Woodrow Wilson, the 28th President of the United States (1913 to 1921), was suspected of having Freemasonry as well as religious and racist sympathies. His possible Masonic connection has been recorded as “unknown Mason status” regarding lodge membership, but he may well have been sympathetic to the lies of Masonry and used its tenuous political connections to secure the nomination for the Democratic party.
Wilson served as president of the prestigious Princeton University (1902-1910), which had its own secret societies. In fact, from my recent online tour of the university, it was clear that Rockefeller exerted considerable influence as a benefactor and that Masonic and occult symbols openly adorn much of this university facade. Wilson could not have been ignorant of their meanings. Either he closed his eyes, preferring to remain silent during this major period in his academic career, or he was, in fact, looking at the political openings that were unfolding before him, and which would eventually take him all the way to the White House, which offers its own prizes and perils.
On a personal note, both James and I agree that regardless of how famous you have been in your profession or trade, you are quickly forgotten after your demise. This was proven to me when I visited my local library to see what information they might have on President Wilson. To my amazement, they had nothing on his life in their online catalogue or on the shelves, even in the locked away, out-of-sight reserved stock!
Woodrow Wilson was born in 1856, the son of a Presbyterian pastor. His mother suffered from hypochondria and even managed to convince her son that he too suffered from assorted mysterious illnesses; he later discovered that he was as healthy as any child of his age, as far as he knew.
Later, and always highly ambitious, he would find his niche in the fields of education and politics, the last being his forte as a public speaker.
Like so many candidates before and after polling day, Wilson would promise electors the world and all its riches if they marked his name on the ballot paper. Yet, once installed in the White House, his manipulation of democracy would be based and built on deceit, apparently in both his first and second terms. Of course, these talents still flourish today quite openly.
When Wilson surprisingly won the presidential nomination in 1912, the emerging “new world order” was in an embryonic stage. Regarding the man’s personality, it seems he suffered “fits of depression” and “sudden baffling illnesses.” He was referred to as “an ingrate and a liar,” and even his long-suffering press secretary remarked that: “He is a good hater.” He was also stubborn and seldom forgave those who saw events differently from him. “In public, Wilson was stiff and formal. 13 it seems was his lucky number.” Superstition is always dangerous to those who promote and practice accordingly, without understanding its dangers.
It may be that Wilson was being played to dance to the tune of the “masters” of the new world order, who then (as now) were calling the proverbial “shots” in this fallen world. Perhaps he was unaware of what was ultimately expected of him, foolishly believing that he himself had set the political agenda in pre-war Europe. Even today, in any political arena, powerful financial backers expect powerful rewards, and few political campaigns are ever pristine.
Colonel Edward Mandell House was a small, thin, retiring Texan who always talked in almost a whisper. The title “Colonel” was an honorary one, it seems. Edward House had been lurking around the darker side of the corridors of power in Texas and beyond for a very long time, always learning and listening. “A master at understanding men,” writes Margaret McMillan of House. Another description of him reads: “An intimate man even when he was cutting your throat.” Today he would be known as a globalist or a one-world man. There also appears to be some confusion about his suspected Jewish genes. (Rumours also surfaced that Wilson’s correct name was Wolfson; again it’s hard to confirm or deny these anti-Semitic statements.)
When House’s path crossed with Wilson’s in 1911, I suspect he became the point man for the Masonic Illuminati agenda (this popular expression is part of the Illuminati’s so-called code-speak, such as Bush’s “thousand points of light,” spoken with pride some years ago by the former President).
A few years later, at the war’s end in 1918, the world would see the arrival of the doomed League of Nations that Wilson had been so devoted to, installing its message into the American way of life.
In this, he would fail miserably, at the cost of his health. In 1945, the treaty would later resurface as the United Nations, another lamentable godless title. Wilson once wrote in a speech, prepared by himself or crafted for him: “Light [that word again] is the only thing that can sweeten our political atmosphere.” This certainly sounds like a secret reference to the Illuminati and its influence in the world today. So many of these secret societies are akin to an organised religion, and religion (rather like a crime) must pay for its keep to succeed, something certainly true today, even with the technology of the 21st century.
It is claimed that some groundwork was laid on the aptly named “Jekyll Island” in 1910 when seven or eight powerful men controlling 25% to 30% of the earth’s wealth arrived on the island to forge their agenda. Their efforts would fashion the coming needs of the 20th century through the Council on Foreign Relations (CFR), Rhodes and Round Table membership. Later additions to this cartel would be the Bilderberg Group and the Trilateralists, as well other unaccommodating secret societies.
“Colonel” House is typical of those anonymous, handpicked breed of men used by brokers of power and privilege to carry out their “world programme” for the rest of us. Later, with Wilson safely ensconced in Washington, House would have a prepared suite of rooms at his disposal in the North Wing of the White House. He seems to have moved along the corridors almost like a ghost, a place where plenty of wandering spirits pervade the building constructed by black slaves years earlier (some have suggested the building be demolished brick-by-brick because of this history).
Twenty years later, President Franklin Roosevelt would also use such a man for his own purpose. In Roosevelt’s case, it was Harry Hopkins who enjoyed a free stay at the White House until 1943. As the president’s chosen eyes and ears in the world, he certainly knew where many of the proverbial bodies were buried in the land of FDR.
From 1913 to 1921, House was at Wilson’s side during those pre- and post-war years (strange times) and the president, it seems, adored the man. He would later write of him: “Mr. House is my second personality, he is my independent self, his thoughts and mine are as one.” However, all of this changed when House returned to the U.S. from Paris and Wilson learned that he had watered down the League of Nations blueprints for some reason. I’m not sure why, but the relationship between the two men gradually declined from then on. One possibility is that the second Mrs Wilson was jealous of the open affection her husband had for House (this may be true, as wives don’t like to compete for their husband’s affections, of course). Wilson’s first wife Ellen had died in 1914 in the White House.
Earlier, for the purpose of preparing a workable blueprint for what would later be christened “Wilson’s 14 principles,” an ad hoc group of 150 so-called experts were prepared and initiated by “Colonel” House to do the spadework before the finished treaty was ready for signing in Paris. The chosen group were to be known as “The Inquiry.” A strangely coded title, I suggest, that perhaps House mischievously devised himself!
The “CFR” emerged, very much House’s baby, and then evolved into the gruesome think tank that today dominates many political initiatives and intrigues. Wouldn’t the “Colonel” be proud of how his infant has grown to “maturity” in the 21st century?
Power and its pursuit always come at a price. In Wilson’s case, it seems that during the Paris talks in 1919, he suffered, according to all evidence available, “a thrombosis in his brain” after a violent argument with Prime Minister Lloyd George. Yet, he later found the strength to visit Pope Benedict XV, the first U.S. president to do so, apparently. Even today, many a home-bound president will swing around to visit the Vatican either for business or a “blessing,” and one can only wonder why and for whose benefit this ritual is because no president since Kennedy has been a member of the Catholic church.
Incidentally, during Wilson’s 12 months or longer in the UK, he lost all sight in one eye. On advice from a particular party, he would walk 14 miles a day, until amazingly his full sight was restored!
The final years
President Wilson suffered a serious illness during a speaking engagement in September of 1919, near St. Louis, Missouri. Within days, he would return to the White House a sick and disillusioned man. A week later, a massive stroke left him partly paralysed. He never effectively functioned as president again. After that, he laid between life and death for several days. Yet he once remarked to a member of his cabinet: “I am willing to compromise on anything except the Ten Commandments.”
Amazingly, for the rest of Wilson’s elected term, his wife would sign or initial state papers and consult with cabinet members during his illness, and apparently, nobody would contradict or obstruct her in her unconstitutional efforts. As Gene Smith writes in his book about this unique period in American history: “In later years it was said that the First Lady was the first woman President of the United States.” He may well be right in his assessment of the unusual situation in the White House. The president, now unable to function physically, would instead prefer to spend hours alone watching old newsreels of himself arriving in Paris and signing the Treaty at Versailles and being adored by so many, but now sadly alone with his memories and regrets.
I read somewhere (I can’t remember who said it) that a visitor some years ago mistakenly wandered past the bedroom the president had then occupied so long ago but now used for storage purposes. She claimed to hear the whir of a silent film projector coming from behind the locked door. As I said previously, the building is probably riddled with unclean spirits, and it didn’t help matters when a previous president’s wife is alleged to have held séances in the White House some years ago to conjure up the ghosts of the wives of past presidents. All of this is strictly forbidden in the Bible!
After leaving the White House in 1922, the Wilsons retired to a suburb in Washington, where the former president had purchased a house with the proceeds of the Nobel Peace Prize he was awarded in 1919. Later, as his health declined, he would refer to himself as “a broken piece of machinery.” Death came to claim Wilson for judgment on 3rd February 1924. As the funeral arrangements emerged, it became apparent that the deceased president had stated that he did not wish to be buried in Arlington Cemetery. He also had not requested a state funeral or to lie in state, but it was all to be a private family ceremony and nothing more. Afterwards, his coffin was lowered into the prepared vault of the Washington cathedral where it can be seen today.
At the service, a lone soldier lifted a bugle to his lips and played taps in memory of the late president and of those American soldiers who had been killed in a faraway battlefield in war-torn Europe. Ironically, it was Wilson himself who had signed the executive order to dispatch them to fight in what was called “the Kaiser’s war and the war to end all wars.”
In New York, vast crowds had assembled at the same time in Madison Square Gardens to listen to assorted speakers and many tributes spoken in memory of the dead president in the hushed crowd. In a soft hat, wet with New York’s rain, a small slim man looked on. It was “Colonel” House. It seems he had not been invited to the funeral service in Washington, perhaps on the orders of Mrs Wilson herself, or perhaps as someone later remarked, it was for the best that he stayed away.
Like so many politicians, Woodrow Wilson was a fool to believe he could eradicate all developing coming wars. If he had read his Bible carefully (we are informed he read it daily), then he should have remembered what is written in Matthew 24:6, where it warns quite clearly: “And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars.” Somehow Wilson missed this sacred wordsor maybe he thought he could do better. Ah, the vanity of men!
In the 1930s, Sigmund Freud analysed Wilson in a paper that dealt with Wilson’s erratic personality as well as his relationship with the ubiquitous “Colonel” House. The finished lecture was withheld by the editors for immediate publication until after Mrs Edith Wilson’s death, which took place in 1961. She was, in fact, at JFK’s inauguration as the 35th American president and is herself interred in the cathedral vault with her late husband. However, I have long been suspicious and sceptical of the musings of both Freud and Carl Jung believing that it is self-indulgent from the patient’s ego, not to mention lucrative for the therapist. The whole concept of the subconscious influencing the conscious in our personal psyche can be delusional and dangerous.
Man is born in sin and must co-exist in a fallen/depraved world. Long, expensive sessions on a psychiatrist’s couch are unable to help him. Only the man or woman who repents will be able to enter the spiritual world by being born again and inherit the coming kingdom. Freud’s unnatural obsessions with the sexual aspect of our minds and Jung’s dangerous searching for answers in the occult realm/new age ignore God’s design in our lives. For the lost who are eternally condemned in sin and suffering, there is no other way out except through and in the cross of Christ, which remains there for all seeking sinners who have repented.
“It is appointed to men once to die, but after this the judgment” (Hebrews 9:27).
When the cheering stopped, Gene Smith
Peacemaker, Margaret Macmillan
Secret societies, Sylvia Smith
24 April 2013/10 January 2018
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