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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.
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)
(SACRED CORRIDORS: Secrets behind the Real Project Blue Book, Wright Paterson AFB,Roswell, Battelle, Memory Metal, Dr. J. Allen Hynek and UFO Cover-ups, Irena McCammon Scott, PhD, Flying Disk Press, 4 St. Michael’s Avenue, Pontefract, West Yorkshire, England WF8 4Q. 2019, 299 pages, $17.50.)
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.”
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Norio F. Hayakawa
“The fact that Cooper was a fat white guy living on top of a hill in Arizona, and was being described by liberal organizations like the Anti-Defamation League of B’nni B’rith and the Southern Poverty Law Center as a right-wing militia leader, mattered not at all. If anything, it was a plus. Cooper was a former Navy military intelligence man; if he was anything. That George Bush and Bill Clinton were behind the CIA plot to move crack cocaine into the ghetto, and claiming that AIDS was a manmade virus cooked up to wipe out the African people, this was worth listen to. Why would someone from military intelligence say stuff like that if it wasn’t true?” (PALE HORSE RIDER, p.18. Italics and emphasis added.)
So was one of the early statements of veteran journalist Mark Jacobson about his mysterious and ingenious subject, Milton William (Bill) Cooper, a man steeped in legend, prescience, occultism and a hundred aspects of our modern and segmented society. Jacobson has investigated Cooper’s furiously fragmented and yet extremely expansive forecasting of all occult and esoteric things that were often deadly. That even ended with his death at his own doorstep.
(PALE HORSE RIDER: WILLIAM COOPER, THE RISE OF CONSPIRACY, AND THE FALL OF TRUST IN AMERICA, Mark Jacobson, Blue Rider Press, Penguin Random House, LLC, 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10012, 2018, 375 pages, $24.30.)
Two early, major events in Cooper’s life charted the course he was to follow. The first was his enlistment in the military, Air Force once, and the Navy in 1966, eventually working under Admiral Bernard A. Clarey, Commander in Chief of the U.S. Pacific Fleet. Working for Clarey, Cooper had a Top Secret Q Clearance on classified material. As a MCPON (master chief petty officer of the Navy), Cooper had the opportunity to look into Clarey’s secret file that began to end Cooper’s “lifelong slumber”:
“Everything about the war was in there,” says Jacobson, “the story behind the alleged attack by the Vietnamese Navy in the Gulf of Tonken, the death counts, the American dealings with the corrupt South Vietnamese government. One by one the scales dropped from Cooper’s eyes. He was not the defender of freedom he had so longed to be but, rather, cannon fodder in a huge game of Risk played by powerful puppeteers.” (p. 48)
Cooper discovered that he really was not fighting for his country that his service was “really fighting for big business,” says Jacobson, “the coming one-world government.” It was a devastating realization, says Jacobson, “the lies, the black ops, the cover-ups, the murders.”
The second major event was the loss of his right leg due to a black limousine chase and Cooper’s crashing. On a motorcycle ride on Skyline Boulevard near Berkeley Hills, Cooper was chased by a black Cadillac which caused him to crash. One of the men felt for his carotid pulse, commenting that Cooper would eventually die. Shockingly, a second crash a month later caused by the same black limo, this time, Cooper lost his severely mangled right leg. The two men then appeared at his bedside one night, they questioned to know if Cooper would finally behave, or die. Cooper lied to them, received a prosthetic leg, and headed out into the world of radio broadcasts of his Hour of the Time show and the promulgation of his best-selling book Behold a Pale Horse.
Bill Cooper’s life consisted of many such major events.
Cooper’s “multiple-military-witness sighting” from the USS Tiru in 1966 encompassed a metal craft larger than a football field fell from the clouds into the ocean by sprouting gushers of water into the air. Moments later, the huge craft came up out of the water and shot back into the clouds once again.
Jacobson quotes Bill Cooper: “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 it perimeter. It did not disturb the sub’s electrical systems nor did it affect the gyro compass. It had the shape and form of a saucer with a bowl inverted in the saucer and it was huge.”
Whatever the possession the object had on Cooper’s thoughts, it did not prevent him from seeing UFOs as an earthly government experiment and not objects from outer space: his appraisal of speeches by the late Wernher von Braun and educator John Dewy.
“The presence of UFOs from out space was one more fear tactic,” Jacobson said, “a trick to get a frightened public in line behind a one-world totalitarian government. The most infuriating aspect of the subterfuge, Cooper regretfully admitted, was that he had fallen for it.” (pp. 103-105)
The precluding UFO years before Cooper’s reneging on space ship UFOs, were filled with all kinds of UFO peculiarities and theories. There was John Lear, son of William Lear who invented the first car radio for Motorola, and the fabulous Learjet fortune. John also wrote the August 25, 1988 “John Lear Hypothesis” that the U.S. government “has been in business with little grey extraterrestrials for about 20 years.” (pp.77-89) There was Operation Majestic Twelve documents (MJ-12), p. 72. There were ufologists on the scene, such as Stanton Friedman, Jacques Vallee, Walt Andrus, Bill English, Norio Hayakawa, Robert Lazar, Chris Carter, William Moore, and others. Cooper shared the legendary literature of the period such as publisher Raymond A. Palmer and writer Richard Sharpe Shaver, psychologist Gustav Jung, books such as The Protocols, The Bermuda Triangle, The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Message to the Blackman, and others. Cooper was aware of major UFO cases such as the Roswell UFO crash of 1947, also the Kenneth Arnold 1947 sighting of nine UFOs, President Eisenhower’s 1954 Muroc AFB alien encounter, the Betty and Barney Hill UFO abduction in 1961, the UFO Flap over Washington, D.C in 1952, and others.
In the early years of his radio broadcasts of The Hour of the Time, Cooper had ontologically traced the origin of what he referred to as Mystery Babylon (first mentioned by John of Patmos in Revelations 17: 3-5 as “Mystery, Babylon the Great, the Mother of Harlots and Abominations of the Earth”) revealed to him as “the story of the entire human race, as seen by the Initiates and Adepts” of the hidden religion that ruled the world (p. 141).
Mystery Babylon was certainly on his mind on June 28, 2001 as he summarized his suspicions on a The Hour of the Time radio broadcast from Cooper Hill at 96 North Clearview Circle near Eager, Arizona. Cooper said some “doofus jerk-off reporter from CNN” (yes, ‘that’ CNN…SE) miraculously found Osama bin Laden “in their hideout!”
Cooper said the intelligence community was lying to us, they knew where he had been, and how the Osama bin Laden myth was, says Jacobson, “wholly owned subsidiary of the Central Intelligence Agency…there were rumors floating around the mass media that bin Laden was planning attacks on the United States and Israel, but this was just subterfuge…” Cooper saw “something terrible” in the air. That “something” happened two and a half months later on September 11, 2001.
‘Something terrible is going to happen in this country,” Jacobson quotes Bill Cooper. “And whatever is going to happen they’re going to blame on Osama bin Laden. Don’t you evenbelieve it!” Two commercial airlines flew into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001 in a mayhem that killed 2,996 people, including 343 New York City Fire Department personnel.
Our modern-day Ezekiel, Jeremiah, Daniel prophet-totem, William Cooper also prophesied that a war would also break out about seventy-two hours following the 9/11 attack. And then he perked the tuning fork of prophecy up to a finer pitch, Jacobson quotes:
“They’re going to kill me, ladies and gentlemen. They’re going to come up here in the middle of the night, and shoot me dead, right on my doorstep.” (pp. 7-10, emphasis added)
In the plethora and maze of Cooper’s history was his fascination with Stanley Kubrick’s movie 2001: A Space Odyssey and Kubrick’s ingenious way of using double entendre, codes and symbols to speak out. The movie “was for the initiates and the adepts of the ancient religion, those who could understand the ‘symbology’ of the ‘mystery schools,’’’ says Jacobson. “This was the story of 2001, if you knew how to read the symbology, Cooper said. It was a retelling of the Garden of Eden story from the point of view of the Mystery Schools.” (pp. 144-145)
“Kubrick’s ingenious way of using double entendre, codes and symbols to speak out.”
The massacre of the Waco, Oklahoma Branch Davidian members on February 28, 1993 definitely tied into the matrix of Mystery Babylon:
“Again, Cooper had been right, called it from the beginning, ‘Mass Suicide’ really meant ‘Mass Murder,’” reports Jacobson. “And if anyone needed more proof that this was the next stage in a series of New World Oder shock tests as described in ‘Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars.’ (In the Waco Branch Davidian situation…SE), the FBI had brought in Lon Horiuchi, the same sniper who shot Vicki Weaver dead as she held her baby on Ruby Ridge.” (p. 224)
According to its predestined “plan,” Mystery Babylon went a step further with the bombing of the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995. And like Lee Harvey Oswald in the Jack Kennedy Assassination, there had to be a “sheep dipped” “patsy,” and that was Timothy McVeigh: Jacobson quotes Bill Cooper:
‘“Timothy McVeigh is the Lee Harvey Oswald of the American Reichstag!’ Cooper exclaimed pointing out that no real patriot could have attacked the United States of America. ‘We know who did it! You know in your heart who did it. If I have to tell you what is coming, then you’re as blind as a bat and just as stupid.’’’ (pp. 256-257)
This seems to be the same McVeigh who came unbeknownst with a friend as mystery guests (uninvited and anonymously) and visited Cooper in St. Johns, Arizona. Cooper said the two had quirky questions before leaving. They also talked about body “implants.”
THE BIG EVENT
Since the publications of his best-seller BEHOLD A PALE HORSE in 1991, Cooper had become known as somewhat of a prophet concerning the modern scene. Such visionary Shamanism on his The Hour of the Time broadcast happened on June 28, 2001 when Cooper was appraising the reality of the intelligence community knowing the location of Osama bin Laden and was attempting to blame bin Laden “upon the American mind set.” (p. 20)
Jacobson quotes Cooper: “I’m telling you to be prepared for a major attack. The target will be a large American city. Something terrible is going to happen they’re going to happen that they’re going to blame on Osama bin Laden. Don’t you even believe it.”
Two and a half months later, on September 11, 2001, that prophecy came true when two commercial airliners flew into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center in a massacre that murdered 2,996 people including 343 New York City Fire Department personnel.
Jacobson comments and quotes Cooper: “Freedom, the most elusive of qualities, best distilled in the inspired documents of the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, had been dealt a fetal blow. ‘From now on, freedom will be whatever the law allows you to do.’” (p. 10)
“They think they can tell you anything and you’ll believe it,” Jacobson quotes Cooper; this was Mystery Babylon’s victory jamboree and their “unholy bombs-blasting-in-air-bacchanal.”
Cooper would continue to broadcast about the conspiracy from his microphone and his hilltop, and predict and analyze the various aspects of Mystery Babylon, signified in the black community in the words of Elijah Muhammad in Message to the Blackman as “none other than America…full of riches, hatred, fornication, adultery, drunkenness, murder of the innocent and idol worship.” (p.182) It was also seen in the military-style SWAT team that attacked and devastated the Weaver family on Ruby Ridge and was executed in the Waco Branch Davidian massacre, another classical case.
Cooper saw the rapid extinction and the insidious control of what had been termed “Creator-endowed unalienable rights” in our Constitution: arena after arena, segment after segment, till cooper came face to face with another ultimatum, the Internal Revenue Service.
Through the friendships Cooper created in his radio career with WWCR, WBCQ and shortwave broadcasting, Cooper grew a ring of protection, one could a ‘militia,’ many of whom were tax-protesters. It had also become a plan for Bill Cooper as well, declaring his anti-tax status in a HOTT broadcast # 28 on February 28, 1993.
“No, Cooper said, paying income tax was voluntary because the law said so,” expounds Jacobson. “It was simple as that…the phrases ‘voluntary’ and ‘may enter’ carried the significance.”
Thereafter, Cooper was under dark surveillance and his home at 96 North Clearview Circle in Eager, Arizona had become a heavily-armed fortress, the perimeters were hawkishly watched by himself and his airwave friends.
Cooper’s purview had changed over the years due to various facts that he discovered. He no longer believed UFOs, flying sauces, to be extraterrestrial, but certain lectures convinced him they were government or military inventions, often used as “ploys” in psychological warfare gimmicks on the populace. Cooper knew they existed, however, because he had heard his share of strange-object-reports while fighting on the DMZ in Vietnam (p. 69).
Cooper’s life up to this point was far from healthy and unblemished, having been diagnosed with PTSD, and the symptoms seemed evident during his angry moments. Nine wives later, stressed and challenged by the warrant for his arrest, paranoid about intruders, Annie Cooper packed up their children, Poo and Allyson, and left Cooper alone on “Cooper Hill” to fend off intruders and survive. Daughter Jessica briefly returned to Cooper but it was a short-lived relationship because the feds took Jessica aside and tried to arrange an “entrapment” of Cooper using that daughter.
“Cooper’s family was gone,” says Jacobson. “There was nothing left but the fourth tenet of his Creed, the resolve not to give in.” (p. 309)
SHOOTOUT ON COOPER HILL
Cooper had come face to face with the federal agents encroaching on him, but he always successfully avoided them. The line had been dawn in the sand however, and there was no turning back.
“So much has been lost over the years,” says Jacobson. “God remained silent in Cooper’s struggle with the Devil. The Constitution had been victimized out of sheer neglect proving once and for all time that Ben Franklin had been right when he doubted humanity’s ability to live up to the document’s intention.”
One of the many trespassers that Cooper challenged on his property was a Dr. Scott Reynolds Hamblin and his family who visited R.V. Hill (soon called Cooper’s Hill), a spot once visited in the doctor’s youth for bike riding. It was a sensitive moment when they encountered Bill Cooper on July 11, 2001 as Bill had his already heightened fear of federal agents, along with his duties as a member of Neighborhood Watch. It didn’t help at all when Cooper physically threatened the Hamblins.
Scott Hamblin, who claimed to have property himself near Cooper’s property, filed a complaint to the Apache County Sheriff’s Office. The Hamblin’s had a long ancestry of Mormon militias and a high standing in the community; things certainly weren’t going well for Bill Cooper.
A Special Representative Team was planned to capture or takedown Cooper on November 5, 2001. The “entrapment plan” was a team of men to pretend to be riotous trespassers forcing Cooper to approach them. A “decoy” band of agents hid in the back of a truck to grab and arrest Cooper.
Surprisingly, Cooper approached them in his truck rather than on foot, and Cooper shouted a warning to them:
“I’m calling the cops, I’m going to give you ten minutes to be off this property, or the cops are going to be here.”
Cooper made an attempt to swerve his truck around in the storm-swept terrain and get back to his house to make the telephone call. Commander Tafoya chased Cooper’s truck. The Sheriff’s crew followed in the UC pickup while the “Tac Van” attempted to block Cooper’s path. Sargent Charles Brown shouted warnings and aimed his M4 submachine at Cooper’s truck; Sheriff Brian Hounshell did the same with his combat AR-15. In the ruckus and mayhem, Brown jumped on the running board of Cooper’s “step side” pickup and knocked Cooper’s hands off the steering wheel with his M4 gun, and then grabbed the gearshift. Cooper’s defense sent Brown falling on his butt. Cooper crashed into the rocky terrain forcing Cooper to run on foot for his house. Deputies Joseph Allen Goldsmith and Robert Marinez attempted to prevent Cooper from running, but, according to Jacobson, Cooper reached for his pistol and fired four defensive gunshots, one paralyzing Marinez, at which point Goldsmith kept firing his Glock .45 until Cooper fell dead, exactly as he prophesied, on his doorstep (pp. 328-332, italics and emphasis added).
Crusher, Cooper’s watch dog, chained securely to a truck, was also shot by the agents.
“Cooper saw himself as a messenger, a midnight-riding Paul Revere on the Pale Horse, warning of things to come, events that often turned out exactly as he said. He always thought that if only the sheeple would just wake up from their slumber, and listed to what he had to tell them,” says Jacobson, “the nation could be saved.” (p. 349, italics and emphasis added)
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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.”
Descriptions of UFOs seem as varied as do descriptions of the “science” that supposedly investigates them, but everything that pertains to UFOs is suddenly also in flux and question.The fifteen authors that have contributed essays in this book on the problematic situations and solutions to the aerial mystery agree strongly on one thing: New and radical changes to the modes of investigation need to come about.
“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, italics added)
Red Pill Junkie sees comparisons to the “Joker” in batman and the Dark Knight movies and other Trickster Phenomena such as Indrid Cold of the tales of the 1960s Mothman flap.
Physicist Dr. Harley Rutledge discusses the 1973 Piedmont, Missouri UFO Flap
Progressing truly into the UFO Matrix takes both guts and creativity, says Lorin Cutts: “Within the UFO and paranormal experiences, there does appear to be some kind of an external intelligence interacting with us in a variety of ways. Yet, for obvious reasons, the nonsense and Trickster elements are all too often overlooked. Certainly building any kind of literal belief system round the UFO contact experience would – to say the very least – appear hugely problematic” (p.79).
By ignoring or negating the parapsychological aspect of UFOs, large portions of science are muted as puzzle pieces. There is no doubt that the UFO Mystery is “multi-casual” and needs to be approached differently.
“Currently, the testimonies of UFO witnesses that describe corresponding high-strange and paranormal events are often ignored or met with ridicule,” says Susan Demeter – St. Clair, “from ufologists who rather not deal with the more bizarre aspects of UFO reports, and the professional skeptic organizations who are open to anything other than the Null hypothesis…in my opinion, is a big mistake.” (p. 169)
COLLECTIVE SOCIAL REALITY
The fifteen essayists “leave no stone upturned.” M.J. Banias says the problem is much larger than any physical “Silence Group.” It is deeply ideological.
“There is no secret society that has imprisoned UFO discourse; rather, it is our collective social reality, governed by the mechanisms of modern capitalist ideology, that has done so…Today, science is no longer counter-cultured, but is now the arbiter of mainstream culture, the self-proclaimed hub by which all knowledge is. Ironically, science has become what it rebelled against.” (pp. 133, 135)
Banias talks about some of the prevailing elements “distorting” amateurs that affect ufology: Corporate influence is one, and the “ideological constructs” which our present society operates under, is another.
“We have given ‘science’ a sort of anthropomorphic consciousness,” says Banias, “but science is not a literal ‘thing,’ rather, it is a collection of socially accepted ideological constructs, methods and mechanisms, financially controlled by economic and political forces…various established organizations…a wide range of agendas.” (p. 137)
Smiles Lewis suggests there is a real “ParaCryptoufology” phenomenon that exists and is seen through a Gaian consciousness, but, at the same time, is being manipulated by covert earth agencies for their own hidden purposes.
A Smiling “Indrid Cold” Haunting Cases in the 1960s
“This is the problem I have with most people who claim to have an answer to the UFO phenomenon. They pick a theory, but it only fits part of the data,” says Lewis. “That’s also why I advocate for a multi-theory interpretation of the UFO phenomenon. I don’t think there is any one explanation that accounts for all the data; in fact, many of the ideas I’m going to talk about would provide the perfect cover for such traditional extraterrestrial encounters.” (p. 110)
The end result of such an ‘alliance’ with the UFO denizens and earthly agencies could be seen in the “psychotronic mind-influencing techniques” connected to a “Cyber-biological-Planetary Poltergeist” in ways similarly to which science-fiction foresaw as a worldwide phenomenon of “earth energies” that evil minds about the globe have “hijacked by human agencies for nefarious purposes.”
“It is clear that quite a wide variety of human agencies have manipulated the superstition and myths surrounding stories of contact with non-human entities – folklore has been weaponized as a means to various ends,” says Lewis, and Lewis spreads a wide blanket of information in his essay (p. 127).
People are waiting for some kind of “disclosure” or “physical evidence” that will prove the reality of UFOs. Micah Hanks offers more definitive “categorization” of the phenomenon, adding many additions such as “experimental aircraft,” “drones,” “psychological components,” and several others.
“Obviously, science and, more importantly, the scientific method, rest at the cusp of what I seek to address in the present missive,” says Hanks. “Hence, in pointing out the adoption of a scientific ‘scientism’ amidst the modern skeptic movement is not to detract from the proper application of science by any means…perhaps more answers than we have managed to attain previously.” (p. 74)
Joshua Cutchin says that to approach the subject as to whether UFOs are nothing but nuts and bolts extraterrestrial space ships (N & B/ETH) would be a mistake:
“While plenty of cases superficially support the N & B/ETH view, its materialist foundations are shaken when confronted with the High Strangeness characteristics of a majority of UFO Close Encounters,” says Cutchin. “Alleged ‘alien’ abductees report profound synchronicities manifesting in their lives, battle poltergeist phenomenon in their homes, and occasionally encounter loved ones during their brief sojourn to the Other World.” (p. 51)
Cutchin’s astute essay pinpoints many over-looked areas, and especially how “materialistic science” is a fading science being divorced by current evidences of psychic phenomena in a growingly “brick-by-brick” paradigm. Cutchin notes multiple studies by scientists such as Rupert Sheldrake, Daryl Bem, Ian Stevenson, Pim Van Lommel, Alex Tsakiris, and a ‘slew’ of others that say a new world of “psi acceptance domino chains” will eventually rewrite the “rule book” and finally explain many UFO episodes (pp. 55-59).
Researchers, such as Lorin Cutts, go further and say that “almost everything you think you know about flying saucers is wrong.”
“We should start to study all aspects of non-standard human experience together,” says Cutts. “We can no long continue to treat the UFO phenomena as separate from other paranormal, spiritual, religious, esoteric, highly synchronistic or other currently uncategorized phenomena. Whether we utilize science or also include other methodologies and philosophies, one thing is certain: we need to stop trying to fit that UFO subject into what we want or expect it to be.” (p. 87)
Cutts blasts “current scientific understanding” as a societal “paper god” that just can’t presently confront in-coming “magical, high strangeness” and experiences that “mystify and confuse!” New pathways and new escape routes, says Cutts, are needed (pp. 89-90).
In his own personal experiences Mike Clelland sees UFOs and related phenomena as a “confusing collision of over lapping experiences, a mess of twists and turns,” as the various threads of “synchronicity spill over to the edges.”
Researchers tend to look upon the UFOs in tight, tidy visions about visiting space ships, says Clelland, but “it’s equally important to look beyond the physical clues…We are dealing with a phenomenon that can seep its way into our reality in ways that are both outlandish and profound.” (pp. 28-30).
In a distorted, vain, and miscalculated, search for “respectability” and the “perfect case,” says Greg Bishop, “we have backed ourselves into a corner” by routinely ignoring the “fields of psychology, physiology, and even the emerging discipline of information theory” which should be included (pp. 189-191).
“Can we get ourselves out of the equation to see the phenomenon for what it really is, if there is such a thing?” Adds Bishop, “If there is a non-human consciousness interacting with us, occasionally, there is probably no way to see them except in relation to us.” (p. 205)
UFO stories come to us out of every culture, says Bishop, in the symbols of “dragons, phoenixes, pearls, holy spirits, saints, giant tanks, honey-combed spider-webbed ships, glowing orbs, triangles with red lights, and football field-sized platforms that block out whole chunks of the sky.” (p. 211)
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)
LOOK BEYOND STRUCTURES
Ryan Sprague says that now is the time for an “expansion of awareness” and move past the mentality we are dealing solely with “nuts and bolts” and “physical analysis” and seek “newly-disclosed perception” which stretches the limits of our perceptional reality.
“It may be that our established modes of logic limit us so greatly that we can’t fully comprehend the monster we created,” says Sprague. “We must ultimately face the fact that, at some point, the awareness of that monster is going to shape and mold our consciousness completely, moving forward.”
Smiles Lewis sees different “origins” of the UFO phenomena in the style of the “Controllers,” “agent provocateurs,” and governmental suspects that are fond of using “psychotronic mind control devices” in “the lens of covert-ops and deception” (pp. 121-122). MK-Ultra, Project Blue Bird, Project Monarch, Rand Projects, and others that very well have been realized in certain UFO cases such as classical episodes of The Flatwoods Monster of 1952, the Antonio Vilas Boas case of 1957, Barney and Betty Hill case of 1961, and several others of this semblance.
But a real phenomenon exists beneath the human nefariousness and shenanigans, says Lewis, and has connected somewhere along the line of activity as a “cyber-biological planetary poltergeist.” Lewis highlights The Excalibur Briefing by Thomas Bearden:
“He, too, describes the onion-like aspect of the collective unconscious or the Akashic records and this idea that we could be interacting through these phenomena,” says Lewis, “through the transpersonal channel that I’ve been trying to describe here – with various aspects of our own individual unconscious, the collective unconscious of the entire species or, as he breaks if down, to family, city, state, creed, nations, race, geographical area, species, biosphere, and the universal.” (p. 116)
Lorin Cutts points to the Yakima, Washington UFO “hot spot” as a classical case-in-point. Like so many other “hot spots,” there is a need to utilize cutting-edge technology such as super-high resolution cameras. But Cutts suggest the bigger mystery would be to “measure” the human experience with emphasis on the interaction with the subconscious mind (p. 87).
When Joshua Cutchin speaks on such “elements,” he is reminded of magician Aleister Crowley’s 1918 summation of an entity called “Lam,” a typical Grey alien, asking us to “move beyond materialism” towards a “non-dogmatic Gnosticism.”
Aleister Crowley’s Depiction of “Lam”
“…the materialist paradigm will fall apart given time,” says Cutchin, “and consciousness studies are the proverbial star…” (pp. 61-62)
Sunday, March 10, 2013 was Mike Clelland’s “Confirmation Event.” When returning from a UFO conference, Clelland and a friend decided to camp along the Utah roadside. Later, he awoke to see a giant round structure on top of a nearby hill that appeared to have a ring of lights around it. He observed it about an hour, assuming it was a large home.
Clelland went back to that exact spot where the “home” should have existed: nothing was there. Clelland did find that three unusual or paranormal events fell along a 231- mile-long-straight line, including a ‘point’ where one of the events had previously occurred outside of Dolores, Colorado in the Spring of 2010, reminiscent of Aime Michel’s Flying Saucers and the Straight Line Mystery.
. “Synchronicities, more psychic flashes, number sequences, and coyotes,” says Clelland, “all play a part in this frenetic narrative…it’s not just one isolated event; it’s a lot of them…” (pp. 20-21)
Robert Brandstetter recounts a UFO experience in 1977 that happened to him and a friend outside an ice rink in Northern Ontario. “…two classic illuminated and seemingly metallic ships descend…” within the distance of telephone pole height. Multi-colored lights were around the perimeter. They were completely silent. One object went back to join its partner UFO after passing over a neighborhood house; there were many witnesses. The two objects ascended at an incredible speed and faded into the stars (pp. 222-223).
Brandstetter claims several extraordinary experiences; one such happening was in 2005 when he observed an object in the sky while he was meditating while walking in the woods, the environment seemed to change about him, “transforming the woods into a surreal aquatic phantasmagoria” resulting in the meeting of a “strange woman.”
Greg Bishop relates four UFO incidents that do not match comfortably “into a standard narrative.” One case involved Jerry Townsend of Long Prairie, Minnesota which on October 23, 1965 sighted a 40-foot “rocket” standing on three ‘fins’ in the middle of the road. Three small figures that looked like “beer cans on two legs” waddled over to him and balanced themselves on a third leg. They soon disappeared back into the “rocket” which then took off with a “humming” sound, disappearing in the sky.
The more “traditional stances” to the UFO question (at least those who seem to hold tinges of old-fashioned skepticism) can be seen in the essays of Curt Collins and Chris Rutkowski. Rutkowski believes that “proper science” is being contaminated by overbearing “UFO zealots” who distort the field and are actually a fantastical “religion” that needs to be ‘negated’ to a separate track of inquiry and apart all together (p. 15).
Curt Collins examines the November 2013 Roswell Slides case of a purported body of a photographed, retrieved small alien. A Roswell Slides Research Group was formed and it was composed of numerous skeptics, cynics, even debunkers and some other professional people who diligently investigated the slides as a Task Force, eventually discovering the photos to be an earthly mummified body of a two-year-old boy (pp. 106-108).
Rutkowski denotes the need for finding hard, cold facts; Collins stresses this also along with good ‘teamwork.’ The conundrum, however, is: What if this does not encompass ‘all’ the evidence and information, and what if it is guided by faulty, fundamental logic and methods that are not attached to the ‘latest’ philosophy and reason?
Greg Bishop says there are other ways to look at this. “We labor under this heavy legacy, but it does not have to be so,” says Bishop. “A conscious effort should be made not to assign any origin or meaning to these encounters, because we may have been fooling ourselves for so long about what they are that we have backed ourselves into a corner.”
The fields of psychology, physiology, and also “information theory,” even Pyrrhonism, are needed (pp. 191-192).
Ryan Sprague concludes that “new paths” depend on up-coming ufologists. Despite their scientific grounding or their metaphysical knowledge, they must give us their time, knowledge, and resources to live with a “foot in each camp.”
“We must look beyond the structures we’ve helped create,” Sprague stresses again, “and bring life to a monster we want neither to destroy nor resurrect ever again. We must let it live on its own terms and in its own image.” (p.187)
“Jacques Vallée, one of the first to research the covert manipulation of the UFO scenario by official agencies, concluded: ‘someone is going to an awful lot of trouble to convince the world that we are threatened by beings from outer space.’ But how does this fit in with his Magonian hypothesis? Vallée presented his most explicit statement of the big picture in the story-line of his 1996 novel Fastwalker (written with Tracy Tormé): a powerful group of human conspirators know that the UFO phenomenon is created by entities from a parallel world, but they aim to convince world leaders and the global population of the existence of ‘aliens’ – and then position themselves as the world’s go-betweens.
“Which is basically our own view of the case of the Council of Nine: they have the stamp of the Ultraterrestrial all over them – clowns, conmen and cosmic jokers – but there is also the pernicious presence of very human agencies lurking in the background. The joke is on all those who follow the Ultraterrestrials, however they choose to manifest themselves or however their human allies choose to present them to us. But, as history has shown, it may be no laughing matter.”
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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.’”
“In April 2008 NASA partnered with GEOFF brown and machine to machine intelligence (M2Mi) corp … to develop 5G communication technology, In an article by the EMF guru consultancy in the UK dated March 13, 2017 – Titled: 5G telecom radiation the perfect tool to mass modify human brain waves waking times.
“He stated that the FCC works purely on behalf of the telecoms industries in granting them access to the airwaves no more and no less.”
“The corporate-military-industrial complex is in the process of deploying — upon all civilians — millimeter-wave technology linked to weapons programs. The realization of this agenda is progressing toward mainstream awareness, and people are fighting back.
This lady investigated for herself and found a number of patents on the books for Mind Control
“I have just called the wife of Boer Oudman in Groningen and told her about testing the G5 network in North Groningen. The cows in her barn are all together (and also at 5 neighboring farms), at exactly the same time in complete panic, begin to sweat, stand fearfully in a corner and almost kill each other. And all this exactly at the same time in 5 neighboring farms. My conclusion is the technicians at the G5 test station in Loppersum. Falcon at the farms test the frequencies. THIS MUST BE KEPT AGAIN? And we absolutely must prevent that 5G network ever comes. Farmer Oudman was very happy with my call and had already heard from more people that it could have to do with testing the G5 network. All support is welcome. written by Kees van Boxtel.
“If the cows are running out of this, what will it do with our bodies?
“Cell towers emit nonstop 24-hour microwave radiation. This radiation cannot be turned off and significant research shows increased cancer, sleep problems and neurological effects in residents who live near cell towers. Such high power devices have no place near our homes, schools or parks.
“Cell Towers Often Have Emissions Far Higher Than Federal Guidelines.
“Juhi Chawla is former Miss India and a top Bollywood actress. When she found cell tower antennas near her home she began to learn about the issue and is now one of India’s top Technology safety advocates. She is also fighting hard to stop WiFi in schools. The radiation beams are highest within .25 of a mile around a tower.
“A lot of people are waiting for Martin Luther King or Mahatma Gandhi to come back – but they are gone. We are it. It is up to us. It is up to you. _____
“It is consistent, an emerging science that shows people, especially children who are more vulnerable due to developing brains and thinner skulls, are being affected by the increasing exposure to wireless radiation. In September 2010, the Journal of the American Society for Reproductive Medicine-Fertility and Sterility reported that only four hours of exposure to a standard laptop using WiFi caused DNA damage to human sperm.
“In December 2012 the American Academy of Pediatrics, representing 60,000 pediatricians, wrote to Congress requesting that it update the safety levels of microwave radiation exposure especially for children and pregnant women.”
“The biggest concern is how these new wavelengths will affect the skin. The human body has between two million to four million sweat ducts. Dr. Ben-Ishai of Hebrew University, Israel explains that our sweat ducts act like ‘an array of helical antennas when exposed to these wavelengths,’ meaning that we become more conductive. A recent New York study which experimented with 60GHz waves stated that ‘the analyses of penetration depth show that more than 90% of the transmitted power is absorbed in the epidermis and dermis layer.’
“The effects of MMWs as studied by Dr. Yael Stein of Hebrew University is said to also cause humans physical pain as our nociceptors flare-up in recognition of the wave as a damaging stimulus. So we’re looking at possibilities of many skin diseases and cancer as well as physical pain to our skin.”
“‘Since skin contains capillaries and nerve endings, MMW bio-effects may be transmitted through molecular mechanisms by the skin or through the nervous system,’ Dr. Moskowitz writes on his blog.
“He also told Daily Mail Online that he’s concerned that ‘5G will use high-band frequencies, or millimeter waves, that may affect the eyes, the testes, the skin, the peripheral nervous system, and sweat glands.’
“‘Millimeter waves can also make some pathogens resistant to antibiotics,’ he added.
“Dr. Moskowitz is not alone in apprehensions.
“The International Society of Doctors for the Environment, its subsidiaries in 27 countries and more than 200 doctors and scientists are all calling for a stop to be put to the rollout of 5G, ‘due to concern that 5G radio frequency radiation will have adverse health effects,’ Dr. Moskowitz says.
“According to Claure, ‘5G can perform up to ten times faster than the current 4G networks and enable a tremendous boost in data speed, meaning content that takes minutes to download now will be available in a matter of seconds.’ Because 5G will rely on large blocks of contiguous high-band commercially deployable spectrum, Sprint’s unique and generous spectrum portfolio (the most of any domestic carrier) could make Sprint the best positioned to lead in developing the network of the future.
“A challenge with higher frequency signals is that they don’t travel as far as lower frequencies, so multiple input and output antennas (MIMOs) will need to be used to boost and multiple signals anywhere 5G is offered.”
5G will result in a massive increase in inescapable, involuntary exposure to wireless radiation
“Regulators have deliberately excluded the scientific evidence of harm
“Stakeholders thus far in the development of 5G have been industry and governments, while renowned international EMF scientists who have documented biological effects on humans, animals, insects, and plants, and alarming effects on health and the environment in thousands of peer-reviewed studies have been excluded. The reason for the current inadequate safety guidelines is that conflicts of interest of standard-setting bodies ‘due to their relationships with telecommunications or electric companies undermine the impartiality that should govern the regulation of Public Exposure Standards for non-ionizing radiation.’ Professor Emeritus Martin L. Pall lays out the conflicts of interest in detail, and the lists of important studies that have been excluded, in his literature review.”.
“Flagstaff’s planning and zoning commission decided against making a decision on whether to approve the construction of a new cellphone tower planned for a forested area behind Trinity United Methodist Church.
“The proposed tower has proven to be controversial among nearby residents, but the public’s concern wasn’t the reason the commission held off on making a final decision.”
“Dr. Devra Davis at San Francisco’s Commonwealth Club of California in which Dr. Devra Davis and her medical colleagues show why cell phones and other wireless devices pose serious health risks to you, your ovaries, your sperm, your breasts, your brain, and your babies.”
“According to Wikipedia, the World Health Organization or WHO has classified mobile phone radiation on the IARC scale into Group 2B – possibly carcinogenic (cancer-causing). That means that there ‘could be some risk’ of carcinogenicity, so additional research into the long-term, heavy use of mobile phones needs to be conducted.”
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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.”
Brent Raynes (on the right) with friend Dan Chancy
Joseph P. Farrell has written numerous books on the Nazi fascist cabal that continued after the Second World War. The conspiracy has been filled with interesting and complex sequels: one of these avenues was the story of the late Rudolf Hess and his May 10, 1941 mystery flight to Great Britain.
Farrell points out that Hess was the one-time DeputyFuhrer to Adolf Hitler, and was third in succession to become head of state and government after Hitler and reichmaschall Hermann Goring. His book is a long tail of “whys” and “what ifs” in the life of Hess that even entails his possible murder, and also, talk of his “double.” His mission to Britain may have also been to complete an annexation agreement on the Reich’s ownership of Antarctica.
Farrell begins with the “Spandau Hess,” circumstances surrounding his imprisonment and possible murder, if this “Hess” was the real one and not a substitute “doppelganger.” Relying on the works of Peter Radfield and others, Farrell suspects many of the guards and the nurse Aballah Melaouchi as playing interference. Farrell details the various medical orderlies that could have been involved. There was mention of an electrical cord and an autopsy disclosing strangulation marks on Hess’s neck (pp. 15-32).
Hess’s son, Wolf Rudiger Hess, also discovered discrepancies in the death of his father. British forensic pathologist and professor of forensic medicine J.M. Cameron performed the autopsy, but was not beyond suspicion:
“…we saw that there were unusual and possible connections between Ewen Cameron, the psychologist who would become such a central component of the postwar CIA’s MK-Ultra mind control program,” says Farrell, “and who was the very doctor brought in by Allen Dulles to examine ‘Hess’ at Nuremberg…first, and most infamous example of mind-control on record (pp. 89, 92-93, 253).
This is also confirmed by what Farrell labels the “South African Affidavit” which talked about the American CIA (p. 52).
The Spandau prison was ordered demolished less than 48 hours after Hess’s death.
MYSTERY OF THE HESS FLIGHT
Farrell relies heavily on the research of Picknett, Prince, and Prior’s Double Standards: TheRudolf Hess Cover-up, and W. Hugh Thomas’s The Murder of Rudolf Hess, and other researchers, such as Hess’s son Wolf Hess.
The bizarre behavior of Hess over the span of his arrest into his trial at Nuremberg and later behaviors suggested a confused and erratic behavior of someone reacting to Mind Control and even the possible use of a Hess “double.” These suspicions appeared to be backed by physical characteristics of Hess’s body such as war scars and personality traits (pp. 113-115; Hess’s son Wolf Rudiger Hess, Who Murdered My Father, Rudolf Hess, pp. 38-50.)
Likewise, Farrell examines the multiple, many suspicious, reasons for Hess’s May 10, 1941 flight to Great Britain, one being peace overtures and his opposition to Operation Barbarossa. The on-coming prospective secret German atomic bomb test futuristically planned near October of 1944 may have been another reason. Hess’s flight may have been to “seal the deal” of peace negotiations that were begun in Sweden, Switzerland and Spain (John Harris, Richard Wilbourn, Rudolf Hess: A New TechnicalAnalysis of the Hess Flight). Another theory was the secret meetings with General Karl Haushofer and his son Albrecht inaugurating a “fusion” of the United Kingdom and the USA. Still yet another theory was that a “coordinated coups d’ etat was planned to overthrow both governments.” (pp. 132-146.)
Picknett, Prince and Prior, says Farrell, indicated that high-level meetings were conducted by Albrecht Haushofer, Sir Samuel Hoare, Lord Halifax, and Hess questioning those questioning “Lebensraum,” colonization, and the Holocaust of the Jews (p. 173.)
“Hess not only was capable of being involved in such a scheme, but there may have been a quiet concerted propaganda campaign,” says Farrell, “to prepare the German people for his assumption of power with a more moderate coalition government, perhaps one, as we have seen, including Goring.” (p. 176.)
Farrell speculates that several things went wrong in the Hess Mess flight, such as the mysterious appearance of a Polish officer, Roman Battaglia, at Glasgow Police Headquarters (p. 187), the sending of and “non-arrival” of a telegram that Hess sent to Aunt Emma Rothacker, and that an SS Obergruppenfuhrer said in May 1942 that another Hess was being escorted around in Scotland while Hess was also reported in prison; further, there was the presence of a “police” representative who spoke two hours with Hess at Dungavel detention center in Scotland. These are only a few of the many strange incidents and questions surrounding the Hess case (p. 199).
Farrell emphasizes that Hess’s “peace plan” may have had his overtures to also “warn” the British about the on-coming “final solution” on the Jews (p. 224). He lists the mention by Max Nordau (pre-World-War-One), Rabbi Stephen Wise (pre-World-War-One), Ben Hecht and Robert John (pre-Hitler) mentioned of “six-million Jews or people.” (p. 228).
ANTARCTICA AND HESS
Reichmaschall Hermann Goring’s “expedition” of 1938-39 was a first-step plan to “annex” Antarctica to the Reich’s domain. Further comments by Hermann Goring would indicate that the Reich had a ‘post-war-world’ interest in Antarctica, and was “staking a claim.” (p. 240.) This was “rejected” by the Norwegian government, and this ‘dispute’ may have come up in the “Hess Mess.” Picknett, Prince and Prior suspected Hess also came to “conclude” matters of Antarctic ownership (opt. cit, p. 307; Hess and the Penguins, pp. 250-251).
Antarctica had already been a continent of special interest when an American Expedition of 1946-47 codenamed “Operation High Jump” journeyed there. The Operation consisted of four thousand people, an aircraft carrier, a submarine, aircraft, helicopters, and special equipment. Admiral Richard Byrd was the leader and was accompanied by his son Richard E. Byrd, Jr. The son, Byrd Jr., was found dead on October 9, 1988, on his way to a commemoration of his father.
Admiral Byrd’s expedition was described by him as an “encirclement of conquest” and an “attack from three fronts.” Quite mysteriously was the expedition’s early “retreat.” Just as mysteriously, Farrell shies away from the Chilean newspaper mention of an attack by UFOs, even though there is evidence that a possible UFO attack did take place (pp. 241-250).
“Although the CIA program officially ran from 1953 to 1964, its dark and fertile legacy stretches to today, living on in modern conspiracy theories about U.S. intelligence agencies’ ability and willingness to manipulate society through surveillance, disinformation, celebrity culture, and strategic news leaks.”
“There is increased popularity for the idea of a ‘German-Slavonic Antarctic Reich.’ It is said that 10,000 of the ‘racially most pure’ Ukrainians, out of half a million deported in 1942 by Martin Bormann, were transported to the German Antarctic bases during World War II, in the proportion of four Ukrainian women to one German man.
“If true, this would mean that Himmler transferred 2,500 Waffen-SS soldiers, who had proven themselves in combat on the Russian front, to Station 211 – now Neuschwabenland – in Antarctica.
“This may be the source of the myth of the “Last SS Battalion.”
“An ASF training camp was set up in Estonia, on a peninsula near Ristna on Hiiumaa Island in the Baltic Sea. It was a combination finishing school and boot camp, where the ladies took lessons in charm and housekeeping along with their courses in polar survival. Himmler kept the camp’s existence a closely-guarded secret. For “unhappy campers,” the only escape consisted of a one-way train ticket to Auschwitz.
“(There is one known instance of an ASF “deserter.” In 1943, Auschwitz guard Irma Griese, 22, the off-and-on girlfriend of Dr. Josef Mengele, took to wearing a sky-blue ASF uniform, which she had scavenged from a pile of inmate clothing. Griese was hanged in 1946 for war crimes. The uniform’s original owner must have had serious second thoughts about a permanent move to Antarctica).
“The failure of Grossadmiral Karl Dönitz’s U-boat offensive by May 1943 freed up dozens of “milk cow” U- boats. These were large submarines, almost as big as tramp steamers, which Dönitz had used to supply his U- boat “wolf packs” in remote seas of the world. Himmler now put them to work carting supplies and personnel to Antarctica.
“Himmler’s rationale for sending thousands of settlers to Antarctica can only be understood within the context of his mystic beliefs. As a result of his youthful reading of New Age books, his association with the occultist Dr. Friedrich Wichtl, and his membership in the Artamen, Himmler became a believer in the Hindu concept of world-ages or yugas.
“He believed that the current age, or Kali Yuga, would end in a global cataclysm, thereby giving birth to a new world-age called the Satya Yuga.
“By sending a Nazi colony to Antarctica, Himmler was ensuring that a remnant of the “pure Aryan race” would survive the coming cataclysm with its society and culture intact. They would then take possession of Antarctica when the cataclysm melted the south polar ice cap.
“According to believers, the Neuschwabenland colony survived not only the end of World War II but a full-on battle with the 3,500 Marines and aircraft of Operation High Jump.
“In 2003 Ivanenko wrote:
‘The total population of Nazis in Antarctica now exceeds two million and that many of them have undergone plastic surgery in order to move about with greater ease through South America and conduct all manner of business transactions.’
“He called the Antarctic Reich,
‘one of the most militarily powerful states in the world because it can destroy the USA several times over with its submarine-based nuclear missiles, remaining itself invulnerable to U.S. nuclear strikes because of the two-mile-thick ice shield.’
“Further, he claims that the city of Neu Berlin, the colony’s capital, sprawls through “narrow sub-glacial tunnels” under an unnamed mountain range, heated by ‘volcanic vents.’
“The ufologist also makes the claim that Neu Berlin adjoins,
‘the prehistoric ruins of Kadath, which may have been built by settlers from the lost continent of Atlantis well over 100,000 years ago.’
“Still, other fringe researchers claim that the actual ruins of Atlantis have been found – and possibly reoccupied – under the Antarctic ice.
“Some say that Atlantis is located near one of the 70 or so warm water lakes that have been discovered miles beneath the Polar Ice Sheet, such as Lake Vostok near the Russian base at the Pole of Inaccessibility.”
“But others speculate that it’s one more piece of mounting evidence of a secret Nazi UFO base, perhaps the one that attacked Admiral Byrd’s Operation Highjump seven decades ago or the underground base mentioned next that’s apparently still in operation under the ice. A growing body of supportive evidence is frequently discovered on Google Earth, such as the large open entrances to a subterranean world with saucer-shaped figures lodged in ice. The UFO fervor keeps intensifying, centered on the Antarctic mystery as a probable portal to otherworldly activity. The poles have long been associated with being multidimensional vortex fields that act as earth entry and exit points for intergalactic spacecraft travel. When considered together, all of these odd cumulative findings and anomalies from Antarctica that keep popping up on a near daily basis beg for definitive answers to questions that can only be attained through open inquiry and thorough investigation.”
Farrell gives much credit to authors and researchers such as William Stevenson, Gloria Vitanze Basile, Picknett, Prince, and Prior, John Harris and Richard Wilbourn, Nicholas Goodrick-Clarke, Lynn Pickitt, Clive Prince, Stephen Prior, W. Hugh Thomas, Joscelyn Godwin, and many others.