Does the illumaniti really exist

Oh Crap! I thought I was going to find the proof here!

I also thought to find some evidence.. ..But it really doesnt matter if they exist or not cause you are living your life with your abilitys and possibilities.

Yes they do, and they themselves have not made it a secret

BUNKO!

Conspiracy theories like the illuminati are a distraction welcomed to those who can't face the truth. The culprit in human despair isn't the Illuminati, or the Bilderbergs, or the Rothschilds, or the Freemasons, or the Zionists, or the Satanists, or the Jesuits, or anything resembling those. It's easy to believe it's one of those, because in your subconscious you are thinking, "Well if the _______ is revealed as the controllers of the world and if we depose them, the world will go back to being sunshine and rainbows and perfection!"
The reality is that it is never going to happen like that. Conspiracy theories, like voting, only show that people still place blind faith in the "right" person in authority instead if the "wrong" person. Either way, people who believe this refuse to see that it is and has always been the State that oppresses people. It is the nature of government itself to oppress.


Daniel Hawkins (High-Schooler)

seems that Kid has more sense than many Grown-ups!

@ Conrad, do you know anyone that is part of the so called illuminati? I do, personally, although they do not refer themselves as the illuminati.

Me too.

Or at least, something which someone else thought was 'proof'.

I love reading 'proofs'.

anyone can apply for membership, but one must be suitable to become a member.

http://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Illuminati

the illuminated ones who sea, the circle of unbrokennessa, the flames that flew from odessa, the fire and the ring, the bee that do sting, the cap and the gown, intellect that abound and see the profound, hearing what ears glued shut cannot hear, you would think they liked their tears, seeing beyond what is gold, into the waters all that is sold, the clovers and clowns don't you see them all around, the self declared wise the lepers these abscond, if one wish to travel beyond, the circle air tight in it's frown and might, the pyramid the octopus with eyes of power upright, don't look under your rugs unless you want to see bad bugs, if some light may knock upon the door, do not open to implore, know that ye have been found, in thy place and thy town, but why you were found will be of good matter, wonder where it is hid jacobs only ladder, but do be noticed for good reason and rhyme, or today this day could turn to slime, be the last of all light, in a place filled with blight, so be sure be polite, the imagined rung true like a bell in the head, some even wish they were born dead, down the hole the rabbits don't fetch, alice and jinn and demons play dread, worlds colliding wont you see them instead, just look in your wallet and see what in your head, the illuminated lava the data do flow, as honey into the brains of all of the sow, the troughs of the world filled to the swill, the reep be the grate always to create, and from this lofty cagey sorta perch, there is no mistaking what create the lurch, the be no mistaking that which is lords, while watching blind eaters fall on their swords, following the trawlers and hoping for some tuna, never to late to be a schooner, jumping to high and crushing their skulls on the lid, didnt see the signs nor read the safey tips, watch out the cap be screwed on real tight, buckle your seat and fly without lights, no fly with fear the jar will escape, only it self it's last breath to create, the rest fall as sludge and return to slough, evolution from then and still unto now, suffocated without air and strangled by their hair, what one did seek it surely did find, just didnt realize it self was blind, follow the maze or live in the haze, but eyeless they came and eyeless they do go, just a particle in the big ebb and flow, and when the curtain be drawn, and the last act complete, the grand presentation civilization replete, the purged it began even flowed the streets, and smoke rings did seem to blot out the sight, not even day and not even night, and in the darkness creepy things do crawl, their last will and testament to scrawl on the walls, so make the most of all that is late, or become the rat that nest with hate, but the cockroach that make it past the gate, become the winner at half past eight.

to the illumination of the illuminated.