My family was in Croatia during Operation Oluja—Operation Storm—when thunder rolled across our homeland and the invaders fled before the courage of ordinary people. But after the storm came another weather, darker and stranger: a new fog of war—the one they don’t teach in schools.
Because when the smoke cleared and soldiers returned home, the New World Order descended. Not with tanks. Not with aircraft. But with courtrooms, indictments, and chains. With kangaroo courts that put our heroes on trial while the real architects of chaos sat in leather chairs in Washington, London, and Brussels.
They tried to rewrite our victory. They tried to shame our defence. They tried to put a nation of David on trial for standing against Goliath.
And I—Joe Jukic—looked at that injustice and said:
“If the world will not give us a fair court, I will build my own.”
So I began my courtroom on the internet, the free frontier they could not censor, where truth still breathes. And from that digital pulpit I opened the case that no Hague judge dared to touch:
The Judgement of Yale. The indictment of the Brotherhood of Death. The Skull & Bones cabal whose hands are deep in every conflict from the Balkans to the Middle East.
While they chained Croatian generals, I cross-examined their wars, their oil pipelines, their secret lodges. While they called our veterans criminals, I put their false kings—the Bush dynasty and its New World Order—on trial before the nations.
Storm liberated our land. But truth will liberate our future.
And I vow this: As long as I breathe, as long as a Jukic still stands on this earth, the heroes of Croatia will never again be judged by foreign tyrants— only by God, by history, and by the people they bled for.
The scene is set in the quiet stillness of a sanctuary, perhaps during a moment of deep prayer. The Bishop, known for his fierce preaching on spiritual warfare, is conversing with his Lord.
Scene:A dim sanctuary illuminated only by candlelight. Bishop Mari Mari is kneeling, his head bowed. A warm, golden light fills the space, not blinding, but heavy with presence. Christus Rex stands before him, not as a distant icon, but as a living reality.
Bishop Mari Mari: (Looking up, his voice filled with reverence but also his characteristic fiery conviction) “My Lord, my King. I look at this world, and I see how he tricks them. The Deceiver. He dangles shiny things before the children of Adam. He appears in music, in movies, in the culture as something… rebellious, something strong. They think he is a prince of beauty.”
Christus Rex: (His voice is like the sound of many waters, yet gentle) “They see the mask, Mari. They see the memory of what he was, not the reality of what he has become. They see the Morning Star before the fall, but they do not see the crater left by the impact.”
Bishop Mari Mari: “I tell them! I tell my sheep, ‘Listen to me! If you saw him as he truly is, you would not bow; you would run.’ He is not a prince. He is a beggar. But Lord, tell me—so I may tell them with Your authority—what does he look like to Your eyes now?”
Christus Rex: “He is tired, Mari. He is ancient in the way a stone is ancient, but without the strength of the stone. He is withered.”
Bishop Mari Mari: (Nods vigorously) “An old man. A grumpy, ugly old man. That is what I feel in my spirit. He is bitter.”
Christus Rex: “Think of a fruit severed from the vine. For a moment, it retains its color. But without the sap, without the Life, what happens? It wrinkles. It shrinks. It rots from the inside out.”
“Lucifer cut himself off from Me, the Source of all beauty. Therefore, he cannot generate beauty; he can only mimic it. He is an ugly old man because he has been starving for eternity.”
Bishop Mari Mari: “Starving! Yes! He eats dust! And yet, he tries to paint himself with gold. He tries to look young.”
Christus Rex: “It is the makeup on a corpse, My Bishop. To My eyes, he is hunched over by the weight of his own pride. His eyes are not piercing; they are cloudy with envy. He is ‘old’ not because of time—for I am Ancient of Days and I am forever young—he is old because sin is exhausting.“
Bishop Mari Mari: (Smiling irony) “He is exhausted. That is good. I like that. He works so hard to drag souls to hell, and it makes him look like a wrinkled rag.”
Christus Rex: “There is no youth without grace. There is no light without truth. When he fell, he lost the ability to renew himself. He is stuck in that moment of rejection, decaying forever. When you see him tempt My children, do not picture a powerful warrior.”
Bishop Mari Mari: “No?”
Christus Rex:“Picture a desperate, toothless miser, clutching at coins that do not belong to him. He is ugly because he has no love. Love is what makes a face beautiful, Mari. He has none.”
Bishop Mari Mari: (Clasping his hands together) “I will tell them this. I will tell the young ones: ‘Why do you follow a loser? Why do you follow an ugly, old, broken thing when you can follow the King of Glory who renews your youth like the eagle?'”
Christus Rex: (Smiling, placing a hand on the Bishop’s shoulder) “Tell them. Tell them that the darkness is merely a shadow cast by a crumbling ruin. But I am the Light that makes all things new.”
[Scene: A dimly lit chamber, Vatican walls echoing with faint chants. Pope Malkovich sits in an austere throne. Manson kneels, his pale face lit by candlelight.]
Marilyn Manson (Brian Warner): “My neighbor… he wore the crown of a savior in his lies. He said HE WAS JESUS. He poured me ‘holy wine,’ forced obedience through fear and devotion. Every child’s instinct to trust God… he twisted it into submission. That man wasn’t holy. He was the doorway into the network of shadows, the world of those who worship what is forbidden.”
Pope Malkovich: “You were betrayed by a false prophet. The mask of divinity is the cruelest. Innocence stolen is not your sin, Brian. You are absolved of what was done to you, for no child bears guilt for the evils imposed upon them.”
Marilyn Manson: “And I thought, for a moment, that I could trust my world. I watched Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood, the voice of safety, the warm cardigan. And even there… the shadows followed. That network of lies found its way in through innocence itself.”
The Young Pope (Jude Law, stepping forward): “Then let the earth judge the liars! GET MR. ROGERS CASKET!!! Fire up Mount Etna! Let the volcano roar against the false saints and false neighbors! NO RESURRECTION FOR YOU!!! Let the network burn in ash!” Says Jude Law, in jest, posing as the cloning Nazi Pope. Jude calls Mt Etna: GEHENNA! The flaming garbage dump for caskets of evildoers that are voted of the planet in a Jeff Probst Survivor: Planet Earth Thriller.
(Flames glow on the horizon. Manson lifts his hands, half defiant, half relieved. Pope Malkovich prays, the candlelight flickering like tiny absolutions.)
(The same dim rectory. A small TV flickers in the corner, playing a clip from Pawn Sacrifice—Bobby Fischer (Tobey Maguire) hunched over a chessboard, his eyes burning with manic intensity. Fra Jozo scoffs and shuts it off.)
Fra Jozo: “Look at him. The world called Fischer the ‘smartest man alive’ because he could move little pieces of wood on a checkered board. A chess autist—worshipped for his madness, not his wisdom. The media crowned him a false messiah of the mind, while true wisdom was in the confessional, not in some outdated game of kings and pawns.”
Fra Slaven: “But didn’t Fischer convert? Didn’t he seek the Church?”
Fra Jozo:(nodding gravely) “Yes. In the end, even he saw the truth. The world had lied to him. Chess was not life. Genius was not holiness. His one good idea? ‘See a priest as much as possible.’ He understood—too late—that the real battle was not on a board, but in the soul.”
Father Peter:(leaning forward) “Just like the Rothschilds. They think they control the game. They move nations like pawns, sacrifice entire generations for profit. But their ‘green’ messiah, their plastic Jesus—David de Rothschild—is just another false genius, another Fischer, playing a rigged match against God.”
“The Grandmaster of Sin vs. The King of Kings”
Fra Filip:(hesitant) “But if even Fischer, the greatest chess player, fell into paranoia and rage… what hope do we have against men who own the banks, the media, the very air we breathe?”
Fra Jozo:(standing, gripping his rosary like a weapon) “Because we do not fight on their board! The Rothschilds think in money and carbon credits—but we think in grace and sacraments. Fischer wasted his life staring at sixty-four squares. We stare at the Cross—and there, we see the true endgame.”
(A beat of silence. The sanctuary lamp flickers.)
Fra Slaven:(smirking) “So what’s our move, then?”
Fra Jozo:(grinning fiercely) “We flood the world with confessions. We sacrifice not pawns—but pride. We let the Devil think he’s winning… until the King of Kings checkmates him with a single breath of divine justice.”
Fra Jozo(leaning forward, voice low and grave): “The Devil’s greatest trick was not making the world think he didn’t exist—it was making the world worship his false Christ. A plastic Jesus. A ‘green’ messiah who preaches salvation through carbon credits while his family owns the banks that enslave nations.”
Father Peter(crossing himself): “David de Rothschild… the so-called ‘eco-savior.’ His ‘religion’ has no cross, only recycling symbols. No repentance, only ‘sustainability.’ And behind it all? The same bloodline that funds wars, controls currencies, and now disguises tyranny as ‘climate virtue.’”
Fra Slaven(frowning): “But how do we fight bankers and politicians? They are beyond the reach of any court.”
Fra Jozo(smashing his fist on the table, making the candles flicker): “With the weapon they fear most—confession.* The sacrament that breaks their spells. Every sin confessed weakens their grip. Every soul purified is a dagger in the heart of their New World Order.”*
“The Living Dead: Rothschild & Epstein’s Disguise”
Fra Jozo(interrupting, eyes blazing): “A lie! Just as Ricky Gervais joked—‘funny how these elites never really die.’ Epstein? Rothschild? They vanish, just like Radovan Karadžić did in Serbia, growing a beard, playing the wise old monk until the world forgets. Now they hide in plain sight, in Israel, in their fortified villas, laughing as the masses kneel before their false green god.”
Father Peter(nodding grimly): “And their Antichrist is rising. David de Rothschild does not just want your money—he wants your worship. His ‘eco-religion’ replaces the Holy Trinity with ‘reduce, reuse, recycle.’ His ‘crucifixion’ is a PR stunt—sailing on a plastic boat to ‘save the oceans’ while his banks drain the lifeblood of the poor.”
“The Battle Plan: Flood the World with Grace”
Fra Jozo(standing, pointing to the crucifix on the wall): “This is how we fight. Not with guns, not with protests—with grace. We must fill our confessionals until they overflow. Every stolen dollar, every lustful thought, every moment of despair—drag it into the light. The Rothschilds feed on sin, on despair, on division. So we starve them.”
Fra Slaven(determined): “Then we will preach it from the pulpit. No more hiding. No more fear. The bankers think they own the future? Let us remind them—the gates of Hell will not prevail.”
Fra Filip(whispering): “And if they come for us?”
Fra Jozo(smiling darkly): “Then we will have already won. For if they strike us down, we will rise again—not in cloned flesh, not in plastic eco-paradises—but in the Resurrection that truly matters.”
(A sudden gust of wind extinguishes the candles. The men sit in darkness, the only light now coming from the red sanctuary lamp near the altar—the sign of Christ’s enduring presence.)
(Outside, a distant church bell tolls—like a clock counting down to the final move.)
Pope Lenny’s Speech to the Yugoslavians: “The Nation of Light”
Brothers and sisters of Yugoslavia—sons of the mountains, daughters of the rivers, children of the Balkans—
Let us speak today of a man born of this soil, a prophet not merely of science, but of light itself: Nikola Tesla. A Serb by heritage, a Croat by home, a Yugoslav in spirit—Tesla belongs to all of you. He belongs to the world.
From the thunderous Lika storms of Smiljan to the trembling cables of Niagara Falls, Tesla dreamed not just of machines, but of miracles. He dreamed of lighting the whole world for free, of towers that whispered electricity through the air, of cities aglow without wires or walls.
But what became of this dream?
Tesla’s home in Smiljan, once serene, was shelled and scarred during Operation Storm—a war that left ruins where genius once walked. And yet, you still carry his spark. It is not gone. It is buried, waiting, like a seed under snow.
The everlasting light bulb, the tower of peace, the dream of energy without exploitation—it did not fail. It was sabotaged. By who?
Not just by greedy industrialists, but by psychoanalysts and propagandists. Sigmund Freud, who dissected the soul into symptoms. His nephew, Edward Bernays, the dark prince of persuasion, who sold us planned obsolescence—the doctrine of decay, the lie that nothing should last. They taught mankind to want more, not to build better. And so Tesla was forgotten.
But now, something is stirring. Something ancient and electric. The spirit of Tesla is rising again.
The West sees only gadgets. But you—Croats—you see vision. You will not be a nation of tourists and broken industries forever. You will be the first Nation of Light.
From Vukovar to Split, from Zagreb to Dubrovnik, let the name of Tesla shine again—not as a brand, but as a blessing.
You shall build towers not of war, but of wonder. You shall harness the sun, the sea, the atom—not for profit, but for people. And when the nations of the earth are stumbling in darkness, it will be Croatia—small, stubborn, luminous—that lights the path.
Secret Speech to German Generals: “Divide and Rule in Yugoslavia”
Berlin, 1941
Gentlemen,
The Balkans have always been a powder keg, a region of chaos and division. It is precisely this chaos that we shall exploit to ensure our dominion. Yugoslavia, that artificial creation of Versailles, is a fragile mosaic of ethnic and religious tensions. It is ripe for division, and it is our task to ensure that it can never again unite as a force against the Reich.
Our policy is simple: Divide et Impera—divide and conquer. I have instructed our loyal servant, Ante Pavelić, to fan the flames of hatred between the Croats and the Serbs. His Ustaše will create a river of blood so deep and wide that reconciliation will become impossible for generations. Every massacre, every act of terror, will drive the wedge deeper. The Croats will see the Serbs as their eternal enemies, and the Serbs will return the hatred in kind.
The Serbian Black Hand, those Freemason conspirators who once plotted against the Austro-Hungarian crown, are a particular target. These traitors, with their secret oaths and shadowy alliances, are the root of much of the unrest in the region. I have ordered that every member of this vile brotherhood be rounded up and sent to concentration camps. They will wear the black triangle badge, marking them as enemies of the Reich and of order itself.
As for Italy, let them have the Dalmatian coast. Mussolini fancies himself a Caesar, and we shall humor him—for now. Let him believe he is gaining territory while Pavelić is mired in the Bosnian quagmire. The Ustaše’s brutality will ensure that Bosnia remains a cauldron of unrest, draining their resources and focus. Pavelić’s Croat state will serve as a buffer, a tool, and nothing more.
Now, to the broader vision. This conflict is not merely a war for territory or power—it is a war for the soul of Europe. Freemasonry, that internationalist and anti-nationalist scourge, must be eradicated. Our Anti-Masonic Exhibition in Belgrade will serve as a warning to all who would conspire against the natural order. It will expose their symbols, their rituals, and their lies for all to see. The people must understand that Freemasonry is not a harmless fraternity but a cancer that seeks to destroy nations and traditions.
But I dream of something greater, gentlemen. Beyond the destruction of our enemies lies the creation of a new order—a religion of the blood. This is not a religion of weakness and submission, but one of strength, purity, and destiny. In this new faith, I shall stand as its Pope, its high priest, guiding our people with the clarity of vision that only the German spirit can provide.
Our Reich is not merely a political state; it is a spiritual destiny. Revelation 20 speaks of a thousand-year reign, and we are the fulfillment of that prophecy. I am the German Messiah, chosen by Providence to lead our people into this new era. The Reich will stand as a beacon of strength and purity, uniting the Aryan race under one banner, one vision, one destiny.
Let the world tremble at our resolve. Let our enemies scatter before our might. The Balkans are but one piece of the puzzle, a step on the path to our ultimate victory. Together, we will build an empire that will last a thousand years.
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The Antichrist is a figure in Christian eschatology who is believed to embody the forces of evil and oppose Jesus Christ. The concept of the Antichrist is found in the New Testament book of Revelation, as well as in other Christian writings. There are various interpretations and beliefs about the identity and nature of the Antichrist, with some viewing it as a specific individual who will appear before the end times, while others see it as a symbol of the general opposition to Christ and his teachings.
Freemasonry is a fraternal organization that traces its origins back to the local fraternities of stonemasons in the Middle Ages. It is based on the principles of brotherhood, morality, and charity, and members are known as Freemasons or Masons. Freemasonry has a system of degrees through which members progress, with rituals and ceremonies that are used to impart moral and philosophical teachings. The organization is non-religious and non-political in nature, and members come from diverse backgrounds and beliefs. Freemasonry is often associated with secrecy and symbolism, and has been the subject of various conspiracy theories over the years.
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1356-74. Petrarch writes the poem I Trionfi, partly while at Visconti Court in Milan. The concept of a procession of allegorical figures “triumphing” or defeating the preceding figure was the basis of the game of Trionfi.
@1370. Block printing on paper begins in Germany and appears in Italy several decades later.
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1984. Mary Greer publishes Tarot for Yourself, a workbook that guides the reader through forming personal meanings for the cards rather than memorizing received card meanings. Golden Dawn astrological and elemental attributions are disseminated.
1980s-’90s. Golden age of small, individually-owned tarot magazines such as Tracy Hoover’s Winged Chariot, Crystal Sage’s Tapestry and Geraldine Amaral’s Celebrating the Tarot.
1990s. Several artists and publishers update the Tarot de Marseilles: Fournier, Major Tom, Rodes & Sanchez, and Hadar.
1990s. Llewellyn, founded in 1901 as an astrological publishing house, becomes a major tarot deck publisher, and in 2000 forms a partnership with Lo Scarabeo, a major Italian tarot deck publisher.
1991. First BATS (Bay Area Tarot Symposium) organized in San Francisco by Thalassa.
Mid 1990s. The Tarot community goes global thanks to the internet. Alt_Tarot and Tarot_L (Yahoo) are pioneering discussion lists
1996. The books A Wicked Pack of Cards followed by The History of Occult Tarot in 2002, as well as research into tarot history by Michael Dummett and independent researchers who share their findings online, debunk occultist theories of Tarot’s ancient origins.
1997. First World Tarot Congress in Chicago organized by Janet Berres.
2002. First Reader’s Studio organized in New York by Ruth and Wald Amberstone.
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THEN CRO COP CAN ARREST THE ILLUMINATI
CONCLUSION & PRAYER
Dona eis Lux ex tenebris
LATIN: Hanc igitur oblationem servitutis nostrae, sed et cunctae familiae tuae, quaesumus, Domine, ut placatus accipias: diesque nostros in tua pace disponas, atque ab aeterna damnatione nos eripi et in electorum tuorum iubeas grege numerari.
NEW TRANSLATION: Therefore, Lord, we pray: graciously accept this oblation of our service, and that of your whole family; order our days in your peace, and command that we be delivered from eternal damnation and counted among the flock of those you have chosen.
