It was in 1933, on the eve of the Vernal Equinox, a major occult holiday, that Giuseppe Zangara, an Italian immigrant who became a naturalized citizen on September 11, 1929 and would soon make his brief cameo on the world stage as a self-styled revolutionary, is executed.
Only months earlier, the day after Valentine's Day, he is alleged to have fatally wounded the mayor of Chicago, Anton Cermack, in the course of an alleged attempt on the life of President Franklin D. Roosevelt that left four others injured. The latter, who was America's 32nd president, was speaking at Bayfront Park in Miami (nicknamed "Magic City") when the shots were allegedly fired from 32-year-old Zangara's .32 caliber pistol. 32 is the penultimate degree of the Scottish Rite of Masonry. Roosevelt was a 33rd Degree Mason and his would-be assassin was executed exactly 33 days after shooting at him. It was only the beginning of the 33rd year of a very strange and frightening century.
The symbolism of Valentine's Day is deeply esoteric and it is ultimately connected with the ancient gods of the mystery religions. Cupid is the son of Venus, a form of Queen Semiramis.
Many believe Valentine's Day has its roots in a very ancient occult festival called Lupercalia ("Wolf Festival") that was celebrated from February 13 to 15, thus ending on the precise day when Zangara allegedly committed this shooting. This ceremony possibly predated ancient Rome, but was certainly practiced there. It was dedicated to Lupercus, the god of shepherds, who is depicted as a wolf. The participants of this ritual were members of an order of priests called the "brothers of the wolf," or Luperci. Lupercus is sometimes identified with Faunus, a form of the horned god that Margaret Murray believed to be the "god of the witches" worshiped across Europe, and which was the model for the Devil.
At the beginning of the festival, two goats and a dog are sacrificed, and two participants are led to the altar where their foreheads are anointed with the sacrificial blood. Afterward, they are expected to smile and laugh. A feast would follow, and the participants would wear the skins of the dead goats. Of course, the goat is a central symbol of western occultism and of the Devil. It is the popularly known form of Baphomet, an entity served by the Knights Templar.
The mysterious Giuseppe Zangara was a bricklayer (a "Mason") who is alleged to have learned about Roosevelt's speech at Bayfront Park on February 13, meaning that the official narrative places the genesis of his plan on the first day of Lupercalia and its bloody initiation on the final day.
On February 14 (Valentine's Day), the second day of the sacrificial ceremony, Zangara was allegedly met by none other than James Shelby Downard, who was directed to him by mysterious parties while seeking financial help for his parents and who became an eyewitness to his brief moment in history. From page 183 to 184 of The Carnivals of Life and Death, Downard's surreal autobiography, we read:
When I got to Miami, the lawyer said he couldn't see me until the next day, and that because all the hotels were full due to the speech that President Roosevelt was going to make in Miami's Bayfront Park, he would call the Alhambra Hotel and see if some arrangement might be made for me. He told me that I should just go there immediately and ask for -----. I followed his instructions and upon obtaining a room I called and thanked him.
When I arrived at the lawyer's office the next morning, expecting to get information about my parents' business difficulties in Nassau, he instead told me to go to a hotel on Miami beach and talk to a man named Zangara who would actually give me the information I came to get. Frustrated by the runaround, I took a cab to the hotel and found Mr. Zangara in a room above a hamburger joint where we had a burger and drank a half-pint of whiskey. He didn't speak English very well and basically I didn't know what he was talking about, so I said goodbye and left. The rest of the day I just roamed around downtown Miami.
After an early breakfast the next morning, I went to the Bayfront Park where a few early birds gathered to get good seats for FDR's speech. Gradually, more people drifted in until all the seats were taken. At 9:30, FDR arrived in an open automobile that stopped in front of the grandstand. On the grandstand eh made a short speech. It was then that I walked toward the automobile FDR was in and saw Mr. Zangara standing in front of the car with a pistol. An instant later, shooting started.
It was reported that Zangara stood up on a bench and shot Margret Kruis and William Sinnott in the head, and Mayor of Chicago Anton Cermak and Mrs. Joseph Gilk, wife of the president of Florida Power & Light Company, in the abdomen, and that a "bullet nicked the forehead of Russell Caldwell, a Coconut Grove youth." Of course, eyewitnesses to accidents and other violent incidents often see things dfifferently, and it is true that sometimes the same incident, seen from different positions, can be perceived differently. Even pictures taken at the same time from different angles can sometimes convey differing impressions. During the many years since then, I have seen some films represented as having been taken of that incident, and while the theme (i.e. the attempted assassination of FDR) was the same, they differed in every other way. For example, one film shows Zangara standing in front of the automobile FDR was in. If some of those films were shown side by side, it would be logical to assume that one or more was intended as a reenactment but for some reason or other turned out faulty by chance, or by way of connivance.
Much of Downard's life is absolutely surreal and yet an incredible amount of obscure details about the individuals and institutions he claims to have encountered can be verified. Throughout his book, it is made clear that the strange events surrounding him were part of some incomprehensibly enormous occult ritual in which even his parents were participants. If his account was accurate, then the apparently 'lone' nut Zangara was part of something much larger than the dominant narrative of history would have us believe.
It would be widely alleged that the Mafia was the hidden hand behind Zangara's outburst, and that there was a second gunman. According to this theory, the real target was Mayor Cermak, the only one who was actually killed in the shooting, and a known enemy of Frank Nitti, head of the Mafia in Chicago. Zangara served in the Italian Army during World War I and was an expert marksman, a fact which raises questions about the contention that he hit the wrong man despite having a clear view of the president. These issues foreshadow aspects of the controversy surrounding the mysterious death of President John F. Kennedy. As a writer, Downard had a very minimal output. It was his famous essay King Kill 33, which examines the occult (specifically Masonic) symbolism surrounding that assassination, that established his legend in conspiracy circles everywhere. As the title suggests, he argues that what happened in Dallas was in actuality a very ancient sacrificial rite known as the killing of the king. That said, the language employed by Zangara in his confession is rather interesting: “I have the gun in my hand. I kill kings and presidents first and next all capitalists.”
The idea that the Chicago Mafia was the prime force behind the shooting in is quite a perfect example of a "false sponsor" - a small sector of the criminal underworld, an individual intelligence agency, or a single political faction that is scapegoated as a diversion from the shadows of the occult Cryptocracy. As such, Nitti would be killed almost exactly ten years after Zangara's execution, on March 19, 1943, two days before the Vernal Equinox. On the railroad tracks at Cermak Road, he is alleged to have "committed suicide while temporarily insane and in a despondent state of mind." He had, according to witnesses employed by the railroad (one of the most popular professions among rank-and-file Masons), shot a hole in his fedora before managing to fire off two into his head. He rests in Mount Carmel Cemetery, left of the main entrance from Roosevelt Road. All coincidence? Perhaps. Of course, it may be yet another bloody hint that the comfortable illusion of absolute rationalism has not made sorcery disappear.