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			INFOWARS.COM EXCLUSIVE: BOHEMIAN GROVE Occult 
            Activities at the Elite Bohemian Grove
 in Northern California 
            Exposed!
 Alex Jones Tells 
            His Story
 Austin, TX -- 
			Last July, documentary filmmaker  
			 Alex Jones 
			infiltrated Bohemian Grove, becoming the first person to 
			capture the bizarre occult activities of the all-male  
			  
			elite club membership on videotape. This footage recently aired in 
            England, Ireland and Scotland on UK Channel Four as Part Three of a 
            four-part special:   
			The Secret Rulers of the 
            World.
 
			
			Alex Jones was inside the 2,700 acre 
			
			
			elite 
			compound for over five hours, and states,  
				
				
				"Thank God I caught the whole thing on videotape because no one 
				would believe me if I hadn’t. I have trouble believing what I 
				witnessed with my own two eyes. It was actually that bizarre." 
			
			For 
            over 128 years, world leaders have traveled to Sonoma County 
            California in the month of July. Almost immediately, bizarre rumors 
            began to circulate in the local press that something dark and occult 
            was going on. The rumors entailed dark stories of men in black and 
            red robes and a giant 40-foot stone owl, to which something, or 
            someone was being sacrificed. 
			
			Alex 
            Jones, being a radio talk-show host had heard the rumors many times, 
            so he decided to look into it and did some research. To his 
            surprise, mainstream media articles from Parade Magazine, the 
            Associated Press, Reuters, the Sacramento Bee, and the Washington 
            Times confirmed the incredible. World leaders were traveling yearly 
            to the rural redwood-covered hills of Northern California and photos 
            actually existed of the giant stone owl and the men in black and red 
            robes. 
				
				
				"I was 
            angered," Jones said, "that in over 50 years there had been only a 
            handful of news stories written on Bohemian Grove, and that these 
            stories calmly reported on the rumors and engaged in a whitewash, 
            thus hiding a giant story in plain view." 
			
			Reading 
            about all the law enforcement and Secret Service protecting the 
            Grove’s mysteries every July, Jones took the challenge of Jon Ronson 
            of World of Wonder Productions to "blow Bohemian Grove wide-open 
            with his hidden cameras." 
			
			After 
            traveling from Austin, Texas to San Francisco, Jones and the other 
            members of his team, Violet Nichols and Mike Hanson, met up with the 
            British filmmakers and began a three-day investigation before 
            attempting to enter the Grove. 
			
			On July 
            15, 2000, Alex Jones and Mike Hanson, equipped with two hidden video 
            cameras and disguised as members of the Bohemian Club successfully 
            infiltrated the 
			elite cult compound. 
			
			One of 
            the most commonly asked questions is: How did they get in? 
             
             
			Following is a transcript of a taped interview with 
			Alex 
            Jones, who describes his infiltration of the super-secret elitist 
            camp and what he witnessed inside: 
				
				
				"The 
            Bohemian Club lies within a range of large hills and cliffs with 
            300-400 ft. drops. The club itself consists of large log cabin-style 
            homes built into the gorge walls.  
			
			There 
            is only one entrance on the north side of the compound, which is a 
            paved road, appropriately named "Bohemian Avenue."   
			
			A low 
            barbed-wire fence surrounds the entire perimeter of the club, but 
            the fence doesn’t matter because there is only one place where the 
            hills come together, leaving an opening traversable by foot or car. 
            Simply stated, the Bohemian Grove is a walled city. 
			
			After 
            being dropped off near the Bohemian Club, we inserted ourselves into 
            the woods about 100 yards from the main entrance. After going over 
            the barbed wire fence, we found ourselves in what can only be 
            described as a moat. The entire area along the road to the foot of 
            the cliff walls had been dug out and flooded.   
			
			We were 
            able to make our way across the expansive swamp by jumping from 
            broken tree limbs and other debris.   
			
			After 
            climbing up a steep embankment, pulling our way up by gripping on 
            tree roots, we found ourselves in a large parking lot, with hundreds 
            of cars. We saw several dozen Bohemian Club employees/servants 
            getting out of the vehicles, which were everything from 
            Mercedes-Benz to Ford Tempos. 
			
			At about 100 yards through the trees, 
			we saw a much larger parking lot, filled with more late-model, 
			luxury-style cars. Obviously, this was the parking area of the 
			actual 2,000 members of 
			the Bohemian Club. 
			
			When 
            you come in on the main road, the moat, the swamp and the embankment 
            are off to the right (off to the west) just 50 yards of so. By going 
            across the swamp or moat, we made our way past the first two 
            checkpoints, which consisted of a small guard shack on the left-hand 
            side of the road and another 50 yards down the road another guard 
            shack on the right-hand side of the road. 
			
			It’s a 
            good thing that we decided to sneak around the first two 
            checkpoints, by entering through the Bohemian Grove employee parking 
            lot, because the real checkpoints lie deeper inside the Grove. There 
            was a checkpoint in the middle of the road (a large guard shack with 
            several dozen security people) and then guard shacks on the left and 
            right sides of the road, which were kind of like the German-style 
            checkpoints you see in old war films. 
			
			I told 
            Mike I thought it would be a good idea if we tried to get on one of 
            the large trucks (the flat-back open trucks that had padded seats 
            that were actually picking up members of the Bohemian Club as well 
            as the employees). So, we went ahead and walked through the woods to 
            the Bohemian Club member parking area and waited for one of the 
            large trucks to pull up, at which time myself and Mike Hanson 
            climbed onto the back with two older gentlemen. 
			
			Mike 
            and myself made small-talk conversation as we got onto the black-top 
            road and drove deeper into the Grove, now approaching these larger 
            checkpoints. In the two or three minutes that we were on board the 
            truck, we caught an interesting conversation on tape, as two of the 
            members discussed the prices of their ceremonial robes (all of that 
            is in my video, Dark Secrets: Inside Bohemian Grove). 
			
			Our 
            first close call happened as we neared the main checkpoint. The 
            truck actually stopped, at which time an older, gray-haired man made 
            eye contact with the driver of the truck and walked around the back 
            of the truck to stare myself and Mike Hanson right in the eye. 
            Obviously, he was afraid that we might be guests of the two older 
            gentlemen we were riding in with in the truck (as Bohemian Club 
            members are allowed to bring guests) so he didn’t ask us who we were 
            or what we were doing. The guards went ahead and waved us on with a 
            look of suspicion. 
			
			Then we 
            were actually inside the Bohemian Grove. We had heard all of the 
            bizarre rumors and were about to find out what was really going on 
            inside. The mystery was getting closer to being solved. 
			
			The 
            truck drove in for several more minutes and stopped at which time we 
            off-loaded. I told Mike that I wanted to get to cover. It took us 
            about 45 minutes to an hour to walk all the way through to the 
            bottom of the gorge, at which point the road actually ended and a 
            cars could no longer drive on it, as it turned into a 
            concrete-paved, blacktop foot-path. 
			
			We 
            reached the end of the gorge, which is an observation deck at the 
            top of a 300-foot cliff overlooking the Russian River and the small 
            town of Monte Rio on the other side. It was my plan to have the 
            least amount of contact with the Bohemian Club members and staff as 
            I could and to wait until nightfall to attempt to get out our hidden 
            cameras and to catch the Cremation of Care ceremony on 
            tape. 
			
			At this 
            point, I should digress and go back and say that as we were walking 
            into the Grove we actually came within about ten yards of the 40 
            foot stone owl that sits to the north side of the small lake. We 
            were only about seven yards away from the black altar that sits at 
            the base of the owl.   
			
			So, 
            already at this point we had proven that rumor true: yes there is a 
            giant stone owl – yes there is an altar. As we were walking deeper 
            into the grove, past the lake, we even saw little metal crosses 
            sticking up from the water’s edge. We’ll get to those little metal 
            crosses later. 
			
			So, now 
            we had been there about an hour at the observation deck. There was 
            no one around. All of the sudden, there was an older gentleman, 
            about 67-70 years old, wearing a Sonoma County Sheriff’s Department 
            uniform coming up the path . We didn’t even see him coming. I 
            believe he was the Sheriff, and he started speaking to us in some 
            kind of code. 
			
			He 
            looked at directly at me and said, "Were you here in 1913? Are you 
            one of the old ones?"   
			
			Now 
            obviously, I was 27 years old and the man knew I wasn’t around in 
            1913 and that I wasn’t one of the old ones. Knowing that he was 
            testing me, I just calmly said, "Yeah, I’m with the 
            Hillbillies." 
			
			To 
            explain that, there are about 95 different clubs within the Bohemian 
            Club. All the different club houses and log cabin-style mansions 
            that are built into the cliffs have different names and different 
            memberships. The most 
			
			
			elite club, according to press reports is Mandaley, with 
			Henry Kissinger and 
			Paul Volcker, former Federal 
            Reserve Chairman and other 
			
			New World Order bosses. 
			
			The 
            Hillbilly Camp is the camp that the Bushes are members of, along 
            with many other notables in American industry, banking, media and 
            government. At that point he smiled and said, "Well, enjoy the day." 
            He then turned around and walked off. 
			
			After 
            he left I said to Mike, "Look, we’ve got to get to a new position 
            and hide ourselves in the woods." So we traveled back into the 
            gorge, off the cliffside and the observation deck. About half-way 
            into the gorge, we noticed that two men in dark suits and sunglasses 
            were following us. I decided to slow down.   
			
			The two 
            men ,who were obviously private security, Secret Service or 
            somebody’s private body guards, walked up to us and asked us our 
            names. I gave them my fake name and Mike gave them his fake name, 
            and we told them that we were members of the Hillbilly 
            Club. 
			
			They 
            said, "take it easy, don’t stress yourselves out and enjoy 
            yourselves," which was a theme that came up more later. At this 
            point, we had been confronted twice and were now being followed. I 
            told Mike that we had to get into a heavily populated area where a 
            lot of the Grove members were congregating. 
			
			So we 
            went into several of the clubs and almost had our identities blown. 
            We went in and had a few drinks, because everyone was drinking 
            copiously and they were offering us wine in some of the clubhouses. 
            We then got back on the road and into a large outdoor feasting area, 
            where hundreds of tables were being set from some party or 
            revelry. 
			
			I told 
            Mike we should go up the steep road into the hills where some of the 
            larger structures were located. It took us about 20 minutes to walk 
            up the road into the only hills that were accessible by foot. At 
            that point some of the employees began to ask us why weren’t riding 
            the truck up. We told them that we wanted exercise, at which point 
            they started acting pretty suspicious. 
			
			We 
            noticed that high up in the hills many of the large log cabin 
            structures were deserted, with many large outside decks. So we went 
            into the Web Camp and just made ourselves comfortable. (The camps 
            have different names like Lost Boys, Doom, Dragon etc.) We simply 
            sat out the next hour, reloaded our hidden cameras and got them back 
            into place. 
			
			By 
            then, the shadows were getting really long and it was just a few 
            minutes until dusk. We started to hear bizarre chanting and singing 
            coming from down below us in the gorge. So we traveled back into the 
            gorge. On our way back down, we saw thousands of men chanting and 
            singing drunkenly beneath the giant redwoods.   
			
			It was 
            like something out of a fantasy novel. I expected to see a dragon 
            come hopping by any moment. There were huge skulls hanging down from 
            the floodlights, satanic-styled owls with glowing eyes, (a lot of 
            trappings of death) that we could now see in the twilight 
            illuminated by the large floodlights. 
			
			The 
            feasting revelers were beginning to break up and to travel down 
            paths towards the lake. We decided to go ahead and mix in with them 
            and go where they were going. They were going towards the east side 
            of the bank about 100 yards across the north tip of the lake where 
            the idol and altar stood.   
			
			As we 
            were walking around the lake, the only black man we saw, a very 
            large man, saw myself and Mike Hanson walking very quickly compared 
            to other members in the crowd (we wanted to get a good place on the 
            east side of the bank to watch the Cremation of Care ritual – all 
            rumors I had heard were now coming true). 
			
			He 
            said, "trouble yourselves not! Take it easy! The cares of the world 
            are off your shoulders! You’re not supposed to walk that fast." He 
            then gave us two full-color programs. On the cover of the program, 
            they show Moloch, the big owl, with a burning body enflamed beneath 
            it (the program can be viewed at infowars.com). Also a little demon, 
            with the initials PJ was sweeping up someone’s ashes on the lower 
            left-hand corner of the program (which is also on my film, Dark 
            Secrets: Inside Bohemian Grove). 
			Thousands of the men began to gather on the eastern bank, 
            private servants (as opposed to the Bohemian Grove employees, who 
            all wear red shirts and who weren’t allowed to be present for the 
            ritual) began to put out chairs for their elderly employers. 
             
             
			
			The sun 
            had now sunk behind the hill. It was completely dark and you 
            couldn’t even see the other side of the water. There were bats 
            flying around and a lot of natural fog building on the surface of 
            the water (there is a lot of fog in Northern California). 
 
 
			
			I mean, 
            if Count Dracula lived in North America, he would like in Sonoma 
            County. This was spooky stuff. The hair on the back of my neck was 
            beginning to stand up at this point.   
			
			Then, 
            out of the woods, all of the sudden came thirty priests in black 
            robes, their faces painted up like death, with a man dressed like 
            the Grim Reaper pulling a wagon with a bound body. Then we noticed 
            something that we had seen during the day. Large black canopies had 
            been unfurled out of the trees on the western side of the bank 
            (we’re on the eastern side – only about 70 yards away at that point) 
            and they unfurled those, and the wagon pulled behind it.   
			
			The men 
            then began to yell out, "burn him again! He’s going to get what he 
            deserves! 
			
			Now, I 
            must digress and say that the reason I was able to see the priest in 
            the black robes, the priest painted-up like death, and the bound 
            body on the back of the wagon, was because they were all carrying 
            torches. The place was pretty illuminated by the torches being 
            carried by the thirty priests in front and the thirty priests behind 
            the wagon. 
			Probably out of the entire ritual that I witnessed, the most 
            important aspect of the ceremony was what happened first. The wagon 
            went behind these big black sheets hanging out of the trees, down to 
            the ground, obscuring the view, and for about 10 minutes nothing 
            happened.   
			
			It was 
            quiet except for the hateful shouts of the old men, who said things 
            like, "Oh yeah! Burn that bastard! Kill him! That’s what he 
            deserves!" All we could hear was them whispering and smacking their 
            lips. This went on and on. 
			
			Now on 
            the west side of the bank, (we’re were on the east side, about 50-60 
            yards away) at the front, about 100 yards away on the north side, is 
            the idol, sitting in darkness. No one was paying attention to that. 
            Everyone was enraptured as they stared across the water at whatever 
            was happening behind those black curtains with that bound body. 
             
             
			
			Whether 
            it was an effigy or real, we do not know. (This is kind of like the 
            Skull and Bones ritual that the New York Observer caught on tape. 
            They claim that the video shows them slitting the throats of 
            ceremonial effigies.) Is all of this in effigy? We don’t know. 
             
             
			
			We were 
            all focused at what was going on across the pond. Suddenly the owl 
            was lit up by some flood lights and out ran a hundred priests or so 
            in black, red and green robes. Most of them were in black, some in 
            red and a couple in silver or green robes.   
			
			Then, 
            out came the high priest, who went through all his incantations 
            about the dead (who is dead at the Grove in the past, may their 
            spirits be conjured and brought back there by the "great owl"). He 
            praised the owl for about twenty minutes and he talked about "goodly 
            Tyre and Babylon."   
			
			(I know 
            how bizarre this all sounds, just remember that we have all of this 
            on tape in my video, Dark Secrets: Inside Bohemian Grove, which has 
            aired nationally in the United Kingdom, and might air here in the 
            United States, unless it is suppressed.) 
			
			So, the 
            priest talked about "goodly Tyre and Babylon." Well,, there is only 
            one "great owl" of Babylon and "goodly" Tyre. If you read your 
            Bible, or any historical document of the time, they were burning 
            children in the Babylonian and Caananite kingdoms before the owl-god 
            Moloch. 
			Suddenly, (again, we had initially been misdirected from the 
            owl by the activities behind the curtains across the bank, then we 
            were paying attention to the owl and the priests on the island ) 
            back on the west bank, there was an old-fashioned river-style boat, 
            with that grim reaper character who had been driving the wagon, and 
            he was poling himself across the water with the bound body up on the 
            bow. 
			
			He 
            brought the bound body to the high priest who was waiting for it at 
            the foot of the owl, at the bottom of large circular steps on which 
            the owl sits. Then, in very macabre fashion, the two black-clad 
            priests rubbed and caressed the sacrificial body and brought it 
            before the owl.   
			
			The 
            body begged for its life, over a speaker system. They refused it 
            mercy. They took it up onto the altar. The "great owl" told them to 
            burn the body (which they called "dull care,")which looks like a 
            human wrapped up in black cloth. Right above the altar there was a 
            large stone lamp that was burning that they call the "eternal 
            flame." The high priest took an unlit torch and lit his torch with 
            this flame. 
			
			The 
            body again begged for mercy. The high priest then walked down (with 
            some difficulty, because this high priest was so old, he could 
            hardly even walk), and lit the pyre on fire. He began to say that he 
            would read the signs in the remains, a deep occult tradition. This 
            is not the Hollywood devil with red pajamas – this is the real deal, 
            Babylon mystery religion-style.   
			
			The 
            body continued to scream in pain. Suddenly, all of those little 
            metal crosses that we had seen along the bank during the day burst 
            into flame. So, I was there witnessing something right out of the 
            medieval painter Hieronymus Bosch’s Visions of Hell: burning 
            metal crosses, priests in red and black robes with the high priest 
            in a silver robe with a red cape, a burning body screaming in pain, 
            a giant stone great-horned owl, world leaders, bankers, media and 
            the head of academia engaged in these activities. It was total 
            insanity. 
			
			So the 
            ritual ended and all the old men started breaking up and going back 
            to the big hall in the giant redwoods. Myself and Mike Hanson 
            high-tailed it out of there, walking at a brisk pace. We encountered 
            no resistance when we left. We walked right by guards and were out 
            on the main road, Bohemian Avenue. 
			
			It is a 
            lot easier to get out of the Grove than it is to get in, because a 
            lot of these world leaders that you read about in the news leave the 
            Grove to go into the small town Monte Rio. They go into the bars for 
            prostitutes that are flown in from around the world to service them. 
             
             
			
			Down 
            the road the British media was waiting to pick us up. They asked us, 
            "Did you get it? Did you get it?" 
			
			One of 
            the producers, John Sergeant, said, "You’ve done it Alex! You’ve 
            blown Bohemian Grove right open!" 
			
			There 
            is so much more to this story that we don’t have time to get into. I 
            decided to have this interview transcribed and put on my website, 
			 
			
			http://www.infowars.com/. You 
            really need to get the film, or at least look at the photos or the 
            stills of the video on infowars.com. Look at the program there with 
            the burning body and read the mainstream media news stories about 
            the history of the Grove, and you will realize how real all this 
            is. 
			
			You 
            need to do this because a week after I got out of the Bohemian 
            Grove, a group called the Bohemian Grove Action Network, (a group 
            that protests the Grove and is against the corruption, elitism and 
            how women are denied access, because the Grove is all-male, of 
            course), contacted different press outlets. I got ten unsolicited 
            media calls from the west coast media. 
			
			I gave 
            them the information, and we put the video clips on the web at 
            infowars.com. They all said that the infiltration and what our 
            cameras caught on tape would be a huge story. After that, we never 
            heard from them again.   
			
			That 
            shows the power of the Grove. The only places we have been able to 
            get information out about Bohemian Grove has been on talk radio 
            across the country, the Internet, and now across the United Kingdom. 
            Hopefully, they’ve broken the ice abroad by broadcasting this over 
            UK Channel Four and this true story of Bohemian Grove will make it 
            into the mainstream United States media.   
			
			This is 
            big news. I’ve done several hundred radio interviews about it and if 
            any media outlet is interested in interviewing me I am happy to do 
            it to spread the news. For everyone out there: just get the video 
            Dark Secrets: Inside Bohemian Grove. I encourage people to make 
            copies for non-commercial, educational purposes to wake-up people in 
            your area.   
			
			This 
            has really been life changing for me, to go in there and witness 
            this and then have some people spin it, like, "oh, it’s just 
            fraternity fun." These people were deadly serious. This is a story 
            that needs to be told and the establishment is trying to suppress 
            it. Please spread this information to every corner of the world. 
             
             
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