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their personal ambitions are moral and exalted. They exist in blissful ignorance of the fact that their causes, however noble in themselves are, more often than not, designed by their hidden masters as part of an elaborate dialectical scheme to distract attention from the real threat and plight of humanity. So deluded as to their station and vocation, these henchmen feel justified not only in condescending to their lessers, but in gratu- itously satiating their carnal desires and relishing their status and the public recogni- tion that goes with it. Thus, the privileged henchmen, together with their sycophants and countless emulators, become the mannequins dressed for the parts they are to play. Some take to their roles with more gusto than others. (See C. S. Lewis’ That Hideous Strength, Frank Herbert's Dune, or John Christopher's Tripods Trilogy). The job of the president is not to wield power himself, but to lead attention away from it... (Douglas Adams, The Hitch-Hikers Guide to the Universe) The Blue Degrees are but the outer court...of the temple. Part of the symbols are displayed there to the initiate, but he is intentionally misled by false interpretation. It is not intended that he shall understand them, but it is intended that he shall imagine that he understands them...The true explanation is reserved for the Adepts, the Princes of Masonry (those of the 32 and 33 degrees). (Albert Pike, Grand Master of US Scottish Rite Freemasonry) These types are over-represented among the world's politicians, generals, lawyers, judges, priests, teachers, bankers, magnates, dictators, and technocrats. Like profes- sional terrorists and criminals, they commit corrupt acts on cue, on a daily basis. But unlike a criminal syndicate, they are not themselves conscious of their dysfunction. Infatuated with their own importance, they feel not the tug of the strings in the hands of their manipulators. The rest of humanity, believing these henchmen to be at the helm, to be ardently seeking to redress the calamities of the world, sit back in their arm chairs and from a comfortable sanitized distance, read about, or voyeuristically watch the wars here, the famines there, the imbroglios and debacles in one place, the civil unrest and human rights abuses in another, the plagues, disasters, crime and vice, the multi-faceted architecture of the machina infernalis, without ever coming to realize that the pieces of the colossal jigsaw will never come together until the picture on the lid of the box, so to speak, is revealed. I really look with commiseration over the great body of my fellow citizens who, reading newspapers, live and die in the belief that they have known something of what has been passing in their times. (Thomas Jefferson) 134 Epilogue: Time to Change the Road You’re On Atlantis, Alien Visitation, and Genetic Manipulation