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Robert Anton Wilson, Robert Shea
The Illuminatus! Trilogy
The Eye In The Pyramid
Book One: Verwirrung
The First Trip, or Kether
The Second Trip, or Chokmah
The Third Trip, or Binah
Book Two: Zweitracht
The Fourth Trip, or Chessed
The Fifth Trip, or Geburah
The Golden Apple
Book Three: Unordnung
The Sixth Trip, or Tipareth
The Seventh Trip, or Netzach
Book Four: Beamtenherrschaft
The Eighth Trip, or Hod
Leviathan
Book Four: Beamtenherrschaft Continued
The Ninth Trip, or Yesod
Book Five: Grummet
The Tenth Trip, or Malkuth
The Appendices
Appendix Aleph: George Washington's Hemp Crop
Appendix Beth: The Illuminati Cyphers, Codes, and Calendars
Appendix Gimmel: The Illuminati Theory of History
Appendix Daleth: Hassan i Sabbah and Alamount Black
Appendix Tzaddi: 23 Skidoo
Appendix Vau: Flaxscrip and Hempscrip
Appendix Zain: Property and Priviledge
Appendix Cheth: Hagbard's Abdication
Appendix Lamed: The Tactics of Magick
Appendix Yod: Operation Mindfuck
Appendix Kaph: The Rosy Double-Cross
Appendix Teth: Hagbard's Booklet
Appendix Mem: Certain Questions That May Still Trouble Some
Appendix Nun: Additional Information About Some of the Characters
The Eye In The Pyramid
BOOK ONE: VERWIRRUNG
The history of the world is the history of the warfare between secret societies.
–Ishmael Reed, Mumbo-Jumbo
THE FIRST TRIP, OR KETHER
From Dealey Plaza To Watergate…
The Purple Sage opened his mouth and moved his tongue and so spake to them and he said:
The Earth quakes and the Heavens rattle; the beasts of nature flock together and the nations of men flock apart; volcanoes usher up heat while elsewhere water becomes ice and melts; and then on other days it just rains. Indeed do many things come to pass.
–Lord Omar Khayaam Ravenhurst, K.S.C., "The Book of Predications." The Honest Book of Truth
It was the year when they finally immanentized the Eschaton. On April 1, the world's great powers came closer to nuclear war than ever before, all because of an obscure island named Fernando Poo. By the time international affairs returned to their normal cold-war level, some wits were calling it the most tasteless April Fool's joke in history. I happen to know all the details about what happened, but I have no idea how to recount them in a ma
For instance, right now, I am not at all whimsical or humorous. I am angry. I am in Nairobi, Kenya, and my name is, if you will pardon me, Nkrumah Fubar. My skin is black (does that disturb you? it doesn't me), and I am, like most of you, midway between tribalism and technology; to be more blunt, as a Kikuyu shaman moderately adjusted to city life, I still believe in witchcraft-I haven't, yet, the folly to deny the evidence of my own senses. It is April 3 and Fernando Poo has ruined my sleep for several nights ru