The Owl of Bohemian Grove #shorts

We all love a good summer get together but does there have to be a 30 foot owl statue?

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[aldoleonardo]

Fun fact, A group of owl is called Parliament.

[BaronVonQuiply]

Yea! Look upon him and gain his ancient wisdom!

Three. It's three licks to the center of a Tootsie Pop.

[mobiusone]

Aint it always funny how Jones is right at minimum 80% of the time no matter how insane his rantings are lmao

[randallpetroelje]

I can only imagine what went behind, closed doors, and Alastair Crowley‘s little house. Adam Weishaupt ( I hope I didn’t misspell that) and his foundling organization did not die. It just took a new face. Crowley just carried it on thats all.

[goodday]

He didn't "sneak into Bohemian Grove;" he's controlled opposition.

[elcunto]

The 🦉 sees all... But nothing sees the

[socoman]

OMG, people. If you want to know where the owl symbol came from, it was because the original member of the club were all newspapermen who worked for the dozen or so San Francisco newspapers and they were a lot of them that worked the night shift. Thus, they were the "night owls" who were out at all hours getting breaking stories for their editors. That's where the owl symbol came from before they acquired the property for the grove.

[samuelchampagne]

The Cremation of Care of the San Francisco Bohemian Club

Adapted by Charles K. Field and Palmer Field

This is the full text of the ritual that has been painted by conspiracy theorists as evil.

The Sire

''Bohemians, by the power of our fellowship, Dull Care is slain. Hearken! High upon the hill you may hear Care’s funeral music.''

**(Tolling of bell and faint, far strains of the Funeral Dirge (Denke). Torches are glimpsed in the distance. Music and light approach)**

The Sire

''Behold the effigy of this, our enemy, is carried hither for our ancient rites.''

**(Music ceases-drumbeat accompanies the descent of the Cortege. The Cortege passes through the dining circle and down the main aisle as the band and the effigy of Care proceed down the road to the floor of the Grove. When the torch bearers are leaving the Dining circle, followed by the Old Guard--)

The Sire announces

''Bohemians, follow to bohemia’s Shrine!

**(The Band resumes the Funeral Dirge (Denke). The Band turns into the Traffic Road, where it continues to play; the Spectators pass to their seats opposite the Shrine, through the two columns of Torch Bearers who flank the path to Edwards Road. The Shrine is bathed in the soft, flickering light from the lamp of Fellowship. The radiance of the rising full moon touches thee crown of the Hamadryad’s tree. Offstage chorus of woodland voices. The Hamadryad emerges from the bark. Music by Jan Philip Schirhan and W. J. McCoy)**

The Hamadryad singing
Beauty, and strength and peace,
They are yours; they shall never cease
While the trees are, and the hills.
The stars come in with the night,
And the wind, like a presence, fills
The temple-aisles of the wood;
It is yours, it is good,
It is made for your delight.
Beauty, and strength and peace,
They are here that you find release
From the mournful memories.
Oh cast your grief to the fire.
And be strong with the holy trees
And the spirit of the Grove.
In your dreams ye shall rove
To the land of Heart’s Desire (Sterling)

**(The Hamadryad retires into the tree. The illumination fades. The Shrine is now in full moonlight. Enter, accompanied by music by Charles Hart, the High Priest, Assisting Priests, and Choristers.) **

The High Priest

‘’The Owl is in his leafy temple; let all within the Grove be reverent before him.
Lift up your heads, O ye Trees, and by ye lift up,
Ye ever-living spires. For behold, here is bohemia’s shrine and holy are the pillars of this house. Weaving spiders, come not here!

The High Priest descends to the water’s edge.

‘’Hail Bohemians!
With ripple of waters and the song of birds—
Such music as inspires the sinking soul—
Do we invite you to Midsummer’s joy!
The sky above is blue and sown with stars;
The forest floor is heaped with fragrant drift;
Evening’s cool kiss is yours, the campfire’s glow,
The birth of joyous rosy-fingered dawns!
Shake off your sorrow with the City’s dust
And scatter to the winds the cares of life!
(Edwards)

Second Priest

‘’Let memory bring back the well-loved names
Of gallant friends who knew and loved this Grove—
Dear boon companions of the long ago!

Third Priest

‘’Aye! They shall join us in the ritual
And not a place be empty in our midst!

The High Priest

‘’O Beauty’s vassals
Who keep, in this gray autumn of the world,
Her springtime in your hearts,
I charge ye all:
For lasting happiness we lift our eyes
To one alone, and she surrounds you now,
Great Nature, refuge for the weary heart
And only balm for breasts that have been bruised.
Her counsels are most wise.
But ye must
As children, little children that believe,
Nor ever doubt her beauty or her faith,
Nor dream her tenderness can change and die!
(Sterling)

**(Soft music by Edward Harris as the High Priest ascends to be invested)**

Second Priest

‘’Gather, ye forest fold, and cast your spells
Over these mortals.’’

Third Priest

‘’Touch their world-blind eyes
With fairy unguents.’’

Second Priest

‘’Open the eyes of fancy
And seal the gates of sorrow.’’
Third Priest

‘’Dull Care and all his works are but a dream;
As vanished Babylon and goodly Tyre
So they shall vanish.’’

Second Priest

‘’But the wilding rose
Blows on the broken Battlements of Tyre
And mosses rend the stones of Babylon—

Third Priest

‘’For Beauty is eternal and we bow
To Beauty everlasting!
(Irwin)

The High Priest

''Our funeral pyre awaits the corpse of Care.''

**(The Barcarolle by Charles Hart. The introductory horn solo comes from the direction of the ferry slip. The ferry of Care, poled by a lone boatman, appears and passes up the lake to the foot of the shrine. Acolytes await the barge.) **

The High Priest

‘’Oh thou, thus ferried ‘cross the shadowy tide
In all the ancient majesty of death—
Dull Care, arch-enemy of Beauty; not for thee
And all the winds make merry with the dust!
(Sterling)

Bring fire!

**(Fanfare of music by Leigh Harline. Enter Torch bearers. The Acolytes now seize and lift the bier from the barge, hold it high above their heads and bear it in triumph up to the pyre, accompanied by the Choristers. The music is interrupted by peals of thunder and rush of wind. The ensemble stands transfixed with surprise and awe. All lights down, except torches and the Lamp. Care laughs upon the hill. The dead tree is illuminated.) **

The voice of Care

‘’Fools! Fools! Fools! When will ye learn that me ye cannot slay? Year after year ye burn me in the Grove, lifting your silly shouts of triumph to the stars. But when again ye turn your feet toward the market-place, am I not waiting for you, as of old? Fools! Fools! To dream ye conquer Care!

**(The High Priest has come down to the lake’s edge and stands gazing up at the ghistly tree from which the voice of Care has come.) **

The High Priest

‘’ Nay, thou mocking spirit, it is not all a dream. We know thou waitest for us when this our sylvan holiday shall end. And we shall meet and fight thee as of old, and some of us prevail against thee, and some thou shalt destroy. But this, too, we know: year and after year, within this happy Grove, our fellowship has banned thee for a space, and thy malevolence that would pursue us here has lost its power beneath these friendly trees. So shall we burn thee once again this night and in the flames that eat thine effigy we’ll read the sign: Midsummer set us free.

The Voice of Care

‘’So shall ye burn me once again! Ho, Ho,
Not with these flames which hither ye have brought.
From regions where I reign!
Ye Priests and fools,
I spit upon your fire!

**(Explosion at the Pyre. The torches are instantly extinguished. No light save from the lamp.
Care’s laughter fills the darkness. The High Priest kneels and lifts his arms to the shrine.) **

The High Priest
‘’O thou, great symbol of all mortal wisdom,
Owl of Bohemia, we do beseech thee,
Grant us thy counsel!
**(The music of the fire finale begins, offstage. An aura of light begins to glow about the Owl’s head, gradually silhouetting the Colossus.) **

The Voice of Owl

‘’No fire, if it be kindled from the world
Where care is nourished on the hates of men
Shall drive him from this Grove.
One flame alone
Must light this pyre, the pure eternal flame
That burns within the Lamp of Fellowship
Upon the altar of Bohemia
(Garthwaite)

**(High Priest rises and ascends to Lamp of Fellowship.) **

High Priest

‘’Great Owl of Bohemia, we thank thee for thy adjuration.

**(Lights torch and turns toward Pyre.) **

‘’Well should we know our living flame
Of Fellowship can sear
The grasping claws of Care,
Throttle his impious screams
And send his cowering carcass
From this Grove.
Begone, detested Care, begone!
Once more we banish thee!

''Let the all-potent spirit of this lamp
By its cleansing and ambient fire
Encircle this mystic scene
Hail, Fellowship; begone Dull Care!
Once again Midsummer sets us free!
(Case)

The special version of the cremation of Care, 1956
By Fred O. Harris

The cremation of care in 1956 underwent, if that is the right word, considerable variation under the direction of Fred Harris with the valiant support of Arch Monson, Charles Bulotti, Holloway Jones, Donald Tormey, Bob Hildreth, Frank Belcher and Herb Crall. An elegant march composed by Frank Denke replaced the Chopin music, a massive figure of Care in gleaming Styrofoam carved by Don Madsen, was carried though the Dining Circle, deposited at the end of the Lake and burned most fiercely at the ceremony’s end. The funeral torch-bearers marched entirely around the lake, the voice of Care was heard from the end of the Lake and the music was recorded.

A lasting consequence of the presentation was the permanent setting of the orchestra in red robes beside the Owl, the Lakeside pathway skirting the service road and the clearing out of secondary growth around Haig Patagian’s superb statue. And so good prevails in the end.

The content of this text including the ceremony can be found in the fifth volume of the annals of the Bohemian Club and one can find the collection in the San Francisco public library.

[wcmwfab]

That film maker as we call him was a invite. Lmao mason story? Film makers dad was cia.

[johnnyjohnsonjohn]

Isn’t the owl also the symbol for the demon Moloch?

[issacshek]

Gee, I wonder who's the man who snuck in

[Daggz]

Read the first page of "Léon Degrelle in exile" and you'll see Moloch referenced there, too.

The Nazis were battling the very same people we found in Bohemian Grove - the people worshiping this insatiable God. Coincidence? Nope.

[deadNdivine]

Bleaching these stains on their bohemian graves.. they eat the child's pain.

[krisfinley]

I always find it so interesting that Jones was always coming out with these loony conspiracy theories, and thus rightfully acquired the reputation of being a nutter. Then against all odds manages to infiltrate the Grove, and proves this one to be true, gaining some actual credibility. Theeenn immediately destroys it by following up with more wacky theories and behavior 😂

[bobbyhall]

It's a place they can do drugs have sex and drink without the worry of photographers or media. They could disappear anyone if it were such a place. But it's entertaining and they should worry every once and a while.

[sunnysalaria]

Is that true that owl speak and tell everything about future?

[sksjdjsl]

I wonder if this is why I d i g e n o u s peoples ars superstitious of owls

[crowe]

How do we know this is not a reference to something a little more unpleasant, like Lilith?

[chonkychookie]

I like the shorts, please put the text on top cuz I can't read It on the bottom😢

[barbarakenkel]

Not true we have a camp at the Bohemian Grove Camp Stowaway that is Moloch the Devourer of children