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When you are a security guard you see a lot of unusual and interesting people in your duties. A particular person at any particular time may or may not grab your interest, and in as much as guards are trained to watch for special points of interest, one person scuffling along a sidewalk on North Theresa Avenue near Washington Street kept attracting my attention; not so much as that he or she may be involved in some criminal activity, but because of their physical condition. I first noticed this individual bent over and crouched against an alley wall, and my thought at that point was that this person was drunk and intoxicated to the point of incapacity. The person made a weak wave to me with a hand, and I sloughed that movement off as a hobo that probably would be moving on in short order.
After a few minutes of patrolling the vehicles lined up and down an adjoining street, my view again came in contact with this person, who now had moved onto the sidewalk near the apartment building, and I could plainly see it was an elderly black person that was having great difficulty walking, had a metal cane for support, huddled beneath a rather large trench coat that hung sloppily over a misshapen frame. The person obviously was injured and possibly in pain.
I continued to watch on each additional trip past that point, and noted that this person was handicapped, made many encumbered steps, was bent almost at a seventy degree angle from the hip and could only move a few inches at a time. The person would stop, rest, and then hobble a little further in a desired direction, and repeat that sequence over and over. I recall the words “My God!” coming to mind. The next trip this person appeared to be heading my way, but changed course and went back towards Washington Avenue. “This is not right,” I said to myself, “I better see if help is needed.”
I slowly walked towards the person whose head seemed completely hidden beneath the collar of the coat as I approached from the rear.
“Hello, do you need some help?” I asked as politely as I could. In tight little increments of movement a head began to rise and the body turning artificially to allow an African-American lady’s face to arise, reminding me strangely of a turtle’s head coming out of its shell to look around, and two large brown eyes in the middle of a face, I swear, resembled “ET,” the extra-terrestrial, in Steven Spielberg’s movie: all the wisdom, pain, longing of a lifetime written there. She was mustering strength to talk, one foot shuffled ahead of the other finding footing in her worn boots. Then she seemed prepared to speak:
“Yes, no, ah….” she appeared at a loss for words, words that sounded weak and unsure. “I … I’m just walking…” And barely at that, I thought. We stared at each other for a minute or so, her with both hands cradling the top of the cane, looking for the entire world like George Steven’s Yoda movie character, but a Yoda that was seriously injured.
“She lifted her head and this time gave me a strong, soul–searching look from two gorgeously bulbous and pitifully sad eyes: ‘Annie!’”
“Are you in pain?” I asked. I could see her eyes were matted by the cold weather and the tears that continued to wet her face. Her mind was dulled by age, but she still was active in searching for words, lips nervously moving to form expression.
“Yes,” she barely spoke audibly, “I…I…walk…walk for exercise.”
“Does it help, I mean the pain?” She nodded slowly.
“How long have you had this condition?”
She gave a weak laugh, “Long time, now…” She would glance up briefly as she spoke and then glance down at the sidewalk and remain gazing at the concrete. I thought for a moment.
Her withered and crippled hand slowly crept into her coat pocket and, grasped in a mangled fist, she brought out a wrinkled and dirty page of paper; Annie painfully placed it into my palm and folded my fingers over it as best her aged hand could. She again attempted a weak smile.
“What’s your name?” I asked. She again gave a weak laugh.
She lifted her head and this time gave me a strong, soul–searching look from two gorgeously bulbous and pitifully sad eyes: “Annie!” She expressed it almost defiantly as if a different plateau of relationship had been reached. I smiled back at her.
“My name is Ted, Officer Ted Darling,” I replied. “Ted,” she repeated in almost a whisper. There was silence for a moment. “Will you be out here in the cold long?” I asked. “No, no, I have to take my medicine…” It was obvious that I shouldn’t go much further into her personal business.
“Well, if you need any help at all, I’ll be walking by here every so often, don’t hesitate to call out for me, okay…Annie?” She slowly lowered her head up and down.
“What…what…arthritis, rickets….what…?” I felt I should probe a little further. She insipidly nodded at the paper she gave me.
She gave another weak laugh: “Yes, everything,” but her words came slow and almost in gasping breaths, “arthritis, diabetes, and neuropathy…everything…”
“Okay,” I relinquished. And for a few more passes on my patrol I continued to watch her struggle moving diseased limbs and joints slowly down the sidewalk and slowly back in the other direction, occasionally resting her weight on the apartment wall. Then, sometime after sunset, she was gone and did not return.
The soiled and worn paper she gave me was headed in large bold letter: “If Annie Williams should be found ill and needs help, the following is a list of medications and medical conditions you should know about…,” and what jumped off the page was a conflagration in a menagerie of disease and medicine that even I could not comprehend, and I promised myself I’d research the mysterious text as soon as possible. That mission came that evening before the public library closed. I headed home with a bag of medical books, settled at the kitchen table beneath a laptop computer, my investigatory juices parleyed the Internet into an ink pen dirge of medical facts. Annie’s ailments seemed daunting and unflinching: “Friedreich Ataxia, spinocerebellar tract, Hulter monitor, rheumatoid arthritis, crippling skeletal fluorosis, osteosclerosis of pelvis and vertebra, musculoskeletal fibrokeratoma, scoliosis, bursitis, Paget’s disease….” Photo after photo showed broken, disjointed, twisted and medically diseased bodies, many with strained looks of fought-against pain. The list of medication used in treatment was just as disheartening as it allowed me to create in my mind belched visions of therapeutic mayhem that, I had read, such torture surely existed in the 18th century London Bedlam madhouse: “…Paracetamol, Pfizerpen-G, Percocet, Oxycontin, Naproxen Ibepuron, Ibuprofen, Neorontin …” About an hour into my indefatigable, cavernous research, a creeping reportorial nausea and sweating enveloped me, causing me to slam shut an opened medical book and slump crumpled into my chair as a dilapidated shack of depressed and weary flesh and bone. It was a sleepless night.
I certainly was on the alert for my new-found friend. The first night of patrol: nothing. The same disappointment for the second, third, and the fourth nights: sadness took hold of me, an almost heightened sense of freight that I might not see Annie again. Then, on the fifth day, there she was standing at the alley way, she slowly moved her hand side to side at her typical stomach level, her style of waving beneath her chronic pain.
“About nine-hundred-feet away, on the next street, time seemed to agonizingly creep as I attended to the lady’s problem.”
“Annie! I’ve been hoping to see you again!” But just as I lifted a foot to walk in her direction, a hysterical voice came from behind me: “Officer! Officer, can you assist me? I think I locked my keys in my car! Can you help?” Caught in the dilemma of decision, I shouted to Annie: “Stay there, please; I’ll be back in a minute, please wait.” Annie’s awkward rolling of her head on a nonexistent neck indicated her affirmation to wait for me.
About nine-hundred-feet away, on the next street, time seemed to agonizingly creep as I attended to the lady’s problem. Suddenly, the wail of sirens filled the air. From my vantage point I could barely see where on North Theresa Avenue the panic and canopy of scintillating blue-red, white circus of EMS and police lights were coming from. I knew something serious had happened; but I also knew the police were fully in control.
“…the panic and canopy of scintillating blue-red, white circus of EMS and police lights…”
It was ‘sometime’ before I was finished with the locked keys incident. The EMS and the police had long gone from North Theresa. The street was empty and dark and forlorn in the cold chill. I could only stare in desperation towards Washington Avenue. And then – ‘He’came – turning the far corner of the building, quickly, swiftly, courageously, directly towards me as if on a mission, the pillar of his body passing through shadows created by the silver moonlight; tall, almost if on stilts, uniformed in stylish dark tailored linen trousers, his full-length solid black overcoat caressing his stride, syn-chronically whipping around his legs as he placed one foot strategically in front of the other in some seeming choreographed dance or march. I had no fear of his advance. He suddenly stood before me, a towering black man with sparkling black eyes as if polished coal or those of a gazing deer, his complexion a viscerally hearty ruddy-brown. He had no furrowed brow and appeared to be a caricature of the best of health. The silence seemed to go on forever.
“My name is Olorun Smith. I’ve known Annie Williams for a long time, a very long time.”
“You are wondering about Annie?” he spoke very authoritatively.
“Yes. Yes, I am,” I felt entranced, gripped by almost feelings of euphoria, “who are you?”
“My name is Olorun Smith. I’ve known Annie Williams for a long time, a very long time. She is all right now. Oh, so many prayers have passed her lips. She is the happiest she has been in a long time.” His tone was not typically Afro-American, but had the brogue of direct African descendants. “There was a lot you did not know about Annie. Did you know that Annie was an artist when she was young? Indeed, the best of the best. In 1911 she was a world-class act at the Dark Town Follies at the Lafayette Club, was one of the originators of the Cakewalk, Ballin’ the Jack, and knew J. Leurie Hill, yes, yes, indeed. She danced nightly at the Savoy Ball Room for many years, and, and, in 1923 she was part of the Ziegfield Follies, the all black cast of the ‘Running Wild’ troupe. Annie was part of the 1936 Brown Sugar Revue at the world-renown Cotton Club; she sang with Lena Horne and performed regularly. But there is more: in 1925, Annie starred alongside Josephine Baker at the La Revue Ne’gre in Paris.” In a perspicacious flood of words in rapid fashion, for a good ten minutes, Mister Smith spoke in a symphonic deluge of panoramic life events and historic narration, reciting about a life that only could have been a fantasy-world panoply for many a young lady; a wishful dream to most young girls.
“There was a lot you did not know about Annie. Did you know that Annie was an artist when she was young? Indeed, the best of the best.”
“Where did you get all ‘that’ information?” I blurted out in total astonishment.
“I’ve held black teenage Civil War soldiers in my arms as their blood oozed the life out of their wounds; that life-giving serum flowing through my fingers. I stood by Sam Clemons as Cub Pilot aboard the riverboat Paul Jones as we fought Mississippi River sandbars. I have watched with Captain Kermit Beahan, as we dropped the Little Boy atomic bomb upon Nagasaki – we looked into the Eye of Beelzebub and saw the face of Hell. I whispered words of comfort and salvation as living bodies fell from flaming ledges of the Twin Towers on 9/11…..” Olorun’s eyes darkened even further in majestic intensity, a growing wisp of romantic fragrances emerging in the air…..
Olorum paused, then grinned in a beaming smile that demonstrated a mouth of uniform and brilliantly white teeth, “I have seen things that you could not begin to accept; events that stretch far beyond the capabilities of your mind. I have been to places that exceedingly surpass the meager events of this tiny planet. I have walked on beaches trillions of miles from here with water so pure and so clear that as you walk in it, it washes your soul. I have known a succulent tropic plant on a very distant world whose juices would cure all known diseases. I have been to the center of your sun, indeed, I have been to the center of a million suns. I have sat abroad comets and raced through the solar system. I rode the comet that rained its watery tail down on Noah. I have come face to face with Evil itself, and I have ‘won’.”
Olorum suddenly looked ahead, over my shoulder, abruptly realizing that something new, something propagating and urgent beckoned him, and he quickly rushed past me, whipping his overcoat against my side, dispersing mystical, aromatic, tropical scents of a combined unknown perfume reminiscent of Ralph Lauren, Michael Jordan Regal, and Chanel Pour Monsieur Concentrate. Stunned, I thought to myself only for a split-second, and then swirled around to confront him once again, “Mr. Smith!”
He was gone! Gone!
And I was left standing there with my heart pounding, immersed and lost in a violent mental flood as a rain drop fallen into an emotional sea, left with solemn and fantastic memories of Annie and the realization that this world was not nearly as real, or far more real, than it was before I met her.
The general public is greatly unaware of the multiple documents, incidents and personages that have become generally known as Unidentified Flying Objects (flying saucer). Irena McCammon Scott, PhD, is contributing her behind-the-scenes knowledge and past experiences of Top Secret files to add further facts and opinions on the topic.
Dr. Irena Scott has worked for the Dense Intelligence Agency and the Aerospace Center in satellite photography, and was a volunteer astronomer at the Ohio State University Radio Observatory. She worked for the Battelle Memorial Institute, and has held above top-secret security clearance at the U.S Department of Dense in Washington, D.C. Scott has held distinguished positions at Cornell University, University of Nevada, St. Bonaventure University, and the Ohio State University College of Medicine.
Dr. Irena Scott
“This also goes into a psychosocial study of why this highly significant statistical finding of the massive SR-14 was ignored and even lied about,” says Scott. “It also details the lying behind the Robertson Panel and gives an inside view of the interactions associated with this and the Pentacle Memo.” (p. 256)
(Sacred Corridors: Secrets Behind the Real Project Blue BOOK Wright-Patterson AFB, Roswell, Memory Metal, Dr. J. Allen Hynek and UFO Cover-ups, Irena McCammon Scott, PhD, Flying Disk Press, 4 St. Michaels Avenue, Ponefract, West Yorkshire, England WF 8 4 QX, 2019, 299 pages, $ 17.95.)
Scott takes us on an excursion of many known and little known facilities on the Wright-Patterson AFB (WPAFB) and their connection to the UFO Mystery.
VENTURES AND VAULTS AT WP
Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, Dayton Ohio (abbreviated here as WP), is not the only military or government operation that has entertained or housed UFO secrets. Most people are aware of the highly publicized and infamous Area 51 in Nevada (in Russia, it is SVRRE-YASENEVE; in India, it is THE RESEARCH AND ANALYSIS WING, New Delhi, as well as other nations), but WP has a history concerning UFOs apparently going back to 1947 with an alleged crashed disc at Roswell, New Mexico; the so-called “crash” occurred after only a few days after the Kenneth Arnold’s UFO sighting on June 24, 1947 near Mount Reiner, Washington. It was the Roswell Army Air Field that investigated and recovered the “debris” which, because of its highly controversial nature, was transported to special facilities at Wright-Patterson AFB, including a quick stop at Fort Worth, Texas.
Scott discovered the original radio broadcast in the Roswell Museum archives detailing the trek of the fragments. Radio announcer Joe Wilson said he had spoken to officials at the Wright Field (WF, later WP) and “they were expecting a delivery” at the Wright Field, Ohio. Brigadier General Roger Ramey mentioned the Army Air Force Research Center at Wright Field. “Wilson noted that Colonel William Blanchard refused to give details of what the disc (the Roswell UFO…SE) looked like.” (p. 18)
Scott takes the reader on a tour of the Air Base and examines, speculates about controversial sites and people.
Ufologist Earl Grey Anderson told that his mother had worked at an “underground city” intertwined by cafes, golf carts, movie theaters and a “very deep elevator” at a place somewhere in the desert near Area 51. There was mention of Wernher von Braun, Hermann Oberth, and Howard Hughes.
Co-investigators Bill Jones and Irena Scott had a suspicion that underground vaults or complexes existed beneath WP (and other facilities). Other investigators also shared such suspicions; one such person was Robert M. Collins, author of EXEMPT FROM DISCLOSURE and TV interviewee on UFO COVER-UP LIVE! Collins also speculates about WP facilities and underground vaults. The proverbial “Hanger 18,” where alien bodies were alleged to have been housed, said Collins, was actually Buildings 18-A, B, and C through G.
Researcher Tomas Carey and Donald Schmitt likewise wrote about the location of vaults at WP in their book INSIDE THE REAL AREA 51 and speculated that Building 18 was actually eight buildings, 18-18G that comprised the Power Plant Laboratory Complex (p. 22).
Scott and Jones, who actually toured WP and took photographs, also believe that a vast underground system exists at WP. It is divided into areas of A, B, C, and the supposed “Roswell Hanger” was a “group” of hangers near the runway in Area B and would actually be Building 4-B, and the “Roswell debris” would have been unloaded in the second B-hanger.
ENTITIES AT WP
If the speculations of the researchers are true, Roswell debris was taken to WF (later, WP) to what is now called WP Area B, and also contains the Avionics Laboratory Building which is presently called the Aero Propulsion Laboratory in Area B. It was sometimes called Building 18-D, the Power Plant Laboratory Complex (p. 23).
Alleged alien bodies are related to Building 18 and 23. Collins described it as Hanger 23, and sits between buildings 18F and 18A. Collins believed the debris was beneath Hanger 23 and the basement of building 18A connected to the basement of Hanger 23.
Building 23 was also called the Static Test Laboratory No. 1, built in 1934 “to house structural tests for aircraft carriers and parts,” a 52,000-square-foot “new state-of-the art Advanced Power-Research Lab,” possibly containing cold storage areas.
Collins told Scott that Building 739, west of Building 620, had a vault connecting Buildings 620 and 739. Collins also said that Building 30, built in 1942 as the Technical Data Annex No. 1, was also called WP Area B, Building 30, and Audio-visual Laboratory. Collins also said that Building 450, the Flight Dynamics Laboratory, had a second basement going in the direction of Building 30, close to medical Building 29, which also has a small vault.
THE INFAMOUS “BLUE ROOM”
Irena Scott, Tom Carey and Donald Schmitt, as well as many other researchers, have spoken of the legendary “Blue Room” that “Senators, presidential candidates and many others have been turned away from.” Scott claims to have been there in a UFO meeting (p. 30). It is described as the National Air and Space Intelligence Center (NASIC) in Area A, and home of the old ATIC and Blue Book (BB), or Building 856.
“It is unknown what the many monitors on the posts surrounding the building are for,” says Scott, “because most top cameras also monitored the area. Possibly they are also motion/infra-red statistics or some kind of very sensitive equipment.”
Scott and others have speculated that vaults exist beneath Building 856, large and deep, with a nearby mound facility, all with their own security system, laboratories and auditoriums. According to ufologists Carey and Schmitt, fellow researcher Leonard Stringfield “came away convinced that UFO artifacts as well as alien bodies were being stored in the FTD building.”
Stringfield was allegedly told by an informant that visitors to this “inner sanctum” were usually blind folded and then allowed to see a converted blue hanger with a secured room and large aquariums containing small, grey bodies with no hair and over-sized craniums (p. 31).
WP Building 856 was built in the 1970s and was called the Foreign Technology Division (FTD), which became the Foreign Aerospace and Technology Center (FASTC) in 1992, and then the National Air and Space Intelligence Center (NASIC) in 2003. Researcher Jennie Zeidman said that BB was centered in 263, not Hanger 18.
HIDEOUTS AT WRIGHT-PATTERSON
John G. Tiffany, according to ufologists Kevin Randle, Irena Scott, and Donald Schmitt, was a man dispatched from Wright Field (WF) to “retrieve the Roswell materials and possibly the space alien bodies at Fort Worth…(the son said) his father picked up metallic debris and a large cylinder that reminded his father of a huge thermos bottle.” (p. 33)
The late Brigadier General Arthur Exon was a Lieutenant Colonel stationed at WF at the time of the Roswell crash in 1947 and had flown over the area of the crash, observing ‘two distinct cash sites and gouges in the ‘pivotal areas.’”
Exon also referred to a “UFO controlling committee” consisting of “high-ranking military officers and intelligence people” named as “the unholy thirteen.”
Scott eludes that this may have lent to the legend of MJ-12 which has been highly fictionalized, though there does appear to be some basis in fact in light of the above comments. Quoting excerpts from the book FORDIDDEN SCIENCE (p. 304), and the McDonnell-Douglas Company, as well as the Astropower Company, the book speaks about clandestine UFO projects. “This indicates that a secret UFO study had continued in Washington,” says Scott (https://epdf.tips/forbidden-science-journals-1957-1969.html).
Scott mentions Carey and Schmitt and their belief about “large portions” of WPAFB having underground bunkers and tunnels, manmade hills in Area B. “They were told that the Propulsion Research and Development Building had a walkway/ramp that lead to an underground door, and also heard about underground refrigerated rooms,” says Scott.
Battelle, the world’s largest non-profit independent research and development organization, probably was sent some of the Roswell debris for analysis. “Battelle co-managed many atomic age’s top national laboratories on behalf of the U.S Department of Energy, including the Lawrence Livermore, Oak Ridge, and Brookhaven National laboratories.” (p. 37)
Irena Scott highlights and examines a “Pentacle Memorandum” which lent to exposing BB’s secret study SR-14 and other secret aspects. The Pentacle Memo, January 9, 1953, had a list of “distributees,” one was the Director of Battelle, Howard Cross, who also was also head of ProjectStork, under which SR-14 was conducted. The Memo recommended larger study areas, cameras, and possible jet scrambles.
Taking a cue from the JAWS movie and motif, “Just when again you though it safe….” to head back into the water, author and paranormal investigator Stephen Quayle has us questioning if it is “safe to explore beneath the ice,” the Antarctic ice, to be specific, as he produces eloquent documentation that the World War II Nazi Third Reich not only did ‘not’ disappear but had progressed into a futuristic Fourth Reich hidden around the globe and in a fortress in the South Pole called TerraAustralis (Southern Land), Neuschwabenland (New Swabia), Station 211, and “Polar Men.” German Admiral Karl Donitz spoke in 1943 of a Station 211 which “the German submarine fleet is proud of having built for the Fuhrer, in another part of the world, a Shangri-La on land, an impregnable fortress.”
Quayle takes the reader on a multi-layered trek through the various stages of the Fourth Reich, from Hitler’s Super U-boat trips to the Polar areas, to Rear Admiral Richard Byrd’s special Operation High Jump to confront the Fourth Reich Polar base, to the secret worldwide Nazi cabal that even infiltrated the United States of America, as well as many industries and corporations, all controlled by Nazi fascist Overlords who are faking our current space programs.
“That the Nazi program changed with the development of UFO technology once they moved to Station 211,” says Quayle, “the devices were perfected, and ships were employed to attack Byrd’s ships and planes that compromised the Operation High Jump expedition.”
Quayle’s book is a richly detailed and well-illustrated book into the history of Occult Nazism and its continuance and possible control of our present Earth and how that was accomplished.
“Be smart: For all the chaos and catastrophe of this epic year, the national and global economies are in a rare synchronized recovery, and the world hasn’t faced the kind of transcendent crisis it could next year: a Middle East conflagration, a terrorist spectacular, or a hot confrontation on the Korean Peninsula or in the South China Sea.
“We are living in abnormal times. The global liberal order is in an advanced state of meltdown. And as the world rapidly shifts from a uni-polar to a multi-polar reality, the international system itself is exposed to profound instability. If the situation is not handled with extreme care, the potential for a major collapse is real. The question is whether our world leaders are capable of fully understanding what is happening in real time and can muster the collective action to set new rules of the road.”
“At the top of that list is the president himself. In a text message sent to supporters, the Trump 2020 campaign said: ‘Dems raised millions off a lie. Now we FIGHT BACK!’ Separately, Trump has accused top FBI officials of ‘treason.’ Among other individuals excoriated by Trump, former FBI boss James Comey was dubbed a ‘terrible guy,’ and former CIA boss (and an admitted supporter of the Soviet-controlled Communist Party USA in the 1970s) John Brennan was slammed as a ‘sick person.’ House Intelligence Committee Chairman Adam Schiff, meanwhile, was slammed by Trump as a ‘sick person,’ while the chorus in Congress and beyond demanding his resignation continues to grow. Trump has also lashed out repeatedly at what he calls the ‘criminal Deep State.’
“Perhaps more importantly, following the end of Mueller’s investigation, Trump again said there was ‘treason’ — potentially a capital offense — going on in what had transpired. ‘There are a lot of people out there that have done some very, very evil things, very bad things — I would say treasonous things — against our country,’ the president told reporters, without specifying exactly who he was talking about. “And hopefully people that have done such harm to our country — we’ve gone through a period of really bad things happening — those people will certainly be looked at. I’ve been looking at them for a long time.”
“Plenty of extreme wrongs, including atrocities committed during war, are performed by comparatively ordinary people rather than by psychopaths. Since there are many examples of inexcusable extreme wrongs, we ought to conclude there are many evil actions. In this sense, evil is real.”
“Everybody’s talking about the word freedom. [But] what exactly does that mean? What does it mean to be free? He was somebody who was obsessed with this idea, but he didn’t feel free. He felt imprisoned even when he wasn’t in jail, which is, I think, the reason why he got so popular among prisoners. He had a real sense of being in prison—this idea that people are watching you and trying to keep you from getting to be a free person.
“Most people would call this paranoia in the clinical sense, but it was a global paranoia [and] most people feel it. You feel it most extremely when you’re in a situation where you actually are confined. Cooper was looking for the reasons why he felt confined even though he was living in America, supposedly the bastion of freedom. This became a search for him. I’m not trying to set him up as somebody who was an honest speaker, because he cut a lot of corners and said a lot of stuff that wasn’t true.
“He sense [was] ‘freedom is the most important thing I’m seeking, [so] why don’t I feel free?’ That was the thing that he really was concentrating on. I think that all this stuff with the Illuminati and the flying saucers and all this kind of stuff was his different reasons for why he wasn’t free, and why he was being kept from actually being a free human being. If he was just a huckster and full of shit all the time and trying to put things over on people, I wouldn’t have been interested enough to go through the whole thing.”
“Within a few minutes, however, they all became excited when it again rose from the water and tumbled up into the cloud layer. At about the same time a crew member below queried the bridge about a radar contact at the same range and bearing. Sonar also reported strange echos. The OOD called for the Captain to come to the bridge at that time. He also called for the camera to be sent to the bridge. The Captain arrived on the bridge within 2 minutes and the Chief Quartermaster was right behind him with the camera. At about the same time the object emerged from the clouds and fell down into the ocean. All five men witnessed this. The QMC took pictures as it rose up into the clouds and then back down into the ocean once again. The five men watched for quite a while longer but nothing else happened. Soon the sub had moved out of visual range and the Captain told all witnesses that they were never to discuss what they had seen with anyone under any circumstances. He stated that the incident was classified information. The Captain then went below and sent a radio msg. There was no doubt as to what we had seen. It was a metal craft with machinery on and around the outside of it. It appeared to have windows or lenses placed around its perimeter. It made no noise that we could hear. It did not disturb the subs electrical systems nor did it affect the gyro compass. It looked very much like a round flying ‘ship’ as in sea going ship. It had the shape and form of a saucer with a bowl inverted in the saucer and it was huge. ‘I will never forget it as long as I live.'”.
“The author Ms Gibson here lays out – beautifully – the rationale for Operation Paperclip, and the fact that these two separate articles came out in November 2005 kind of indicates that whoever controls the press these days is kind of ‘okay’ with the American people finding out about the Nazis working on US soil – 60 years after the fact. But are you beginning to understand now, that under no circumstances could that information be let out in 1947? What if you had just lost two sons fighting the Nazi’s – how would you react in 1947 to finding out they’re living in the United States and eating well on your tax dollars? All that I have just read introduces a topic I’ll be getting back to later… that these Paperclip scientists were not only brilliant when it comes to technology, but were both adept at and willing to perform experiments on human test subjects, specifically, she said, ‘to determine what pilots could withstand.’ I’m just warning you now that this lecture is going to take a very dark turn shortly.
“This is a January 1946 document from Mike Heiser‘s website. It originates from – of all places – looking at the top right, Wright Field, Dayton Ohio .. Again, the Wright Field connection, where the Roswell debris wound up. I’ve added the red text so you can read the small type of the report’s title – .. It’s unclassified now, but this is the actual cover page of a document that proves the United States “Air Corp” had a working knowledge of the German Flying Wings Designed by the Horten Brothers, and was authorized to begin work on them here in the US.
“NEPA (Nuclear Energy for Propulsion Aircraft) – This program focused on developing nuclear energy for the propulsion of aircraft. One of the significant obstacles with achieving the project goal was shielding pilots from radiation. Another problem was constructing a reactor light enough and small enough for an aircraft. A sub-problem for the testing involving the protection of occupants from radiation was that, eventually, human occupants would have to be put at risk. Redfern argues that, in the wake of the 1947 close of the Nuremberg trials—which called for the end of human experimentation—those involved in our testing program felt rushed to gain official permission to use human subjects. Attempts were made to procure legislation allowing human experimentation. Documentation indicates that, eventually, prisoners and mental patients from U.S jails and institutions were used, along with dead bodies snatched from morgues and hospitals without consent of surviving kin. This body snatching program was dubbed Project Sunshine. Of particular relevance for Redfern’s thesis is the documentary evidence that certain ‘specimens’ were procured from Formosa, home of Unit 731.
“The intersection of all the above offered by Redfern can be briefly described as follows. Roswell was a PAPERCLIP screw-up. The ‘UFO’ was in reality a wingless craft launched from a U.S. base in the southwest via a high altitude Fugo balloon. These craft were occupied by either a Japanese crew (no one over five feet tall) or human unfortunates being utilized for testing purposes. Two or more of these craft crashed at Roswell and other nearby locations, explaining the multiple site / multiple date problem pointed to by skeptics as conflicting (and therefore unreliable) testimony. The bodies were human, but physically unusual to those who discovered them. The victims were small, perhaps oriental, or perhaps unfortunates who suffered from progeria or Turner’s syndrome (which involved baldness, enlarged head, and even polydactylism). The UFO explanation was floated to the public to deflect attention away from the fact that Nazis and other Japanese war criminals were on our payroll. After the late forties, the UFO scenario proved useful for misdirecting the Soviets, and so the myth was continued.
“It took some pretty courageous people, thinking really outside the box, to even go on record as considering that the Roswell wreckage might be from another world. Anybody willing to think outside the box on this event for even the first 50 years of the cover-up, has always done so at the risk and personal expense of extensive ridicule – especially from their peers and family. The witnesses who have come forward over the decades and the researchers who have affiliated their good names with these stories are to be commended for their courage, in most cases, I’d say.
“But I’m also finally suggesting that this proverbial box that people have been thinking outside of all this time, is today much larger than we ever previously thought.”
“It came out in the January 1944 issue of Amazing Stories. Palmer’s intuition had been right—reader reaction was overwhelming. Thousands of letters poured into Palmer’s office, some ridiculing Shaver’s etymological fantasies, some quarreling with them. But most declared Shaver to have been right on the money.
“Palmer had challenged his readers to ‘apply the formula to more of these root words, and let us know the percentage that make sense. … Our own hasty check-up revealed an amazing result of 90% logical and sensible!’ They took up the challenge, in droves. A truly amazing response, to a modest (if preposterous) little essay on philology, which stirred up a mass excitement that no tale of interstellar adventure could have matched.
“The Shaver Mystery, as it unfolded in subsequent issues of Amazing Stories, was a mythology of primordial Earth, which Shaver and Palmer called ‘Lemuria’ or ‘Mu.’ It was a myth of prehistory–not, however, the conventional prehistory of dinosaurs and ice sheets and woolly mammoths, and its ‘cave men’ weren’t primitives dressed in animal skins. They were an advanced technological civilization, inventors of extraordinary machines to prolong life indefinitely and to intensify its pleasures (notably sexual) beyond modern imaginings.
“Fleeing the toxic rays of our dying sun–dying even then–these ‘Lemurians’ had abandoned Earth’s surface for an elaborate network of subterranean caves, to which they transferred their civilization. Eventually they abandoned this planet altogether, seeking a newer and healthier sun somewhere out in space. They left behind them their ‘abandondero,’ ‘dero’ for short, who degenerated into a race of perverted dwarfs, stupid to the point of idiocy, addicted to the sexual pleasures of their stimulation (‘stim’) machines and to the sadistic delights of torturing non-dero creatures. Such as the unwitting surface dwellers of Earth, namely ourselves.
“The quotes I’ve given above, and others in Nadis’s and Toronto’s books, suggest to me that Palmer genuinely believed the two mysteries were connected, the goings-on under the earth bound up with those in the skies. So intimately connected, that the coming of the saucers could serve as proof (in some manner never specified) of the truth of Shaver.
“Just how Palmer understood this link is less clear to me. It seems to me highly significant, as I’ve said, that Shaver saw no connection at all. Although he lived until 1975, far into the UFO era, there’s no reason to think Shaver ever took the smallest interest in UFOs. His only recorded involvement with Kenneth Arnold was when he invested in a uranium mining company of Arnold’s, which Arnold had promised was a sure thing. (Shaver never saw that money again.)
“The Shaver-saucer bond surely lies somewhere in Palmer’s conception of mystery. Toronto points out that it was Palmer, not Shaver, who coined the term Shaver Mystery, for something which at first sight seems more like a mythology to be believed in than a mystery to be solved.”
Having spent a lifetime living and struggling in the ways and styles of a born and breed Midwestern, now wants to share the experiences of fellow St. Louis-ans and those of the Mississippi Basin. In the past, he has attended Washington and Webster Universities, and has written on the paranormal, and is highly concerned with the Divorce Racket and government conspiracies and has written for Our Sunday Visitor, Probe the Unknown, Liberty, Gnostica News, Beyond Reality, Forum Magazine, Caveat Emptor, The Green Egg, Forum, UFO Enigma, UFO Digest, Necrology Shorts, FATE Magazine, UN-X Magazine, Pound of Flash, Hello Horror and several others. He currently belongs to the Carondelet Historical Society. He can be reached through this editor or at firstname.lastname@example.org, email@example.com and seen at http://www.facebook.com/#!/stephen.erdmann1. You can also review articles at https://wordpress.com/posts/wordpresscom507.wordpress.com.
“A Torbittdocument spoke in 1970 of Wernher von Braun and his connection to the John Kennedy assassination. It was New Orleans District Attorney Jim Garrison that uncovered in 1967 the Nazi connections to the assassination. Clay Shaw, a major player in the assassination, vetted OperationPaper Clip Nazis. OperationPaperClip was an induction of Nazi scientists into America as well as the U.S space program: a front to cover deeper and more crucial technological space programs secretly advanced behind the scenes.
“Farrell speaks of discovered multi-billion dollar slushfunds of counterfeit currency described as goldbonds but encoded to mean drug–trading in trading coups used to finance revolutionary technologies such as The Bell and flying saucer experiments.
“The tradingcoups ran under many names. Operation Golden Lily, Japan’s M-Fund, Foundation X, Operation Bernhard, the 57 Bond, Federal Reserve Bonds, Operation Morganthaus, Federal Reserve Bonds, and the Bank of Credit and Commerce International (BCCI), among others.
“Described as a BreakawayCivilization mixing in with special secret technology, this cabal utilized intelligence agents such as Edward Lansdale, whose CIA and intelligence training preceded his, once again, going back to the Philippines to oversee the recovery of the GoldenLilyloot.
“Russian economist Dr. Tatyana Koryagina spoke of this Network, Enterprise, and BreakawayCivilization as having access to over $300 trillion, lending to (in the words of Peter Levenda) ‘a massive magical ritual of human sacrifice’ and ‘technology in the form of exotic means of destruction of the Twin Towers.’
“Farrell sees this continuation and rise of fascism as ‘jingoistic plastic patriotism.’ He says: ‘Finance of terrorism…technologically sophisticated cyber warfare to exotic weapons of destruction…sacrifice of innocent lives for ultimate evil.’
“He continues (p. 262): ‘Money, power, occult knowledge, exotic technology, and financing in the trillions of dollars do signify a much deeper player, a player with an unrecognizable center of power, a player everywhere and nowhere.’”
“Methods of investigation have been ‘haphazard,’ ‘quite harmful,’ and witness stories have exploded into ‘an orgy of squabbles over belief systems, and the wringing of hands over the imminence of government Disclosure’ (ibid) .
‘There are many fundamental problems and influences that have ‘distorted’ ufology from its beginning, says Jack Brewer, ranging from deceptive opportunists to ‘charlatans, (p. 42) to ‘involvement in the intelligence community’ (p. 39), including ‘the long-arm of the CIA and its UFO-related interest’ (p. 38).
“’To reframe the debate, effectively, and competently, we must not only acknowledge that such dynamics are happening,’ says Brewer, ‘but make consistent decisions to swim against the undertow and be more of the solution than the problem.’
“Brewer suggests better ‘methods’ that will allow researchers to get to the ‘heart’ of the phenomenon: ‘We would be wise to drop preconceived notions to the best of our abilities'” (p. 47).
“From my direct experience, there is a blurry line between synchronicity and owls. I don’t think a mere mortal could untangle these arcane threads…I can’t help but think that the owl is playing the role of an alarm clock, trying to wake up the experiencer. Something is happening and it implies that there is a lot more to reality than what we have been taught…these (UFO) sightings, synchronicities and screen memories were all carefully orchestrated…owls, synchronicities, and UFOs all seem to be playing a similar role: they have the potential to change people…(yet) doesn’t play itself out with 100% consistency, but there is enough of a pattern.
“’It is still true, as I predicted in 1947, that no flying saucer has ever been ‘captured’ or even ‘proved.’ They are as real as Shaver’s caves, and just as ‘psychic.’ They are unknown, the hidden world, that all of us at one time or another are aware exists, and which intrudes on our own lives to make us think.
“THE MAN FROM MARS, RAY PALMER’S AMAZING PULP JOURNEY – Penguin Books, 2013.'”
“The UFO Experience is Nothing New ~ it seems to stretch all the way back to the nascency of the human race. As we enter higher planes of awareness and alternative alien realities we are immersed in an ultra-advanced, paraphysical, shape-shifting, anomalistic phenomenon ~ a living, hyperdimensional, superconscious, universal, spiritual matrix of extraterrestrial hyperintelligence ~ capable of transforming itself into an infinite multiplicity of appearances…. thereby remaining a deep, ontological, gnostic mystery ~ an impenetrable enigma ~ inscrutable, transcendent, and sublime ~ enshrouded in layers of profound, abstruse, alien symbolism.
“Our intimate interlinkage to the UFO/extraterrestrial phenomenon, which existed prolifically in man’s ancient past, is the essential missing metaphysical supernatural ingredient, that not only would result in the acceleration of our psychospiritual evolutionary processes, but in the expansion and illumination of human consciousness as well.
“The world, as perceived through our five physical senses, is a shadow-like representation ~ a secondary emanation of an infinitely deeper realm of archetypes, ideas, and consciousness. Three-dimensional physical reality is only a ‘subset’ of a series of subatomic hyperspatial dimensions ~ a higher-dimensional, primordial, subspace matrix of hyperdynamics and quantum entanglements ~ where ancient, ethereal, hyper-evolved, god-like apotheons of pure light ~ the denizens of higher celestial planes ~ eternally perform a wondrous, amaranthine, mystical repertoire of unfathomable supernatural phenomena ~ an ecstatic orgiastic spiritual event ~ in the billion year old sacred dance of the cosmos.
“Only genuine seekers of existential-spiritual truth…
… the self-realized, the consciously expanded, the spiritually enlightened, the perceptually altered ~ ‘the elect’ ~ who the luminous supernatural overlords consider ‘spiritually prepared’ to make the quantum-leap from mind into the Universal Fifth-Dimensional Singularity ~ the Omniscient Super-consciousness of Christ ~ will receive radically trans formative, paradigm-shifting visions, revelations, insights into higher esoteric mystical truths.”
PSYCHE=SINGULARITY: A COMPARISON OF CARL JUNG’S TRANS-PERSONAL PSYCHOLOGY AND LEONARD SUSSKIND’S
HOLOGRAPHIC STRING THEORY
by: Timothy Desmond
Dissertation Submitted to the Faculty of the California Institute of Integral Studies
In Partial Fulfillment of the Requirements for the Degree of Doctor of Philosophy in Philosophy and Religion with a concentration in Philosophy, Cosmology, and Consciousness
California Institute of Integral Studies
San Francisco, CA, 2014.
“In this dissertation I discern what Carl Jung calls the mandala image of the ultimate archetype of unity underlying and structuring cosmos and psyche by pointing out parallels between his transpersonal psychology and Stanford physicist Leonard Susskind’s string theory. Despite his atheistic, materialistically reductionist interpretation of it, I demonstrate how Susskind’s string theory of holographic information conservation at the event horizons of black holes, and the cosmic horizon of the universe, corroborates the following four topics about which Jung wrote…”
DARPA develops the weapons of the future. It funds everything from basic science to advanced technology, though the ultimate goal is always to develop something that can be used by the military,”
Sharon Weinberger — author of The Imagineers of War:
The Untold Story of DARPA, the Pentagon Agency That Changed the World
The Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, better known as DARPA, is embarking on a new program, called RadioBio, to determine whether cells are able to exchange information with EM signals and, if so, what the cells are saying and how they do it. This new initiative seems very close to the once TOP-SECRET “PANDORA Project”. Follow us on Twitter: @Intel_Today
The Pentagon wants to know more about how your body cells use electromagnetic radiations to talk to each other.
A new research program will explore:
“whether electromagnetic waves are purposefully transmitted and received within or between cells and, if so, to leverage those insights not just for biosystems but also for communicating in cluttered electromagnetic environments.”
“A proven winner in combat and peacetime, PSYOP is one of the oldest weapons in the arsenal of man. It is an important force protector/combat multiplier and a non-lethal weapons system.
“Psychological Operations (PSYOP) or Psychological Warfare (PSYWAR) is simply learning everything about your target enemy, their beliefs, likes, dislikes, strengths, weaknesses, and vulnerabilities. Once you know what motivates your target, you are ready to begin psychological operations.
“Psychological operations may be defined broadly as the planned use of communications to influence human attitudes and behavior … to create in target groups behavior, emotions, and attitudes that support the attainment of national objectives. The form of communication can be as simple as spreading information covertly by word of mouth or through any means of multimedia.
“A psychological warfare campaign is a war of the mind. Your primary weapons are sight and sound. PSYOP can be disseminated by face-to-face communication, audio visual means (television), audio media (radio or loudspeaker), visual media (leaflets, newspapers, books, magazines and/or posters). The weapon is not how its sent, but the message it carries and how that message affects the recipient.”
HITLER’S FLYING SAUCERS A Guide to German Flying Discs of the Second World War by Henry Stevens Adventures Unlimited Press
“lf we are to seek any real explanation of the UFO phenomenon, we must make a clean break with the past. We must go back to the basics of simplicity and logic. One basic question is this: could we humans be capable of making the unidentified flying machines which have been seen in abundance in the sky since the Second World War? Until we answer that question in the negative, there is no reason to postulate an alien origin for UFOs. One purpose of this book IS to give an individual new to this subject an overview into the study of German flying discs. Never fear, this is not a disjointed sJ?ook-hunt, chasing sightings and abductions. There are real facts In this field. There are real people with real names and histories and there are real saucer designs. Another purpose is to give the reader references, upon which statements In this book are based. Given these references, the reader may then research the topics of particular interest in more detail.”
“This ties in with all the whistleblowers who claim Germany did have antigravity working in the 30s and went on to have bases on the Moon and Mars in the 30s and 40s! They created a breakaway civilization and were aided by the demonic draco reptilian (fallen angel) ‘aliens.’ Now the Germans and Americans as well as others are going all over the Universe apparently. It took the US a long time to catch up to the Germans and who knows maybe we never did fully catch up. Maybe we had a breakthrough and passed them up.”
“‘We know that UFOs exist. This is no longer an issue,’ he said. ‘The issue is why are they here? Where are they coming from and what is the technology behind these devices that we are observing?’
“There are indications, Mellon said, that the objects reported by Navy pilots in 2014 and 2015 were doing things that aren’t possible in this physical realm.
“The speeds being reported (about 5,000 miles per hour, according to Mellon) were only sustainable for about an hour by an aircraft in the air, and these objects would be flying around all day long, the pilots said.”
“Robert Bigelow, a billionaire entrepreneur and longtime friend of Mr. Reid, received most of the money allocated for the Pentagon program. On CBS’s ’60 Minutes’ in May, Mr. Bigelow said he was ‘absolutely convinced’ that aliens exist and that U.F.O.s have visited Earth. Credit: Isaac Brekken for The New York Times.”.
“’We’re sort of in the position of what would happen if you gave Leonardo da Vinci a garage-door opener,’ said Harold E. Puthoff, an engineer who has conducted research on extrasensory perception for the C.I.A. and later worked as a contractor for the program. ‘First of all, he’d try to figure out what is this plastic stuff. He wouldn’t know anything about the electromagnetic signals involved or its function.’
“The program collected video and audio recordings of reported U.F.O. incidents, including footage from a Navy F/A-18 Super Hornet showing an aircraft surrounded by some kind of glowing aura traveling at high speed and rotating as it moves. The Navy pilots can be heard trying to understand what they are seeing. ‘There’s a whole fleet of them,’ one exclaims. Defense officials declined to release the location and date of the incident.
“’Internationally, we are the most backward country in the world on this issue,’ Mr. Bigelow said in an interview. ‘Our scientists are scared of being ostracized, and our media is scared of the stigma. China and Russia are much more open and work on this with huge organizations within their countries. Smaller countries like Belgium, France, England and South American countries like Chile are more open, too. They are proactive and willing to discuss this topic, rather than being held back by a juvenile taboo.’”
“‘Things get really interesting when two electrons become entangled,’ said Ronald Hanson from the University of Delft. ‘They are perfectly correlated, when you observe one, the other one will always be opposite. That effect is instantaneous, even if the other electron is in a rocket at the other end of the galaxy.’
Albert Einstein, Boris Podolsky and Nathan Rosen described this in a 1935 paper, concluding that either single-particle quantum entanglement was impossible, or that the quantum-mechanical definition of physical reality still needed some work.
In 1964, physicist John Bell proposed that quantum entanglement could be demonstrated by separating the particles at a great enough distance that any correlating effect on both particles could not possibly be caused by local environmental factors. These were called the Bell Test experiments.”
“When you hear or read that electrons are both waves and particles, think “either-or” –
first a wave of possibilities, then an actual particle.
“For the information (negative entropy) to be stabilized, the second law of thermodynamics requires that an amount of positive entropy greater than the negative entropy must be transferred away from the new information structure.
“Exactly how the universe allows pockets of negative entropy to form as ‘information structures’ we describe as the ‘cosmic creation process.’ This core two-step process has been going on since the origin of the universe. It continues today as we add information to the sum of human knowledge.
“Note that despite the Heisenberg principle, quantum mechanical measurements are not always uncertain. When a system is measured (prepared) in an eigenstate, a subsequent measurement (Pauli’s measurement of the first kind) will find it in the same state with perfect certainty.
“What then are the possibilities for new quantum states? The transformation theory of Dirac and Jordan lets us represent ψ in a set of basis functions for which the combination of quantum systems (one may be a measurement apparatus) has eigenvalues (the axiom of measurement). We represent ψ as in a linear combination (the principle of superposition) of those ‘possible’ eigenfunctions. Quantum mechanics lets us calculate the probabilities of each of those ‘possibilities.'”
“Beitman called this experience ‘simulpathity’ – or the experience of another person’s suffering, even from afar. He has since tried to provide a scientific basis for other Jungian ideas such as serendipity and seriality, and his overarching view is inherently Jungian, invoking the unus mundus while adding a distinctly New Age twist. ‘I use a term called ‘the psycho-sphere’, Beitman told me, ‘by which I mean only that mental atmosphere that surrounds Earth, in which we are immersed right here.’ Admittedly, trying to find a scientific basis for believing in meaningful coincidence is not a widespread pursuit (Iris Bell, a psychiatrist at the University of Arizona, with whom Beitman has co-written a book, is another rare exception). Statisticians still push back.”
The most notable coincidence in my life was just a few days shy of my first Thanksgiving without my dad — at least as I’d known him. He’d had heart surgery in January 2017, followed by complications ranging from strokes to a life-threatening bacterial infection. The repeated assaults on his system transformed him. Last Thanksgiving, he had run circles around my 3-year-old. This year, he sat motionless in a chair, unable to spoon his own mashed potatoes.
I needed a distraction. So I hit eBay in search of a license plate for my boys’ transportation-themed bedroom. I decided to look for a Massachusetts plate, because I spent a lot of time there with my dad.
When the first one popped up, the numbers nearly leapt off my screen. It was a 1938 plate, the same year my dad was born, with the numbers 143264. My mom was born in February (2) of 1943, and they married in 1964. I contacted the seller, who told me the plate was part of his father’s vintage collection. He had thousands of them.
“I lost my dad last December, after a 10-year battle with Parkinson’s disease,” he wrote. “He was my best friend. Every time I box up a plate, it kills me, but I do it for my son and nephew’s college fund.”
Was it a coincidence that almost all of the numbers lined up with different aspects of my parents’ lives? That the seller and I shared a yearning for dads who were no longer there? The majority of scientists say it’s simple mathematics. Some researchers subscribe to the fringe claim that invisible forces “make things happen.” But most camps agree such scenarios are part of our brain’s innate need to create order out of chaos — and we experience them more often when we’re paying attention.
We Are All Connected
Stumbling upon that 1938 plate at the moment I was missing my dad — and the fact that the plate led me to someone who was also missing his dad — isn’t a coincidence. At least according to psychiatrist Bernard Beitman, a visiting psychiatry and neurobehavioral sciences professor at the University of Virginia, and a coincidence researcher.
He says it’s synchronicities, indicators of an invisible network that connects everyone and everything. Beitman suspects humans transmit some unobserved energetic information, which other people then process or organize into emotion and behavior.
“Just as sharks have ampullae in their skin that detect small electromagnetic changes to help them locate their prey … it’s plausible, maybe even probable, that humans have similar mechanisms that detect coincidences,” he says.
There’s no evidence for this, but he’s not the first one to pursue this fringe line of thinking. Austrian biologist Paul Kammerer believed coincidences arise out of unknown forces, or waves, that he called seriality. He wrote a book on the subject in 1919. Albert Einstein even commented on it, saying it was “by no means absurd.” And in the 1950s, psychiatrist Carl Jung came up with a similar idea, his so-called synchronicity theory, to describe these bizarre occurrences.
“Narcissistic individuals tend to be arrogant, self-absorbed, feel entitled and are hostile. They exhibit a high degree of self-love, believing that they are special and entitled to praise and admiration. However, this exterior is characterized by a shallow self-concept as they tend to view others as inferior to themselves often being insensitive and hostile towards others (Judge et al., 2009). They tend to interpret information with a self-serving bias and their decisions lean towards enhancing their own reputation rather than for the good of others.
“Narcissists seek social status through dominant behavior.
“Narcissism is associated with significant interpersonal problems and narcissists have a negative impact on others (Ogrodniczuk, Piper, Joyce, Steinberg, & Duggal, 2009). The research suggests that highly narcissistic individuals seek out social status via dominant behavior, are highly attuned to the behavior of others that threaten their own status and will respond aggressively if their status is threatened; this aggression helps regulate the self, their interpersonal field, and affect (Wright, Hopwood & Simms, 2015).”
“Dark triad personalities — narcissism, Machiavellian-ism, and psychopathy — rely on manipulating other people as their source of power. They thrive off creating chaos for everyone around them, under the illusion of being a caring partner or friend.
“There’s also a problem with what we expect these people to be.
“When you mention psychopaths, many people will imagine a murderer, rapist, or Hannibal Lecter type. The reality is a lot less dramatic. Someone doesn’t have to have committed a violent crime to be diagnosed as a psychopath, and taking a lot of selfies doesn’t make someone a narcissist.
“They still cause harm to others, but it’s more likely to be the emotional and psychological harm that doesn’t leave physical scars. That’s why they can hop from partner to partner without leaving much of a trace of their destruction.
“Doctor of psychology and therapist Perpetua Neo spoke with Business Insider about how dark triad people slip through the cracks, and how our misconceptions can help them manipulate others.
“Here are 10 reasons dark triad people are so difficult to spot:
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“Brent Raynes has been investigating and researching UFOs since 1967. He is the author of Visitors from Hidden Realms and the editor of Alternate Perceptions Magazine. Brent has traveled extensively across the US and into Canada interviewing numerous witnesses and researchers. He has taken a comprehensive global and historical perspective on the Ufological landscape. He has also participated in Native American rituals and ceremonies, gaining valuable insights and information from his interactions with these wisdom keepers. Brent is able to make revealing comparisons between the interrelated experiences and disciplines of parapsychology, shamanism, Jungian archetypes, and ufology.”
Some people had more intimate connections with the UFO (flying saucer) problem than others. Dr. Irena McCammon Scott, PhD, appears to be one such person, having worked for the Defense Intelligence Agency, Battelle Memorial Institute, and the Aerospace Center in Satellite Photography. Scott has received top-secret security clearances and was stationed at Wright Patterson Air Force Base (WPAFB).
“Our new smoking guns include positive statements from three presidents of Battelle and their colleagues about UFOs,” says Scott, “discoveries that might confirm the accounts of vaults under Wright Patterson, and inside material about the writing of many important documents such as the Pentacle Memo and Blue Book materials.” (p. 110)
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THE INNER SANCTUM
Scott goes over territory that most Ufologists and some of the public already know, adding interesting perks such as WPAFB had 35,900 employees in 1990, that the Roswell UFO crash occurred about the same time as Kenneth Arnold’s personal UFO sighting, that Scott was involved in reporting Elroy John Center’s work on “Memory Metal, Nitinol,” as well as reporting the Holt sisters’ mentioning of Cordell Hull’s connection to the 1939 preserved aliens in vaults under the Capitol Building. She talks authoritatively about Projects Sign, Saucer, Stark, WhiteStork, Golden Eagle and Special Report 14.
Thomas Carey and Donald Schmitt explored possible UFO-related buildings at WPAFB in their book INSIDE the REAL AREA 51 such as the Foreign Technology Division (FTD) Buildings 620, 45, 18, and hanger 23: Scott and her accomplice actually photographed these sites.
Scott also uncovers an additional mentions of the 1947 Roswell UFO debris being sent to the Roswell Army Air Field by radio announcer Joe Wilson who had spoken to WPAFB officials who told him the debris was on its way (p.18) “…definite hard evidence…”
Wright-Patterson AFB has its own Area 51 inside the base causing its high security. Consisting of areas A, B and C. Area A contains the Air Technical Intelligence Center (ATIC) where official UFO studies of Project Blue Book (BB) were conducted. The alleged Hanger 18 was actually identified as, presently, Building 4 A-E. Special crates to carry the debris were probably built to accommodate transport on a B-29 bomber. A possible underground area was part of WP Area 51 near the old WF (Wright Field) runway, later to become WP.
Ufologist Earl Grey Anderson’s mother worked with Operation Paperclip employees and said she was aware of “an underground city” in that area (as well as Area 51). Scott’s husband also concluded the same thing from the days she worked there. In 1947, it would have been known as WP Area B, possibly eight buildings 18-18G and Building23, now called the AF Research Laboratory-Sensor-Directorate-Target-Signature-Branch. The wreckage was probably shuttled back and forth between the Aeromedical Facility, Building 29, and Building 18 F.
Carey and Schmitt believed that an underground passage exists between Building 18 and 23, and a vault in the basement of Building 18 A. Building 23 was built originally in 1934 and housed tests for aircraft. Building 18 F was said to be used for cold storage of entities.
Robert M. Collins described underground facilities in his book EXEMPT FROM DISCLOSURE. Scott finds documents also describing said facilities at the T-Building at the Mound NuclearPlant, and Avionics Building 620 is said to be part of the vault arrangement, involving Buildings 620, the Avionics Laboratory and Building 739.
Collins told of stairs beneath the Avionics Double Vaulted Doors which led to a building in the proximity of the parking lot: Building 739 to the west of 620 and connects 739 and 620.
Scott takes the readers on a written “tour” of WP, telling of what she considers “clues” or incidents where the alleged “alien bodies” had been serviced at WP.
The infamous ‘Blue Room’ that official persons were sometimes warned not to make inquires about, according to Carey and Schmitt, was the National Air and Space Intelligence Center located in Area A, also labeled Building 856. “The NASIC Building,” says Scott, “appears to be by far the most secure building in the high security portion of WP.” (p. 30)
Carey, Schmidt, and Leonard Stringfield felt UFO artifacts and alien bodies were stored in the FTD Building, their informants referred to it as the “Inner Sanctum.”
The FTD went from the Air Force Systems Command in July, 1961 to the Foreign Aerospace Sciences and Technology Center (FASTC), and then became the National Air and Space Intelligence Center, and also the National Air and Space Intelligence Center (NASIC) in 2003.
Scott was part of a NASIC lecture in which Dr. Bruce Ashcroft said, contrary to popular opinion, that not all UFO information had been declassified. There were allusions to John G. Tiffany who alleged to have handled Roswell material, and talk about Brigadier General Arthur Exon who said metallurgical tests were done on the UFO material.
ALIEN FRAGMENTS AT WRIGHT-PATTERSON
Battelle, noted for the creation of many scientific inventions, was also co-manager of the U.S Department of Energy, including the Oak Ridge and Brookhaven National Laboratories, was foremost in nuclear physics, chemical and mechanical engineering. Battelle had an association with UFO phenomena when WP sent some of the 1947 debris to Battelle because Battelle had some of the world’s best metallurgists.
Under Project Blue Book, Battelle conducted a “massive statistical analysis” of UFO reports called SR-14, Top-Secret at one time, particularly discussed through a January 9, 1953 “PentacleMemo.” The Memo was classified under Howard Cross and called for a massive scientific study of the UFO phenomena as part of Battelle’s Project Stork, possibly connected to Project BlueBook Report No. 13, as Battelle referred to it as “Project Bear.”
The Pentacle Memorandum listed scientists with excellent metallurgical, scientific backgrounds who were at the managerial level at Battelle. Howard C. Cross likely headed, says Scott, Battelle’s Project Stork and the formation of SR-14 (p. 54). Other principle scientists were Vernon W. Ellsey and Richard J. Lund. Evidently, metallurgical analysis of UFO artifacts played a heavy part at Battelle.
A high-level review of the plan by the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) and the Air ForceTechnical IntelligenceCenter (ATIC) and the Robertson Panel was interjected at this point to shanghai the further progression of the UFO projects. “In short, the fix was in.” (p. 59)
Scott says many mysteries remain about the Memorandum, not the least of which was that a “second copy” had been dropped by a ‘leaker’ or ‘leakers,’ but none of the copies had official Battelle letterhead (p. 61). “…the leakers also must have viewed the leak as important because of managing to leave several copies.”
ONE CHANCE OUT OF A BILLION
Scott describes SR-14 as a “well done, credible study (that) strongly showed that UFO phenomena exist” and that “good UFO sightings” represented “one chance out of a billion” that UFOs were conventional. It was based on 3,200 cases as the “best” of 13,000.
Such startling findings were attacked by the CIA-guided Robertson Panel and the infamous Condon UFO Report.
“Beginning in the late March, 1952, Battelle started analyzing sighting reports,” says Scott, “and encoding the described characteristics onto IBM punched cards for computer analysis.”
“When all six characteristics were considered together, the probability of a match between Knowns and Unknowns was less than 1 in a billion or even much less than that. One chance in a billion shows that there exist tremendous odds against the idea that UFO phenomena are prosaic.”
Bruce Maccabee, Historical Introduction to Project Blue Book Special Report No. # 14 by the United States Air Force.
Scott says that “highly significant results” came from SR-14 and its “well-executed experimental design” using protocol for the Chi-Square Test.
The Robertson Panel never did say that UFOs did not exist, only that they were no threat, and they needed to be diminished as reports and that UFO groups needed to be monitored. The Condon Report continued in the same vein.
The intent and motivation of the Panel, whose first meeting was on January 14, 1953, can be seen by the fact that noted researchers, such as J. Allen Hynek, were excluded, and Hynek had, in one instance been asked to leave the room. “This speaks for itself,” says Scott, “about the intent of and true investigative purpose of the Panel.” (p. 70)
The largely publicized 1969 University of Colorado Condon Report was pretty much a contemptuous study of UFOs as directed by the Robertson Panel. (p. 71)
Government UFO investigations went by several special names: Project Sign, Project Stork, White Stork, Golden Eagle and Project Bear. The Pentacle Letters or Memorandum held enough importance to list the President of Battelle. The Memorandum emphasized the need for further studies of UFOs, psychological examinations, astronomical opinions, and the scrambling of jet aircraft when needed.
Scott outlines the results of SR-14: “It very, very strongly shows that UFOs are not prosaic phenomena.”
Clyde Williams was Director of Battelle from 1934 to 1958 including the time of the Roswell crash. Williams seemed to have links with past UFO players Donald Douglas, of the Douglas Aircraft Company, James Bryant Conant, Major General Curtis E. Lemay, Vannevar Bush (alleged signatory of the MJ-12 document), and Linus Pauling.
Scott admits that the claims and allegations concerning the Ultra-secret MJ-12 Committee started in 1947 appear to be hyper-sensitive and many of the details “hoaxed,” but there still appears to be indications of such a “hidden organization” of such a nature in existence.
Dr. Robert Sarbacher, An alleged MJ-12 member, says Scott, was not found in connection with Clyde Williams, but Sarbacher did mention UFOs to William Steinman, and Sarbacher suggested John von Neuman, James Conant, Vannevar Bush, and Dr. Robert Oppenheimer had been involved in UFOs. Sarbacher pointed to Dr. Eric A. Walker as one who had pertinent information about MJ-12.
Canadian researcher Wilbert B. Smith was briefed by Sarbacher and had said “a committee of high-ranking people, headed by Vannevar Bush, had existed.” (p. 96)
ELROY CENTER AND NITINOL
Through the efforts of researchers such as Bragalia, Schmitt and Carey, Elroy John Center’s connection to Roswell debris research and the later nitinol ‘memory metal” had been well-established. Daughter Cathy Center confirmed this to a fellow student in 1958: Center’s friend, “Nick” Nicholson, a former Battelle engineer, revealed to Scott and Bill Jones, that, indeed, Battelle held crashed UFO debris (p. 99). Nicholson was a Battelle scientist in physics and electronics for nearly 20 years with Top-secret security clearances.
Center had an association with Howard C. Cross, who had worked on nitinol at Battelle. “And if Center worked with retrieved UFO crash-debris at Battelle,” says Scott, “it’s possible that Cross did, too – actually it is probable because as we discovered Cross was probably the head of ProjectStork and was Center’s supervisor.” (p. 101) Howard Cross was a metallurgist and expert in exotic metallurgy.
Scientists at Battelle were misled to believe they were investigating Soviet materials, and when they discovered the deception, those involved became depressed because of the deception.
Most of John Center’s scientists had dealt with titanium and the ways to purify it and the making of alloys. Interestingly, member A.C. Ekert’s connection was the study of the effects of magnetic flux on metals and the measurement of same.
It was not just three or four crucial individuals that were connected to SR-14 and nitinol, but a whole collage of interested people, twenty or more of different ranks (pp. 172-177).
“Moreover these people would have numerous connections with Elroy John Center,” says Scott, “further suggesting that his report might be based upon fact. Some individuals were on the Pentacle Memo and some on the Second Progress Report. Some had begun working together before Roswell.”
Near the time of the Roswell crash, the Vanadium Corporation of America (now called ShieldAlloy) were brought fragments that appeared to be similar to the Roswell, debris, but from “gouge material” from the crash. Scientists Dr. H.W. Gilliet, Dr. C.H. Long, and Howard C. Cross appeared to be principal investigators.
This event appeared to have happened in August or September 1947. Out of the ranks of employee relatives, anecdotal stories of Roswell emerged such as the then 84-year-old Dominick T. Rex and student Kevin Meggs. Whatever happened at Timken Metal Works, however, was highly classified.
“Jones and I investigated additional reports about the examination of Roswell debris,” says Scott, “including one involving the Monsanto Research Corporation near Dayton, Ohio. The Monsanto report included stories about government contracts with WP for reverse-engineering studies of gravity waves.” (p. 186)
THE DEATH OF UFOs
Scott has quite a collection of photographs of special areas of WPAFB, as well as original correspondence of Dr. J. Allen Hynek which reflects, in part, Hynek’s struggle to bring to light the growing suspicion that the phenomenon was paranormal. Scott covers major UFO cases such as the April 17, 1966 Deputy Sheriff Dale Spaur case, the 1973 Captain J. Coynehelicopter incident, and the October 11, 1973 Pascagoula abduction, not to mention persons such as the late Leonard Stringfield and his SITUATION RED: THE UFO SIEGE.
Scott details the process that the so-called Silence Group employed to mislead investigators, such as Hynek, while at the same time, filtering and conducting more clandestine investigation. Scott tells us how the statistical findings of the “massive” SR–14 “were ignored and lied about,” as well as “the lying behind the Robertson Panel” and the “inside view of the interactions” of the Pentacle Memo.
“And they show things that are not under human control,” summarizes Scott, “which our controlling government and religious structures do not seem to tolerate – the entire universe should be entirely under human control.”
“Since the election, Trump has also acted in ways that will protect Alfa Bank from criminal investigations. In July 2018, Brian Benczkowski was narrowly confirmed as head of the Justice Department’s Criminal Division, despite Democratic concerns over the fact that he had previously, while a lawyer at Kirkland & Ellis, represented the Alfa Bank in the investigation of whether its computer servers had contacted the Trump Organization.
“And William Barr, now attorney general, also worked at Kirkland & Ellis during the Bank Alfa investigation, leading Newsweek to ask a week ago whether he should not now recuse himself from matters affecting the Mueller report.
“But there is also resistance on the Democratic left to pursuing the Bank Alfa story. Consider the experience of Franklin Foer after he wrote about the Trump-Alfa connection for Slate.”
Some of the key figures in law enforcement that supporters of President Trump say are part of a “Deep State” conspiracy: Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein, FBI Director Christopher Wray, former FBI Director James Comey and special counsel Robert Mueller. AP FILE PHOTOS
“Revelations over the past 50 years about the dark underbelly of the U.S. government have undoubtedly opened American minds to more conspiratorial interpretations of the way Washington works. Does it sound crazy to compare the United States government to that of a lawless, coup-happy country like Turkey? Maybe.
“But is that any less crazy than the fact — emphasis on fact — that the Pentagon planted a spy in the Nixon White House to steal secrets from the wastebaskets? Or that the CIA was dosing unsuspecting civilians with LSD to see if it would make them receptive to mind control? Or that the government was spying on people through their Xbox video games? (Edward Snowden, the rogue National Security Agency subcontractor who spilled the secrets about the Xbox, told The Nation magazine: ‘There’s definitely a Deep State. Trust me, I’ve been there.’)”
“Someone admitted to an American Air Force base catches a glimpse of an object resembling a UFO through an open hangar door. As soon as he sees it, the door is closed and he is told ‘You weren’t supposed to see that.’ Then, a few days later, the ‘men in black’ arrive at his house, threatening reprisals if he tells anyone what he saw. This is a classic case of psychological manipulation, where an event that might have made little impression on him suddenly, through the use of terror, assumes the status of a dark revelation: ‘If these people are desperate enough to threaten to harm me or my family if I reveal what I know, THEN WHAT I SAW MUST BE REAL.'”
“This is where some curious ideas about possible connections with modern UFOs begin to come to mind. Several commentators, including Bosley, Joseph P. Farrell, Richard Dolan, and a few others, have given consideration to how and, more importantly, why the idea of secret aviation operations carried out over the years might have some relationship with modern UFO reports. Specifically, this entails an idea that there is what Dolan, to my knowledge, first coined as the idea of a ‘Breakaway Civilization’ that operates in the periphery of modern human society, and utilizes funding derived from black budget programs carried out worldwide to achieve incredible technological prowess.”
“Catherine exposes globalist forces that operate at covert levels throughout our society in corporate, government and institutional roles. She has dubbed this group ‘Mr. Global’ and she had a chance to witness their clandestine actions up close when she worked in the halls of government as the Assistant Secretary of Housing and Urban Development during the Bush Sr. administration and as a Managing Partner at Monolitic Wall Street Firm Dillon Read & Co.”
“Richard Syrett welcomes an Oxford University-educated scholar who delves into alternative history and discusses geopolitical events and Trump’s ongoing battle with the Deep State.
“GUEST: Joseph Farrel was born and raised in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. He has a doctorate in patristics from the University of Oxford, and pursues research in physics, alternative history and science, and ‘strange stuff.’ His book The Giza DeathStar was published in the spring of 2002, and was his first venture into ‘alternative history and science.’ Following a paradigm of researching the relationship between alternative history and science, Farrell has followed with a stunning series of books, each conceived to stand alone, but each also conceived in a pre-arranged sequence.”
“And here is another great quote from John F. Hylan, ‘The real menace of our Republic is the invisible government, which like a giant octopus sprawls its legs over our cities, states and nation…The little coterie of powerful international bankers virtually run the United States government for their own selfish purposes. They practically control both parties…(and) control the majority of the newspapers and magazines in the country.’
“And another that really gets this point across, ‘Political parties exist to secure responsible government and to execute the will of the people. From these great staffs, both of the old parties have ganged aside. Instead of instruments to promote the general welfare they have become the tools of corrupt interests which use them in marshalling [sic] to serve their selfish purposes. Behind the ostensible government sits enthroned an invisible government owing no allegiance and acknowledging no responsibility to the people. To destroy this invisible government.’ – Theodore Roosevelt
“This secretive and shadowy government represents the Deep State, a term now used to describe the stranglehold those who control this Deep State have on global politics and economics.”
Stephen Erdmann of Dissenter/Disenter our special guest. We discussed ET contact on Earth and evidence of such in the Temple of Adydos, Egypt, and elsewhere. We also discussed Adm. Byrds excursions into Inner Earth/Agartha and how he was received differently at the North entrance to Agartha, as opposed to the South Pole entrance, where the Nazis have had a base since the 1930’s. We also discussed the Nazi presence in Argentina
“Some have even begun to suggest that the pyramids were originally intended to be giant machines, capable of producing and transmitting electromagnetic frequencies. The internal construction of the Great Pyramid resembles a power plant, and no mummy has ever been found inside the pyramid. Is this merely a coincidence, or is it possible that the pyramids weren’t burial chambers but rather energy transmitters?
“Even Tesla himself wondered this, and some of the ongoing research for energy-emitting pyramids is based on his own research and development. Questions as to what the pyramids are for, why they were built, and even why they all seem to be missing their last piece have been haunting great minds for centuries, and like any great mystery, the answers seem ever-evasive.”
“Also, one particular point that was quite disconcerting is the fact that the authors take a unilateral point of view of making it seem like UFOs can only be explained by the alien mythos. While this is certainly one possibility, and one with some solid grounding, it is not the only one, and not by far. Dr. Joseph P. Farrell, Walter Bosley, and others have come up with an equally arguable case that argues for human ingenuity as one possible way to explain some UFOs.
“Additionally, when one couples the possibility of human ingenuity with certain incisive issues such as Military Abductions [MILABS] then one has an exact mirror for the phenomenon that’s equally disturbing in certain respects. The point of me stating this is not to convince anyone of one possibility or another, far from it. It’s simply to put the light the fact that there’s extensive evidence by Farrell & Bosley which shows an alternative to the unilateral assertion that extraterrestrials are behind everything.“
“For von Däniken, the famed sarcophagus lid of Lord Pacal of Palenque shows not the ‘gigantic flesh-less jaws … the World Tree [and] the bird-monster Wuqub’ Kaqix’ (Coe: 2001a:137) but machinery: ‘today any child would identify his vehicle as a rocket’ (von Däniken 1969:100). Almost thirty years later, Hancock (1995:151) argued after this line of reasoning that the tomb of Pacal ‘resembled a technological device much more strongly than it did… the king falling back into the flesh-less jaws of the earth-monster.’ Only for Hancock, the agent responsible for this technology was not extraterrestrials, but ‘an older and a higher civilization [Hancock 1995:155],’ not unlike the legendary Atlantis or Mu, long ago dismissed as improbable and unsupported by evidence. Thus the circle that began a century ago with Donnelly and then Churchward closes with more of the same.”
“This kind of intelligent Homo sapiens and lived in the Earth’s mantle. This is the only place where conditions were more or less stable for billions of years. Extremophiles can live at different temperatures, they have been able to flourish and develop intelligence at an accelerated pace. Homo sapiens and they have evolved at the same rate, but their living conditions in the Earth’s mantle defended their civilization from the many disasters that have occurred on the surface of the earth.
“The general consensus is that we’re just ants from their point of view and there is a small chance that they will not continue to pay attention to us. But the military and are considering the possibility of aggression and the current plan of action in emergencies includes a plan – detonate a nuclear weapon in the deep caves to ‘seal’ the enemy in the hope of destroying their communications that will prevent further attacks from the bowels of the earth.”
“But, then again, that’s the real issue. There are those who say Byrd’s 1947 flight never even occurred, and so the question becomes: Is Byrd’s diary real, or is it a falsification dreamt up by some great hoaxer?
“The story does have one problem: During the time original accounts of this flight to inner earth are alleged to have occurred, Byrd is documented to have been on the other side of the planet in the Antarctic, participating in an exercise called Operation High-jump. Of course there are those who attach conspiracy theory to this as well, or label it as intentional misinformation to hide Byrd’s real whereabouts.”
“Battelle scientist Elroy John Center has stated that he analyzed metal from a crashedUFO when he was employed by the Institute. Center was a Senior Research Chemist who worked for Battelle for nearly two decades, from 1939 to 1957. This has been confirmed by both his University of Michigan alumni files and by the location of scientific papers that he authored during his employment at Battelle.
“A graduate Chemical Engineer, Center authored papers that appeared in highly technical journals. His areas of research included the chemical testing of metals; the microdetermination of metals in alloys; and the spectroscopic analysis of unique materials. Center was likely involved in early analysis of the Roswell debris. A groundbreaking meta Is analysis technique that Center developed has been found cited in studies related to the ‘polygraphic determination of Titanium’ in alloys. Specially-selected Titanium is required to create the Roswell-like ‘memory metal’ Nitinol.
“Roswell-like ‘memory metal’ Nitinol. Center’s family members confirm that he had an intense interest in UFOs and the extraterrestrial. In May of 1992, noted historical researcher Dr. Irena Scott of Columbus, OH (a former Battelle scientist) inter viewed a close professional associate of Elroy Center for the Ohio MU FON Journal. Center had privately related to him in June of 1960 that while he was employed at Battelle he had been involved in a very strange laboratory project.”
“So here we have a very recent example of the knowledge filtration process in operation. Scientists find a finger bone in a formation 1.84 million years old. They carefully study the finger bone and determine that it is different from the finger bones of gorillas, chimpanzees, baboons, and monkeys; and it is also different from the fingers bones of Australopithecus and Homo habilis. They find it is just like the finger bones of modern humans, Homo sapiens. But they cannot imagine assigning it to Homo sapiens because, according to the dominant consensus, Homo sapiens did not exist 1.84 million years ago!”
“Coming March 10 to The Paracast (www.theparacast.com): Gene and Randall are joined by long-time paranormal researcher Stephen Erdmann, someone who has active in these fields since the 1960s. He brings along a lifetime of studies of our strange world with a major focus on UFOs and possible conspiracy theories. In some respects, it’s a “blast from the past,” as Stephen explores older cases and provides informed commentaries on the state of UFO research, and the possible meaning behind such events. He has also taken a special interest in possible government surveillance of individuals involved in UFO research, and alleged ongoing efforts to observe and control the populace.”
“Through various agents, such as Catharine Austin Fitts and Wired Magazine, thousands of individual witnesses, and other sources, Hall has come to discover different aspects of this clandestine and illegal activity: digital transfers, experimental electromagnetic control methods using ‘ELF waves, microwave technology (such as microwave ‘guns,’ heart-attack ‘guns’: he saw Bob Fletcher’s shoulder blasted apart), Jim Jones connection to the CIA, Sonic nausea-tors, millimatter wave weapon (he has seen bodies dehydrated and shrunk to nothing), Zombie-guns, satellite microwave weapons, solar-powered ‘blimps’ housing this technology, LRAD acoustic weapons, miniaturized spy drones, Nano-implants, Mind Control, V2K (Voice to Skull), MK Ultra, Ionizing Radiation, Energy Directed Weapons, Gang Stalking, Psychic Warfare, Mass Entrainment, Light/Sound Programmable Media, Sexualized Hypnosis, Hypnotic Suggestion, Mass Hypnosis, and Satellite ‘Death Ray’ type beams to name a few out of so many other technologies, designed, not for just catching spies, but, in the words of Hall, for ‘control’ of the general populace.'”
“It Floated Down Like Kleenex…Many people handled the strange metallic-appearing debris that littered Mac Brazel’s ranch after the crash of the spacecraft. They were all astonished at the bizarre qualities of the small samples they managed to get their hands on. Major Jesse Marcel said ‘[There were] many bits of metallic foil that looked like, but was not, aluminum, for no matter how often one crumpled it, it regained its original shape. Besides that, they were indestructible, even with a sledgehammer.’ William Brazel Jr. (son of Mac Brazel) said, ‘The odd thing about this foil was that you could wrinkle it and lay it back down and it immediately resumed its original shape. It was quite pliable, yet you couldn’t crease or bend it like ordinary metal. It was almost more like a plastic of some sort except that it was definitely metallic in nature. I don’t know what it was, but I do know that Dad once said that the Army had told him that they had definitely established it wasn’t anything made by us.’ Don Burleson (Roswell researcher) said, ‘Brazel set the object up at the base of a pinyon tree and suggested that they fire at it—which they did—with 30.06 deer rifles from a distance of about thirty feet, an easy target for experienced deer hunters. Mr. Croft (Phillip Croft, hunting companion of Mac Brazel) said that when the foil was hit, it spun a considerable distance up in the air and came floating down ‘like Kleenex.’ Upon examining the material, the men found that it showed no effects from having been hit—not even a dent, and certainly no tears or punctures.’ The Battelle ‘Second Progress Report’ to Wright-Patterson is basically a review of Battelle’s effort to develop just such a metal as was reported by the Roswell witnesses. Although there is no direct reference to the Roswell crash in the Report, there are so many personnel links and clues to ongoing UFO research at Battelle that there can be very little doubt that the document was a report on a contract with the AAF to duplicate the metal found at Roswell.”
“A report that bluntly and openly states ‘this is material that was recovered at Roswell’ will never be found. It is only through carefully reviewing the ‘history of science’ many decades later that these connections about the Roswell metal’s history would be made. Only obscure footnotes found buried in military studies – coupled with sleuth work – would lead to the truth about the study of the Roswell metal.
“It now appears that much of the work on the Roswell debris was skillfully and conveniently ‘folded into’ military contracted work on ‘traditional’ aeronautical or naval metals engineering projects of the time. It was the perfect guise. Nobody would put ‘two and two’ together that this advanced materials work – actually inspired by Roswell – was anything ‘special.’ It would be seen as just ‘part of the program.’ Selectively ‘farming out’ portions of this work assured that nobody would make any ‘connections.’ The ‘paper trail’ on the study of the material could also be confused as ‘normal military work’ that they were ‘already conducting.’
“Hynek, the former U.F.O. skeptic, eventually concluded that they were a real phenomenon in dire need of scientific attention, with hundreds of cases in the Blue Book files still unexplained. Even many of the ‘closed’ cases were resolved with ridiculous, often infuriating explanations, sometimes by Hynek himself.
“’The entire Blue Book operation was a foul-up based on the categorical premise that the incredible things reported could not possibly have any basis in fact,’ he wrote in the 1970s, when he was finally free to speak the truth.”
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“In the ensuing years, Moriarty increasingly became what is known as a ‘debunker,’ those critics that devoted their lives, as a protection against the destruction of society, to destroying modernistic and what they felt were New Age degeneracy. Wild progressed to a fairly high extreme, seeing beliefs and modern theories as often a Fabian Communist Conspiracy. Some of his ideas, I could agree with, other ideas seemed too harmful, even though the cases Wild attacked seemed just as hurtful and infuriating. I’ve heard Wild refer to citizens several times as ‘savages.’ (‘… [if the attack had] backfire effects [which] can occur if a message spends too much time on the negative case, if it is too complex, or the message is threatening.’ [en.wikipedia.org/debunkers]). Ben Pile surmised: ‘Far from seeking rationalism, skepticism is increasingly a search for authority…it indulges the same fantasies…skeptics and rationalists ought to be taking a look at their own ideas…we don’t need a police force to protect us from bad ideas. We just need better ideas.’”
“High school basketball coach Bone was no believer in UFOs — at least not before the night of February 21 when with two team managers and three of his players he was returning home along U.S. Highway 60 near Ellsinore, Mo., about 20 miles south of Piedmont. They were in poor spirits after losing a crucial tournament game by seven points and were rehashing their defeat. Suddenly Bone, who was driving, noticed a “bright shaft of light beaming down out of the sky.”
A few miles later as the car passed through the Brushy Creek area, player Randal Holmes noticed something else. “Look!” he shouted. “There’s that thing we saw back on Highway 60!” Bone pulled over to the side of the road and the six piled out.
It looked like it was about 200 yards off the road hovering over an open field,” Bone said later. (Investigators from the International UFO Bureau (IUFOB) of Oklahoma City later estimated the object probably was about 400 feet above the ground.) “it was impossible to determine the size or shape because of the darkness. Anyway, we saw four lights that looked like portholes: red, green, amber and white. We figured they were about three or four feet apart, all in a row.”
“We just stood there and watched it for about 10 minutes,” Cary Barks, another witness, added. “Then all of a sudden the lights went directly up in the air with absolutely no noise and just disappeared over a hill.
“I was continually looking at the fields which surrounded us and the sky. We were probably there a half hour or more when I noticed what I thought was a planet in the northern sky. Had that been there before? Then I realized it was moving toward us. As it approached it began to descend. It passed over the fields directly east of our position and as it passed by, the cattle in the fields began to bawl. It was a symphony of cattle, a cacophony of sound moving like falling dominoes as the object passed over the animals. It was about 500 feet east of us and about 100 feet high as silhouetted against the trees. It was the size of a mid-sized American car. The exterior glowed orange red in color and had ‘windows’ showing a yellow light from inside. There was no discernible sound.”
“Since it was first published in 1952, Jung’s concept has increasingly filtered into popular culture, having found its way into the plot lines of TV shows, works of pop-fiction like The Celestine Prophecy, and the lyrics of rock groups like The Police. In more scholarly quarters, there have been attempts to shed light on this theory through classifying various types of coincidence, scrutinizing it in terms of statistical studies, or even explaining it through quantum physics.”
“Arthur C. Clarke once wrote that any sufficiently advanced technology would be indistinguishable from magic,” says Red Pill Junkie. “Perhaps he forgot to consider how any sufficiently advanced mentality would equally be indistinguishable from madness. In the search for the other by which to gauge our own self, what we’re really hoping for is a mirror depiction of our own expectations only slightly ahead of us such that it may still be comprehensible. Yet a truly alien mind would be from our own earthly perspective, and by the definition of the word, crazy…carnivalesque hall of mirrors….” (p. 152).
“Attorneys have a specific set of rules to follow. These rules ensure that attorneys act in an ethical manner.
“In Paasman v. Paasman, a divorce filed in Superior Court in Connecticut (Case No. FST FA 14-40287), public record shows Plaintiff’s Motion for Contempt: Discovery Order, Pendente Lite. It was filed by Rebecca L. Ciota, a licensed attorney and counsel for the First Plaintiff. The motion was filed in September of 2012.
“In paragraph 17 of the Motion, Ms. Ciota alleges that Broder & Orland violated Rule 3.4 of Rules of Professional Conduct. Ms. Ciota quoted several parts of the rule including how it was unlawful to obstruct a party’s access to evidence and fail to be reasonably diligent to comply with a discovery order (remember all of those continuances asked for to produce financial documents?).”
“As I have noted, America’s deep state is something of a hybrid creature that operates along a New York to Washington axis. Where the Turks sometimes engage in unambiguous criminal activity like drug trafficking to fund themselves the Washington elite instead turns to the banksters, lobbyists and defense contractors, operating much more in the open and, ostensibly, legally. U.S. style deep state includes all the obvious parties, both public and private, who benefit from the status quo to include key players in the police and intelligence agencies, the military, the treasury and justice departments and in the judiciary. It is structured to materially reward those who play along with the charade and the glue to accomplish that comes ultimately from Wall Street. ‘Financial services’ might well be considered the epicenter of the entire process. Even though government is needed to implement desired policies, the banksters comprise the truly essential element, capable of providing genuine rewards for compliance. As corporate interests increasingly own the media, little dissent comes from the Fourth Estate as the process plays out while many of the proliferating Washington think tanks that provide deep state ‘intellectual’ credibility are similarly funded by defense contractors.”
“It reminds us of the story about the cub reporter who is sent to cover a routine meeting of the local town council. The reporter later returns to the newsroom without a story. When the editor asks why there’s no story, the reporter responds: ‘I couldn’t get to the government building because a massive train wreck blocked the street.’
“A good reporter, or at least one who isn’t hopelessly biased, would be able to see that the real story isn’t the go-nowhere Mueller investigation, but the more troubling story of abuse of power by Obama administration officials to protect Hillary Clinton and then derail the Trump presidency.”
“Later, Herrington braces himself inside his trench over-coat as he leaves the building and heads into the increasing snowflakes and wind that lash against the down-turned brim of his fedora hat. He rehearses a mental mantra to himself: ‘I only have a few more years to my retirement.’ He sees how the unkind and inclement weather ensconces itself as compared to this time last year. He recalls that last March was rather warm and ‘quiet’… the ‘quiet before the storm.’ He reflectively muses how a battle is taking place, not just of technology, but also, of the supremacy of power itself. The rules of the ‘game’ are increasingly complex and byzantine. Herrington is thinking of scientist David Bohm’s comments in a book he is reading about the ‘widespread feeling of helplessness and despair.’
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“In spite of all the danger, in spite of all that may be, I’ll do anything for you, anything you want me to be….” In Spite Of All the Danger, the Beatles, 1958.
“People are eliminated. Honey, you don’t know how many people are just eliminated, just on the operating table alone. They just need to be disposed of. And don’t ever believe what you read in the papers. It’s all made up.” (Joe Shimon, a professional assassin and deep cover operative, speaking belatedly in life to his daughter.)
The Boxenwolf (also known as the Buxenwolf) was from Germanic lore of the Schaumberg region where a pact had been made with the Devil himself. The victim can be transmuted into a wolf with the help of a magic girdle. The girdle was said to be a device from Hell. When he takes the form of a wolf, he enjoyed persecuting people. Even though he looked like a regular wolf, he is still able to think like a human but gained “wolf powers” as well. His senses were magnified, such as smell, sight, and he was able to run incredibly fast.
Stories and legends continued as to old and resilient as evil and the questioning of Power itself.
The Nazi Reich of the mid-century was an assimilation of Black Magic and these occult beliefs.
In 1923, a man known as Fritz Kappe created a terrorist group called Organization Werewolf. Their official banner looked a lot like a pirates’ old Jolly Roger – a black flag with white skull and crossbones (not to mention the semblance to Yale University’s Skull and Bones). At first, the group’s movement spread very quickly throughout Germany. Due to arrests by the Weimar government, the Werewolves never grew into an agency that caused any real threat: or so the popular conception went.
It is likely that Organization Werewolf was created in response to Adolf Hitler’s desire for Germany’s youth to be like werewolves – cruel and harsh, people that wanted to destroy humankind (history books say that Hitler was obsessed with wolves and werewolves and wanted his men to be more like them).
The name was chosen after the title of Hermann Löns’ novel, Der Wehrwolf (1910). Set in the Celle region, Lower Saxony, during the Thirty Years’ War (1618–48), the novel concerned a peasant, Harm Wulf, who, after his family is killed by marauding soldiers, organised his neighbors into a militia who hunted the soldiers mercilessly and executed any they captured, referring to themselves as Wehrwölfe. While not himself a Nazi (he died in 1914) Löns’ work was also popular with the German far right, and the Nazis reveled his work.
Werner Naumann, Goebbels’s top aide at the end of the war, sent out a noteworthy message by teletype to the Nazi Party’s regional propaganda offices in early April 1945. It called on the residual propagandists throughout Germany to devote their full efforts to building an underground resistance movement that would make Allied occupation insufferably costly. The Allies were in fact worried about the possibility of the Werewolf movement, but in the end, Germans were more than ready to have the war over and not much came of this final effort. (Werner Naumann, “Jetzt scheiden sich die Geister!” National Archives Microfilm Series T-311, roll 169, frames 1071-1074.)
Later, many historians came to believe that the German-American Bund supposedly went out of existence and that there really were no cogent groups such as Odessa after the war. There was mention of U-boats U-530 and U-977 and the 54 German U-boats that “disappeared” in a connection with a mythical Neuschwabenland. These tales were regulated to rumor and history’s junk pile. We are told that tales about the Nazi “time machine” technology – The Bell – wunderwaffe – was only a flagrant science-fiction-story.
Ironically, despite the myth’s historical actuality, mainline historians agreed to dismiss the legend and continue the disbelief down through the ages.
March 21, the celebration of the goddess Ostara, the evening of the kill shot.
The thud of a closed side entrance way to the Boxenwolf mansion denotes the young heiress’ exit. As she makes her way into the accompanying landscape of the property, a sudden hush comes over the territory, all wildlife becomes still and the wind stops as if upon command. Window light from the enormous manse intrudes upon the night while sharing the jet black darkness of many darkened rooms. The golden sheen of her long hair punctuates her passage towards the gradually rising mound several thousand feet into the property. Her swagger causes the strands to bounce sensuously from one side of her neck to the other. The nineteen-year-old’s erotic and unctuous rhythmic unveiling of her calf and leg through the slit of her gown is constant, disturbed every few seconds by her dodge over a hidden intruder-detection device. Her image recedes. As she gets closer to the mound, the sounds of night-time wildlife revive and quickly rise into a crescendo of sound. She opens a door at her destination that briefly reveals a yellow interior.
Suddenly, several feet away, a rectangular hangar door begins to slide upward. Just beyond it, posed bravely and daringly in the soft yellow-white light of the immense hangar, is a shining and suave Mercedes-Benz black limousine. It looks stark in the hygienically immaculate expanse of multiple pneumatic-operated floor platform/elevators. Their only accompaniment is the laboratory bays running around the inside periphery of the armory. The critters of the forest now sing in full force. For a brief moment, the girl stands in the breeze that is rippling her gown, exposing her youthful flesh and the sensuous curve of a pink calf of one leg. The unnaturally warm night air holds the unusual smell of mulch covering the budding flora growing beneath the earth that even these unseasonable events are also responding to her supernatural presence. Her sparkling blue eyes stare into and challenge the night. Gripped in her right hand is a mass of metal and wood. She swings the driver side door open, thrusts a rifle across the seat, and follows into the sleek interior..
“…the soft yellow-white light of the immense hangar…”
Her omniscience having performed expertly, the teenager is soon perched high above St. Louis in a selected sniper’s nest. No Rules of Engagement for her: she ‘is’ the Judge Advocate General (she must control herself from going out on these vicious safaris). What a combination, she thinks to herself, a specially designed sniper scope and her marvelous brain to dial-up the shooter solution. The target had left his office and is making his way south on Broadway Boulevard. The target stops to swiftly dispose of a paper bag containing the pulverized remains of a stealth “transient material” spy device into a curb-sewer as trash. The shooter assembles the barrel suppressor and braces her weapon with the help of an armature. Both eyes open on the scope in a mystical deer’s gaze. The jeweled and sparkling city about and below her seems to freeze in a mosaic of multi-colored design and scintillation. She zeroes in on the target’s center of mass and then adjusts the dial for the head. As she settles into her final Engagement Position, the girl begins to hum more of the Milsap tune, but this time in German: There are suspicions that lead to questions, then alibis, and then to lies. Her silky hair slides along her cheek enmeshing with the tantalizing smell, not only of the wolf pheromones of her perfumed shampoo but the unusually embedded aura of rifle lubricant and the sweet smell of her leather sniper gloves. The humming ceases. A deadly moment of dreadful silence dominates. She stops breathing for a second. She jerks the trigger to the right, adjusting for the wind, maybe even a shift in gravity.
The victim’s head becomes a gruesome mass of the bullet’s shock waves causing brain, skull bone, cerebral cortex, subcutaneous tissue, and various dermis to expand forward and upward in a red-white halo amid streamers in a mangled mess of hurt. The body lurches inches upward and forward in the direction of the blast, then drops like a wet rag.
All the technical data in sniper school, about distance, moving targets, running targets, she says to herself, becomes embedded, not just in your brain, but also in one’s arms, hands, and fingers.
However, it is nothing like the dexterity of the Magic she is about to do now in hiding her tracks; life can be stranger than old wives’ folklore tales.
Somebody here, says Milsap, which we cannot see.
March 21, late afternoon, one year later, in the current year.
Axtilgeenix: An ancient Gitxsan name meaning “he who walks leaving no tracks.”
Detective Lieutenant Wayne Harrington is afraid to answer the phone, even though he is a brave soldier of the Special Operations Unit. Every time it rings, it brings more dead-end information about a murder case in mid-St. Louis one year ago to-date. It had been hundreds of interviews, and multiple tests that had caused the case to languish in a pile of police paperwork that now confronted the detective. He is once again to review the facts and updates. Updates? The term Cold Case File didn’t do this case justice. He thought of another expression: Dead End Waste Land.
Such exasperation is not unlike the inhospitably callous city of St. Louis: To the north and east of the metropolis are the beige and chalk-white spires that race to the heavens on steel and concrete diagrid-skeletons and escalating terraces filled with heartless, arrogant, and cowering souls. The streets appear to be bare and unfriendly. Tiny black UAV micro-spy drones circle indomitably, gnat-like to and from the launch pad atop the nearby Police Department headquarters.
An expanded sky-walk from police headquarters, over Spruce Avenue to the Robert A. Young Federal Building, allows transport of homicide case files, easily moved to the recently purchased property by the Police Department: a heavily guarded conference room called the War Room. Special FBI Agent Jerold Schultz stands frozen aside the scenery, an office equipped with two desktop and several laptop computers, several telephones, a large meeting table in the center and one huge picture window from which the railroad yard below and the building line to the south could be readily viewed. Around the perimeter of the room, and on the table, are file boxes. Some of the manila folder contents are stacked haphazardly and spread across the table and several adjoining desks. The black silk suit and tie attiring the FBI detective appear to come alive when he suddenly breaks his stare to the rail-yard below.
“Okay Wayne, let’s see if I can put this all in perspective before I sign off on this review.” His silver-blonde hair and a silver-lined mustache denote his age, now a 20-year-veteran of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He speaks with authority as a Chief Agent of the Critical Incident Response Tactical-Ops Investigator Specialist Group. He turns to look out the window again. He jiggles the coins in his front pocket. His fingers nervously tap the leather of his gun holster hidden on his belt. He abruptly slaps his gun and holster and gets back to the dreary business at hand in a final recitation of the chain of events.
“Our victim was shot on the evening of March 21 a year ago by a high-velocity-what-appeared- to-be ‘smart frangible projectile’ – possibly a hand-made bullet – that left absolutely no trace residue or hybrid materials – nothing – by a sniper several blocks away from an upper-level office in the 593-foot Metropolitan Square building, of that we are absolutely sure?”
Detective Herrington quietly flips another manila folder onto a stack on the table. He sits in a chair towards the end. He has dressed casually: no tie, dress slacks, but an extra-large plaid shirt that barely covers his stomach. Bags under his eyes denote lack of sleep and a possible kidney problem. His round and pudgy face, as his co-workers conjectured, seem to portray his kindness and his integrity.
“That’s correct: no copper, no zinc, no nickel, aluminum, antimony, no Teflon…you name it. We cooperated with several laboratories, not just the Medical Examiner’s Office here. Legal medical investigation of all tissue, blood and blood splatter, at Quantico, other laboratories for backup. Neutron-activation analysis, energy-dispersive x-ray spectrometer….it’s all there…” Herrington waves his palm over the table.
The FBI agent continues, “And we know the shot came from a certain office in the Metro Square building because of the algorithm Quantico used on the beveling and tissue dispersal direction – not to mention what was caught on neighboring security cameras?”
“Plus acoustic evidence – Boomerang equipment and hidden street-audio-recordings – blood splatter analysis – the angle of impact – all seemed to pinpoint the Metro Square building in a cone of trajectory.” (A high-end computer-aided design and model that was established.) Herrington continues, “But there was no direct evidence that anyone was in the office at the time: no pertinent fingerprints, no aerosol evidence, the forensic crews went over that office with a fine microscopic-comb. No gunfire traces, no witnesses, no security violations…we hit hard on that.” Herrington hands a manila envelope to the FBI agent. He sits again. “My back is killing me,” the detective says in a grimace of pain.
Agent Schultz turns back to face Herrington, casually reading the contents: “A clear violation of Locard’s rule: ‘Any action of an individual, and obviously the violent action constituting a crime, cannot occur without leaving a trace’.” He stares blankly at Herrington for a good minute: “But also the laws of physics.”
Special FBI Agent Jerold Schultz Analyzes the Crime Situation
He is correct, Herrington muses to himself; a killer always takes something away from a crime scene and always adds something to it, but here the use of the word ‘always’ seemed incongruous. Oh yes, we live in an increasingly new, modern, technological age, he ponders to himself.
“Yeah, we brought in sophisticated, mobile equipment, mass spectral odor analysis, gas chromatograph-mass spectrometers, and so forth,” as part of the latest police equipment used on site. “We checked not just the one office, but all the adjoining offices, the outside ledges, and the window panes; we were practically camped out there for a week,” Herrington stands and arches his back and stretches. “We logged and interrogated every sentient being. Nothing on cameras…” Herrington stops and gives the FBI man a serious stare, as if he had just stepped out in front of a moving vehicle, his eyebrows rose for emphasis, “And how do you fire a rifle from within a closed office without damaging the window glass?”
“The shooter obviously owned the night!”
“To say the least,” Herrington agrees.
Beads of sweat creep over his forehead ridges.
Because of the increasingly bizarre nature of the crime, the Chief of the Homicide Division requested and received special funds. A massive dragnet and manhunt were instituted that very week and the downtown area was practically quarantined with a flood of special officers formed into a Task Force. Other agencies assisted on an emergency basis: The Bureau of Justice Assistance, The National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime, and other alphabet insignia. All persons with special rifle skills were located and questioned. It was continuous. A massive job that entailed multiple grids, ground, and dog-sniffing searches, along with countless interrogations. Because Metro Square is home to many attorney suites (commonly referred to as the Lawyer Building; St. Louis had a ratio of five lawyers per 1000 citizens), the Police Department consistently received threats by attorneys for harassment and invasion of privacy. The sniper couldn’t have picked a better spot for gumming the wheels of justice..
They utilized several criminal databases: The Criminal Justice Commission Statistical Analysis Center, the United Nations on Drugs and Crime Statistics, and others. None of the data had a direct solution to the crime; only vague suggestibility. After a briefing by the Task Force, The National Security Agency reported that surveillance satellites would not add to a solution. Spy satellites were called into use. Carnivore, Echelon, Prism, and Mainway satellites detected nothing useful. The NROL-75 spy satellite was in use over St. Louis that day: it recorded not a soul or machine that would give them a clue. The Police Department utilized micro aerial drones in St. Louis and surrounding areas, but no pertinent information as to mystery vehicles or persons. The paper bag that the security videos recorded the victim throwing into the sewer: its contents were located, at least, nothing in the Periodic Table of elements that would lead back to him – its self-destruction denoted a high level of technology.
As far as the victim’s background, police had nothing the Task Force could hang their hat on. A young, career-climbing attorney, he had made a prior arrangement to meet his girlfriend farther south of Broadway Avenue at a local grill and pub several blocks away. He was in good health. He left the office early in the evening. The Task Force traced all of his telephone and cell phone calls. All apparently were legitimate. Did he have any enemies? Well, you know, he ‘was’ a ‘lawyer.’
“We looked into his history. He was a Military Policeman in Afghanistan. It gets a little fuzzy at that point. Upon coming out of the Marines, he quickly went about supporting his career as an attorney. There was no response from the CIA as far as any intelligence connections. I’ll work on that,” says Schultz. The agent went back to observing the inbound and outbound railroad below. Shultz is shifting his glances from the outside scenery to his partner now and then, but his features in no way betray his successfully hidden, evil thoughts. Occasionally, there is the shrill frequency zing of a passing high-speed train. Mild snowflakes begin to intermingle with the smoke coming from railroad engines.
Herrington lumbers erect, arches his back and tightens his lips, “I tell ya, a few more cases like this one and I ‘will’ retire.” He runs his hand through his thinning hair, scratching his scalp for relief.
“Haven’t been well?” queries Schultz, glancing over to the detective. Beneath the silk of Schultz’s clothing are the hard, muscular swirls of a Spartan and athletic body. Herrington’s switching of his head side to side was his only reply. “Well, get me that summary – we’ll sign off on it – move the files back into storage for now, and let some other policemen use this office. Have the files shipped to my storage area in Virginia. We’ll keep an eye on it down at Quantico.” Schultz eyes the detective wryly. “You said there were some scratches on the victim’s back or some injury. Do you have the autopsy photos handy?”
“Sure, nothing’s changed on that; it was no injury, except one the victim’s nervous system created. The coroner and the examiners said it was a psychosomatic reaction…” Harrington locates and hands the folder containing the photos to the FBI man. “There it is, ‘psycho-physiological-mind-body-somatic reaction…’ caused at the time and from the trauma of the rifle shot, eh, like a pronounced rash or blushing…hydro-static shock….” (Herrington is having difficulty describing psychosomatic medicine.)
“No animal attributions? Someone says…”
“Nah, we had an expert in here looking at the photos. The marks only lasted a few hours and then went away. The expert was a carnivore biologist and behavioral ecologist, a forensic anthropologist,” Herrington tries to create a smile as his lips were contorted by his back pain, “someone joked about a wolf’s bite-marks. A joke? Someone had misspoken. It was nothing.”
The FBI man was acquainted with the photographic evidence from his previous visits, but he couldn’t resist looking at them one more time. Schultz’s gaze at the photos grew into a barely subdued look of astonishment. He recognized the vague outlines of an emblem he knew all too well. He tried not to allow his look of incredulity to betray his feelings to the other police officer. He recognized what he was looking at because he had such an emblem tattooed on his ankle in his youth. Because of his tender age at the time, all that remained was a rough vaccination-like circle from surgery that was barely visible. This evidence, however, was all too clear to Schultz, if only to him alone: it was the parallel strikes of the double sig rune – the SS bolts – the runic insignia of the schutzstaffel!
Later, Herrington braces himself inside his trench over-coat as he leaves the building and heads into the increasing snowflakes and wind that lash against the down-turned brim of his fedora hat. He rehearses a mental mantra to himself: “I only have a few more years to my retirement.” He sees how the unkind and inclement weather ensconces itself as compared to this time last year. He recalls that last March was rather warm and ‘quiet’… the ‘quiet before the storm.’ He reflectively muses how a battle is taking place, not just of technology, but also, of the supremacy of power itself. The rules of the ‘game’ are increasingly complex and byzantine. Herrington is thinking of scientist David Bohm’s comments in a book he is reading about the “widespread feeling of helplessness and despair.”
How sad and prophetic.
″He reflectively muses how a battle is taking place, not just of technology, but also, of the supremacy of power itself.”
In the following weeks, almost spasmodically, investigators of various types and ranks in the case – die. Lieutenant Wayne Herrington dies in his bed from a heart attack. The Chief of Police is killed in a car crash. The Missouri Attorney General dies in an airline crash. Myriad technicians and news reporters alike also demise. An electrical fire destroys Schultz’s files on this case along with killing two visiting detectives; other unbeknownst but related deaths dance with questions of synchronicity, obscurity, and fate. Schultz, however, seems imperious to misfortune. Individually, each death had a certain amount of rectitude that leaves the deceased with a mindset of normality, but, like a slithering blood slick that trails all the way down to Quantico, the macabre body count is disconcerting but always becomes somehow unquestioned.
The Horrid Eternal Lair:
Wolfsschlucht (Wolf’s Ravine)
“Once we have the power we will never give it up!” Heinrich Himmler, Nazi SS Leader; later, “It is our duty to take these children if we have to rob or steal them. It is our duty to take their German blood or destroy it.”
March 21, the morning of the ‘kill shot.’
Amidst the forlorn late morning fog in the cold March climate in the hills and ravines of Saint Albans, jutted on cliffs of the Missouri River, behind the mangled branches of towering oak, maple and the suffocating bulks of uncultivated evergreen trees, stands a 40-million-dollar-plus 20-room-mansion. The structure lies one mile from a massive estate-gate laced with the latest reconnaissance and voice recognition technology. The 15-acre estate is shorn of the springtime horticulture that long-ago laced and decorated the citadel. The domain smothers beneath woodlands hiding the cruel, Gothic face that was once a healthy and happy Manor. The House of Boxenwolf rejected the name of Watson in the 70s and took on the coat of arms and family crest of Boxenwolf on the same property. The Boxenwolf emblem hangs menacingly above the substantial 3-inch thick mahogany front door with its stiles and panels bulleted by a 19th-century snarling wolf-head door knocker.
Along the forest tree line, the shining eyes of wolves glimmer from lowered heads in fear and unwitting respect for the proprietors. Despite its horrid surroundings, the true value of the property is hidden beneath an unfathomable mountain of scientific and technical espionage labyrinths concealed beyond door chimes that herald Lao Arnaud’s The Buglers’ Dream.
(A history of the realm, buried in the muck and bustle of human activity, is one of the thousands of such asylums disguised about the planet. Many are shrouded with thousands of spy, DNA Reconnoiter, Black Hat and Black Ops devices typical of the Boxenwolf Empire. The regime often chooses special names, titles, and codes of hidden mystical significance.)
The dim, barely audible voice of the late horror-actor Boris Karloff is but a creeping whisper floating in the lonesome corridors, hidden somewhere within and emitted from a classic B-movie-murder-film playing on a television in the bowels of its inner sanctum. The building’s innards are bathed in the aroma of cigar smoke from many tycoon meetings and overlaid throughout with the scent of basil and underpinnings of cannabis, myrrh and frankincense transfused all over the stony citadel. The movie is interrupted for a commercial break on drastically reduced automobile sale prices. The ad is themed by the barely-heard distant sounds coming from a boy’s television of a classic Beatles song of 1958, In Spite of All the Danger…“In spite of all that may be, I’ll do anything for you, anything you want me to be…”
A telephone is ringing. A very elderly women trudges towards the incessant sound, one foot sliding ahead of the other in effortful, somewhat painful, movements encrypted with many years of haunted memento. Her haggard features portray profound life-worn expressions of fatigue, fear, dignity, regret, concupiscence, and, yes, horror and revenge that drips from grayed wrinkled flesh. In the shadowy and ghoulishly lit house, she somehow reaches the phone. As a Great Dame, she surrounds her world with rare and extravagantly exotic archetype materials as signs of her immense and boundless authority. Her left hand, almost transparent with age, grips the pure diamond and gold wolf-head knob of an exquisite hand carved stiletto-cane resembling flowing wolf fur. With each step, the staff clangs and echoes as it hits the marble floor. Slowly picking up the receiver in quivering hands, she raises it to her aged ear. A very trembling, low, but audible, juddering woman’s voice speaks into the jeweled, computerized antique-celebrity-decorator phone that is totally secured and completely severed of contact with any normal landline system:
“Yes?’ She speaks sternly with as much authority as she can muster.
The caller resides in an attorney’s office in downtown St. Louis, one of the larger buildings occupied by so many attorneys it has become known as “The Lawyer’s Building,” a citadel of power. A strong, rather youthful and confident male voice responds:
“I’ve just spent 15 minutes dickering with your security receptionist! Hello? Is Justus Watson there?”
The old woman is momentarily stunned by the scolding; it is apparent the conversation had gotten off on the wrong foot and that this rapscallion thinks he has somehow connived his way [rather, was knowingly permitted] through her security apparatus. The centenarian slowly glances back to her servant partially hidden in the darkness of the hallway. The servant nods his head as his statuesque features rise and lowers in acknowledgment.
“No. No, he is not,” she lies. Do you mean ‘Boxenwolf’? Who is this? How did you get this number?”
“It’s Bob Felding; I’m an attorney in the Office of the Chief Actuary Staff at the Social Security Administration,” he lies. “An application has been passed down to me for more intimate handling. It was only a cursory examination at the Inspector General’s Office. Ah, it seems…..Justus filled out a form improperly, we just wanted to get with him and help him correct a few things.” (Bob Felding looks astute with professionally trimmed blonde hair, wearing a classic fit pinpoint dress shirt with black oxford shoes. Bob Felding also works on occasion as a CIA Block and Chain Cutout. His Intelligence privileges allow him to use disposable and destructible special CIA voice-to-skull transmitting equipment.)
“He’s not here now; is there something I can help you with? He’s my grandson.” The word ‘grandson’ is pronounced in aristocratic slowness.
“Oh, well, he’s not supposed to write any extra comments on the form; he’s written some messages at the top…”
“Oh, oh, well, what was that?”
“He must have misunderstood some of the questions…”
“Well, he seemed confused, I guess he got off track, he wrote, among other things, that he was born on 21st of July…”
“Well?” interrupts the Baroness, her cheeks sinking inward as blood flowed away from her face in the rise of anger beginning to rise and ripple through her body. She begins to fidget, crossing her arm over her breasts and tucking her hand beneath the drooping fat of her bent arm. She frequently glances over the shoulder to see if her servant would soon be in pursuit to her side. Nevertheless, she really did not need information as to why this call existed. She twirls her lavishly jeweled ring around her thin finger. She can hear Felding’s breath signaling his exasperation.
There is an interruption and a long pause along with an elderly cough for courage. She recollects the past, where in happier times, she would have spanked Justus’s mischievous butt. Now, she knows Justus was not being particularly malicious in this matter. Her brother, Ignacious Boxenwolf, is somehow aware of this special clandestine governmental project. The Boxenwolf Intelligence corps knows the telephone call was coming well before it arrived. There was, in fact, no application sent to this man. She will play along with this suspicious person. It is not the first time ‘spies’ have hounded her. She will throw him a curve, and give her staff time to investigate…this so-called ‘stranger’ in her house.
“Oh? Really? I…I…I…don’t recall this at all. You know, you know, I don’t believe he did!”
“No, no. We get misapplications all the time. However, everything seems to be wrong here…we couldn’t find a thing, a thing at all, in our databases. It was like he didn’t exist.” (Felding releases a small giggle.)
Scuffling her feet awkwardly to show a stance of indignation and to muster a sense of protest, she grips the ivory-diamond phone, all color escaped from her hand under the pressure of her grip. Maybe she can throw the attorney off track.
“No. No. I hope not…I don’t think so…I know my grandson….there’s no indication that he contacted you… know all his friends…”
“Ma’ am, he ‘is’ an applicant…”
She is jabbing the phone closer to her ear in anger, causing the earlobes to redden.
“I don’t think so, sir! I tell you! He’s been living here for years…don’t you think his grandmother would know?”
“Well, yeah, I would think so…” The great scarcity in official records of any mention of the Boxenwolf family had previously crossed Felding’s mind, but he had no way to know that its universal eradication was due to hyperactive technology and memory dissolution. This matter will be forever seen by everyone as only a preliminary investigation. The complete history was not even revealed to him. Felding is relentless, however, as he fiddles with the settings on his hyper-technical detection device: an outgrowth of global science and DARPA experimentation.
“When would this ‘be’? How could this ‘happen’?” Her feet move back and forth in nervous little movements, barely staying in her loose but expensive slippers.
“It happens all the time.”
“In other families, maybe, sir, but I tell you, you have no applicants from our family!”
Felding continues weak, exasperated laughs. “Mistakes happen to all of us, everyone, lady; you, me, every single, breathing person!”
She gasps in shock at Felding’s brash attitude. “Are you crazy? Maybe you, young man, but I’ve handled major matters in dire situations for all my life…this has nothing to do with us, and that is that!”
(Life’s magic had often come in evil ways. For Lauren Watson – soon to be Boxenwolf – evil came as she had stood in the 1970 soil of Kenya, Africa. A youthful statue of picturesque female beauty, anchored in the best aristocratic heritage and education, muscularly sensuous with rose-ivory cheeks, exquisite ruby lips filled from healthy blood within. Her demanding blue eyes portrayed her majesty in her female safari skirt, hunting vest, tag boots and slouch hat that covered locks of brilliantly golden hair. Feet planted firmly and boldly braced for her shot, the 8 x 57 MM Mauser raised delicately, scope cradling her eye; she aimed steely at the swirling, lashing bushes. The native boy had come charging to her side, yelling frantically and pointing his finger in fear at the burly, bouncing mass of fur that became known as a shape-shifting monster of the Steytlerville region. It suddenly lurched from the thicket; “Wesens! Wesens! Bawokozi! Save us!” Without flinching, undistracted, undeterred she squeezed the trigger and a powerful, explosive crack riveted the air…the epitome of good warring against evil was suddenly lodged at the end of a rifle barrel.)
Felding pauses. He suddenly finds himself confused and at a loss for words. “I am afraid you misunderstand me, I am speaking about ‘human’ beings, lady.”
“And what do you think ‘I’ am; a courtesan from Mars? You, young people, are going to hell in a hand-basket, you think we all are part of your den of iniquity, calling here, looking for your kind, thinking no one can unravel your mischief…”
Felding leans back in his adjustable leather seat, trying to regain some casual composure.
“He sent us an application, I didn’t ask him to.”
She realizes some technological expertise had to be obtained to call in on such a hidden telephone line; an impossibility. However, Felding connotes much more to her. She knows the type: four to six years of law school and practice gives them the illusion that they deserved salaries greater than the President of the United States. They even feel they outdistance the subterfuge displayed in the Dirty Tricks Division of the Central Intelligence Agency. The legal industry is rife with them. As they speak—unfortunately for Felding—the Boxenwolf security apparatus is functioning expertly: something that even the machinery of the U.S. Special Activities Division Directorate of Science and Technology could not compare with.
“Do you know what you are doing, young man? Do you know with whom you are dealing?”
“Ma’am, I’ve dealt with all kinds of people in my profession. I’ve been a Chief Audit Executive in Senior Management of the Internal Revenue Service. I’ve had FPTE, IE, ETS, CAS work under me. I’ve organized and trained thousands in the IRS Large Business and International Division…”
“Nonsense…!” There is again an interruption to her scolding.
“…we’ve audited a 22,000 square metric factory in Saudi Arabia, and I am presently joining the Affordable Care Act – the Audit Team on the National Health Care…,” lying, he continues to probe; hoping little bits of information would come out revealing the true nature of the person he is dealing with.
The old woman’s face deflates into an ashen disgust. She knows the conversation has to take a different direction.
“Shut up, you pimple! You ant! We ‘own’ you…” Her voice holds a special quiver on the word ‘own.’
“I am highly educated, lady. I am no dummy. I’ve graduated from Yale and Harvard…” Felding has deliberately left behind all semblances to professional politeness and truth as part of his disguise.
A carnivorous smile comes upon her face. “You don’t ‘understand’, you impudent guttersnipe! We ‘own’ Yale; we ‘own’ all of them, all of them! I’ve been educated beneath countless tenured professors in our secret bases around the world. Are you a Sharpshooter? I am! I’ve traveled in time and trained in the traditions of snipers: Simo Hayha, Lieutenant Lyudmila Pavlyuchenko,” and the list of historically renown snipers and sharp-shooters begins to unravel at length, and in rapid fashion, “And I’ve personally trained with U.S. Marine sniper Carlos Hathcock on the M-25 White Feather. I am more than an Ojibwa Warrior, trained by many governments. We destroy ‘governments!”
Felding continues to gourd the old lady, despite the fantastic comments he was hearing; it was all vital information. “…not ‘the’ government, not ‘this’ government (caustic chuckle.)…it has too much ‘power.’” He continues assuasive chuckles; maybe, Felding says to himself, he could flush the story out of this old hag.
“Power?” Her voice races to a sudden peak of irresolute anger; she pauses only briefly to muster a little strength and determination in her voice. “I’ll tell you about ‘power’! (Her voice strings out the sound of that last word slowly as if punctuating it. She takes a deep breath and her causerie continues amidst a newfound strength and energy.) I have stood on many a catwalk looking down into the golden glare and searing heat of pristine melted gold poured from ladles in thousands of our gold foundries around the world. We have hundreds of Lutetium, Rhodium, and rare earth factories thousands of feet below the earth. I have sat before the scintillating canopy of hundreds of video screens in one of our Cyber Centers; tabulated visuals portraying the millions of RFID and bioresorbable spy-implant chips in our universal enterprise: charting the lives of billions of public human lives. Power? (Her face is rubescent with anger) I do not believe I ‘can’ die, but if that fate surrounds me, I have the best cryogenic laboratory and scientists standing ready to resurrect me. That’s ‘power’! I have talked with CEO’s and CFO’s in over thousands of companies and Presidents of countries. Unbeknownst to them, we own Maharashtra, Uttar Pradesh, Gujarat Energy Development, L.G. Group, Barrack Gold, Bankers Petroleum, Halliburton, SPDR Gold, Teva Pharmaceutical…,” her anger is punctuated from small blood trails as she scratches the ridges of her staff. She names companies ranging from Saudi Aramco to the Rand Corporation…
“You’re joking?” Beads of sweat are forming on Felding’s face. Seldom had he had to back down as an attorney in the courtroom, but he knows he is up against much more now than a courtroom-witness.
“I thought you were an ‘expert’ at the Internal Revenue Service? Why don’t you know?” The old woman takes advantage of a silent moment.
“There is a lotyou don’t ‘know’!” (She pauses to regain her breath as a token of control.) “Justus is just not in your league, he is working to be a member of a society that you couldn’t even comprehend, and you….you….you…hiding under the disguise of ‘social security’ – there will be nothing ‘secure’ about you, sir…”
The heiress’ attention moves to the pulsating and flashing rainbow of lights on the security alert panel above the telephone podium; each color denoting a stage of security endangerment. To the far left, a button is a steady red: a denotation that a security matter must be attended to privately and personally. She has been waiting for the signal.
“Well, can you have him call me…?” Felding’s face has become a lineless mask of astonishment; a creeping assessment of the situation as critical: perhaps he did and perhaps he didn’t get the information he wanted, but he will make a safe exit now.
“He won’t be calling you, sir. The secret will be kept!Coute Que Coute!”
Lauren Boxenwolf instinctively knows that this meandering chitchat has to be ended. Once again, the Power that stalks those who challenge and threaten ‘Its’ divulgence will protect its history. She ‘could’ completely disintegrate and wipe out his identity and history with a flick of the finger. This problem, however, will be a personal ‘visit,’ and for pure sensual pleasure, a direct hunt.
She presses a buzzer in the mega-gigabyte-memory telephone console-pad. It summons her security concierge, the Boxenwolf Enterprise Guard, and Maintenance Cadre. They will bring forth from the subterranean conclave an armored, technologically seasoned vehicle, saturated with sophisticated superior weaponry, her current-model-Mercedes-Benz-Classic-Black-Bison limousine.
“I’ve always felt there was something fishy about our misappropriations for the ‘social security’… (She deliberately emphasizes the pronunciation of the words.)…So many so-called powerful organizations think they are solely in control, I’ve been watching, trulywatching...and now you have come to break my boredom, to milk my revenge…”
Her blood pressure rapidly rises–her brain is firing millions of synapse connections in passion. Visions of her past memories cascade into her mind, flooding her body with a sense of overwhelming revulsion. Throwing the wolf-head staff aside into the air, she drops the expensive silk robe off her body. Standing naked, she reaches for a young women’s elaborate and expensive slit-gown draped over the corner of her expensive leather Arm Chair.
“I’m going to hang up now.” The muscles in Felding’s stomach begin twisting and hardening.
“I know all about you! I have your number: you are ‘mine!’ Do not try to come here. I’m over 120-years-old; doesn’t mean I cannot defend myself. I have a long-range, multi-shot, sniper weapon with specially equipped Crisp, Creep-free Trigger Pull …”
A sovereign voice, some ghost off to the side and upward, is whispering. Her eyes jolt into a haunted gaze. Stunned, she slowly arches her head to look up to the invisible phantom speaking to her. Lips quivering, she moans to herself; her body beginning to shiver in an unexpected passion. She unexpectedly releases a small yellow rivulet of urine that runs down her leg; it laces onto her emerald, ruby, and diamond Javier Barrera slippers. It pools on the floor. Dazed, she looks at a rifle silhouetted from the hearth flames; it hangs with an armada of other expensive weapons near the cavernous fireplace mantle–the phone, slightly away from her mouth, she begins to barely whisper to herself in lustful sensuous tones of sexual arousal. Erotic muscles tighten and twinge as little known sexual zones release into an orgasm that suddenly racks her body…
Now dispossessed from her unseen lover, her attention is reclaimed fully to an evil task…
“…and I ‘know’ how to use it, yes, yes I do…” She has somehow glided into the dress and tightened the belt.
“Bye now. Bye…” Felding’s voice, laced with signs of fright and apprehension, becomes somewhat weak and trailing.
“You weasel, scum, sneaking around…” She looks at the Collegiate Gothic style front door with an expression that encompasses every bit of dark, malevolent energy she can muster. All her facial and body features are consumed in a voice that is a low, groveling witch’s moan…
“…a stranger, no more!”
As if a wisp of smoke creeping unpredictably through the palace, the muffled, distressing monotone of an announcer to a slash-horror movie trailer can almost be heard from the distant television program in one of the far dens: “Run, if you must. Hide, if you are able. Scream, if you can…but whatever you do, don’t answer the phone.”
“Life’s magic had often come in evil ways. For Lauren Watson – soon to be Boxenwolf – evil came as she had stood in the 1970 soil of Kenya, Africa. A youthful statue of picturesque female beauty, anchored in the best aristocratic heritage and education.”
“Milsap didn’t write his own songs, but he was a master at choosing them. He said that he and a friend, iconic producer Rob Galbraith, started their own publishing company. One of their favorite writers was Mike Reid, a former professional football player who would go on to have his own successful solo career.
“I’d sit and talk with Mike,” Milsap said. “He’d ask me, what kind of song do you want? I told him, I’m out on the road and the truckers always want to know when am I going to sing something about them.
“About a year later, he came back to me with ‘Prisoner of the Highway.’ When he played me ‘Stranger in My House,’ I told him, ‘You know I’m going to record that one.’”