The true
seeker of knowledge strives for truth, and is not content with common opinion,
but soars with undimmed and unwearied passion until he grasps the essential
nature of things.
Plato 490 B.C.
And thus I
clothe my naked villany/ with old odd ends stolen forth from holy writ/ And
seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
William Shakespeare, Richard
III, Act I, Scene 3
Rape, murder/
It’s just a kiss away… Gimme
Shelter, Jagger/Richards
There are so many vectors of attack that the
inquisitive investigator can launch when this particular time of year rolls
around, so many connections to make, so many roads to choose. One could start with the infamous Mothman
sightings, which were in full swing in Point Pleasant, West Virginia during
this season in 1966.
There are the
notoriously strange, and deadly, encounters with flying craft and lights in
1977, starting in October, and sending the fishermen and citizens of Colares,
Brazil at the mouth of the Amazon, fleeing into the night for their lives. The Brazilian military even investigated,
taking reams of both film and photographic evidence, the best of which was
subsequently appropriated by a large American, spooked-up “conglomerate”
according to Jacques Vallee in his important book Confrontations. Evidence obviously, which has never seen the
light of day, and likely never will.
Below are some from Operation Prato, that got left behind.
Also
descending at Christmastime was whatever happened in 1980 over three nights in
Rendlesham Forest, at the American military base at RAF Bentwaters. Involving no less than dozens of U.S.
military and security officers, this case remains serious and highly mysterious
in the extreme to this day, eventually even pulling the likes of the ominous
National Security Agency into its vortex.
One of the first security officers on the scene the first night of
multiple sightings of non-ballistic aeroforms and lights, both on the ground
and in the sky, and also witness again the very next one, John Burroughs,
recently appeared before a Congressional panel in a desperate plea for the
release of his medical records from that time period. They have been blocked to such an extent behind military secrecy
and NSA screens that even the Veterans Administration and Senator John McCain,
both intervening on his behalf, have been disallowed access. It seems Burroughs is currently experiencing
congestive heart failure at the end of a long road of numerous health problems
all stemming from whatever he was exposed to on those nights in 1980 – the
heart failure itself being diagnosed as originating from proximity to an
“unknown type of radiation.” Security
officer Larry Warren was there also and was the one individual responsible for
whistleblowing all of this back in 1983, first in Omni magazine, then finally
in a book co-authored with the excellent investigative journalist Peter
Robbins, Left At East Gate. This case
involves some serious side effects; including the altering of time and space
and possibly what we even perceive as reality itself, and is far too enormous
in scope to tackle in this posting currently, but it will be undertaken soon,
because it is that important, and its connections fragment into every dark
corner we’re investigating. Below is a ground photo taken of the lights of the
craft, as well as an artist’s interpretation from eyewitness testimony.
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Case in
point from Peter Robbins: “There’s no way I can describe what’s in the air
there. This place is loaded. In my research of peripheral stuff I found
out, not to my great happiness, because there was more than enough to write
about without going off on tangential issues, that the East Anglia area of
Suffolk, in the southern UK, is by many scholarly accounts the cradle of early
Anglo-Saxon witchcraft, and not that these people listen to heavy metal music,
but there is an awful lot of dark stuff that goes on, and has historically for
hundreds of years in this area. This merely adds to the confusion, the mystification,
and a lot of the creepy mystical stuff that you can use to keep yourself
absolutely in pea soup rather than find any clarity…I was fascinated by one of
the accounts that Larry gave me that when you become a Security police officer,
as he was, with an anti-terrorist specialty on this base, one of the most
secure bases with the most secure areas in our entire NATO facility, that part
of their training to do perimeter patrols and the like was that they were
instructed if they saw figures in areas, some of them even highly restricted
areas, where a normal person would be questioned, called, and if necessary
dealt with in a rather shocking and violent way – that if you saw people in
black robes with candles doing ceremonies and dancing, keep your distance,
don’t question them, don’t call them onto the carpet as it were, just keep
back…that this was actually part of the training.”
Connecting
occult fragments and fingerprints brings us to where we’ll be looking this
month, because all of the above, for all its importance, is only the map drawn
on vapor, bringing with it a certain tricksterish misdirection. A misdirection premeditated and planned by
what lurks behind all of this that we’ve been attempting to glimpse out of the
corners of our eyes. Very few have ever
stared into its face, seen the void, and emerged on the other side to warn
us. Fewer still are taken seriously and
not hung out to dry on the almighty mainstream altars of
‘it-couldn’t-happen-here’ or ‘you’re nuts.’
In the
frigid cold of December 26, 1996, Detective Linda Arndt, to her horror, made a
discovery. She knelt and glimpsed,
fleetingly, the outline of the undiscovered country. It remains hidden to most throughout their lives because even
when confronted with it, most choose to live in denial. Such is the monumental
nature of the discovery, and the scope of monstrosity that climbs unbidden into
the psyche. They refuse to listen to
their gut, their instincts. One certain
murder case in Colorado still grips the public like none since Jack the Ripper
it is said.
Wrapped as
it was in Christmas finery (a disguise), Linda Arndt nonetheless felt the true
origins, the unearthing of the pre-Christian and the pagan, when it literally
looked her in the eye. She had been the
only officer on scene for more than 5 hours at the house at 755 15th
Street in Boulder, when she knelt down by the small, frail body of 6-year-old
JonBenet Ramsey that early afternoon.
In so doing, she found herself nose-to-nose with JonBenet’s father, John
Ramsey, who had just carried the body up from the basement. In the only public interview she’s ever
given, with ABC’s Elizabeth Vargas in 1999, Arndt, tellingly, had this to say:
At 8:10 a.m.
she is greeted at the door by John Ramsey.
EV: How did
he strike you?
LA: Cordial.
EV: Upset?
LA: Cordial.
EV: Distraught?
LA: Cordial.
EV: Did it strike you at all that this was unusual
behavior for someone whose child was just kidnapped?
LA: People respond to trauma in different ways, so if
someone has a response that’s different from mine, I’ll just note it.
(Making note of all those curious things throughout the
morning: Mr. and Mrs. Ramsey remained apart, in separate rooms, throughout the
day. John Ramsey took time out to read
his mail.
10:00 a.m.
comes: the writer of the ransom note’s
deadline.)
LA: 10:00 comes and goes and there’s no acknowledgement
from anyone in the house that the deadline has come and gone.
EV: Nobody said ‘ it’s 10 o’clock and the kidnappers
haven’t called?’
LA: Nobody said that.
EV: Was that something else you took note of?
LA: Absolutely.
(By 10:30 Arndt was the only officer in the house, with
John and Patsy, their pastor, and 4 family “friends.” As they waited for news, the tension was mounting. Arndt called for backup repeatedly, but none
arrived. She was always told
‘everybody’s in a meeting. I got your
message.’
1:01
p.m. Although it’s already been
searched thoroughly twice, to break the tension Arndt asks Ramsey and family
friend Fleet White to search the house again, to look for any out-of-place
clues, giving specific instructions not to touch anything. Ramsey makes a beeline for the basement,
Fleet White screams, and for Arndt, the pieces of the puzzle fall into place.)
LA: I see John Ramsey carrying JonBenet up the last 3
steps. From the basement. And, uh, my mind exploded. And everything that I’d noted that morning,
that stuck out, instantly made sense. I
knew JonBenet was clearly dead, and she’s been dead for awhile.
I ordered
him to put JonBenet down. I knelt next
to her. I leaned down. To her face. And John leaned down opposite me, and uh, his face was just
inches from mine, and we had a non-verbal exchange that I will never
forget. And he asked if she was
dead. And I said yes, she’s dead. And I told him to go back into the room and
to dial 9-1-1. And as we looked at each
other, I remember, and I wore a shoulder holster, tucking my gun right next to
me (mimics bringing her arm flush against her ribcage), and consciously
counting ‘I’ve got 18 bullets.’
EV: Why did you do that?
LA: Because I didn’t know if we’d all be alive when people
showed up. Everything made sense in
that instant. And uh, I knew what
happened.
EV: Do you think your fears were well founded?
LA: You BET I do.
There’s no doubt in my mind.
EV: Never wavered to this day?
LA: Never wavered.
EV: You were afraid because you thought the killer was
still in the house.
LA: I knew it. Absolutely.
1:10 p.m. She moves the body from the hallway to the
living room. Ramsey asks if he can
cover the body, at the same time placing a blanket over her. The pastor has them hold hands and pray as
the body lay at their feet under the Christmas tree.
LA: She had trauma to her vagina.
EV: What kind of trauma?
LA: Trauma consistent with injuries you would see in
sexual assault cases.
EV: Recently?
LA: The best way you could say it would be what was seen was not a first time injury.
LA: The best way you could say it would be what was seen was not a first time injury.
The coroner would say the findings were “inconclusive,”
but 3 medical experts consulted from Boulder PD said they were consistent with
prior repeated sexual abuse. Arndt
knows the killer’s name, but has no doubt that justice will never be done.
EV: Do you think this person will ever be indicted,
charged, or convicted?
LA: No.
Reading
between the lines of this most chilling of interviews from a veteran that was
right there is more than illustrative.
It gets to the very heart of what we seem to be bumping up against in
all of this, time and again. And if we
extrapolate just the barest amount, it could possibly lead us down other
corridors even darker, as we try to get to the center, the meaning, of what’s
been preying on us, where those connections lead, and whether the predator
class, the Black Nobility, is involved.
Because if we are ever to overturn this, we have to first know the
enemy. The first step here is absorbing
some long disregarded facts surrounding the Ramsey case. You’ll have to hold fast to some long
cherished notions of the traditional family as we ride even deeper into what
can only be called a true Twilight Zone made manifest, the suppressed facts
surrounding the Ramsey “family.”
We can start
with the fact that whatever was going on was likely genetic, generational, and
lending itself to satanic ritual abuse.
One clue is that after his mother’s death in the mid-1960s, John
Ramsey’s father married his wife’s mother, Irene Pasch. This made her both John’s grandmother and
mother-in-law until a 1978 divorce. One
of the primary reasons that the Monarch mind control programming was so named
was because of the Monarch butterfly.
It learns where it was born and passes this knowledge on to its
offspring via genetics from generation to generation. This was the first key form of life that tipped scientists off to
the fact that knowledge itself can be passed along genetically, and remains a
vital clue in the present day as to why the black nobility historically place
such vital importance on the ritual of intermarriage. According to Burke’s Peerage, all 44 U.S. presidents have carried
the European royal bloodline into office.
Thirty-four of those are genetic descendents from just one person. All of the Bushes, Obama, Prince Philip, the
Duke of Edinburgh, and John Kerry can trace themselves back to none other than
Vlad the Impaler, the inspiration for Bram Stoker’s Dracula. The more you know…
The Ramsey’s
first publicized press conference took place on May 1, 1997. Curiously, it is the date known as Beltane
on the occult calendar, when the Pleiades star cluster rises just before
sunrise on the horizon. Many at the
time wondered why the Ramseys had waited so long to appear before the
public. Perhaps they were waiting for
just this exact time. Beltane, like
Samhain, is a time of wiccan or druidic “no time,” when the veils between the
worlds are at their thinnest, and many otherworldly occurrences transpire.
John
Ramsey’s daughter from his first marriage, Elizabeth, 22, had uncovered
multiple, vivid memories of Satanic ritual abuse after a failed suicide attempt
(during the ensuing therapy sessions) in which her father played a major role
in the rituals. Within several months
of going public with them (talking to close friends at Delta airlines where she
was a flight attendant, as well as other family) she was dead – killed in a
suspicious car accident in Chicago, January 8, 1992. This accident, which occurred on an on-ramp to interstate 55, and
had she and her boyfriend colliding head-on with a truck, has never been fully
resolved to investigators’ satisfaction.
JonBenet was
taken to her pediatrician exactly 33 times in the time period less than 3 years
before her death. The ostensible reason
was for yeast infections. Starting from
before she was 4 and lasting up until she’s 6, a little girl is taken to a
pediatrician 33 times for gynecological exams.
Think about that. The
pediatrician, by the way, saw nothing out of the ordinary in this rate of
examination. Remember that at the
autopsy upon her death, the coroner found her vaginal opening was twice the
size of a normal 6-year-old’s, as well as evidence of repeated sexual
trauma. This pediatrician was at the
house the morning JonBenet was “missing,” and was one of the first people the
Ramseys called over.
Cathy
O’Brien, a survivor of generational ritual abuse and mind control, and often
called “a JonBenet that lived,” authored a book called Tranceformation Of
America, detailing persons, places, and names, many of the higher political
echelons nationwide, encountered in her ongoing abuse. Prior to the death of JonBenet, O’Brien
stated that her father was friend to a man named John Ramsey, and that this man
had gained his wealth by child pornography, and selling his children into the
MKUltra programs. Tranceformation was
first printed in September 1995, 15 months before the death of JonBenet
Ramsey. A manifest taken into evidence
of a ferry from Charlevoix to Beaver Island, Michigan, shows John Ramsey and
Cathy O’Brien’s father on the same ferry ride.
The Ramseys maintained a vacation household in Charlevoix. Beaver Island was once a Mormon enclave, and
is today controlled by Jesuits.
Supposedly not only a religious retreat; various operations of
governmental mind control are rumored to take place there. Both Ramsey’s father and O’Brien’s father
were highly decorated military contractors.
It’s also
interesting to note that one of the items taken into evidence after the murder,
from John Ramsey’s home office, was a videotape about how to use your stun gun,
and titled, bizarrely, How To Create A Mind Control Slave Using A Stun
Gun. However, no stun gun was found in
the home, and Ramsey gave two differing stories about why he had such a video
and no stun gun. JonBenet’s body,
however, was found with what were later determined to be stun gun
markings. MSNBC on August 27, 2006 again reported the fact
that stun gun marks were found on JonBenet’s back and broadcast photos of those
2-pronged marks. MSNBC quoted TASER
corporation’s admission that these marks indicated use of its product.
The entire
West Virginia Paugh family, Patsy’s family, were members of Masonic
fellowships. Patsy’s Mom, Nedra, was a
member of the Eastern Star. Patsy Ramsey’s father, Don Paugh, was an engineer
for Union Carbide, those fine folks who brought us corporate murder in Bhopal,
and whose former mining camp in Guyana provided just the right spot for a
little Utopian community run by Jim Jones, on the run from San Francisco. After a series of business reversals, Patsy
asked her dad to help out her husband’s struggling company, many going so far
as to say Ramsey was going broke and Don bailed him out. In 1991 Ramsey would sell Access Graphics to
Lockheed Martin, and continue on as CEO, hitting the jackpot. Contracts were
being signed, and deals were being done.
The Ramsey Boulder enclave reeked of Masonic symbolism, especially the
floors, not to mention how they frequently presented JonBenet. The black and white checkerboard has long
been associated with Masonic mysteries and hidden knowledge.
Jane Stobie,
a former Access Graphics manager, remembers of the Paugh house in Boulder where
they’d relocated, being a matter of great pride to Nedra. One investigator described their living room
as “the shrine room,” bedecked with prize-winning trophies, ribbons and photos
of their pageant winning daughters, Pam, Polly, and Patsy. Stobie: “They were so meshed up in each
other, and it was my gut instinct that told me something wasn’t right
there. They were always going on and on
about the size of Burke’s (JonBenet’s brother) penis. This was so, so bizarre.
Nedra was always saying ‘we love spending the money that John Ramsey
makes.’” Is this sounding like
Rosemary’s Baby to you yet?
John Ramsey
also happened to reside in Atlanta when a string of over 30 child murders
happened in the black community there from 1979 to 1981. A sequence of murders that one George H.W.
Bush then Vice President, took great interest in. Bush “took an active role in the investigation,” repeatedly
visiting Atlanta to demand that “some action be taken.” Curiously, most of the victims were murdered
by asphyxiation while being sexually assaulted. They had spent enough time with their captors to be fed, and
almost all victims were “redressed” after death in a change of clothes. All of this follows to the letter exactly
what happened to JonBenet. More
linkages of concern are the fact that Access Graphics had offices in the
Philippines, Amsterdam, Holland and Denver, and did business with the William
Morris Agency. (In early 1996 Denver PD
was investigating a child-porn-protection ring linked to and run by the William
Morris Agency, who had also elicited a contract with the Ramseys for the
“services” of the young JonBenet.) Also
little known is the fact that Access Graphics had service contracts directly
with what is known as the Iran/Contra operation, and had major bank accounts
parked at the noted laundry Silverado Savings and Loan, whose director was Neil
Bush, W’s brother. Ramsey himself was
also on a list of witnesses never subpoenaed by Iran/Contra prosecutor Lawrence
Walsh.
There are
also connecting threads running down the years from the Ramsey ritual even to
Columbine. The holiday season of 1996
was a long series of parties, including an early surprise 40th
birthday celebration for Patsy, attended by all her friends, at the infamous
Brown Palace Hotel in Denver, long said to be one of the most haunted places in
America. And before Wayne Nelson Harris
was a decorated Air Force pilot, he was a local boy. Englewood High School, Class of ’66. Wayne’s late father Walter worked as a valet at the Brown Palace
Hotel. Wayne Harris was the father of
Eric Harris, who along with Dylan Klebold and many mysterious “others”
according to some 75 eyewitnesses, perpetrated the Columbine massacre. Perhaps the Brown Palace Hotel should’ve
stood in for the Overlook in The Shining?
(One final eerie, paradigm-shaking “coincidence” had Eric Harris in his
diary fantasizing about hijacking a jet and crashing it into the World Trade
Towers. Lying beyond the scope of this
article, but perhaps Eric had merely overheard something he shouldn’t have
during his time at Plattsburg, NY’s spooked-to-the-gills Air Force Base where
his dad was stationed before moving to Littleton, Colorado.) It also must be mentioned that Wayne Harris
worked for Air Force military contractor firm Flight safety Services near
Littleton, which has multiple million dollar contracts with the Air Force to
train personnel, and provide flight simulation technology.
So this gets
very interesting when you note that John Bennett Ramsey of Boulder owns Access
Graphics, a software division of defense contractor Lockheed Martin, while a 40
minute drive away in Centennial, Colorado, shooter Eric’s father Wayne Harris
works for a defense contractor which provides simulation software to the Air
Force and is a contractor which works closely with Lockheed Martin in
developing its own flight simulation tech.
So the fathers
of both JonBenet Ramsey and Eric Harris were military officers and software
designers, and both linked directly to Lockheed Martin. The fact that the entire town of Littleton
is a military air force town created and nurtured by Lockheed Martin possibly
means that Columbine High School was created by the same Littleton/Lockheed
pairing that John Ramsey worked for.
Access Graphics, according to multiple inside source leaks, had huge
amounts of child porn downloaded onto all of its computers.
Does this mean that rumors of a child-sex
blackmail ring to keep loyalty among the upper echelons of the
political/military/intelligence establishment are true? Was JonBenet a part of this? Could the Columbine massacre have been a
preemptive strike on an emerging satanic ritual abuse scandal deeply involving
Lockheed Martin and children like JonBenet?
Also remember Arapahoe county sheriff Pat Sullivan was accused of
sexually molesting both Harris and Klebold in custody prior to Columbine, and
had been accused of being a pedophile.
This is a strange brew that links pedophile rings, flight simulation
tech (long rumored to be involved in 9/11), lengthy plans for the 9/11 op
itself, military mind control, and ritual abuse of children by a military/pedo
cabal. One big ball of confusion with
tentacles that may reach beyond the chthonic state of Colorado and into places
like the McMartin daycare scandal, Franklin, the Presidio and West Point
daycare scandals, and even to the recent Penn State child abuse scandal (ring?)
and the Sandy Hook massacre, with its numerous unanswered questions and occult
and Luciferian overtones, a manufactured horror again parked deep in the month
of December.
One final
entry in the dark underpinnings of the Ramsey story is perhaps the most
telling, and it concerns the mysterious appearance of “The Witness.” Early in the year 2000, famed Boulder
attorney Lee Hill brought forward a 37-year-old California woman. Her story was that she had been victimized
since early childhood, by a subculture, including members of her own family,
that used children for sex. One of the
men who participated in the abuse was a friend of the Ramseys. Hill, a former San Diego county deputy
district attorney and former special assistant U.S. attorney experienced in
investigative work said “she is among the most credible witnesses I have ever
interviewed.” Hill represented the
woman in her decision to give information to authorities. She described years of ritual abuse in
California homes at the hands of adults who stayed at holiday and other parties
after other guests has left for the evening.
Then, she said, another “party” would begin, one of sexual abuse of
children for the gratification of a select group of adults. This fits perfectly
with what was disclosed regarding said “afterparties” regarding the Franklin
scandal, many taking place on Embassy Row in D.C. In talking to the detectives, the woman drew parallels between
the sexual techniques used at these rituals and the physical evidence of garroting
found on JonBenet’s body. She believed
JonBenet was killed when an asphyxiation technique used to stimulate an
orgasmic response during a ritual abuse “party” went too far. She knew firsthand of these techniques
because they had been done to her repeatedly.
The more the woman talked the more disturbed Hill became, especially
when finding that the woman’s therapist could verify that The Witness had been
telling this story for 10 years before the JonBenet murder rocked the
headlines.
The Witness
told police that when girls did not perform as expected they were struck on the
head. This was because the hair hid the
wound. A big night for such parties was
Christmas night, she said. Over the
years, she related, many parties were held then because a large number of cars
around a house wouldn’t draw suspicion in the neighborhood and the children
have a full week to heal from their wounds before returning to school. Most tellingly, she said she knew the
Ramseys through the Fleet White family.
The godfather to her mother is Fleet White, Sr., 86, of California. Fleet White Jr. and John Ramsey were best
friends. White Jr. was with Ramsey when
JonBenet’s body was found and had crusaded for DA Alex Hunter’s ouster for
refusing to prosecute the Ramseys. This
subculture was a family tradition, The Witness continued, saying that her own
mother had told her that, as a child, she had been similarly used by one of the
men whom she allowed to rape her daughter.
As far as evidence goes there are the letters and photographs, even a
name in her baby book that proves she and her family have a long connection –
dating back to the 1930s – with the family of men she says sexually abused her,
including the father and son who were family friends of the Ramseys.
During these
depositions, which took place in a format of the witness and therapist
traveling between California and Boulder on multiple occasions, the witness
claimed her family had learned of her involvement and begun to abuse and
torture her again, all the time warning her to keep her mouth shut. At one point the witness and therapist fled
California for Boulder, hoping for the haven of protective custody with both
Hill and the Boulder PD. Much to Hill’s
consternation, Alex Hunter and the department alerted the witness’s California
“family” to her whereabouts after they had filed a missing persons report,
which they’d done to try and locate her.
The police in California passed all of the info back to the Witness’s
family, the very people she didn’t want to know where she was or what she was
doing. Livid, Hill told the Witness
what had happened, in front of the detectives, who said they were just
following standard procedure. The
Witness turned pale. She said she was
now concerned over the safety of her niece, whom she suspected was suffering
the same type of abuse at the hands of the “family.” She was further worried about her own personal safety, as well as
the disposition of the case, since now the family would know to destroy or hide
evidence. The man she was naming was
wealthy, she said, and these people were ruthless.
At the end
of the interview, the detectives slid their business cards across the table to
her. But there was one last thing The
Witness wanted to tell them; in the most recent assault, she had been burned
with a stun gun. She wanted to know if
there was a female detective who could examine her and take photographs to file
as evidence. The cops said they would
arrange it. When she stepped out of the
interview room, Hill, who didn’t want to make a scene in front of her, demanded
that Hunter come back into the room.
With the district attorney present, Hill lit into the detectives. They’d done very little about letting The
Witness get to the important parts of her story, instead choosing to focus on
when she might be “going home.”
“She CAN’T
go home,” Hill yelled. As a former
law-enforcement officer, he knew something was fishy. Revealing the whereabouts of a competent adult being a witness in
a murder case as standard procedure didn’t wash. If their leak to the California police was standard procedure,
any stalker in the country could locate his prey simply by filing a
missing-persons report.
“At
considerable risk to herself, she leaves everything to come forward and try to
help you people. Then you needlessly
strip her of her only security and tell her pursuers where she is and what
she’s doing. And all you can give her
to shield herself is two fucking business cards.”
After many
safehouses, it was decided that the best protection for The Witness would be to
publicize her story, which is why you’re reading about it here. As of today, Hill keeps a lower profile,
carries a Glock at all times, and both the Witness and the therapist have disappeared
into the proverbial woodwork. The
Boulder PD, perhaps not surprisingly given what we know, declined to pursue her
claims.
Finally
there’s this from a source: “There was an older man who was phoned on the eve
of the murder according to phone records, and he had a chalet in Aspen. We (of the JBR forum) hired a private
investigator to find out about this man.
The PI came back freaked out after pulling the man up on a records
computer and said ‘Here, take your money, I’m not touching this.’ The man’s name on said records list was
flagged, which meant he had a big mark by his name NOT TO GO THERE in other
words. He is someone really big, and
scary, and not to be toyed with even for records’ sake. We never found out the man’s “real” identity,
only who he was in terms of power and reputation. The name that he went by, I have a feeling, is not his given
name. The PI was absolutely not going
to pursue the investigation of this man, as he was obviously someone not to be
crossed. He looked like some old German
guy with white hair, wealth, and an obvious facelift.” This information all came about during a
parsing of the Ramsey phone records.
The source
later disclosed “The old guy mentioned previously was well known to certain
people. The name going around for who
was called that night was Fleet White, Sr.
I always wondered if he wasn’t one of those Nazis who the U.S. slipped
in over here to do their bidding and given a new name and a facelift. Nothing can be proved. Not only is he dead now, but he was old when
this happened. Those guys live a long,
long time. No one could ever find his
name on the internet (scrubbed?) or his records, as they were ‘flagged.’ He’s gone.”
The only mention of him now on the internet is his obit. Fleet Russell White of Aspen died August 6,
2006. He was 93. He is survived, of course, by Fleet White
Jr. And the show goes on.
Of course
the sickening cherry on top of this vile dessert was revealed on October 25,
2013 when court documents sealed in 1999 were released. They stated that a 1999 Grand Jury had
indicted John and Patsy Ramsey for child abuse resulting in death, as well as
being accessory to a crime, including murder.
The papers allege both parents intended to prevent or delay the arrest
of the alleged killer. Then-District
Attorney Alex Hunter declined to sign the indictment, saying the evidence was
insufficient. Does anything more need
to be said about how this world works?
Things only get unsealed, the truth only gets unsealed, when these
people are dead. And it only happens
then so that the other perps can continue “the great work.” The blame gets placed, however indirectly,
and the show goes on. See Jerry
Sandusky. They are ever eager to offer
up one of their own, then the depravity of the few who control the many
continues, nightgaunts on a duplicitous web foisted on an unsuspecting
world. Look into the faces of what
we’re dealing with. What was the phrase
in Rosemary’s Baby? Ah yes, All Of Them
Witches. Pay particular attention to the uber creepy Danish royal family portrait and Baroness Rothschild's choice of neckwear. It's, ahem, illuminating.
“The radios
were active. I could hear what sounded
like pilot communications. Someone
repeated over the air: ‘Here it comes.
Here it comes. Here it
comes.’ Over the far end of the field,
from the direction of the North Sea, I noticed a small red light. The light came closer each second. At first I thought it was an aircraft, but
it came at us too fast and silently. I
noticed at this time that my movements had become very slow, as if I were in a
vacuum. This was the last time I
checked my watch. It was almost 1:30
a.m. My arm felt like lead as I lifted
and dropped it.
The red
light cleared the pines bordering the field and quickly made a downward arc
until it was directly over the illuminated fog. Only about twenty feet above the ground, the object was now
stationary and roughly the size of a basketball. I had never seen its color before, but red comes closest.
As my mind
tried to register what I was looking at, the ball of light exploded in a
blinding flash. Shards of light and
particles fell onto the fog. Several
cops ran into the woods…
The
explosion produced no noticeable heat.
But now, right in front of me was a machine occupying the spot where the
fog had been. It was big and almost the
shape of a pyramid. At the top of the
object was that same off-red glow. The
main body was pearl white, with a rainbow-color effect. Its image was constantly distorting; its
shape was best seen by peripheral vision.
At the base was a bank of extremely bright cobalt-blue lights. Below that, I thought I could make out what
looked like dark landing gear. Covering
the entire surface were what looked like boxes, pipes, and strange extensions…
An officer
approached Bustinza and me. He asked us
to walk with him, very close to the object.
A disaster-preparedness man led the way with a Geiger counter in
hand. I did not want any of this. We got to within ten or fifteen feet of the
thing. Our four shadows touched the
object, but there were no lights in the field to cast them. It seemed to be pulling our shadows onto
itself.
We walked
ten paces to the left, and then to the right.
By now my eyes were watering profusely, so that every time I would get a
fix on the object, its image would blur.
Each time we stopped walking, our shadows would move as if taking one
more step.
We were then
ordered back to our original positions, about twenty-five feet away. I looked behind me, saw the field’s
barbed-wire fence, and marked an old, knotted oak tree for future reference –
in case I ever returned to the spot…
I noticed
that some of the senior people seemed to know what they were doing; it was as
if they were following some sort of procedure.” Larry
Warren, Left At East Gate
We inhabit a
world where things like Rendlesham and Ramsey are a part of this reality. I don’t know if they’re related, but whether
you’re in a field in Rendlesham forest or the cozy confines of your bedroom,
forces at any minute, Heisenberg-like, can be set into motion to alter our
perceptions here, to change forever our impressions of this “ride” on a quantum
level. I can make a good educated,
informed guess that things like the Ramsey scenario happen at a certain time
and at a certain place for a reason, and that they are a ritual by a warped
consciousness to set the stage for something.
A ritual, perhaps, of summoning.
