Alien Agenda: Why They Came, Why They Stayed Read online

  So, HAARP began as a missile-defense shield. So far, so good. To prevent people from knowing what it really did and then extrapolating what it could lead to, the facility actually does play in the ionosphere to create ways to make sure solar flares don’t disrupt satellite communication. That is the official cover story.

  The ionosphere is unique in Earth’s ecosystem as a place where much of the matter exists as plasma. Plasma is known in physics as the fourth state, the first three being solid, liquid, and gas. Most of outer space contains plasma, making it the most common state in the universe.

  This book is not a physics book. If it were, I could not write it. What you need to know about plasma is that during the time of day the ionosphere is exposed to the sun, plasma is naturally generated. At times of solar disturbance it can increase thousands of folds. If you want to know what we can do with plasma today, look up a plasma torch, if you want to know what we can do with it in ten years look up plasma propulsion. If you want to know what we can do with it in twenty-five years watch Star Trek.

  The three facilities that comprise HAARP each beam 3.6 million watts of focused radio waves for a total of 10.8 million watts.

  What’s a watt worth? A 100-watt light bulb uses 100 watts of electricity per hour. In 10 hours it uses 1,000 watts, or a kilowatt hour. To help put this into perspective, the three HAARP facilities together beam 222,000 times more power than the most powerful radio station. It would take the power production of a nuclear aircraft carrier an hour to equal the amount of energy HAARP’s antennae beam into the ionosphere in a fifteen-second pulse. That is a hell of a lot of energy.

  As the Star Wars Missile Defense Shield proved its effectiveness in tests, other ideas popped into the heads of the physicists concerning plasma.

  Once you start producing plasma, it uses the Earth’s magnetic field and helical atomic movement to make itself larger and more dangerous so long as the energy is fed into it. The first results of these experiments were to produce what are known as lightning balls. These sometimes occur naturally on Earth, and are usually associated with earthquakes or volcanic eruptions. Everyday, thunderstorm lightning is plasma, and for a billionth of a second it is hotter than the surface of the sun. If you have seen where lightning strikes in the desert, you can find sand that has been fused into glass.

  HAARP was discovered to be capable of producing plasma balls in ever-increasing size and power. But what do you do with a giant, super-powerful plasma ball?

  The same thing you do with any ball, bounce it?

  The operators at HAARP experimented until they could bounce the plasma ball off stable layers of the ionosphere and send it earthward. But that allowed only playing in the northern hemisphere, so they learned how to bounce it off the moon and gained the power to direct it to anyplace on the globe.

  Are you scared yet? Do you want to be? Go to YouTube and search for ‘UFO avoids missile.’ What you see is documented, NASA—not bogus—footage shot from a shuttle showing a UFO moving toward the Earth. Suddenly it zigzags away from the Earth, and a bolt of light flies through the space the UFO would have occupied had it not taken evasive action. Just go to YouTube.

  So what is so horrible about HAARP? The great minds that ricochet plasma balls off the moon discovered other things they can do with the same facility. To some extent they can control weather in limited areas (limited at the moment). I don’t think they have reached the tornado/hurricane/new ice age yet, but they can make it rain marginally more in deserts or less in rainforest.

  HAARP probably is not the cause of the 2011 earthquake in Japan. Someday it may be able to encourage shifting tectonic plates or bulging volcanoes to act prematurely.

  And oh yes, just for the record, it does a wonderful job of helping to make sure spy satellites are not disrupted by normal solar activity.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Even with the technology and world dominance gained, not every US president thought the Truman Treaty was a good idea, and several had second thoughts. One in particular was going to do something about it.

  President John F. Kennedy made a lot of people angry. He was the media darling of the three TV networks of the day. They broadcast more coverage per viewer hour of Kennedy, his wife Jackie, and their kids than any time before or since. He was charming, arrogant, aloof, disarming, charitable, ruthless, thoughtful, deceptive, innocent, and crafty. Publically it seemed every politician in Washington liked him, even Republicans. Privately, many from both sides of the aisle waited, spiders in webs hanging in every congressional office, ready to trap and wrap him at the first opportunity.

  Kenney had two other attributes that made him great: intelligence and vision. One made him a living legend, the other a resident of Arlington National Cemetery.

  Kennedy loved intelligence and mental nimbleness. He read several newspapers at breakfast, and often played word games and puzzles. He kept himself razor sharp and admired brain power in others. Everyone who regularly socialized with JFK had to be on their toes. Well, almost everyone. There was Marilyn. She probably wasn’t on her toes when the two of them socialized. But I hear she was actually smarter than people give her credit for. One thing for sure, Kennedy trusted her. Kennedy was smart enough to know that he was the ‘Peoples’ President’, and so long as he remained so, he would remain in office. This knowledge gave him the courage to act on convictions.

  Kennedy’s vision is what caused him trouble.

  JFK strongly supported his little brother, Robert Kennedy, in his role as US Attorney General. When the New York Times and The New Republic questioned Robert’s appointment to the position because he had no experience in state or federal court, his big brother quipped, “I can’t see that it’s wrong to give him a little legal experience before he goes out to practice law.”

  RFK was a pit bull in his attacks against organized crime (the 50s and 60s were the heyday of the crime lords and godfathers), the corruption among union leaders, and the only true ‘untouchable’ at the FBI: J. Edgar Hoover. President Kennedy encouraged him to move forward in reining in these forces. Even when political pressure was brought to bear on the president, he never blinked, not once. This endorsement made both the Kennedy boys unpopular in Washington social circles that rippled out, gathering more mass to crush these sons of Irish immigrants.

  While RFK tempted powerful fates, JFK made other enemies.

  When Kennedy took office, the US had less than 100 CIA spooks in Vietnam gathering information and keeping us informed of developments on both sides. In 1961, Kennedy sent 400 Special Forces soldiers to help train South Vietnamese officers to fight a defensive war against Uncle Ho and his Viet Cong. Kennedy clearly understood what would happen if South Vietnam fell to the communist north: there would be an Asian holocaust as neighboring countries fell like dominoes. Kennedy initiated a number of presidential initiatives and congressional programs that led to 50,000 troops being deployed by 1965. Eventually, over 800,000 American boys would become disillusioned with their own government, and America would lose its first war. Vietnam was never a popular war. From the very beginning politicians, media, and college kids questioned Kennedy’s motives and began chipping away at the walls of Kennedy’s Camelot. On the other side of the Pacific, the same people who kept trying to assassinate the leaders in Saigon didn’t take to the idea that the tyrant had a friend with a lot of guns. At home and abroad, Kennedy took some shots about sending troops to support a puppet democracy. Kennedy’s vision proved accurate: nearly six million people were slaughtered and bulldozed into mass graves in Vietnam, Laos, and Cambodia after we deserted the people we went to save.

  Then there was the Bay of Pigs. Fidel Castro made monkeys out of Congress, and not only kept the US from supporting Batista, but also received a little covert help from us. Then he shows up in New York smoking big cigars to speak to the UN delegates who can’t believe they get to live in America and America is paying for it.

  Castro talks about imperialist pigs, capitalist d
ogs, and weak moral degenerates that lack will, and how the nurturing caring that is communism will change Cuba into a paradise. Ten years later it is a bankrupt country with failing infrastructure and surviving from aid from the Soviet Union given in return for a port for Russian subs. The best job you can find there, outside of being one of Castro’s communist barons, is prostituting yourself to the Russian sailors who come into port smelling of cabbage soup, looking for rum, and waving thick wads of rubles (worth about $3.50) wanting to get laid in this new tropical paradise.

  In the interim, between Castro’s speech at the UN and the smelly Russian sailors enjoying the paradise, there were two major incidents: the Bay of Pigs and the Cuban Missile Crisis, both under Kennedy’s occupancy of the White House.

  The Bay of Pigs was essentially a CIA operation approved and supported by Kennedy. The idea was simple: if Cuban exiles from Miami could establish a beachhead in their native country, the US was honor-bound to make sure they were not massacred in their homeland (read as the US would bomb the shit out of the Cuban military and send troops so the exiled freedom fighters could take back their sugarcane fields and resume their profitable business with Coca Cola.) The only problem with this is Robert Kennedy convinced his brother the Cuban exiles were partially funded by organized crime who would take back their Cuban casino businesses before the first cane was made into syrup. President Kennedy also had knowledge that not only was the CIA aware of criminal involvement, but that august organization had courted it from the beginning.

  The bottom line is JFK was pissed. He pulled the plug on official US follow-up support of the invasion of Cuba, and the exiles who left Miami Beach wished they had stayed home.

  More and madder enemies are the outcome for the Kennedy boys.

  The Bay of Pigs is pretty well known. One of Kennedy’s actions as president is not so well known: Executive Order #11110 of June 4, 1963. Kennedy’s vision saw something in the future, something politicians did not want to deal with in 1963, and don’t want to deal with it today. He saw the eventual devaluation of the American dollar.

  Failing to receive enough Congressional support to even have his idea introduced in Congress, he did what all presidents do when they can: issue an Executive Order. 11110 was really an amendment to 10289, an Executive Order created by Harry Truman.

  Essentially, 11110 makes the Department of the Treasury, specifically the Secretary of the Treasury, the only entity authorized to issue US currency, and this currency must be backed by silver.

  Had this order come to fruition, the privately owned Federal Reserve Bank would have been put out of business, today we would all be working for silver-backed money instead of Treasury Notes, and Congress would not have driven the national debt beyond more than we could afford. This was an elegant way to insure stable and responsible spending by politicians.

  By November of 1963, Kennedy was dead. By November of 1968 all currency backed by silver was taken out of circulation and sold to collectors for more than face value. Obviously, the number of Kennedy haters increased when the President’s pen signed good ol’ 11110.

  The final straw that pushed at least one of JFK’s enemies to action was the problem of UFOs.

  President Kennedy had a public UFO experience as a college student. He and forty other people watched a UFO for three to four minutes off Cape Cod. The object was clearly visible and close enough that some detail could be seen.

  He had a second experience in the cold Pacific waters the early morning of 2 August, 1943.

  Today most people don’t remember John F. Kennedy as a World War II hero. He commanded an 80-foot, fast-patrol torpedo boat, the PT 109. Earlier on the moonless night of 1 August, PT 109 idled on one engine to prevent Japanese aircraft from spotting its wake. A Japanese destroyer, the Amagiri, returning to Rabaul where it deployed supplies and 900 troops, was full speed ahead trying to make it back to base before sunrise brought death from above in the form of American fighter bombers.

  PT 109’s crew had about 10 seconds from the time the destroyer’s bow raced out of the pitch blackness and cut their small boat in half around 1:00 AM on 2 August, 1943.

  Making a heroic swim, towing a badly burned sailor, Kennedy led his small group of survivors to a small island three and a half miles from the spot of the collision. It was only one hundred yards in diameter, and had no food or water.

  Japanese were on all the larger islands in the area, so Kennedy and his crew hid by day. On the next night, Kennedy swam another two and a half miles to an island he suspected had coconut trees. After arriving on this island and confirming it had coconut trees, he rested an hour, then started his swim back.

  While not infested, the waters were the hunting grounds of both sharks and saltwater crocodiles. Halfway back to the island occupied by his crew, Kennedy paused to tread water and listen. After a few seconds of looking in all directions, he noticed a submerged light moving toward him and rising toward the surface.

  It passed under him and emerged from the water about one hundred yards away then hovered a few feet above the sea. The light looked about five feet in diameter and glowed dull red, much like the combat lights on a naval ship. Kennedy remained as motionless as he could in the gentle swells. After ten or fifteen seconds the light moved toward Kennedy, circled three times a few feet above his head, then shot straight up until it vanished two or three seconds later. Kennedy made it back to the island and fell asleep, exhausted, with the rest of his crew. The next night he led his men to the other island, where they lived on coconuts for six days before being discovered by two Australian coast watchers in a dugout canoe.

  None of Kennedy’s men had seen the light.

  During the presidential transition, Eisenhower made Kennedy aware of the Truman Treaty and alerted him that he was troubled by the inherent wrongness of keeping this from the American people. He told JFK he planned to warn the country in a veiled and obtuse way that they had something to worry about. This became the famous Military-Industrial Complex speech.

  Eisenhower’s second experience with UFOs is one of the most striking in all UFO reports. His first experience, though much less dramatic than the second, somewhat prepared him for what was to come.

  During World War II, while commanding all the allied armed forces in Europe, Eisenhower was briefed several times that US and British pilots were being tracked by unidentified aircraft. The common thread in the reports from hundreds of pilots was that the object, a metallic shape without wings, would match the pilot’s speed and course, follow for a while from a distance, then gradually come closer and hold course. No maneuver could shake the strange craft. It stayed in a fixed position relative to the fighter or bomber. After a while it streaked off, sometimes straight up, at incredible speeds. The problem became big enough to reach the desk of British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, who met with Eisenhower on this subject and directed Eisenhower to keep a lid on these stories. US and British air force generals were told to verbally instruct all division and squadron commanders to order pilots to never again discuss these events.

  You may have read stories of Eisenhower’s second crossing of paths with aliens. You may also be confused by the writers of those tales. Eisenhower did meet with aliens on the night of 20 February, 1954 at what later became known as Edwards Air Force Base. He did not sign a treaty with the grays. Truman did that. In fact, Eisenhower did not even meet with grays. He met with another race entirely who don’t approve of the grays. Physically, this group is closer to our own height, thin but muscular, have a slightly bluish cast to otherwise white skin, have white hair and oversized noses. They essentially looked like Scandinavian Jimmy Durante crossed with Smurfs.

  This group had come to warn us about the grays and to help us extradite ourselves from the Truman Treaty. They told Eisenhower exactly what the grays were up to and what it would eventually do the human population on Earth.

  The Smurfs wanted to trade our not working with the grays for training in their spiritual tech
nology. They flatly refused to help us build weapons or other technologies. Needless to say, we bowed out of that offer and continued down the Gray Brick Road.

  The sad thing about this is we were not sufficiently advanced in quantum physics to understand what the Smurfs offered. We refused heaven and kept hell.

  Kennedy admired Eisenhower. He may have been one of five men who could tell this story and have Kennedy believe it. If what Ike said was true, the Truman Treaty was a bad deal with bad people: well not people. The more information Kennedy gained (and it was not easy even for him to find details) the less he liked it. The president of vision saw something, something evil, something wrong, and decided it was time to come clean with American people.

  We don’t know everyone who knew the president’s intentions, probably not many. Robert Kennedy knew JFK wanted to blow the whistle. And at least one other person knew—Marilyn Monroe. Whoever it was, someone spilled the beans and at 12:30 PM (CST) on 22 November, 1963 the people at Dealy Plaza in Dallas, TX saw JFK’s brains blown out because someone believed he was about to tell the world that, “We are not alone.”

  It wasn’t long before someone figured out that Marilyn Monroe and Bobby Kennedy may know more than they should and they too fell victim to the SUV drivers.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  I have never met Melanie. I have seen photos and read reports. It is hard not to like her.

  Melanie has not spoken a word in the ten years since she was still-born. The first time most people see her they assume she has Down’s syndrome complicated by autism. The few people who work with her know better. Though she never speaks, they ‘know’ when she wants something. Ask them and they will tell you it is not words or pictures that come to their mind, more a sense—a ‘knowing’—that she needs a specific thing.