The U.S. President's Book of Secrets

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  • Andrew Johnson – Knights Templar

    “For a century now, the Freemasons have suspected the Illuminati of controlling the banks.  If true, this group has more power than we ever imagined.  I have dwelled upon this matter for a long time now since Lincoln’s assassination.  During the war, there was an abundant funding source for the Confederacy.  Much of their funding came from Europe in hopes of breaking up our country for their own benefit.  Lincoln suggested printing our own money for the North called Greenbacks.  The idea would have prevented the country from accruing debts with the reserve or any unfavorable bank after the war.  This would also help the reconstruction efforts in the South.  However, with the Illuminati controlling the banks, this effort could have left them with no profit.  When following the money back to Europe as we tried to pay the South’s debts, the trail ends abruptly.  Funds from France and England do not add up and the European banks will not divulge who the backers were. “For a century now, the Freemasons have suspected the Illuminati of controlling the banks.  If true, this group has more power than we ever imagined.  I have dwelled upon this matter for a long time now since Lincoln’s assassination.  During the war, there was an abundant funding source for the Confederacy.  Much of their funding came from Europe in hopes of breaking up our country for their own benefit.  Lincoln suggested printing our own money for the North called Greenbacks.  The idea would have prevented the country from accruing debts with the reserve or any unfavorable bank after the war.  This would also help the reconstruction efforts in the South.  However, with the Illuminati controlling the banks, this effort could have left them with no profit.  When following the money back to Europe as we tried to pay the South’s debts, the trail ends abruptly.  Funds from France and England do not add up and the European banks will not divulge who the backers were. 

    According to the historian at my Mason Lodge, the Knights Templar were prominently bankers in Europe by protecting the money of travelers on pilgrimage to Jerusalem.  The Illuminati claim heritage to the Templars like the Freemasons.  Freemasons championed knowledge and inherited most of the treasures discovered at Solomon’s Temple and the Library of Alexandria.  What if the Illuminati took a different path and tried to use their banking knowledge to their advantage?  There are many documents describing the ways the Templars controlled the population with their banking methods.  What if the Illuminati are doing the same?  What if they already have control and we are now their puppets?  What if Lincoln discovered or foiled their plots and was then assassinated for it? 

    -Andrew Johnson 1869″

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  • Andrew Johnson – Confederate Gold

    “Immediately after the war, there was a Confederate cache of gold, silver, and other valuables.  Loyal Confederates collected the treasure with the intention of funding the war effort.  The value was estimated to be as high as $3 million.  Initially Union forces intercepted it; however, the bulk of the treasure has gone missing.  Neither the Union soldiers left in its charge nor captive Confederates will speak to its whereabouts.  The inventory was lackluster, and documents were poorly kept.  Now either they are lying and keeping it stored somewhere secret, or it has been lost.  Union soldiers loaded about two-thirds of the gold onto two freight cars on route to Michigan.  Somehow the train made it to its destination with two train cars miraculously missing and no gold.  The engineer claims to have no knowledge of any robbery. The investigators interrogated several individuals and discovered that an unknown group tampered with the train at one of the stops in Ohio.  The assumed railroad workers moved two cars from the train and reattached the cars to the end of the train after the caboose.  This was supposedly done without the engineer’s knowledge.  Somewhere along the way, our suspects separated the train cars while in motion.  Confederate officers discreetly used the remaining one-third of the gold to pay off the wages owed to Confederate soldiers.  We will make no attempt to recover this money as it falls in line with the Reconstruction goals.  However, we must further investigate to find out who stole the rest.  I am not sure if I am more impressed by the finesse of this heist, or more frustrated with the soldiers that were incompetent or criminal.”Immediately after the war, there was a Confederate cache of gold, silver, and other valuables.  Loyal Confederates collected the treasure with the intention of funding the war effort.  The value was estimated to be as high as $3 million.  Initially Union forces intercepted it; however, the bulk of the treasure has gone missing.  Neither the Union soldiers left in its charge nor captive Confederates will speak to its whereabouts.  The inventory was lackluster, and documents were poorly kept.  Now either they are lying and keeping it stored somewhere secret, or it has been lost.  Union soldiers loaded about two-thirds of the gold onto two freight cars on route to Michigan.  Somehow the train made it to its destination with two train cars miraculously missing and no gold.  The engineer claims to have no knowledge of any robbery. The investigators interrogated several individuals and discovered that an unknown group tampered with the train at one of the stops in Ohio.  The assumed railroad workers moved two cars from the train and reattached the cars to the end of the train after the caboose.  This was supposedly done without the engineer’s knowledge.  Somewhere along the way, our suspects separated the train cars while in motion.  Confederate officers discreetly used the remaining one-third of the gold to pay off the wages owed to Confederate soldiers.  We will make no attempt to recover this money as it falls in line with the Reconstruction goals.  However, we must further investigate to find out who stole the rest.  I am not sure if I am more impressed by the finesse of this heist, or more frustrated with the soldiers that were incompetent or criminal.

    -Andrew Johnson 1867″                    

    I feel like humans loose so much gold, it’s a wonder that we have any left. Why is there so much lost gold? Is it that we are always seeking treasures, and there must be something worth finding if we just keep looking? I wouldn’t mind finding this gold either, I’m just saying. Maybe gold is just rare because we keep loosing it. Like the whole diamond conspiracy, where diamonds are actually common, but they are mostly kept in vaults to keep the prices high.

    -Veritas

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  • Andrew Johnson – Hawaiian Mo’o

    “Here is a letter from a popular writer for the Sacramento Union newspaper.  He traveled to Hawaii for four months to give a first-hand account of the islands.  It appears that he found more than he expected. 

    I was enjoying a beautiful walk when I discovered a pristine lake. I decided to go for a swim and walked past several stone markers that held no significance to me at the time.  I slowly waded out into the pool while acclimating to the cool water.  I relaxed taking in the serene magic of the view.  I was startled as my feet found a hard leathery surface and I began to rise out of the water.  In a panic I tripped and began rolling down the side of a newly formed hill.  I hit the water and began thrashing for the beach as quickly as I could muster.  Once firmly on land, I looked back to see a massive gecko staring back at me.  It had pitch black skin with spots and swirls of deep red like molten lava glowing from heat.  The body that showed above the water was over forty feet long.  A massive wet tongue stuck out and licked its eyes which reflected the sky and water like polished mirrors. I stared in awe not knowing if I should run.  To my relief, it lost interest and descended back into the depths of the pool.  It displaced so much water as it lowered that several large waves splashed me.  This was also a relief as I may have soiled myself.  Later I told my encounter to a local who informed me that I had disturbed the peace of a Mo’o.  Giant geckos or dragons who they consider to be either spirits or gods.  She said I was extremely lucky as they are known to be violent when disturbed.  These creatures even battled with Pele, the goddess of fire and volcanoes.            

    -Mark Twain 1866″

    I want to GO!

    -Veritas

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  • Andrew Johnson – Lincoln Assassination

    “The country is grieving the loss of a great man, and I suspect that justice may never be fully served.  It was at the request of our Secretary of War, and although wrong, I feel that his actions will save us from further war.  On the night that the policeman shot John Wilkes Booth, a sigh of relief swept through the nation.  Justice was swift.  However, it has been discovered that the man shot dead was, in fact, not the famous actor.  His brother verified this, however the mortician explained to him that the human body looks different in death.  Enough doubt was placed in him that he agreed to what he was told.  The body belonged to one of John Wilkes Booth’s co-conspirators.  The quick action after our leader’s assassination showed the South that we are strong.  If it is discovered that Booth got away with the assassination, it might embolden them to revolt once more.  There is so much resentment and uncertainty as we begin to build our country once again.  The truth behind this matter will not benefit the country in any way.  The bastard was seen in Richmond a few months back and again in Florida days before I write this.  I suspect the man is smart enough to leave this country and never return.  I hope he is not recognized again.  May he find an ill fate wherever he flees.

    -Andrew Johnson 1865″     

    I’ve always heard about conspiracy theories involving JFK’s assassination. But I never considered that their were conspiracy theories behind Abraham Lincoln’s assassination. It seemed like it was an obvious shut and closed case. John Wilkes Booth shot Lincoln in the back as Lincoln watched a performance from the balcony. Booth then leapt down onto the stage shattering his leg. He stood up and shouted “Sic Semper Tyrannis!” before fleeing. He was a famous actor at the time so it would have been difficult for him to escape people’s notice. Supposedly this is also where “Break a leg!” comes from when wishing someone luck.

    -Veritas                    

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  • Andrew Johnson

    Andrew Johnson

    1808-1875

    The Seventeenth President of the United States of America

    Presidential Term from April 15, 1865 to March 4, 1869

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  • Merry Christmas

    So far I haven’t had any more issues from anybody. No hackers, stalkers, or mysterious secret societies to bother me this holiday. I’ve been working on my puzzle skills and thought I would just make a fun one for anybody out there. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

    On the first day of Christmas, this passion gave to me, a break as brief as Harrison’s term.

    On the second day of Christmas, this passion gave to me, two maps from the Executive mansion’s halls.

    On the third day of Christmas, this passion gave to me, three threats from Secret societies.

    On the fourth day of Christmas, this passion gave to me, four tales of Sacagewea’s bravery.

    On the fifth day of Christmas, this passion gave to me, five possible murders from the Twenty year curse.

    On the sixth day of Christmas, this passion gave to me, six invitations to the Illuminati.

    On the seventh day of Christmas, this passion gave to me, the search for seven cities of cibola and their Loot.

    On the eighth day of Christmas, this passion gave to me, eight nights of nightmares from the Laugh of the bell witch.

    On the ninth day of Christmas, this passion gave to me, nine pieces of silver from the Hoard of blackbeard’s treasure.

    On the tenth day of Christmas, this passion gave to me, ten Eerie creatures from myths and legends.

    On the eleventh day of Christmas, this passion gave to me, eleven Rituals to call upon the dead.

    On the twelfth day of Christmas, this passion gave to me, the strength of twelve Eagles to keep on fighting!

    -Veritas

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  • Abraham Lincoln – Séance

    “Against my wishes, it appears that my wife has decided to call a séance within the Executive Mansion.  If the subject of this event escapes to the public, it could ruin my reputation.  There is no controlling her in these matters and she will not concede to finding another location.  She grieves for our two lost sons, and I would be a liar if I did not say that I too wish this séance to be a success.  I miss my boys every day.  Well, the event began as one might expect.  Madame Torelli was dressed in all black as if to attend a funeral and spoke in a mystical manner as a storyteller might to young children.  As amusing as it was, I was anxious to get on with the séance.  We covered all the windows with a heavy black cloth.  This was relieving as I cannot imagine the headlines tomorrow if we were to be exposed.  Lanterns brought in by the psychic set the room in a green hue.  Mary invited a few friends including a senator with his wife.  Madame Torelli sat us all in a circle around the table while holding hands.  She began with a deep humming which chilled me as it was a deeper sound than a woman should be able to produce.  Her voice rang out as her own but boomed and echoed mysteriously.  I would consider having her give speeches on my behalf with those lungs.  The room changed and I could not immediately place why until I could see my breath upon the air.  It had become intolerably cold in the room when moments before I was uncomfortable from the summer heat.  A wind filled the air with no open windows and the flames in the lanterns struggled to stay lit.  Madame Torelli yelled out the names of my two boys Edward and Willie.  My heart pounded as I realized the moment would soon come when I might see them again and hopefully hear their voices.  All the lanterns extinguished at once and one of the women let out a squeal.  I heard the twang of a banjo and the slight ring of a bell. There was much commotion, and the senator was able to relight one of the lanterns.  We were all aghast when we saw that Madame Torelli was face down on the table with no sign of life.  The husband of one of Mary’s friends touched her back to check on her but quickly recoiled his hand claiming she was ice cold.  We feared she was dead when she abruptly sat up and two fully white eyes stared straight into mine.  She spoke in a voice that was her own and yet echoed like two people saying the same thing at once.  Drums began and I could hear the rustling of many people in the room all chanting like the native people do in ceremony.  She spoke “It has been twenty years!  Lincoln, leader of the army in the north, he who shall free slaves and uphold the strength of the nation, shall die.  He shall remain on this Earth until his great work is completed.  This is what shall be!”  At first, I was offended that this woman had turned my grieving against me for a charade, probably political in nature.  I was taken aback as the color returned to her and her face grew mortified.  She began crying hysterically and apologizing that nothing like this had ever happened to her before.  She even admitted that most of the time she fakes reactions, and her audience creates the mood.  My premonition will come true.”Against my wishes, it appears that my wife has decided to call a séance within the Executive Mansion.  If the subject of this event escapes to the public, it could ruin my reputation.  There is no controlling her in these matters and she will not concede to finding another location.  She grieves for our two lost sons, and I would be a liar if I did not say that I too wish this séance to be a success.  I miss my boys every day.  Well, the event began as one might expect.  Madame Torelli was dressed in all black as if to attend a funeral and spoke in a mystical manner as a storyteller might to young children.  As amusing as it was, I was anxious to get on with the séance.  We covered all the windows with a heavy black cloth.  This was relieving as I cannot imagine the headlines tomorrow if we were to be exposed.  Lanterns brought in by the psychic set the room in a green hue.  Mary invited a few friends including a senator with his wife.  Madame Torelli sat us all in a circle around the table while holding hands.  She began with a deep humming which chilled me as it was a deeper sound than a woman should be able to produce.  Her voice rang out as her own but boomed and echoed mysteriously.  I would consider having her give speeches on my behalf with those lungs.  The room changed and I could not immediately place why until I could see my breath upon the air.  It had become intolerably cold in the room when moments before I was uncomfortable from the summer heat.  A wind filled the air with no open windows and the flames in the lanterns struggled to stay lit.  Madame Torelli yelled out the names of my two boys Edward and Willie.  My heart pounded as I realized the moment would soon come when I might see them again and hopefully hear their voices.  All the lanterns extinguished at once and one of the women let out a squeal.  I heard the twang of a banjo and the slight ring of a bell. There was much commotion, and the senator was able to relight one of the lanterns.  We were all aghast when we saw that Madame Torelli was face down on the table with no sign of life.  The husband of one of Mary’s friends touched her back to check on her but quickly recoiled his hand claiming she was ice cold.  We feared she was dead when she abruptly sat up and two fully white eyes stared straight into mine.  She spoke in a voice that was her own and yet echoed like two people saying the same thing at once.  Drums began and I could hear the rustling of many people in the room all chanting like the native people do in ceremony.  She spoke “It has been twenty years!  Lincoln, leader of the army in the north, he who shall free slaves and uphold the strength of the nation, shall die.  He shall remain on this Earth until his great work is completed.  This is what shall be!”  At first, I was offended that this woman had turned my grieving against me for a charade, probably political in nature.  I was taken aback as the color returned to her and her face grew mortified.  She began crying hysterically and apologizing that nothing like this had ever happened to her before.  She even admitted that most of the time she fakes reactions, and her audience creates the mood.  My premonition will come true.

    – Abraham Lincoln 1864″

    I think I’ve heard something about Abraham Lincoln haunting the White House. That doesn’t really have anything to do with this, but it made me think about it. I just wonder if they opened a portal or something in the White House by doing a seance. Like what they talk about in Ghostbusters. The White House would definitely be an amazing place to bring a Ouija board. Just remember to say goodbye!

    -Veritas

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  • Abraham Lincoln – Angel’s Glow

    “War is raging.  The country I was elected to serve is now divided between the North and the South.  In one year alone, I feel as though I have aged ten.  My Generals are incompetent or unwilling to to do what is necessary to win this war.  There is some light coming out of all this, both metaphorical and literal.  At the Battle of Shiloh, we gained a victory against Confederate forces.  So many men were lost on both sides that I am beginning to question whether all of this is worth the tragedy.  Some of the injured men were startled to find that their wounds were glowing.  Blood loss and pain are not the best remedies for a clear mind, but the glow was confirmed by several people including field doctors.  More so, those that received these glowing auras were able to heal much quicker than others.  They are calling it the “Angel’s Glow”.  I sincerely hope that this means we have divine providence on our side.  Even if it is the providence of fireflies, I am content to know that something is with me in this war.  My men and I are going to need all the help and intervention we can receive. 

    -Abraham Lincoln 1862″

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