The card game has a name.

Illuminati: New World Order. Steve Jackson Games. 1994.

They printed over four hundred cards. It sold out, so they ran it again in 1995, and that second printing is the one most people own — which is why the cards you find online are usually stamped with that year. One expansion followed, late in 1995.

That is the whole history. Every card in this chapter was drawn before 1996.

It was supposedly just a game. A satirical take on conspiracy theories — dark humor about secret societies running the world.

It won the Origins Award for Best Card Game. Jackson said the pre-sales alone were more than ten times anything his company had done before. Most people laughed it off as entertainment, and then it went out of print and sat on shelves collecting dust while the world moved on.

But something strange happened over the next three decades.

The “predictions” on those cards started coming true. Nobody called them predictions in 1994. They were just cards in a game. Events that seemed absurd then began showing up in headlines around the world.

Look at the cards.

Thirty years on, these images were printed on playing cards — sold as a game, dismissed as satire.

Now they are history.

Look at them again.

A card called Terrorist Nuke did not just show a random explosion. It showed two towers standing side by side — one blasting apart from the center — in the exact spot the plane would strike, printed in 1994, seven years before it happened.

The Pentagon card did not show a generic government building on fire. It showed the Pentagon, also seven years before a plane went into it.

The Epidemic card did not show a vague illness. It showed a needle, a mask, and a pile of bodies — twenty-five years before COVID killed millions and the world lined up for a vaccine.

Princess Di — surrounded by photographers three years before she died fleeing them.

The Oil Spill card showed birds drowning in black water fifteen years before the Gulf of Mexico turned into a graveyard.

The Enough Is Enough card shows a snarling face — mouth open, teeth bared, eyes blazing. Printed in 1995, in the Assassins expansion.

Nobody saw Trump in that card in 1995. The identification came later, after he ran — and once it started, it did not stop. The card has circulated on resale markets ever since, listed outright as the Trump card, sellers and buyers making the same identification independently. The side-by-side comparison has spread across the internet for the same reason.

And then there is the phrase. In 2023 his campaign released a television ad and titled it Enough Is Enough. The card had been carrying those three words since 1995.

Once you see it, you cannot unsee it.

The card waited twenty years for a face to arrive.

Steve Jackson’s team named the card. One of the six artists they hired drew it. None of them knew whose face that was.

But the One who knows the end from the beginning — who lights every man that comes into the world — knew exactly whose face it was going to be.

The artist did not choose it. Christ did.

And those are just the six cards you are looking at.

The deck holds over four hundred cards.

Look at what else is sitting in there.

In 2021, The Independent ran a piece on this deck — a mainstream British newspaper, not a conspiracy site. It called the game’s ability to foretell the future uncanny, and it walked through the cards one at a time.

On the 9/11 card, it said Terrorist Nuke shows an explosion midway up a skyscraper in a scene that looks undeniably like the attack on the Twin Towers.

On Trump, it pointed at a second card — not the one you have already seen. A Charismatic Leader card that features a blonde-haired demagogue addressing a crowd of adoring supporters, which the paper called a seemingly uncanny forecast of the reality TV businessman’s rise to power. And it pointed out that at the time of the game’s launch he was a bankrupt Atlantic City casino impresario with very little prospect of being taken seriously ever again.

Then it listed the rest. Upheaval, which depicts a protester punching riot police, and Law and Order, which features a cop swinging a baton at a cowering person. Market Manipulation, Sweeping Reforms, Rewriting History, Gun Control, Combined Disasters, Media Blitz, Urban Gangs and World War Three.

And March on Washington — an angry crowd massed at the Capitol, signs in the air. Watched live on January 6th, 2021.

All printed between 1994 and 1995.

And if you want to wave all of this off as internet nonsense, you have one question to answer first.

Why did one of Britain’s national newspapers run it?

Three groups looked at this evidence. Three groups came to three different conclusions. And all three got it wrong.

The first group — the mainstream researchers, the journalists, the academics — would not touch it. The moment the cards came up, the label came out. Conspiracy theory. Case closed. No further examination required. They did not refute the evidence. They did not explain the specificity. They did not account for the Pentagon card or the twin towers or the needle and the mask. They applied the label and walked away. That is not analysis. That is avoidance dressed up as skepticism.

The second group — the skeptics — looked at it and said coincidence. A large enough pool of images will eventually line up with real events. Random chance. Pattern recognition run wild. But random chance does not draw the Pentagon. It does not draw the towers. It does not dress a princess as a pawn three years before she dies.

The third group got the closest. The conspiracy theorists looked at these cards and understood something the other two groups refused to acknowledge — that this was not random. That the specificity was too precise. That something intentional was happening. They found the evidence. They did the work the mainstream refused to do.

They got closer than anyone else. But then they stopped at a door, believing that behind it was a smoke-filled room full of elite planners with foreknowledge, revealing their agenda through entertainment.

Nobody has ever opened that door — until now. And it is not a smoke-filled room of elite members. It is the elect. Our ancestors, standing inside the Light.

When the pieces start coming together in your mind, you will see that this secret society is more real than anyone thought. And you may be surprised to find you have been carrying them with you every day — a society with Moses and Elijah among its members.

Remember the wheels? The Spirit and the creatures in the wheels?

This is Illuminati.

Two men, centuries dead, standing inside the light and talking.

And the city they stand in needs no sun.

Do not forget where He lives — in you, the wheel.

In the secret place.

That is the door. Not a smoke-filled room somewhere. The one inside you.

But the conspiracy theorists never got that far. They were looking for the hands behind the cards, but all they could find were the hands that drew them. Wheels. Imperfect vessels.

Count them.

The creative minds of Steve Jackson and his design team came up with the cards. They named each one, wrote its text, and sent it out to be drawn.

Six artists drew them. Dan Smith and Shea Ryan did most of the work. John Kovalic drew about twenty. Three more filled in the rest.

Three more people colored them.

Then the presses ran them. About twenty-one million cards in the first printing alone.

Not one of those hands knew what it was holding. Not the man who named the card, not the man who drew it, not the one who colored it, and not the machine that printed it.

And the man at the top of that chain has said so himself. Steve Jackson, who designed the game, later wrote that real conspiracy theorists contacted him, wanting to know how he could possibly have found out all that stuff. His answer:

I read your books and made the rest up.

And he did read them. Before he designed the first game, he studied the conspiracy writing about the Illuminati and the secret societies it claimed ran the world. The game itself grew out of a novel that made fun of all of it — The Illuminatus! Trilogy, by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson, a satire published in 1975. They were laughing at the people who believed it.

And so was Jackson. He built the game as a joke. When the believers came asking how he knew, he told them he made it up. He did not believe in the conspiracy.

But none of those books drew the Pentagon in flames. None of them drew a needle and a mask. By his own words, that was the rest — the part he made up.

I believe he thinks so. But I know how Christ works, and I know what He is capable of.

Cyrus never knew Who stirred his spirit either.

And if you are thinking the government knew, this is where the internet has the story wrong.

The story goes that the U.S. Secret Service raided Steve Jackson Games in 1990 because of the Illuminati: New World Order cards. That is false. The raid happened four years before those cards were printed. Agents were after one of Jackson’s employees over his ties to hackers, and they carried off the company’s computers — including its bulletin board, named Illuminati after the company’s original 1982 game. That name is where the legend came from. Jackson was collateral damage. He sued the government and won.

If you are a true conspiracy theorist, you are looking for a reason to blame the government, and you will say the hacker story is itself the cover-up.

Then I would ask you to look at who put it on the record. Not the Secret Service. A federal judge, who ruled against them and made the government pay. A cover-up does not lose in court.

The cards came after the raid, not before it. Nothing on record shows anyone in any government agency recognized what was being printed. No one tried to stop it. No one panicked.

Now, it is true that Steve Jackson had been selling Illuminati since 1982. The cards in the first game were black and white, with small line drawings on them.

For twelve years it sold from hobby-shop shelves. It built a name and an audience.

Then a new kind of card game swept the country. Magic: The Gathering came out in 1993, sold in randomized packs meant to be traded and collected, and within a year every game company in America was chasing it. Jackson chased it too. He rebuilt his old game as a collectible one — hundreds of new cards, and a new name. Illuminati: New World Order. And for the first time, artists were hired to draw full scenes on them.

That is when the pictures came that foretold the future. 1994. Nobody points to a card from 1982. The platform had been there for twelve years. Now it could carry an image, and the presses ran.

The man was in the right place.

That is not the story of a conspiracy. It is the story of a sovereign God working through vessels no shadowy room could have anticipated or controlled.

Now let us take a look at the name. Illuminati.

The word is Latin. It means the illuminated ones — the ones who have been lit. It comes from illuminare, to light up, and underneath that is lumen, light.

I want to stress to you why Wycliffe matters so much to what I am showing you, and why I use it so heavily. Every other English Bible you own was translated out of Hebrew and Greek. Wycliffe was translated out of the Latin. So when I want to know what a Latin word is doing in Scripture, Wycliffe is the one who was holding that Latin in his hands when he wrote.

And the most misunderstood word in the world — the word for what Christ does inside human flesh — is a Latin word.

Scripture puts it on believers.

Illuminati. The illuminated ones. The very word Steve Jackson put on the box. The word that describes the Light in us.

And look at what that verse says comes with it. Not privilege. Not a seat at a table. A great fight of afflictions.

Do not believe me? Start preaching the message of this book. See what happens.

A year after the first game came out in 1982, the company shipped a button with an expansion set. You can see it in the photograph — a pyramid with an eye in it, and around the rim, four words.

I’ve Been Illuminated.

That is the past tense of the word the King James uses: after ye were illuminated. The same word, in the same tense, on a pin shipped with a game about a conspiracy — sold as a joke, and meant to be pinned to somebody’s shirt.

Steve Jackson Games made it. It is over forty years old and you can still buy one.

And that word is not only on believers. It is on every man born.

Every man. Not some of them. Not just the ones who pray.

And it is on the eyes.

Inluminatos oculos. Illuminated eyes.

Not the two in your head. The eyes of your understanding. The eye of your mind. Wycliffe calls them the eyes of your heart.

Those are the eyes that had to open in the wilderness. Moses lifted the serpent on the pole and the Word said, look and live. It was never about eyesight. It was about understanding what was in front of them, inside their own minds.

Enlightenment.

Those are the eyes Paul prayed would be lit.

And it is the title of this book.

Opening Blind Eyes.

And that light is His glory.

The whole earth. Not just the church. Not just believers.

In the face of Jesus Christ. Go back to the mountain. His face shone like the sun, and Scripture called that the glory. The light on his face was His glory.

Hath shined in our hearts. The same God who said let there be light is the light inside a man. And the word Paul uses for what it gives is glory.

Light. You are walking around filled with it whether you know it or not.

That is the One the word belongs to. The One who sees the end from the beginning, and plants the images in human minds.

And John saw that same glory light the whole earth.

Liytned of his glorie. The earth lit by it. Not by a society. Not by men in a room.

So the question was never whether you have the Light. The question is what has been done with it.

Read that again. The light that is in you can be darkness.

The light does not turn dark. It gets hijacked. Something else takes the seat that was meant for Him — and Paul says that is exactly what it does.

You are the temple. And the thing that sits down in it does not come dressed as darkness.

An angel of light. Not a monster. Not a shadow. Light — or something wearing it.

And then the lamp goes out.

That is the most dangerous darkness there is. The kind that believes it is illuminated.

The word Illuminati belonged to Christ for more than fifteen hundred years before anyone printed it on a game.

In sixteenth-century Spain there was a movement called the alumbrados — the illuminated. Some English writers have called them the Illuminati, though they have nothing to do with the Bavarian society people mean today. The name came from alumbrar, to light up, because they believed they were lit from within. They held that a person could be in direct communion with God — no priest standing between, no ritual in the way — and that He spoke to them from inside their own flesh.

Today, in 2026, I second that notion because I am one of them. I too hear His voice, and this book exists because He asked me to show these things to you.

Back then, the Church hunted them for believing it. Their leaders had already been arrested when, in 1525, the Inquisition in Toledo issued an edict listing forty-eight of their beliefs as heresy. In 1529 a group of them at Toledo was whipped and imprisoned. For the next century, a connection to the alumbrados was enough to put you in front of the Inquisition.

In the sixteenth century, the people who believed the Light was inside them were hunted. So were the prophets before them.

Today they are medicated and locked away. That could have been me, if I had listened to what the world was telling me.

Because I was like millions of other people out here. I did not know He could speak to us, or that He would. I had been taught my whole life that He does not anymore. That He spoke in many ways to the prophets of old until Jesus came. That He spoke through him, and that was it.

And there is a verse they use for it.

But it is absurd to say that. And it was absurd that I was blind enough to believe it, when it is written plainly that after Jesus died you still see Him speaking.

Why did I fall for that?

Here is what I need you to understand. It is because I did not believe that I suffered a great deal from this gift. Millions of people are suffering from it right now for the same reason.

Because of that He did not speak to me the way He speaks to me now. Not at first. He knew I would not believe it was Him. So He repeated phrases. Those phrases did two things. They drove me crazy, and they kept me going.

He would scream, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. I thought it was the neighbors out in my woods, harassing me, laughing at me for believing in God.

He would scream, She does not deserve this much suffering. She is looking to the right God.

I thought that was a joke. I had left the church. How was I looking at the right God? In those days I had a gut-wrenching feeling that if I died right then, I was not making it to paradise. That was my own assessment of myself.

He would say, Every day she gets closer to the truth. That kept me digging.

He would say, No one has found the door in fifty years. I went out into the woods looking for a door.

And then there was Illuminati.

I had never heard the word before. The first time I heard it, it came from a voice I could not see.

This voice repeating phrases was the same voice that woke me out of my sleep. It sounded like He was standing right next to the bed, crouched down, speaking into my ear. And He asked me, Do you know the authority I have on your life?

You can imagine. I did not know. So I cussed at him. I want to be honest about my response, so I apologize in advance. I will keep it PG-13. I sat up and said, no, I don’t even know who the f*** you are.

That was around the time I realized this was supernatural.

It left me confused about God. I believed in God, but this experience was not in Scripture — or so I thought. I remember an unexplainable amount of fear and wonder at the same time. Fear, from knowing this voice was far bigger than me and not knowing what it was. Wonder, because I knew it was real and I wanted to know more.

I was not walking away at that point. I was all in, even if it killed me.

Until I figured out that the reason I was suffering in it was that Satan was there too.

I have softened this part of the testimony, because here is not the place to deliver it. But I wanted you to understand that this was the time in my life when I first heard the word Illuminati.

The phrase repeated to me was, she is the only person to have ever found Illuminati.

And when I searched it online, what I found did not match what I had experienced. The internet says nobody knows where they are.

But I had been told I found them.

And I did.

Christ is Illuminati. And these cards are how He proves it to you.

And that brings us back to the three groups. The academics who will not look at conspiracy theories. The skeptics who call it chance. The conspiracy theorists who are looking for a room. All three are wrong.

Scripture speaks directly to what that is.

But here is the thing about Satan. He always does the opposite of what Christ commands. So while Christ says do not fear conspiracy, the enemy has flipped it. He has blinded society and conditioned it to label anyone who believes in hidden truths a conspiracy theorist — a term used to discredit and silence. If Satan can make people afraid to even look, because they might be called a conspiracy nut, he wins. The truth gets buried not by refutation, but by ridicule.

Someone will ask why He does not just send a prophet, the way He did in the Bible.

He does. He always has.

And we do to them what we have always done.

Silence them.

We do not stone them anymore. But like those in biblical times, we do not believe them when they come. We say He stopped making them, and we shut them up in different ways.

Pause for a moment and understand what I just said. Nothing has changed. Prophets are silenced.

Stephen stood in front of the council and told them so to their faces.

They stoned him for it.

And there is something else we get wrong. When we think of a prophet, we think of one man at a time. One Isaiah. One Jeremiah. One voice in a generation.

That is not what Scripture shows.

A company of prophets. Coming down the hill together, with instruments, prophesying as they walked. Saul met them on the road and the Spirit came on him, and he prophesied along with them.

Not one man. A procession of them.

And Paul told the church to want the gift.

Desire it. He is telling an entire congregation to want the gift of prophecy — which makes no sense at all if only one person is ever supposed to have it.

The gift was never given to one person at a time. There were many of them walking the earth at once.

That has not changed either.

And we silence them too. We lock them away in institutions and tell them the voice is not God. That He stopped speaking. That He left.

He did not leave us. He cannot leave us. And He never stopped speaking.

So back to those three groups. Three answers. Not one of them asked the right question.

So let me ask it.

Who could have known?

Not whether it was chance. Not which men were behind it. Who could have known, in 1994, what the next thirty years would bring?

Start with chance.

Coincidence requires a large target.

A card about fire matches a building fire somewhere in the world — that is a large target. Vague subject. Broad category. Coincidence can hit that. Nobody is impressed.

But that is not what we are dealing with.

One company. One design team. One deck of just over four hundred cards. Printed between 1994 and 1995.

And the targets were not large.

Not a building — the Pentagon. Its specific five-sided shape. In flames.

Not a sickness — a needle, a mask, and bodies. All three elements. One image.

Not civil unrest — the Capitol itself, a crowd massed in front of it with signs in the air.

Not a famous person — a royal surrounded by photographers, dead within three years.

Not an explosion — two towers, side by side, one blasting apart from the center. The exact configuration. Seven years before the planes hit.

These were not large targets. These were bullseyes that had not been painted yet.

That is where coincidence does not just strain. It snaps.

Now, the skeptic will say the towers were already a target. He is right. The World Trade Center was bombed in 1993, one year before the card. Anyone drawing a terrorist attack in 1994 could have reached for those buildings.

But look at how the 1993 attack happened. It was a truck bomb in the underground parking garage. It came from below.

The card does not show that. It shows a tower blown open halfway up, in the air — which is what happened in 2001, not in 1993. If the artist had been drawing the attack he remembered, he would have drawn a basement.

And the Pentagon had never been hit like that. There was no memory to draw that from. Two cards, two targets, and both of them hit on the same morning.

The skeptic will say four hundred cards gives coincidence room to work. Large pool. Many chances. Some things are bound to line up.

But here is what the skeptic cannot explain with a large pool and many chances.

Human planners are bound by time. Even if a shadowy room planned 9/11 in 1994, they could not control a respiratory virus spreading across the globe twenty-five years later. They could not guarantee a princess would die in a Paris tunnel, running from the very kind of people drawn on her card, less than three years after it was printed. They could not make birds drown in black water in the Gulf of Mexico fifteen years into the future.

Human schemes do not survive thirty years of history with this kind of precision.

Only one kind of declaration does.

He tells it before it happens, so that when it happens you will know Who told you.

Isaiah says it the same way. God asks which of the nations can declare what is coming, and then tells them the reason He does it — that you may know and believe and understand that I am.

The One telling you before it happens is the One who told Moses His name at the bush.

That is not coincidence. That is not inside knowledge from a shadowy room.

That is the fingerprint of the One who stands outside of time — who sees every event before it occurs, who knows the end from the beginning, whose declarations never return void.

All three groups found the fingerprints. Not one of them could say whose hand left them.

Christ — who is God — declares the future before it happens.

The men who wrote the movies and the TV shows, and the designers who made the cards, did not have secret knowledge from hidden societies. They did not have hand signals. They did not have access to elite circles of power.

They had the Spirit of Christ dwelling inside them.

Centuries before Jesus walked the earth, the prophets spoke of His suffering. Not because they were guessing. Not because they were clever. Because Christ Himself was in them, testifying through them, foretelling a time when He would suffer greatly inside human flesh.

That is real illumination. That is the source every Illuminati researcher is looking for and missing.

Isaiah was a prophet. Daniel was a prophet. Ezekiel was a prophet. They foretold the future with perfect accuracy — not thirty years out, but hundreds and thousands.

And their source was never hidden. It was proclaimed openly. Thus says the LORD.

One Spirit. Many vessels.

And this was the design from the beginning. Not from Paul. Not from the prophets. From the fourth chapter of Genesis, four generations after Adam, in the first sentence Scripture gives about men seeking Him. But your newer translation will not tell you this.

Inwardly.

Read that word again, because no other Bible on your shelf has it. Every one of them says call upon the name of the LORD. Upon. From outside, aimed at something above you.

Wycliffe wrote inwardly. Not up. Not out. In.

That is the first time in Scripture men go looking for Him, and the direction they went was inward.

Not toward a temple. Not toward a priest. Not toward a building or a system. And not up in the sky, as though He were somewhere out in space, far off, watching from a distance.

Everyone looks up. He is not up there. He is here — inside you, inside me, inside the animals — walking this earth in every living thing.

The first men who called on His name called Him from within.

The conspiracy theorist looks outward, searching rooms and symbols for the source of the light. The institution looks outward too, building structures to hold what was never out there to be held.

Those first men went straight to where He was.

He is still there. Still telling it before it happens, so that when it happens you will know Who told you.

Only the One already inside the men who drew it could have known.

Why this game, and not some other?

The answer is simple. Look at Egypt.

They did not worship one god. They worshipped more than two thousand.

The Nile was Hapi, and the river’s flood was the lifeblood of Osiris, the god of the dead. Heqet was a goddess with the head of a frog, who sat at the birth of every child. Hathor wore the horns of a cow, and the bull Apis was kept in a temple and buried like a king. The sky was Nut. The earth was Geb. The dead were weighed by Anubis.

And above all of them was Ra, the sun. Egypt built its entire religion on the sun crossing the sky every day without fail.

Pharaoh himself was counted a living god.

That was the country Israel had been living in for four hundred years.

When Christ sent Moses to Pharaoh, He sent ten plagues along with him, and every one of them landed on something Egypt worshipped.

And Scripture says outright what He was doing.

He did not simply free the captives. He went after their gods and showed the whole country that every one of them was something He had control over. He was the God of their gods.

The river turned to blood. Seven days of it, from bank to bank.

The frogs came up out of that same river and filled every house in Egypt. They worshipped a frog-headed goddess, and now they could not walk across a room without stepping on one.

The cattle sickened and died in the fields. The cow and the bull they bowed to, rotting where they fell.

The sun went out for three days. The god Egypt built its religion on could not get across the sky.

And the firstborn died in every house — including the house of the man they called a living god, and the son who would have been the next one.

He did not need two thousand plagues. He took the greatest gods they had, and every idol behind them fell with them.

That is the pattern. When a name is stolen and draped over a lie, Christ strikes the lie carrying the name.

Now look at what Satan did with a word.

He took illuminati — the word the Latin Bible uses for the believers themselves, the word for what Christ does to every man born — and he draped it over secret societies and dark rooms until nobody could hear it without flinching. He made the Light sound like a conspiracy.

The Vulgate calls the believers the illuminated ones.

And it says the true Light illumines every man.

That is the word he stole. The word for what Christ does to every soul that comes into the world — draped over hidden hands and dark rooms until the Light itself sounded sinister.

So Christ struck the thing carrying the stolen name.

Not a random card game. The one called Illuminati. Printed in 1994 by men who thought the whole idea was a joke — laughing at secret societies and hidden hands while they drew it, never knowing whose hand was on their own backs. And on that deck, seven years before it happened, was a tower struck and burning, and the Pentagon in flames.

They did not author the darkness. They did not know what they were drawing. The warning was never theirs. It was His.

That is the same move He made in Egypt. Go to the counterfeit. Prove whose it is.

Christ is the True Illuminati.

Satan’s plan was a joke.

A company made a game to laugh at people who believe in hidden hands, and a hidden hand used it. They put the word Illuminati on the box, and the One the word belongs to put the towers on a card seven years early.

They thought they were being clever.

Look at everything I have shown you. A king named before he was born. A planet painted blue before anyone could see it. A deck of cards printed years before the towers fell. None of it came out of a shadowy room.

I do not know about you, but for me that is evidence. Laid out together, in one place, for the first time.

Christ is real. He is Illuminati.

Open your eyes.