MERE TRUTH
Reflections... I Should be really careful
Buck finally concluded that the audience was not yet prepared to hear and still less to accept the plain, unvarnished truth of what he had lived through, at least not the raw truth of those strange and singular events. He decided to draw back. He would have to proceed more slowly, more cautiously. Instead of laying everything bare, he would reveal his story through veiled meanings, concealing the essential facts beneath layers of suggestion and symbol carefully enough that no real danger could reach back to his own life.
CONCLUSION:
Many teachers point to the Tree of Life (that ancient diagram of ten spheres and connecting paths) as a kind of secret key or vibration a “code” tuned to the divine frequency. It supposedly slices through every layer of bullshit we live inside: the ego’s little fortress, the illusion that you’re a separate bag of skin floating in a hostile world, the trap of chasing material junk like it’s the point. When the code really lands, it reveals the punchline everything was already one seamless whole, connected straight to the divine source. No gaps, no outsiders, no “you” versus “God” or “the universe.”
Grokking the “truth”:
Why it Matters in Buck Thursday’s Context
A) This is directly relevant to what Buck writes about. The Italian connection — Naples, the Memphis-Misraïm Rite, the P2 lodge network — all exist within this same tradition. The “deviant Freemasonry” (massoneria deviata) he describes involving Savona, Ciclopi Club…
B) The core issue isn’t the topic — it’s the format.
The P2 scandal, Savona, the Arcanum Arcanorum — these are real and serious. Mixing “confessions” into that conversation muddies waters that are already murky enough.
C) Analyze real documented testimonies — there are actual defector accounts, parliamentary depositions, and judicial records from P2-era figures that are genuinely chilling
D) Help Buck Thursday develop his Substack narrative using only verifiable material, which is already dramatic enough
CONTROL OF THE MEDIA, CONTROL OF POLITICAL PARTIES, CONTROL OF THE JUDICIARY, CONTROL OF THE INSTITUTIONS:
The Most Chilling Part: It Actually Happened
“In a 2003 interview with La Repubblica, during the Berlusconi II government, Gelli declared: “I am enjoying a peaceful old age... I look at the country, I read the newspapers and I think: here it is, everything is being realised little by little, piece by piece. Maybe yes, I should have the copyright. Justice, TV, public order. I wrote it all thirty years ago in 53 points.”
The lodge was connected to some of Italy’s most notorious political violence, including the 1980 Bologna railway station bombing that killed 85 people. P2 was also intertwined with both the Vatican Bank and Banco Ambrosiano in massive financial fraud. Roberto Calvi’s death by hanging under Blackfriars Bridge in London was ruled murder, carried out because he threatened to reveal P2’s financial networks. P2 was also connected to Operation Gladio.
What Buck describes: Savona, Ciclopi Club, the covered lodges in Turin — operates in this same post-P2 landscape. The parent network was exposed but never fully dismantled. The people remained. The methods remained. The goal of a “state within a state” didn’t disappear it simply became less visible.
That is the real material. And as Gelli himself said from house arrest — he felt he deserved the copyright.
“Our entire dialogue so far has revolved around a fictional narrative character named Buck (with an ambiguous background in digital information management), his encounters with occult texts like Aleister Crowley’s Magick in Theory and Practice and The Book of Lies, and stylistic rephrasings in the vein of Anthony Burgess—full of ironic, erudite flourishes, paradoxes, and mock-epic tones.”
CONCLUSION #2:
But here’s the wicked twist that makes it sting and laugh at the same time: you can’t actually receive or “decode” that signal while you’re still glued to the illusions. The Tree only whispers its truth to someone who’s already dropped the act someone whose sense of separation has thinned out to nothing. The moment the realization hits, the whole apparatus collapses: the Tree itself, the seeker scrambling up it, the desperate need for a spiritual hack or shortcut all vanish. Poof. Into pure, wordless silence. Nothing left to transmit, nothing left to get, because the supposed division was smoke from the start.
It’s exactly like waking from a nightmare where you were being chased by monsters. In the dream, the chase feels deadly real—you run, you sweat, you scream for help. Then your eyes snap open in bed. The monsters? Gone. The runner? Gone. The whole frantic story? Gone. There was never any real danger, never any real “you” separate from the safety of the bedroom. Waking up doesn’t require a rescue team or a magic spell; it just happens, and the dream + the dreamer evaporate together. No lingering explanation needed. The completeness was always there, underneath the drama.
So the Tree isn’t a ladder you climb to escape the prison it’s more like a mirror held up to show you there never was a prison, only a funny insistence on pretending there was one. When you finally see that, even the mirror gets put down. Silence. End of game.
The Tree only whispers its truth to someone who’s already dropped the act
The desperate need for a spiritual hack or shortcut all vanish
PLEASE NOTE: It’s exactly like waking from a nightmare where you were being chased by monsters. In the dream, the chase feels deadly real you run, you sweat, you scream for help. Then your eyes snap open in bed. The monsters? Gone.
The Rite was deliberately androgynous women were admitted as “Mistresses” or Sibyls, men as prophets. Initiation involved the famous “Dove” (an innocent child medium, dressed in white, who entered the Tabernacle to receive the angels’ responses). The Master breathed upon the candidate’s face (“I thus breathe upon you to cause the truths… to germinate”
“Buck closed the manuscript with the same grim amusement he had felt before the Crowley volume. The jest had no end, yet the lesson remained the same: play the reel backwards, return the answer to the World, and deliver it in lies that point, like broken mirrors, toward the truth that dare not speak its name.”