The Ghost of 9/11 Will One Day Reveal The True Vatican Perps And Their Loyal Alternative Media Whores

By Greg Szymanski
Sept. 8, 2007

In the past, The Arctic Beacon has written extensively about 9/11, looking at the tragedy as a murder and conspiracy to commit murder investigation gone haywire.

Six years after more than 3,000 were sacrificed by the satanic Vatican-led New World Order, the 9/11 truth movement has become nothing more than a social gathering where CIA thugs and media agents have taken over as leaders.

Again this year, the so-called truth movement will gather, but as they line the New York streets with banners and posters, we are no closer to getting the real killers and those who conspired to kill then we were six years ago.

The question remains why? And the answer is simple: The real perpetrators in the Vatican-led New World Order have been protected by government, religious and media minions, including alternative fake stars like Alex Jones, Willis Carto and John Stadtmiller, who are all working together to lead people down the wrong investigative paths as they focus on the Jews or simply government and business figures being the main 9/11 culprits.

With that in mind, my fellow Americans, question who you follow down the streets of New York on this upcoming 9/11 anniversary for half truths are worse then no truth at all.

For the next several days, The Arctic Beacon will be publishing a few past stories about 9/11 in hopes that one day the Vatican and Jesuit Order is exposed for their satanic evil doing in collaborating with U.S. government hacks in orchestrating the tragedy at the Twin Towers.
 

The Ghost of 9/11 Truth has returned to help Slats write his theatre performance set to open in 2007.

By Greg Szymanski

Act 1, Scene I: Voices from the heavens can be heard, the souls of 3,000 dead talking, as the silhouette of a lone figure center stage is seen standing with hands raised to the sky. In the background the Twin Towers can be seen with the Vatican and St. Peter's square superimposed behind the tall buildings as the Pope and Black Pope are both lighting matches, placing the WTC aflame. A single deep voice of truth can now be heard.

Explosions inside the WTC. Bodies falling from windows high above, one landing on a fireman killing him on the spot. A young pregnant mother running for her life but dropped in her tracks by falling debris.

Two men trapped in a sub basement elevator seconds after an airplane hit high above. A man being burned to a crisp in a basement hallway from a fireball in an elevator shaft.

It's all remembered five years later as a chaotic dark cloud that hung over New York on 9/11. But there is much, much more to tell, isn't there?

Of course there is, but telling it gets hard when the disinformation agents and Vatican/government hacks won't shut.

However, to expect more in modern day America is asking way too much. Might as well turn on tube and puke with the rest of the world until hell freezes over. Might as well take a shot and a beer – take 3,000 shots and beers for every single 9/11 victim -- since these devil lords on high, these pricks without a conscience never will shut up, will they.

Of course not. They'll never shut up. Those bastards never will shut up till the money runs out or their eyes turn greedy-green and pop out of their sick heads so poor kids finally get a chance to play marbles with them on the already blood-soaked inner city streets.

And the thought comes to mind while the smell of blood is fresh, thinking back about 9/11, what a way to go, what a way to die. Think about it. Think about burning to death for a second or jumping from a 90 story building, floating like a dead bird with eyes wide open yelling "God, what has this world come to."

So, with arms spread like an eagle, I jumped into the New York sky. It seemed better to be with the birds than to burn to death with the devil on the 90 th floor, as I knew he would be laughing over my shoulder.

And as I flew to my grave on the pavement, my arms spread wide, I smiled since I will have the last laugh, devil, telling the whole world the truth about 9/11. Rather strange, isn't it? Rather strange to think I could find the truth in 10 short seconds before my body spattered into a million pieces on the New York pavement .

But it happened and, in the wake of that horrible event and for the sake of the many thousand innocents who died needlessly, you should know the unblemished truth behind 9/11 and its subsequent cover-up.

By the way, I guess by now you have figured out that I am dead, haven't you? But God works in strange ways. And I guess even the black magician Jesuits would attest to that since they know oh so much, don't they?

And I guess even the Jesuits didn't expect me to return so quickly. And make no mistake about it the Ghost of 9/11 Truth has returned, the man who they remember only as plummeting to his death has finally returned, returning to haunt every last co-conspirator until every last one of their evil bodies rots in the fiery flames of hell they so easily lit here on earth on 9/11.

So, let the evil games begin, my dear Vatican friends as my first stop will be a visit to Borgo Santo Spirito 5 to have a serious talk with the devil's best friend, Jesuit General Peter Hans Kolvenbach.

The beginning of your end, my dear Vatican friends! The beginning of your end, for you may think you control the world with your black magic but you never will get my soul as I saw the truth. And the truth will now be toll and you will finally tell it my deceptive Jesuit friends and temporal, perverted co-conspirators in the media and White House. May you rot in hell for eternity for what you have done. May you rot in hell while all the honest souls spit on your dirty graves

It had been a very long night for Slats Grobnik , as he wrote the last name of Hans Kolvenbach and finished the opening draft of his new "One Man Show: A Man's Solemn Search for the Truth", a theatrical event he was planning to take in front of the American people in 2007 in order to awaken their sleeping eyes.

He had been working on the One Man Show, strictly in his mind, for months now since his release from a Denver gulag after being locked away by CIA operatives for openly calling George W. Bush a Satanic pervert who laid naked in a coffin in a 1968 Yale Skull and Bones ceremony.

Although true, the strange thing about his abduction was that he was taken by the crook of the neck and drugged after making his accusations in a small Chicago local bar called Sam's Tavern and not on nationwide TV, vividly illustrating how there is a total lock down on freedom of speech in Nazi-America.

Since being released, Slats left his Chicago home on a mission, a self-imposed truth mission to awaken the public about the real spiritual controllers of the New World Order. His intent: to stop them dead in their evil tracks before they destroyed America, killing millions of innocents along the way.

After pondering his fate while enjoying last year's NBA playoffs, he finally embarked on his journey after the Miami Heat prevailed, first stop being an Iowa corn field where a convinced a bankrupt family farmer to build "Slats' Field of Dreams."

Call it fate or God's divine intervention, but the farmer was immediately receptive to Slats' politics and his quest to expose the Vatican . The farmer listened intently since his son was once ordained a Jesuit priest who was now living in seclusion in Costa Rica after having his tongue cut out when the Jesuit General feared he would expose Vatican secrets.

So, with the farmer even letting Slats use his heavy equipment, together they embarked on Slats' dream project, an immense plan to build a life-size replica of the Roman Coliseum.

Like the baseball diamond in the movie "Field of Dreams," Slats insisted the Coliseum be built to the exact specifications used by the Romans and his intentions for its use were similar once construction was complete.

Slats told the farmer, who agreed wholeheartedly, that he planned to use the Coliseum for modern-day gladiator games. But instead of using peasants and enemies of the State like Rome did, Slats intended for Americans to round up all the evil New World Order minions, including all the worldwide Neo-cons and Vatican-led Illuminati, dividing them into teams and using the big shots as gladiators.

"I'd love to see Condi fight Hillary to the death or Daddy Bush engage Clinton in mortal combat," quipped the farmer who even began to count ticket sales and revenue earned as a possible means to save his farm on the verge of going into foreclosure.

With the Coliseum project about half complete, Slats sat back in his favorite recliner with his feet up, drinking a cold beer as he pushed aside the initial writing of his One Man Show. He planned to use the One Man Show as a public relations device to sell tickets for his upcoming Neocon gladiator games.

As he was about to doze-off thinking how he could never could come up with all the ideas, stage props and sound equipment needed for his show, he couldn't help but think about his main character, the Ghost of 9/11 Truth and the man who jumped from 90 stories to his untimely death.

With his beer getting warm and just before closing his eyes into midnight slumber, Slats felt something tapping him on his shoulder. Looking over his shoulder, he saw a faint, ghostlike image sitting in chair at the dining room, looking like the outline of a handsome man in a very elegant three-piece suit.

As Slats intently focused his attention on the outline of what looked like a business man coming to life right before his very eyes, he quickly chugged the remainder of his warm beer.

"Yes, Slats, don't say a word," said the ghostlike figure now looking real. Don't be frightened, because I am the Ghost of 9/11 Truth and I am the man who jumped to his death, seeing the whole truth and nothing but the truth as I flew through the air.

"I will write the One Man Show for you, Slats, and we will together visit all the sons-a-bitches who killed me and killed thousands of others. We will expose their cowardice to the entire world. And, yes, you are right to start with Jesuit Kolvenbach. But let's not forget Mayor Giuliani, Daddy Bush, Clinton, Cardinal Egan and many more disciples of the devil who all were 9/11 co-conspirators."

He paused for a moment as honesty and integrity seemed to fill the room.

"Slats?"

"Yes,"

"Can you do me a big favor?"

"Yes"

"Get me a beer. It's been a long time."

As Slats hurried to the refrigerator to pop open a cold one, he thought about working even harder to finish construction on the Coliseum in order make his debut on stage, which was turning out to be "one helluva show", as they say in Hollywood.

One helluva show, of course, only since the unexpected arrival of the main character, the true Ghost of 9/11 Truth.