Sep 18, 2007 - Entry #18
*This diary is intended to be an official record for the world as to what is happening to me and my family and what (although unknown at this point) is to be. -- for an accurate reading, please scroll down and begin with Entry #1*
On the outside, one could easily assume that the plane Boyd and I were about to board was like any other, common, commercial aircraft.
Inside showed a different story with plush leather seats, a livingroom, several offices with closed doors, a sixty inch, wide screen television. All the comforts for either the President or your average Billionaire.
I saw Mr Accountant disappear into an office and close the door behind himself. A Soldier led us to separate seats and we were instructed to ask for anything we wanted to make our flight comfortable. Boyd asked for a cheeseburger and fries with a big smile. And to my surprise, ten minutes into the flight he received it along with the Globe and Mail.
Shorty after take off I turned my attention to the digital tape recorder Mr Accountant had given me. I put the earbuds into my ears and pressed play...
"Who I am is not important. What is important is that you listen carefully. This recorder will only play this once then will be automatically deleted...
...Your wife and son are being held in Iraq by an organization called the Illuminati. A group that has been around for roughly 200 years. Their official goal is simply 'power over the planet through wealth and influence'. Pretty much every government and major corporation on earth has been infiltrated by this society on some level. The top of their list as their means to their ultimate goal is to acquire what has been found in Iraq..."
(at this point I pressed pause and asked for a paper and pen which I promptly received)
"...in 1988 Iraqi archaeologists unearthed a 2800 year old treasure found in the ancient Assyrian city of Nimrud, located south east of the present day city of Mosul. The treasure included 5 crates filled with over 600 pieces of gold jewelry and ornaments. This find was placed on display at Baghdad's National Museum. Almost two years later, Saddam Hussein ordered the invasion of Kuwait. At this point, the treasure was taken and hidden away by unknown individuals and not seen until ...
...March 19, 2003 missiles hit Baghdad and Operation Iraqi Freedom had begun. Looting was out of control and even though the U.S. had mandated to protect at all museums, palaces etc, the majority of forces were initially ordered to protect one bank...
...Why would they care about one bank and not worry about the billions of dollars of gold and national treasures being stolen and destroyed? Simply put, the treasure of Nimrud was known to be hidden in the basement of this bank...and what has not been released to the public is the fact that one of these crates held several scrolls...
...These scrolls are made of an unknown, metallic cloth like material that can not be destroyed. Identical to scrolls found in a recent archaeological find in Peru...they are not of this world.
...depending on one's viewpoint. these scrolls hold information that could possibly destroy mankind or save it...
The Illuminati has viewed this find to be a tool that could not only collapse the Catholic church but also bring world leaders to their knees. This my friend is the reason why the Invasion of Iraq occurred. All else has been a smokescreen.
The Illuminati are desperate to decipher these scrolls and they have discovered that there is only one individual on the planet that can translate the etched writings and symbols...
...your son"
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Monday, September 17, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Sep 16, 2007 - Entry #17
Sep 16, 2007 - Entry #17
*This diary is intended to be an official record for the world as to what is happening to me and my family and what (although unknown at this point) is to be. -- for an accurate reading, please scroll down and begin with Entry #1*
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I appreciate all email, thoughts and prayers/support while I have been absent from internet use. I shall respond to all email as promptly as I can.
I am back in the United States and I will continue with this blog. It is more important now than ever (as you shall soon see) that I continue to convey an accurate, chronological account of what has happened.
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...I sat next to Boyd on the flight to Alaska, thinking about the dream. I couldn't get over how real it was and I hoped to hell what Mr Leatherskin had said was bullshit.
The facility at HAARP was damn near identical to Groom Lake. Several stories of floors underground. Security procedures were identical. Photographs, retinal scans, DNA swabs etc.
Mr Accountant and two Military Police led us to a living quarters. (or should I say temporary prison). The bedrooms were slightly larger and a little more comfortable. We were shown a recreation room that was ours to use, complete with a billiards table, a library of books (mostly fiction) and a movie screen which showed mostly classic films.
Roughly after a week of pacing the walls an MP Officer arrived at our floor and handed me a folder with a NSA emblem in a corner and marked 'CLASSIFIED LEVEL 4' across the front (no idea what level 4 meant).
Without a word the MP ignored my 'what's this?' and headed back to disappear into the elevators.
I sat on my bed and opened the folder. I quickly realized that it was the 'file' on Claire.
Several pictures showed her on the first few pages. Close up of her out in public. Obviously under surveillance. The following pages revealed a fairly detailed biography. Some speculation but mostly facts.
Overall the folder revealed that she is a mercenary/assassin for hire and a deadly one at that.
It also was clear that she could win an academy award for the way she could infiltrate tight groups / foreign governments, gain trust, strike then disappear like the wind. Her arsenal of tools included poison, sniper rifles, knives and hand to hand combat. She had learned her skills in the U.S. Special Forces and had gone AWOL. Prior to her military career her life was speculation. The file suspected that she had come from Ireland as a teenager and had a past completely fabricated in order to get into the military. It seemed that she had someone pulling strings and had long term plans for her.
I sat thinking about the day she pushed the gun in my face and the convincing 'story' of what happened to her. This woman obviously had zero conscience and it made the hairs stand up on my neck knowing she had Michael.
The following days were finally interrupted by Mr Accountant. They had found my wife and son in Iraq. It was now 'urgent' that they get me there.
Panic filled my chest 'Why urgent!?'
Mr Accountant handed me a digital, hand held recorder and headphones. "Listen to this on the plane.'
He abruptly turned and left without a word.
*This diary is intended to be an official record for the world as to what is happening to me and my family and what (although unknown at this point) is to be. -- for an accurate reading, please scroll down and begin with Entry #1*
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I appreciate all email, thoughts and prayers/support while I have been absent from internet use. I shall respond to all email as promptly as I can.
I am back in the United States and I will continue with this blog. It is more important now than ever (as you shall soon see) that I continue to convey an accurate, chronological account of what has happened.
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...I sat next to Boyd on the flight to Alaska, thinking about the dream. I couldn't get over how real it was and I hoped to hell what Mr Leatherskin had said was bullshit.
The facility at HAARP was damn near identical to Groom Lake. Several stories of floors underground. Security procedures were identical. Photographs, retinal scans, DNA swabs etc.
Mr Accountant and two Military Police led us to a living quarters. (or should I say temporary prison). The bedrooms were slightly larger and a little more comfortable. We were shown a recreation room that was ours to use, complete with a billiards table, a library of books (mostly fiction) and a movie screen which showed mostly classic films.
Roughly after a week of pacing the walls an MP Officer arrived at our floor and handed me a folder with a NSA emblem in a corner and marked 'CLASSIFIED LEVEL 4' across the front (no idea what level 4 meant).
Without a word the MP ignored my 'what's this?' and headed back to disappear into the elevators.
I sat on my bed and opened the folder. I quickly realized that it was the 'file' on Claire.
Several pictures showed her on the first few pages. Close up of her out in public. Obviously under surveillance. The following pages revealed a fairly detailed biography. Some speculation but mostly facts.
Overall the folder revealed that she is a mercenary/assassin for hire and a deadly one at that.
It also was clear that she could win an academy award for the way she could infiltrate tight groups / foreign governments, gain trust, strike then disappear like the wind. Her arsenal of tools included poison, sniper rifles, knives and hand to hand combat. She had learned her skills in the U.S. Special Forces and had gone AWOL. Prior to her military career her life was speculation. The file suspected that she had come from Ireland as a teenager and had a past completely fabricated in order to get into the military. It seemed that she had someone pulling strings and had long term plans for her.
I sat thinking about the day she pushed the gun in my face and the convincing 'story' of what happened to her. This woman obviously had zero conscience and it made the hairs stand up on my neck knowing she had Michael.
The following days were finally interrupted by Mr Accountant. They had found my wife and son in Iraq. It was now 'urgent' that they get me there.
Panic filled my chest 'Why urgent!?'
Mr Accountant handed me a digital, hand held recorder and headphones. "Listen to this on the plane.'
He abruptly turned and left without a word.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Sep 15, 2007 - Entry #16
Sep 15, 2007 - Entry #16
*This diary is intended to be an official record for the world as to what is happening to me and my family and what (although unknown at this point) is to be. -- for an accurate reading, please scroll down and begin with Entry #1*
before leaving Groom Lake I had a dream...
...Boyd and I had requested to get some sleep. We were exhausted beyond being able to comprehend another word. Mr Accountant nodded and led us from the boardroom to a sleeping quarters section, two more levels down. There were roughly fifty or so doors, along a plain hallway, each opened to a single bedroom. The were more like shoe boxes complete with a small shower stall.
I was so tired I didn't care if it was a closet lined with broken glass, the sight of a pillow was heaven.
As I lay there I felt lead pull my eyelids down and my thoughts drifted to precious moments I had playing with Michael. Instantly, I found myself sitting in our living room, a massive bucket of lego bricks which Valarie and I had bought him for Christmas.
Michael was silently stacking pieces, making what looked like a strange ship. He was humming a song under his breath which struck me odd because I don't remember hm ever taking an interest in music.
I sat there smiling, feeling good at how happy he was.
He suddenly stopped and looked up at me "Dad, you need to know something..."
I raised an eyebrow.
"...Don't believe anybody. Not a soul"
He reached over and placed his hand on mine. I looked down at it and saw it didn't seem right. Kinda bluish and dusty pale. I lifted my gaze to his and realized that his face had changed too. He was horribly sick.
He forced a smile "The world will be wonderful one day."
I put my hand on his forehead. It felt ice cold to the touch. I panicked and told him I was going to take him to the doctor, he could finish his spaceship another time.
He continued to smile "It's not a spaceship Dad. It's a container."
He patted the top of the lego structure. "...inside is the future"
I shook my head confused.
He laughed and lifted the square top by what looked like handles. He set it aside. Just as I was about to peer inside, sand began to pour from it and out into the room.
Within seconds the floor was covered and it was rising fast...Within another few seconds we were both engulfed. I fought like hell to keep Michael above it...sand soon filled my throat and I couldn't scream...
I instantly woke with light stabbing my eyes.
The shadow of Mr Accountant stood in the doorway. "It's time to go"
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*This diary is intended to be an official record for the world as to what is happening to me and my family and what (although unknown at this point) is to be. -- for an accurate reading, please scroll down and begin with Entry #1*
before leaving Groom Lake I had a dream...
...Boyd and I had requested to get some sleep. We were exhausted beyond being able to comprehend another word. Mr Accountant nodded and led us from the boardroom to a sleeping quarters section, two more levels down. There were roughly fifty or so doors, along a plain hallway, each opened to a single bedroom. The were more like shoe boxes complete with a small shower stall.
I was so tired I didn't care if it was a closet lined with broken glass, the sight of a pillow was heaven.
As I lay there I felt lead pull my eyelids down and my thoughts drifted to precious moments I had playing with Michael. Instantly, I found myself sitting in our living room, a massive bucket of lego bricks which Valarie and I had bought him for Christmas.
Michael was silently stacking pieces, making what looked like a strange ship. He was humming a song under his breath which struck me odd because I don't remember hm ever taking an interest in music.
I sat there smiling, feeling good at how happy he was.
He suddenly stopped and looked up at me "Dad, you need to know something..."
I raised an eyebrow.
"...Don't believe anybody. Not a soul"
He reached over and placed his hand on mine. I looked down at it and saw it didn't seem right. Kinda bluish and dusty pale. I lifted my gaze to his and realized that his face had changed too. He was horribly sick.
He forced a smile "The world will be wonderful one day."
I put my hand on his forehead. It felt ice cold to the touch. I panicked and told him I was going to take him to the doctor, he could finish his spaceship another time.
He continued to smile "It's not a spaceship Dad. It's a container."
He patted the top of the lego structure. "...inside is the future"
I shook my head confused.
He laughed and lifted the square top by what looked like handles. He set it aside. Just as I was about to peer inside, sand began to pour from it and out into the room.
Within seconds the floor was covered and it was rising fast...Within another few seconds we were both engulfed. I fought like hell to keep Michael above it...sand soon filled my throat and I couldn't scream...
I instantly woke with light stabbing my eyes.
The shadow of Mr Accountant stood in the doorway. "It's time to go"
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