The Link Between the Vatican, Italian Mafia and the Illuminati
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Writer: Miles Beltran | 06 May 2012 | www.milesbeltran.com
I tell you the link between the Vatican, mafia and the evil society, Illuminati is overwhelming with evidence. The Illuminati’s symbols are all over popular music videos, network tv and internet..Illuminati’s members range from major music labels, movie production corporations, powerful banks to the Vatican and more. But the Illuminati’s secret society is evil and ruthless. They do worship the devil..A member is initiated by a killing of a baby and a kiss of an Illuminati priest’s ring..Reports tell us that the Vatican has secret rooms; where Illuminati rituals are committed. But watch out, if you enter the wrong door in the Vatican; you may never come out..The Vatican is full of secrets, secret rooms and dirty, mafia money. Knowledge is power. Some of these organizations seem to share the ultimate goal; which is to control the masses by whatever means necessary including death, torture and hypnotism. But to be afraid and not to educate yourself on this matter could be deadly. Smilie: 🙁
I come to realize that organized religions of all types are the biggest criminals of all time..This is not the actual religions, but the one’s organizing or administrating the religions..The following is a partial report by a gutsy, investigative reporter, who visits the Vatican and is quoted word by word.
Writer: By Greg Szymanski
” While Mass is being said in the Sistein Chapel and tourists are being shown the works of Michelangelo, deep within the bowels of the Vatican sits a large, circular room with 13 separate chambers, each leading to a distinct catacomb.
When a mummified body is placed in front of each doorway, a young child is then brutally sacrificed with a long, golden knife during what is said to be a secret induction ceremony for new members of the Illuminati, better known as the New World Order.
As a young freelance reporter in Rome during the early 1980s, I heard many rumors of these secret ceremonies from local shop owners, several drunken priests and a couple of local clairvoyants or fortune-telling card readers, one who apparently advised and guided the film career of the famous Italian film director, Federico Fellini.
Although a product of a Catholic education and graduate of Notre Dame High School before going on to college, I still couldn’t help but wonder if the stories about the brutal child sacrifices were actually true.
While on a story assignment or covering the weekly Papal address, I remember sneaking around the Vatican, on one occasion taking a flight of stairs down to the basement level in search of the secret room and the catacombs.
Of course, I never found the secret room or a hidden doorway leading to the tombs, my secret Indiana Jones hunt for the Satan’s Den interrupted by a Vatican security guard who escorted me to the top of the stairs after showing my press card and saying I was lost.
“One night alone in this place and I know I could break the biggest story in my lifetime,” I thought to myself, as I walked through St. Peter’s Square and looked up at the sculptures of the 12 Apostles staring down at me from the Vatican roof.
Rome is like a huge small town with many neighborhoods, functioning like dozens of little villages within the city proper, each having its own distinct feel and flavor.
That particular day after trying to uncover the exact location of the Illuminati’s secret induction ceremonies, I stopped for cheese and a glass of white wine on the first narrow, cobblestone street next the Vatican, known in English as the “Street of the Whores.”
According to the locals, the street received this rather unusual name since for hundreds of years it housed many of the whores whose primary clientele were the Vatican cardinals, bishops and priests, as well as any visiting members of the clergy.
After World War II, the prostitution on the street eventually moved to a more secretive location, making way now for stores engaged in the lucrative business of selling religious paraphernalia like rosaries, pictures of the Pope’s and holy water.
As I sat having a glass of wine and going through the Italian papers, the main headline read how Cardinal Paul Marcinkus, head of the Vatican Bank from 1971 to 1989, was indicted by Italian authorities (in 1982) as an accessory in the $3.5 billion collapse of Banco Ambrosiano, an Italian financial institution with close ties to the Vatican Bank.
Although I tried many times without success to interview Marcinkus, since he was from my hometown of Chicago, the case never came to trial in Italy, as courts corruptly ruled that as a “Vatican employee he was immune from prosecution.” The Vatican Bank also refused to admit legal responsibility for the Bank of Ambrosiano’s downfall but did acknowledge “moral involvement”, paying $241m (?169m) to creditors.
Little did I know that this story, the 1978 death of Pope John Paul I, the murder of the bank’s president, Robert Calvi, found dangling under the Blackfriars Bridge in London, a little known mafia figure named Mario Cuomo (not the former mayor of New York) and a mysterious woman named Maria would all help in putting the pieces together of a larger more sinister puzzle. Although still incomplete, the small pieces of the puzzle I uncovered in the 1980s all lead to direct involvement of members of the Illuminati/Freemasons, through groups like “P Due”, the Prieure du Sion and others, as well as the deep involvement of the Vatican, the hub and centerpiece of this secret worldwide organization known to the public as the Illuminati but known by members as “The Family or The Order.”
After writing several stories about the Vatican Bank Scandal and traveling to London on the Calvi story, finding very little new evidence, I didn’t give much thought to the Illuminati and child sacrificing until about a year later when I was sitting on Via Venato, having coffee for a brief hour or two with the rich and famous. As a quick aside, no one ever really believes me anyway when I mention I once sat on Sophia Loren’s lap, so I will leave that story for happier times.
As I mentioned, I put the gruesome picture of a child sacrificing out of my mind until a strikingly beautiful, black-haired Italian woman in her late 20s, named Maria, asked if she could join me at my Via Veneto outdoor table.
Rome is a small town, like I mentioned, later learning Maria desperately wanted an outlet to tell her incredible story, finding out through street talk that I was an American journalist researching stories about secret societies and the Vatican’s involvement.
Maria prefaced her story by saying she could never reveal her full name, saying it meant an immediate death sentence for both of us if her identity hit newsstands, linking her to what she called “The Chosen Ones” or the Illuminati.