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  “This document, which has been authenticated by experts, describes how Marilyn Monroe—who had been recently jilted by the Kennedy brothers—was upset and hurt, and called Robert Kennedy and a socialite in New York—an art dealer friend of hers. According to this transcript, Ms. Monroe states her intention to set up a press conference and inform the public about what Jack Kennedy had told her regarding objects from outer space that had crashed and been retrieved in New Mexico in the 1940s. President Kennedy had apparently confided to her during pillow talk that he had seen the ET craft and debris from the UFO crash. This still top-secret document is dated the day before the night they found Marilyn Monroe dead. Since being presented with this document, I’ve located someone who was with the Los Angeles Police Department intelligence unit who helped facilitate the wiretapping and monitoring of Miss Monroe up to the time of her death, and actually knew how they killed her. There is no doubt that she was murdered by agents of the United States intelligence community, her death made to look like an overdose. As you can see, this document was signed by James Jesus Angleton III, the legendary fanatical mole hunter and leak stopper within the CIA. This document, in my opinion, was a death warrant for Marilyn Monroe because it summarized what she was intending to do rather imminently. I don’t think she knew what she had stumbled onto, in terms of the kind of blowback her intentions were going to generate. When I showed this document to the actor, Burl Ives, a friend of the late actress, he said, ‘Marilyn Monroe and I knew each other very well and I can tell you this: All of us who knew her were sure she had been murdered, but it wasn’t until seeing this document that I knew why.’

  “Some of the people that Burl knew were good friends with Ronald Reagan. He was able to confirm an exchange that I had heard from other sources that had been with the president during the screening of Close Encounters of the Third Kind. This movie was more of a docudrama than sci-fi. The storyline was inspired by secret Air Force files Steven Spielberg managed to gain access to while visiting Wright-Patterson Air Force Base. Ronald Reagan turned to the people who were at the White House screening and said, ‘There are only a couple people in this room who know how true this movie really is.’

  “The Center for the Study of Extraterrestrial Intelligence has been engaging in what we call CE-5 or Close Encounters initiated by humans. In order to communicate with species that may be thousands to millions of years more advanced than ours required us to think outside the box. There is no question that extraterrestrial life forms have found their way to our planet, the question is … how does a biological travel across vast interstellar distances within the specie’s natural life time? Further, how does one communicate with their home world across such vast distances of space?

  “Let’s begin by examining the challenges of interstellar travel just within our own galaxy. The Milky Way is approximately 100,000 to 180,000 light years in diameter—a light year being the distance a beam of light will travel in one year at a speed of 186,000 miles per second. If an extraterrestrial life form comes from a star system say, a thousand light years away—a distance considered within our own galactic neighborhood—then it would take one thousand years for the life form just to get to Earth traveling at light speed and another thousand years to get home again. That’s two thousand years. While these travelers could technically be cryogenically put to sleep for the trip, everyone they knew on their home world would have long since died, rendering this method of travel unlikely. Further, using the methods of communication available to humans—radio, microwaves, TV or any other electromagnetic signal—it would again take a thousand years for a transmission traveling at the speed of light to communicate with an ET’s home world once they arrived on Earth, and another thousand years for the ET’s planet to answer back. In either case, it’s safe to assume that any star-faring civilization must have developed technologies that allow them to skirt beyond the boundaries of linear space-time—a term we refer to as interdimensional or multidimensional shifting. That we have yet to discover the means to detect these other-worldly dimensions does not mean they do not exist. Gamma rays have always existed; yet it took a scientific breakthrough to discover them.

  “What lies beyond the crossing point of light? What does one experience when you exceed the speed of light? What exists beyond this third dimensional barrier?

  “It may surprise you to learn that humans are quite capable of accessing these higher plains of existence. As a teen, I studied Sanskrit and read the Vedas, the ancient sacred literature of India. I learned about meditation and the concept of transcendence, which fit quite comfortably into my psyche. When I could find free time, I’d take long bike trips out into the countryside. Seeking a connection with nature, I’d lie in a field and practice meditation. At times I’d find my consciousness leaving my body to observe other parts of Charlotte, or to visit other areas of the world. During several out-of-body experiences, I even ventured into space.”

  Adam choked on a laugh, following it up with a cough.

  “When I was seventeen I injured my left thigh. A horrible infection developed in my leg and spread throughout my body. I became septic, which means my bloodstream was infected, and I broke out in a very high fever. I was spiraling toward death, not fully understanding the severity of my condition. It brought me to a near-death experience where I found myself suddenly released from my body. I was carried out into the depths of space—a place where I already felt at home. Then I experienced what I now understand to be God consciousness, where my individuality became faint as it merged with the unbounded pure infinite Mind … there was no duality. This lasted for what seemed to be an eternity because a normal sense of time disappears in that state of being. I could see all of creation, the vastness of the cosmos, and it was beautiful beyond words. From our limited third-dimensional perspective I had died, and yet there was nothing frightening about it—only infinite awareness, joy, and the perception of an endless perfect creation.

  “Eventually, two brilliant and scintillating lights approached out of the stars. I now understand them to have been Avatars—manifestations of God. They appeared as brilliant points of light … pure, conscious energy. As the Avatars came near, I entered a state of oneness with them. It was incredibly beautiful. Communication existed, only non-verbally. Imagine instead of saying the word ‘apple,’ the actual image of the apple is received. And within that conscious image is the pure idea form of the apple itself—its essence. That is how information was being transmitted to me, and I am convinced it is how ET civilizations communicate instantaneously over great distances.

  “I have no sense of how long this union lasted. I was affected by the beauty of it all, yet felt very overwhelmed at the same time. Eventually the episode moved into more of a linear style of communication. One of the Avatars said, ‘You may come with us or return to Earth.’ I had the presence of mind to ask, ‘Well, what is your will?’ And the being replied, ‘It is our desire that you go back to Earth to do other things.’ I became depressed, having no interest at that point in coming back to the physical world. But I somehow knew the highest response of human will is acceptance of the Divine will, and I agreed to return. I lost consciousness and fell back into my body with a sort of whoosh.

  “I was back in my body, but I must have been out long enough to lose conscious connection with all of my neural centers. My sensory input was working; I remember seeing the maple tree outside the little apartment, its branches moving in the wind against a street light. But I couldn’t move. I thought I had been so damaged from this severe infection that I’d been paralyzed from a stroke. Fortunately, that turned out to be a temporary phenomenon; we now know that in the case of prolonged near-death experiences, it takes time for the person to be reconnected to their physical body.

  “Then I felt a being in the room with me; it was sent there to test my will to live. It was a frightening but perhaps a necessary, experience which forced me to use my willpower to remain here. This force was trying to pull my soul ba
ck out of my body. I had to exercise volition to remain in the physical and keep my astral body of light and my consciousness integrated with it. And after about half a dozen tries, I nailed it and remained here. It was only then that I regained full use of my motor skills.

  “This near-death experience not only altered my life, it prepared me for the challenges still to come. I now know from direct experience that God does exist, as do His messengers. I learned that death is not to be feared, that in fact, there is no death—only an interdimensional transformation from one state into another … a state that is accessible to our extraterrestrial visitors.

  “This was confirmed to me many years later by a gentleman who had worked in the Air Force and also with Kelly Johnson at Lockheed Skunkworks. His excuse for contacting me was to offer to be one of the CSETI military witnesses to UFO events, but what he really wanted was to get my feedback on an experience which he’d had in the mid-1960s. At that time he was studying a tradition which helped people to experience out-of-body or astral projections. One day his teacher told him that he was ready to have such an experience fairly soon, and in fact that evening, he indeed had his first OBE. But what happened shocked him. As soon as he left his physical body, he shot straight up through the ceiling and out of his house into space—only to slam into the side of an extraterrestrial spacecraft hovering over Earth in a higher dimension. His spirit literally rocked the spacecraft and he popped inside the vessel whereupon he saw some ETs at a console. He said, ‘Steven, they looked over, saw me, and their expression seemed to say, ‘My God, man, why don’t you watch where you are going!’ ”

  Dr. Greer paused as members of the audience laughed and applauded.

  “I have no doubt that this man was telling me the absolute truth about what he experienced—that the form of energy of his astral projection or lucid dream matched that of an extraterrestrial craft hovering in interdimensional space. This makes perfect sense, for it is within this state of consciousness that human to ET communication takes place.

  “I have taught members of our team how to remote view our location to any passing ETs, and we use this technique to vector them to our location. We also use musical tones and high-powered lasers. With these tools and techniques, we have succeeded in initiating contact with extraterrestrials that are biological beings which rely on spacecraft, as well as advanced species that are non-physical yet sentient and perfectly capable of communicating with humans.

  “These ET civilizations are all capable of interstellar travel and they operate on the other side of the light/matter barrier as easily as we use radio signals and fly on jets. They communicate instantaneously using thought energy. This is their reality; their cell phone and automobile. This is their existence technologically, theoretically and everyday practicality. But it looks like magic to us.

  “I’m sure it looked like magic to those scientists who were assigned to reverse-engineer those downed spacecraft, but within ten years, they had learned enough to reverse gravitational fields and access zero-point-energy. And there’s the rub … there’s the crime against humanity. Because we’ve had the means to eliminate poverty, pollution, climate change and disease for six decades, and yet those few individuals running the secret government have chosen to deny the rest of the world. And that’s why I’m here with you today—not to convince you that UFOs exist, but to mount a campaign among the uninformed masses that forces the secret government to turn over the technologies that can change our world.”

  * * *

  Adam followed the exiting crowd out of Ballroom-C. He found the security guard he was seeking standing by an unmarked door.

  “Tech Sergeant Evans?”

  The North Carolina native’s dour expression broke into a smile. “Captain Shariak?”

  “In the flesh … and titanium. How are you, Gene?”

  “Good … you know. Did my two tours, then spent five years at Andrews securing communications for VIP aircraft.”

  “How long have you been working private security?”

  “About six months. Not much money, but it has its perks. I did a Taylor Swift concert a few weeks ago; that was cool. God, it’s good to see you. The last time I saw you …”

  “Was the day before my chopper went down.”

  “Yeah. So, what have you been up to?”

  Shariak fished out a business card from his wallet and handed it to Evans. “My new job.”

  “Under Secretary of Defense? Damn … Hey, if you hear of any openings, I’m available.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. Dr. Greer is really something.”

  “He’s definitely out there.”

  “Think you can score me some private face time? I had a few questions for him that I’d prefer to ask him alone.”

  “Wait here.” Eugene Evans knocked twice on the door and entered.

  He returned three minutes later. “Sorry, Captain. Dr. Greer’s really busy. He said he’d try to reach out to you later in the week.”

  “Thanks. Listen, it was good seeing you … you look great. And good luck with the new job.”

  “Thanks, Captain. You take care.”

  Adam followed the exit signs down the carpeted corridor, unaware another pair of eyes were watching him as he passed by.

  14

  Edwards Air Force Base—Subterranean Complex

  Mojave Desert, California

  August 2017

  THE GEOLOGY OF THE TUNNEL glistened like polished obsidian—an effect caused by the nuclear powered boring machine which had been used to scorch through the earth more than fifty years earlier, just as Matthew DeVictor had described to her two years before.

  Jessica Marulli felt the MP’s eyes on her as she ran her palm across the smooth surface. Her suitcases had been brought out to the underground station, the subterranean train set to arrive any minute to whisk her to another location where she would spend the next six to eight weeks—

  —unless Council had voted against her bump in clearance and she was to be killed.

  Too nervous to sit on the bench, she focused on the glass-like geology, her trembling fingers a result of overwrought nerves and extreme fatigue. She had not slept in two days—the last thirty-seven hours courtesy of Council’s security measures.

  * * *

  Dr. Elizabeth Hull had introduced herself as a psychiatrist. Fit and in her early forties, the native of Mickleover, a suburb of Derby, England, talked endlessly during her four shifts with Jessica while the two of them were locked up together in an eight-by-ten-foot concrete cell, brightly lit by fluorescent lights.

  “We find sleep deprivation to be a far more effective tool to determine a candidate’s potential security risk than, say, water-boarding. I’m not saying we’d ever water-board a member of our team—we’d never harm anyone … unless, of course, their actions warranted it.”

  There was only one chair in the room and it was always occupied by one of her two keepers, the other being a bearded Ivy Leaguer named Jack Stack, who gazed at her with predatory eyes but refused to say a word. The “Odd Couple” rotated places on random shifts, adding to Jessica’s disorientation.

  Jessica bounced her back against the cell wall, using the pain to keep herself awake and to block out the woman’s grating voice.

  “I’ve had many a candidate refer to me as Lizzie Borden. Have you ever heard of Lizzie Borden, Dr. Marulli?”

  “She was an axe murderer who killed her parents.”

  “That she was. Let’s see … how did that poem go?”

  Jessica chanted as she bounced. “Lizzie Borden … took an axe … and gave her mother forty whacks. When she saw … what she had done … she gave her father forty-one.”

  The Englishwoman nodded, making notes. Subject’s cognitive skills are still functioning after 28 hours without sleep … a tough egg to crack. “Did you know the rhyme was all wrong? It was created by a reporter in order to sell newspapers. Lizzie actually gave her stepmom eighteen whacks and her father eleven.”

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p; “Who gives a shit about Lizzie Borden?”

  “I imagine her father and stepmom when she came at them swinging that axe. Did you know she was acquitted? There’s a lesson here—no dear, don’t shut your eyes. If you lean against the wall and shut your eyes, Jack Stack will return with an electrical collar and you don’t want that. We have a rhyme about Mr. Stack … would you like to hear it?”

  “No.”

  “Jack Stack will take no flack when his subjects want to lean. Close your eyes and your neck will fry because he is so mean.”

  “How much longer?”

  “We agreed any inquiries about the time would add an additional fifteen minutes. You now owe us forty-five more minutes. Now what was I saying?”

  Jessica struck the wall harder.

  “Cooperate and I can subtract time as well. Dr. Marulli? Hello?”

  “Lizzie Borden … some kind of lesson.”

  “Right. What I was going to say is that it doesn’t really matter if it took Lizzie one whack with the axe or forty-one. What’s important here is that something caused her to snap and kill her parents. You’d never kill your parents, would you Jessica?”

  “No.”

  “And yet, that’s exactly what you’d be doing if you disclosed the things you’ve seen and are about to see. That act would initiate a TWEP. Do you know what a TWEP order is?”

  “I’m hungry.”

  “Terminate With Extreme Prejudice. You’d be killed, but since your mum has Cosmic Clearance, she’ll know why you were killed and blame some of the members of Council. Which means they’d have to kill her too, as a preventive measure … yer dad as well. It’s not fair I know, but you can see Council’s logic. The oath your parents took long ago would take a back seat to seeking revenge for their daughter’s death, forcing—”

  She had gone after the woman, exhaustion and rage pushing her over the edge—which she later realized had been the purpose of the exercise.