to be invited and you cannot have a history of violence or abusing people. You also have to promise not to hurt anybody.
If you’re interested in this concept, watch my facebook page, and you might get some hidden clues on how to find us.
You can recognize members by the golden pins we wear, It’s all very hush hush at this point, and it’s a miracle I can even put this much online about it.
Shhhh…..

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Parable of the Phoenix

The Phoenix is a magical bird that re-emerges in cycles because energy pulses across the multi-dimensional universes. He/she stands for peace and love and harmony of all things, but is highly hunted and captured by Sharks also known as the Illuminati. The dark lords seek to clip his/her wings and lock the magic in a dungeon to wither without food or water so they can continue to rape the Apes, while profiting off arranging wars for profit, and plotting savage pump and dumps on Wall Street.

When Phoenix420 heard Caesar, smartest Ape in the galaxy, invited all Apes and Baby Apes to come to a feast he was planning called Gamestonk, he bought a ticket and soon discovered the Sharks were circling Caesar, planning to eat him. So he flew to the Alamo, where Caesar holed up for a last stand. And like Davy fucking Crockett, he came to hold the fucking line or die.

This is the way.