Book III: Chapter 9
Thus, when Lazarus and Mary again searched me out, I agreed to help. Together we worked to bring down Archbishop Arnulf of Rheims – yet once more our efforts proved wrong.
After that fiasco I rebelled and delved further to Gnosticism – actually becoming a leader in the Cathar faith.
From about 1050 to 1235 AD I travelled all over Europe under a variety of identities and even wrote a number of Cathar texts, including The Gospel of the Secret Supper — that heretical book that Mary mentioned previously. But, after Pope Gregory IX’s Inquisition, I just didn’t feel like fighting The Church anymore.
For two centuries after that I traveled through The Middle East and eventually made my way to India – where I lived in peace for over 150 years.
Nothing that important happened while I was in India and I neither contended against my fate nor accepted it, I simply just existed, and looking back, I can honestly say that this was probably the most peaceful time in my life.
Eventually, for reasons I still don’t know, I found myself back in Europe around the mid 1400’s. And by the end of that century I had created another new identity that would become fairly well known: Paracelsus – another master alchemist.
I’ll admit now that it was the sin of Pride that led me back to alchemy – always trying to do that which God would not: take my own life.
I lived as Paracelsus until the mid 1500’s and under that identity I wrote a number of books on alchemy and medicine, including my famous Alchemical Catechism.
That was also a period during which I resisted joining up with Lazarus and Mary when they wanted to declare Martin Luther as The Antichrist – clearly he was NOT and after The Church covertly poisoned him to an early death, my friends agreed they were wrong.
More importantly, they left me alone.
The latter part of the Sixteenth Century saw me travel to North America – where I was content to work my way around the new American colonies as a travelling doctor, curing both settler and native alike.
Those were hard years from a physical standpoint, but rewarding in a strange sense that I still can’t put my finger on. Interestingly enough, in that lawless setting, I was murdered on the road more than once, but this was nothing new in my life, as I had long since grown accustomed to experiencing those little snatches of death – unfortunately (like always) I eventually woke up.
In the late 1780’s, I became associated with a fellow named Adam Weishaupt – the founder of the Bavarian Illuminati Movement and the man who, as the real George Washington, actually became the first President of the United States.
I know, I know, it all sounds so far-fetched, but trust me, it’s all true. Unfortunately the whole Weishaupt-Washington conspiracy is a rather LONG story and I don’t have time to tell it here. I’d suggest you read up on some Illuminati history and learn about that coup for yourself – it will blow your mind.
In any case, after I helped George (nee Adam) fake his own death in 1799, I moved back to Europe with him to help him (as Adam W.) take this Illuminati secret society underground so it could really do some work.
Unfortunately Adam betrayed me and had me exiled from his little club!
But no worries because when Mary and Lazarus came to me in the late 1820’s with a theory that Adam was the Antichrist, I was all too happy to help them get rid of him! (Payback is a bitch, huh, Adam?)
Let me stop for a moment – does any of this even interest you?
I suppose I should have asked that first.
Well, I’m just about done, so we might as well finish…
In the 1800’s, I returned to alchemy and worked as a French scientist named Fulcanelli. Among other things I published three pretty important books on the subject: The Mystery of the Cathedrals, Dwellings of the Philosophers, and End of the World’s Glory (the last one released after my ‘death’).
In the early 1940’s, my friends became so passionate that Hitler was The Beast, that I too got caught up with them. But, alas, as with all our previous attempts, our Commission was a sham.
And so I lost myself to the world once more.
Returning to my roots, I called myself John Salom and decided to throw it all to pot and retire to an obscure part of the northeastern United States – Williamsport, Pennsylvania.
And, even though I dabbled again as a Brother, for the most part, I used my obscurity to focus on The Great Work.
And the rest, as they say, is History…