2009 and Beyond
Our walkabout lasted just shy of two years. We lived in our tent and found more suitable shelter during the cold winter months, staying ‘on the road’ throughout this incredible time. Lucas would study from his textbooks with some regularity but for the most part his education was spent observing the many fascinating places, people and animals that filled our world.
Wherever we travelled we made friends, the kindness of individuals almost overwhelming, a daily affirmation most people want to be kind and do the right thing. Quite the opposite really of what the papers and news reports lead one to expect. From total strangers we established meaningful connections in as short a time as a few minutes.
Whenever we stayed in one place long enough the bond of kinship inevitably deepened, as it transpired with the managers of a campground near Nelson BC. They were very understanding of our financial circumstance, allowing us to stay for a month until we could manage to pay them. Their kindness and flexibility meant the world to us, and we were enabled to call this camp our home and even relax for the magical time we spent there.
Along this winding road we continued to search for information, usually in public libraries with free internet access, to assist me in better understanding the circumstances of my life and the many mysteries for which we sought the answer. It was during one of these online sessions we learned of Monarch Butterflies, the so called serving women of the clandestine services. Always blond haired, blue eyed and beautiful, they are high level couriers who also provide other services, usually ‘dying’ by the age of thirty, literally disposed of.
It was such a person who had publicly disclosed her involvement in the butterfly project from the very young age of two that caught our interest, and after reading as much as we could find on the subject (still a closely guarded secret) we decided to make contact with her. After a short email exchange we agreed to a phone conversation, our campground hosts Dan & Lynn facilitating our use of their business line.
On sharing our intention to make contact with this world of mystery and intentional confusion, they whole heartedly supported the idea which was very reassuring. We gave them some of the detailed background of my life and they were receptive. So, taking a few necessary precautions we made the call on September 10, 2001 and spoke with Mark a self described ex-CIA Contractor highly skilled in the field of mind control. He was the man responsible for rescuing and protecting monarch butterfly Kathy from the clutches of the government agency controlling her. Directly linked to the MK Ultra project, in her own words she was a sort of Manchurian Candidate who ultimately fought the programming and was able to break away with Mark’s help to a significant degree. This is the stuff of spy movies yet is more real than most can imagine, given uneventful daily lives. The truth of this shadow world is indeed stranger than fiction.
While explaining the many strange events of my life to Mark; of being followed, remembering the chair, and a list of other oddities, we were surprised by his offer of help. He said we needed to meet, to ‘come in’ as he put it. When he asked us where we were I purposely named a town about a hundred miles away from our actual location. He said, “Give me a moment,” and coming back on the line a minute later said there was a contact agent in Nelson with whom we could meet. He suggested we send him our pictures so he could forward it to facilitate the meet. This was all a bit surprising! Realizing there could be a CIA-connected agent less than a hundred miles away from where we were sitting was something we were not too terribly comfortable with.
We learned many things during the two hour conversation with Mark, including the authenticity of the Montauk Chair, and his assurance I had been there, based on my description. As you can probably imagine this conversation created a bit of tension, keeping me on the edge of my seat. It is one thing to witness strange events and coincidences of my life, but another thing altogether to be told I was right to be concerned, that what I could never confirm was going on was the actual reality of the situation—it was a bit shocking to receive affirmation like this.
The one luxury we did possess was time, and we took full advantage in weighing every comment from every possible angle, point-by-point. In the end, having no way to validate what he told us and no idea who he really was we decided to walk away, declining his offer to meet or maintain further contact. Not getting a solid feel about his intention made me squirm inside.
The very next morning was 9/11 and we were shortly to hear of the twin towers falling and the unprecedented devastation of that day. Lucas was at the campground office watching cartoons as he did every morning. He came running up to our tent saying, “You have to come and watch this!” We responded affirmatively but continued finishing the dishes, assuring him we would come down as soon as we were done. Rephrasing his statement with greater emphasis he demanded, “You have to come down, NOW!”
So Patrick followed Lucas to the TV on the outside office deck while I remained at our campsite, sitting alone for a long time, unable to shake the feeling I was somehow connected to what was happening. At this point I still did not know what had occurred, only that it was terrible. This was something I will never forget, a feeling in the pit of my stomach that somehow this was connected to our phone conversation of the previous day. While that may seem melodramatic to many, this was a reality I had to face—the forces so influencing my life originated from the same source as those inflicting this destruction on New York City. I eventually made my way to the office and in mere moments the reality of the event was fully understood. Knowing all to well what these people are capable of, what I witnessed was no more surprising to me than watching the sun come up, yet the import of its deeper significance something different altogether. When you live in this world for long enough the strategies and patterns become so transparent the only surprising thing is why others cannot see it.**
Dan was certain beyond doubt that our phone call was connected to what we were seeing on television. He was actually scared, realizing this possibility and became anxious about our departure date. Once again it was time to move on.
Many times while on our walkabout we experienced strange circumstances such as unmarked black helicopters hovering over our campsite or the beach we were relaxing on. More than once we were awakened in the wee hours of the morning to the sound of rotor blades directly above our tent, even while camped alone in the middle of nowhere. There seemed to be no place we could find complete isolation, and in fact we began to wonder if one day someone would just show up and take me away. How were they tracking us? Who were they? What did they want? Burning questions without answers.
I had dreamt a few times of the possibility of someone coming to take me, so we developed a signal to alert Patrick and Lucas if one day they should find me gone from our campsite. It seemed so strange to think this way, but this was our reality. Given the number of times I was followed I could not deny it was a distinct possibility.
The years following 9/11 became intense with the idea that I was indeed someone of interest and the dreams were there to warn me of the danger. The year 2009 seemed to mark a turning point however, showing me I had the strength and courage to not only fight back, but face what happened to me as a child, turning it into something beneficial for others. This year marked the time when I began to face my fears head on and to see a way past them. It was always a difficult road with no easy turns, the road signs confusing, an all pervading darkness, but there is light around me now; something I struggled to believe in for such a long time.
Provided here are a couple of links that explain about MK Ultra and the Montauk project. Mark has since died, survived by Cathy his wife.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montauk_Project
https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sociopolitica/sociopol_archivetc14.htm
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