Satanic Apotheosis apotheosis (a.poth.e.o.sis): from a Greek root word which means to make a god of, this refers to a human being attaining the status of a god Sid, a High-Adept Satanist, wanted to talk me about the possibility of working for him. He was looking for an assistant to help his practice of an ancient form of ceremonial ritual. I was a curious teenager. Assured that if I met with Sid, he would do me no harm and told that I would be paid three hundred dollars just to have a nice chat with him, the situation seemed intriguing – so I agreed. Following careful instructions, I was introduced to the driver who would take me to the meeting. I was impressed by the classic Jag he drove. Sid didn’t want me to know where he lived. As we drove to our appointment, the driver gave me a type of blindfold. It was a pair of wraparound sunglasses with the lenses painted black. Anyone in a car passing by would have thought that I was just wearing sunglasses. But once they were on, I couldn’t see a thing. The driver was very polite but not talkative. He did however offer to play music and I told him that I liked rock and roll. When the Rolling Stone’s Sympathy for the Devil began to play on the eight-track tape, I felt a chill in my spine. So I felt a little creeped out as we drove there. I wondered if I was making a mistake, but my curiosity had the best of me and I didn’t back down. I never saw the outside of the mansion because I was instructed to keep the glasses on until we were in the garage. There were several butlers there, and the garage was quite large and parked a number of luxury cars. The driver went off to wait in the kitchen, where he had been promised lunch and I was led into a hallway, where I met Sid. In spite of my apprehension, once I met him, Sid turned out to be a very non-threatening man. He apologized for the secrecy. He explained that he understood how much contempt some people have for Satanists, and that he just didn’t want to be publicly identified as one. His mansion was very beautiful and tasteful. I commented that one of his paintings was a wonderful reproduction of a Monet painting. He laughed and corrected me. None of his paintings were reproductions, of course. I noticed that all of the paintings were either landscapes or realistic portraits of him. Every room had at least several paintings of him. And there were a number of statues of him which were of different sizes and styles. There were several statues of the Buddha in the traditional meditation pose, but they all had Sid’s face. When I made that observation, he explained that his nickname Sid had come from Siddhartha, the name of the historical Buddha. As he showed me some of the rooms on the first floor of his mansion, two of his butlers followed at a respectful distance. They never spoke unless spoken to, and they never took their eyes off of Sid. When we sat down together in his spacious living room, the two butlers situated themselves at either side of the doorway and stood as still as statues. He took a cigarette from a silver box on the table, offered me one, which I took, and as we smoked, he explained to me why he wanted to have this nice little chat. He said that he had researched my bloodlines. According to him it turned out that one of my paternal ancestors was Jewish. He had converted from Judaism to Christianity primarily for business reasons. Apparently in the 1800s, if you were a horse trader in Georgia it was more profitable to be a Baptist than to be a Jew. But what had interested Sid was that this paternal ancestor of mine happened to be a verifiable descendent of a well-known Rabbi in Europe. And that Rabbi was widely believed to be a descendent of King Solomon. And Sid claimed that this genealogy was believable because of multiple ancestors of his with claims to Solomonic ancestry. So Sid explained to me, in very exacting terms, that King Solomon had lots of wives, lots of children, lots of descendants – and that I was one of them. I have to say that I could have cared less whether or not this was true, but Sid cared, and that was his interest in me. He had studied something called the Keys of Solomon. It’s a spiritual working in which you can supposedly command demons. It’s a form of ceremonial ritual involving sigils and incantations. A sigil is a type of curly cue symbol that can be drawn for the purpose of attuning one’s mind to the mind of a demon or some other spiritual entity. The Keys of Solomon is a ritual which is so exacting that one might consider it to be a form of psychic technology. However, virtually every book written about the Keys of Solomon contains at least some deliberate misinformation so that only an Adept would be able to correctly interpret the information. Sid was an expert on the Keys of Solomon. He claimed that his great wealth had largely been built on successes which came from his mastery of the Keys of Solomon. He could invoke demons, and they would psychically give him advice and perform other favors for him. At his bidding they would go forth and sabotage his business rivals. They would influence the minds of his business partners to his advantage. However, although he had tried, he had never been able to invoke Lucifer, the prince of demons, to do his bidding. Unlike some Satanists, he distinguished a difference between Lucifer and Satan. The latter being infinitely more powerful. The former being the source of enlightenment which brings you to Satan, just as Christ brings the faithful to God. I have to tell you that, as he explained all this to me, he didn’t sound like a crazy man. In fact, I found everything he said to be quite credible. And although he may have been manipulating my emotions through psychic methods, he wasn’t lying to me about anything. Sid went on to explain to me that his considerable research had indicated to him that only a descendent of King Solomon could invoke and control the demon prince, Lucifer. Although his own bloodlines were quite impressive, they didn’t include King Solomon. He said that he was looking to hire a “sorcerer’s apprentice”. He wanted someone with the proper bloodlines whom he could train to do the Keys of Solomon working, to invoke and command Lucifer. He said that he had other prospects with the proper bloodlines, but he had done an analysis of the astrological significance of my conception and birth dates and apparently my chart indicated that I was optimum for his purposes... something about my being conceived shortly before Christmas and being born under the sign of Virgo. So I was the first prospect to whom he had made this proposition. I felt flattered. He was a well-spoken and insightful man. I enjoyed talking with him. He spoke as if he knew my mind on many matters. He was aware of the fact that I had some relatives who were Satanists (although my parents were not Satanists and knew nothing about the Illuminati). Sid was aware of my childhood ritual abuse and my rejection of attempts to coerce me into joining a Satanic cult. He explained that his particular form of Satanism was not like that of my relatives and the others who had abused me as a child. He made it clear that he was opposed to any ritualistic or sexual abuse of children. He was emphatic that he personally did not believe in the use of blood rituals in his practices. He stated that he never had and never would ritualistically sacrifice an animal or a human being. He rejected the practices of cannibalism and blood drinking as being crude and beneath him. He described the sexmagick rituals which some Satanists indulge in as being ridiculous. He believed that those who included violence or sex in a Satanic ritual had an inferior understanding of Satanism. What he said put me at ease. I felt that the problems which I’d had with other Satanists were not going to crop up with him. He described Satanism being like a maze, in which there were many false paths which lead only to a dead-end, but that there was a single true path – which when taken would lead out of the maze of confusion. He was one of an elite few who knew of that true path which leads to the ultimate union with Satan. I felt at that point that he was speaking honestly and that his understanding of Satanism held great authority. I found myself hanging on his every word. He succinctly told me the story of his life. He said that as a child his Christian parents had forced him to go to Church every Sunday against his will. But while he sat there in silence, his mind would be busy. He would mentally curse God and think the most foul blasphemies. So that even at a young age, in his heart, he was already turning away from Christ and toward Satan.

"... This business had various ways that the victim’s flesh could be prepared for eating . These would be stews, sausages and so forth . And this all sold for large amounts of money . But the customer was expected to buy a whole person. One couldn’t just buy a few sausages . One had to buy all the meat that had been harvested and prepared from the victim of one’s choice...."

"... Wealthy Luciferian aristocrats would throw exclusive parties . And the guests at these parties would feast on the flesh of the chosen victim..."

Compare with Hot Dog emails:

"...I think Obama spent about $65,000 of the tax-payers money flying in pizza/dogs from Chicago for a private party at the White House not long ago, assume we are using the same channels?..." (2009-05-14)

"...The next three months are going to be rougher internally than in Beijing. Between 7th and 1600, no fun. Hope you're doing ok. I'm dreaming about your hotdog stand in Hawaii... " (2015-09-03)

Only human meat hot dogs could be so expensive, they are ready to eat from Chicago. Also there are pizzas or child traveling for abusing them in DC.

"But he conceded that his brother often says--in a voice that seems only half-joking--his biggest goal after the White House is to run a hot-dog stand in Hawaii "

Source here Podesta said that to WaPo So on 2015 Podesta made his own butchery on Hawaii??