Hollywood actor Ricky Schroder—yes, the charming kid from “Silver Spoons” and the hard-hitting detective from “NYPD Blue”—has stepped into the spotlight with a story that feels straight out of a conspiracy thriller. Schroder, who’s been off the Hollywood radar for some time, has come forward with an eye-popping account of his encounter with the Illuminati.
Schroder’s tale isn’t just a casual anecdote over coffee. It’s more like a deep dive into a rabbit hole that will leave you questioning reality and rethinking every Dan Brown novel you’ve ever read. According to Schroder, he attended what can only be described as an Illuminati ritual, where the lines between reality and the occult blurred in the most unsettling ways.
Schroder’s revelation places him in a unique camp—a small but vocal group of Hollywood or ex-Hollywood celebs who’ve been “redpilled,” finding God, or both. Let’s add Jon Voight and Jim Breuer to the list, alongside Schroder, as they share their brushes with the mysterious elites who allegedly pull the strings behind the scenes.
During his tell-all, which was shared via a video that feels more like an old-school radio drama with its crackling sound, Schroder provides a harrowing glimpse into the ritual. His narrative touches on the origins of the Illuminati, their various names, and their operations in America. The group, Schroder says, operates under many guises including the Freemasons, the Knights Templar, and Skull & Bones—all different masks for the same nefarious entity.
The story doesn’t stop there. Enter Dr. Stanley Monteith, a name that pops up frequently in conspiracy circles. Monteith, now a legend among those who delve into the shadowy world of secret societies, spent his life exposing these elites. From Freemasonry to the Bilderbergs, Monteith’s work reads like a who’s who of secretive power brokers.
And let’s talk about the Freemasons for a minute. According to Schroder and Monteith, if you climb the ranks to the 33rd degree, you’re in for a shocking revelation—the “God” worshipped is not the benevolent deity most envision but rather something far darker. This, Schroder claims, is why they have no qualms about invoking “God”—it just means something very different to them.
Schroder’s recounting of his experience is peppered with bizarre and almost surreal imagery. Think white and black checkered floors, mysterious symbols, and esoteric rituals that wouldn’t seem out of place in a horror movie. He draws parallels between the seemingly benign public image of organizations like the Shriners and their deeper, more sinister affiliations.
The narrative has all the hallmarks of a gripping gothic novel: ancient secret societies, intricate rituals, and the ever-present battle between good and evil. Schroder’s account and Monteith’s extensive research present a world where the seemingly innocuous hides dark secrets—a masquerade of light concealing shadows.
So, as we digest Schroder’s wild ride from child star to conspiracy whistleblower, one thing is clear: the next time someone whispers about the Illuminati at a dinner party, you might want to pay attention.
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