“…see that ye love one another with a pure heart fervently: Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever.”  (1 Peter 1:23 KJV)

I’d like to say that things improved after that horrible night, but it was only the beginning. Although I didn’t know it at the time, I had been born again of corruptible seed. I awoke the next day feeling oddly chipper. My body felt renewed and I had the feeling that everything would be okay. That was it. I survived the storm. Time to move on and put all of this behind me. I guess you could say I was drunk in the spirit, but it only lasted for about a day or so. After that, the real horrors began. My physical body experienced tremors, rashes, whelps and bites. My dreams became visions, and telepathy became a very real threat. I was under spiritual attack, but this was no ordinary ghost. This was something that found a way inside. This was something that found a key. This was, beyond all logic, the Illuminati.      

Six days after the flood on Thanksgiving evening, I sat on the couch with my mom watching The Wizard of Oz analyzing every aspect of the film. Wizards and witches, the yellow brick road, the emerald city, the little dog Toto, the scarecrow, the tinman, the cowardly lion – this has to do with that, I thought. The movie begins in black and white until Dorothy gets hit on the head and is taken up by a whirlwind, and suddenly, her world transforms into a rainbow of colors, just like in Pleasantville. I figured I was Dorothy, and the Wicked Witch of the West, well, I had some ideas. The ugly green witch gazed into her crystal ball as searing hot pain shot through my right forearm. I yanked up my sleeve to find four red whelps surfacing on my skin. They were tender to the touch and appeared out of nowhere, and after retreating to the kitchen, I carefully examined the bizarre marks and took pictures with my phone. It was spiritual, that much I gathered, but the significance of the shape eluded me at the time. Three years later, I recognize it to be the mark of the Lion’s Paw.

The Lion’s Paw is a masonic concept exemplified with a handshake between two masons. Also known as The Lion’s Grip, both men place their four fingers on each other’s wrists while the thumbs remain interlocked forming a crude symbol of a lion’s paw. According to masonic literature, the symbolism is introduced during the Master Mason’s Degree right after the candidate is raised again to a new life. In direct comparison, soon after my near-death experience, I too, awoke to a colorful new world. To the ancient craft, this born-again symbolism also applied to the legend that a lion’s cub, or whelp, was born dead and brought to life by the roar of its sire. Likewise, Christians are dead in their sins when they are born again through the roar of God’s Word. So, what does all of this have to do with the bizarre whelps on my arm? In short, it is the physical mark of another Jesus, another gospel, and another spirit. It is the grip of The Lion’s Paw, or the Masonic Oath.

I can’t say that I’ve done extensive research into Freemasonry, a little here and there, but I know the gist of it. They are a secret society complete with oaths and rituals, signs, symbols, secret handshakes, initiations, divine revelations, the square and the compass, the hidden hand, the Chief Architect, Hiram Abiff, blah, blah, blah. Freemasonry is its own religion that describes itself as “a beautiful system of morality, veiled in allegory and illustrated by symbols,” but they neglect to tell you any real truth about anything. How moral is that? I’ve researched enough about the organization to know that I would never willingly join or take part in any type of oath, and I’m certainly not alone in my conviction. Likewise, I would never willingly allow myself to be initiated into the group, but much to my horror, that’s exactly what happened.

An “oath” is defined as “a solemn usually formal calling upon God or a god to witness to the truth of what one says or to witness that one sincerely intends to do what one says. (2): a solemn attestation of the truth or inviolability of one’s words.” The Masonic Oath is essentially a blood-written contract that binds you to your own word, your own tongue, and the desires of your flesh. It is a system designed to cause people to fall by the edge of their own sword, lest they be born again, and again, and again, etc. To be clear, it is the curse of the flesh initiated by another god. The mark of The Lion’s Paw is the seal binding the initiate to that oath. According to masonic literature, The Lion’s Grip (the handshake) is said to symbolize the Lion of the Tribe of Judah, which is a biblical reference to Jesus Christ found in Revelation 5:5.

“And one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not: behold, the Lion of the tribe of Juda, the Root of David, hath prevailed to open the book, and to loose the seven seals thereof.” (Revelation 5:5 KJV)

No man is found worthy of opening the book except Jesus Christ, the book, of course, being the book of life. If we think of our DNA as a book of life, then the concept of the Masonic Oath or The Lion’s Paw, begins to make sense, just plug in a different Jesus and a different book. The seven seals binding the book are the seven spirits of God, in direct contrast, the seal of The Lion’s Paw symbolizes seven unclean spirits. To simplify this concept, just think of the story of Jesus who came to fulfill God’s Word:

“Then said I, Lo, I come (in the volume of the book it is written of me,) to do thy will, O God.” (Hebrews 10:7 KJV)

Flip that upside down and you have the binding curse of The Lion’s Paw or the curse of another god’s law. So, when my “friend” Midnight told me to “See how your story goes” this is essentially what he/she was talking about. I had just been initiated into a satanic system of which, at the time, I knew very little, and had taken a physically binding oath against my will. Here’s where things get really interesting. About a week after Thanksgiving, I received the following comment from Midnight concerning my theory about River’s murder. After suffering my own near-death experience that brought me to my knees with severe body tremors, I knew. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew what happened to River Phoenix.

Midnight (12/2/15 at 12:52am)

Your theory is NOT outlandish. “Ancestry” has released a private file with information in it that is now believed to be about Jack The Ripper. He committed ritualistic Masonic murders (even carving the masonic compass in a victim’s face) was a singer covered for by established Masonic elites. They covered for their secret system, not necessarily him personally.

So, let’s break this down and read between the lines. After all, that’s how the secret language works, multiple meanings layered within layers. The use of “Ancestry” in quotation marks is a logical reference to the website as well as a reference to genealogy, DNA, the masonic brotherhood, and of course, The Lion’s Paw. The “private file with information” is the actual comment itself, not something released by Ancestry. It is the writing on the wall so to speak. At the end of the comment, Midnight left me a link to an article by the Daily Mail about a new book linking Jack the Ripper to the masons. In it, author Bruce Robinson claims that the infamous Goulston Street Graffiti (the writing on the wall) was “the most flagrant clue of all.” Written beside a clue in the 1888 Whitechapel murders was a sentence that read, “The Juwes are the men that will not be blamed for nothing.” The meaning of the graffiti and its connection to the crimes attributed to Jack the Ripper have been debated for over a century. The author goes on to say that “part of the whole ethic of Freemasonry is whatever it is, however it’s done, you protect the brotherhood – and that’s what happened.” Indeed, that’s what happened to River as well. As for me, the above comment was the most flagrant clue of all. It was my clue to keep silent.

The emphasis of the word “NOT” is another flagrant clue. Just like the double negative used in the Goulston Graffiti, it’s a confirmation of the truth. In Standard English, two negatives are understood to resolve to a positive, thus, the Juwes/Jews are the men who won’t be blamed for anything,” much like the masons. As it stands, my theory actually IS outlandish, but true nonetheless. The second sentence of the comment is difficult to understand due to the broken thought pattern. This is no accident. After the grammatically correct part that states, “He committed ritualistic Masonic murders,” the afterthought is inserted in parentheses, or two round brackets. The phrase, by no coincidence, mentions carving the masonic compass into a victim’s face, so here we have the compass (a circle) surrounded by two curves. The victim’s face would be mine. It was a written affirmation that masonic elites had put me under bondage.

“His archers compass me round about, he cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; he poureth out my gall upon the ground.” (Job 16:13 KJV)

The sentence fragment “was a singer covered for by established Masonic Elites,” evidently refers to a famous singer mentioned on my blog. If all of this sounds a bit far-fetched to you, you’re right, but this is the language of the occult. It is the dark sentences of witchcraft and the cruel venom of asps. The language and incorrect grammar used in the Goulston Graffiti has also led others to believe that it was on purpose and of an occult nature. Best-selling author Stephen Knight suggests that “Juwes” referred not to “Jews,” but to Jubela, Jubelo, and Jubelum, the three killers of Hiram Abiff, a legendary and central character in Freemasonry. He also suggests that the message was written by the killer as part of a masonic plot. Knight’s theory was also used in the film Murder by Decree, as well as the graphic novel, From Hell. Considering the manner in which Jack the Ripper’s victims were found (most of them disemboweled with their throats severed and bodies drained of blood), it’s not too far-fetched to believe that they were ritualistic murders of an occult nature. So, when my online “friend” posted the Jack the Ripper comment, I set my blog to private.

After everything that had happened over the past three months, I think I somewhat fell into a state of denial. I was beyond traumatized. The unexplainable attack on my life, the comments on my blog, the whelps on my arm, the lights at the neighbor’s house, the synchronicities that were driving me mad, the feeling that someone was in my head – I had no concept of what was happening to me at the time. I was being trained like a dog to see, hear, and think differently, and it was all part of the initiation, but how could this happen to a born-again Christian? It all led back to my online “friend” who claimed to have found a key.