The Illuminati is real, and it's everywhere.

But our people - they chose to do away with all of them. They created sameness (one world). We’ve been told the chief elder knew everything. Things no one else did. But I had learned that knowing what something is is not the same as knowing how something feels. Be curious. I got lost, the good kind of lost. This was forbidden? I didn’t know what to think, what to believe. Have faith, the Giver told me. He said faith - that was seeing beyond. He compared it to the wind - something felt, but not seen. Don’t except what is the truth just because it’s coming from someone you respect. Memories are not just about the past, they determine our future. You can change things. You can make things better. It was life, it just seemed more complete. Because if you can’t feel - what’s the point? The triangle of rocks, it’s real, what’s past there - the boundary of memory. What do you think would happen if you chose not to be injected? There is something wrong. Everything is wrong. Skip your injections, put the apple (forbidden fruit) over the sensor, it’ll think it’s your hand (mark of the beast). I wish I had been there when the memories returned. They were the Truth. The elders and their rules were the lie. It was real, from far behind me, from the place that I left. Perhaps it was only an echo. But it was enough. It would lead us all home.
The Giver: movie
For if leisure and security were enjoyed by all alike, the great mass of human beings who are normally stupefied by poverty would become literate and would learn to think for themselves; and when once they had done this, they would sooner or later realise that the privileged minority had no function, and they would sweep it away. In the long run, a hierarchical society was only possible on a basis of poverty and ignorance. Ignorance is Strength (to them). The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake. How does one man assert his power over another. By making him suffer. Obedience is not enough. Unless he is suffering, how can you be sure that he is obeying your will and not his own? Power is inflicting pain and humiliation. A world of fear and treachery and torment, a world of trampling and being trampled upon, a world which will grow not less but more merciless as it refines itself. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—for ever.