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Entry #0073: Discussing my Dilemma with Leo
04-11-2009
That day after I found that damned tracking device, before I
returned to the cabin to stay for the night, I got that hammer and
smashed the hell out of it! Not that it did any good now, but I felt a
little better afterward.
This morning I tried to call Monica, but only got her voice mail.
She was back down below by now, where she lived, I figured. I left a
message, to call me, and also relayed latest developments.
Then I called Leo and updated him, especially about the tracking
device. His first response was, "You're really in hot water now, old
pal."
I asked him, how did he think they located me in the first-place.
How did they figure out I had moved out of Sioux Falls, SD, and to the
high desert here, and right outside of Mulvern? And how did they know
which vehicle was mine in order to stick the tracking device on it?
Leo replied that he could only guess. Quite possibly they may have
tracked me via satellite surveillance, and then just decided to monitor
me for several months, letting me think I was well hidden from them.
Or, if they did lose track of me after Sioux Falls, they could've
eventually found me through triangulation. That is, when we used our
cell phones to talk, they might have been searching and then eventually
found the signals between two towers, one I use here and one Leo uses
where he lives in St. Louis. But it will be just a matter of time before
they find me this way. But now that they actually have found me, or so
it seems, I need to keep hidden down in Area 57, below the cabin.
I asked him, as soon as they knew where I was, why didn't they just
apprehend me immediately? Why wait a few weeks, or months, or however
long they've known? He said he didn't really know, unless I was no real
threat to them - not yet. If I wasn't writing any more conspiratorial
articles, perhaps they were just sitting and waiting, monitoring me, and
my blogs. I told him, if I started that up again, that would probably
hasten their activities, and they'd apprehend me for sure. Leo joked,
"Yeah, if you want to stir up the hornets' nest, make "them" show their
faces, just write a shockingly crazy conspiracy article, something to
get their attention again."
Yeah right. That's all I need to do. If I want to step into a bear trap.
Entry # 0074: A Strange Conversation with Nightlight
04-13-2009
Out of the blue Nightlight called me earlier today, and this time I
recorded our conversation, something I neglected to do before. So here's
the pre-recorded dialogue:
Nightlight: "Mr. Stark."
Stark: "Hello . . . is this--"
Nightlight: "You know who this is."
Stark: "I don't know why you called this time, but I've got to ask you something."
Nightlight: "Shoot."
Stark: "I've encountered two men in dark suits. And I also found a tracking device on my Blazer."
Nightlight: "That's why I called. I got a hot tip that they're in your vicinity. And probably know your exact location."
Stark: "Tell me something I don't know."
Nightlight: "You're still clueless about what's really going on in
the world. You've just scratched the tip of the iceberg, Mr. Stark. So
be careful what you think you know when you circulate your sage wisdom to your readers."
Stark: "Great. Thanks for that dose of humility."
Nightlight: "You do have a big mouth, and sometimes shit comes out of it."
Stark: "A lot of that shit is info you gave me."
Nightlight: (he chuckled slyly)
Stark: "Listen. Exactly why are these schmucks after me?"
Nightlight: "I don't know. Something you must've said. Some dangerous shit, you know. You pissed off the wrong people."
Stark: "I figured that much, but you've got to tell me who they are."
Nightlight: "I don't know. I can only guess just like you."
Stark: Somewhere along the lines you've given me super-sensitive information.
Nightlight: "You're blaming me for your problems?"
Stark: "You're the one with all the inside data. It seems like I've
connected a lot of dots, and somebody out there doesn't like that."
Nightlight: "Really? I'm probably just like you, I know a lot of shit. Who's to say whether it's authentic or not."
Stark: "Yeah, real shit. Gotcha. So, how did they find me?"
Nightlight: "Beats me. Rack your own brain over that puzzle."
Then he hung up. That wasn't much help at all. Then again, I wonder
whether or not he was truly the reliable source I had depended on in the
past -- except that he must have given me some bit of top-secret
intelligence somewhere along the line that I published in one or more of
my articles. Perhaps he likes to mix it up, combining facts with
fiction. Perhaps he was just a player of mind games, or a double agent.
I really didn't know anymore. But I began to doubt that I could trust
him any longer.
Entry #0075: Where am I now?
04-16-2009
I'm feeling disoriented. The strangest thing happened last night
that makes me question my sanity even more. I woke up in a small eight
by six cell with white painted walls, and I was lying on a narrow
uncomfortable cot. I noticed a cockroach climbing up the wall. There was
a metal door with no doorknob with a tiny glass window in the upper
center. Was this a prison cell, or what? I jumped out of the cot and at
the small window and looked out, wondering where the hell I was. There
was a narrow corridor lined with many doors with the same little glass
windows in them. One of them had a pained face smashed against it,
glaring out. I saw a woman in a white nurse's uniform walk by. My God.
I must be in a mental institution!
Someone came to the door and I jump back. A man in a crisp white
orderly outfit unlocked it and came in, saying, "It's time for your
medication."
I wanted to scream, but my throat closed up, and nothing came out. Then I must have blacked out.
I came to, finding the side of my face against the keyboard. I
must've nodded off. I lifted my head up and there was a jumble of
miscellaneous letters on the screen in the blank document I must've
opened.
The question is, either I was dreaming that I was in some mental
institution, or I'm dreaming now. Considering the strange crap going on
in my life lately, I can hope this was only a weird dream.
I've been cooped up down here in Area 57 too long. I decided to go outside and take one of my long desert walks. A grave risk!
Entry #0076: Reaching Monica Finally
04-18-2009
Fortunately, that day I took the walk was uneventful. I saw nothing
out of the ordinary. What were "they" waiting for? Stringing me along,
driving my patience.
I finally got a hold of Monica down below. She was settling back
into her old life and old job. She said she missed the desert, and
missed me too. That made me feel good. She said some old boy friend
tried to rekindle their old flame, but she didn't see anything in the
guy anymore. I hope she sees something in me.
I told her that as soon as my strange fiasco had run its course,
that we should find a way to get together. She said to begin with, that I
should at least visit her for a week or so. I thought that was a good
idea.
I gave her an up-date, about the tracking device I found on my
Blazer, that I was laying low as possible, since "they" could approach
me at any time now. She asked if I felt I should just confront them. I
told her I was afraid that would be a mistake. She said I would have to
deal with the whole situation sooner or later in one form or another,
instead of procrastinating and hiding from it.
Then I told her about the strange dream -- if it was just a dream.
She told me it was symbolic of how I was isolating myself and imagined
that I was losing my mind. I laughed about that, because it sounded
right-on.
We agreed to keep in touch.
Entry #0077: The Mysterious Mine at Balaban Butte
04-21-2009
I began dismissing that weird dream. Wasn't gonna let it bug me. I
had to decide what was reality and what wasn't. I'm sure Monica was
right, it was one of those message dreams. I gotta get out of my
isolationism, in spite of my pursuers - or I'll lose my mind.
But in the meantime, I don't want them to find me. I'm not ready to
confront them just yet. If they come knocking at my door, I can face
them with a loaded shot gun - or ignore them while I sit down in the
bomb shelter, safe in Area 57.
Anyway, I needed to find a backup base, a new hideaway place just in
case those men in black decide to go to my cabin and find me there. So I
had an idea. When I was a teenager, Leo and I would go to Balaban
Butte which lay just west of the residential area above Mulvern. Near
the northern end of the long Butte was an old silver mine, long since
abandoned, and we would play in there, but it was infested with bats.
We were never able to cross a certain point, not just because of the
bats that flew over our heads as we ducked down. About a hundred feet
into the treacherous mine shaft, there was a hole, most likely where the
ground had caved in at one time, due to caverns below. The fissure was
about seven or eight feet across, and although the miners had laid
walking boards across it, these often broke and they had to get more
boards. Leo and I knew this was the case because as we shone our
flashlights down the gaping gap, we saw long broken boards down on the
cavern floor below. So we never crossed this point.
Anyway, it's been over thirty years and I decided I'd check it out,
find out if I could use this mine as a hiding place in case those two
dark men closed in on me at the cabin. I figured there had to be some
way to cross that chasm. I should probably go to the lumberyard on
Jackrabbit Rd, purchase a good long sturdy board that wouldn't break,
and use it as a plank. Then I could investigate further beyond that
hole. But the main plan would be precautionary, if they happened to
follow me to the mine, finding this secret hideaway, I would lay the
plank across the hole, walk across it, and pull the plank away
completely so they couldn't follow me further. Yep, this is the kind of
plan a demented paranoid madman contrives. Maybe I've gone beyond
healthy paranoia and I've truly become deranged. Except I did see those
two men and black van at the Post Office and I'm sure they were after
me. And the tracking device wasn't my imagination either.
Entry #0078: The Truth Being Revealed!
04-23-2009
Who's really after me? What do they really want? Is it aliens,
agents of an invisible government, some covert operation, a criminal
faction, or a secret society of some sort that has some investment in
keeping certain facts or plans secret? I ask these questions now because
very enlightening circumstances have arisen.
I've been putting this off for a few days, but now I must reveal
that I've been contacted via e-mail by an anonymous individual who
claims to be a defector from a particular secret society which is trying
to silence him now for beginning to reveal facts about its existence
and its purpose and diabolical plans, and its connection to a hidden
government beyond the one we're familiar with. Since he can't use his
real name, he said to just call him "Frank."
So Frank told me he had been reading my Area 57 blog and knew he had
to contact me. He said that all over the country ominous agents drove
around in black vans or sedans and intimidated people they can't trust
or may be detrimental to their operation, and it sounded like the same
thing was happening to me, the black van and the dark strangers I saw in
my own vicinity, and the tracking device was an added bonus to their
intimidation. He told me to lie real low, that they're dangerous, if
these are indeed who he thinks they are.
I feel I'm finally getting closer to the source - closer to danger, actually.
Entry #0079: Is it Information or Misinformation?
04-26-2009
This mysterious individual called Frank is giving me more info now, at his own risk. His e-mails are getting longer now.
He says this secret society he once belonged to is part of a larger
conglomerate which is very much like other secret groups, such as Skull
& Bones, that recruits special individuals at the college level,
those who are the most intelligent, with the highest aptitude, and those
willing to be the most loyal to their cause. Then they help them
succeed to where they get promoted in distinguished careers or get
placed in high offices, such as the government, big business,
pharmaceutical and medical areas, and some become college professors,
who seek out more recruits. They also promote individuals in the banking
industry, where corporate executives and presidents are important
members, and so on. I asked him, are these groups part of what many
theorists call the Illuminati? The guy replied that outsiders call it
that, but it's just a label given to them, but they don't call
themselves that. But they usually call themselves "The Group," he said,
although it's essentially a conglomerate of groups, whose real name is
top-secret and he is afraid to give it out. But he was a member of one
of the smaller groups beneath its large umbrella, and now has defected.
I couldn't help but be skeptical about this all too forthcoming
informant. Could Frank be a spy trying to lure me out of concealment, to
ferret me out, exposing me? Was he merely feeding me misinformation
that sounded right, but actually wasn't? Was he dangling tasty carrots
to bring me out of hiding? By calling himself "Frank" was he implying
frankness and sincerity in all he relayed to me? While actually this
might not be true at all?
When he did ask me, "Where are you located so we can meet and talk
further?" I told him not yet, that I can't trust anyone. He assured me
that he was confiding in me with secrets he could be killed for.
Entry #0080: Dismal Nights at Balaban Butte
04-28-2009
Although we've corresponded a few times, Frank hasn't replied to my
last message. He was replying the same day for the last few days, but
today -- nothing. Maybe he's just being cautious. I don't blame him. I
hope he hasn't been caught.
A few days ago, early in the morning, around four o'clock or so, I
heard someone snooping around outside my cabin. That was enough to make
me too antsy, although they soon left. I got up and checked it out in my
security cam footage, but only saw a shadow cross the screen once, from
the porch cam. Being dark out, there's not much you can see.
But I know "they" are getting far too close now! If "they" were the ones snooping around outside my cabin, I have to act fast!
So when it was light out, I stuffed necessities in my back pack, and
drove down to Balaban Butte. I had to park the Blazer at Calvin's, which
was half a mile from the mine at the Butte. So for the time being, I'm
hiding out here. I'm writing things down in my notepad, soon to put up
on the blog.
I bought a sturdy board at the lumberyard to cross the wide gap, by
the way. After I crossed it, I pulled the board toward me so no one else
could cross over.
So I was holed up way into the back end. I've been sleeping here a
few nights in my sleeping bag. What a horrid time! The bats kept
squeaking and flying about over my head. Not to mention they're
malicious bat-shit bombers. Not only that, I had another dream of being
in that white cell in some mental institution. Saw some patient
screaming while running down the hall. Unnerving. Seemed real, but when I
woke up in a cold sweat, I couldn't get back to sleep. My mind must be
playing tricks on me.
Now and then, I'd push the board over the gap, so I could peek
outside the mine opening, but seeing nothing and nobody suspicious.
Early this morning, I decided holing up in a bat-filled mine shaft
really sucked! So I packed up and returned to the cabin, cautiously and
carefully, and going in a roundabout way, keeping my eyes open for the
black van, or those dark-suited strangers walking about. But I saw
nothing and no one. Now that I'm back, I'll be submitting this current
entry. I decided to stay holed up down in Area 57 for a while, and just
watch my security cameras in case the black van might drive up the dirt
road anytime soon.
Entry #0081: More Meaty Info from Frank
04-30-2009
Alright, Frank finally contacted me again. Said he might be getting
paranoid, but he's seeing one of those black vans in his part of town,
circling the neighborhood. He said he has been hopscotching from place
to place in his city to evade them, sleeping in his truck, staying away
from his apartment, but these goons are cunning in tracking and finding
people, he says.
Then he tells me that these numerous secret societies that are
interconnected, known as the Group, make up a diabolical invisible
secret government, that he was a member of only one of them. Apparently
this mega-group had a lot of power and pulled a lot of strings in
various governments across the world, he said. I find that hard to
believe, but it's possible. The Group is trying to instigate what many
call the New World Order, but his particular outfit had a more direct
hand in promoting a particular sinister scheme, something they call the
Armageddon Plan. Oddly, that phrase sounded familiar. Something I
must've read about or researched some time ago. I asked what the name of
his particular group was, but he said he couldn't disclose its name.
Frank also says that one or more of its smaller groups, or
subsidiaries, may be the ones that are after me, representing the Group,
whose ultimate goal was world domination.
He said although the clandestine factions of the Group in the United
States were doing their part in endeavoring to take control of our
nation and its government, likewise, all of the subsidiaries across the
world were joining forces to initiate world domination, hence
establishing the New World Order across the whole globe.
Yikes! Is this guy for real? Or just pulling my leg? Time will tell . . .
Yeah, I have researched various New World Order scenarios, mostly
just harebrained conspiracy theories. But if there's truth to any of
them, then this world is definitely in really hot water!
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