Did you ever have an interaction with a member of the illuminati or a Satanist?
I’ve never had any interaction with a member of the Illuminati - and nor has anyone else alive - as they ceased to exist more than 200 years ago.
All that is left is a pop-culture nonsense that stems from baseless conspiracy theorists started by fascists such as Nesta Helen Webster in the inter-war period.
I’m unaware of having met any Satanists. I suppose it is possible, but they didn’t tell me if so. In any case Satanists have nothing to do with the Illuminati.
When I was in the scientology cult, I would make extra money by making mobiles out of brass and I would sell them in the East Village of Manhattan.
This is a passport photo from 1970, the incident described is from 1976
There were three locations I would use, uptown East Side around 82nd St on Lexington, on the northwest corner of Bleeker and Thompson - caddy corner from the Village Vanguard Cafe,in front of The San Marco Cafe, under their awning and in the East Village in front of a bank at Sheridan Square on W 4th St between Grove and Barrow.
Once, in front of the San Marco Cafe, a middle aged lady stopped by and looked at my work for a while. I asked her if she wanted to buy one, her comment was memorable, she said “No, thank you, I have many” So I asked her name and said her name was Madame Calder, and then turned and walked away.
Another time, I was selling in front of the bank on Grove Street, across from the subway entrance. A long black limo pulled to the curb front of me. The window whirred down and all I could see is a white finger beckoning me to the car. So I walked over holding one of my mobiles up in my left arm and the voice in the limo said “Young man, your art is too beautiful to be sold on the street” Having grown a bit street savy I replied a bit impatiently “Thank you, Sir, how many do you want?” The gentlemen said: “Allow me to buy you dinner and I’ll will describe my proposal” I thought, free food, and I could use a meal, this is a good thing and said, “OK”. He gave me an address around the corner and told me to meet him there in a few minutes.
I arrived at what looked like an old brick row house that had been converted into an upscale restaurant. He met me as I walked up holding my art under one arm, and we went inside and were shown to a semi-private room with one table. There were those old sliding doors in the wall between this room, which appeared to have been a pantry and the larger living room which had several tables with patrons sitting there. There were lit candles and folded linen napkin and real silver ware. I wasn’t sure what to order as I could not read the menu, which was in French, and don’t recall what I settled on, but do recall it was about $55 for my meal, and this was 1976 dollars, which would be per this inflation calculator a $200 meal today!
The older gentleman proceeded to make me an offer. He said that could sell thousands of my pieces, and I asked how can you do that? He said his specialty was retail sales, and that he owned a holding company that employed 500 people to manage his investments, and that he held large voting blocks of stock in all the major retail outlets. He proceeded to outline what he could provide.
He told me that he would provide a $10,000 cash advance for materials, a loft space in SoHo, and that he would arrange for my work to receive rave reviews in all the art magazines! He also claimed that I would have a guaranteed sold out one man show in Soho!
I was at this point speechless for a moment trying to do the math in my head... I then asked what was it that I was to provide in return. I regret that I do not recall his exact words, but I understood that he wanted me to bend over and provide him with sex.
Up until this point in this life I still had somewhat idealistic ideas. I believed that art stood above deceit.. I was so terribly disappointed as an idealist to learn how the art world actually worked.
A week or so later I was hanging a larger piece in a lawyer’s foyer uptown west side around 90th street, and while I was on the ladder putting a hook in the ceiling, I told that lawyer the story of what happened to me that night in the East Village that I just told you about in this answer on Quora.
So, you need to picture this. I’m on an 8 foot ladder, adjusting a mobile that I had just succeeded in getting onto the hook on the ceiling in this lawyer’s foyer, and his eyes got real big and he exclaimed: “Do you have any idea who you were talking to?” I said, no, the gentleman told me his name but I don't recall it... he said that was (name deleted), the head of Federated Department Stores... He is one of the top ten richest men in America and he is the man that originally backed Andy Warhol.
PS: See this book: The CIA And the World of Arts and Letters for an overview how Modern Art, Literature and Media were manipulated to supposedly win the “Cold War”. The revelations in this book caused at least one well known painter to commit suicide, after he realizing that his “success” had been based entirely on the manipulations empowered by MONEY.
Further, related regarding The “Art” world and Money, laundering. LINK (.pdf)
I’ve had several interactions with Satanists. For the most part, Satanism is something to scare Christians with—most of the Satanists I know are actually atheists with wicked senses of humor.
The Illuminati no longer exists, they did for a while in the 1700s but they fell apart. Anyone who claims today to be a member of the Illuminati is either delusional, or trying to fool the gullible.
