Oh The Times Have Come

    

     From the veil of Ebola hanging over the world like some modern-day Captain Trips to Tony Stewart intentionally running over and killing a 20-year-old on a desolate off-off Broadway dirt track to Robin Williams taking himself out, the black cape of Death continues being a major presence on the scene and in the Dog Days of the summer of 2014.  There’s something in the air going around taking names; everyone seems to be peering anxiously over their shoulders, tracing indentations through all the psychic shrapnel flying and wondering where exactly the next bomb is going to detonate in the shadow of Sirius.

    

     As we keep our heads down, let’s roll back the summers to a muggy Saturday August night in Arkansas some 27 years ago, when two other young men were sacrificed on the altar of Empire, and we can fix a point where some of this particular darkness began to overspill onto the recent historical radar that’s propelled us all into this warped manifest destiny.  On the night of Saturday, August 22, 1987, Don Henry and Kevin Ives had decided to engage in a typical (if illegal) Arkansas ritual: deer hunting at night.  Probably they were doing it more just to blow off steam before the first day of senior year in high school.  Just after 4 a.m., in the little town of Alexander, 25 miles south of Little Rock in Saline County, a Union-Pacific train headed north seemingly was the cause of ending their lives.  But as we’ll see, nothing here is what it appears to be on the surface.  Add in the fact that there was ZERO intention of any law enforcement agency or media outlet involved to dig out the real truth of what happened that night, and you have the makings of what should have been the largest scandal in the history of the United States.  It was also one that crossed all political parties and boundary lines, because the naked nature of this kind of evil in our midst doesn’t care whether it calls itself Republican or Democrat.  It is the Predator class, and the echoes of this August nightmare would be felt reverberating down the years, touching even the blueprints for the Oklahoma City bombing and 9/11.  Blueprints of chaos.

    

     As the Union-Pacific engine, lights on the “bright” setting, topped Bryant Hill and descended, the engineer Stephen Shroyer noticed something dark about 10-15 train car lengths distant covering the rails, something that looked like a tarp, large enough to be covering something that appeared to be two young bodies laid out across the tracks.  At 55 miles per hour and at this weight, he had no time even at this distance.  He hit the whistle and the brake at once, but moments later he, brakeman Danny DeLamar, and conductor Jerry Tomlin all felt the sickening thud of impact.  They had also noticed in the timeless seconds beforehand, that despite the shrill whistle, the shuddering vibration and the ear-splitting roar at such a point blank range filling their silent world, neither body so much as flinched. 

    

     As Shroyer stayed in the compartment to contact the railroad authorities on the radio, DeLamar and Tomlin got out and braced themselves for the gore they knew was waiting back there on the tracks.  The first signs they came upon were three toes, then more and more along nearly a quarter of a mile of track.  The largest remains found were the head and chest of the blond boy, the one that had been lying second in their line of sight on the tracks.  The first, darker-headed one was even more dismembered.  But through their shock, a disturbing element entered their minds, nearly unbidden.  Neither man spoke to the other about it, but both eerily noted the fact that there was something wrong here.  Something wrong with the blood.

    

     Tomlin especially noticed this.  Since childhood he had been a hunter, and had observed many times how fresh blood flowed and acted; on the ground, on carcasses.  This was different.  Finally reaching the main parts of the bodies no more than ten minutes after impact, the blood should have been different.  For one, there should have been more of it.  And the color was off, too.  Even in the dark, this blood had a different viscosity, a different sheen.  This blood was almost purple, Tomlin thought.  Old blood.

    

     “Out there that night,” Tomlin said, “I kind of smelled a rat.”

    

     Interstate 30 cuts a diagonal across Arkansas, and from the era of bootleg whiskey, police had noted its importance to contraband shipments of all kinds connecting to Dallas, Miami, and Los Angeles.  By the mid-1980s, with George H.W. Bush in the White House, the name of the game was cocaine, the governor was a man named Bill Clinton, and one of the preferred delivery methods was by air.  And this would be where little Saline County entered the picture as drop site du jour.  An hour by car in any direction got you access to half the state’s population.  Just two hours got you to a little airstrip at Mena, the Intermountain Regional Airport by name, stomping ground of the then number one drug-runner in arguably all the world outside of the Medellin cartel, Barry Seal. 

     Barry Seal, third from left, with some ‘Operation 40’ friends like Frank Sturgis (Watergate), Felix Rodriguez (murderer of Che Guevara), Porter Goss (CIA, 9/11), William Seymour (JFK assassination), and David Morales (RFK assassination), somewhere in Mexico City, sometime before the JFK assassination.  An extremely rare photo unearthed by Daniel Hopsicker.  But before we reach too far ahead of ourselves, let’s get back on track – on the train tracks.

    

    

     The Saline police had often taken complaints from nearby neighbors about low-flying planes buzzing their homes at night with their lights off, complaints that had spanned months, if not years.  It soon became common knowledge that these planes were completing drug and money drops in and out of Mena dotting the surrounding environs, ranging from the crisscrossing topography of train tracks to the open fields.  Even more importantly, information began leaking that the two boys that night had stumbled upon one of these drops and had met with fatal consequences.  Linda Ives, mother of Kevin, received personal testimony from one of the emergency techs that first responded, that the blood of both boys was dark and tar-like, indicating that both had been dead for some time before the train got to them.  In her capacity as teller at a local credit union, she heard plenty; story after story that the boys had been murdered for seeing something they shouldn’t have.

    

     Despite these extenuating circumstances, Fahmy Malak, the state medical examiner, ruled the deaths accidental.  His ruling stated that after ingesting massive amounts of marijuana, the two fell asleep on the tracks in identical positions.  His position was supported by Governor Clinton and his director of the Arkansas Department of Health, Joycelyn Elders, real name Minnie Lee Jones, who would go on to become Surgeon General of the U.S. before having to resign in disgrace in 1994. 

       

     Both extensively covered up for the oversights and corruption of Malak across more than 20 cases where his “expertise” had been questioned, to the extent that both the L.A. Times and the news show 20/20 called his work “gross malfeasance.”  Two of these cases included calling someone shot five times in the head a suicide and a decapitation a “death by natural causes.”

    

     Linda Ives refused to take this lying down and called in a second opinion.  But first she had to get around some very mysterious, very typical stonewalling, including refusals to obey court orders and turn over documents and test results on the part of the Arkansas State Crime Lab.  “The Little Rock Crime Lab refused to supply us with things we needed to get a second autopsy done – defying a court order.  So we called the State Attorney General’s office.  They said that it was illegal for the Lab to defy our court order, but that they would not intervene in any way.  When I asked – given that they would not help enforce the court order – what recourse I had, they said ‘none,’” Linda Ives remembered.

    

     Still, the loudness and the tenacity of her crusade finally resulted in a second grand jury investigation, which ruled the deaths not accidental, but criminal.  The second autopsy, done by noted Atlanta forensic pathologist Dr. Joseph Burton, found that Kevin had received several crushing blows to the face, shattering multiple bones, that fit the pattern distribution of a rifle butt that the boys had been carrying, also found at the scene.  Don had been stabbed in the back multiple times.  Also somehow missing from the official investigation was fiber evidence from the tarp, itself also now officially “missing.”  It should be noted that none of these highly interesting factoids were mentioned by Malak throughout the course of his multiple, “in depth” investigations.

    

     “There were witnesses to my son’s murder,” Linda Ives goes on to say, “witnesses that have passed FBI polygraphs placing government officials on the tracks with those boys before they were murdered.  And all this is corroborated by other witnesses.”  Among them was Sharlene Wilson, a DEA informant and witness for the Saline County Drug Task Force that stated other kids were in the woods on the night of the murders but that they got away.  Another 18-year-old came forward in 1993 and claimed by deposition he had witnessed the murders that night in the woods when he was 12. 

    

     State police investigator from Mena, Russell Welch, also verified that the boys’ murders were linked to Mena drug trafficking; his information coming from numerous informants on the streets and behind bars.  The boys were in the wrong place at the wrong time and happened to witness one of the drops, which were delivered in specially designed pallets that were parachuted down and rigged to burst open upon impact for quick recovery.

     “It’s all true,” Linda Ives to this day still states. And all she asks you to do is talk to Jean Duffey, which brings us to the next part of our story.

    

     Jean Duffey is the consummate doesn’t-play-well-with-others personality, especially when they’re corrupt to the core.  Maybe not so great an attribute when you’re a high school algebra teacher outside Houston, Texas where she resides today.  But when you’re the prosecuting attorney for the federally funded Drug Task Force in Saline County, Arkansas, as she was in another lifetime, it makes you invaluable.  It makes you a hero.  In this case it also makes you the object of smear campaigns, death threats, and the very real possibility of being arrested and/or run out of town, as she effectively was.  But not before discovering the closest narrative we have today to what happened that night so many hot August moons ago.

    

     The day she was put in charge her superiors walked in and told her under no circumstances was she to use the Task Force to investigate any public officials.  She was staffed with seven undercover agents.  They repeatedly couldn’t get too far above street-level buying, but when they started connecting public officials to protecting the drug dealers, one name came up early and often: Dan Harmon. 

    

     “My undercover investigators’ jobs were to make drug buys and work their way up to drug suppliers.  That’s who we were after.  But the connections began to lead almost immediately to public officials, who were either protecting the drug trade or actively involved in the drug trade themselves,” said Duffey.  “And the person whose name came up most often was also the person who had been the special prosecutor in the initial grand jury investigation into the Train Deaths.”  Dan Harmon.

    

     About three months after they were up and running, one of Duffey’s agents came to her and asked if they could reopen the Train Deaths case, then nearly two-and-a-half years old and increasingly starting to feature dead witnesses.  Duffey, at her prosecutorial best, asked him to make a case for why they should get involved in something other investigations had come up with nothing on.  First, because it’s drug-related he said, and second, all the other investigations have been cover-ups.  So the Task Force agents proceeded to unearth startling evidence previously ignored.  The more information she gathered, the more the smear campaign grew, led by local media and Dan Harmon.  Orders for her arrest were sent out and her investigation was all but shut down.  After all this and death threats too, she fled the state.

    

     Duffey, smiling, says: “Today I realize, after working with the FBI for eighteen months in March of 1995, what the basis was for Dan Harmon’s viciousness.  I now know that Dan Harmon was on the tracks with the boys the night they were murdered.”

    
     This, from the notes of Detective John Brown with the Saline County sheriff’s office in conjunction with Duffey, is the closest we’ll ever come to what actually happened:  Brown had been working with an investigative reporter who put him in touch with a pilot that only went by the name of Joe, who claimed to have been a CIA operative.  Joe told John that on several occasions he had flown the Saline County drop, known as “A-12,” and that he took orders only from CIA operatives out of Mena.  The claims Joe made about Mena/CIA drug drops in Saline County suddenly ended the years of bewilderment and confusion and made sense of everything. Without knowing anything at all about this Joe person, Duffey had made a judgment about the credibility of his information based on the logic of his claims. The reporter who initially developed Joe as an informant had some doubts about his credibility, so Duffey set out to make her own determination, and asked John what he knew.
    
     John said Joe gave him an accurate description of the landmarks approaching the tracks and described railroad lights that hung horizontally over the tracks under which the train passed. John drove the area and walked the tracks. Joe's description fit everything except the lights. There were no such lights that hung over the tracks horizontally, so John filed Joe in his own drawer of interesting-but-not-good-information. 

     It was some weeks later that John was visiting with Linda and Larry Ives and just happened to tell them about Joe. Larry had been an engineer on that very run for years and up until three weeks before Kevin and Don were murdered. It was, in fact, Larry's old crew that ran over the boys. When John told Linda and Larry about the lights, Larry told John that in 1987, the lights were exactly like Joe had described them. John took Joe out of his bad-information file and began communicating with him again.
    
     Later, Joe and Duffey developed a rapport, and he told her that "A-12" drop number 46 was a money drop that came up missing. He said the cops and officials in charge of picking up the drop, including Dan Harmon and Pulaski county narcotics officers Kirk Lane and Jay Campbell, hid out for subsequent drops to see who might try to steal another. Joe said Kevin and Don were in the area of drop number 50 and were ambushed. They were beaten and killed (witnesses place these two officers beating up two boys at a little grocery store right by where the boys’ bodies were found) and placed on the tracks. She passed this story on to the FBI agent who was in the process of having polygraphs administered. A few weeks later, Duffey was told by the agent that Joe's story had been verified through the polygraph tests. (The agent also told Linda Ives that the only people failing the polygraphs were cops.)  As a side note, Lane and Campbell both happened to be good friends with Clinton pal and drug dealer Dan Lasater. 
    
     Joe is adamant that Barry Seal was working with the CIA drug smuggling operations headquartered at Mena, and although Seal was assassinated a year before Kevin and Don were murdered, the drug drop they stumbled upon was originally part of Seal's operation.  And the circle closes.

     Let’s listen in on the important tail end of a conversation between long-time reporter and investigator Daniel Hopsicker and Jean Duffey herself.  Between these lines lies the ultimate destination of exactly where those moonlit Arkansas train tracks lead, and what it means for all of us.  Hopsicker:  "But you clearly believe the people responsible for those two boys' deaths were working for someone else?"

"Yes."

"And that they were involved in a criminal enterprise of surprising scope and sweep?"

"Yes."

"Where does that lead you to speculate?"

"As a prosecuting attorney I had to stick to the facts. But prior to getting to a jury I'm allowed to speculate, and process all the information I have from whatever direction it comes. What in my opinion has been involved is a CIA or rogue CIA operation, conducted by the CIA or CIA operatives. To smuggle drugs into the United States from South America, using Barry Seal's drug smuggling operation in Mena.

Duffey stopped a moment, surprised, I believe, at the thoughts she was voicing. Then she continued. 

"I believe there is a possibility that Oliver North was involved with the National Security Council; that Oliver North was working for ... .

A noise startled her. She stopped. I called for the cameraman, in some exasperation, to stop tape. Jean looked at me, and although we had been having a conversation for over an hour now, it was as if she saw me for the first time.

"I have not talked about this before," she protested.

"But everyone else has," I answered.

"I'm not the one to answer questions about Oliver North smuggling drugs in the Iran/Contra affair," she stated tentatively.

Then, I witnessed something that felt extraordinary. I watched as she let herself go ... Her voice grew stronger as she continued: "Again, sticking to the facts, I know that when North was before Congress in the Congressional Hearings about the Iran/Contra affair, two questions came up about Mena Arkansas. And both times, the investigation went into closed door session ...

"Now, if Oliver North had not been involved in Mena, wouldn't he have simply said, 'No, I don't know anything about Mena?"

"Why did the committee go behind closed doors? That's a fact that can't be ignored."

"This is an opinion now I'm asking for," I told her. "If Oliver North, or someone on Oliver North's level, had not been involved in Mena, there would not have been a Mena, would there?"

"That's a reasonable assumption that I would have to agree with."

"And if there had been no Mena, there would have been no train track deaths either, would there?"

She blinked. I wasn't sure if she knew where I was leading with these questions, but she sensed it was somewhere she wanted to think very closely about first.

"That's not as clear cut," she said slowly. "There could still have been the murders."

"Let me try it this way," I said. "Was even a powerful drug smuggler like Barry Seal big enough to have conducted a drug smuggling operation with the regularity to provoke citizen complaints about low flying aircraft?"

"Probably not. And in fact, it wasn't until the time frame after Oliver North got involved in Mena that there was so much drug activity, low flying planes, over those train tracks."

I took a deep breath. "So, does it seem at all possible to you, that if Oliver North had not been charged with flying guns to the contras and bringing back cocaine that could be then sold to finance the contra war, that those two boys might still be alive today?"

There was a long silence. Then, almost in a whisper, she replied. "It seems apparent that they would be."


     It’s around this point that I need to make you aware of a couple of things.  Remember Trooper Russell Welch of the Arkansas State Police mentioned before?  He was also hip deep in Mena, and assigned to investigate Barry Seal in the early ‘80s, after Seal had made the small Intermountain Regional Airport his home turf.  Not long after poking around issues such as Seal and his CIA ties, Welch was dosed with high-grade, military inhalation anthrax, of the Fort Detrick, fine-milled variety upon opening a letter.

      

     Raise your hand if you remember that this also happened to be the modus operandi of repercussions for anyone in the Congress or Senate that didn’t go along with the railroading (pardon the pun) through of the original Patriot Act.  Also remember we were told that this was just the next wave by Al-Qaeda in their dastardly terror attacks post-9/11.  Except, oops, mid-East operatives probably couldn’t get their hands on something only available to highest-paygrade military intelligence spooks in this country, as it turns out.  Oh well, that fact was on page 29, small print column Z of your hot-off-the-presses “All the news that’s fit to print” edition, right?  Kinda funny how those terrorism-delivery systems don’t change over the decades, isn’t it?

      

     The inescapable conclusion to all this is that the Bush Sr. White House, which had in reality been in force since the first Reagan term, colluded with a little-known-at-the-time Arkansas governor to create and run the largest drug smuggling/arms smuggling/money laundering operation in history, which in turn helped prop up the bogus economy of the good old USA, the world’s do-gooder Policeman which really turned out to be, surprise, the world’s number one Narco-terrorist.  All of which goes to show that, just like my Daddy said, Republicans and Democrats? There’s not a dime’s worth of difference between ‘em.  And hey, Clinton came from way out of left field to become President in 1992, remember?  He’d made his bones, as they say.  And just look at how buddy buddy those two sworn enemies have been ever since…why, that Clinton’s like a son of ours…

      

     I did promise one more thing too, didn’t I?  Something about the Oklahoma City bombing.  It turns out that, funny thing, you’re gonna laugh when you hear this…all the remaining records, sealed documents, depositions, evidence photographs, you name it, pertaining to all the federal Mena, Iran/Contra, and Arkansas investigations…all those statements about drugs and corruption in high places and murders to silence witnesses…they were all moved to the Murrah Federal building just weeks before the bombing happened.  Subsequently, of course, all were lost. 

     Plus, lots of children were killed in that daycare.  Because, as you’ve seen in this space numerous times, when you can sacrifice lots of children AND get rid of incriminating evidence, well, that’s what they call a win-win for the transhumanists.  Tracing more connections, it’s incredibly interesting how the Army, at a cordoned-off area of its Camp Gruber-Braggs in Oklahoma, had a yellow Ryder truck being prepared for – something – in early April of 1995.

      
     I could also alert you to the fact that Sergeant Robert Louis Harding, the pilot who took this picture in his ultralight, mysteriously crashed in it and died just days after releasing it.  Roughly the same timeline that saw the Murrah Federal building come tumbling down thanks to aforesaid Ryder Truck as well as some perfectly placed internal cutter charges – sound familiar?  Amazing how that modus operandi, that Standard Operating Procedure, (OKC as a dry run for the 9/11 World Trade Centers) gives them away every time… it can be Welch being poisoned just like senators, it can be remote takeover being beta-tested on EgyptAir Flight 990 two years before 9/11.  These people plan things in advance for DECADES, nothing is ever left to chance, and they leave their fingerprints everywhere.  They control all media so they don’t have to worry about ever being called out on anything.  The only things keeping them in check are an armed populace, and the Internet.  You could argue that the Internet leaking information everywhere at once is the ONLY reason so many worldwide pedophile rings, from Sandusky to Savile to the current Westminster UK revelations, are being played up in the mainstream.  The media has to appear to be on the side of the 99%, so as to be able to bamboozle us to an even greater degree in the future.  You must always learn to think two moves ahead at least.    

     I could go on about how Oklahoma City bombing suspect “John Doe. No.2” Hussein al Husseni was one of the baggage handlers at Boston’s Logan Airport the morning of 9/11… or how (and listen to this) in 1989 a black Muslim convert named Melvin Lattimore, now going by the name of “Mujahid Menepta” was released from prison doing time for a violent bank robbery if he agreed to become an FBI informant.  In 1993 authorities noted his credit cards were used for the first World Trade Center bombing.
      
     According to PBS, LA Weekly and others, Melvin Lattimore took Timothy Mcveigh and other various OKC co-conspirators in 1995 to a motel in Junction City, Kansas called “Dreamland.”  To this day the former owners will swear to you that Lattimore used to loiter in their lobby for hours on end.  Lattimore was also witnessed driving around Mcveigh and two other neo-Nazi types in Oklahoma City just days before the April 19^th bombing.  But the spookiest thing of all is, 6 years later, Lattimore brings Zacharius Moussaoui and Mohammed Atta to the very SAME motel – “Dreamland” – in the summer of 2001.  Ah, but this is all another story for another time that now only serves to illustrate to you just how deep and dark the rabbit hole goes, and how this story of trafficking never really ends.  We’ve all been living in an Empire of Bushes and Clintons since the 1970s ended, and with the prospects for 2016, there’s no real end in sight, is there?  “Dreamland” is also conveniently no more, torn down on… wait for it…  April 19^th, 2011.

    
     The trafficking is in guns, drugs, child flesh and blackmail and false flag operations, but the names, the ways of doing “business as usual,” stay the same.  You didn’t think these people would willingly go gently into that good night after all this, did you?  They’re locked at the hip and determined to bring the world hurtling into the madness of the “other.”  It’s business as usual as means to an end, or, as the late psychonaut Terence McKenna put it: “Right here and now, one quanta away, there is raging a universe of active intelligence that is transhuman, hyperdimensional, and extremely alien.”

     Or is it easier to think people reach this level of dehumanization of their own accord?  And if you're in the woods late at night this August, spare a thought for Don Henry and Kevin Ives, and the state of our Republic as we all look for meaning in the celestial in these waning Dog Star days.       

FULL SUPERSPECTRUM DOMINANCE

    

“Stretching across Asia, from Northern Manchuria, through Tibet, west through Persia, and ending in Kurdistan, was a chain of seven towers, on isolated mountaintops, and in each of these towers sat continually a priest of Satan, who, by broadcasting occult vibrations controlled the destinies of the world for evil.”        Adventures in Arabia, William Seabrook  (1927)

     “Hey everybody…don’t you feel that there’s something…”  It’s A Long Way There, Graham Goble  (1975)

     “What the phenomenon really says is that the universe is a subset of something else.”     Jacques Vallee’s final statement so far on the nature of the UFO enigma

     Occult secret societies.  Military intelligence.  Dark religious orders.  The roots of Nazi-connected elites.  Banking cabals worldwide.  The Central Intelligence Agency.  The National Security State.  NASA.  Ever wonder why these and other far-reaching bedfellows always become entangled the more one looks into forbidden areas like mind control, Remote Viewing, the UFO phenomenon, and various breadcrumbs and clues left behind by assorted serial killers and Manchurian Candidates?  Do you suspect a behind-the-scenes yearning for contact with “something other” by a generational Octopus of elite controllers?  Does the CIA use Satanism as a front for social engineering or vice versa?  Does a vast unknown “control system” own humanity?  These nagging questions left splinters in the minds of great thinkers such as Jacques Vallee, J. Allen Hynek, and John Keel, and still form a crucible for our world events today, which month by month threaten to overrun the banks of common sense and rationality, spilling over into a new paradigm, a fracturing of a previous reality we only thought we knew.  Time seems to quicken even now into a headlong flight to esoteric, sinister notions previously uncharted.  Leonard Cohen sensed this when he wrote: “Things are going to slide, slide in all directions/ Won’t be nothing you can measure anymore/ The blizzard of the world has crossed the threshold and has overturned the order of the soul.”  No one has ever found better phrasing to describe our slipping down that slope of apathy and massive disinterest.  Our ultimate destruction lies in our lack of curiosity for the things that matter.

     Globe-hopping author John Keel, in his book The Eighth Tower (1976), a manuscript of ideas “faceless editors in tiny cubicles” had previously slashed from his The Mothman Prophecies, first described something he called the Superspectrum, and it could play heavily into what we’re looking for as a Unified Field Theory of High Strangeness, encompassing everything from UFOs and Bigfoot to precognition, Men in Black, teleportation, dark matter, parallel worlds and every manner of psychic phenomena imaginable.  As cutting edge research into quantum mechanics and fringe science continues to advance, Keel looks more and more like a mad prophet that intuited something beyond the scope of so-called normal thinking in the 1960s.  It also could very easily be that much of Keel’s thinking began to leak its way into and color the parapolitical realm up to and after the turn of the millennium, as the idea of merely communicating with sentient intelligences in other realms turned into more open discourse and continued instruction. 

     The early Project Blue Book government shill-turned-true believer Dr. J. Allen Hynek would come to believe that all UFOs  witnessed were not from one singular source, and by the 1980s, he began to think that a great number of them were from what he called a parallel reality, a theory inherited from his friend and co-researcher Jacques Vallee in the 1970s, who  borrowed it from Keel in the 1960s. 

     In speaking with Vallee, Hynek said: “When we’re talking about an object that people are reporting (in the Hudson Valley NY area) that’s larger than a football field, where do you put it during the day if it only comes out at night?  How do you hide something that big?”  Much data was examined and people reported the object disappearing and re-appearing, along with eyewitness pilot reports of the object folding in on itself, like a telescoping antenna.  Hynek amid all this came to the conclusion that he would be sorely disappointed if UFOs turned out to be merely somebody else's spaceships.  Talks soon turned to multi-dimensional realities; a parallel universe.  When asked time and again by fellow researchers why there were so many sightings, numbering in the thousands, in the Hudson Valley from approximately 1983-1985, he replied “Look for windows.”  He believed, after years of spewing the government debunking line and being a skeptic himself, but after now fully examining all the data, that there were “windows” in the space/time fabric that these objects, under intelligent control, used as portals to enter our “here and now.”

     More than once in wee-hours discussions with confidant Vallee, the late Hynek, after his favorite dessert of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce, would whisper through the curling smoke rings of his pipe: “You know, John Keel just may have been right about this whole thing all along.” 

     “Whoever – or whatever – they are, they’ve got us surrounded.”       John Keel

     More and more Keel’s The Mothman Prophecies (1975) and Operation Trojan Horse (1970) look like works of speculative physics, a macabre cross of Chaos and String Theory where nothing is what it seems, and the world is a playground for quasi-spiritual forces that have anything but our best interests at heart as they have been busy manufacturing a control system that’s been in place for thousands of years.  The fundamental question remains whether or not this control system extends to now encompass the intelligence complex, in place in this country since the end of WWII, using fronts like Satanism and Terrorism (essentially Operation Gladio continued) to catapult whatever endgame has been authored.  Within this agenda there can be numerous factions all working seemingly at cross-purposes yet in reality toward the same finale, hence the slippery nature of trying to purchase some kind of grip on the Octopus.  Even before Keel, Charles Fort thought there could be a human element, a secret order, liaisons, working in consort with this off-world control system.  What would he think of the world today if he could see this picture of the second Bush inauguration, where Vice President Dick Cheney smugly flashes his true allegiances to historic numbers of protesters safely tucked in behind their “free speech zones?”  (And just to get this off my chest, I thought the entire United States was originally designed as one big Free Speech Zone.) 

    

    

     To those wondering about that hand symbol, no, he’s not a fan of Texas.  This is a creature pivotal to the destruction, during the Ford Administration, of the majority of records pertaining to MKUltra and the even more atrocity-laden Project Artichoke as well as other mind control ops such as the dreaded Project Monarch, not to mention being the architect of a worldview – a Weltanschauung – that saw the destruction of arguably more lives than any since the Holocaust and Pol Pot’s Khmer Rouge.  This soulless “thing” was there for the first drafts of what would become Full Spectrum Dominance, the abhorrent desire of the military and security complex to control every facet of the battlespace that is by their definition your life, including but not limited to all “terrestrial, aerial, maritime, subterranean, extraterrestrial, psychological, and bio- and cyber-technological” facets.  How well do you think they’ve succeeded?  The whole of this creature’s existence makes a lie of those who would laugh at the prospect of Satanism, Luciferianism, and Satanic Ritual Abuse systematically institutionalized on our planet today.  It’s just a conspiracy theory, right?  As many as want to can blithely think that while we try to place our hands on the blueprints to the gears of the machine we rage against.

  

     In that spirit, let’s gaze once more into the superspectrum, because before we can grind their gears to a halt, we first need to understand how to hack into their party line and see just how a communication breakdown could be implemented.  Keel began with detailing the electromagnetic spectrum and the inability of the human mind to fully comprehend it, much less harness or manipulate it on a five-sense level.  He then postulated a “superspectrum,” of which the electromagnetic spectrum was only a small subset.  This second spectrum was “comprised of energies known to exist but that cannot be accurately measured with present-day instruments…a shadowy world of energies which produce well-observed effects, particularly on biological organisms.  This superspectrum is the source of all paranormal manifestations from flying saucers to extrasensory perception, little green men, and tall, hairy monsters.  It is hard to pin down scientifically because it is extradimensional, existing outside our own space-time continuum, yet influencing everything within our reality.”  Keel gave the name “ultraterrestrials” to those unknowable agencies or entities he postulated may exist in the wider vistas of said superspectrum, essentially classifying in one fell swoop UFOs, Bigfoot, ghosts, trolls, vampires, the Loch Ness Monster, Mothman, and everything else that pops up here literally from “time to time.”

     Writers like Keel, Vallee, and F.W. Holiday (who logged many years of research in and around Loch Ness, and came face-to-face with its increasingly paranormal aspects), all seem to have arrived at points in their research where they became frightened (or in the rigidly scientific Vallee’s case, wary); a touch of foreboding shading their dispatches, almost to the point of submitting writings on the verge of panic.  Did they intuit or glimpse things that would ultimately be revealed in time to the deep black military worlds and their paymasters?  Again, we have only the most gossamer of clues, but what we do know is unsettling, especially regarding the nature of our consensus reality, the soul, and their troubling connections.

    

     “Now here I go again I see/ the crystal visions/ I keep my visions to myself/

It’s only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and/ Have you any dreams you’d like to sell?”      from ‘Rumours’  S.Nicks

      On October 18, 1973, at approximately 10:30 PM a UH-1H helicopter of the United States Army Reserve left Port Columbus, Ohio, for its home base of Cleveland Hopkins airport, ninety-six nautical miles to the north-northeast. In command, in the right-front seat, was Captain Lawrence J. Coyne, thirty-six, with nineteen years of flying experience. At the controls, in the left-front seat, sat First Lieutenant Arrigo Jezzi, twenty-six, a chemical engineer. Behind Jezzi sat Sergeant John Healey, thirty-five, a Cleveland policeman who was the flight medic, and behind Coyne was the Crew Chief, Sergeant Robert Yanacsek, twenty-three, a computer technician. The helicopter was cruising at 2,500 feet above sea level at an indicated airspeed of ninety knots, above mixed hills, woods, and rolling farmland, averaging 1,200 feet elevation. The night was totally clear, calm, and starry. The last quarter moon was just rising.

     About ten miles south of Mansfield, Healey noticed a single red light off to the west, flying south. It seemed brighter than a standard aircraft port-wing light, but it was not considered relevant traffic, and he does not recall mentioning it. An estimated two minutes later, at approximately 11:02 PM, Yanacsek noted a single red light on the southeast horizon. He assumed it was either a radio-tower beacon or an aircraft port-wing light - most likely an aircraft, since it was not flashing - and he watched it "for a long time, a minute to ninety seconds" before calling it to Coyne's attention. Coyne, smoking, relaxing, glanced over, noted the light, assumed it was distant traffic, and told Yanacsek casually to "keep an eye on it."

     After an estimated additional thirty seconds, Yanacsek announced that the light had turned toward the helicopter and appeared to be on a converging flight path. Coyne verified Yanacsek's assessment, grabbed the controls from Jezzi, and put the UH-1H into a powered descent of approximately 500 feet per minute.  Coyne later estimated the startling speed of the unknown: it went from being a red light on the horizon to pacing their helicopter in less than 10 seconds. Almost simultaneously, Coyne established radio contact with Mansfield control tower, ten miles to the northwest. Coyne thought the flight was an Air National Guard F-100 from Mansfield. After an initial acknowledgment ("This is Mansfield Tower, go ahead Army 1-5-triple-4"), radio contact failed. Jezzi then attempted transmission on both UHF and VHF frequencies without success. Although the channel and keying tones were both heard, there was no response from Mansfield, and a subsequent check by Coyne revealed that Mansfield had no tape of even the initial transmission.

     The red light continued its radial bearing and increased greatly in intensity. Coyne increased his rate of descent to 2,000 feet per minute and his airspeed to 100 knots. The last altitude he noted was 1,700 feet. Just as a collision appeared imminent, the unknown light halted in its westward course and assumed a hovering relationship above and in front of the helicopter. "It wasn't cruising, it was stopped. For maybe ten to twelve seconds - just stopped," Yanacsek reported. Coyne, Healey, and Yanacsek agree that a cigar-shaped, slightly domed object subtended an angle of nearly the width of the front windshield. A featureless, gray, metallic-looking structure was precisely delineated against the background stars. Yanacsek reported "a suggestion of windows" along the top dome section. The red light emanated from the bow, a white light became visible at a slightly indented stern, and then, from aft/below, a green 'pyramid shaped" beam equated to a directional spotlight became visible. The green beam passed upward over the helicopter nose, swung up through the windshield, continued upward and entered the tinted upper window panels. At that point (and not before), the cockpit was enveloped in green light.

      Jezzi reported only a bright white light, comparable to the leading light of a small aircraft, visible through the top ‘greenhouse' panels of the windshield. After the estimated ten seconds of "hovering," the object began to accelerate off to the west, now with only the white "tail" light visible. The white light maintained its intensity even as its distance appeared to increase, and finally (according to Coyne and Healey), it appeared to execute a decisive 45 degree turn to the right, head out toward Lake Erie, and then "snap out" over the horizon. Healey reported that he watched the object moving westward "for a couple of minutes." Jezzi said it moved faster than the 250-knot limit for aircraft below 10,000 feet, but not as fast as the 600-knot approach speed reported by the others. There was no noise from the object or turbulence during the encounter, except for one "bump" as the object moved away to the west. After the object had broken off its hovering relationship, Jezzi and Coyne noted that the magnetic compass disk was rotating approximately four times per minute and that the altimeter read approximately 3,500 feet; a 1,000 foot-per-minute climb was in progress. Coyne insists that the collective was still bottomed from his evasive descent. Since the collective could not be lowered further, he had no alternative but to lift it, whatever the results, and after a few seconds of gingerly maneuvering controls (during which the helicopter reached nearly 3,800 feet), positive control was achieved. By that time the white light had already moved into the Mansfield area. Coyne had been subliminally aware of the climb; the others not at all, yet they had all been acutely aware of the g-forces of the dive. The helicopter was brought back to the flight plan altitude of 2,500 feet, radio contact was achieved with Canton/Akron, and the night then proceeded uneventfully to Cleveland.

     Mrs. E. C. and four adolescents were driving south from Mansfield to their rural home on October 18, 1973, at approximately 11 P.M., when they were attracted to a single steady bright red light flying south "at medium altitude." They watched for perhaps half a minute until it disappeared to the south over the trees.

     Approximately five minutes later, now driving east on Route 430, approaching the Charles Mill Reservoir, the family became aware of two bright lights - red and green - descending rapidly toward them from the southeast. When first seen, the angular distance between the lights was about 2 degrees; the red light appeared to be leading. Mrs. C. pulled over to the shoulder of the deserted road and kept the engine and car lights running. The lights - bigger than point sources - slowed and moved as a unit to the right of the car and the family became aware of yet another group of lights - some of these flashing - and "a beating sound, a lot of racket" approaching from the southwest.

     Two of the children (cousins, both age thirteen) jumped from the car and observed both a helicopter and the object, which they described as "like a blimp," "as big as a school bus," "sort of pear shaped."  The object assumed a hovering position over the helicopter, an estimated 500 feet back from the road and 500 feet above the trees. (The ground elevation at the site is almost exactly 1,000 feet above sea level; thus at the noted 1,700-foot altimeter reading, the helicopter was actually about 650 feet above the trees.) The object's green light then flared up. "It was like rays coming down," the witnesses said. The helicopter, the trees, the road, the car - everything turned green." The kids scrambled with fright back into the car and Mrs. C. proceeded apace. Their estimated total time outside the car was "about a minute." Neither ground witnesses nor aircrew are sure at what point the two aircraft disengaged; the ground witnesses reported that the unidentified object crossed to the north side of the road behind the car, appeared to move eastward for a few seconds, then reversed its direction and climbed toward the northwest towards Mansfield - a flight path which correlates perfectly the motion of the object established through analysis of the aircrew's report.

     Any theory of the object's being a meteor (UFO skeptic Philip Klass maintains that the object was a "fireball of the Orionids meteor shower") can readily be rejected on the basis of: (1) the duration of the event (an estimated 300 seconds); (2) the marked deceleration and hard-angle maneuver of the object at closest approach; (3) the precisely defined shape of the object; and (4) the horizon-to-horizon flight path.

     The possibility of a high-performance aircraft likewise is untenable when one examines the positions and colors of the lights with respect to the flight path of the object. To have presented the reported configurations, and been in accordance with FAA regulations, an aircraft would have had to be flying sideways, either standing on its tail, tail-to to the helicopter, or upside-down head-on. Other arguments against aircraft hypothesis are: (1) a fixed-wing aircraft moving across the line of sight would appear to move most rapidly when passing directly in front of the observer; (2) a fixed-wing aircraft would not have the capability of decelerating from high velocity to "hover" within a few seconds time; (3) a helicopter would have the capability of hovering, but would not be capable of the high forward speeds reported; (4) a conventional aircraft, if within 500 to 1,000 feet, would have produced noise audible inside the helicopter; (5) the FAA requires either a strobe or a rotating beacon on either the top or bottom of the fuselage, (6) FAA requires that no aircraft shall fly below 10,000 feet msl at speeds above 250 knots; (7) some of the features of a conventional aircraft would have been seen, e.g., wings, engine pods, windows, empennage, numbers, logo.

     Coyne reported that the Magnaflux/Zygio method of nondestructive testing was applied to the rotors the following day and that there was no indication that they had been subjected to fatigue-producing stresses. Comparable times/distances/directions support the possibility that the red light first seen by the C. family, Healey's red light, and the object of the encounter were all one and the same. Yanacsek's red light on the eastern horizon was under continuous observation and was unequivocally the object of the encounter.  In addition, the magnetic compass in the Huey never functioned correctly after the incident, and had to be replaced.  Coyne in 1978 would go on to serve as a guest delegate and give testimony at the United Nations Symposium looking into the UFO ‘Problem’ Intelligence and the Human Future (that’s him behind the Grenada placard, with J. Allen Hynek smoking the pipe at far left).

     Coyne far right again at same Symposium, with Hynek and Jacques Vallee sitting between.

     What’s interesting for us however, is the unusual attention everyone in the helicopter that night warranted after the incident.  As they used to say late nights on the radio, please pay attention; here’s where it gets strange.  Coyne in particular received a call from the Surgeon General’s Office, Department of the Army, inquiring whether or not he had, since the incident, any “unusual dreams.”  He dutifully reported a very lucid dream of an out-of-body-experience, or OBE.

     Richard L. Thompson, in his work Alien Identities, paralleling UFO accounts with the Vedic texts, quoted Sgt. John Healey of the Mansfield incident crew:  “As time would go by, the Pentagon would call us up and ask us, ‘Well, has this incident happened to you since the night of the occurrence?’  And in two of the instances that I recall, what they questioned me, was, number one, have I ever dreamed of body separation, and I have – I dreamed that I was dead in bed and that my spirit or whatever was floating, looking down at me lying dead in bed…and the other thing was if I had ever dreamed of anything of spherical shape.  Which definitely had not occurred, to me.”

     The Pentagon frequently called Coyne with similar concerns, and would continue to hound all of the crew in the ensuing months and years following that starry October meeting two weeks shy of Samhain.  “One wonders,” writes Thompson, “who in the Pentagon might be interested in the UFO/out-of-body-experience connection?”  And more pointedly, why the intense interest?  Jeff Wells at the crucial Rigorous Intuition site writes “perhaps this is a good place to reintroduce the egg imagery common to UFOs and the soul, and the occult workings meant to open portals and birth a new aeon.  Whitley Strieber writes in Transformation that his visitors told him ‘we recycle souls.’”

     Whistleblower extraordinaire of the December 1980 Rendlesham Forest incidents at Bentwaters AFB in southeastern England, Larry Warren, also has something to say regarding intense curiosity exhibited by his superiors post-experience. 

      After three nights of multiple unknown craft on the ground, in the skies, possibly coming from underground, and being seen with their humanoid pilots in and around the towering Corsican pines by dozens of witnesses, Warren and others involved, already suffering close encounters, missing time, radiation poisoning, retinal burns, PTSD, and a host of other ‘Oz effects,’ were then subjected to cross examination (and possible mental tampering), by both the Office of Naval Intelligence and the Armed Forces Security Services (AFSS), long rumoured to be a branch of the National Security Agency.

    

     In the early months of 1981 after these encounters with The Other, the base at Bentwaters would exhibit the highest rate of suicide in the history of NATO.  But there’s more.

     “We were also told,” Warren remembers, “if any of us has any unusual dreams here was a number to call, day or night, every day…they call in psychiatrists to play head games, ‘are you having any dreams?’  Dreams were SO important to whoever we were talking to on the other end of the phones…’what are your dreams?  Do you feel compulsions to do anything?  You have to tell us.  It’s dangerous not to tell us.’”  One wonders if there was some early precursor to Full Spectrum Dominance being put into play here, and not just on the earthly plane, long before the Silicon Valley whispers of chips in your arm and iphones in your brain.  One increasingly gets the idea that whatever happened at Rendlesham was played out on the thinnest of veneers, an eggshell skin of what true reality is.

     Or as Warren himself says, referencing something unspoken and beyond the norm that happened to him in Texas in the summer of 1980 prior to his being first deployed to the U.K.: “There’s something even beyond the ‘spook’ level here that’s been pulling the strings for many, many years.”

     Remember also the dreams, nightmares, and premonitions on display in the weeks prior to the first appearance of the Mothman in Point Pleasant, West Virginia on November 12^th, 1966. 

     As well as the dreams that were visited upon anyone staying on the property of the infamous Skinwalker Ranch in the Uintah Basin, Utah in the early and mid-1990s, before and during its acquisition by billionaire Robert Bigelow and his National Institute of Discovery Science (NIDS).

     Bigelow’s shadowy ties to the more radical scions of the defense industry as well as brothers-in-arms like John Alexander, Jacques Vallee, and even being situated within spitting distance of the slippery Michael Aquino is hardly cause for non-concern among those studying the various overlapping subsets of mind control, social engineering, and governmental witchcraft.

     If dreams are a distant early warning system against the madness slouching, yet to be born, you can bet there’ll always be a gaggle of earth-bound Freddy Kruegers looking to get a leg up on the rest of the useless eaters.  And if Full Spectrum Dominance is only some mid-range stopgap in the war on us, who’s to say what’s around the corner, or even who’s behind it, because if the Powers-That-Be are in league with a cosmic “control system” masquerading as benevolent benefactors, all bets are off. 

     If they are the inheritors of some sinister, aeons-old technology indistinguishable from magic, then it’s likely that Full Spectrum Dominance isn’t an endgame after all, but a step along the way to something even worse.  And let’s hope those are dreams we’ll never see.  The inhabitants of the Pentagon would never be interested in borrowing age-old Death Magic to weaponize, would they?

     Or where have I seen the outer ring of a pentagon opened before, and for what reason?