This investigation made me think of a short story I read years ago, "Young Goodman Brown" (1835), by the well-known writer Nathaniel Hawthorne. I just re-read it and found some intriguing connections to pizzagate, involving elites engaging in secret Satanic rituals and the Satanic sacrifice of children.
"Young Goodman Brown" is set in Puritan New England and tells the story of a pious young man who discovers that the respected religious and political leaders of his day apparently worship Satan in secret - the sort of thing we believe some of today's elites are involved in.
The story also provides a recipe for a witches' ointment, one ingredient of which is "the fat of a baby." With a little research, I found that this wasn't something made up by Hawthorne, but was a real "witches' recipe," which is something to keep in mind as we research the Satanic ritual abuse of children, and people like Marina Abramovich.
In "Young Goodman Brown," a witch and a man who is actually the devil meet up in a forest on their way to a ritual. The witch mocks the young man Goodman Brown as a "silly fellow," then mentions that her broomstick was stolen, apparently forcing her to walk to the ritual despite having anointed herself with "flying ointment." ("Flying ointment" was supposedly made to allow witches to fly, but in actuality the recipe included some potentially lethal substances which could have caused hallucinations.) The two discuss the recipe for flying ointment, with the devil mentioning the ingredient of "the fat of a new-born babe."
"Ah, forsooth, and is it your worship indeed?" cried the good dame. "Yea, truly is it, and in the very image of my old gossip, Goodman Brown, the grandfather of the silly fellow that now is. But—would your worship believe it?—my broomstick hath strangely disappeared, stolen, as I suspect, by that unhanged witch, Goody Cory, and that, too, when I was all anointed with the juice of smallage, and cinquefoil, and wolf's bane."
"Mingled with fine wheat and the fat of a new-born babe," said the shape of old Goodman Brown.
"Ah, your worship knows the recipe," cried the old lady, cackling aloud...
At least two horror films, "Warlock" and "The Witch," have depicted infants being killed in order to make this potion.
And these are a couple of passages from the story about elites being secret Satan worshippers:
"I have a very general acquaintance here in New England. The deacons of many a church have drunk the communion wine with me; the selectmen of divers towns make me their chairman; and a majority of the Great and General Court are firm supporters of my interest. The governor and I, too—But these are state secrets."
Among them, quivering to and fro between gloom and splendor, appeared faces that would be seen next day at the council board of the province, and others which, Sabbath after Sabbath, looked devoutly heavenward, and benignantly over the crowded pews, from the holiest pulpits in the land. Some affirm that the lady of the governor was there. At least there were high dames well known to her, and wives of honored husbands, and widows, a great multitude, and ancient maidens, all of excellent repute, and fair young girls, who trembled lest their mothers should espy them. Either the sudden gleams of light flashing over the obscure field bedazzled Goodman Brown, or he recognized a score of the church members of Salem village famous for their especial sanctity. Good old Deacon Gookin had arrived, and waited at the skirts of that venerable saint, his revered pastor.
"There," resumed the (devil), "are all whom ye have reverenced from youth. Ye deemed them holier than yourselves, and shrank from your own sin, contrasting it with their lives of righteousness and prayerful aspirations heavenward. Yet here are they all in my worshipping assembly. This night it shall be granted you to know their secret deeds: how hoary-bearded elders of the church have whispered wanton words to the young maids of their households; how many a woman, eager for widows' weeds, has given her husband a drink at bedtime and let him sleep his last sleep in her bosom; how beardless youths have made haste to inherit their fathers' wealth; and how fair damsels—blush not, sweet ones—have dug little graves in the garden, and bidden me, the sole guest to an infant's funeral..."
You have to wonder if something besides imagination led Hawthorne to write this story. Hawthorne is said to have written YGB partly out of a sense of guilt for the deeds of two of his Puritan ancestors, one of whom was a judge in the Salem witchcraft trials, and the other a magistrate who had sentenced a woman to a public whipping. Both of those incidents do seem to be alluded to in the story, but neither involved secret Satanic rituals by the respected leaders of his day. If that element wasn't just the product of imagination, perhaps it was taken from rumors of the day, just as rumors seem to surround the secretive and immoral activities of elites today.
For the record, the plot of the story is this: Newlywed Goodman Brown leaves his beloved wife, Faith, one evening, to go on an errand which will take him into the forest. Apparently he knows he's heading to a witches' sabbath, and feels he's doing evil, but goes anyway. He meets up with an older man in the forest who is the leader of the Satanic ritual, and Hawthorne makes it clear that the man is Satan himself in fleshly form. Brown tells the man he wants to return to Faith, but the man mocks him, telling him his worshippers include the elites of his day, and Brown doesn't end up turning back. Then they meet up with a pious old woman who taught Brown his catechism, and it becomes clear she's really a witch. Brown also hears the voices of his revered minister and a deacon, and realizes they worship Satan too. Finally he comes across a ribbon from his wife's hair, and as he joins the Satanic ritual, which will initiate new converts to Satan, he discovers that Faith has come too. He tells her to resist Satan, and when he does he suddenly finds himself alone. The story suggests that perhaps he just dreamed the whole episode, but also notes that Brown was a faithless and bitter man afterward for the rest of his life.