Fresh Batch #29: The Illustrious Poor

By Dylan Saccoccio

In A Godsacre for Winds of the Soul, I noted that the most powerful institution of the last two thousand years is the Church and then quoted Machiavelli, “When the Cardinal of Rouen told me that Italians understood little about warfare, I replied to him that the French understood little about stagecraft, for if they had some understanding, they would not have permitted the Church to gain so much power. Experience has shown that the power of both the Church and of Spain in Italy has been caused by France, and that her downfall has been brought about by the Church and by Spain.”

Italy was the epicenter of the ancient world on account of its climate, culture, strategic location, and the talent, beauty, and ingenuity of its people. If you can appreciate this, and how small Italy is, then surely you can appreciate how many of its people (who are real Italians) are descended from families that were in power during the empire’s greatness.

In my latest book Spirit Whirled: Terminalia, I acknowledge that my path to Italian citizenship comes from being a member of the most renown family in Italy’s history. If you had only one guess, as outrageous as it may seem to utter, you’d get it right. The history you think you know about them is mostly based on Christian forgeries, the degenerates who hijacked the institutions of Italy and led her to ruin, only to blame it on people that were responsible for the nation’s previous greatness. With the help of Rev. Robert Taylor and others, I’ve cleared my family’s name in my latest book by showing you the depths Christians were willing to sink to in order to bear false witness against my people while simultaneously converting their progeny to the Church’s Egyptian monkish despotism over the subsequent centuries. Bernard Le Bovier de Fontenelle wrote, “Why would they have bequeathed us a mass of falsehoods? What could this love of men for manifest and ridiculous falsehood, have been, and why did it not last longer? For the Greek fables were not like our novels, which are intended as stories and not as histories; there are no ancient histories other than these fables.”

The patriarch of my branch of the family that came to America was my second great grandfather Domenico. He’s an old man in this photo, with one of his several sons standing behind him, but he had platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. (I put the photo through the app called Remini to minimize the graininess.)

If you can imagine his face without a mustache, you may recognize an ancient phenotype.

These men have the same last name because they are part of the same family. The Tusculum portrait may be the only surviving sculpture made during Julius’s lifetime, dated 50-40 BC.

I do not carry our family’s name because Domenico’s granddaughter is my grandmother and she married a man from the Etruscan Apulia, Alfred of Troy, or as they say in the Old World: Troia, and these are my maternal ancestors. But I still have traces of Domenico’s blonde hair in my beard.

Dylan Saccoccio De Cesare

Our name is based on our Etrusco-Phoenician ancestors’ name for God, Aesar, and once you understand that Etrusco-Phoenicians were Celtæ/Germans/Gauls (for lack of a better term) who also peopled Britain, and subsequently Denmark and Scandinavia, you begin to see how the alphabets and mythoses emerge in the Norse pantheon: Æsir, and in the Phoenician origin of Gods like Thor, Freya, Tyr, etc.

Contrary to the lies, we never persecuted Christians. Romans were the most libertine people in Italy and there is not one word in their entire body of law against Christians. In fact, it was the exact opposite. We protected them. The edicts of Adrian and Antoninus Pius expressly declared, that the voice of the multitude should never be admitted as legal evidence to convict or to punish the unfortunate persons who had embraced the enthusiasm of the Christians. (Gibbon’s Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Vol. II. p. 422.) And what did the vile monks of the Church that caused Italy’s ruin do? They stuck knives in our backs, traduced us, and caused the next two millennia of dark ages. And those who call themselves Christians will never confront the Truth or serve it because to do so requires them to let go of the greatest lie of the Common Era and concede their savior Jesus Christ never existed. They hijacked the crucified savior already extant, combined with Esus and Deo Soli. Do you even know what Christian means? If you can’t break that down etymologically, then why would you call yourself one? When you’re ready to answer your calling, read Spirit Whirled: Terminalia.

You will find members of our family in every place civilized by The Holy Sailors, from Malta to Sicily, the Iberian Peninsula, Britain, Scandinavia, and even South America, which was one of the catalysts of me doing this work. I have seen no other living man tell you the Truth about us. I suspect even the term Phoenician was a placeholder. After Italy’s collapse, many of my ancestors and countrymen had to eat the worst humble pies in the history of the Common Era. As you’ll see in the following account from the 17th century, a Lord without Riches is like a Soldier without Arms. Thus, I introduce you to The Illustrious Poor.

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