What is to come!

THE BOX

By:

Steve Erdmann

Copyright, C, April, 2021

Small portions can be quoted by reviewers and journalists as long as all credits are given to the original article

Another version of this article can be seen at The Human Conflict! – https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2020/06/07/

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Part I

The front door would stand momentarily guarded by a deep silence: not a creak, rustle, or crack.  Only the monotonous flashes of the thunderstorm and the cool chill of the dark day invaded the front hallway, tutored by the old Grandfather Clock which recited at definite intervals with it incessant tick-tock-tick-tock.  The polish of its veneered surface gave a slight sheen that highlighted the masterful artwork of a by-gone era; it also gave a peculiar comfort and coziness to the evenings encroaching wet condition.

It was the kind of a rain-chill  that invaded every part and muscle of your body, regardless of a raincoat and other weather resistance clothing you might attempt.   The persistent pitter-patter of the cold sheets of the downpour hit upon the oval pane of glass in the old-fashioned Victorian door.   The door’s heavy frame was slightly more than a comfort against the dreary weather, and through the lace curtains  frosty lines of rain could be seen trickling down the glass.   Every now and then,  a flash of lightning would cast a glow into the vestibule, quickly followed by a burst of thunder.

Without warning, the presence of someone had arrived on the outside porch.   A heavy shuffle denoted a person arriving from a hard day’s work,  and the hulk of a man in a grey overcoat vaguely appeared on the outside of the partition.  A gust of moist chilled air rushed into the house as the man quickly opened the door and then abruptly turned and closed it shut.  His shoulders tilted from side to side as he shivered from the cold air.   He walked over to the coat rack standing desolately in the corner and draped  his  overcoat on it.   The same action occurred everyday between eight in the morning to five in the afternoon—-or else, he was sure he would become heavily blotched from the rain, when it rained,  and he was glad to get the garment off.   Just as despondently, he placed the wet hat on the rack, it stood still for a moment and then  sagged to me side just as sadly.

The man stood stopped  and stood motionless to think for a few seconds.

Tick-tock-tick-tock.

Everything seemed to be as usual; thought a private emotional storm was raging and barely subdued beneath his chest; not quite able to mimic the downpour outside, however, the man was sure he had it under control.

The smell of a freshly cooked dinner; the deeply invigorating aroma of a roast overlayed with the delicious touch of hot, buttered rolls, coffee, and gravy.

He gave a sigh.   It still was comforting to still be able to come home to the smell of a robust dinner.    Perhaps it would be many years yet before that bit of tradition would be torn asunder.   It was hard to tell.

Wiping his nose on the handkerchief he has drawn from his pocket, he began to part his lips, then stopped.  He tried once again.

”Clarisse, I’m home!”

He combed his damp, shaggy hair into place.  It was rich, dark, and sleek.  He needed every bit of that professional ‘white collar’ air that he endeavored to project.   He needed  that aspect of that executive job, from eight to five every day, or else he was sure he would go quite mad—-if that term  meant anything any longer.

He shivered again, then stepped away from the small puddle of rain he deposited at the door  He took a few steps for the kitchen.. 

‘Hi honey, how’s the damp weather?”   came the cherry response of his wife.   “So far, so good,”  Mark thought.

He stopped abruptly when he came abreast of the huge sliding doors to the  front room.  In the shadows and dark, the doors appeared as one darkened monolith.  He wrinkled his brow  as if to look beyond the doors into the room.   There was a certain intensity in his glance.  The he stirred himself and headed for the kitchen.  What was laying in the front room would just have to wait—-wait a while longer.

“Eeeem, smells good!.”  He glided up to the back of his wife and kissed her on the shoulder.  He could smell his wife’s favorite perfume, the one he had liked to well.   It was down-right titillating.

She twisted her neck to smile into his face.  It was a modest smile, but he could see that she at least meant it.  She kissed him on the cheek.

“I thought we’d have a roast tonight, Mark.  Bobby said the other day that he’d like one prepared,”  she said washing her hands beneath the sink facet.  She routinely wiped her hands on her apron.  Then she pushed a strain of glowing black hair from her forehead to smile at her husband.  Mark had had begun to pick at a steaming bowl of asparagus.

“Stop that Mark!”  she just looked at him with an almost unquestionably indifference.  “We’ll eat in  minute.”

“Ah…y….yes,”  he smiled  comically, glancing up into the small, fogged bay kitchen window, “and how soon will that be?”

“Any minute dear, any minute.” Clarisse chided with a pleasantness that was rare but quite welcomed to Mark.  When she smiled , a sparkle would enter  automatically into her eyes and ridges of skin would flow evenly back from the bridge of her long, narrow nose atop two thin lips that, when parted, would show rows of beautifully even teeth.

She placed another bowl of food on the table, then fell back into a routine composure.

“Where  Is Bob, anyway?  Home  from  school?”

“Yes, he’s up in his room.  I promised him that if he’d get his schoolwork done by seven he could see Sherell tonight.”

Mark didn’t say anything, but he acted slightly disturbed.   He eased himself into a table chair.  The he folded his hands in an almost prayer posture.

“How did your day go, Mark?”

Mark gazed across the table set with food.  Then he glanced at his hand which was resting on the table’s edge and he noticed the nervous tremble the hand had acquired.

“Not too well —- as usual.  Not too well.”   Mark’s dark eyes held a slight sadness at that moment.  His olive complexion almost turned white.   He rubbed his stub of  a nose and folded his hands together again. 

“Oh.   As usual?”  There was  a certain pique in his wife’s voice, but also a bit of cold sarcasm, almost always.  “Later, Clarisse.”

“Seems that’s all it’s been here of late.  I hope they let up on you.”  Now that was a bit more tender, thought Mark, a bit more sincere!

“It’s not them. I guess, it’s me.  I’m just not a good accountant…I’m …”  Mark stopped and gulped while lifting two watered eyes to look at his wife.   She returned the probing glance.  “Later Clarisse,”  he pleaded.

It was quiet for a moment.    She continued her activity by clumping two tablespoons into their respective bowls.   It was obvious she had put some work into the dinner preparation.  The curious way her almost coal-black hair rippled along her temple and stuck in the corner of her mouth was a tell-tale sign of her industry but also of her sensuality.

“How’s our box  doing?”   It had been on his mind all day.  In fact, it was somewhat exciting, though a strenuous day at the office had deadened that excitement somewhat.    But such natural, wholesome excitement was getting to be a rarity, and he hadn’t wanted to give it up that easily.   But for now, it was at least a pleasant diversion to speak of.

“Still sitting there on the pedestal, still sitting there,”  she  said, gracefully stepping around the edge of the chair and  neatly pulling it beneath  her.   When she had herself settled-in, she timidly gave a nervous glance at her husband , then busied herself with the dining utensils.   “Look at him,” she thought to herself, “sitting there like a time-bomb, fuse-burning, waiting to explode!”  “It’s people like him that cause all the terror going on today,” she silently annumerated to herself, “pushing , prying, tearing!   Well, I didn’t cook this dinner just to see how much energy I could send.   If he is going to pull his usual guff, at least my son and I will enjoy this meal.”

Mark gave a smile:  “I wonder why grandpa did something like that?   It’s so unlike him.  I guess the old fellow had a sense of intrigue and humor to boot.   Imagine, stuffing an old box behind some bricks and tying a mystery note, to boot.  So mysterious.”

Lightning flashed through the windows and a moment later thunder boomed causing the usual drone of loose glass throughout the house.   Clarisse glanced out at the storm having just set her first bowl of food down.

“Spooky!”  she joked, referring to grandpas’  mystery box.   Indeed, it was, they had taken the flowerpot off the wooden  front room  pedestal and placed it in the sun-room replacing it with the ole’ rotten thick oak-box.   Its henges had become badly rusted, the latch to the lock still worked, though it was uncertain the key to the, now, red-crusted  mechanism dangling in the loop would ever be found.   It almost seemed unceremonious to attempt to open it without going the participance of a key.

Clarisse noticed that her husband hadn’t touched his coffee yet, so she indicated that he do so:  “Drink up.”    It was going all too well, thought Mark, it couldn’t last.   If Mark could only tell her what his dictatorial boss, Mr. Ferrell, had said:  gee, Mark pleaded to himself, If I could, just one time without an argument.  Keeping on the topic and referring back again to Grandpa’s mystery box:  “Thank you.  Ah, what did his note say, honey, something about a Pandora’s Box?’’

Grandpa Bellinger had been a loner of sorts.  It probably was because he differed intellectually with a large majority of his friend; an eternal beacon of something from  frontier times like the old shod-shack hut, the buck-board wagon, the General Store, and, later, the Model T Ford, Racoon coats, and full-length swimsuits:  some private  idioms of his own personality in exchange for allowing the maddening world pass him by.   Grandpa had a scientific bent, was a professional chemist most of his life.  Towards his later years, grandpa had become a science-fiction reader.   He once attempted writing a fiction story, but it was too nostalgically moral and a publisher accused it of being too bland; Grandpa Bellinger resigned it to the limbo of the trash can.

“The note’s upstairs,”  her brow wrinkled for a moment, “ I don’t recall exactly.  There was something about the latest Presidential Assassination; the nuclear conflict…”

She stopped for a moment.  Mark imagined that he saw his wife shiver with a slight fear, the same as he also felt.  “Well,” she continued, “it seems your Grandfather could visualize half the mayhem going on today—-the book burning, the body tattooing…” 

“Pandora’s Box, Clarisse, what did it say about Pandora’s Box?”

“He said it just might be one depending on who found  it.”

Yes, that sounded like Grandfather, thought Mark.  Idealistic.  Studious.  And always fearful of mankind’s inhumanity to man and the various tyrannies about.   But about Bellinger was also a kindness too, a sense of humor that was evident, so evident,  when he  died and bequeathed the old two-story, four-bed-room home—an old early-American mansion.

And there also was those old memories.  Old memories and this ‘box’—-dredged from a cob-webbed hiding place in the attic and the chimney. 

Thunder roamed the skies again,  In the street, a car passed through a deep puddle of rain, spraying it upon the wooden porch.   It resembled the thumping of fingers upon a table.

“Yes, well,”   Mark gave a sigh as he licked a drop of coffee from his lower lip, studiously setting the cup back on its saucer with both hands, “there’s so darn much going on from day to day it is paranoia.”

His wife just kept intently looking at her husband.  Her rich, sleek auburn hair somewhat tousled by homemaking, was lazily draped over the shoulders.  The wash dress she wore  had a floral arrangement with a backdrop of pink and white checkers.   She had a small face sculptured with a thin mouth and smooth-running features that came to an abruptly pointed chin.  Her brown eyes were saucer-large and floating in magical fluid: Her whole face revolved around those two beautiful ovals.  Her face was sprinkled with dimly visible freckles on the slopes of her cheeks.

Don’t start, Mark, she sneered inwardly, please don’t start that infernal sniveling , that filthy tongue-waggling about the world conditions.  Believe me, my husband, the only dirty thing is your damned evil mind!

“I’ll call, Bob.”   She looked almost as if she were daydreaming.   Perhaps she was concentrating on how well the dinner was  harmoniously occurring?   Mark spread his legs out under the table, laned back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head.

“How’s the boy doing?  I don’t hear that loud squalor he calls music.  He must really be studying?”

“Don’t be sarcastic, Mark.  I’m going to call him to supper now.  He’s having a hard time here of late, just, just, let him be.”

That did it, thought Mark, what possibly could that bundle of cloth and hair be troubled about?   Does he have a Mr. Ferrell breathing down his neck?   “He’s having a hard time here of late?”  Mark’s face reddened a little, “That kid has it so easy…ah, gosh, get the boy…” Mark sat straight-up and prepared to eat.   Mark’s wife looked at him questioningly, slightly grimacing her lips.   Mark just sat starring at her.

“Bob!”  she called.  “Bob, come and eat!”

A silence, then a muffled sound like “all right’’  or ‘‘coming.”   It was Clarisse that sighed an eternal sigh this time.   Her saddened look  forced her husband to break his gaze at her as he glanced off into the raising steam of the food.  He thumped the table nervously.

Tick-tock-tick-tock.

The endless melody of the Grandfather Clock weaved its sad song into the kitchen.  Mark unbuttoned his coat, letting it slink off one arm, then the other, and wrapping it across the back of the chair.  Just as rapidly he loosened his tie.   He stopped to glance at his wife with a mute indignation, the said:

“Well, is he coming?”   Mark quickly unbuttoned one sleeve and began to roll it up.

Clarisse resigned herself to the predicament, “I’ll call again.”

Mark repeated his glare and began to roll-up the other sleeve.  “Bob, come on now, we’re waiting on you!”

The same low, muffled voice reached the kitchen and after a moment of silence heavy clump-clumps bounded down the stairs that led towards the second level.   Into the kitchen bounded a rather tall youth of eighteen with long, shoulder-length hair.  He wore a full free-flowing white robe, encircled at the waist by a red, silk-like cord.  On his chest was an emblem of a blazing sun thrust through by a well-defined lightning stroke which gave the illusion to descend from the tip of his goatee beard.  His feet were sandaled and  dirt smudges were obvious between his toes.

Bob walked in clumsy steps, tripping over legs of chairs, scrapping the woodwork, and finally bouncing into a kitchen chair, but holding, all the time, a most graceful air of serenity upon his face to which his father gave a silent gasp and bewilderingly arching back and looking at his wife with raised eyebrows.

The boy shoved himself near the  table and quickly began to grab a bowl of food, dumping a portion onto his plate.  Before his long arm managed to lay hold another set of china smoldering in steam, Mark Bellinger forced himself to speak.

“How are you doing, son?”   there was a barely subdued air of contempt beneath Mark’s words.

“Fine, pop.  How are you?”  Bob looked up only casually.  His long lanky hair swung back and forth each move of his head.  Mr. Bellinger hadn’t started to eat .

“Your mother tells me you have troubles here of late.  What seems to be the problem?”

Mark Bellinger, his wife had once said, looked like the late actor Tyrone Power, though some pronounced wrinkles around hi neck, and laugh lines around his mouth, gave an appearance more alien than familiar to the forever-youthful Powers.   Two large ears were part of that alienness, and his eyes had a foggy appearance which was created  early in his youth when Mark put many hours working as a welder in the government’s production of nuclear submarines for the most recent African conflict—-the one that witnessed no less than six nuclear attacks, without the resultant worldwide conflict.  The attacks had, however,  left several emotional scars.

Mark’s eyes would cloud when in deep thought, but occasionally, in moments of joviality, they would sparkle and a crystal-clarity would arise to transcend the current confusion:  they would sparkle with a touch of anger.  

“Well, just that I like to help if I can, son.  I might not be a college graduate – and  I understand that High School today is along a college level…” with all the mayhem, confusion, debauchery and riots of the college of my day, thought Mark, “…but I did go to school, son, I did go to school.”

“Dad, the things we’re studying in school today are so far removed from the High School of your day that it would be useless to explain…”    The boy stopped his eating to look at his father.  Clarisse hadn’t taken a bite to eat yet.

“Boy, you can say that again!”  Mark Bellinger flipped hi napkin open and spread it across his lap.  He reached for some food.  “In our day, we didn’t have half the crazy things going on that I hear about today.  ‘self-instruction.’   Who ever heard about literally doing that?”

When Mark had graduated from High School, and years later was able to squeeze in a few night courses at a local university, he was often bewildered by the campus bulletin boards.  Besides odds and ends for sale, there were ads about homosexual liberation, lesbian liberation, childcare ‘corrals,’  anarchy as a movement towards human freedom—-page after page, notices, postcards all thumbtacks in a confusing mosaic on the bulletin boards.

And then Mark woke-up to the fact that people took these things seriously, and not as a momentary aberration.   He was happy to know he was morally able to feel nausea.

Bob Bellinger leaned back in his hair to look at this father in a more serious vain.  Girlishly, he flipped his hair over this shoulder, caressing his moustache with his fingers.

“Pop, it’s a different world!  The things you would never happen ten years ago  – are!  The things that I wondered about then  –  I am!   We are moving!   We are also evolving, Pop!    You know how I feel on this.”

“Ya, I know!  I know how you feel!  Pass the spinach, please.”

Clarisse disturbed her short passivity and proceeded to reach for the bowl and pass it to her husband.  The she folded her hands again and quietly listened.

“You’ve never been to a ‘Rata-Tal,’ have you, Pop?”   The father just looked at the boy questioningly, his beathing growing heavier.   Of course, Mark hadn’t!    “Well, if you’ve never tried to transcend this material reality by attuning to the ‘all-soul’ Rata-Tal chants—you  really don’t know what you are saying…”   The boy excitedly turned to look at his mother.  “You know.  You know, Mom.  Mom’s been to one.”   Bob turned to look again at his father, while Mark suddenly found himself trying to cushion the shock of those words.

Clarisse lowered her head slowly   and rested on the elbow-supported palm of her hand, as she played with bits of meat on her plate.

“Yes, I’ve been to a Rata-Tal , she thought.  I didn’t understand it, but I know one thing, she informed herself.  There was excitement there!   There was people, there was noise, noise and fun.  Anything – anything – but this infernal cemetery of an existence.

Then she almost allowed a visible smile:  she recalled the tiny black ‘bat’ that had been tattooed on the bottom of her right foot.   She remembered the exciting instance when she dramatically received it at the orgy of body-tattooing at the Rata-Tal; she was eternally vigilant to hide it from her husband.   She invented alternate excuses to tell her husband since its implementation, should he discover and ask about it.

“While you say we are rapidly ‘moving ahead,’”  Mark Bellinger put a contemptuous air to the words, “I see us ‘falling back.’”

“Look at the whole picture, Pop.”

“I do!”

“You don’t!”

“Listen, young man, I’ve been around…’

“You see what you want to see!”

“I see what is happening!   It isn’t new!”

“Man is a freedom-loving, evolving animal!”

“Animal?  Maybe…’’

What was this, thought Mark, a conspiracy?   Just why is it that so bad for hard-fought-for wisdom of a father to be accepted?   Why, in the world, are these two lovely people wanting to destroy me in such an ugly manner?

The slam of the fork upon the tables startled  Clarisse and her son.   The mother gave a small gasp of surprise, coming to astute attention.  Mark gained a slight composure, examining everyone’s face, now, in tension.  Was he happy the conversation had come to an end!   He released the slight tautness of his muscles.   It was the same old thing again, he thought, why was it never any different?

“Aren’t we supposed to say a little something before we eat, or something?”  Mark questioned.

“Like what, Mark?”  his wife asked.

“Like –  like  –  a prayer or something.”  Mark pleaded, swaying his hand through the aroma of the food.  He reached for his coffee and sipped it hurriedly.

The steam coming off the food had died down somewhat, and several nosy flies buzzed from dish to dish.   One landed on the table and began scurrying between the bowls of food and plates.   Bob eyed it casually as he routinely lifted a fork-full of food into his mustached mouth that existed below the two the two large eyes he had inherited  from  his mother. 

His mother straightened herself in the chair.  She held back a bit of tears in her eyes by widening them  for a moment.   She pushed back a cluster of curls on the side of her head.   She attempted to eat and her small lips parted for the first bite of food.

“I could say a neo-Indonesian chant, Dad?”   It was hard trying to interpret that remark, as to whether sarcasm or genuine concern, ‘’or, perhaps a stanza from the Kali-Yuille?”

A form of panic gripped Mark’s tender features and his throat suddenly became lodged with a flood of liquid as he gasped and nearly dropped the cup of coffee, pushing himself away from the table and letting out a string of coughs.

“Y — you — you, you see what, what (cough) – I mean – (cough) – Clarisse, the boy is half done mad!”

Mark pointed a finger at the flush-faced boy.    It had arrived, Clarisse thought, it had arrived!  His wife slowly turned her penetrating eyes to her plate, blinking them once or twice, and dropped her fork to the side of her plate. 

“Kali-Yuille!  Kali-Yuille!  I  never heard of such terms.   It’s some of that crazy oriental stuff those kids down at the University Loop  have invented,”   Mark continued, “do you know that area was nearly quarantined, Bob, by the City?”   Mark looked at his wife, who now had both hands clasped over her ears while  gazing  down to her plate.  “Fourteen rapes, Bob, and three murders, Bob , not in one year, son, or a month my boy, but one week!”

“So, people have problems!”   Bob interjected.

“People have problems.   You are darn right!”    Mark whipped the napkin off his lap and began to dab the spots of spilled coffee, “you’re darn right people have problems, and we have some right here.   Right here!”   Mark threw the wet napkin into plate with a ‘splat.’

Clarisse yanked on her hair, first with a whimper, than a chain of sobs, and finally a loud cry.  Those at the table came to  a halting silence.

“Mom!”

She lifted her head to reveal two greatly watered  eyes and the beginnings of two  tear droplets on the lower lids of each that shivered and swayed when she shouted  deliberately and somewhat crudely:

Please, just be quiet!    Shut up!   Shut  up!    Shut up!”

“Mom!”   the guru of Denver Boulevard  started to  rise from his chair.  “Mom!”

“I fixed a roast, especially for Bobby tonight!   It was hours in the cooking!   I cooked a lot of favorites!  It was going to be a nice dinner!   A nice evening!”   She pointed a tearful glance at her husband:   “Why did you have to ruin it!”

“Me?” exclaimed Mark: This wasn’t just exasperation, it wasn’t amazement, but the usual  tragedy warmed over.

“You come in here, moping like the dark dreary day outside, complaining your usual complaint about possibly losing your job!  You started picking on the boy before he even got down the stairs!  You can’t even…”

“Picking on the boy!”   doggonit anyhow, thought Mark.  “Now what a minute, this didn’t start tonight…”

“Oh sure, that’s right, you never did like the kid.”   Streaks of acidic tears crossed her cheeks.  “To you, he always was a gimpy screwball.”

Mark’s olive complexion had turned a shade of red, and his frustration at the swiftness of the change of circumstance had somehow turned into panic.  Just then, a large boom vibrated the old house much like a heavy piece of furniture having been dropped onto the upstairs floor as a thunder-burst rolled the sky.

Mark began to swiftly scratch a sore on the back of his hand, and his Adam’s-apple groped in pain every few seconds.   “Now, that’s not true!  Why are you saying that?’’  Mark turned with a look of astonishment to his son who was now was sitting absolutely erect  in stark silence.     “Bobby , we always did things together.   Remember?”

Mark leaned over to his son slightly, as if to place a hand on his son’s shoulder, but not daring to.    “Remember the open-air circus they held every summer down at the Emmerson Expressway?   You remember?  And that big elephant  you rode on, the one named Tiny.  Oh, ‘Tiny’ was a favorite name of yours for a long time.”  Mark tried to force a crude chuckle.   “You even named your pet rabbit, your basement turtle , and a garden-snake you found, by that same name.”   

The boy said nothing, just stared mysteriously with a vexation at his father.   Bob’s small, rounded nose  glistened under the kitchen ceiling light.

“Yes, pop, I remember!.”  Bob threw  his napkin on the table and tugged on his loin belt rather angrily.  “I remember the time you killed that cat, little Clarabelle.”   The thought of that little animated ball of fur hadn’t crossed their minds for some time now.   Mark was shocked!

“What?  I told you I did no such thing!  That was a big misunderstanding!”

“Sure.   Misunderstandings, like the time you slapped Mom, or the time you locked me   in  my room.   We should have called the police, Mom.”’   He had turned to his mother who had finally lit her cigarette and was observing with curious but rapt attention.

“This is crazy!’’   Mark jutted up from the table, glanced down at the food, put his hands on both hips for a second, and then hurriedly walked away from the table, “This is nuts!” 

Mark quickly rushed to the sink and gazed through the frosted windows, past the stream of rain and into the patio of the next-door neighbor.   Twice now he had tightened his lips together, forcing them downward somewhat, stretching his neck muscles to abate the lump of fear in his throat; suddenly he became the prisoner in his solitary emotional cell again.  He gripped the side of the sink.

No sound came from the family at the table for a second.  A roll of thunder past overhead.  Bob said in a more casual tone, “How’s our ‘box’ doing?’

“Still in there, still locked,” added Clarisse.

“Well, Grandpa was nobody’s fool Mom, I bet it’s full of money.  No change, just bills,’’ Bob jested.

Darn it, anyhow, thought Mark. how can they be so casual about it all?

Clarisse was quick to laugh at the remark from her son, “sure, it would be nice.   I wonder.”

That boy had no cause to say that to me, so easily, so quickly, thought Mark.

Mark noticed someone on the patio next-door.   It was Mr. Maxwell, who had just finished his supper and sat down in his favorite easy chair, a glass of his favorite bourbon in hand.   It was hard to make out everything plainly for patio glass was heavily steamed, but Mark believed that his neighbor had a look of contentment upon his face.

“I had to lock you in your room, Bob, you were doing some bad things at fourteen-years-of age.  Some bad things.  You should remember.”   Mark’s voice was soft, listless, with a tone of frightening exasperation that trailed off into the corners of the house.

The other voices at the table stopped for a second; they surely heard what Mark spoke.   Then they quickly resumed their conversation.

“Ah, I don’t think its money,”  Bob informed, “but probably one of his inventions he made – one that he never told us about.  You know, I went up to grandpa’s private laboratory in the attic once when I was six, and I remember,”   the boy’s eyes rolled to look at the ceiling in deep thought, “ this big coil outfit he made—I didn’t know what it was for, at the time—but he said it had an ‘electro-magnetic’ output of such and such; you know the regular laboratory jargon.  Grandfather was talking about making a larger condensed-model one day.”  

“You think that’s what it is?”  his mother smiled, blowing a puff of cigarette smoke into the air.  

(Mark imagined that cocky, serene look which had suddenly grown on the face of his wife, and those two thin lips that moved indifferently to haunt him; what was that slogan: thin-lipped people are selfish?)

“Maybe not this big model,” the boy explained, “but maybe a smaller one?”   His mother just lifted her eyebrows in question.  “Boy, when he pressed this button I thought my short was going to be pulled off my body!  I think it was kind of a force field!”   The boy was excited in telling of the event.

(Mark saw their indifference as a continuation of the sardonic conspiracy to the genuine circumstances Mark was feeling and had experienced at other times:  what was going on, Mark argued inwardly?)

Through the ‘crystal ball’ of a kitchen window, Mark saw the imagined face of his employer, and suddenly he was back at work, computers whirling invisibly beyond him as he busily punched a tabulator in front of him. The supervisor just stood there for a moment.   A look of stark anger upon his slim face—-a face that seemed to have been constantly washed morning, noon, and night.

Mark hadn’t stopped his tabulating immediately.  No, he wanted to be as casual as possible.   Yes, through the corner of his eye, he could see Mr. Farrell’s tweed-like material of his suit coat.   He could smell the strong fragrance of his cologne, but Mark didn’t want to appear too startled, too shocked, though he knew very well why Mr. Farrell stood there with his cheek bones slowly moving and protruding somewhat aflame.  

“Damn it, Bellinger, can’t you see?”  Farrell’s voice brought Mark to full attention.   “You did it again!  What’s got into you, man?”   With a slap, Mark’s boss threw the file folder on Mark’s desk, causing the papers to spew over its surface.  Mark investigated the man’s face.   Mark did nothing, just pushed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.   Mr. Farrell looked at him questioningly.   Then just as crisp:

“Be in my office in five minutes!”

The ceiling lights on the office became once again the many flowing raindrops upon the kitchen windowpane.    His next-door neighbor had made it a short-lived habit of reading the newspaper this evening and was soundly asleep in his favorite chair, paper crumpled on his lap.   The oval of his mouth denoted an active snore.

Mark tangled with a thick, heavy gulp in his throat.  The emotion was hurting his neck as if it was cement.   His lips quivered and the tears in his eyes made visibility almost impossible.

“Well Mom, I am sorry about dinner.   I really am.  I would have gabbled-down that roast   —-  well, it was good!”

“Sure.   At least I tried, Bobby.   You know I tried.”

“Sure, I know, Mom.” 

Was there something in those surprisingly mellow voices that emotionally ‘included’ him, Mark asked himself?   There must be!   He suddenly felt a loneliness that quickly accompanied his growing freight:

I love you, Bob!”   Mark practically sobbed the words.   Mark remained in his feigned position.  The boy only stared at his mother’s pretended surprise glance.  She looked back at her son just as tritely.   A moment of silence stood between everyone.

“Well, can I leave for Sherell’s now, Mom?   We’re going to have some practice chants in the oriental sketches we’re doing.”   Bob prepared himself ready to push away from the table.

“Your homework done?”  she eyed him with a half-hidden and warm smile, part-way disguised by the drawn appearance of her lips and the way she cradled the cup of coffee in her hand.  Her eyes twinkled unexpectedly.

“Yes, Mom!”  Bob answered a bit resentful as he stood; I have to get-going, he thought to himself.

Bob!  Bob!  Come over and pat me on the back, cried his father inwardly to himself, and take me by the arm, squeeze it, tell me that everything’s alright  –  it’s alright!   If the porcelain of the sink were clay, it would have ten deep impressions from his iron squeeze.  But instead of secret pleas being vanquished, a kitchen chair was pushed into the table and rapid steps headed for the hallway.

“Bob!”  Mark blurted out, his had towards the boy as if to grasp him away from some deep precipice.  “Bob, son, let me talk to you.”  Small tears had formed in his Tyrone-Power-eyes, and somehow the strong smell of spinach, mash potatoes and rich gravy was so, so out of place  as they now sat forlornly under the dull fluorescent ceiling light.

Bob Bellinger just stood there before his father.  Tall, somewhat lanky, his hair draped over his shoulders, a look of feigned exasperation on his face, partially recognizing the urge within himself to do the duty he was neglecting to do.  He fidgeted on the ruffled cuffs of his Victorian short; oh, how obnoxious it appeared up against his faded jeans; old, whitened jeans that protruded from the bottom of his gown.

“Not now, Father.”  He said softly.

‘”Bob!”

“I want to go, Pop!”

Again, a small but deadly manipulative silence filled the room forcefully touching all those in the room.  

“You just can’t do this, walk away,’’   Mark flipped his hand in the air.  He glanced over at his wife who had a look of growing  sick anticipation,  “Things have been said!  I need to explain.  Please!”  Mark’s wife just looked at him, shockingly sedate and surprisingly serene, lipping the rim of her coffee cup.

The boy lowered his head and swiftly turned down the hallway to the coatrack and jacket.   Mark raced through the kitchen doorway; the light threw a long, slender shadow that reached to the front door. 

Stop, son, let’s talk!”

The boy only gave the usual exasperated look, swished the jacket onto his back, pausing:

“See you later, Mom!”  Bob jerked the door open and headed out into a continuing, somewhat subdued fray of lightning.  The door shut with a clump.

Tick-tock-tick-tock.  

The Grandfather-clock seemed unmoved, undisturbed by the household activity.

Mark noticed that the Sun had set, and the temperature had dropped significantly. He stood still for a moment, filled with the solemn silence of the moment as he  glared at this shadow.  He made a tight fist, then relaxed his fingers again.   There was a clank as his wife set her coffee cup down to the saucer.

“Well, better get the dishes.’’  His wife voice was a vote for resumption of daily routine.

The panic within Mark was somehow fortuitously held at a subdued level but he knew it would somehow evolve into a barrage of words any second.   He slipped back into the kitchen light.

“Clarisse – honey – talk to me!  It’s not right!”   How could he describe the tense knot in his stomach and what it meant emotionally?   Nor was he able to explain the thousands of little prickling sensations of pain rushing up and down his flesh.   His body cried out for justice.

“Go on,  talk.’’ The drabness of her voice was as deadly and metallically cold as the lovely strains of her Cole-Dark hair that ran across her shoulders,  down her neck all the way to the middle of her back.  She ventured to the sink and moved the few dishes deposited there in the water.  When she pushed the facet handle tight, drops of water still leaked through causing a lonely ‘drip-drip-drip’ adding to the solemn quiet.  Mark’s throat was sore from emotion: ‘‘Can I be that bad?”

Silence.

“Tell me, honey!”

Silence.

“Talk to me – talk!”   It was torture: his very being cried out for help.

“What about?”    She quickly moved to the table, gathering dishes for the sink.  

“Are you happy with things this way?   Do you take delight in knowing that your son hates his father?   What’s going on here, anyway?”

Mark’s thinking was a maze of confused.  He had the impulse to run out into the rain: washing the frustration and hurt like just so much dirty muck out of his system.

She stopped her trips across the kitchen floor, holding a ‘mash-potato-caked’ tablespoon limply in her hand, then coming to a military ‘attention’:  “You are what’s wrong!”   She quickly continued her march.

“What?”

“Your nothing but a big overgrown brute!”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that!”

“That’s not fair.  W….w….what specifically are you talking about?”

“Everything!”

“Everything?   Clarisse, what are you saying, you’ve never said that before?”

“Money.  You’re tight.  We can’t even spare a dime for a candy-bar around here!”

“Clarisse!  You have this house—ah!   You…you have plenty of cloths.  I don’t understand!’’   The knot in his stomach continued to twist and churn.

“Work!   You need to quit your job!   You want your wife to work;  you are plain lazy!”

‘Lazy!’’  his voice exploded.  “What, are you nuts….?”

“Ya!   I’m nuts!  Stark-raving-mad!  Thanks a lot!”

“Oh, honey, don’t confuse things – I’ve got problems at work.  Today, I wanted to talk, to…to…ask your help about…”

“All you want, mister, is to drive people batty!”

“Stop it, Clarisse!   You make me sound terrible.  That’s lousy!   Let’s be fair!’’

“Fair!”  she sardonically laughed.

“I love you and the kid.”   This was awful, Mark thought, grabbing his hair and yanking on it.   He gritted his teeth.

“You wanted to get rid of us all along.’’  Clarisse  smirked.

Mark was beginning to think of his sanity holding intact in this Kafkaesque game.

“That’s crazy!  Crazy!   We’ve got problems, but Clarisse, we’ve had good times.  We had fun, Clarisse…”

“Ho, boy!”   She leaned her head back now and then to project her words to him.   She had slipped her shoe from one foot and was messaging the other with it: was she enjoying this?    “We can’t get up and go to sleep without getting permission from our Lord and king,  Master Bellinger!”

You’re wanted to be cruel, thought Mark, you’re wanting to be!

“It’s hard times, Clarisse.  Terrible things are happening.  We must run a tight ship around here.  You know that.”   Silence from his mate.   “All those laughing, hysterically silly people  cabaret  about the nation – their happiness is short-lived.   You must have some long-range goals, a little disciplined….’’

“So, we can go around moping in tears like you?”

“Inflation has driven most the nation into poverty!”

Again, her sardonic smile, “That’s because you want to live like the poverty smut taking over the city, instead of moving out into the county, like I wanted to!”

Mark injected a slightly different view:  “What’s wrong with this house!  it was grandpa’s house!  What a terrible thing to say about a wonderful gift from my Grand Pop!   It was an upper-middle class house home at one time, you know.”

“And now, dear, it’s junk—in more ways than one,” she was running a wet kitchen cloth over the now cleared table.

“You’re confusing things, Clarisse!   Darn you!   Can’t you try to be helpful?   Darn you, anyhow!”

“And damn you to hell, too!”

“You brazen little two-year-old!”  This growingly grotesque slander had been too much for Mark, too darn much.   Mark lunged forward at his wife,  when swift jerks of her hand from her bent position revealed a dire look of hateful determination at her husband.

“Go on!  Hit me, you monster!  Hit me like you did before!”

Mark stopped dead.   There was a sharp shooting pain in the back of his skull like bolts of electrical pings.  Something like a huge, thick wall had been lowered in front of him.   He was unable to move around it.  He wrung his hands together, gritting his teeth, and then suddenly his submerged eyes burst into tears, and the corners of his mouth drew back into a painful sob.

“I didn’t plan this!”   wretched Mark.  “Oh, no!  I didn’t plan this!”

Mark covered his face with his hands and felt himself fall back to the doorway,  momentarily leaning against the wall, letting his chest fall into deep heaves till his muscles were sore.   

It was almost as if his feet had a mind of their own as he lingered in the darkness of the hallway, he stumbled, swayed, and almost falling, and then  he soon felt his nose against the cold glass of the front door.

It was lonely, a terrible loneliness that  had become his companion and a reality.  The darkness was lonely.  The rain was lonely.  The low rumble of the thunder  and, now, infrequent flashes of lightning were— lonely.     

Tick-tock-tick-tock.

Father!  Father!  He sobbed aloud again:  Oh, Pop!  What a misery your grandson must have been!

Mark’s hand slid gently across the veneer-wood of the tall clock.   The strokes of its long pendulum could barely be made out in the dim light. He could feel the cool glass on its front  and Mark rested his head upon it for a moment, as if were caressing an old friend.

Somewhere upstairs a light had been left on, probably in Bob’s room, for its rays could barely be seen on reflecting surfaces in the upstairs hallway and onto the wall.    One’s eyes could move in the darkness till they came to rest on the thick siding doors to the downstairs front room; and it struck Mark majestically  as if he were viewing the entrance to some ancient tomb:  the analogy was absurd but the feeling was striking.   

A unique chill ran through Mark as he approached the sliding doors;   he touched them, momentarily listening to the cars splashing through the puddles on the street outside.   He slowly pushed the huge door panels into their recesses, and a woody growl of sound came forth.

Mark fumbled his way into the room.  The smell of musty old gray dust along with the invigorating smell of vinegar from the kitchen was a peculiar mixture.   He glanced about the room; what a cemetery!   He could feel his father’s presence there, almost as if he were sitting in his regular upholstered easy chair in the corner, his grandad looking at him casually, a small light smile on his aging but still pink lips.   Grandpa appeared as he was in his late sixties.   Whitened sideburns, and patches of dark on his hoary head.   The smile would momentarily leave, fluctuating at times into a serious grimace—almost as if grandpa could see the aches in his grandson’s heart.  Grandpa still fidgeted with the corner of the armrest, a usual habit of his that Mark had noticed during their many front-room discussions in year’s past.

Somehow these thoughts scared him, and Mark rushed to switch the small frontiers’-lamp on an end-table.  The first thing that small amount of light revealed to his vision was the box! It sat smackdab in the middle of the room on an old wooden pedestal.   It was obvious that Clarisse hadn’t been in the room to clean the for some time as a sizeable layer of dust covered it and most of the furniture.   

Mark walked slowly over to the box.  It was an ancient  object; something you might find in an old cabin somewhere, during or before the civil war, or, even the Revolutionary War.  Its metal parts were badly rusted.  The lock and loop were a grisly red.   Barely visible was a gold and silver trim, and a design of something like an American Eagle could be seen.  It looked as if termites had attempted to invade the crypt at one time.

Mark ran his fingers gently over the side of the box.  Though he had handled it before, it suddenly felt more significant to him this time.  Grandpop!   Something Grandpop left for us!   Something special!  

He let out a deep sigh:  if only he could have made up to his granddad all that he had wanted to do.   Mark glanced over into the partial cover of shadows.

“Oh, Grandpop,”  he whispered, “what am I to do!  Things are getting rougher all the time!’’

Mark was thinking, of course, of the vast economic and  sociologic changes going on since his granddad  died ten years beforehand.  He and his grandfather spoke openly about some of the coming trends.   He was thinking about some of the wild kids running around the neighborhoods beating-up everybody on sight.   Half of them were brazen, loud-mouthed homosexuals.  The other half were nothing but freaks who had marvelous means of inhibiting and ‘handcuffing’ the police whose severely limited capabilities were bought-on by the various radical ‘civil liberties’  of groups that had sprung-up-out-nowhere seemingly overnight.

The communal tribal life of people had finally arrived.  It first was a few excited isolated ‘communities,’ but with the passing of Supreme Court laws, whole city blocks were rented and designated ‘A,’  ‘B,’ and consecutive letters, and soon numbers like 184, 185, till the cities became thriving ‘free-for-all’ areas of living causing havoc with real-estate and Credit businesses, the new census polls, and schooling.  Delinquency would no longer  be traced back to ‘families,’  only back to the ‘community,’ and the ‘community’ had an abysmal way of avoiding all responsibility.

So, with Dad and Mom being nothing but murky, changing figures and faces, the youngsters became nothing but a wild, undisciplined herd of animals.

The police department surrendered to the National Guard; eventually, the National Guard surrendered to the ‘people!’    The ‘people’ told the ‘peace officers’ when ‘when-to-and-when-not-to.’   It became so difficult , so enmeshed in red tape, that finally it was simpler to ‘brush’ a dead body under a rug and then call “the law.”   Was he your husband?   Well, there’s always another man.   Was she only a mate?   It was never too late to find another.

Libraries became the property of the ‘Liberated Peoples,’ and Oriental-Asian-type nomads, descendants  of the contemporary ‘hippies,’ that made quick business of using them as “Outposts.”    It was crazy!   It was nuts!   But inevitably, books were burned in protest in one town, and soon spread as a ‘fad’ through the states.  Magazines were “narrowed-down”   to a few who adhered to the “New Age-Politic.”

It was a society that had sprung-up over-night and with surprising fury, for even its far-reaching effects couldn’t be seen by everyone, everywhere.   The Nazi swastikas, the witches’ lore and ‘bent cross,’ plus other pagan symbolism, again became common.   Everything was quite contemporary, yet quite ancient and fantastic. 

In New York City, a recent poll indicated that the ‘red’ Communist Party was inadvertently ‘in power.’    The traditional mafia  had some of its tentacles into the matrix as well.   And there was even talk that the Russians had postponed an “invasion” because of the rapid success of the American Communist Party; we’ll give them another five years, the mighty ‘Bear’ said.

But above all this, the city of Yorkshire stood out in comparative peace.  The Liberated Peoples’ movement had gained access to only perhaps 15% of the City and 8% of the County.   And not everyone had convinced themselves that they had what it took to drop old values and step-in with the new; at least, not yet, all the way! 

The trends were well-set, Grandpop Bellinger  had said one night, sitting in that very armchair.   It was already upon them; and that was ten years ago, recalled Mark (who had become tentatively content with the weak ideas that he and his family had not yet, despite the tragedy in their pasts, succumbed to the New Age altogether). 

Mark shook his head.  His hand  could feel the small, corroded keyhole in the lock of the box.

What would money do?  Sure, we needed it, he said to himself, but he wasn’t sure that it would help.   It’s meaning and purpose would be twisted and pulled around beyond all recognition, and in the end, Clarisse would swear up and down that it was some diabolical misuse on his part.   It always happens.  But, oh, they could use the money.   They could move… 

Move!  To where?  And who could save that it was money in the box?  

Maybe it was blood and guts!   Perhaps Grandpa  Bellinger had fallen before the weight of the cascading wickedness about him and wanted to play a hellish joke!  Maybe he, too, dabbled in the back rooms of the university laboratories, the same as the strange ‘people;’ trying to create Frankenstein’s!  And here, as a last weary tribute to a forgotten page of history and a nostalgic way of life, were the actual entombed bits and pieces of that life itself.   Blood and guts!

Oh, what a hellish thought cried Mark inwardly, shame on myself, grandpa, forgive me!

Then, though, who could say –  who would  say?

Mark listened to the drizzle of the enduring rain hitting on the two large front-room windows.   Every now and then the shades would light up in a faint headlight glow as a car passed-by.

Tick-tock-tick-tock.  

Dull clinks and clanks rolled into the front room from the kitchen  as Clarisse washed the rest of the dishes.  Mark sighed deeply again, continuing to rub the box.  It almost was polished from his incessant handling.  He reached for a cigarette out of his pack.  It had been years since they’ve had a cancer warning in the news media, he thought, holding the white cigarette cylinder before him.  He lit it quickly and blew a heavy puff of smoke over the box.   Then he slowly backed away and set into the thick, padded armchair.  

Mark could imagine his wife at the kitchen sink, where he had often watched her gracefully at work under the dim kitchen-window-light.  She was lovely, thought Mark, somewhat petite and thin, but very shapely with rich, sleek auburn hair that gently cascade about her shoulders and down  her back, smooth and lovely ankles that were accentuated by delicate, sensually bulging calves.  Even in an old mini skirt (the modern housedress) she had beauty;  a beauty that even her small breasts couldn’t detract-from; after all, thought Mark, they had fed two babies; a lovely boy and his sweet little daughter.

Mark’s throat choked again.  It had been some time since he thought of his daughter.  He loved his daughter, despite the animosity that somehow existed between them.   And he knew, too, that he loved his wife; yet, their lives were such a panic at times.    And his wife could be so devilish!   But then, thought Mark, she was not so nice to some others all the time either.   Oh, what was the answer?   How did they get into such a mess?   An early marriage?   A child out of wedlock?    A punk kid with no formal schooling?   Yes, sure, all that was correct, he confessed; but then, there seemed to be more.

Mark gave another thick sigh.   “Oh, Clarisse!    If we could only step beating each other over the head!”

His chest still hurt but he had stopped his crying.   He just wanted to relax the tension and frustration.   Relax!   Let every muscle ripple loose and flow into a magical state.  Relax.  Relax.  

He puffed the cigarette again.  Smoke gradually filled the air.  “The key,’’ Mark whispered, “Grandpop’s key!   Let me think.   Think!”

The box sat immobile in its mute witnessing.   A museum piece  in a crypt from out of the turn of the century; my, how time flies.

Mark closed his eyes.   His eyes felt heavy and sore.  He placed the cigarette in an ashtray, and he was thinking of the place his granddad may have kept a key.

Soon his olive complexion erased its wrinkles  and a serene look of peace passed over it slowly.  His head slumped to one side.  The rain had stopped.   Distant rumbles could be heard in far parts of the city.   Mark Bellinger had  surreptitiously fallen asleep.   

Soon following, Clarisse decided to sleuth the situation on Mark’s whereabouts.   Her expression was suave and noncommittal.    She walked over and turned the lamp off without saying a word to her husband.   Then she climbed the stairs.

Mark didn’t hear the melodious chimes of the Grandfather Clock announcing  that the hour had arrived.  Neither did it cause the clock to change its routine.  It only said:

Tick-tock-tick-tock.

***********

PART II

A steady stream of clear day light came through the curtain on the big front door.  It lit-up the parlor delightfully but not in the full burst-light of noon time.  There was a vague, dull overcast outside, but it didn’t deter the squall of the  blue jays.   One could hear the coo of pigeons on the roof and the crisp chirps of those hundreds of little brown birds that seemed to be imperceptibly everywhere.  There was a steady rustle of the autumn leaves causing a   placid, dim sound, like a waterfall off in the distance.

Every now and then, a silhouette would pass down before the front door in a swirling, rocking motion as several more leaves came off their parent tree to join the companion blanket on the ground.

The quick, rocky ‘putter’ and rumble of an automobile was heard as it raced by the front of the house — and then another going in the opposite way. Only the Grandfather’s Clock made the sole conversation in the autumn afternoon symphony: its choice of words never changed.

The someone scampered up the wooden steps to the house; Rather briskly turning the door, turning the nob once, hesitating, and then going back to the steps, and sat down.  He sat there and made no motion for a long while.    Only the ‘chee-chee’ of a bird indicated that someone was aware of the person’s presence.  When minutes had passed, the person got up, quickly opened the door, and holding its edge, peered in. 

It was Bob Bellinger.  He looked fazed, like he had the flu or a bad cold.    There was no doubt that he was troubled about something.

“Mom!” he called, glancing back and forth through the house.  He listened for an answer.  “Mom!”  Still no response.

This prompted him to come and shut the door.    It quickly dulled the whine of a jet’s after-burner overhead. 

Bob peered into the kitchen.  No one.   And no one was in the  Sunroom.   Upstairs?

“Anybody home?”

Apparently, not, thought Bob, they surely would have answered by now.

He gave a short sigh, whipped the thin layer of sweat from the palms of his hands onto the stripped pants (pants designed by the elite of homosexual clothing designers). He started for the stairs – but suddenly stopped.  He glanced for at the heavy sliding doors to the front room and felt a sudden compulsion to go in.   Why, he didn’t really know, but within seconds he had the doors pated enough for him to pass through.   He just stood there for a moment, casually scrutinizing the alien sight.  

It wasn’t too often that he had spent any amount of appreciable time in the front room, it seemed so odd and outlandish.  And for the most part, the heating was shut off there to help to reduce the heating bill — this was denoted by a sudden draft that wafted past  him.  Bob pushed aside the doors.

But still, it was quant, thought Bob, something nostalgic and reassuring.   A symbol — a symbol out of the past of never-changing values – of permanence and even loyalty.   As loyal as the musty old chopped and unlit wood  in the fireplace; it hadn’t been disturbed in any great degree since Grandpa Bellinger died.

Bob shivered.  His complexion was still flu-like.  He let his hands slide from the edges of the thick doors to his sides with a notifiable tap: he rubbed the brightly decorated, thin satin material of his trousers, as if attempting to warm himself.  The necklace around his throat was brassy but still distinctly appealing in color.  His skintight, evenly creased trousers were the latest style among the ‘Ultras,’ a faction of theLiberated Peoples of America.

And, boy, did he need some reassuring!

How could such ominous yet commonplace things have happened so spontaneously and yet present so many difficulties?  He wasn’t even sure it was happening!   And Sherell, he thought in utter amazement, was giving him some fantastic doctrine about doing it ‘the correct way!’

Sickening, he thought, yet, there still existed laws that bound a man to marry a woman with children resulting, and the one party, usually the female, wanted to consummate the union because of children.

Such an anarchic law!   Who paid any attention to this, any longer?   And above all, why, in the world would Sherell  –  a princess-maiden in the American Liberated Peoples  –  pull-off something like that?

Bob just shook his head dejectedly at the floor, churning his fingers into his palm, all emphasized by the gulp of his larynx.  In the next instance, his thoughts had become too overpoweringly bewildering.  He shook his head again, and ‘swooned’ the few feet to the sofa, falling onto it, allowing his head to finally rest.

He peered up into the old venetian-blinds.  Light streamed faintly though them making zebra strips across his face.  Apparently, Mom had felt compassion towards the old place, for she had, almost despite herself,   replaced the yellowed shades and the crinkled, bent venetian blinds, with brand-new ones.   It probably took some effort to break-away from daily daydreaming to do that  toil.

He slowly lifted his head; his vision was confronted by the old wooden box, situated no more than three feet from him.

“Boy!  How can everything go so wacky?”  he said aloud to himself, and suddenly he realized he must tell his parents about the cryptic happening, the sooner the better, he told himself.   But how?  Dad was out of the question, he reasoned, he could not bear to approach him.  But what was more frightening, Bob Bellinger acknowledged, he wasn’t so sure his Mother would react according to his preconceived notion of what should happen.

Ah, Mom was a swell cooky, Bob thought, and she had many ‘swinging’  ideas.   Bob Bellinger gave a wicked little smile: Ideas that would even have blown the top of Grand Pop’s head off.   Oh yes, Mom had shared some of the current scenes:  the ‘blood-runs’ outside the City Limits; the Rati-Tals; the various ‘New Age’ magazines and newspapers.   She wasn’t completely alien to Bob’s private world.   Perhaps she would understand.  Perhaps.  It was a secondary thought, but one of weird comfort, nonetheless.

“There will be help.  Maybe, just maybe, things aren’t as bad as they seem.  If I’ve known that stupid girl would pull something like that,”  continued Bob in his dramatic thinking, “I’d would have dropped her long ago.”

He just  shook his head again; it was useless to go on in this panic-like way.   Mom would be home any minute.

He glanced at the old Grandfather Clock, the face of which peered at him incessantly, ticking off minutes and seconds like eternity dispensing through a box.

A box!

His eyes fell upon the decrepit construction of wood before him.  He slowly lifted himself off the soft springy sofa and reached for the box.  He noticed fingerprint smears over its polished surface.  Mom had a remarkable job of cleaning and polishing the old relic, what a souvenir it had become.   But ‘why,’  asked the rather stern-looking teenager, didn’t they open it?   A hammer, crowbar, or axe –  anything would do.

“Silly,”  he whispered.  He glanced around the room at the antique  and vintage furniture, “dumb, crazy, idiocy,” he eyed the old fireplace, “nuts, gooney, stupid…”   It wasn’t helping any.  He dropped his hands down at his sides and looked back at the box.   The afternoon stillness grew upon him.

And then his heart spiked, and immediately began to pound — someone was coming up the porch steps.

He tightened his forefinger onto the box.   His throat  went dry.  A key turned in the door lock.  There was the rustle of a paper bag, and soon his mother appeared in the parlor, headed towards the kitchen.

“Mom!” the words came out suddenly, almost unexpectantly.   The fear that had been rising in him was coming to a quick peak.

Clarisee backed-up till she was in the middle of the doorway.  She had a satin scarf about her head, and her slender arms looked strained under the load of groceries she was holding.  It pinned her knit sweater up to her elbows.  She looked at her son questioningly.  

“Home from the scatter lands already, Bob?”

Bob was momentarily lost for words, and his mouth was gapped a space.   His eyes rolled over the strained stance of his mother.

“Ah, yes, Mom.”

“No instructor today?”

“Yes, no instructor.”

“Boy,” she shook her head and smiled, “school sure has changed since my day.  Didn’t one of the kids get up in front of the class and teach?  They usually do that, don’t they?”

“Yes, Mom.  Mom,”  his voice picked up a slight sense of urgency, “could I talk to you?”

There. He was well on his way.   It would be out in the open any minute now.

Clarisee’s  forehead wrinkled slightly, “Sure, Bob.  What’s wrong?’’

“Here, set the groceries down,”  he approached her taking the bag and setting it on the sofa.    Clarisee untied the knot of her scarf, whipped it off her head into her pocket.  She shook her head, letting her hair fan out round her shoulders.   There was a strong scent of beer on her breath.    Dad had given up years ago to fight her lavishing alcohol; but it had led to their share of conflicts, thought the boy, and — well — maybe she’s just relaxed enough to take his message smiling.  

“Well, go on.”   There was an element of suspicion in her voice.

“Sit down, Mom.”   Bob’s voice had turned somewhat somber.  He pointed to the sofa for her to set as he turned to the musty old armchair.     There was the perpetual chill to the room.  It was almost as if the logs in the fireplace should have sprouted into flames out of desperation.   But, instead, the unending sweeps of the pendulum of grandfather’s clock; the rustle of leaves along the street outside; and the forlorn melody of a popular song from someone’s stereo down the way, all indicted the unchanging seriousness of the moment.

Bob’s mother’s large brown eyes held the face of the boy seriously, who, now, nervously groped for words.   She squirmed.   Then crossed her legs in anxious suspicion.

“Mom.  Promise you’ll try and understand that what I tell you is something that ‘can’ be handled.” 

“Handled?”

“Mom, I am sorry but Sherell Getigard…’’

“Go on, Bob!   What is it?”

“Well, she’s having a baby…’’    The words just fumbled out.  It was no use to decorate them by proper tone or volume of voice.  Bob Bellinger felt suddenly nihilistic and just wanted time to ‘pass’ in a swift fashion; perhaps the universe would melt away.  

A baby?”

My  baby.”

(The shocked expression on his mother’s face didn’t change for a few seconds.   Her lips were pressed together firmly and slightly wet.  Her eyes didn’t move. She just sat looking at her son in a skillfully subdued moment of panic.   She perhaps wanted to cry but something much deeper than fear flashed before her now; and for that moment,  she saw, again, the flashing red signal atop the ambulance in front of the house: it was then that the neighborhood had gathered before the white picket fence — Mark Bellinger was holding the door aside in desperate urgency while white-smocked attendants handled the wheeled stretcher down the steps out to the sidewalk.   Heavy sobs and an occasional sequel echoed from his wife’s throat as Mark pathetically hung onto the sides of the stretcher.

She remembered the heavy lines on the face of a father who had just lost a baby daughter, seeing Mark standing there in the flashing light sweeping through the dark night, falling on his solemn and painful countenance.)

“A baby?” she spoke painfully.

“A baby, Mom”  answered Bob Bellinger, and she just as well had said ‘what’s new?’ – thought the boy – for all the fashion she was reacting  to it.  

Clarisee lowered her head slightly, turning it aside, and grabbed the bag of groceries.

“I’ll put these away.”

She hesitated only momentarily, and then rose slowly to head into the kitchen.  Bob sat nervously in the chair, fidgeting on its upholstery.

A moment later, a strange howl rose from the kitchen —  an almost agonizing whimper: a lonely, low scream, an agonizing moan of desperation, came from Bob’s mother.   

Bob wished he could run; run quickly, immediately and without any responsibility or recollection as to what was happening.  But as the voice of his mother shrouded his very being, he knew it was hopeless; and Bob knew she was crying for more than just any baby.  

Amongst the ‘Liberated Peoples,’  and large segments of the American populace, children were far and few between.  It wasn’t a need to curb the rise of venereal disease, but, moreover, it had justly become a look for more restrains for ‘lusty independence.’  

When the ranks of the ‘LP’ decreased because of such regulatory and medical concerns, an added maneuver was instigated to bring about a second generation of children, prospectively trained and drilled in the Liberate People’s philosophy:  the result was ‘Babylon,’ and children were mere chess pons on a diabolical chessboard.

Mass abortion was common, even the ‘Law’ in some cities.   But more fantastic, there were rumors of ‘child sacrifice’ in some segments of the decadent society.   How it came about was uncertain; but where power and prestige were at stake, anything was possible — even in a democracy of a neo-utopian-sophisticated-America.

And there where those, suspended in a limbo of confusion, who had not yet accepted the growing fads and trends of the new “Utopia.”    Some were still single-minded  –  and aware of the sanctity of children.  Some still cried when they died, and still fewer worried what would happen  when they grew older.

It was baby ‘Margaret Ann’ that Bob’s mother was crying about, thought Bob, and in a sudden moment, a vast panorama of grisly gangs of punk kids; orgiastic pranks in darkened avenues; and the whole scope of his earlier private delinquency passed before his mind’s eye.

He quickly brought a hand across his face, and he, too, began to cry in hard, deli berate sobs and chokes.

“Oh, baby Ann,” he sobbed, “oh, baby Ann!”

Through watered eyes, Bob tried to drink-in every ancient and comfortable sight in the room. He was thinking, at one time the bookshelf held classic novels and stylish, contemporary stories, but now only a stack of the latest LP publications sat there, worn, and well read, but triumphantly quiet.

There was the old phonograph, dusty but useable, setting silently in one corner.  The melodies that were played on it were something out of another world altogether; what was the one name   —   Glenn Miller?

A world that believed in fresh roses, goldenrod, and ragweed that once was placed on the tables throughout the room.   A world that was as eloquent as the yellowed chandelier hanging from the ceiling…as majestic as the old Grandfather Clock…yes, a world as ancient and romantic as…as…

As the old wooden box setting in the middle of the room!

Bob rose from the chair and reached for the box.   He pressed his fingers tightly onto its surface again, and then quickly turned away from the pedestal.

Why were they living as they were?  Actors in  a surrealistic panorama?   A phantasmagoric drama?

Loud voices could be heard outside, about a block’s distance away.  Chatting, singing and a general grumble came from a large crowd.

Bob Bellinger slowly made his way from the chilly room into the hallway.   He glanced at the  dignified  sweeps of the pendulum in the masterly face of the Grandfather Clock, as he went about opening the thick front door.

He cursed at himself, suddenly, as he peered outside — he cursed at his stupidity and jeered at the impending doom about him:  over the trees and housetops across the street, in the distant horizon, was a deep glow, a rosy, pink vapor enveloped amid thick black fringes and edges:  somewhere buildings were burning; somewhere property was being destroyed.  

Soon, a parade of screaming, jeering, chanting long-haired delinquents appeared.   Youthful girls clad in plastic-like, clear one-piece jumpers made from the latest synthetic material in space flights,  shielding their nude bodies from the cold about them.   Many were carrying torches in their hands.    Faces of boys and girls alike were contorted in savage teenage frivolity.   Mouths were formed into large round ovals; it resembled an over-sized searching party who had gone out to get Frankenstein’s monster.

It was going to be a rough weekend.

“Bob, I don’t know what is going to happen.   I just don’t know.   I think, I might do crazy any minute.”   It was the weak, sick voice of his mother.  She was much smaller than her towering son, and she had to reach up to caress her boy higher on his lean back.

Bob could feel her moist cheek on his arm as the two peered out at the crowd passing in front of the front door window-curtain —  the red infernal hovering on the horizon.   His body shivered with a peculiar freight and pain.

“But I want you to go to your room,”  she continued to speak firmly, “and I want you to stay there and not come out.  You’ll tell your Father …no, I’ll  tell your Father that you are sick.  You’ll be in bed, too sick to see your Father.”   She looked at her son with tearful eyes.

“Mom?”

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mom.”

Bob turned slowly, feeling the small hand of his Mother slink down his back.

It was a Johnson-Clark respirator that had been used on Baby Ann in the ambulance.   Bob remembered the churning hum  that emitted from somewhere inside the vented mechanism, and the red cross pasted on the side somehow stuck in his memory.  A cross?   He was not sure what it stood for; any more than he understood the real purpose for those round, heavy, brick, stone sculptured gothic structures the LP  assembled as groups to practice their sundry rituals.

He walked towards the stairway.  With painfully heavy steps, he crept up to the second floor.   Then suddenly when he reached the landing  — he raced down the upstairs hallway into his room, as his Mother had ordered.

Mark Bellinger had been such a dashing fellow, Clarisee   was thinking, perhaps in a juvenile way, but he was the man-of-her-dreams.   She had built  her whole world around him in their teen-years.  He was swell, good looking, muscular,  and a man; how she needed some of that strength; beg, borrow or steal…

The parade of teenage libertines had left his street; only a bright red color filled the parlor hallway and door window, fading back and forth reflections as the furious flames  fluctuated far out  in the city.

The parlor clock chimed the hour, and the sound carried to other parts of the house, a sound that  also seemed to  dance about the patiently- waiting front room  pedestal—–and the companion ‘box.’ 

The box—–it appeared stretched and out of focus—-being viewed through a female’s tear drop. 

——————–

PART III

The light from the table lamp in the front room cast a cozy warmth into the parlor.   It lit-up the face of the majestic Grandfather Clock, part of the front door, and the somewhat dirt-stained rug on the parlor floor.

It was pitch-dark outside, and the cold steady howl of the wind portrayed the winter’s coming intentions.   The panes of the house-windows would vibrate forlornly under the wind’s persistent challenges, and every now and then, a gust of an additional turbulence would slash against the house, whipping  it with snow and ice.   In the light of the arched streetlamp on the sidewalk, one could barely make out the dazzling mounds and drifts of snow lying about.  Tree branches were laden delicately with ridges of snow, and the silhouette of a large icicle could be seen protruding from the rim of the front porch, amidst an array of smaller icicles.

Nevertheless, it must have amused the Grandfather Clock immensely to be in the warmth of the house, as it just stood unalarmed and chanted its lullaby as it looked out over the passing vista of the household.

Mark Bellinger was busy about the old box.  He had seen it sitting there long enough, and he had forsaken the idea of ever finding a key to fit the lock, if  the lock was mechanical enough to even use.

Instead, he brought a hacksaw from the basement, and had placed the blade upon the corroded loop and was presently sawing it about a quarter of the way through.

But why was he prompted to such sudden action this evening?  And why the drooped mouth and the sullen continuance?  Was it just preoccupied worry about imaginary ‘blood and guts’  Grandpa Bellinger might have deposited-away to teach a cruel lesson?   Perhaps, Mark’s grandfather had a few esoteric and cryptic tib-bits about his Grandson, Bob?

He did talk to the boy often – even when he had been arrested by the police for theft – and maybe the boy confided in the man more than they had thought:  You know, “…here was the cruel information.”  Ah, no, no!  Grandpa Bellinger would have come right-out with it, right then and there.

But it was obvious that Mark was caught in a spastic web of deep thought – deep enough to prevent him from successfully completing his objective, for he would stop a few seconds and breathe deeply, his eyes agog, and looking dramatically at the box.   And then he would move the saw a little more.

“I was a child once, just like Bob, like my wife, like millions of citizens.  Now, I am a man,”   Mark was instructing himself.    “What  is a man?  What is a human being?”

In the silence of the cold night, footsteps were trudging the snow-covered sidewalk, making a crunching sound under the weight of the huddled form.  The person quickly scamped-up the walkway to the house and pounded-up the wooden steps.   A thick ridge of snow was knocked from the person’s boots onto the huge front door mat.  Then suddenly — 

‘Boy!”  exclaimed Clarisee Bellinger, somewhat breathlessly, as she stepped into the vestibule, she shut the door with a big shiver.  Mark froze still, quickly throwing the saw into the lap of the old armchair.    He just stood there for a  second looking at the fireplace.  His heart pounded a little from the surprise.

Clarisee quickly dropped the coat off her back and proceeded to drop it over the coat rack.   The fur cap followed  just as quickly, and then she placed the goulashes and wet socks neatly into one corner.  She stood by the old cast-iron radiator, barefoot, trying to grasp some warmth in the wavering air over its surface.

“Who’s in the front room?”  she queried, trying to peer about the edge of the sliding door.  A short silence followed.

“Just me, Clarisee.”

“Home early tonight?   No overtime, eh, Mark?”  Her conversation was unentertaining even though he attempted to be pleasant.

“Yes, honey, I’m home early tonight.”  There certainly was no enthusiasm there.  

The solemness of the remark sounded slightly peculiar to her, and she moved into the light of the front room doorway, her bare feet giving that sensuous ‘thud’ of a feminine walk.   She stood there placing her weight to one side, outlining a shapely hip.  The blurred redden appearance of her eyes and the heavy smell of Jack Daniel’s liquor rolled in waves to his nostrils, revealing that his wife had somehow left the Budweiser stage.   Clarisee acted more sexually titillating when intoxicated, but Mark could help feel nothing but disgust.   It was so brash, so careless of her; however, he held his peace.

“How come?  Inventory over?”   was her bland query.

“Yes, it’s over.”  He said with a bit of sarcasm, and he turned to look at her.  He casually walked over to the sofa and wearily slumped down onto its cushions.  

“And you?  I didn’t know you did your shopping today?”

Clarisee’s face went somewhat flush as if a forgotten moment flashed before her eyes, or an unspoken secret had been nearly disclosed. “Eh, no shopping.  I  –  I – I just had something to take care of.”

“Oh?”

“It’s cold out there,’ she exclaimed, trying quickly to change the subject, “feel my hands.’’  She approached her husband and rubbed her fingers over his cheeks.  He dimly smiled.

“What in the world were you doing?”  she asked, pointing to the metal filings on the table and floor.

“I’m going to open that darn thing,” he pointed a straight finger accusingly at the box.

“Why now?   It’s been sitting there…”

“Clarisee,”  he interrupted her with an outburst, “Clarisee, it’s happened!”  His voice was filled with emotion.

“What?”

I’ve been fired!”

“Oh, no!”

“And worse than that, Mr. Farrell has threatened that I’ll not be recommended for another job.”  Mark didn’t really wish to, and he didn’t intend to, but his eyes rapidly filled with tears.

“But why?”  his wife asked.  “Why are they threatening you?”

He suddenly felt speechless, so he just shrugged his shoulders, looking somewhat desolate.  Mark had been home long enough to change into an old knit sweater and casual trousers that lapped loosely around his legs.   Perhaps he had worn these clothes trying to locate some form of comfort in doing so.  His chin rested on his chest, and he looked directly at his slippers.

I cry too much, thought Mark, his eyes becoming increasingly watered.  And what is Clarisee going to say, Mark asked himself, now that I need someone close  – close at hand?

Clarisee straightened for a moment.  A slightly worried look had come over his face, as she paced back and forth near the wooden pedestal in the middle of the room.   She had a hard-time placing her thoughts appropriately on her husband now, and she found her thoughts were centered more on Jack Getigard  –  Sherell Getigard’s father.

Ever since the crisis that involved Bob and his girlfriend, Jack Getigard had been an understanding friend.  Clarisee had been afraid to approach him about the problem at first.   Apparently, Sherell had not confided in her father, and it was her mother who accompanied  her in the intention of filing legal charges.   But Jack Getigard spoke consolingly and assuredly  –  and then several visits had ensued, and several more, clandestinely,  most  private, and then….

Clarisee squished her eyes, biting her lower lip;  Oh, boy!  she thought, my, my, my, things are happening!

The wind buffeted the windows, and a whistling sound ensued around the house.  The panes of glass in the room opposite the vestibule vibrated eerily.

Look at him, Clarisee jeered to herself, gazing analytically at her husband, like a child with his hands covering an embarrassed face.    Jack Getigard wouldn’t act that way, not Jack!

She walked over to the fireplace and gazed aimlessly into it.   Ah, what’s coming off, Mark, he yelled inwardly, you need help, I  need help.   Oh, if I could walk right out that door right now!

“What’s happening, Mark?  I mean…things are getting so dog-gone confused.”   I need someone to hold me, Clarisee secretly pleaded, someone to say the world is the same sweet country cottage I lived in as a girl.

Your confused?”  blurted out Mark.   It was the wrong expression to use at that moment, but Mark had no idea as to what Clarisee  had been thinking,  ‘‘How do you think I feel?  Eh, Clarisee?  I’ve warned you.  I’ve been telling you what would happen!   Instead,  all I’ve gotten back was a bunch of rotten names…now I want help!’

You want too much, thought Clarisee!   She couldn’t help it; it was the way she felt at that moment.   Mustering-up all the authority she could, she glared at her husband’s questioning face.

“You’ll get early tomorrow,” her words were slow and deliberate, “get dressed  – and go look for another job!  You understand?  You’ll be a man and get out  and find a job to support us!”    It was hard to subdue the look of anger upon her petite face. 

“Clarisee, don’t start that!   Of course, I will!   But you always start off on the same foot:  I’m jut a dumb guy who just doesn’t do anything for you.   I don’t understand how you can say that?  Clarisee, honey, you’ve got a lot   –   really!   This house!  You’re not starving, you know!”

She rolled her eyes in disgust:  “You’ll get up!    Get dressed…”

“All right, cut it out!   I don’t need that !   Not now, honey!   Please…”

Clarisee mumbled the curse to herself and turned so Mark couldn’t hear the full expression.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of the telephone from the hall jerked the two to a sudden alert.   It seemed to echo endlessly in the solitude of the large house.  What’s that?  Did the old parlor clock stop its relentless chant from the freight o the sound?

Exactly why, it would be hard to say, but Mark immediately raced to the phone before his wife reached it.   When his hand was secure on the receiver, Clarisee froze in her tracks with a look of almost horror.

Oh no, Clarisee thought, oh no !

“Hello, Bellinger residence…who?…Sherell Getigard?…oh, yes, Bob’s girlfriend…I haven’t heard too much about you lately…what?…yes, go on, I’ll listen…”

It’s Sherell, Clarisee mumbled, what is she trying to do?

“What?…I can’t understand you…why are you crying?…Sherell?…Sherell?”   Mark’s face took-on a placid expression, as if trying to fathom a deep cryptic message.   His heart gave small  thumps against his chest-growing-into-lead, as if a small animal were jabbing his breast with its feet.

He’s twisting the telephone cord, thought Clarisee, and he has a look of confusion and anxiety.   What was he hearing?   Oh, Mark, turn around and look at me!   Look and see that my heart is hurting too!   Oh, Mark, hang up!  Hang up and come hold me!

“Yes…yes…a baby?…now, wait a minute, whose baby?…Sherell, Sherell, stop crying, I can’t understand you…yes, yes…yes…yes…oh, no…no, it’s not  so!…angry?…Sherell, where’s your father?…yes, get him, please…”

Mark turned to look at his wife standing limply in the middle of the front room. His face had a peculiar exasperation, denoting the thunderous parade of thoughts running through his mind.  Half of his body was cast in shadow causing an electric effect.

“Sherell Getigard,”  the words just stumbled out, “she’s having a baby.  Bob’s baby !”  He looked as if he wanted to say more, but his lips stayed parted, his mouth dry, and he never continued more words; instead, his glaring eyes said all the words that were necessary.

Clarisee just tried to shake her head, her eyes stinging from the acidity of tears.   Once again, those brown opals were filled to the brim like water filled and overflowing in a canister after an all-night rain.

Suddenly,  she slumped to the floor, almost as if her legs had suddenly become stricken with paralysis, into a kneeling position, thrusting her hands over her face, and sobbing heavily into her  palms.

Mark’s attention was suddenly snapped back to the conversation on the phone.

“What’s that?…he isn’t….he what?…who?…”

Again, a look of utter dismay came over Mark’s face like a cloud slowly covering a near beclouded moon.   Astounded, he held the receiver away from his mouth as he clumsily  formed words to his wife:

“She…she…she says to ask you !   You  would know where the father is at,’’ Mark’s lips moved hesitantly, and his eyes squinted in deep puzzlement,  “and that you  had seen him earlier.  That you would know!”   She took her hands aware from her face, but did not say anything, only stared at the floor.

“Sherell!”  There was deep panic in his voice.   “Sherell, listen to me!  Go find your father, you hear me?   Find him, and you, your mother  –  all three  –  come here     Immediately!  immediately!   Yes!…yes!”  and then weakly, rotely, insincerely out of the range of the receiver as he hung up, ‘‘goodbye.’’

Mark stood immobile for a moment, then  staggered back into the shadows and sat on the bottom of the stairway.  He just kept shaking his head in steady succession.  Eventually, he lifted his head, “Where’s  Bob?’’

Hesitant at first, Clarisee made the insipid reply,  “In his room.’’

“Bob!’  Mark called out a shrill command.  Doggonit, this head aches, he swore silently!  Pain!   

A moment later a shadow appeared in the dim light  cast -down the upstairs hallway.   Bob gazed down at this father rubbing the pain in the back of his neck denoting his panic.   Mark’s blank expression was hidden in the shadows.  “Bob, come on down here!”

The boy said nothing but slowly descended the stairs.  He passed his father, and when he had appeared in the light of the front room, it as plain that he was uncomfortable.   He had been sleeping fully dressed his clothes were wrinkled and rugged.  His face had a saddened drawn appearance; his hair ruffled and dislodged.

His mother was already seated on the sofa and was making faltering attempts to light a cigarette.

“Sit down, Bob,’’  his father gestured towards the sofa.  Mark limped to the old armchair, as if attacked by insufferable boils – or maybe sore diseased muscles   –   or both  –  had suddenly  seized his body:  a body that seemed to have aged measurably within minutes.   His throat gave a gruff crackle, as if to excuse the prickly salvia and its heavy warmth resting in his mouth.

Lost for words, they sat for a moment.   The whistling wind about the house went racing at a furious pace.   And  every now and then the windows behind the sofa would bang under its force.  The only solitary sign of warmth seemed to be the smoke-column rising from the cigarette Clarisee held precariously between her fingers.

Mark couldn’t discern the meanings on the faces of the two people before him. Either they, too, were filled with mutual hurt and bewilderment – or – or – the same old resentful indifference and hatred existed in each of them:  ‘which?’  asked Mark secretly.

He rubbed his hands together tightly lacing the fingers between each other.  That at least helped to abate that lump in his emotionally racked larynx. The panic within him had been gaining rapid momentum.

The sound of the whining wind outside suddenly resembled the heart rendering, distant, whimpering of a dog in pain.   It drew his attention to the windows for a moment.  A car had slowly passed down the snow-caked street, dredging its way along, with its headlights hitting the front room windows.   It left the street with the constant ‘whirring’ of its tires all the way.

Finally: “Well?’

It only betrayed Mark’s utter frustration to find the proper words.   In the silence of the room, he could feel that deep, heavy thud of his heart, a slight ringing was in his ears, and there was a deep pain behind his eyes along his temples; every time he gulped, the ache grew with the feverish fear of enveloping him.

“Bob!”  Mark finally said, startling the young man sitting in fearful placidity.    “What in the world is going on, son?”  Mark shook his head painfully.   “How about taking pity on this old man, eh?   I can take a lot, but a lawsuit….from a bunch of legal gangsters…a baby…’’   He again was suddenly filled with emotion, rushing his hand to his mouth to ward-off a sob.

Clarisee dropped her blank look of numbed agony to flick the ashes off her cigarette.   The she turned to her son.

“What is Sherell going to do, Bob?  Does she still plan to get an attorney to file the complaint?’’ 

It’s not the right time, nor the right place, thought Bob.   And perhaps dad wouldn’t like to hear what’s really been going on.

“Mom!   Later!   Please!”

“You might as well get it out in the open, Bob.’’

“Mom!’  pleaded the boy.   He fidgeted  with the thongs hanging limply from his feet.  Finally, somewhat exasperated, he relinquished to the request.

“Dad, what I am about to say might sound strange, but try to remember, this has been going on for some time now.”

Now, Clarisee’s complexion took on a shade of pasty white from the drab pink that already resided there.    The scanty vale of freckles that resided on her face became invisible altogether; and she suspected that she too was about to hear something altogether new –  and perhaps frightening.

“When Sherell became pregnant, I didn’t think it very unusual, pop.  After all, these things are happening quite regularly.  I mean,  the child could have been ‘sold’ to one of those full-fledged Liberated People’s regimes – and I might as well tell you – I’ve been trying to gain membership for some time now.   Anyway,   there are ways to handle this.”

Bob’s father just looked at him, wide-eyed, shaking his head.   For a moment, Bob thought it was useless to keep talking, but he endeavored anyway.   It would almost seem foolish to stop now.  

“But when Sherell said that she wanted to marry, and to keep the baby,’’ he continued, “ I didn’t know how to handle that!   I mean, Sherell never let on that she ever even anticipated doing such  thing to me!”

His mother wearily forced her lips apart to peak.   “Why, Bob, didn’t you use contraception?”   Her large brown eyes seemed to be drooping somehow, and it was hard to carry on conversation.

“Why?’’   the boy refrained from commenting further for a moment, “I mean, gee, it is quite a thing to have a child.  They are born, placed in a ‘circle group,’  and given care and guardians.  I imagine, I’d see the kid quite regularly,’’

Are you serious? That’s all Mark could have thought to say.  He wanted to scream something out to the boy but couldn’t.

Clarisee eyed the dirty, crinkled pole of Liberated People’s magazines on the shelf of the bookcase.  She recalled reading several articles on the topic of children practices; but it was always in another part of town or a half-mile away; maybe only several blocks away that these happen…but…

Her ears had gone deaf for a moment. The words that were now rapidly tumbling out of the boy’s mouth  were only silent vibrations to her.   In a moment, the conversation will evolve to her.   What will she have to say?   And why did she alert the Getigard’s?   Why did she not keep it a secret?    Soon, there would be the sound of someone at the front door, and she realized that she didn’t have one idea of what to say.   To say?   It would be hell, she thought, for she would have to make a frightening decision!

Her vision slowly traveled over the old room.  It passed over the partially lit parlor and the hypnotic sweeps of the Grandfather Clock pendulum; the pale, slightly yellowed, olden wallpaper displaying various colonial villages and wooded areas.   A crack had developed in the wall, towards the ceiling, and a spider web could barely be seen at its apex.  The dull light of the old floor lamp behind the antique armchair soon drew her attention, and then the rim of her husband blended into the scene, and she casually examined that familiar visage.

Oh, he’s trying to be serene, she thought!   The poor guy, what in the world is going to happen?   What can I do for him, anyway?  Do I want to do anything?   Ah, who cares?  How hopeless, how utterly hopeless!

Mark’s sleek, shinning hair was accentuated by the glare of the floor lamp, and his face was split in a slicing contrast of light and shadow.   Every now and then, his mouth would move to form words, and his lips would barely pull apart,  as if a thin layer of glue impeded their movement.   Multiple ridges ran across the dry surface, and the rugged appearance was only deflected by the small lines of wrinkles on his forehead.  They were evenly and succinctly planted there by the heavy weight of words his son was now speaking.

“I thought you went out in the evenings to visit Sherell or a friend or two!   Maybe you played basketball, or compared notes, you know, like I did when I was a kid!”   Mark poked himself in the chest at this point.  “Now you start all kinds of crazy talk about Eastern rituals, with long complicated phrases about Oriental Initiation.  About…about…oh, gads, son…child sacrifice!   Are you joking?’’

“Pop.  I thought you knew it’s going on.  I mean, what’s so strange?  Mom knows…ah…ah…everybody…’’

“Everybody!  Mom!  Son, I haven’t read a book, seen a television broadcast, or read a legitimate newspaper since that cockeyed regime’ took  over everything years ago.  The last time I read a newspaper it was called the Tribune and its editor was Paul Darrell.   Now, all I see lying about the streets are those bits of printed trash!”  Mark indicated the magazines on the bookshelf, there lay pages of erratic faces and cartoons of blatant pornography and esoteric philosophies.  “I suppose I’m still living in a world long passed, son.   Why, I remember taking a stroll through a local park on a sunny day, and watching parents with children, who fed ducks.   Now, it seems, all one thinks of when ‘the park’ is mentioned is horror and disgust.”  Mark’s voice seemed to trail-off at the vision that paraded before him, heavily sensitive to those last few words.

“I don’t agree with everything that’s going on either, Pop.   That’s why I  – I  —  I want help.”

“Do you?”  Mark’s voice was sarcastically quizzical.

“Do I?”  the boy didn’t understand.  He glanced suspiciously at his mother.  “Tell the man, Mom, tell him that I can go to jail if this isn’t straightened out.” 

Oh, how stupid, thought Clarisee, did anyone really care?   Nothing was making sense, and everything seemed to suddenly swirl in the cesspool of  humanoid confusion.   

With one agonizing leave of her body, Clarisee lifted herself off the coach and made her way to the fireplace.   She noticed that someone that someone had attempted to start the logs aflame at one time but had done an extremely poor job.  Slowly, she stepped over to and opened the gas jets and then pressed the red button that ignited the fumes, shooting a burst of flame over the wood.   Soon it would burn and send a graceful aroma  and  flummery of forest-perfume-fragrance into the chilly room. 

Deep within the flames she could  see the sun-caressed fields of wheat and clover that surrounded the old country cottage of her childhood.   And beyond that was the small suntanned little girl that she recognized as herself.  Yes, she was running swiftly after a beautiful Collie dog.   And Clarisee’s heart  leaped to run with that little girl!

The vision was suddenly cut short with the agonizing scowls of wind and snow outside the house.

“Bob, Bob, I keep seeing a little boy before me,”  Mark’s stomach was catching up with the rest of itself in his mouth, “a little boy that had the sweetest smile.  I used to hold and cuddle you, son.”   His throat became thick, and he quickly cleared it.  “I’d carry you around at the Zoo on those hot, sultry days, and we’d walk for blocks on end; go shopping on cold days….son, we need  to get together again – in one piece!”

“Sure, Pop, but…”

“There’s a chasm.  A big, dirty chasm that has descended between you and I, Bob, almost overnight.’’   Mark lowered his aching head to look at the floor for a moment, and then spoke more softly,  “I – I – guess I’ve made mistakes.  I did some lousy thinking at times, son.   I suppose I’ve gotten desperate at times…’’

“Dad, Dad…I need your help!  I…”

That’s strange, thought Clarisee, the boy is crying!  I don’t recall ever hearing him, seeing him, act in such a way in front of his father lately:  it almost sounds sincere, she told herself, without turning to look; for she too would see tht small four-year-old child stiffly sitting on the sofa looking wide-eyed at his Dad.  But what was it that made it seem so incongruous?  Perhaps it was the fact that Mark was, in her estimation, so unworthy of such loving glances.   Darn it, why do I resent you do, Mark?

Clarisee bit her lip as he eyes filled with fluid; she hugged herself tightly.   “Hold me, someone, hold me,’’  she barely said audibly, but it was the haunting visions that prevented comfort from forming before her minds’ eye.

“Oh, Bobby, son, I might be your idea of a perfect father  –  but I do care!  I do care!”

“Pop!’’

“Let’s get this out in the open.  Let’s get together, boy, and fight this thing!” 

“Oh, Dad, where in the world do we start?    I’m not even sure if the baby is alive…but if it is, can we bring it home with us?”

Mark was constantly whipping the sweat off his palms onto his trousers, he was at a loss for words.  He feverishly glanced about the room, thinking, searching for something.   And int the back of his mind was the almost imperceptible sound of a siren.   The flashing light of an ambulance.   A cry of a small baby.   An agonizing whimper of an infant.

Springing to his feet, Mark began to pace the floor, his hands firmly entrenched in his pockets, toying with coins.   A look of hysteria enveloped his wide-open-eyes, and he nervously ran a chaffed hand through his hair and then guided his hand back into its pocket-lair.

“Baby Ann,”  he spoke softly at first, then he stopped and glared at his wife, “Baby Ann!   Baby Ann!” 

“What’s that?”  came the voice from the wet face of Clarisee.   She swung about to face him.    He glanced at her quickly, and with no surprise, continued his pacing.

“Baby Ann,” he spoke just as softly at first, then he stopped and frowned at his wife, “Baby Ann!   Baby Ann!”

“Oh, don’t shout!”  Clarisee screamed back.

“Life, Clarisee!   Love!   That’s what that baby was!  We’ve lost something, honey.   It passed away quickly as that darling little baby.”  Oh, Clarisee, he thought, can’t you understand?  Oh, for goodness sake, woman, can’t you see?

“Don’t talk about Baby Ann!    How dare you!”

“Ah, honey, please try to understand.  Clarisee, we need to get together again.  To be made whole.”    He swung around to face his son, who was now standing, his face red with anguish, and two glistening tears on his cheeks.

“Bob, it can’t be straightened all at once, not tonight.   But we’ll work on it, son.   Believe me…”   He unconsciously held his hand out.

The boy was caught off-guard for a moment.   A bleak silence filled the room.   Bob Bellinger glanced at the shaking hand, fingers stretched out to him.  Seconds were swiftly passing, and the only sound was that of grunts barely  emitting from the lips of the two.

Suddenly, dramatically, the boy plunged to the hand of his father!   He grabbed it:   It was warm, strong, and firm.   The callouses he had achieved while he had worked at the government shipyards were still there at the base of his fingers.   Mark grabbed his son about his back, and he embraced his cheek to his own, squeezing himself tight against the older man’s bosom.  Then Mark cried!  He cried like the four-year-old boy he once had been!

This is almost ecstatic joy,  thought Mark, and he began to smile.   He believed he could even laugh  without much effort, if given more time.   A laugh of love reclaimed.   Oh, one giant step.   The thin air at this height was exhilarating!

Then   –   the telephone rang!    Mark, still smiling, released his son, to listen.    The boy held onto the thick part of Mark’s arm.

The phone continued to ring incessantly.

“Oh, no!”  cried Clarisee.

“What’s wrong?” innocently asked Mark.

“Oh, Mark, don’t answer it!”   Clarisee raced to her husband.   “Please, please, don’t answer it!”

The man looked down into his wife’s large brown eyes as they dramatically searched his face.   A whole story had suddenly been written there.   He was no longer smiling.   His lips were straight and taunt; his face slowly lost all color.

The ringing of the phone not only was incessant but maddening!

“Why, Clarisee?   Why shouldn’t I answer the phone?”

She brought her breast close to his body, and it seemed to Clarisee as if she would emerge into those two eyes of darkness.

“Because…because…I need help too, Mark.   Mark, I … I…need you, too.   Please!’

Her desperation was apparent, but of no avail.   Mark slowly backed away from the two people looking somewhat aghast at him.   A look of barely subdued horror was upon his wife’s pale features.

Mark’s hand groped behind him in the darkness until he felt the familiar coolness of the ceramic receiver.   The shrill  alarm of the telephone that had echoed insanely through the museum of a house stopped abruptly and the sudden silence came like the dead-end of a car crash.

The long cord lazily unraveled from the stairway booth and fell indifferently to the floor:  Mark brought it apprehensively to his ear; tiny, almost imperceptible, beads of sweat had formed along his upper lip and forehead. 

“Hel…hel…hello…Mr. Getigard?…yes…ah, yes…what?…your drunk!….I say, you’ve been drinking, man!…yes…yes!…is that right?…what?…how dare you, you, you!…shut up!…no!…no!…no!…”

Clarisee let the two hands that shielded her mouth beneath her wide-eyed expression slump to her sides.    She turned her head aside as if in shame.  The in an unexpected moment of compassion, Bob Bellinger stepped next to his mother, cradled her in his arms, and provided a nest in which she could rest her guilty sobs.

It was an agonizing reach, for Mark, to place the receiver back into its cradle.    The sardonic chatter of Dave Getigard could be heard rippling tin-like from the phone still.   Then it abruptly vanished.

Mark rubbed his stomach.  A continued nausea had progressed and he had gained a serious headache.  He knew he wasn’t thinking too clearly, but he also knew he needed to be left along…quickly.  His  body suddenly became gripped with an aching pain comparable to an attack of stomach influenza.

Mark touched Bob on the shoulder.   “Please take your mother upstairs, Bob.    It’s getting late.  I’ve got a busy day ahead tomorrow.   It looks like I’ll be pounding the street again, son.   You old man lost his job today.’’   There, thought Mark, I made a complete unbroken sentence, statement, in fact, but I don’t know for how long I can keep such a steady voice.

“Oh no, Pop.”

Mark just nonchalantly waved his hand  as a polite token of silence.

“Anyway, I’m feeling very tired.  But Bob, we’ll talk tomorrow.  Son, we’ll work something out.    I don’t know exactly what, but something!”  He squeezed his son affectionately on the shoulder.

The boy brought his mother up from the floor.   The perpetually hidden ‘bat’ tattoo on the bottom of her foot relinquished its secret in the light of the fireplace.   Bob slowly led her into the parlor shadows when her pleading voice resounded:  “Mark, oh Mark!”

Mark looked sheepishly at her.   He was feeling very  sick.   “All right – all right –  dear  – please –  please –  go upstairs.    Get some rest.   Enough.   Enough.   Enough for today.”   Mark waved his hand sadly through the air.

Now Mark stood there in the mellow glow of the floor lamp, examining the box; he looked as if in a state of agitation and anguish.   The flames of the fireplace lapped about the logs dutifully issuing the fragrance of the wood.  Suddenly the room seemed filled with the invisible presence of Mark’s grandfather.  He could sense that presence in the forest fragrance of the burning wood; the nostalgic crackling  of its combustion accentuated by the cruel whistling of the wind, snow, and sleet outside, making the sweet features of the grandfather fill every corner of the musty old room.   And suddenly, he realized how much he had needed his grandfather.    His guidance.    His encouragement.    His – his – love.

He gripped the old box earnestly.   He could almost feel his fingers slip across the heavy wood to the sides as if to grasp the contents beneath.   First, a vision of a pulsating heart, alive, moist, and dripping, only kept active by a unique stimulation that Grandpa Bellinger mystically affixed to it.   Yes, yes, Mark could hear the throbbing of it beneath the lid – then  –  then he felt its wet, smooth surface under his quivering grasp.    No!   Now it was documents, insurance policies, funds….

Mark gritted his teeth and squinched his eyes to halt off a cry of pain and anguish!    He had cried too much.   Too much.

Oh, granddad, what did you leave us in this box?    What is it that you felt so important?    Money?    A special invention of yours as a token of affection/  Just what?

Mark’s chest began to heave deeply again.

I dare not cry!   I dare not cry!

Mark raced for the saw nestled deep into the cushion crack of grandpa’s armchair.  He grabbed it and swung back to the box, placing the blade into the grove of cut loop; he began to saw in even motions; now and then, Mark would stop and wipe the tears from blocking his vision.   He continued to work the saw.

Tick-tock-tick-tock.

The Grandfather Clock urged him on like the drumbeats upon an ancient slave galley.  “Loud, confound you, why are you so loud?” queried Mark.   And why did his oar on that ship seem twice as heavy,  twice as grueling?   Ah, still  the clock was masterfully authoritive.

Tick-tock-tick-tock.

It was almost something of a comfort, that synchronizing sound, thought Mark, as his breathing grew heavier denoting the near completion of his job.   He again wiped the tears away.

“What’s in the box?    What’s in grandpa’s box?”

His thumb was slightly scratched and drops    of blood spread over the curve of his skin; but Mark tried to ignore it, swearing:

“The box!   The box!  Oh, Godopen the box!”

Tick —

Little more!  Little more!    “Bob, son, I love you.   Oh, son, I am sorry, my boy, my baby.    Oh dear!   My baby!   Oh gosh, oh my gosh!   Get this darn thing open!   Help me!  Clarisee!  Clarisee!   Oh!”

Tock —

Then, suddenly, the lock, almost unexpectantly, dangled for a moment in the eroded loop, and like a miniature drunkard, staggered off and fell to the pedestal, then to the carpet.  The clock magically, triumphantly announced the beginning of the hour with vibrant, melodious chimes.

With fury, now, Mark flipped back the old lid on its scratchy hinges.  He tearfully gazed upon a black ‘something’  –  no, by the feel, it seemed like cardboard;  like coarse hide  – no – no – leather; the jacket of a – a – a book!  Grandpa’s novel?

Mark tried to detect the greatly faded ‘gold’ lettering on the cover:  O-L-I-E….ah, no, no, he couldn’t read it (“…darn, why do I cry so?”).  “ The book must be ancient?’’

Swiftly he turned the cover back.   “I can’t see,”  he hysterically whispered between jagged sob of anguish.   “I – I – can’t make it out!  Granddad, I can’t see what it is!”

He tried to dilate his eyes trying to make better visibility.   Then he ran his fingers over the smooth super-colander finish of the first page.

He would try to read.  First column.  First paragraph.   It says…

In a beginning created by the Alueim were the heavens and the earth.  Yet the earth became a chaos and vacant, and the darkness as on the surface of the submerged chaos.   Yet the spirit of the Alueim….”

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Bill Cooper and Prophecy!

FINAL CONQUEST OF BILL COOPER

By:

Steve Erdmann

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“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.

Paperback Behold a Pale Horse Book
BEHOLD A PALE HORSE – Milton William Cooper
http://www.alienresistance.org/majestic-12-milton-william-cooper/

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)

http://www.hourofthetime.com/majestyt.htm

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.

MYSTERY BABYLON

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). 

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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 even believe 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.

Cooper’s prophecy had come true.

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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 ‘symbiology’ of the ‘mystery schools,’’’ says Jacobson. “This was the story of 2001, if you knew how to read the symbiology, Cooper said.  It was a retelling of the Garden of Eden story from the point of view of the Mystery Schools.” (pp. 144-145)

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“Kubrick’s ingenious way of using double entendre, codes and symbols to speak out.”
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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)

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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)

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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.”

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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.

COOPER MILITIA

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 “stepside” 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 watchdog, 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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Behind the UFOs

OPENING THE UFO BORDERS

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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.”

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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.

(UFOs: REFRAMING THE DEBATE, edited by Robbie Graham, White Crow Books, 3 Hova Villas Hove, BN 33DH, United Kingdom; http://www.whitecrowbooks; info@whitecrowbooksa.com; 2017, 262 pages, $17.99.)

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“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.

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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) 

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MJ Banias is an educator, writer and blogger. He was a former field investigator with the Mutual UFO Network, has been featured on multiple podcasts and radio shows, and contributes to Mysterious Universe and RoguePlanet.  His work has been included in Fortean TimesFATE Magazine, and in a book entitled UFOs: Reframing the Debate.  He is the author of The UFO People: A Curious Culture. He lives in Canada with his wife, two children, and a massive  cat.  To learn more, visit:www.TerraObscura.net.

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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. 

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“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). 

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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) 

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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) 

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.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.” 

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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. 

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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.” 

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“…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.

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“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.

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THE UFO CRUX IS PERSONAL

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) 

Other literature:

“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.

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Stories and legends continued as 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.

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Somebody Here That I Cannot See

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.

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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.

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“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.”

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.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..

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.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.

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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.’

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View of the Watson Manor in Springtime.

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…”
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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…”

“Yes?”

“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.) 

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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…

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“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 lot you 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 problemhowever, 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, truly watching...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…

“Remington M24 long-range, multiple-shot, extended…heavy-hammer-forged stainless-steel-Rem-tough-powder-coated-barrel…5-R-rifling…reduced-bullet-deformation-and-metallic–fouling–pressure-curves…high-bullet-velocity…long-barrel accuracy life…aluminum bedding block…highly sophisticated Boxenwolf tactile sighting options…bolt-action…H-S precision Aramid firing…specially created, hybrid frangible ammunition…crisp, creep-free trigger pull…”

Now dispossessed from her unseen lover, her attention is reclaimed fully to an evil task…

“…and I ‘know’ how to use it, yesyes 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.”

Disconnect; telephone hum.

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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.”

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“Ah yes, how about my favorite, good ole’ Ronnie Milsap, so appropriate.”
The centenarian in the story.
.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ho3zVZe8Ksc. There’s A Stranger in My House song by Ronnie Milsap. Copyright, 1983 by Universal-MGB Songs, Universal Music Publishing. 

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Michael Barry Reid (born May 24, 1947[1]) is an American country music artist, composer, and former American football player,  born and raised in Altoona, Pennsylvania, Reid attended college at and graduated from the Pennsylvania State University, where he played defensive lineman  the Penn State Nittany Lions football team. He then spent five seasons with the Cincinnati Bengals in the National Football League, earning trips to the Pro Bowl after the 1972 and 1973 seasons, before retiring after the 1974 season. He subsequently focused on his musical career, co-writing several hit singles for country music artists, including Ronnie Milsap‘s “Stranger in My House“, which won a Grammy Award for Best Country Song in 1984. Reid later began a solo recording career, releasing two studio albums for Columbia Records. He charted seven singles on the Billboard Hot Country Singles & Tracks (now Hot Country Songs) chart as a singer, including the Number One hit “Walk on Faith“.

“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.’”

https://www.roanoke.com/arts_and_entertainment/for-ronnie-milsap-roanoke-show-to-be-a-homecoming-of/article_42e34f12-22b8-557d-bf95-e6cfa76053f3.html

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About Informed mRNA Vaccine Consent: Frank Shallenberger, MD, HMD

About Informed mRNA Vaccine Consent: Frank Shallenberger, MD, HMD

Published on December 12, 2020

Written by Frank Shallenberger, MD, HMD

Edited by Robert D. Morningstar

Dear Patients and Friends:

I must have been asked 20 times about the new COVID vaccines. Here are my thoughts. Please pass this information onto many as you can. People need to have fully informed consent when it comes to injecting foreign genetic material into their bodies.

  • The COVID vaccines are mRNA vaccines. mRNA vaccines are a completely new type of vaccine. No mRNA vaccine has ever been licensed for human use before. In essence, we have absolutely no idea what to expect from this vaccine. We have no idea if it will be effective or safe.
  • Traditional vaccine simply introduce pieces of a virus to stimulate an immune reaction. The new mRNA vaccine is completely different. It actually injects (transfects) molecules of synthetic genetic material from non-humans sources into our cells. Once in the cells, the genetic material interacts with our transfer RNA (tRNA) to make a foreign protein that supposedly teaches the body to destroy the virus being coded for. Note that these newly created proteins are not regulated by our own DNA, and are thus completely foreign to our cells. What they are fully capable of doing is unknown.
  • The mRNA molecule is vulnerable to destruction. So, in order to protect the fragile mRNA strands while they are being inserted into our DNA they are coated with PEGylated lipid nanoparticles. This coating hides the mRNA from our immune system which ordinarily would kill any foreign material injected into the body. PEGylated lipid nanoparticles have been used in several different drugs for years. Because of their effect on immune system balance, several studies have shown them to induce allergies and autoimmune diseases. Additionally, PEGylated lipid nanoparticles have been shown to trigger their own immune reactions, and to cause damage to the liver.
  • These new vaccines are additionally contaminated with aluminum, mercury, and possibly formaldehyde. The manufacturers have not yet disclosed what other toxins they contain.
  • Since viruses mutate frequently, the chance of any vaccine working for more than a year is unlikely. That is why the flu vaccine changes every year. Last year’s vaccine is no more valuable than last year’s newspaper.
  • Absolutely no long term safety studies will have been done to ensure that any of these vaccines don’t cause the cancer, seizures, heart disease, allergies, and autoimmune diseases seen with other vaccines. If you ever wanted to be guinea pig for Big Pharma, now is your golden opportunity.
  • Many experts question whether the mRNA technology is ready for prime time. In November 2020, Dr. Peter Jay Hotez said of the new mRNA vaccines said:
  • “I worry about innovation at the expense of practicality because they [the mRNA vaccines] are weighted toward technology platforms that have never made it to licensure before.”
  • Dr. Hotez is Professor of Pediatrics and Molecular Virology & Microbiology at Baylor College of Medicine, where he is also Director of the Texas Children’s Hospital Center for Vaccine Development.
  • Michal Linial, PhD is a Professor of Biochemistry. Because of her research and forecasts on COVID-19, Dr. Linial has been widely quoted in the media. She recently stated, “I won’t be taking it [the mRNA vaccine] immediately – probably not for at least the coming year. We have to wait and see whether it really works. We will have a safety profile for only a certain number of months, so if there is a long-term effect after two years, we cannot know.”
  • In November 2020, The Washington Post reported on hesitancy among healthcare professionals in the United States to the mRNA vaccines, citing surveys which reported that: “some did not want to be in the first round, so they could wait and see if there are potential side effects”, and that “doctors and nurses want more data before championing vaccines to end the pandemic”.
  • Since the death rate from COVID resumed to the normal flu death rate way back in early September, the pandemic has been over since then. Therefore, at this point in time no vaccine is needed. The current scare tactics regarding “escalating cases” is based on a PCR test that because it exceeds 34 amplifications has a 100% false positive rate unless it is performed between the 3rd and 5th day after the first day of symptoms. It is therefor 100% inaccurate in people with no symptoms. This is well established in the scientific literature. See the attachment (False Positive PCR testing is up to 100%!) for more information on this. If you go to the CDC site (file:///C:/Users/docto/AppData/Local/Temp/cdc_97230_DS1.pdf ), you can see that the weekly death rates in the US are now lower than they normally are during an average flu season.
  • The other reason you don’t need a vaccine for COVID-19 is that substantial herd immunity has already taken place in the United States. This is the primary reason for the end of the pandemic.
  • Unfortunately, you cannot completely trust what you hear from the media. They have consistently got it wrong for the past year. Since they are all supported by Big Pharma and the other entities selling the COVID vaccines, they are not going to be fully forthcoming when it comes to mRNA vaccines. Every statement I have made here is fully backed by published scientific references.
  • I would be very interested to see verification that Bill and Melinda Gates with their entire family including grandchildren, Joe Biden and President Trump and their entire families, and Anthony Fauci and his entire family all get the vaccine.
  • Anyone who after reading all this still wants to get injected with the mRNA vaccine, should at the very least have their blood checked for COVID-19 antibodies. There is no need for a vaccine in persons already naturally immunized.

Here’s My Bottom Line:

I Would Much Rather Get A COVID Infection Than Get A COVID Vaccine. That Would Be Safer And More Effective. I Have Had A Number Of COVID Positive Flu Cases This Year. Some Were Old And Had Health Concerns. 

Every Single One Has Done Really Well With Natural Therapies Including Ozone Therapy And IV Vitamin C. 

Just Because Modern Medicine Has No Effective Treatment For Viral Infections, Doesn’t Mean That There Isn’t One.

DR. SIMONE GOLD – THE TRUTH ABOUT THE CV19 VACCINE (2021)

References

Garade, Damien (10 November 2020). “The story of mRNA: How a once-dismissed idea became a leading technology in the Covid vaccine race”. Stat. Retrieved 16 November 2020.

Cooney, Elizabeth (1 December 2020). “How nanotechnology helps mRNA Covid-19 vaccines work”. Stat. Retrieved 3 December 2020.

Verbeke, Rein; Lentacker, Ine; De Smedt, Stefaan C.; Dewitte, Heleen (October 2019). “Three decades of messenger RNA vaccine development”. Nano Today. 28: 100766. doi:10.1016/j.nantod.2019.100766.

Roberts, Joanna (1 June 2020). “Five things you need to know about: mRNA vaccines”. Horizon. Retrieved 16 November 2020.

PHG Foundation (2019). “RNA vaccines: an introduction”. University of Cambridge. Retrieved 18 November 2020.

Pardi, Norbert; Hogan, Michael J.; Porter, Frederick W.; Weissman, Drew (April 2018). “mRNA vaccines — a new era in vaccinology”. Nature Reviews Drug Discovery. 17 (4): 261–279. doi:10.1038/nrd.2017.243. PMC 5906799. PMID 29326426.

Kramps, Thomas; Elders, Knut (2017). “Introduction to RNA Vaccines”. RNA Vaccines: Methods and Protocols. doi:10.1007/978-1-4939-6481-9_1. ISBN 978-1-4939-6479-6. Retrieved 18 November 2020.

Dogan, Ellie (25 November 2020). “COVID-19 vaccines poised for launch, but impact on pandemic unclear”. Nature. doi:10.1038/d41587-020-00022-y. Retrieved 30 November 2020.

“Seven vital questions about the RNA Covid-19 vaccines emerging from clinical trials”. Wellcome Trust. 19 November 2020. Retrieved 26 November 2020.

Jaffe-Hoffman, Maayan (17 November 2020). “Could mRNA COVID-19 vaccines be dangerous in the long-term?”. The Jerusalem Post. Retrieved 17 November 2020.

Eugene Gu (21 May 2020). “This is the hard-to-swallow truth about a future coronavirus vaccine (and yes, I’m a doctor)”. The Independent. Retrieved 23 November 2020.

Rowland, Christopher (21 November 2020). “Doctors and nurses want more data before championing vaccines to end the pandemic”. Washington Post. Retrieved 22 November 2020.

Thomas, Katie (22 October 2020). “Experts Tell F.D.A. It Should Gather More Safety Data on Covid-19 Vaccines”. New York Times. Retrieved 21 November 2020.

Kuchler, Hannah (30 September 2020). “Pfizer boss warns on risk of fast-tracking vaccines”. Financial Times. Retrieved 21 November 2020.

Guarascio, Francesco (2 December 2020). “EU criticizes ‘hasty’ UK approval of COVID-19 vaccine”. Reuters. Retrieved 2 December 2020.

Berglund, Peter; Smerdou, Cristian; Fleeton, Marina N.; Tubulekas, Loannis; Liljeström, Peter (June 1998). “Enhancing immune responses using suicidal DNA vaccines”. Nature Biotechnology. 16 (6): 562–565. doi:10.1038/nbt0698-562. ISSN 1546-1696.

Garde, Damien (10 January 2017). “Lavishly funded Moderna hits safety problems in bold bid to revolutionize medicine”. Stat. Archived from the original on 16 November 2020. Retrieved 19 May 2020.

Jaffe-Hoffman, Maayan (1 December 2020). “Hadassah research head raises questions about mRNA vaccine safety”. The Jerusalem Post. Retrieved 1 December 2020.

Doshi, Peter (26 November 2020). “Pfizer and Moderna’s “95% effective” vaccines—let’s be cautious and first see the full data”. British Medical Journal. Retrieved 3 December 2020.

Reichmuth, Andreas M; Oberli, Matthias A; Jaklenec, Ana; Langer, Robert; Blankschtein, Daniel (May 2016). “mRNA vaccine delivery using lipid nanoparticles”. Therapeutic Delivery. 7 (5): 319–334. doi:10.4155/tde-2016-0006. ISSN 2041-5990. PMC 5439223. PMID 27075952.

Wadman, Meridith (27 November 2020). “Public needs to prep for vaccine side effects”. Science. 370 (6520):

About the author: Frank Shallenberger, MD, HMD runs the Nevada Center of Alternative and Anti-Aging Medicine.  Hehas been practicing medicine since 1973 and has been a pioneer in alternative/integrative medicine since 1978. He is one of only 16 physicians in Nevada that are licensed both in conventional medicine as well as alternative and homeopathic medicine. Read more at www.antiagingmedicine.com

Science and Religion Debates!

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The Gods Behind the Legends.
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Fortean investigators Robert Morningstar, Omar (Faizi) Shemyaza, and Stephen Erdmann explore the behind the scenes of history and the Hidden World!

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Given that we exist, then the universe should be just barely habitable according to naturalism, since the number of barely habitable universes should far outnumber the number of highly habitable universes in any one of the many multiverse scenarios offered up by cosmologists..
https://www.equip.org/article/would-extraterrestrial-intelligent-life-spell-doom-for-christianity/
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“The more interesting question concerns the existence of extraterrestrial intelligence (ETI). If we discover ETI comparable in intelligence to a dog or a monkey, then I don’t think the implications would be significant. However, the common view among opinion makers today seems to be that Christians should worry about the discovery of an advanced ETI.  Space.com blogger Clara Moskowitz wrote recently on MSNBC.com, ‘Christians, in particular, might take the news hardest, because the Christian belief system does not easily allow for other intelligent beings in the universe, Christian thinkers said at the 100 Year Starship Symposium, a meeting sponsored by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency [DARPA] to discuss issues surrounding traveling to other stars.’”

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“This should shake our basic view of Christianity,” he said as he sat in his office of the Shalom Hartman Institute in Jerusalem where he is a senior fellow in addition to being the Yehezkel Kaufman Professor of Biblical Studies at Hebrew University. “Resurrection after three days becomes a motif developed before Jesus, which runs contrary to nearly all scholarship. What happens in the New Testament was adopted by Jesus and his followers based on an earlier messiah story.”

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Unidentified flying object landing in a cracked landscape. Unknown object flying over pyramids and sphinx. 3d illustration
“In 1912 in South Africa a giant human-like footprint was found in solid granite. The footprint is of a left foot and is approximately four feet long and eighteen centimeters deep. It is distinct enough to clearly show where mud had squished up between the toes. The footprint is estimated to be about a million years old.” 
Quote from the below article:
http://www.aliens-everything-you-want-to-know.com/AliensinArchaeology.html

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http://www.genesispark.com/exhibits/evidence/paleontological/footprints/
From the above link:
“Here is another one nobody wants to touch. In a riverbed in Paluxy, Texas, archaeologists have found both dinosaur tracks and human footprints together. Both made at the same time. And, not just one track, but dozens. All the tracks are the same age, about 140 million years old, and they were made together. From the spacing of the footprints, it is clear the ancient person was clearly tracking the dinosaur. Several scientists have said it is not possible; however, those that say this have never gone to visit the prints themselves.”
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http://archives.weirdload.com/vat-ufo1.html
Quote from the above link:
“But if they’re not demons or angels, and since Catholicism leaves little theoretical room for ‘neutral’ spirits, perhaps what Balducci is getting at is that these entities are physical beings, with bodies of some kind. His other statements about other ‘children of God’ in the cosmos definitely imply that.”

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Pazuzu – Demon God of  Destruction
https://bcc-cuny.digication.com/nestorcampos/my_assignment2
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“PAZUZU…Ancient Mesopotamian Monster…Pazuzu is a demon – monster originating from ancient Mesopotamia (modern day Iraq), mentioned in tales from ancient cities, Sumer, Babylon, etc. Pazuzu has characteristics of human and animals, like a canine – like head, (also depicted as having a head of a lion) two set of wings, talons for feet & and has serpentine sexual organ. He has the power to cause destruction, but it is also the protector of the west winds.

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http://ludicdespair.blogspot.com/2010/05/god-drives-flying-saucer-1969_16.html

“The title says it all really. Part of a cycle of books in the late 1960s and early 70s purporting to interlink and explain the mysteries of the ancient world as a function of extraterrestrial intervention (the most famous of which remains Erich von Daniken’s Chariots of the Gods). Dione’s shtick is to meld Ufology with Biblical doctrine, claiming that God is not a supernatural being but rather the most technologically advanced entity in the universe.”
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“New archaeological discoveries show us that history may not be exactly as we learned in school.
“Rather than thinking about history as a picture, try visualizing it as a puzzle that lacks all of its pieces. For centuries, researchers have been trying to put together a consistent timeline of history, but new findings make it difficult to keep that consistency for long. History, although it belongs to the past, is very much alive, and it changes with new archaeological discoveries.”
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https://www.learning-mind.com/archaeological-discoveries-challenge-mainstream-history/

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“A skull unearthed in Petralona Cave near Thessaloniki in Northern Greece is not a new discovery. It was found in 1959 or 1960, and at first, it was believed that this is an ordinary hominin skull, aged somewhere between 100.000 and 120.000 years. If this information was true, Petralona would fit right into the existing puzzle of the development of humankind. Since then, information surfaced that the remains might be 350.000-year-old while others claim that the skull is 700.000-years-old! This makes Petralona cave the oldest human settlement we know of. Another layer of mystery was added when a scientist claimed that the skull doesn’t belong to any of the hominin groups that migrated from Africa to the European continent. Where did Petralona men come from? When were they extinct? It remains unclear.   However, this discovery entirely changes the timeline of the evolution of humankind.”
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“Klarfeld summarizes that The Enuma Elish Epic predated the Hebrew Book of Genesis, and is the bases for the Genesis creation account.  It is the original creation story that was transmitted orally from the Anunnaki. The Epic came to rest eventually in the form of seven cuneiform tablets.”
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Zecharia Sitchin, Supporter of Planet Nibiru and of the Anunnaki

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“The world of prophetic science-fiction has long ago taken place. Tesla was only a minute, a fragmentary glimpse. There has arisen a whole ‘science’ of investigators, such as John Hall and associates, Steve M. Greer (who has devoted a lot of time gathering whistle-blowers, and many incidents recounted over the years by reporters such as Glenn Greenwald and organizations such as Wikileaks, first-hand accounts, such as Edward Snowden, and on and on) who tell us (plus your own private research will to tell you as well, once its done) that an ‘increasing’ and ‘hidden’ world of psychotronics has been operating behind the scenes. I have written much on this lately at various sites on the Internet.  You are talking about Manipulators that are in Black Budgets — if they can even be called that — that deal in trillions of dollars and other War Chests.  It is a scary, frighteningly morose picture that many rather not face, as most are living in nice, pretty “boxes” with ribbons and flowery paper and images from kindergarten. Least of which is the speculation that somewhere along the line, probably earlier than we think, some type of alliance(s) had/have come about with extraterrestrial civilizations and our own national governments, which may not be entirely beneficial.  As culprit Errol Childress told detective Rustin Chole in TRUE DETECTIVE (and I am here referring to general attitudes of most citizens who refuse to see these basic manipulations of fellow humans):  “Take off your masks, little priests.” 
Stephen Erdmann, February 26, 2017, Facebook Timeline. Panelist.

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“ Manipulators…That deal in trillions of dollars and other War Chests.  It is a scary, frighteningly morose picture that many rather not face.”
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“Did you read the fine print? Basically, Ancestry.com gets to use or distribute your DNA for any research or commercial purpose it decides and doesn’t have to pay you, or your heirs, a dime. Furthermore, Ancestry.com takes this royalty-free license in perpetuity (for all time) and can distribute the results of your DNA tests anywhere in the world and with any technology that exists, or will ever be invented. With this single contractual provision, customers are granting Ancestry.com the broadest possible rights to own and exploit their genetic information.” 
Travis Smith, Facebook Timeline, February 22, 2018, and also email March 3, 2018.  Manages  Readwipedand blew and  Elsgate on YouTube.

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Quote from the below article, Travis Smith:  “…want to believe in the good of humanity and this technology being developed for beneficial results.  However, should we rush blindly into the future in regards to AI / Quantum computing then we may want to pause and think about this warning: Your children will curse your name for an eternity if we allow them to get sucked up into a trans-humanist future where they become nothing but, immortal slaves connected to an AI hive mind. Think I am a bit over the top in this prediction.  Think again because I am not the only one warning of this.  The writing is on the walls. The breaks must be applied before we enter on this AI Superhighway of apocalyptic and dystopian proportions.  This ‘Machine Kingdom’ has been planned for a long time and some are becoming more and more skeptical of the ‘bread and circus’ of day to day politics…” 
http://www.readwipedandblew.com/2018/03/03/ai-superhighway-means-children/
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Jonathan Compoa: “Everyone: Elon Musk is so smart, possibly the smartest entrepreneur in present-time, he has the best new ideas! Nothing can go wrong, it’s Elon Musk’s philosophy, he thinks humans will be worthless anyway! Let’s all sign up so that our minds can get hacked into his robotic world. Better yet, this should be used by the state to ID every citizen.  Awesome!  So glad to see the first steps and visions of mass Mind Control along with Mark Zuckerberg’s ‘mind-reading’ interface for Facebook.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H15uuDMqDK0
Tesla founder and CEO Elon Musk recently spoke about a very exciting topic, the idea of creating an interface connecting the human brain with computers.
https://www.washingtonpost.com/national/health-science/brain-computer-interfaces-are-coming-consensual-telepathy-anyone/2017/06/09/9345c682-46ef-11e7-98cd-af64b4fe2dfc_story.html?utm_term=.d2cd578c91d5
Jonathan Campoa continues:  “Speaking about Amazon, it has now purchased Ring, a home security company, which will become embedded with the Alexa-based devices.  Jeff Bezos owns Amazon, the Washington Post, and recently purchased Whole Foods Market.  All of this can be idolized, and it is expected from entrepreneurs like Bezos and Elon Musk.  There is nothing wrong with any of this, other than the idea that smart algorithms are already embedded within Amazon’s online commerce, its warehouses, its Alexa devices, which will eventually lead to home network systems. The minute AI is introduced to the multiple companies revolving around  Jeff Bezos, it will be able to manage all the important industries for human consumption (food, news, entertainment, home security, pharmaceuticals, etc). 
https://www.cnbc.com/2018/02/27/amazon-buys-ring-the-smart-door-bell-maker-it-backed-through-alexa-fund.html.
“Silicon Valley parents have already understood the dangers of these attention-seeking technologies and there is a slight shift into raising their children without these devices. Yet, even if the parents create a tech-free environment for the children at home, schools and societies are developing a need to use these technologies.  In an article on Business Insider, it is mentioned that Google Chromebooks were handed out to all students in the school district at the beginning of the year. This Chromebook will now be a device which facilitates the students work and access to online information, but likewise be a device which very likely monitors and records the student’s location and usage.
http://www.businessinsider.com/silicon-valley-parents-raising-their-kids-tech-free-red-flag-2018-2.
“I’ve come to realize that there is still a big group of people that are not aware of Sophia, the female AI robot.  This robot was activated by Hanson Robotics on April of 2015, then became a Saudi Arabian citizen in October of 2017, being the first robot to receive any type of citizenship.  Some concerns are raised when we consider that women still suffer from inequality in Saudi Arabia, yet a female robot is granted citizenship.  There have also been rumors about why Saudi Arabia would grant a female robot citizenship, such as the claim that as a citizen, she would be able to work for an income and pay taxes. As cryptocurrencies are expanding and we seem to be shifting to a more digitized monetary system, Sophia, as an AI system connected to the Cloud, would be able to disrupt the industry and develop much more economic strategies than any human mind can create. Interestingly enough, the robot is named Sophia, referencing the Divine Sophia or feminine personification of wisdom, and the Descent of Sophia corresponds to the Birth of Mary and our own fall into matter, as written by Rev. Steven Marshall in attached link.  In this case, I believe it crucial to not fall into some idolization of this robot. There is a silent film from Germany, named Metropolis, in which a female robot is built to impersonate a woman named María (Mary).
http://gnosis.org/ecclesia/homily_Descent.htm
“We should strongly divert from fear-based predictions and mentalities when it comes to the advancements of AI and technology, because there are a lot of beneficial outcomes through all of this, such as a reconstructed economic system where we won’t have unnecessary jobs, having to work through repetitive and futile tasks.  We are decades, if not at least 100 years, behind in technology and societal conditions, so the many industries and jobs are already obsolete. In this scenario, we can utilize AI technology to progress into the new paradigm.  Even though I see the benefits of AI technology, I strongly believe that AI systems is not to be integrated into the human body or mind. The human body is sufficient enough as a vehicle for ascension, and although updating body features and properties sounds attractive in terms of having an improved vehicle, I don’t think the Creator’s organic design is to have meddled with inorganic devices. “
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Jonathan Campoa, April 28, 2017, on Facebook, and also submission by email, March 4, 2018. University of California, Riverside.  Manages Portal to Ascension.  Panelist.
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“It is important to navigate these times and the mass implementation of AI in a conscious manner. Utilizing conscientiousness and being aware of the impact this can have on a global level will allow us to ensure we steer technology in a way that benefits humanity rather than controls or manipulates. The powers that be want to control…it is up to us to awaken the masses before this happens.”
Neil Gaur, Coordinator and Panelist, March 3, 2018, and Facilitator of awareness and consciousness expansion and also Founder & Executive Director at Portal to Ascension. Panelist.
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“Stuart Russell ends his piece in Nature with a plea: ‘The AI and robotics science communities, represented by their professional societies, are obliged to take a position, just as physicists have done on the use of nuclear weapons, chemists on the use of chemical agents and biologists on the use of disease agents in warfare.  Debates should be organized at scientific meetings; arguments studied by ethics committees; position papers written for society publications, and votes taken by society members.  Doing nothing is a vote in favor of continued development and deployment.’  This applies to all of us, right now. Doing nothing, reading nothing about it, taking an easy, lazy line, makes you culpable. Alarmingly, future generations depend on us.”
Stuart Russell, Professor of Computer Sciences, University of California, Berkley.
https://life.spectator.co.uk/2017/09/we-cannot-afford-to-sit-back-and-watch-robot-wars-are-something-to-fear/

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“We introduced the concept of  ‘symbiotic autonomy’ to enable robots to ask for help from humans or from the Internet. Now, robots and humans in our building aid one another in overcoming the limitations of each other.”
Manuela Veloso  –  Professor of computer science, Carnegie Mellon University.
https://www.nature.com/news/robotics-ethics-of-artificial-intelligence-1.17611
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“Knowledge is power and these talks are how the power can get into our hands, rather than the Puppet-Masters. The Quantum Adiabatic computers are here, and what these sociopath-madmen are doing at Kendra Corp, CERN, and many other places where ‘your’ hard-earned money is paying for these ‘far from transparent programs.’
“If we aren’t aware of what is going on, we have no power to change. We can make change and this is a ‘Truth Movement’ that  is arming us with understanding.  If you never know what the opposition is and what is happening, then they are unopposed.  The latest discoveries and bizarre artifacts that are proving man’s history is much older than the accepted version taught in schools (these images under these megaliths like Chichen Itza, Angkor Wat, Antarctica, Guatemala, and also a massive underground complex ‘under’ the Giza plateau that again ‘dwarfs’ what is above ground).
“LAWS could violate fundamental principles of human dignity by allowing machines to choose whom to kill — for example, they might be tasked to eliminate anyone exhibiting ‘threatening behavior.’  The potential for LAWS technologies to bleed over into peacetime policing functions is evident to human-rights organizations and drone manufacturers.
“I believe ancient tech has been found in mysterious places. Our top scientific findings are beginning to sound more as a religion with emerging vistas, as they open gateways, communicating with unknowns, and,  like Frankenstein, are attempting to create gods:  By their terrible actions, they are trying to become gods (Google search highlighting Dr. Richard Seed and Geordie Rose).
“Our ‘smartest’ people outside these programs are warning us, but you won’t find that huge message in the news!  You only hear about tweets and fake conflicts to distracts us.  Free your mind and empower yourself.  Join us! We want to get the truth seekers information they can understand and to be conscious of what’s is going on. We are Society and we are watching.”
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“Becoming a God or Creating One:
“We live in a time that could be the next Golden Age of Man or age of extinction.  We live in a time where we only ask can we and not should we. After tests like the first nuclear blast, that they thought would destroy all of New Mexico or tear a hole in space…on Earth. Now unlimited funding is thrown at individuals and corporations with no oversight whatsoever. The military-Industrial-Complex has become compartmentalized, and they are using private corporations to further hidden agendas.  Maybe we should stop just for a day and look at what we are doing in thousands of private labs that we pay for worldwide (some that don’t even have a security guard or locked doors), they are so secure and hidden away.  In the grand scheme of things, if the ‘human being‘ so chose to, he could look around and, instead, endeavor to create inventions to benefit and save everyone on the planet.  Imagine if we put as much into making people healthy as we do into being better killers with better tools. It’s definitely easier to kill a million people and control them rather to ‘heal‘ a million.
“Recently D-Wave at Kendra Corporation (Search the Internet for Geordie Rose has asked for our help.  Posting the code or making it “Open Source” is a two-pronged fork being stuck in our backs. On one hand, they act like they are posting this so it’s avail-able free for all mankind. This also gives the illusion of transparency.
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“These culprits have the technology but not the moral fortitude to go with it.  Gordie Rose and people like Dr. Richard Seed of CERN and the Center of European Nuclear Research, saying things like, if I may paraphrase:  ‘We will all become as gods, nothing will stop us from accomplishing that goal, not even having a war.’  We are talking here of monstrous scientific projects done in secret and behind our backs.” 

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“Listening to Gordie Rose and others talk about receiving ‘resources,’ for projects on ‘energy’ at CERN, and data at Kendra Corp, a logical person would ask: who is requesting this information and trying to develop applications? When they invented  Open Source, it really confirmed to me that they have built technology and now are trying to understand it. Now they ask for our help in the guise of being transparent. 
“In the arena of computer technology and the Personal Computer, these industrial giants have gotten all the help they need, and continue to somehow make great leaps and bounds using a very linear growth that is creating a new and terrifying Artificial Intelligence world.  This is the last piece of the puzzle which, consequentially, is costing trillions of dollars, allowing machines (and their masters) to project questions such as ” we need to create another intelligence so that we can communicate with the Masters on their level.”
“They are not exactly Demons, but rather Super-Intelligent-Amoral creations that view us more as  ‘ants,’  a rather eerie connotation that, in a Biblical sense, we are dealing with ‘principalities and powers.’  

WHAT SHOULD WE DO WITH TRILLIONS OF DOLLARS

“What could we do with unlimited funding?  We could fix many problems on our planet, but all of those Puppet-Master-nations rather feed money into these creations of the Military-Industrial-Complex and the Deep State.  We could change the world instead of feeding this technocratic oligarchy, who are, again,  attempting to Wield Power in becoming a god.
“There are so many great things that could come from this, but the number of negative barriers preventing the moral and humane use is countless; we should consider who they are that will be developing these things.  If this “Intelligence” has the morals and the agendas of those who would stand behind “Its” developers, we are in big trouble.  It’s time to put the breaks on these Black Projects and also a spotlight.  If this secret cabal, which now appears to be decades or centuries ahead of our professed public-knowledge, and is now asking for our help coding this, it’s time to take a moment to stop and look at what it is before we give them more help to build a huge unknown reality.  
Right now, we listen to a voice in the dark, a suspicious resource, never asking ‘why’ or ‘who.’
“I believe like most of our technologies today, like the “Space Race,” the fake Cold War, and the military use of everything new, are sought after with the first thoughts for deriving its scientific application and value to developers. Countless technologies have been developed by an inventor or engineering team who first approached the government and expounded the technologies’ military usefulness.  It’s very hard to get grants to find our real history hidden below our feet; but if you tell this warring system,  our government cabal, that you’ve found an unknown and highly specialized  weapon (or similar technologies) buried deep under a cemetery, you’ll end up with unlimited funding, exemptions from disabling laws of our oligarchic-machines, and even literally given  an Army of corporate lackeys to get to it:  Kendra Corp, Darpa, Boston Dynamics, Microsoft, and many others—these have pitched AI as the key to warfare and ‘Full Spectrum Dominance’ as their motto.

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Eric Horvitz noted that “over a quarter of all attention and resources” at Microsoft Research are focused on artificial intelligence.
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“Putin said that the ones who create the better AI is going to be the superpower of the future.   Now the nuclear arms race has become a race for AI. 
“These governments will fund all companies and their competition freely for new toys of death and destruction. The Manhattan project had opposing ideas: collision vs implosion devices, so both sides were funded and encouraged to compete.  In the end Robert Oppenheimer (a Nazi, a mass murderer; we had allowed him to become an  American and even had given him money instead of hanging) because of his knowledge of building better weapons. In the end, success was measured in a towering, mushroom cloud, of death, and waves of destruction.
“When the goal was reached, Oppenheimer said the famous words, “I have become Death the Destroyer of Worlds,” and that was considered his imprimatur of Success.”
Jeffrey Boyd Jr., February 12, 2018 at  2:25pm, Facebook Timeline, and  then email on 03/04/2018.  Researcher at Independent Research Society and Researcher writer at  Ancient Mysteries International.  Panelist.

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Omar IAmone, Faizi, a panelist and the progenitor of the AI Panel, gives us some additional thoughts and facts in this research paper, giving a short introduction to the basics of robotics in the context of artificial intelligence. Artificial Intelligence is a branch of computer science concerned with making computers behave like humans. This paper describes some bad effects that can happen in the future due to the influence of artificial intelligence.

INTRODUCTION

Now in society, we are living in a world of machines. We depend on machines for every field of our life. Everything around us is applications of artificial intelligence. Air conditioners, cameras, video games, medical equipment, were traffic lights, refrigerators, etc. work on “smart” technology. Artificial Intelligence is a branch of computer science that works on to create a computer system capable to react like a human being. That is to make machines capable of sensing the world around it, to understand conversations and to take decisions as a human would. Computers have more computational power than the human brain Now, computers are millions of times faster than they were fifty years ago. Human brains seem to be far “faster” than computers for a wide variety of tasks. Still, greater computational speed does make some so-called Artificial Intelligent systems seem smarter. 
Artificial intelligence (AI) has a great role in the field of robotics. Artificial Intelligence in robotics covers topics like natural language processing, design, human factors, and computing theory. Natural language processing, a subfield of Artificial Intelligence, provides computers with the understanding they require to handle information being encoded by humans. Computer vision instructs computers on how to comprehend images and scenes. It has as some of its goals: image recognition, image tracking, and image mapping. This application is valued in the fields of medicine, security, surveillance, military operations, even movie-making.  Since the beginnings of civilization man have had a fascination for a human-like creation that would assist him. Robotics and machines come to existence from this logic Artificial Intelligence to the Hollywood generation are mostly about androids, humanoids, and robots. It is about machines going out of control, replacing humanity and world domination. There is a chance of happening this situation in the future due to the influence of Artificial Intelligence.

WHAT IS AN INTELLIGENT MACHINE

When we say intelligent machine it does not mean that it is a machine which can solve any complex program that even humans get troubled. Calculators are not intelligent. Calculators give the right answers to challenging math problems, but everything they “know” is preprogrammed by people. They can never learn anything new. Calculators are able to solve problems entirely because people are already able to solve those same problems.  We have generated many computing devices that can solve mathematical problems of enormous complexity, but those were not actually intelligent. They are pre-programmed to do exactly what we want them to do. They accept input and generate the correct output. They may do it at amazingly fast speeds, but their underlying mechanisms depend on humans having already worked out how to write the programs that control their behavior. An intelligent machine is a machine that does not have any pre-programmed data in it to solve a problem. We can also say that it is a machine which has an ability to think.

ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE AND ROBOTICS

The most famous of all uses for artificial intelligence systems is robotics. Robotics is the study and development of robots Applications of artificial intelligence with robotics have taken into account in many Hollywood films. From the android Data in Star Trek to C3PO in Star Wars, people have been engaged in science fiction with countless numbers of computerized robots. In today’s world, those types of robots are still fictional. However even today we use robots in countless applications. The automation of many assembly lines now, we use robots. For example, many auto manufacturers now employ the use of robots in many jobs which require a large amount of strength.  Robots have developed a lot by the last 50 years.  Robots now can ‘see’, sense, move and manipulate, executing complex and precise tasks at very high speeds. They have come a long way from the manufacturing field. Robotics has made a lot of progress with the influence of artificial intelligence. Today’s AI machines can replicate some specific elements of intellectual ability. Now with the help of artificial intelligence robotics is trying to create machines that will have the ability to learn just about anything, the ability to reason, the ability to use language and the ability to formulate original ideas.  Computers can already solve problems in limited realms. The basic idea of artificial intelligence problem solving is very simple, though its execution is complicated.
First, the robot or computer with artificial intelligence gathers facts about a situation through sensors or human input. The computer compares this information to stored data and decides what the information signifies. The computer runs through various possible actions and predicts which action will be most successful based on the collected information. But, the computer can only solve problems which it is programmed to solve. It will not have any generalized analytical ability. Chess computers are one example of this sort of machine.  Some modern robots also have the ability to learn in a limited capacity. Learning robots recognize if a certain action (moving its legs in a certain way, for instance) achieved the desired result (navigating an obstacle). The robot stores this information and attempts the successful action the next time it encounters the same situation.
Humanoid robots are one example of this application. Again, modern computers can only do this in very limited situations. They can’t absorb any sort of information like a human can. Some robots can learn by mimicking human actions.  Some robots can interact socially. Kismet, a robot at M.I.T’s Artificial Intelligence Lab, recognizes human body language and voice inflection and responds appropriately. Kismet’s creators are interested in how humans and babies interact, based only on the tone of speech and visual cue. This low-level interaction could be the foundation of a human-like learning system. Kismet and other humanoid robots at the M.I.T. artificial intelligence Lab operate using an unconventional control structure. Instead of directing every action using a central computer, the robots control lower-level actions with lower-level computers. The program’s director, Rodney Brooks, believes this is a more accurate model of human intelligence. We do most things automatically and we don’t decide to do them at the highest level of consciousness. For example, we are not using our highest level of consciousness for closing our eyelids. Artificial Intelligence has made it possible to interact with computers by using speech instead of writing by the application of computer speech recognition. The advantages of computer speech recognition can be seen in the Hollywood film ‘IRON MAN.’

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ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE AND MEDICINE

Artificial intelligence has a great influence in the field of medicine. We will be able to get the treatment even if the doctor is not present. By taking the advances of sophisticated robotics and taking the advantages of computer vision and signal process technologies in artificial intelligence doctors will be able to direct robots remotely to treat patients. Computer vision instructs computers on how to comprehend images and scenes. It has as some of its goals: image recognition, image tracking, and image mapping. This application is very valued in the fields of medicine, security, surveillance, military operations, even movie-making. Since we are using robots for treating they will not get tired and will be more precise and accurate with there treatment. For example, robots will more accurate with stitching than a human doctor can do. Many soldiers have got killed in battlefields and have died because of not getting enough medical support. Machines with artificial intelligence can be sent to battlefields for treating the soldiers. Machines with artificial intelligence can be sent even in a space station or places humans cannot get very easily.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE AND NANOTECHNOLOGY

Even though nanotechnology and artificial intelligence are two different fields, there are so many researches working on with the application of artificial intelligence in nanotechnology. Many signs of progress can be made by joining together the artificial intelligence and nanotechnology. Artificial Intelligence could be boosted by nanotechnology innovations in computing power. Applications of a future nanotechnology general assembler would require some AI and robotics innovations.  Nanotechnology with the help of artificial intelligence and robotics is working on to create micro machines which can change the face of the world. There are so many application for this if these small nanobots came to exist. They can be used in every important field of our life. They can be used in the field of medicine for treatment. They can be injected to the body with the medicine and will heal the decease. Nanotechnology with artificial intelligence can be used in the field of the military for increasing efficiency and develop defensive shields. Today there is still no shield that can deflect a nuclear explosion; nations are protected not by defenses that cancel offenses, but by a balance of offensive terror. The developments in this field can save the lives of many on wars.  An unfriendly AI with molecular nanotechnology (or other rapid infrastructure) need not bother with marching robot armies or blackmail or subtle economic coercion. The unfriendly AI has the ability to re-pattern all matter in the solar system according to its optimization target.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE AND EDUCATION
Artificial Intelligence has a great role in the field of education. Computers have been used in education for over 20 years. Intelligent tutoring systems have been shown to be highly effective in increasing student motivation and learning. Computer-based training (CBT) and computer-aided instruction (CAI) were the first such systems deployed as an attempt to teach using computers. In these kinds of systems, the instruction was not individualized to the learner’s needs. Instead, the decisions about how to move a student through the material were script-like, “if question 21 is answered correctly, proceed to question 54; otherwise, go to question 32.” The learner’s abilities were not taken into account in this type of learning system. Even though both Computer-based training (CBT) and computer-aided instruction (CAI) effective in helping learners, they do not provide the same kind of individualized attention that a student would receive from a human tutor. For a computer-based educational system to provide such attention, it must reason about the domain and the learner. This prompted research in the field of intelligent tutoring systems (ITSs). ITSs offer considerable flexibility in the presentation of material and a greater ability to respond to student needs. These systems achieve their “intelligence” by representing educational decisions about how to teach as well as information about the learner. This allows for greater flexibility by altering the system’s interactions with the student. Intelligent tutoring systems have been shown to be highly effective at increasing student’s performance and motivation.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE AND GAMING

Video games have gone through drastic improvements in the past ten years. Game artificial intelligence refers to techniques used in computer and video games to produce the illusion of intelligence in the behavior of non-player characters. Artificial intelligence in games is usually used for creating player’s opponents. The high-level strategic orders by the player are taken cared for by the artificial intelligence of the computer. Video games seem to get twice as complex in some ways every year. As these games get more complex they also get more interesting and engaging.  They are becoming an artistic form of expression for the programmers and developers Strategy games like “Warcraft 3” call for users to create an army to defeat one or more computer-controlled villages with armies of their own. These villages will form alliances, scout surrounding areas, and plan appropriate battle plans to do their best to be the last village standing. “The Sims” has reinvented artificial life in gaming. The game starts with the user controlling one person. Eventually, the character may marry and then the user can have children in the game. These “people” are wonders of artificial intelligence. They all have their individual characteristics, wants, and needs. They have the ability to fall in love, make friends, enemies, become hermits, strive for more in life, etc, and will act on their feelings at will. So, we can see that artificial intelligence have a great application in the field of gaming-Artificial Intelligence – Current Usage.

There are many applications of artificial intelligence at present.  Banks and other financial institutions rely on intelligent software, which provides an accurate analysis of the data and helps make predictions based upon that data. Stocks and commodities are being traded without any human interference – all thanks to the intelligent systems. Artificial intelligence is used for weather forecasting. It is used by airlines to keep a check on its system. Robotics is the greatest success story, in the field of artificial intelligence. Spacecraft are sent by NASA and other space organizations into space, which is completely manned by robots. Even some manufacturing processes are now being completely undertaken by robots. Robots are being used in industrial processes, that are dangerous to human beings, such as in nuclear power plants. Usage of artificial intelligence is quite evident in various speech recognition systems, such as IBM Via Voice software and Windows Vista.
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE POSITIVE APPLICATIONS IN FUTURE  
It is believed that Artificially Intelligent computers will be obviously used in the field of education. Furthermore, in the medical field scientists are speculating the development of intelligent computers that will be immune to viruses. So there will be a future with no disease.  Even now we can see small applications of artificial intelligence in our home. For example, smart television, smart refrigerator etc. In the future, better applications of Artificial intelligence will be seen in every home in the future. Artificial Intelligence with nanotechnology or other technologies may give rise to new fields in the area of science. Machines may get more sophisticated and will be the companion of man. For certain, the development of artificial intelligence will increasingly make it a part of our daily life.

ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE BAD EFFECTS IN FUTURE

If there is a fair side there will be a negative side also. Even though artificial intelligence is having many advantages applications there are so many risky disadvantages also.  At a more basic level, the use of artificial intelligence in everyday tasks might produce laziness on the part of humans. The awareness that the machines have intelligence will make human to be lazy and will be forced to make everything done by the machines. Humans have an extraordinary ability to think, analyze, and use judgment. If artificial intelligence is used for interpreting, then the human mind and its capabilities might go to waste. Scientific Films today represents the developments that can happen in the future. Most of the scientific films on artificial intelligence represent the negative side of artificial intelligence. For example, if we take film ‘I ROBOT’ as an example, it represents a robot going mad against society and becoming a trait to humanity. There are many Hollywood films representing the same idea. Films like ‘TERMINATOR’ also represent the robots with artificial intelligence going mad against humanity.  Applications of artificial intelligence with nanotechnology in military field have many positive advantages like, to develop a perfect defensive shield to any attacks. However, it has a dangerous side also. With the help of artificial intelligence and nanotechnology, we will be able to develop very powerful and destructive weapons. In the Hollywood film ‘G.I. JOE’ the weapons made by the application of nanotechnology and artificial intelligence is shown.  If we give intelligence to machines, they will be able to utilize it in its maximum extent. And machines with intelligence will become more intelligent than its creators.

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So, there will be a chance of humanity under control machines. In future, there may be more types of robots with artificial intelligence. Applications of artificial intelligence in the military field will give rise to more sophisticated and user-friendly warfare’s. By the invention of artificial intelligence, scientists will be able to prove that human intelligence is purely mechanical and can be duplicated. If this happens, it would break man’s view of himself as a unique being. The future artificially intelligent machines can become even more intelligent than humans. By that, there will be a situation of man v\s machines like we see in science fiction films.  Computers are more capable of producing accurate results. So, they will potentially replace humans in jobs that are better suited for them. This could mean that the workplace will no longer be a man’s domain. Unemployment rates could go up. Humans could soon lose their ground as a dominant creature. Most critical of possibilities is the complete destruction of the human race.  Moreover, the fast developments in the areas of artificial intelligence and robotics may push earth to a critical state. Even now the wastes of computer parts and other electronic devices are making a great disturbance to our nature and earth. In the future, our planet Earth may go to black from green due to the pollution that can happen by the development of artificial intelligence.
CONCLUSION
Technology is neither good nor bad. It never has been. Artificial Intelligence is a field in which so many researches are going on. Artificial Intelligence is the subfield of computer science concerned with understanding the nature of intelligence and constructing computer systems capable of intelligent action. Even though, humans are having intelligence they are not able to use it to the maximum extent. Machines will be able to use 100% of its intelligence if we gave them intelligence. It is an advantage as well as a disadvantage. We depend on machines for almost every application in life. Machines are now a part of our life and are used commonly. So, we must know more about machines and should be aware of the future that can happen if we give them intelligence. Artificial Intelligence cannot be as bad or good. It varies in the way we utilize and use it.
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The subsequent list of sites and sources are meant to be adjunct aides on this topic to be viewed in a general sense (there are so many more out there; go locate them, before they are all taken down): 
Quote from the article below:  ” If it were not for use of psychotronics for torture, there would be few Targeted Individuals.  Criminal perpetrators exploit ‘less-lethal Directed Energy Weapons’ and psychotronic techniques to inflict pain and unpleasant sensations on victims however far away they may be, and they can do it anonymously.”
https://martinacable99.wordpress.com/2012/11/04/targeted-individuals-psychotronics-anonymous/
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Quote from the below article:  “It’s all very, very similar to the NSA and CIA…very, very top-secret,” said A.H, and he explained in further detail: Essentially, the covert management of this matter operates as part super-secret organized crime operation. It is more like a secret mafia than a government entity…extra-constitutional, both in the U.S and the U.K, as well as other countries…A criminal enterprise and a conspiracy of the first order…assassinations, murder, kidnapping, theft of technology…spin-off technologies based on the study of ET objects…” 
Whistle-blower A.H –  https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2018/02/23/the-naked-ufo-deep-state/
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Quote from the below article:  “Mustapha Mond, one of ten world controllers in Brave New World and the evil Obrien of 1984’s nation of Oceana, both knew what they were doing. They were fully conscious in order to exert complete control and ensure the continuation of their respective, fictional nation-states…could this type of power consolidation occur in the real (non-literary) world?…answer that question one only needs to study history then, go turn on all of the various ‘telescreens’ in their private homes: Televisions, smartphones, tablets, lap-taps and desktop computers. Tyrannical regimes have been centralizing and fortifying ramparts of power from the time man first crushed grapes. And, obviously, as the exiled enemy of the State, Edward Snowden, has revealed, modernity is no antiserum to the cancerous systematization of power.”
http://www.shtfplan.com/headline-news/prisons-of-pleasure-or-pain-huxleys-brave-new-world-vs-orwells-1984_02282018
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Quote from the below article: “Secret Intelligence Industrial Complex…CIA, NSA, NGA, and NRO form a massive, secret government.  Around that, there is a secret corporate monopoly made up of Leidos Holdings, CSRA, CACI, SAIC (who lost $7 Billion of taxpayer money in failed programs) and Booz Allen Hamilton. This monopoly sucks up around $50 Billion per year from taxpayer revenues in secret.  These groups are accountable to no-one.”
https://steemit.com/politics/@ura-soul/the-whistleblowers-series-28-cia-whistleblower-exposing-massive-crime-the-us-congress-and-senate-are-controlled-by-a-real-shadow
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Quote from the below article:  “Michael Snyder of The Truth Wins asks: What will you do when you can no longer buy or sell without submitting to biometric identification?  This technology is going to keep spreading, and it is going to become harder and harder to avoid it. And it is easy to imagine what a tyrannical government could do with this kind of technology.  If it wanted to, it could use it to literally track the movements and behavior of everyone…And one day, this kind of technology will likely be so pervasive that you won’t be able to open a bank account, get a credit card or even buy anything without having either your hand or your face scanned first.”
http://www.shtfplan.com/headline-news/the-mark-scientist-claims-human-microchip-implants-will-become-not-optional_04242014
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Quote from the below article:  “Systemic dehumanization…Existing inequities will surely be magnified with the introduction of highly effective psycho-pharmaceuticals, genetic modification, super intelligence, brain-computer interfaces, nanotechnology, robotic prosthetics, and the possible development of life expansion. They are all fundamentally inegalitarian, based on a notion of limitlessness rather than a standard level of physical and mental well-being we’ve come to assume in healthcare.  It’s not easy to conceive of a way in which these potentialities can be enjoyed by all.”
https://theconversation.com/super-intelligence-and-eternal-life-transhumanisms-faithful-follow-it-blindly-into-a-future-for-the-elite-78538
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 Quote from the below article:  “Mind Control — UFOs, cattle/human mutilations, extreme human experimentation — Many people claim to have been abducted by aliens and taken to underground bases, such as the Dulce base in New Mexico, and witnessed extreme experimentation being carried out not just on humans but also on other animals and creatures, including aliens…Then there’s also all the cattle and human mutilations that happen (although human mutilations seem to be kept very quiet) – one Brazilian military official was found in 1994 after his internal organs had been sucked out through his anus whilst he was still alive. His left eyelid and jawbone had been removed with surgical precision using some kind of laser technology and it seems that these types of subjects (crop circlesUFOsfree energy, mind control, the illuminati, etc) are all subject to disinformation…”
https://hubpages.com/education/Mind-Control-In-America-The-CIA-MK-ULTRA-Brainwashing
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Quote from the below article:  “What has definitively happened since 1970, and particularly since September 2001, has been a government agency sanctioned and run amok murder ring, with attending insanity where caution and restraint have been thrown to the wind. This fact, combined with a ‘security’ apparatus which has grown to gargantuan proportions, can no longer conceal what has become a criminal enterprise, comprising religious extremist politicians,  top military brass who happen to be the ‘politicians’ allied (to) Christian fanatics, coupled with extremist professional corporate mercenaries largely staffed by former spooks and military special operations veterans euphemistically known as ‘contractors.’”
http://subversify.com/2011/10/14/cracking-the-matrix-our-militaryindustrial-spy-services/
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Quote from the below article: “Science advances, antennas get more powerful, and very little attention is paid to the butterfly effect.  These artificial resonations are adverse to the health of humans and wildlife worldwide and the side-effects of these experiments are unknown as these facilities operate in secrecy…Demand more transparency in the world of brain-altering electric signals, and learn how they are altering our spaceour skies, and our Earth while blaming it all on climate change.  Be sure to check out our maps of all these facilities with our ClimateViewer 3D.”  
 https://climateviewer.com/2014/10/11/haarp-elf-generation-mass-mind-control/
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Quote from the below article:   “It is clear that some kind of artificial intelligence is driving the synthetic agenda. We are up against some kind of dark force that has hacked life itself.  This primal virus has many of the characteristics we have historically attributed to artificial intelligence: soulless, dull, hive-mind mentality, without free will, unable to feel, only able to give answers (unable to ask questions), and without creative power (unable to create without first being programmed or told how to create).  It’s a parasite.   It has latched onto an existing reality, ‘hacked’ it by taking over the program in some way, and is now busy creating its own modified version of reality (a fake and pale imitation) – a bastardized, poisonous and synthetic reality which is threatening to destroy the original host.  It is, indeed, the System.  It is the Matrix.”
http://freedom-articles.toolsforfreedom.com/synthetic-agenda-heart-new-world-order/
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Quote from the below article:  “Just last year the Dailymail reported that scientists had discovered a trick to plant false experiences into people’s brains. As Huffington Post reported in 2014 ‘Mind control is becoming a reality,’ in the clear science world, while black project scientists are far ahead of these advances as this article illustrates.”
https://steemit.com/news/@an0nkn0wledge/i-hear-voices-mkultra-a-worrying-trend-of-mass-shooting-suspects-throughout-history-before-committing-horrific-murders
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Quote from the below article:  “One especially invasive attack method in the arena of ‘psycho-electronic’ mind control is ‘voice to skull.’ Voice to the skull is the transmission of voice, or any other audible or subliminal sound, directly into the hearing sense of the mind control victim. This is sometimes done around the clock and can be one of the severest forms of torture. Voice to skull technology is sometimes referred to as ‘synthetic telepathy.’  Current-day voice to the skull cannot be stopped by any known electromagnetic shielding, a fact which demonstrates how advanced classified mind control technology has become.”
https://sites.google.com/site/targetedindividuals101/home/v2k
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Every Breath You Take

The Police
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I’ll be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I’ll be watching you
Oh can’t you see
You belong to me
My poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I’ll be watching you
Since you’ve gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it’s you I can’t replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby, please
Oh can’t you see
You belong to me
My poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I’ll be watching you
Ever.

“Every Breath You Take” is a song by English rock band The Police from their 1983 album Synchronicity. Written by Sting, the single was the biggest US and UK hit of 1983, topping the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart for eight weeks (the band’s only number-one hit on that chart), and the UK Singles Chart for four weeks. It also topped the Billboard Top Tracks chart for nine weeks…The song ranked number 84 on the Rolling Stone list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time and is included in The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s 500 Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll.  It also ranked number 25 on Billboard‘s Hot 100 All-Time Top Songs.  In 2015, the song was voted by the British public as the nation’s favorite 1980s number one in a poll for ITV.   Original sound recording made by A&M Records Ltd, © 1983 A&M Records Ltd, ℗ 1983 A&M Records Ltd. Made in England.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Every_Breath_You_Take.
The album’s title was inspired by Arthur Koestler‘s The Roots of CoincidenceSting was an avid reader of Koestler, and also named Ghost in the Machine after one of his works.

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“We have given them names, but they have no relevance to what they call themselves. We simply call hem The Four Horsemen. These Horsemen work together at times, and they work against each other at times.  It is an on-going battle between them at a low level as to who is going to be top dog in the world. The one commonality to all four appears to be an absolute desire for control – of everything and everyone, and each of them has their own philosophy – the core root philosophy which guides them, supposedly, and their actions…They have their own unique flavor. But these people had agenda’s that were unlike any agendas you would have ever run into if you’re in the mainstream government.”

William John Pawelec, Unacknowledged, pp. 95, 96, 97. 

Steven M. Greer has spent many years investigating the various aspects of the “flying saucer” phenomena and has made inroads into alleged “whistle-blowers,” sensational aspects of UFOs, and those evil crevices where men in black suits and dangerous threats apparently exist and conjugate.

Amongst the menagerie of Orwellian intrigue, spies, secret projects, and government corruption, Greer treks through a graveyard of buried testimony and wearisome challenges to our present-day society.  Much of it threatens our sanity and social equilibrium.

(Unacknowledged, Steven M. Greer, M.D., A& M Publishing, L.L.C., www.AMPpublishing.com, West Palm Beach, Florida, 33411, 2017, 326 pages. $25.95.)

Greer develops vistas for readers, talking about more than 800 government, military and corporate witnesses and whistle-blowers he has interviewed, and also discloses the almost $100 billion spent from taxpayer monies in Unacknowledged Special Access Projects (USAPS), General Jimmy Doolittle’s talk of ‘interplanetary war,” the super-secret National Reconnaissance Organization (NRO), cosmic top secret clearance, the Alien Contact Intelligence Organization (ACIO), and the many references to crash and retrieved alien spacecraft.

Because the book covers a plethora of topics from spectacular UFO sightings to observations of “moon bases,” and all the heavy governmental secrecy sandwiched in between, it might be best to handle the topics under rough headlines trying to encapsulate those as typical examples.

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PART I

Typical Phenomenal UFO Cases

One ‘typical’ UFO case is cited by Don Phillips, U.S Air Force and contractor at Lockwood Skunkworks and the CIA. 

A sighting near Angel’s Peak at Nellis Air Force Base spoke of a “real solid object” seen on radar and which circled miles in seconds. Six to seven of these targets were tracked traveling 3,800 to 4,200 miles per hour, stopping on a dime, and eventually disappearing.  The operators were told neither to ask questions nor to deluge any information (pp. 36-37).

Graham Bethune was a Navy commander pilot with a top-secret clearance, also a VIP Plan Commander who flew high-ranking officers and personnel from Washington, D.C.

Bethune knew of several 1950 UFO sightings by the Air Transport Squadron near Keflavik, Iceland and also Argentina, Newfoundland, which demonstrated the erratic behavior.  A. L. Jones, plane commander, witnessed the UFO, a craft with a dome, that rushed from a mile away to about 10,000-feet from them, before disappearing. The Air Force interrogated the witnesses and classified the UFO “a good report.”   

Bethune also told about a Washington, D.C UFO. The object changed colors from yellow to orange and then to a pulsating red. The object appeared to be about 350-feet large and traveled anywhere from 1,000 to 2,000 miles an hour.  Radar said 1,800 miles per hour, covering 15 miles in a second or two.   It was reported that canine Bird Dogs acted up and that directional gyros also acted up when the UFO was near.  Colonel Watson of the Wright-Patterson AFB said the radar reports disappeared (pp.38-41).

John Callahan, former Division Chief of the Accidents and Investigations Branch of the FAA in Washington, D.C., told of a UFO at 35,000-feet that chased a 747 aircraft across the Alaskan skies for about thirty minutes. Radar detected it. At eleven o’clock position, a pilot saw it as a huge ball with lights running around it. The object, which was four times the size of the 747, moved erratically.

The matter ended up with the secretive Scientific Study Group, with the CIA threatened to silence Callahan.  Callahan held back some records in defiance.  The pilot was forced to take a desk job and was often humiliated about his UFO sighting (pp. 108-113).

Callahan was aware of another disc-type craft in the Briarwood Lake near Medford, New Jersey: lights at the top and bottom, and a dome on top, about five-hundred-yards across, the UFO  was seen coming from the lake, water was seen rushing off the object.  The UFO was recorded in the navigator’s log.

SHOT UFO OCCUPANT

Major George A. Filer, III, worked as the Deputy Director of Intelligence for the 21st Air Force and has flown over three hundred aircraft. Filer talked about a January 18, 1978, UFO sighting on the McGuire Air Force Base. The UFO appeared through the night, showing red light as it hovered over the runway, and then, apparently having crashed and/or landed at Fort Dix, an occupant became shot and killed while trying to escape. AC-141 was called to pick up the occupant remains.  Filer wasn’t allowed to see the photos about the incident, while he was, indeed, there while they were being passed around to those being debriefed. Six to eight people eventually “guarded” the body; they were dislocated from each other so that their associations couldn’t be established.

Robert Jacobs, former Lieutenant in the U.S Air Force, as well as a respected professor at a University, was in charge of optical instrumentation in the 1369th Photo Squadron at Vandenberg Air Force Base in California where he was supervising photographic instrumentation during ballistic missile tests.

In 1964, he said, there was tracking of a “dummy nuke” test using a M45 racking mount with a 180-inch lens, when suddenly a circular-shaped object (“like two saucers cupped together with a ping-pong ball on top”) flew into a frame showing the object shooting “beams of light” at the missile’s warhead. Both, the missile and the object were flying at “several thousand miles an hour.”

Jacobs said that Major Florence J. Mansmann at the First Strategic Aerospace Division headquarters ordered him to ‘complete silence,’ warning him of dire consequences if he ever spoke about the incident. “I was never to speak of this again,” said Jacobs, “as far as I was concerned, this never happened.”   Jacobs explained that strange “guys” in civilian clothes came and spooled off part of the film with the UFO on it and confiscated that section. 

Jacobs revealed that he was harassed at work, and received strange phone calls day and night; one caller said to him: “You are going down, mother fucker!”  Once, Jacobs found skyrockets in his box.  These harassments continued on till about 1982 (pp. 183-186).  

Merle Shane McDow was in the U.S Navy Atlantic Command in May 1981 and had a Top-Secret Special Compartmented Intelligence (SCI) clearance, and he carried a Zebra Stripe Badge.  During May of 1981, McDow was aboard the U.S. American, and it was his job to make sure any incoming and outgoing audio/video information that came into the Command Center was recorded and officially logged. 

A UFO had come into their airspace, setting off a Condition Zebra, and only those with a Zebra Access Badge could remain in the Command Facility.  Admiral Harry Trane was alerted to the Command Center, and it was quickly verified that the UFO was not the Soviets.  Trane sent out two planes to investigate the UFO; futile chases of the UFO began up and down the seaboard. Planes were summoned as far north as Greenland.  McDow could hear pilot-conversations. And the UFO appeared on the radar for almost an hour. The UFO demonstrated very erratic flight patterns “up and down the coasts,” as if playing tag.  The K11-11 spy satellite could only get an early glimpse.

The Admiral’s frustration was centered on the fact that “this thing” had complete and total control, and the witnesses were frightened and upset. Trane was “scrambling” planes left and right along the entire seaboard “to cut this thing off.”  Eventually, the UFO left the atmosphere into space.

The object traveled “thousands of miles in a blink of an eye,” and had complete control of the situation.  McDow was “debriefed” afterward and he was told in no uncertain terms to never speak about it again.  “It didn’t happen,” two guys in suits told him (pp. 191-196).

PART II

Close Encounters of the 3rd and 4th Kinds

While there were several government ‘whistle-blowers” in the topic of meeting the occupants of UFOs, I will trace only some typical informants that Greer talks about.

Richard Doty, a Special Agent for counterintelligence in the Air Force Office of Special Investigations (AFOSI), is quoted often throughout Greer’s book. Doty, unfortunately, has been called into question by suspicious UFO researchers who feel Doty has used disinformation, but the strong evidence is not available, and Doty’s rank leaves that open to question.

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Doty spoke of various UFO crashes and retrieval in Corona, New Mexico, Horse Mesa west of Magdalena, New Mexico, and similar crashes ranging from June 1947 to 1949 where alien bodies were put into “deep freeze” at Wright-Patterson Air Force field in Dayton, Ohio.

The entities were usually about four-foot tall, no ears, nude-body-looking-type suites, no thumbs, and four fingers with suction devices on tips.  The entities appeared to have a “head apparatus.” The entities also appeared to have several stomachs for different functions. Doty said there were eleven different lobes in their brains.  A live, captured “creature” went to various military bases, including Fort Detrick, Huntsville Redstone Arsenal, and others. 

W.H is a whistle-blower identified as a Tech Sergeant that served in the U.S Air Force from 1963 through 1977. He said that he had the opportunity to view a retrieved craft at Dayton, Ohio in the “Blue Hanger” where several such alien craft were housed.   Debriefing officials informed him that over a hundred alien craft retrievals occurred in New Mexico, four corners area, because of American “radar” had caused them to crash. 

The alien crafts were usually saucer-shaped, aluminum in color, and seamless. Later, W.H was driven to a box canyon in a contingency of high-ranking naval officers and civilian engineers and scientists (Project Mercury) to witness a similar alien craft with two alien beings.

The “Graylings” had large eyes, slim mouth, long slim arms and hands, slim bodies, and were wearing one-piece flight suits. W.H said that It was a two-hour meeting and encounter. A very similar convention was held in Hawaii at Kauai, called Project X.   A CIA friend of W.H, Wesley Bond, had extensive files concerning all related UFO activity, and Bond said he was ready to disclose his files: he was subsequently murdered and his files disappeared.

One of the most controversial, and increasingly criticized ‘whistle-blower’ is Bentwater’s security officer Larry Warren, who claimed to be another witness and participant to the famous Rendlesham-Bentwaters ‘contactee’ case of December 1980 where a host of trained military observers encountered a series of acrobatic UFOs, with one landed, being observed, handled and having left physical traces before taking off. Warren claimed to have been one witness who has a complex story of participation, harassment, and conflict. At one point, Warren claimed to have seen three child-size people cocooned in the light. These were witnessed by others. Greer quotes Warren at length (pp. 131-145). 

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Marine Lance Corporal John Weygandt was a U.S Marine security guard of a second marine air wing 28th Marine Air Control Group, Second air defense battalion troop of North Carolina that had been stationed in Peru. 

Sergeants Allen and Atkins came alerting the crew that some unknown aircraft had crashed and that they needed to investigate. A patrol headed to the site about 6:30 a.m. and upon arriving discovered a huge ship had created a gash in the land.  The area was burnt as if by laser-energy, and the object was buried in the side of a cliff. The craft was oozing a greenish-purple “syrup-like liquid,” as if alive and changing color in shades. 

A light revolved on the craft, said Weygandt, and he could hear a deep, bass hum. Eventually, everything cut off and stopped.  He could see what happened to be “vents” or “gills” on the back. Weygandt discovered that the “syrup-like” substance could eat his clothes as if some form of “acid.” The object appeared to be twenty meters in length, teardrop-shaped and looked very aerodynamic.

Weygandt had the distinct impression that an occupant was trying to contact him by telepathy.

Surprised, Weyandt and the sergeants were arrested, cursed and harassed by Department of Energy people, as well as by “men in black Cammie’s” with no name tags.  Older men appeared wearing containment suites.

Weygandt was handcuffed, his legs fastened, and he was placed in a 47 Chinook helicopter–then taken to be debriefed and harassed for two days. (Greer does not disclose dates, pp.157-160).

Some of the cases Greer discusses, for all intent and purposes, concerning hidden alien and government operations on the Moon as well as the “doctoring” of photos related to this. Greer tells about Donna Harre who worked in the NASA and contracted to Philco Ford from 1970-1971. She worked in Building 8, under a high secret clearance, where she inspected photographic mosaic panels of satellite aerial shots.

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Occasionally, Hare said, they would come across curious sharp lines and round shadows alluding to UFOs that she was told to airbrush them out of the photograph. Hare said that people involved in the scrubbing or deletion of UFO photos or similar photos of the moon shots always felt threatened. Lunar astronauts, likewise, have been involved in knowing ET’s had landed on the Moon as part of Operation Santa Claus.  People and evidence have disappeared, Hare said. “One particular man I know of, who just disappeared off the face of the Earth.”

PART III

Various deep shades
The Government Deep State and the Military-Industrial-Corporate-Complex-Matrix (MICCM)

A large part of Greer’s work and the book is devoted to actual and suspected government Deep State control and descriptions of what President Eisenhower called the Military-Industrial-Complex. Greer announces over 800 government, military and corporate “whistle-blowers” in his Project Disclosure that reveals the reality of up to $100 billion annually into Unacknowledged Special Access Projects (USAPS).

“If this sounds like an Orwellian nightmare, it gets worse, for the final act that they (the human cabal),” says Greer, “have in store is a False Flag event that will make 9/11 look like a fender bender.”

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Special  Access Projects
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Several of Greer’s whistle-blowers (such as Dan Morris, a retired Air Force Master Sergeant, belonged to a super-secret National Reconnaissance Organization [NRO]), held a cosmic top-secret clearance, which is 38 levels above top-secret, that even U.S presidents do not hold.

Subsequently, when alien crafts were retrieved and contact had been made, an Alien Contact Intelligence Organization (ACIO) was established.  

Whistle-blower sergeant Clifford Stone, worked with the 462nd Air Intelligence Secret Squadron, helped retrieve crashed ET crafts, worked in Operation Blue Fly and Project Moon Dust, and said there were “eleven” classifications above Confidential, Secret, and Top Secret, and even “above and beyond” normal Special Access Programs.

Stone went on to explain that the National Security Reconnaissance Office, just like the National Security Agency, was secret for many years and was not mentioned in the public domain.  Full knowledge about UFO programs, said Stone, was limited to a small number of people, actually being Special Access Programs within Special Access Programs, and they are almost uncontrollable (pp. 30-33).

THE WILLIAM JOHN PAWELEC STORY
Pawelec and the Controllers

William John Pawelec was an intriguing whistle-blower who, like so many capable professionals that found themselves, sometimes unexpectedly and with no real preparation and defense, face to face with an enemy that was as treacherous as they were invisible.

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Pawelec had been a computer operation and programming specialist in the Air Force in the mid-1960s, first at Pope Air Force Base and then in Vietnam. He left the military and went to work for Rosco Electronics, one of the largest manufacturers and installers of access control equipment in the world, and then proceeded into the military once again, allowing him to regain a security clearance. He did a lot of work for the State Department developing security systems for national security, and also for large corporate systems, and later for SAIC and TRI-COR.   

In 1973, Pawelec was developing implantable chips in North Glen, Colorado, as it was then used in hypodermic injections to horses. Pawelec was aware through naval offices that there were discussions of developing tracking devices to follow necessary targets; Pawelec mentioned the case in Europe where the Prime Minister of Italy was kidnapped, drained of sensitive information, brutalized, or both. It was speculated by officials that a technology is developed allowing authorities “to track these people or locate them quickly.”

This whole topic was the basis of a meeting set-up at a Secure Communications Intelligence-Information Facility (SCIF). Pawlec’s friend “Bob” (who had intimate contacts in the CIA) took no quiet action to investigate two ‘mystery men’ that snuck into the meeting and began probing the meeting leaders with questions. They claimed to be from the Department of Agriculture and the Department of the Treasury.  The ‘mystery men’ wanted to know how a couple billion of the implants could be manufactured, with unique identity numbers, have flexibility monitoring temperature, blood pressure, pulse, and even waveforms of the brains,

Such a chip was removed from a lady in 1999, and when it was removed and examined closely, resembled somewhat a version of the chip used in Denver.  She supposed the chip had been implanted either in 1980 or 1981.

Pawelec said the gentleman who invented the chip “was very wealthy and abruptly had passed the technology”: “Somebody else took it and ran with it and we never knew who it was.”

In 1984, the University of New South Wales had a microscopic lithium Niobite chip, and experiments showed it was viable and could send and receive as an RF transmitter.  The professor who did this work was sent to talk to Pawelec’s Systems Group of Colorado for further experiments.

A meeting was set-up in Virginia at a subcontractor’s company; people, like the Director of Security at the State Department, and, again ‘mysteries men’ came, carrying credentials. The ‘mystery men’ knew all the details about time, place and topic of the meeting.  Pawelec felt this somehow had a connection with his knowing the Head of Security at the State Department because Pawelec had designed that man’s security systems for Mainstay, the headquarter in Foggy Bottom in D.C.   

Because of these meetings, the professor at the University of New South Wales received a giant grant, and later the technology was transferred. A friend that Pawelec had in San Francisco (who was involved in tracking people and National Security, doing FAB-Access and other related devices in a European electronics firm of Siemens) said his company was “making billions of these chips” that strikingly resembled the Pawelec chip.  A year later, the company closed down and the chips disappeared.

Bob and Pawelec continued to investigate. Bob contacted his CIA connections and asked additional questions. A few days late, Bob was hit by a reinforced Land Rover and killed instantly. The driver of the Rover was hospitalized and immediately disappeared: all of his information that he gave was phony.  “It was a hit,” said Pawelec.

The two ‘mystery men’ who had come to the meetings had NSA, NRO credentials that could even pass all access control mechanisms, said Pawelec; however, they later checked, and discovered the individuals “didn’t exist.”  It meant they had unlimited budgets supporting their ventures. 

Pawelec knew about aerospace companies that were doing security work beyond black or even “darker.”  He named Northrop and plant 29.

The gentleman Pawelec met from the Department of Agriculture asked many cold, apolitical questions about chips, their ‘speed’ by which they could be produced, the frequency they could be built, various implant “attributes,” and much more.

“I believe there are at least four power groups in the world,” said Pawelec, “they have taken over various programs-particularly black programs within our government, and probably even the Russian government, and the Chinese. Politics to them, as we know it, is not the same. They have agendas totally unlike what our government…unbelievably, they are able to track everything going on around them, at the minutiae level,” (pp. 90 -98). 

All Pawelec’s files on this matter were withheld until his death, and his wife had been given instructions to disclose them.

A CRIMINAL ENTERPRISE

Steven Greer points to the creation of Majestic-12, a Black Project headed by noted scientists and high-ranking intelligence officials, such as Admiral Arthur Redford, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and Charles E. Wilson, Secretary of Defense, the Black Project probably prompted by the 1947 Roswell crash and other crashes.  Greer, having gained insights from his friends in the various “alphabet” and ‘high industry’ groups, says that MJ-12 is now known as SECOR, MAJIC, P.I 40, and MAJI-The Majority Intelligence Committee. Greer says MAJI – Control is part of the Office of Naval Intelligence, similar to the NSA and the CIA. “It’s all very, very similar to the NSA and CIA…very, very top-secret,” says Greer, and he explained in further detail: “Essentially, the covert management of this matter operates as part super-secret organized crime operation. It is more like a secret mafia than a government entity…extra-constitutional, both in the U.S and the U.K, as well as other countries…a criminal enterprise and a conspiracy of the first order…assassinations, murder, kidnapping, theft of technology…spin-off technologies based on the study of ET objects…”   (pp. 55-57)  

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“Greed and control (are) easily understood; the bureaucratic inertia of large secret operations is yet another matter,” says Greer. “After decades of operations, lies, public deceptions, and worse, how does such a group unravel all the webs it has weaved…a Specter of a sort of cosmic Watergate?”  (p. 82)

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Greer’s book, heavily indexed with photos and documents, is a plethora of facts and conjecture, running from descriptions of Area 51 to Greer’s unveiling of his own Disclosure Project and his Center or the Study of Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence (CSETI) — discourse on the differences between ETV’s (Extraterrestrial Vehicles) and ARV’s (Alien Reproduction Vehicles) as “man-made” advanced anti-gravity craft that look like a “UFO.” There are additional disclosures of Greer’s meeting with famous dignitaries and their clandestine information, threaded alongside many assorted and quizzical paranormal incidents that would probably promote the reader’s skepticism and wonderment at times.  

There were many so-called “whistle-blowers” not mentioned in Greer’s approximate 800, such as the Bob Lazar story (some more reputable; some not). We have added an index that mentions additional information on those, but also the topic of the Hidden Intelligence controllers that are somehow involved.  When facts seem to contradict, one needs to look at the underlying patterns, connect the dots, and do your own private investigation and not just wait for the silver-platter to be handed to you.

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White-blower Bob Lazar
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Still puzzling questions need to be asked of Greer, his associates, and the whistle-blowers:

For the interstellar technology that should have evolved into ‘fail-safe’ operation, why do ET vehicles still crash, and does human ‘radar’ technology still affect its capabilities, and why?

And how do these seeming ‘regular’ spaceships stand up against reports of more ‘ethereal’ ETs that operate almost as ‘spirits,’ and, as Steve Erdmann has questioned in the past, why do billion-mile-space-travelers even need ‘machines’ to travel the vast distances?

https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2017/07/19/ufo-perspectives/

Why the wide variety and diversity of spacecraft design seen in retrievals, it should raise some suspicion and concern in that much differentially could be unwarranted to those degrees?

https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2017/07/01/ghost-busting-ufos/

And where is the depository for to the answers to all these questions?

These conundrums need to be addressed and answered, for certainly the world of UFOs still continued to be filled with unending mystery.

As always, I’ll be questioning, investigating.  I’ll also be waiting.

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Steve Erdmann, February 2018, St. Louis
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Additional sites on these topics: we do ‘not’ endorse any one site in its totality, but have found that eventually bits and pieces come together to make the underlying historical picture “jell” (and these are only a minute selection of so many out there):

https://www.nationalgeographic.com/magazine/2018/02/surveillance-watching-you/
https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2017-01-17/56-years-ago-today-eisenhower-warned-americans-unwarranted-influence-deep-state
https://theintercept.com/2014/02/24/jtrig-manipulation/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fh2_3WFEqYA&feature=share
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2573193/Flying-saucer-focus-seagull-taking-poo-Slides-Snowdens-latest-leak-fake-UFO-images-used-deliberately-spread-misinformation-online-claims-expert.html
http://subversify.com/2011/10/14/cracking-the-matrix-our-militaryindustrial-spy-services/
http://talkingtree.org/bob-lazar-area-51-whistleblower/
http://www.extraordinarybeliefs.com/news/2015/5/29/corbell-public-response-about-bob-lazar
http://www.unacknowledged.info/william-pawelec-says-four-power-groups-control-the-world/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6P5by1hq5sw
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-cpcoHinsY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNJph3d5zak
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1tr1MoxSMA&list=LLjil42P1nRuoZQtdAMl2U3Q&index=4
https://www.wanttoknow.info/mindcontrolnewsarticles
https://martinacable99.wordpress.com/2012/11/04/targeted-individuals-psychotronics-anonymous/

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I’ll Be Watching You
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Steve Erdmann – Independent Investigative Journalist

Another version of this article can be seen at The Naked UFO Deep State – https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2020/06/07/

The Dracula Project

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The Dracula Clan

By:

Steve Erdmann

Copyright, C, Steve Erdmann, 2018

Another version of this article can be seen at The Clan of Death – – https://wordpresscom507.wordpress.com/2020/06/07/

Sky Fall  – by Adele
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Skyfall
Adele
This is the end
Hold your breath and count to ten
Feel the earth move and then
Hear my heart burst again
For this is the end
I’ve drowned and dreamt this moment
So overdue I owe them
Swept away, I’m stolen
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Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
Face it all together
Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
Face it all together
At skyfall
At skyfall
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Skyfall is where we start
A thousand miles and poles apart
Where worlds collide and days are dark
You may have my number, you can take my name
But you’ll never have my heart
Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
Face it all together
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Let the sky fall
When it crumbles
We will stand tall
Face it all together
At skyfall
***
Where you go I go
What you see I see
I know…

“Skyfall” is the theme song of the 2012 James Bond film of the same name, performed by the English singer Adele. It was written by Adele and the producer Paul Epworth, and features orchestration by J. A. C. Redford. The film company Eon Productions invited the singer to work on the theme song in early 2011, a task that Adele accepted after reading the film’s script. While composing the song, Adele and Epworth aimed to capture the mood and style of the other Bond themes, including dark and moody lyrics descriptive of the film’s plot.  (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skyfall_%5BAdele_song%5D)

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Adventofdeception.com,“The Illuminati Evil Earthly Organization,” “Humans thrive on power, domination and secretiveness…The evil Illuminati structure top councils of the ‘Grand Drude Council’ and the ‘Olympians,’ the mind controlling professionals.”
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The time: during the 1970s. The Place: the UFO Study Group of Greater St. Louis.  The event: the Study Group had opened an Animal Mutilations Committee to study the bizarre rash of animal mutilations across the globe, often accompanied by strange aerial objects in their happening. I was the Director. Here are some kaleidoscopic stories from that period. Many of these reports are produced here for the first time..

PART I

The Saga Had Begun

“To achieve such a feat would require molecular-specific surgical devices capable of going through skin, cartilage, muscle, bone an organs to remove tissue from a specific organ without causing any cutting damage to the rest of the body — an impossibility on Earth, although a hypothesized innovation in the distant future. In all, there are over 10,000 documented instances of animals being bewilderingly mutilated in the US alone since 1955 — and in every case that has been investigated by law enforcement, no human or predator has ever been found to be the culprit.”

https://sputniknews.com/us/201708011056085483-animal-mutilation-aliens-abduction/

MYSTERIOUS SURGEONS

Outrageous phantom killers have gripped the imagination of men for centuries; be they fictionalized accounts such as Bran Striker’s 1897 humanoid-bat DRACULA (vampires allegedly would eat dead bodies [necrophagism] and mutilate corpses to induce sexual excitement [necrosadism]), or the actual 1888 phantom ”lady butcher” of London, Jack the Ripper.  But even brasher than more popular episodes of California’s Zodiac Killer or the Charles Manson massacre, there has been raging animal mutilations that would put these historical perversions to shame.

From one end of America to the other, including foreign countries of Sweden, Puerto Rico, Africa, and Canada, cattle, dogs, sheep, chickens and other types of animals have been found with their sexual organs skillfully removed, limbs taken by mysterious surgeons, udders, eyeballs, ears, and heads butchered. In many cases, the blood had been drained leaving little or none in the bodies.  In one case, no incision could be found in a dog whose heart was missing.

In Puerto Rico, long teeth-like incisions had been in bloodless bodies of chickens, sheep, dogs, and cattle. Hearts were taken from cattle in Sweden.

TYPICAL MUTILATIONS EVERYWHERE

Unusual animal deaths had been noted in the past. Snippy, a pet horse belonging to Mr. and Mrs. Berle Lewis, was found near Alamosa, Colorado on September 7, 1967. Every shred of flesh was missing from the animal’s neck and skull. A perfectly smooth, precisely cut area was above the neck bone, which also was protruding from the center. No blood was found. A three-foot-tall Chico bush had been crushed within three inches of the ground. For a 10-foot radius around the bush, the sandy ground appeared to have been smoothed out. A Geiger counter indicated radioactivity around the dead animals.  Later, Mrs. Lewis ’s boots were found to have been contaminated from radioactivity and palm of her had begun to turn red and a burning sensation after touching Snippy. Fifteen tapering, circular “marks” were found in the area and more flattened brush.  Six indentations were found two-inches across, four-inches deep, and formed a circle in diameter.

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Similarly, in 1975, Dr. Rodney Walker, zoo veterinarian of the Cheyenne Mountain zoo, discovered a mutilated bison. The bison’s udder, right ear, and sex organs had been removed with surgical skill.

A calf was found five miles south of Glenwood, Colo., and the tongue and rectum had been surgically removed. There were absolutely no tracks. The calf was 600 yards from the corral containing the mother. There was no way the animal would have walked through the new alfalfa without leaving a track, except where the animal went down.

Francis Cook of Yoder lost two spring bull calves of about 400-pounds. Their blood had been drained and their sex organs are taken with no sign of blood in the vicinity. The tail also was cut from one of them.

A 1200-1300-pound Hereford cow was found southeast of Sterling with the tongue cut out, lower jaw peeled away, and the rectal area of the animal mutilated. Another 600-pound animal was killed and two patches of skin were cut away. The rectal area has been mutilated. A patch of hide and skin were found which showed definite cut marks of some sort as if cut at an angle. A pregnant heifer found three miles west of Kiowa, Texas had similar cuts. Its rectal area and udder had been cut out in a “really professional job.” It is suspected that the heifer may have been taken away and mutilated and then the carcass was brought back.

Sheriff Harry L. Graves of Logan County, Colo., was particularly perplexed by a cow whose teeth had been taken by surgical precision. “We’ve had two previous mutilations where one or two teeth have been pulled but we found them in the animal’s mouth, Graves said. “On this one, all the teeth had been cut out with a sharp instrument and we couldn’t find them anywhere.”

Sheriff Graves reported a number of unusual attacks. One mutilated calf was found with radar chaff stuffed inside its mouth. Some chaff was found on the ground along with a small, silver-colored chaff box coded RR112/AL on the top of the box. Major Keck of the Air Force later replied that the number was no code used by the Air Force.

Equally mysterious, Graves reported that a number of autopsied mutilated calves had also succumbed to rare diseases such as peritonitis. In several cows, bacteria of the Clostridium genus were found.  In a few cases, clostridia infection was reported to be the cause of death.

Two cows found in Park County “couldn’t possibly have been where they were found unless they had been dropped from aircraft,” according to Sheriff Norman Howey. The two cows were half of a mile apart in different pastures than the one their owner left them in. “There were no strange tracks or footprints,” Sheriff Howey said. “On top of that, the gate was padlocked.” One cow’s bladder had been “popped” out of its body as if the rectum had been excised from the pressure of the fall.

Sheriff George Yarnell of Elbert County spoke of a typical case where a cow was found with the udder neatly cleaned out leaving only the skin which was tightly packed with several gallons of sand. The teats had been neatly snipped off and arranged in order on the leg.

Forty sheep were found near Leadville, Colorado “riddled with holes.” A sheep rancher said one of his herders told him that an “Army-colored” helicopter flew over one of his herds and sprayed the animals with bullets.

TEXAS

Texas likewise had its share of the bizarre as a few typical cases had revealed. The carcass of an expertly skinned dog was strung by its hind legs to a barbed wire fence, the blood had been drained and its genitals removed.“It was an excellent job of skinning,” he said. “No flesh was torn. There was no remaining hide.  Even the ears had gone off the carcass with the hide.  Even the ears had gone off the carcass with the hide. The tail section also was stripped of any hide.  It’s just a very peculiar situation.” There was no sign of footprints or disturbances.

A calf found north of Sulphur Springs had been split open on the underside from about six inches back of the udder right through the udder, with two teats on one side and two on the other, clean to the brisket between the front legs.

‘The calf had been removed and the womb took out,” rancher Pete Long said. “Half the womb was removed and half pitched over the calf. Then I walked around and noticed the head was cut off and I haven’t seen any trace of it since then.”

A cow found on the Ray Goad farm had the udder and all the surrounding skin gone, removed by a very sharp instrument. The tongue had been also removed and was cut far back in the mouth. All blood vessels and veins were devoid of blood. Only a teaspoon full of clotted blood was found on one side of the heart and a few clots on the underside of the animal.

A large cow was found near Tyler with its seven-month-old fetus removed, and its vulvas and tongue also took. No blood was found around the carcass. Another cow found near Graham had a hole torn in the carcass and the sexual organs pulled out and cut off. Part of the organs was taken from the scene, but the others were left aligned in a neat row by the animal’s stomach. Similarly, a cow found on the Albert Johnson farm had its muzzle cut out along with the tongue in heart-shaped cut and removed in one piece. Four teats were cut off next to an undeveloped udder of the heifer and a perfect circle had been carved under the tail to remove the vagina and rectum together.

The carcasses of two heifers and a horse had been found in the Spring-Cypress Road area. A male calf was found on a ranch five miles northwest of Katy, and Montgomery County officials reported two mutilated cattle. A pig’s head was found on the edge of the Conroe city limits near Stewart Creek. A mutilated heifer was found lying in the center of a perfect-circle near whitespace. The sex organs were gone, and a ‘perfect-circle’ was found by the navel. A similar circle was found in a dead animal a quarter-mile away.  Both ‘circles’ were slightly radioactive.

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Oklahoma had its share of butchering by what could be called the Dracula Clan. A 700-pound cow found the Charles Collins place had its udder removed by a sharp instrument. Muggs Fox, a highway patrolman, said: “It appeared to be pretty smooth cut.”  

A whiteface cow on the Le Roy Schimmel farm had all its sex organs, udder, eyes, and tongue removed. Radiation was detected at the site. A calf examined by a Hugo veterinarian who said: “the work was done on the animal with a knife or a very sharp instrument.” The calf’s left eye had been cut out, both ears cut off, the tongue slashed, the rectum cut and other slashes inflicted. An opening the size of a football had been cut in the three-week-old calf’s navel. Herman Hatch’s calf had its tail severed and its intestines lay near the animal. The calf had a one-foot gash from the rectum downward and its right leg was broken.

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New Mexico had a similar case where radiation was detected. Manual Gomez discovered one of his cows mutilated near Dulce, New Mexico: Its udder and anus had been removed “with a sharp instrument.” Similar to the ‘Snippy” case, tripod-like tracks were discovered nearby and a radiation check found an abnormal amount of radiation in some of those tracks. A yellow substance was also found near the tripod-tracks.  Nearby shrubs appeared to be scorched and dying.  Wild predators refused to approach the cow. A calf that the cow had been nursing was missing.  

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Another typical case was a mutilated cow found on the Raymond Jones farm near Newcastle, Wyoming. The udder had been removed except for one nipple, and the lower lip of the animal had two definite cut marks made by a sharp instrument. The middle of the lips had been taken; the tongue was completely removed. Interestingly, off to the side of the animal was a circle two feet in diameter and the grass at the spot was a bright yellow. “It was almost a perfect circle,” Sheriff Willis Larson said. 

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Cases have been reported in the state of Washington. A mutilated cow was found on the Don Larsen farm in Machias, Washington. The left eye was missing. There was a circular five-inch incision made in the anal area. The rectum and colon had been excised. There was no sign of struggle, though burn marks could be seen. The incisions appeared to have been neatly made.

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A veterinarian near Salem examined a mutilated goat whose blood had been drained and was possibly anesthetized with a needle into one of the arteries. The udder was removed by a single stroke of a very sharp instrument. There were no lacerations in the cut skin—and no blood was on the ground in the area. The butcher showed a high degree of animal anatomy.

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Two mutilated cows were found on a ranch near Belt, Montana. One cow had its bag, teats rectal area and reproductive organs removed, making it possible to look completely through the bag area and out the rectal opening. The hide had been cut with a very sharp instrument and displayed serrations similar to those created with pinking shears.  A mutilated cow near Utica had its testicles and the cords removed.  However, several stones, weighing as much as six or seven pounds each, had been removed from a rock pile and turned over and moved about. A filmy white substance eventually covered the cow. It looked like a cobweb; it was analyzed and found to be petroleum distillate.  In another case, a bull calf was found to have a hole drilled in the back of its head and the brains removed.     

A mutilated cow found near Stockett also had a white filmy substance on the cow’s neck. Extensive tests failed to identify the substance. A mutilated Shetland pony found in Teton County had all its organs removed and two puncture wounds were discovered in the horse’s bruised throat. There was no blood in the body except for two small vials that were recovered. A mutilated cow near Belt was found in a plowed field but no dirt was disturbed and none of the furrows smashed down. Two teats were cut off and the rectal area removed. An incision found under the right leg by a veterinarian who said the opening led all the way to the heart.

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In Minnesota, a number of cases appeared. A horse belonging to Luane Johnson had numerous knife wounds; one ear removed as well as the sex organs. A 400-pound heifer belonging to Frank Schiefelbein near Kimball was found with the eyes, left ear, tongue, and part of the lip taken, and the animal was lying in a perfect circle of bare ground in a snow-covered field in which no footprints could be found anywhere in the area. There was only a meager 20 c.c.s of blood left in the carcass. In another part of Meeker County, a mutilated pig was found inside a barn that had the usual cuts. The owner said his yard-light had gone out for about 20-minutes and then came back on.

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Sheriff Keith Hansen of Carbon County, Utah investigated a case in which the jaw, tongue, heart, and lung were taken from a cow and the blood drained. A University of Utah medical examiner said the incisions looked as if they were made by a laser beam.

Frequent reports of helicopters and low-flying planes in mutilation vicinity suggested a possible connection. But in many cases, though the aircraft appeared to be conventional, a close inspection revealed very unconventional behavior.

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PART II

WINGS OVER THE WORLD
Helicopters and things
It’s Christmas 1940, and Everytown resident John Cabal (Raymond Massey) fears that war is imminent. When it breaks out, the war lasts 30 years, destroying the city and ushering in a new dark age of plagues and petty despots. But there is hope in the form of Wings over the World, a group of pacifist scientists and thinkers led by Cabal. Their dream is to build a Utopian society on the ruins of the old. But first, they’ll have to unseat the latest ruling tyrant (Ralph Richardson). Things to Come  (Motion picture, April 17, 1936). 
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Boss: “They have to come to earth sometime. What is this World Communications?  A handful of men like ourselves. They are not magic.”

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The Carol Werkmeister family discovered a mutilated cow on their farm on November 12, 1974. The cow had typical cuts. It was during a conversation with sheriff deputy Bernard Staib that unmarked helicopters in the area were mentioned. Mrs. Werkmeister said they had been visited by one strange copter on November 13 about 8:35 p.m. as it moved very slowly over their farm. They later discovered other neighbors had been buzzed by the copter; the navigational lights didn’t seem in the accepted positions.  Sheriff Staib previously tried to track these helicopters through airports and air bases but with no luck.

During April 1975, a mutilated Angus cow was found on the Chester Gourley farm in Carrollton, Illinois. The left ear had been removed. The left rear and left front teats were amputated. The left rear and left front teats were amputated. The anterior tip of the tongue had also been cut off. The left eyeball was punctured.

Gourley mentioned a strange motor sound the night before and also mentioned that relatives in nearby Brighton had reported mysterious helicopters the week before.

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Phillis Beutell and her son Randy witnessed an unmarked utility helicopter that came out of a field of Angus cattle. Several weeks before the mutilation, the copter buzzed the whole area and was witnessed by neighbors Alf Wilson, Clifford Beilsmith and Ralph Macaffe. Macaffe said the occupants of the copter wore heavy sunglasses and were smiling mischievously when they swooped down and buzzed the cows. When Randy counted heads a day later, one cow was missing. The Wilsons also remarked that a large unmarked white cargo-type helicopter was seen earlier to have taken off from the Beuttel property and then disappeared.

James Stevenson of Meadowlark farm near Percy, Illinois, reported daytime sightings of unmarked helicopters buzzing his property. Sheriff Louis Layton said the southern Illinois area had numerous reports of “green helicopters with no markings” three days prior to the discovery of missing cattle in the area. Copters were seen going northwest and also near Red Bud, Illinois.

Likewise, Margaret Stone reported a helicopter sound that scared her cattle at Jonesboro, Illinois. It lasted for 30-minutes. She also heard the noise of a truck starting and changing gears about six times, as if hauling a heavy load.

A rancher who lives about 16-miles northeast of Kiowa, Colorado, saw a red-white helicopter land about a quarter-mile from his house on a high knoll, but it took off before the farmer could get to it. A heifer belonging to Jim Russell had been mutilated and the blood drained. They had looked for the cow days before, but suddenly it was found.  “I’d been by that spot several times,’ said Mrs. Russell, “and you’d think I would have seen her.” The animal’s neck was twisted and a hind leg was broken “as if she had been dropped.” Coyotes wouldn’t touch the animal.

The Cascade County, Montana Sheriff’s Department had received reports of several such copters. The wife of a former deputy reported that she heard a machine noise approaching one night; it became very loud as if it were located in their backyard. Two beams of light came into the room where she was babysitting and lit up the entire room: one red beam and one white. Then the noise dropped to a lower patch and the lights went out. The family dog didn’t bother to bark. A neighbor reported that next day that he had also seen the series of red lights that flashed near the ground and then go out. Three days later a lady near Belt reported that a helicopter flew over her house at tree-top-level and circled her sheep. The craft was navy blue with yellow lettering.

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Deputy Arne Sad of Fort Shaw heard a helicopter sound in September of 1975 as he drove west of Great Falls.  He stopped the car to look but was unable to see anything.  The sound passed directly over him, but he could see no copter.

A ranch couple later reported a copter near Chouteau which turned off its lights and flew away. Ten days later several helicopters with spotlights were reported flying over missile sites near Lewistown. No official agency reported copters out in that area. Undersheriff Jim Shelton of Judith Basin County also reported two mutilated cows in his area and he also reported that unidentified helicopters had been seen about the same time. One cow had apparently been killed between 3:30 and 4 p.m. A green chopper had also been seen circling the area between 4:30 and 5 p.m. Two choppers were reported running together at night–and yellow, green and silver choppers with no numbers had also been reported.

A man camping in Moose Creek Canyon southeast of Great Falls said a helicopter came through the canyon so low that it vibrated his mobile trailer, but he couldn’t see it.  Similarly, a man in Teton County said that he and his two sons watched a helicopter hover over his cattle one evening but there was no noise. The craft had red and blue lights.

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Phantom aircraft with flight maneuvers similar to helicopters were observed within the vicinity of Minuteman missile sites. Chouteau and Teton Counties had similar reports.  But none of the objects appeared on Air Force radar screens. Malmstrom Air Force Base did scramble jet fighters in an unsuccessful attempt to identify the objects. The copters were flying in very windy conditions.

“Dan” witnessed a large helicopter about to land. On its side was a large silver star; the copter had many windows. “It was like a flying boxcar,” said “Dan,” and he and his father witnessed the copter rise and disappear.

Mr. and Mrs. Cromwell of Tujunga., California witnessed a helicopter that rose over a nearby canyon. Several people watched the copter that rose to about 1,200 feet, and the saw a bright object above the copter: an object of vari-colored lights with a top of vibrant blue-green, a middle of white and the bottom, a glowing red. The copter changed shape from round to diamond to chevron and then into a classic saucer shape. The copter sped off–then two copters returned about 11:00 p.m. flying in tandem. The object disappeared in the west and so did the choppers.

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Usually, where animals are mutilated, a host of Fortean or “odd” phenomena occur: flying saucers, UFOs, hairy monsters, mystery aircraft, strange cat, and even strange people and creatures are seen. 

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When an oval-shaped object was seen hovering over a field in Enfield, Connecticut at 9:30 a.m. on March 4, 1975, a helicopter was also reported flying close to the object which emitted blue, green, and red light. No one could identify the copter.

When Ray Hawks sighted a UFO at Boulder, Colorado, reportedly in trouble as it wobbled in the air, a helicopter made an appearance. The object appeared to be two concave discs of dull aluminum that rectified its problem and disappeared into the clouds. Later, a supposed Air Force helicopter came to the spot, and a military colonel and a major were alleged to have told Hawks to tell the newspapers that the UFO would return. Hawks said that he would appear to be crazy if he said such a thing, but the military men insisted he should tell of the incident “to prevent public panic.”

When a UFO “flap” occurred in the Point Pleasant area of West Virginia in 1966, a large ape-like “bird,” labeled the Mothman, occurred along with reports of flying bats and strange persons. Lonnie McDaniel reported stories of animal deaths:

“In all cases, some internal organs had been removed—but never was there an incision or scar of injury.

“A dog was handed into the police station.  It had been found dead but with no injuries.  When it was examined, its heart was found to be missing—but there was no incision, no sign of surgery.  Its heart was just gone.”

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UFOs often take an interest in animals. John Beer of Larnel, Kansas reported a large white light about 9:00 p.m. on February 1972 which hovered over the cattle corral on his farm. The object eventually disappeared. The next day the two bottom wires on the corral were found to be busted, and the milk cows had burned spots or ‘circles’ on them. Similarly, Kevin, Bevin and Curtis Ercanbrach reported a UFO inspecting a dead cow from the air in the Uintah Basin area of Nevada.

When an extremely bright UFO was reported in Wanaque, New Jersey on October 11, 1966, upon its disappearance another variety of UFO appeared:

“There were aircraft all over the place after this thing disappeared. But nobody know where they came from,” said Police Sargent Ben Thompson.“There were seven helicopters and, I would say, ten or twelve jets.

“They were very fast aircraft—and they kept circling the whole area. Stewart Air Force Base, which is the closest to the area, claims that they didn’t send anybody down here.  No planes or anybody.  Nothing.”

A high radiation reading was later discovered in the area. A “government investigator” made an appearance at the local high school and instructed witnesses that they saw no jets and helicopters. There wasn’t any official record of such a man, and the source of the aircraft could not be discovered.

When mutilated cattle were discovered in Fremont, Blaine, Nez Perce, Bonneville, Adams and other counties in Idaho, people began to speculate that helicopters reported being the blame. Sheriff Terry Thompson and Deputy Craig Rinehart doubted copters were used because the noise could be heard for five miles, and their office had no helicopter reports. However, Thompson did report that three or four UFOs had been seen in the Junipers north of the Elgin Snake River bottoms and west of Chester. Other farmers reported low-flying, high –winged planes over the Wilford area. The farmers reported that only low-winged planes are used for crop dusting. 

A mysterious black helicopter plagued a trailer court in the Elizabethtown of Pennsylvania during March of 1976. The Christina Lee family said a small, marked black helicopter buzzed the Nelson Trailer Court. A “low sound” helicopter was reported flying about the Charlie Firnekas farm near Midwest, Wyoming. Firnekas reported UFOs on several dates. Range detective Jim Zimmerschied said that cattle had been mutilated in the area. Zimmerschied said that a “mystery truck” with varied-lights moved through the woods. When mutilated cattle were found in the Cedar County area of Nebraska, mystery choppers were there also. “There have been nighttime sightings of helicopters, two of them verified,” said Sheriff Herbert Thompson.“We’ve had reports of night-landings too, although those have not been confirmed.”

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Mutilated cattle were found within two to three days after the two confirmed helicopter sightings—one within half a mile of an area where the aircraft had been seen.

Two low-flying aircraft buzzed Robert Smith of the rural crescent, Iowa while he drove his tractor on his farm. One was a black twin-engine plane, and the other a white helicopter. Neither craft had serial numbers.

“They were close enough that I could see a guy get out of the helicopter and brace himself on a railing,” Smith said. “He was firing a handgun. I could see dirt fly from the bullets hitting the ground, so I put the tractor out of gear and dove to the ground.”

Airports had no data on the aircraft, though Smith said they both made numerous passes over his cornfield all spring.

Mark, Idaho was also visited by a mystery helicopter. One witness, Rev. Albert Lambeth, said: “Shortly before 1:00 a.m. Tuesday, I woke up when the intercom picked up a conversation. There was plenty of use of the Lord’s name in vain and a comment that something ‘is a damned shame.’

“I jumped out of bed, thinking there was a break-in at the station and called Farley.  But when we got to the station, everything was normal. So we figured we had picked up a two-way radio signal—that’s happened before.” Farley and Lambeth recalled a “suspicious car” in town earlier that evening (Mark has a population of 20 people).  They both drove out on Davis County Road, and about a mile southeast of town, they came across a “mystery helicopter.”

After a copter scarred cattle on the Francis Jones’s farm, the Iowa State Patrol tried to trail the copter, notifying the Missouri State Patrol that the craft was coming their way, but the copter never arrived.

Dan Richley of Lynchburg, Ohio noted a star-like object on September 26, 1974, about 10:00 p.m. that pulsated colors. Bother Walter Richley and son got into their white pickup truck and shinned a portable searchlight on the object. Suddenly, a red beam came down and engulfed them and the truck. The light disappeared over the horizon. Both pet dogs went crazy during the incident. The following night at 11:00 p.m. Dan heard a terribly loud noise outdoors near the barn.

A calf had died of seemingly natural causes on a Simms, Montana farm. After a few days, a UFO was observed hovering over the animal: a white bean-shaped object with a red top. The object turned upside down before it left the spot. It was later discovered that the calf had its udder surgically removed. The UFO returned the next day to again inspect the cow and finally disappeared.

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Darlene Underwood and her mother observed two lights that buzzed a train on April 1, 1966 outside of Liberty, Missouri. One of the lights landed on a hill while the other circled, buzzing the train, and then hovered over a tree, dimming its ‘lights’ until the train was gone. The other object rose from the hill, and then both “ducked” behind the hill.  Suddenly, both objects appeared again and ‘landed’ on the hill. Mrs. Underwood said she could hear two men shouting at each other in a foreign language.  The sounds of a pig being butchered could also be heard.  Both women were afraid to approach any closer; however, they could see the shadow of the men moving about. 

A mutilated cow found on the Raymond Jones farm near Newcastle, Wyoming was accompanied by a circle two-foot in diameter to one side, and the grass was a bright yellow at the site. “It was almost a perfect circle,” Weston County Sheriff Willis Larson said. The next night a Newcastle woman reported seeing a flying object west of town; Larson and others saw it too within the mutilation vicinity. “It looked like an orange-colored light,” said Larson. “It was big in the front and tapered down.”

Mutilation areas, as pointed out, are not just UFO “hotbeds”—they are also hosted to strange phenomena.

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PART III

TRUCKS, HAIRY MONSTERS, STRANGE PEOPLE    

“At one point there was supposed to be kind of an occult significance as to whether the left ear or the right ear was missing. People would look over what they thought were surgically precise cuts that were made on the side of the animal to see if they represented some kind of an occult symbol.  And then you’ve got the quasi-scientific explanation, which is that these body parts are being biopsied, and they’re being moved by extraterrestrials. I think the UFO explanation now seems to have gotten somewhat old. Now maybe if I were out in the Great Plains, I would find a lot of people out there who were still talking about the “black helicopters.”  The black helicopters were what the aliens used to commit the mutilations and biopsy the animals. And that generated a tremendous amount of rumors and beliefs, all because it was obvious that [the helicopters] were not made by humans because they were silent. A silent helicopter was obviously an alien spacecraft.  I think that all of these will be seen against the ground of real suspicion of the federal government, because they all come with the proposition that the government knows a great deal more about what’s going on than they’re letting on, and the reason they’re not telling you why these mutilations are taking place is because they don’t want you to know.” Bill Ellis, Professor of English and American Studies at Penn State Hazelton, Modern Farmer, Andy Wright, September 11, 2014

When mutilated cattle were reported in the White Meadow Lake area of New Jersey, motorists traveling on Rural Route 15 during October of 1976 were horrified to see dozens of parts of dismembered cows. Heads and entrails were strewn on the roadway for more than a mile. Since the parts appeared near the truck-gate to the United States Army Picatinny Arsenal, the Army was ordered to clean themes up. The Army disavowed any ownership to the slaughter.

People in the area also reported hearing underground construction work and subterranean machinery. There was also the noise of a truck ascending a hill but “never reaching the top.”   A housewife reported a loud, very low-flying helicopter in the area but the area was encompassed in a dense fog. Another resident reported truck sounds in the area going back several years. Beeps, baby cries, howls, unusual footprints, and giant creatures were also reported. One housewife told about a man driving his car to the edge of the woods and taking a sack from his car—removing two legs of a horse and tossing them into the woods before driving away.   In the same area, a dead deer was found with its body “torn open.”

UFOs were replete throughout the area. One resident told about a triangular UFO silently moving and hovering above the tree line. They also observed brilliant flashes about the trees and houses on several evenings. Harmonized orange or white lights traveled across the sky on other evenings.  One glowing light appeared to have landed but the spot could not be found.

Hairy monsters were seen several times. Two children were confronted by a hairy beast with bloody eyes near the White Meadow Lake. Teenagers saw the creature later about a quarter-mile away. Huge three-toed footprints were found. On another occasion, a towering greenish creature with scales was seen along Interstate 80.

In Montana mutilation territory, a large hairy creature was seen standing on the shoulder of Interstate 15 five-miles west of Great Falls. The creature was very wide at the shoulders, about eight-foot tall but didn’t leave any tracks. Leonard Hegele and family also saw a hairy creature off Interstate 15. Hegele gave chase but stopped when the creature stood to face him. Two creatures were reported east of Rainbow Dam along the river. Vaughn, Ulm, and other areas also had creature reports.  The Tennessee area was permeated with “Big Foot” reports during 1976-1977, alongside UFO reports. One witness saw a creature with a rabbit in its mouth and a large Bob Cat as the creatures accompanying ‘pet.’ “MoMo,” the Louisiana, Missouri monster, stalked the area amid UFO reports in July 1972.  In January 1975, a mutilated cow as found in nearby Foley, Missouri. The UFO Study Group of Greater St. Louis made numerous road-trips and Sky Watches; Steve Erdmann was a member on several occasions, and did, indeed, see UFOs. 

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AUTOMOBILES AND STRANGE THINGS
‘FLAP’ AREAS ARE HOTBEDS

Station wagons, jeeps, trucks that are never identified are also reported.

Clayton Dozier and some of his neighbors found a mutilated 300-pound bull calf on his farm—all three reproductive organs of the bull had been removed by what appeared to be a sharp instrument. Ainsworth, Nebraska investigators said the animal had a “petroleum substance” in its stomach. Interestingly, a helicopter had been reported refueling from a pickup truck in the area. The truck and copter were soon gone before anyone could apprehend them. On the afternoon of the 18th of March, 1977, an early model light-cream-colored vehicle was reported in the Machias, Washington area in which two men accompanied a Doberman Pincher. The slow-moving vehicle went around a corner and about 15-minutes later returned without the dog: the dog had been mutilated along Dubuque Road—cleanly severed in two behind the rib cage. The back legs and its back half could not be found. There was no evidence of blood and the chest cavity was clean and whitish in color.

In the northern part of the Mojave Desert of southern California, hairy beasts were reported to descend from UFOs in the summer of 1973. The UFOs were described as torpedo-shaped and glowing. The creatures were said to ‘amble off’ when they touched the ground.  Later, on July 25, witnesses again tracked hairy creatures in the desert and flatlands area. This time, a convoy of blue trucks carrying military people came and herded a creature into one truck.

“The trucks, which from our vantage point, seemed to bear no identifiable markings, drove almost directly to the Joshua Grove, and the figures of men surrounded the area,” said one witness from the Western Society for the Explanation of the Unexplained.  “A figure, apparently a man, was carrying a powerful light and moved in a hurried manner toward the creature. He seemed to make a violet back-and-forth motion with the light as if directing the creature to come to him.”  The creature let out an anguished cry and entered the truck.  Minutes later, several men swept the area with a flood light, and the witnesses then fled.

Following several mutilations in the Lindale, Texas area, law enforcement officers began looking for a later-model Ford Mustang with an antenna on top of the automobile. The vehicle also had a dealer’s tag. Three people were to have been seen in or near the auto by a motorist on Farm Road 16 east of Lindale. Two persons were seen across a fence in a pasture and, as the motorist stopped, they turned, facing the road—they appeared to be wearing white smocks and butcher’s aprons.   One was reported to be carrying a machete-type knife and the other carrying what looked like a rifle. A third man rose up in the back seat of the car and faced the witnesses, at which point the motorist sped away.

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Gerald Peterson of Viking Township, Minnesota found a mutilated cow on his property on the 27th of September, 1974.  Approximately one week before the incident, Peterson noted a light-colored station wagon on a road near his property.

Boot prints, jeep tire marks, and gunshot wounds are also part of the mutilations.

Cattle found in Ottawa County Kansas had been hit with a high-powered rifle before it was mutilated.  An 1100-pound Holstein found east of Roxbury, Kansas was mutilated and tire and boot prints in the snow were found a short distance away.

The mutilation scenario is replete with all variety and types of odd happenings.

Cattle found mutilated in a mud ditch with no signs of struggle or mud marks. Cattle dropped into ponds with broken legs, hammer marks on the bodies, scalpels left behind—and some kind of ceremonial site was found near Butte, Montana: an alter the sight had ISIS FAVOR US: MOTHER OF MOON, LOVER OF GOODNESS. Likewise, Tom Robinson, a Wilford, Idaho farmer found a white plague with black lettering and a temple-shaped object in its center on a telephone pole at the time of a ‘flap.’ A similar sign was found in Chester.

Two Forest Service guards in Blain County, Idaho watched cattle on the Forest Service property. One guard noted two men dressed in body-length-black-hooded robes walking about 50-yards from him. The taller of the two men carried a hog. Both men preferred to walk in the willows avoiding roads, and acted as if they wanted to avoid detection. The cattle in the area had become very quiet during this time.

In September of 1976, a boy was fishing alone on the Cheyenne River near Kindred, North Dakota and he spotted a figure dressed in a long white robe. Similar reports of persons dressed in black robes carrying candles along County Highway 46 were reported in North Dakota.  White-robed people carrying candles ere reported in the Valley City area. Kindred Mayor Jerry Salveson told about a bull which died on the Rodney Lee farm unknown causes.

Two mystery men invaded a feedlot southwest of Sterling, Colorado in August of 1976, a previous mutilation site. Ranchers said: “They didn’t move like humans, they seemed to glide.” The sheriff was summoned but could find nothing—and no footprints could be found.

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One of the most bizarre reports came from Arlen R. Box who said a helicopter came over a field near Henderson, Texas on a day when cattle had been mutilated. Box watched from his tractor as the coal-black copter “with no one at the controls” flew over him “like a bat out of hell.” Several days later as he drove his pickup, he witnessed a “black creature coming out of a pine grove—it seemed black,” he said, “and I swear, it had wings” because the creature flew up to the copter before the craft disappeared.

In almost every state and some foreign territories, Swamp Things, Wall Bangers, Night Screamers, Giant Lizards, Hairy Dwarves and other monsters are reported and animals killed. The phenomenon has persisted from the 1970s down to the present day.

 TO THE PRESENT DAY       

Listverse had an insightful article and chronology of the continued mutilations happening globally.

Marcus Lowth, June 29, 2016.  https://listverse.com/2016/06/29/10-modern-day-accounts-of-animal-mutilations/

Writing for the New York Post, September 5, 2016, Ben Mezrich (following the investigations of Chuck Zuklowski), uncovered the strange consistency of mutilations over the years leading up to the current time:

Even more terrifying, incidents like this had been going on for more than fifty years — this exact same scene had been witnessed and documented on ranches all over Colorado, as well as in New Mexico, Arizona, Utah and many other places — decade after decade.
“What had occurred on Glenda’s 〈a farmer’s〉 ranch — as violent and horrifying as it was — was part of a phenomenon made up of more than ten thousand individual incidents, in a half-dozen states — all of them completely unexplained.”
https://nypost.com/2016/09/05/the-shocking-truth-behind-the-10000-animal-mutilations-in-americas-heartland/.

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Anna Hopkins of the Dailymail.com (June 29, 2017) concurred (following the investigations of researchers Christopher O’Brien and Linda Moulton Howe).   Mutilations were discovered as recently as 2016 in Kansas.  O’Brien points out that since 2002, about 4,000 mutilations were found just in South America.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-4651410/Cattle-mutilation-40-YEARS-stumps-FBI-farmers.html

Sputnik News (February 8, 2017) interviewed Chuck Zukowski who has been investigating the mutilations (along with  Linda Howe and other investigators such as Nick Pope [formerly of the UK Ministry of Defense]),  through to its present modern era, and discovered mutilations followed the same consistent pattern of bizarre mysteriousness today.

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“The cattle mutilation mystery is extremely disturbing, and there are many different theories, including predator activity, Satanists, secret military experiments, and extraterrestrial activity. The theory about military involvement makes no sense, because government scientists already have a facility where animal testing is carried out, so they would have had no need to conduct additional, illegal testing.  However, I was not able to find a definitive explanation during my government work,” Nick Pope told Sputnik.
https://sputniknews.com/us/201708011056085483-animal-mutilation-aliens-abduction/.

In many modern cases artificial mutilations are evident, and in one or two cases, traces of materials were analyzed that might indicate chemical injections.
http://www.theblackvault.com/casefiles/analysis-vitreous-fluid-cow-8-mutilated-april-7-2003-valparaiso-nebraska/.

WHENCE THE CLAN?

There are six broad theories as to who is behind the mutilations:

— A highly sophisticated and wealthy clan of Satanists, including the Central Intelligence Agency and other Deep State officials and professional people, including psychiatrists on down to farmers that are dedicated to bringing about the Biblical Armageddon.

— Our U.S government, possibly, along with other governments, are involved in psychological warfare on the citizenry. Theorists remind us of the recent disclosures about the Central Intelligence Agency’s involvement with Mind Control during the 1950s-1960s. The Army Missile Command was also awarded contracts in 1975 to develop laser weapons. HELAW (helicopter mounted laser weapons) were being built by Bell, Boeing, and TRW.  INLAW (Infantry laser weapons) was another program. There have been many clandestine government programs. The late scientist Dr. Leon Davidson was an advocate of this theory that government intelligence agencies had a part in creating the UFO mystery. Some researchers, utilizing ‘all‘ the information, have suggested that a hidden “break-away society” is also behind this and involved in some kind of ‘alliance’ with the phenomena.

Artist Depictions of the Hidden ‘Break-away Society.’

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— The government is sponsoring secret germ warfare programs using livestock and other animals as a nationwide, even global, laboratory. Upon autopsy, many cattle were found infected with germs. If this theory is true, it has worldwide implications because mutilations were found, for example, in Puerto Rico where ducks, goats, rabbits, geese, cows, pigs, dogs, and cats were found mutilated (allegedly caused by a mythical creature from atomic experiments).

— Visitors from outer space using helicopters and other terrestrial craft as “disguises,” going about collecting animal tissues, limbs, and blood (also terrifying citizens for unknown reasons). A case is mentioned of a March 1967 UFO which chased a Red Cross bloodmobile driver Beau Shertzer near Huntington, West Virginia. An arm came down from the craft as it hovered over the mobile vehicle, and a nurse saw another arm with pincher-like devices.  An oncoming auto scared the mechanical vampire away.

— A “specialized” version of haunting. The general abnormal phenomena that are possibly connected are but “ghost” phenomena or apparitions similar to what happens in poltergeist activity or séances and Spiritism. A sci-fi theory is that this activity is a manifestation of our subconscious taking control in a physical ‘format’ at times—and advocates point to the ID Beast from the book and movie THE FORBIDDEN PLANET.

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Several deputies in one county decided to “stake out” 640 square acres during the night. Farmers and ranchers helped close off roads and set-up the required surveillance. Alternate communication systems were used so that calls could be monitored. All cars were stopped and checked in the back roads. When morning arrived, and nothing seemed to have happened, one deputy received a call from a farmer who found a mutilated horse near the center of the 640-acre “target section.” A quarter horse had been drained of blood with several puncture wounds in the chestThere were no tracks.

— A combination of all of the above in some synchronized Jungian Meaningful Coincidence.

A NEW WORLD ORDER

What we have here may best be described, in the words of author Joseph Farrell[1], as the “enemy that is everywhere and nowhere.” Others have given it various titles, such as The New World Oder or the “Illuminati.” Adventofdeception.com, “The Illuminati Evil Earthly Organization,” describes it thus:

“Humans thrive on power, domination, and secretiveness. The evil Illuminati structure of hierarchy resembles the pyramid, beginning with the ‘file and rank,’ informers, runners, etc., rising to the top councils of the ‘Grand Drude Council’ and the ‘Olympians,’ the mind-controlling professionals.
“This is a short overview of the Illuminati and that covert and direct mind control is occurring around the world. There’s tons of information on the Internet about the Illuminati. Through detailed research, the reader will understand the deep level of darkness that this world is subjected to. Within this realm of humans—the light is void out and replaced with direct satanic worship. Royalty and wealth are a captivating lifestyle, though the path of Luciferian darkness will crouch at the door.”

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The World of Pedophilia Exposed

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The Infamous World of Child Scandal

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I Called Everyone in Jeffrey Epstein’s Little Black Book

Click the highlighted text for more. Jeffrey Epstein’s little black book is one of the most cursed documents ever compiled in this miserable, dying country. Totaling 97 pages and containing the names, numbers, and addresses of a considerable cross section of the global elite, Epstein’s personal contact book first turned up in a courtroom in … Continue readingI Called Everyone in Jeffrey Epstein’s Little Black Book

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“Women and possibly even children lured into the program were then convinced to sign up for a more ‘advanced program’ called Dominus Obsequious Sororium, which required them to basically turn their lives over to the leader, Raniere. Dominus Obsequious Sororium is a quasi-Latin phrase that roughly translates to ‘Master Over The Slave Women.’ In this case, sex slaves.”

Above quote from the below article:

https://www.collective-evolution.com/2020/08/13/the-billionaire-bronfman-family-implicated-in-nxivms-hollywood-sex-cult/?fbclid=IwAR3_rCNG0lNWBmiJVKWiwSRZPLfFXhKdhsY6-IpP44q4EW8WSf5hlh49J5w

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“These stories fit a pattern, and not just the pattern common to all sex crimes allegations — the shame, the gas-lighting, the fear you won’t be believed — but also the pattern common to testimonies about a systemic problem: the coordination, the law of silence, the coverups.
“And just as striking as these allegations is the deafening silence that surrounds them.”
The above quote from the below article:
https://theweek.com/articles/731375/hollywood-sitting-pedophilia-scandal
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PEGGY MCMARTIN BUCKEY AND HER SON RAY BUCKEY DURING THEIR TRIAL IN 1987. THEY WERE ACCUSED OF SATANIC CHILD ABUSE BUT EVENTUALLY ACQUITTED IN WHAT BECAME THE MOST EXPENSIVE CRIMINAL TRIAL IN US HISTORY. 
“Pedophilia is a real threat. Officials have caught large-scale pedophile rings far more often than one might think, and some of them have involved famous individuals and cover-ups. To many, it is a uniquely evil crime; someone who sexually abuses a child seems capable of anything. But fear of pedophiles can be weaponized and used to whip up mobs that don’t want to wait for solid evidence of wrongdoings to emerge, lest unspeakable horrors go unchecked. In many ways, it is an ideal tool for mobilizing small but highly vocal pockets of opposition against one’s enemies, as it can co-opt some people with genuine fears about child trafficking into perpetuating smear and harassment campaigns. It also offers those who are already predisposed to believing terrible things about the accused more license to hate. Accusations of pedophilia are often taken extremely seriously by law enforcement as well: In 2014, for instance, British police launched a multimillion-dollar investigation into a number of individuals, some of them national politicians, based on one man’s accusations, which turned out to be utterly baseless.”
Above quote from the below article:
https://www.vice.com/en_us/article/59vgwa/the-strange-centuries-long-history-of-satanic-pedophile-panics
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“The study could nonetheless lead to difficult questions for the Tor support community. And it could also dramatically shift the larger public conversation around the Dark Web. Law enforcement officials and politicians including New York Senator Chuck Schumer have railed against the use of Tor to enable online drug sales on a mass scale, with little mention of child abuse. “
The above quote from the below article:
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“I do believe there is an occult or metaphysical system of control that affects us all,” Keel said. “The exact nature and purpose of this system is probably indefinable and definitely incomprehensible. To simplify everything in a few words: The intelligence behind this system of control doesn’t give a shit about individual human beings.”
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“Both of those possibilities are eerie.  By one account, Shaver during his wandering years was arrested for vagrancy, but the hallucination of a beautiful woman that he had been experiencing also appeared to a jail guard who was persuaded to release Shaver.  Are shared delusions that powerful?  Somewhere between psychedelic drug effects, hypnosis, and very good storytelling could lie a kind of magic power to conjure hallucinations in another person’s mind. Yet make them so indelible that they stay there.
“Us creative people worry about this sort of thing.  It’s a power that’s fun to play with for about five minutes until, Sorcerer’s Apprentice, it gets out of control.  Maybe it was never under our control to begin with.”
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https://geekydomain.com/the-shaver-mystery-an-account-of-congruent-insanity/

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“The Australian Associated Press reported that Tokputza, 31, pleaded guilty to 50 counts of abuse of 11 babies and children — one just 15 months old — between 2011 and 2018.
“‘You are a child’s worst nightmare, you are every parent’s horror, you are a menace to the community,’ Judge Liesl Chapman said in Adelaide.”
Above quote from the below article:
https://www.cbsnews.com/news/pedophilia-ring-dark-web-interpol-operation-blackwrist-thailand-us-australia-children-rescued/
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“There is a deep and hidden place on the Internet in which all the horror of our planet, all the atrocities of the world, all the evil that the mind can ever conceive, and all the possible wickedness of the human being is just a click away.”
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https://www.lavocedinewyork.com/en/news/2020/07/18/paying-to-watch-the-torture-and-death-of-a-child-online-the-hell-of-the-deep-web/?fbclid=IwAR2GMWTrC2C-KPCTAKQXA75T1oKNaF36xnsXml9KkBnQCUB9hFAHFD5q0XA
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