Ok, folks… disclaimers.
I don’t believe there is a cabal of powerful elites that guide world events, I do not believe that the world is that malleable, I DO believe that the world is a chaotic random place full of entropy, unpredictability and surprise. Any bunch of “elites”, no matter how politically entrenched, no matter how wealthy, could not steer the events of this pale blue rock with any degree of real accuracy, or at least…not for long.
Thus, I am not trying to tell you the illuminati exists, I believe that they categorically do not, they are a fiction, dreamt up by humanity because we wish to believe that even if these illuminati have nefarious aims, they are, at the very least, in charge and capable enough to bring the human biomass under its reigns of control. They are a dreamt up father figure in a world where having an abusive father figure is better than having none and being truly alone. And yet, despite the fictitious nature of the illuminati, I have a fascination with its mythos, the art, the symbolism, all of it in much the same way a starwars junkie has a fascination with the specs of a spice freighter or the various tongues that are spoken by the made up peoples in that fictional universe. We all have our unique idea of what these fictional illuminati would be like, and so what i mean by the question…
What would the illuminati look like?
is precisely what that entity we have dreamt up, the fictional cabal we love to believe in would look like if they did in fact exist? Some very interesting depictions of what the illuminati could theoretically look like can be found in popular culture, in our movies, in our music videos etc. Every time I see a talented artist/director take a stab at it I find myself fascinated, and at the same time ultimately underwhelmed. The cause for my invariable fixation and eventual disappointment? the involvement of that creature called woman.
Exhibit A, Stanley Kubricks Eyes wide shut, the ritual scene.
The film starts out with Tom cruise’s character Dr. Bill Harford arguing with his wife alice, the argument escalates and his wife eventually confesses to him that she thought about having an affair a few years back, this sends Harford on a very weird misadventure in which a friend of his who is a pianist by trade informs him of a secret location where he is hired to play the piano for rich aristocrats. The catch? the pianist is not allowed to witness any of it and is made to play blindfolded. A word, fidelio, must be uttered to gain entry and after the pianist shares this word with Harford, he decides it a good idea to visit the party uninvited banking on the fact that the dress code requires a mask to obscure his identity. Harford arrives, utters the password, and is led into a ritual performance, a rather creepy ordeal where young naked women sit in a circle kneeling before a cloaked masked man dressed in all red. He drums a staff against the floor as a signal, and the woman each share an embrace and a kiss, before standing and selecting one of the masked onlookers for what will later unfold, a brazen orgy.
I sat there the first time I saw this, transfixed, fascinated by the fictional portrayal of such people, wondering what hidden knowledge they have secreted away from the eyes of the unwashed masses…good stuff if you’re into awe-inspiring escapism, the reason, I think, we want to believe in something like the illuminati is because we want to BE them, we want their wealth, their power their unbridled greed, their masterful restraint, we wish we had it all, but in realizing that, the scene, at least the realism of it was spoiled for me. What would the illuminati be doing with women? what would they be doing having orgies? such are the pleasures of the people they look at with disdain, us, the proles.
A conglomerate powerful enough to steer world events would have long since become bored with the pleasures the human female had to offer, graduating instead to a lust for unbridled power or some other non-carnal aphrodisiac. The cliche’s, they ruin it it for me, an occult clique capable of steering world events would seek, in my opinion, to transcend the primitive urges of human sexuality, they would experiment with women first, quickly grow bored of that after the first few orgies and go on to break every taboo they saddle the proletariats with until even the most depraved incestual blood sacrifice would be boring to them, they would then likely need to satiate themselves with geopolitical violence on the world stage, and yet every time we see these illusive folks they are happy with plain old hookers and a night of raunchy sex…hollywood, is this the best we can do?
True detective season two attempted the same thing, rich, powerful men who should by all acounts be unfeeling psychopaths who see sex as another way to camofluage their true natures and nothing else, retreating to some cabin for a night of plane-jane debauchery with a bunch of hookers made pliable by high grade sublingual ecstacy, how boring.
The movie industry isn’t the only culprit selling us this sanitized uninspired vision of what the most powerful human beings on the planet would spend their downtime doing, I don’t know the tastes of the readership here at sheddingoftheego but there must be some R&B fans among you, my favorite new driving song is the The hills by the weeknd
Immediately I was intrigued by this video, which opens up with the artist stumbling out of his wrecked car, walking away from a woman, ignoring her, gaze set steadfast ahead of him, walking towards something, some goal, as though in a trance. It was almost poetic, reminiscent of the death of the idealized female that a mgtow must swallow at some point or another on his path to go his own way, the car explodes behind him, with the female crying behind him as well disappearing out of focus into the background, could it be this man has tasted his freedom and wants more? nah, he makes his way to a dilapidated mansion, where he is confronted with an emaciated androgynous illuminati looking dude and his two hot sex slaves, oh well, full circle nothing to see here gentlman.