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Q&A Public Release

Vol. 1

Greetings, fellow Earth Citizens!  

Firstly, I have to apologise for the delay in sending out the 'long awaited' ECC Times Newsletter... but rest assured, it's still in the works!  Finding the time to present you with a current and accurate newsletter has been my goal.

Meanwhile, I have been multi-tasking: attempting to answer the backlog of emails that are steadily building up, focusing on my book (which will help me to reach a wider audience), and doing interviews. 

Anyone who has written to me in the recent weeks will verify that they've had no response as yet, and, likewise, I've not been able to keep up with questions coming in from the group page on Facebook.

For the above reasons, I have decided that (with a little admin help!) I will be sending out a 'Q&A Public Release' newsletter on a fortnightly basis (or as time permits). These newsletters will cover many topics, including those I have spoken about, and those I'm yet to share.

Some of what you read may have been discussed in interviews already, answered in the group page, or may have only been touched on in passing, but having this regular written form of communication with you (that you can later reference again) should work out well for you and I, both.
 
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Capt. Randy Cramer, USMC S.S.
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MEMORY RECALL ABOUT MY EXPERIENCES

Q: When did you seriously start investigating your own history, and when did any flashbacks or bleed-through memories surface? 

A: Between the ages of 27 and 30 was a period of time when a lot of the memory shell started to crack open.  It is my current belief that this cracking and eventual removal of the memory shell was intentional and timed. 

By age 30, I was seriously trying to solve the puzzle, and by age 33 I had a raw framework based on highly traumatic events. By 35 years of age, the memory shell was akin to Swiss cheese, and I could see the forest and the trees for the first time.  It was truly shocking.  My ego certainly collapsed, and I thought my entire identity was coming apart. As it turned out, I was just trying to hatch out of the memory shell. 

Resigned to the facts, I then decided I just needed to do my job, and I haven't really struggled with it since. Sure, there have been continuing issues to sort out, but I've known who and what I am for some time, and I'm very clear on that.

To answer the question I often get asked about why it was a twenty year tour of duty: it was because we are VERY expensive.  The 6 Million Dollar Man's got nothing on us!  So, in order to get their investment back, we were signed up for 20 years.  There could be other reasons, but that's what I know.

 

THE HIGHER SELF

Q: When you were better able to communicate with your Higher Self, what did it feel like, as opposed to other 'voices in the head', or telepathic messages that often occur with MILABS and abductees.

A:  My training is such that to truly and accurately connect with your Higher Self, you first have to be able to connect with your Lower Self.  Your seven chakras are 'you', and are the sandwich between those two Selves.  Your Higher Self is the eighth chakra, and the Lower Self is beneath the root chakra, below your feet, at the bottom of the prana tube that runs through your body.  Having made that connection, your Higher Self can have a way of making it VERY clear that you're in communication with Him/Her. 

With other beings (even Handlers that I think have good intentions) there is still a feeling of being invaded by something from outside of you; when you hear your Higher Self, it's a lot more like feeling  that some other part of you has been missing your whole life, and that, once you reunite, you, and It, are 'home' again. 

It's a very moving and emotional experience, but the major earmarks are the positive sensations.  There's certainly a bliss component, but also an empowering component; an experience that now, with your Higher Self with you, there's nothing you couldn't do.  Although your Higher Self is present, this doesn't become an ego state of narcissistic flawlessness, or some other crazed sense of self-importance - it's just the very clear realization that all things are possible, after being connected with your Higher Self. 

I can look into a mirror (and I know this may sound a bit odd to some) and say the mantra and do the tone that my Higher Self had taught me the first time we spoke, in order to connect to Him; this is when the entire reflection in the mirror goes away, and all I see is my Higher Self, and where He resides.  It's just like looking through a window into another dimension.  It was the COOLEST thing ever the first time it happened, but then I got a bit spooked by it, and for a long time, I wouldn't look into a mirror, as I was afraid of what I'd see: I thought I might be losing it. 

However, mirrors never do anything other than reflect a mirror image at me when I look at them - except when I talk to my Higher Self; then, and only then, does He show Himself.  It's consistent, and without deviation, so I'm confident in the practice now.  The mirror is still just a reflecting device - but it's reflecting back something more cosmic that one might think is not possible for a mirror to reflect.  

This much is certain: your Higher Self will never want you to do anything that surrenders your free will.  So, if something is trying to convince you that you're not free, nor should be, then it is definitely NOT your Higher Self.

 

FRIENDLY VS HOSTILE ET SPECIES

Q:  You have mentioned Reptilians, Draco, Human Military, and other types of aliens. Recently, you spoke of some "Bronze" ETs, as well as Saurians, Arcturans, Andromedans, and also a black-cloaked shadowy 'head figure', which you later realized was an aged Reptilian masquerading as a powerful dark Lord. Can you speak more about the Bronze beings, as well as which ones you consider to be enemies to humanity, and which ones are neutral - or even benevolent - to humanity.   

A:  The Bronze ones refer to themselves as the 'Grandchildren of the Great Dragon Li'.  They believe that the Galaxy is sentient, and that their job is much like white blood cells in the body of the galaxy.  Their goal is to rid all planets in the galaxy of "cancer and disease", as they put it.  We (Humans) are neither to them. We are a part of the Gaian ecosystem, which should have the opportunity to flourish, but "infections" by other species, and by a sociopathic strain in our own species, threaten the whole ecosystem of the entire planet, and, subsequently, the entire solar system and this corner of the galaxy - potentially.   

The Bronze ones would like to stop what is here before it spreads.  Culling back the population to a few hundred million (and starting over) is an option for them - but they consider it very wasteful and would prefer to save the species as is, while removing the harmful components; much in the way a surgeon would rather perform a delicate and complicated surgery to save the whole patient (if possible), but would amputate both arms and legs to keep the patient alive if that was the only option left.

My recollection from the EBE manual is a color-coded system with four categories in which all known species fall under:
  • Green is for "friendly" species
  • White is for "neutral/observer/non-interactive" species
  • Yellow is for "potentially hazardous/unpredictable/may result in death" species
  • Red is for "Hostile" species
The bulk of the manual is classified as White (neutral), with a handful in Green, a dozen or more in the Yellow, and 6 or 7 in the Red.  The species in the Red category that I can recall are:
  • The Draconian Reptoids
  • The Zeta I A and Zeta I B species (often referred to as 'Greys' by civilians, and as 'Whites' by insiders)
  • The Harians (Betelgeuse III), and
  • 2 others listed as 'Non-Corporeal, Amorphous, Shadow: Types A and Types B' 
 Several in the Green category that I can remember would include, but not be limited to (and may have changed):
  • Centauri
  • Vegans
  • Tau Cetians
  • Procynions
  • and some secretive warrior race called the 'AK-KA'.
I have no idea where the AK-KA are from, and no idea what they look like, but they were in the list - and it stood out because it was weird.

That's about all I recall off the top of my head.

 

MDF (MARS DEFENSE FORCE) OPERATIONS AND DUTIES

Q: Can you share some of the operations and duties you carried out while on the Mars Defense Force? 

A: Our primary mission was defense of Forward Station Zebra and Grids 87 - 125, and 227 - 277 of the Mars Colonies.

Secondary duties were to aid other divisions protecting out defensive grid, and, when organized by Command, to assault or join other forces in assaulting native Martian hives of Insectoids and Reptoids: the two sentient species on Mars, other than us. Or, at least, the only ones I had personal experience with.  I've heard reports of 1 or 2 other native species on Mars.

We mostly operated in a powered armor/EV suit using some sort of gauss rifle, or rail gun, as our primary field weapon.

We were kept busy: if we weren't fighting, we were training.  We were given recreation time, but we spent an amazing number of hours training for future combat missions.

 

BLACK OPERATIONS ON EARTH

Q: Did you take part in any Black Operations on Earth for our own military?

A: No, nothing exceptional, or that I'd prefer to comment on.  I recall crawling through jungles on three continents, and working with SEAL teams, Recon teams, and 'other' teams using black fatigues and no insignia.

 

MIND CONTROL PROGRAMMING

Q1: One of the most important things I feel need you to elaborate on is the type of programming you were put under. Can you tell me a bit about the Dragon you mentioned in an interview who initially helped you with decoding the sophisticated mind control programming? What did you learn later from experience or your own Higher Self, about this Dragon being, and the programming details?

A: It appears in this entire process, 'piggy-backers' and 'parasites' of various kinds can detect the presence of the main handlers in a MILAB situation, and will attach and/or use the system of implants in place to try and use the (mind controlled) subject for their own purposes.  The Dragon being was a parasite.  He did a very interesting job of making me think I needed him, when I did not. It was simply an evolution process for me to be able to 'see' what was real and what was deception. 

Programming details are hard to describe; when I'm looking at them in meditative theta states, they appear like lines of computer code.  It was clear that what I was deleting was all 'added software' - a lot like malware when I think about it, but downloaded by an ET hacker.  I spent 90 minutes a night for a year deleting line after line after line.  It was very tedious work.

Q2: Can you describe the Military Super Soldier Programming and alter personality creation, and how this may be different with what you described as an "outer personality" and an "inner personality" creation? Is this latter form of identity an alien/ET based type of programming? How do implants help with this type of programming?  

A: During the separation of personalities it's a bit confusing.  Post breaking away of the outer personality, also referred to as the memory shell, I can speak clearly on this.  In my case, the outer personality was created to hold down the inner personality, for a finite period of time.  The inner personality is my true personality. 

The techniques used to make me have been described to me as a "with-the-grain" style of programming as opposed to most "against-the-grain" styles of programming that try to force Super Soldiers to kill anything, anytime, anywhere - and as human animals, most of us just aren't made that way, so we resist - and the main function then becomes 'suppressing' the urge to resist. Rather than creating the best Super Soldier you can, you only create the most compliant.  The "with-the-grain" style programming doesn't try to create something that kills on command, but, rather, it creates a deep seated instinct to protect its tribe and its territory when threatened.  So, as long as you can explain the threat credibly, the soldier will use all of its strength and cunning to destroy any that would harm those it's genetically predisposed to protect. 

The more oppressive controls put in by the "soulless pricks" as the General likes to call them, were meant to be sorted out over time, which they were.  The original design seems to be quite intricate as it seemed to account for an amazing number of variables that were calculated to work out so the outer personality/memory shell would crack, fall apart, and come clean away, allowing the inner personality/core identity to self-heal and recover, and ready itself for further instructions, all the while maintaining an incredible amount of free will - which I did. 

The implants are varied, since there are several different types that I know are in my body somewhere.  Some are simple geo-locaters, or an audio/video link.  Others are those that allow virtual teaching and training when you're asleep. In my case, it's a host of nanites with the ability to restore cellular damage and fight unique infections; I've used these to heal nerve damage twice, on my own, so I can operate them as I see fit. 

Implants, regardless of what type, allow some kind of two way communication so the handlers can receive data and send instructions to the subject.  It's a very complicated and varied field of covert science.  The more I learn about it, the more respect I have for it as very sophisticated and very well thought-through technology - which does make it that much more insidious at times, and problematic to deal with.  I've said it once, and I'll say it a billion times: a yoga teacher of mine said to me, "How lucky for you that you have these machines in your body - what a gift to be given! - because if they are in your body, they belong to you… not the men who put them there…"  That was one of the most illuminating things anyone ever said to me, and THAT was the beginning of my implants being under my control, and not under the control of those who put them there.  It was a simple perception change on the matter of ownership of said implants.

 

THE TAKE OVER OF THE HUMAN RACE

Q: You've previously discussed how certain factions of the 'secret Government Military' wanted to create a Super Soldier/hero who would want to defend his or her country or world in a non-controlled environment. In other words: more of a true superhero for the defense of the country or human race against malevolent alien/ET threats.  You have stated it may not be as black and white as some researchers and MILABs claim, in terms of the Military or aliens being 'all good' or 'all evil'.  Have there ever been concerns about how many people are being taken over by malevolent alien types of entities (like those in the Government), such as in the case of possession, and how serious this psychopathic population really is now?

A: It would appear that what was once a fairly cohesive effort by a handful of covert programs to deal with the ET/exobiological/technological issues, is no longer cohesive, and nor is it just a hand full.  It seems that it has degraded into a feudal style conflict where every 'Deep Black' program director who has a measure of control in the larger equation is refusing to share data, while trying to steal and acquire everyone else's data - while trying to keep his/her sub-programs hidden so they cannot be stolen.  Alliances are made and broken.  All high technology is just used to spy and steal from each other with the hope that whoever wins the 'Deep Black race' will get to rewrite all the rules and make the world in their image; because, quite simply, there will be NO ONE to stop them from doing so with all the competition eliminated, or left in the dust. 

My chain of command has expressed deep concern over what they feel is a scenario under which a certain percentage of the system has been compromised.  This may be have occurred due to undue influence from 'unfriendly' ET's, or, it may be in part due to an infectious mental illness that has swept through the upper classes, who are so high on their hubris they don't see the very hard wall at the end of this very short road we are all approaching very quickly.   A combination of both, or possibly other variables, is involved. 

Regardless, if the system is compromised by more than 51%, or the gears grind down below 75% of normal, then conditions exist to set something in motion known to USMC Special Section Special Code of Conduct Article 21.  Article 21 mandates all USMC s.s. Officers in Service for Life (we retire when we die, literally) to take measures to restore executive and legislative legal authority and/or prepare for conditions under Article 22.  Let's all hope we can solve it before that.

 

MILAB MEMORIES AND THE OCCULT

Q: In your experiences did you ever witness any occult, black magic, or ritual types of activities in connection with your MILAB or alien handlers at any time?

A:  Not as a primary way of doing anything, but there seems to be residual memories of a few "strange" events in which occult symbolism or ritual was used.  These memories are like the memories of medical procedures which are fuzzy from heavy drugging.  I can only assume it's for a similar reason - that drugs were used to prevent subjects from recalling those events with any great accuracy.
 

SEXUAL BEHAVIOUR AS A MIND CONTROL TOOL

Q1: Can you say anything about the code of ethics and behaviors concerning sexual relationships, or even marriage, within these secret MILAB environments during one's tour of duty? I’ve heard from numerous MILABs who recall sexual encounters, and oftentimes rape, in these environments - or even sexual liaisons being used as a tantric exercise in certain situations. Married MILABs, in their outer 'normal life' may regularly have sexual relationships with other MILABs in these secret operation environments because they are 'twinned', or bonded, for specific reasons. What do you think the secret Government knows about this, and why do they have such sexual ethics (or lack thereof)?

A: Knowing what I do about Tantric Physics, sexual energy, and kundalini - as well as more bio-physiologically explained processes - I'll say this:  To enhance the mental abilities, or the psychic tools of test subjects - whether voluntary, or not - rape is used to access the dark energy that some of the ETs have taught the humans leading these Deep Black programs, how to manipulate. 

Again, I have to make a distinction between the program in which I was trained, and others.  When I was very young (4 or 5 years old) I was sexualized by my handlers to open up neural pathways, and expand my psionic development.  I wasn't raped, but neither was it an act of free will on my part.  Again, it was 'with-the-grain' training, in an attempt to make the process less traumatic, and the subject (me, in this case) more stable, and less psychologically fragile.  Drugging was also involved at this stage in an attempt to reduce mental and physical trauma. 

On a separate note, the sexual behavior of personnel while I was in the MDF, or EDF, was considered very open: very liberal - even to the point of encouraging poly relationships.  In our division we were prohibited from pairing, as it would create internal strife and conflict, and competition.  The only way to get rid of that conflict was to eliminate competition all together, and tell everyone to live like Bonobos. I mean, we were disciplined, and on-duty shenanigans were strictly punished, BUT off duty time was about as half-clothed as people could be.  The only thing we loved more than sex was killing, and the only thing we loved more than killing was sex.  They knew how to feed the base animal urges to keep us content.  I want to emphasize that it all took place in an environment of consent; forced sexual contact was severely punished.

Closed sexual relationships would have created a lot more conflict and a lot more violence among the troops.  We were forbidden from marrying - but that didn't stop my wife and I.  We wanted to get married so we'd be there for each other after death.  It may sound strange, but given the environment we were in, it made us feel more secure about living in it, if we had a strategy for dying there.

As far as why they have this ethic, or lack thereof - they understand the tool, and they use it - just like a hammer is used to hit a nail, or hit someone in the head.  It's just a tool, and how you use it defines the ethic, or lack thereof.  Compare it to any other weaponized technology: men will use it to do what they can - ethics be damned - while others may have a deeper integrity, and a counter philosophy in which the 'how' is just as important as the 'what', or 'why'; hence the cluster-fudge between Deep Black programs, approaching civil war: it's very much a split along the philosophical lines of ethics. 

The message of my superiors is simple: if you want to build a better Super Soldier, you have to stop making murder machines.  They are inefficient, and they can be turned against you.  Traumatizing your subjects makes them weak at the core, fragile, and short-lived.  Compromise such a central tool, and the results could be nothing less than a hole big enough to drive an armada through.
 
Q2: Were women ever regularly raped on Mars?  The reason I'm asking is that this is a common report for female MILABS, and MK Ultra mind controlled slaves; they are often used for sexual servicing (among other things), and especially occult weaponry tactics. Did the Mars Base bring in prostitutes, or regular women, for the men to be serviced while you were there?

A: That’s a great point.  How Command, Intelligence, and HQ at the MCC (Mars Colony Corporation) conducted themselves regarding these issues might give some insight into the general attitude towards women or their own sexual behaviors and appetites. Since I know next to nothing about the conduct of these personnel, I can’t really say. For us - the troops on the ground - morale was way too important, and troop cohesiveness was too important to put female soldiers in such a victimizing position.

On the Nautilus - again, not being privy to the Command section or the Engineering section - I can’t say what was taking place there, but troop morale was a priority.  I was involved in a relationship with a younger female officer/pilot that wasn’t abusive, but was pretty manipulative and unkind on my part (I was still reeling and angry from my wife's death. That's not an excuse, it's just where I was at, at the time).  When word got up to the Old Man (Captain Roger P. Kirkland), I was punished severely, and it was made very clear that treating my female comrades with anything less than equal respect would be met with harsher and harsher consequences until the behavior stopped.  I didn’t need to be told twice.

The behavior you’re talking about - female soldiers being raped to ramp up their kundalini energy - is used a lot in the psychic spying/remote viewing programs. This would be an Intelligence department issue, primarily. I can’t comment, since I have not worked in that area of intel, but I certainly think this human rights issue is one of the most important issues surrounding the use and treatment of Super Soldiers and remote viewers.  My earlier training would have more of those types of episodes than my deployment.

I can only comment on what I know, and can’t comment on departments and divisions working in secret and totally separate from my duties.

 

UNUSUAL EXPERIENCES IN THE NAVY

Q: Can you expand upon the unusual experiences you had while in the Navy: those that you discovered in hindsight to be a type of mind controlled deception, namely, the church situation in San Diego, and Camp Pendleton.

A: After Boot camp, while I was at apprenticeship school, I would take long walks around the NTC (Naval Training Center, San Diego, CA).  I would wander around the less populated areas of the base because I like to take quiet walks by myself.  One evening, I was walking near the North Gate, and I saw two men walking toward me: no one else was around, and they made a bee line for me.  One was a tall Caucasian in his late thirties in civilian dress, and the other, a Filipino, in his late thirties or early forties, in Chief's uniform (he later claimed to be a Master Chief), who, I noticed from then on, was ALWAYS wearing sunglasses, day and night, and never unzipped his khaki jacket - so I never could see his name tag or any other insignia on his uniform. 

The tall Caucasian, who claimed to be a Preacher, did all the talking.  The Chief spoke maybe two sentences to me the entire time.  They asked me if I wanted to go to church.  Simply put, this meant a couple of days or evenings a week where I could get off base, and out of extra duty.  So I said, "Sure."  

We visited the Preacher's 'church' twice.   The Preacher was always driving, except when we drove north toward Camp Pendleton, at which time the Chief drove.  The first time, we drove across town to a neighborhood near Balboa Park.  We turned down a street in which the houses on the left and right were all IDENTICAL, including their walkways, doorways, and windows on either side of the door.  All were pastel in color.  I could NOT have been able to come back and pick out which house was which.  Very clever, I thought, on their part.

The first time, we walked in and I was treated to a small church setup in the tiny living room of this pastel cookie-cutter bungalow.  There were 6 wooden pews on either side, and a white arch over the 'stage' (a 3 inch raised platform), and two fake flower stands on either side.  It all looked like it could have been rented from a wedding rental company.  There were no posters or inspirational placards on the wall, which I found to be odd, since evangelical churches LOVE to put propaganda up on the walls: things like scriptures, inspirational quotes, and imagery. 

The Preacher stood up front with his 'wife', and the Chief sat in the back: arms crossed, jacket zipped up tight, sunglasses on, and hat off.  He was silent the whole time.  I sat on the left side of pews in the fifth row back.  On the right side, in the second pew, was a Caucasian pear-shaped man in his early forties, balding with a comb over.  He wore eyes glasses, had a mustache, and wore a brownish-orange polo shirt with walnut-brown slacks, a leather belt, and loafers.  He smiled, shook my hand once (weakly), said "Hello," and never spoke again.  He sat with his eyes open, looking at his folded hands in his lap most of the time.  After that first time, I never saw him again.

In the pew in front of me, and slightly to my left, was an elderly couple 'from the Midwest'. I only did a couple of years of theatre in high school, but I learned a couple of things - and that's how to dress and do hair and make up for an audience.  The man's hair was perfect all over, as if it was done by a hairdresser.  Not ONE hair was out of place on this guy's head.  His suit looked a style from the Forties, and it seemed to be a size too small for him, as if this a Sunday suit that for the last 30 years he has only worn on a Sunday… but the fabric of the suit appeared to be less than a couple of years old, no matter how well maintained it was.  It was like it was pulled from the costume rack. 

The woman was wearing a blue dress with white polka dots, white gloves, a black leather purse, a blue hat, and her hair in a bun.  The dress looked like a size too big (again, like it was off the costume rack), and her hat looked a size too big - and after they said hello they both sat there, motionless, and looking ahead or sitting with their eyes half closed. 

Everyone fidgets, even if just a little; people fidget in their seats.  These two people sat like statues, posing (white gloved hands on purse in lap, never moving), without even a scratch, a sneeze, a cough, a whisper, nor a glance right or left.  And they didn't look average at all.  They were both 'good looking' and 'symmetric', like professional actors.  They were dressed and made up like actors, and they sat like actors.  I never saw them again after this one time.  It really seems like they were there to make me feel 'comfortable' and safe.

The second time I came back to their 'church' it was just the Preacher, his 'wife', the Chief, and I. No one else was there, or ever showed up again.  The line they fed me about how they wander around the San Diego area trying to get sailors and marines to go to church was wearing thin, as I was always the ONLY sailor or marine present.  Why just me?  Why no one else?  We were always getting warned about con artists or spies that might try and take advantage of us, but they never tried to get me to sign anything or give them any information, EVER.  They just wanted me to come and hang out with them.

The third time they wanted to take me up north to meet a colleague 'Preacher'.  We drove up the Freeway, north, and in the car they had a freshly opened case of Snapple from Costco, and kept asking if I was thirsty.  I had a bottle of water with me, and said I was fine.  My intuition was screaming at me, "Don't drink anything they offer you!" but I thought I was being paranoid and eventually took one.  Soon after I started slipping down into the back seat: not unconscious, but feeling 'drugged' and unable to physically move. 

We drove up to the North end of Camp Pendleton near the artillery range.  The Chief got out of the car and had a key to the padlock on the gate.  There was no gate guard.  We drove out to the artillery range where there was TR-3B style vehicle there to pick me up.  The Preacher and the Chief got me out of the car and handed me to two guys in flight suits who dragged me up the gangplank and into the ship.  What happened after that is a long story, but afterward, they brought me back to the same spot, and the Preacher and the Chief were there to pick me up and take me back to base.  I was late by ten minutes and almost got chewed out by the Duty Petty Officer, but when I showed him the business card of the Preacher and said I was "at church", he just grumbled, "Get in there, church boy: you're late."   
 

GOING PUBLIC AND MY POSITION FROM HERE ON OUT

Q1: Why did you decide to go public with your story now? 

A: After 3 years of trying to get access to my records through my Congressman's office, I was contacted by a former Commander who put me in touch with a Brigadier General who explained that my orders had changed, and that I was to make plans to go public, publish books, do interviews, and whatever was necessary to get the job done; or, more simply put, I went public on direct order from my lawful chain of command.

Q2: Do you know if you are being 'protected' in some way - either physical, spiritual, or otherwise - now that you have gone public?

A: Yes, my protection is first rate.  Remember, I was told to do this.  I was told they had my back.  There are too many easier and quieter ways to get rid of me, if that's the goal.  They went from a, "We'd rather you didn't speak openly or publish non-fiction on the matter…" view, to a view of, "We'd like to remind you of USMC s.s. Special Code, with special reference to Article 3, Article 7, Article 11, Article 12, and Article 21 - and with that in mind, we'd like you to step forward and tell the truth, and speak to persons of interest with regards to specific outcomes regarding Articles 3, 7, 11, 12 and 21."

We got real legal and precise about the greater mission of USMC s.s. and the obligations of life officers given certain conditions: which, by definitions outlined in the Fifties, appear to have been met. 

Articles 3, 7, 11, 12, and 21 of the USMC s.s. Special Code, outline specific protocols and conditions for said protocols.  They're sort of the '10 commandments' for USMC s.s. officers.  At this time, I'm not supposed to go into too much detail about that, as it will be the 'proof' that I will need to use for those in the current administration, but, basically, they outline duties, responsibilities, and conditions for completing mission parameters - and which articles enhance those mission parameters.  Article 21 is the most crucial, as it is the article that outlines the conditions that require the restoration of executive authority of rogue agencies, no longer acting in the public trust, and whose constitutional violations require legal restoration when "inevitable harm" is certain.

It's been suggested to me that I not specify the wording in the articles until I'm talking to the Executive branch of the Marine Corps so I can verify my veracity at that time.

Q3: How is your handler, and how are your superiors, treating you now that you have decided to go public? Do they still want to use you in secret operations?

When I started the legal process to gain access to my personnel files, I felt like I had been abandoned by my superiors and I was prepared to do what I had to do to take care of myself.  I was very clear with my Congressman's office that I was trying to keep in compliance with my non-disclosure statements.  I was willing to give them minimal information on where to look and how to ask for my personnel files.  I also told his Aide that I would debrief the Congressman on what I knew, as I felt he had a constitutional 'need to know', regardless of compartmentalization.  He declined, but they were friendly and helpful (to a point), and tried to file the SF-180, and the privacy act release form that goes to the various record keeping agencies to try and track my personnel files down. 

It was clear after about a year that I was at a dead-end unless I could get legal representation.  NO ONE has wanted to touch my case with a 10 inch pole, and all attempts to contact Daniel Sheehan on this matter have been met with no response.  I'm not putting blame on Daniel for this, I'm just saying that those are the facts.  I've tried, and none of my messages have gone through or been answered, for whatever reason.

To get back to your question, after two years, I was contacted by a former commanding officer, Col. Jamieson.  We argued.  I yelled and called him name, and told him I felt betrayed, and that if he expected ANY co-operation from me of ANY kind, he had better have a damn good reason, and also have some answers regarding the issues of my benefits, my awards and ribbons, and my credentials and credibility, by getting access to my personnel files.  I was satisfied with the de-briefing he gave me, and after some heated back and forth, we came to an agreement I felt had been achieved through genuine and effective diplomacy when I had agreed to listen to my orders, while reserving the right to refuse any and all orders that might violate my officer's oath, or any moral or ethical standards that I thought should take priority.  Essentially, I'd refused to be anybody's dog, but I'd be willing to consider mutual interest if the reasoning was convincing enough for me, and legal. 

Col. Jamieson put me in touch with a man identifying himself as Brigadier General Smythe.  General Smythe gave me a fairly long-winded explanation about the "soulless pricks" (his words) on "the Committee" that he was supposed to answer to, and the serious disagreements by USMC s.s. brass with said Committee.  Without elaborating, I was satisfied with his explanation of the situation on his end.  When he personally gave me the go-ahead (he said, and I quote, "I'm giving you the go-ahead to go public with everything you know…"), I asked, "Everything?" and he said, "EVERYTHING!", and then we had a deal.  As long as I had the assurance that my direct chain of command was behind me and that I had no restrictions on truthful content, I knew it was for real - and that HE was for real.  No one - not even an enemy - would want me to do that, or tell me to do that.  He even said I could use his name, which I just did, to let the people who need to know, that I answer to him, and only to him… and if they didn't like it, they could take it up with him, or the CMC. 

Let me be perfectly clear about this, I do NOT answer to anyone outside of my chain of command.  If they're outside of my chain of command, I don't answer to them, period.

 

PROJECT MOONSHADOW

Q: How does Project Moonshadow fit into your experience on Mars?

A: I was manufactured into the program as property of the USMC s.s. as part of the Augmented Soldier program (Project Moonshadow) under the larger umbrella of a global program called Project Mannequin, and then implanted in my biological mother's womb to be raised by her, and my biological father. 

So, Project Moonshadow was my childhood program. There were 300 of us in the original program: about an 80/20 split of boys and girls. It was/is a USMC s.s. cooperative program with the Bronze ones.  In 1987, after a 17 year training program, I was officially transferred to the USMC s.s. general service pool.  That pool (of about 10,000 personnel) was parceled off (sent) to Luna Operations Command (LOC) for individual assignments in the EDF system. The parcel I was in, was sent to Mars to contract with the MDF (Mars Defense Force) for the defense of the Martian settlements.
 

OTHER PLANETARY ENERGIES AND DREAMING OFF-WORLD

Q: Did you ever feel a noticeable difference being on another planetary body in which you were no longer in connection with the 'Earth' energy?  Were your dreams different while stationed on the Mars base? Was telepathy easier off-planet?

A: That’s a great question and a big YES.  Being on Mars, one is definitely connected to the planetary energy of Mars.  The level of violence burning through humans on planet Earth because of the intense Gaia energy is VERY war like.  So it’s a more complex and subtle system of differences between the two.  There is no question when you're on another planet that you are no longer on Earth.

Dreaming is a mix. Because we’re so close to hundreds of other terrestrial Earthlings, we collectively dream together (like we do here on Earth), but also blend into the collective unconscious of Mars and the terrestrial Martians. If we ever talked about it (which we did from time to time), if one spoke of having "one of those weird Mars dreams", you knew what they meant; we’d all had them at one time or another. 

Telepathy is a trickier question since we were equipped with a special implant just for radio-less communication.  I'm not sure how to gauge natural telepathy on another world, since we had augmented implants for augmented telepathy.

 

PRAYER AND BELIEF SYSTEMS ON MARS

Q1: Did you and your team mates on the Mars Defense Force ever pray together, and did you experience a spiritual support system, or connection with 'Source' while there?

A: We were prohibited from any overt practice of any kind. Some of us would practice a death ritual before going into battle; It was something that was passed around the troops, and Command turned a blind eye as long as it wasn’t made into a big deal.  It was something we would do as a squad, and some other squads would do the same thing in their barracks before combat.  It went a little something like this:

"We are dead.  Our lives are forfeit.  Today our souls are committed to eternity.  We go into to battle to reclaim our lives and prove our worthiness to live in our bodies.  We are dead.  There is no fear of death today - no fear of pain, no fear of loss - for we are already dead, and the dead do not fear.  If we are found worthy, we will return with the trophies of our souls: ours to give, ours to live.”

I suppose that’s some kind of ritual to connect ourselves to some kind of source.  We didn’t think of it that way, but I suppose in retrospect, it qualifies.

Q2: Were you ever instructed not to utter the name, 'Jesus Christ', on any of the bases you have been on? I’ve heard it said that in some underground bases below a certain level on the Earth they are not allowed to speak this name.

A: No, although we were prohibited from any overt religious or spiritual practice.  I can certainly recall 'Jesus Christ' being uttered plenty of times, but as an exclamation, like: "Jesus Christ, did you see the size of that thing?!"
 

A MARS/MOON GAIA EQUIVILENT

Q: Did Mars, or the Moon, in your opinion, have a spiritual presence like Earth has Gaia/Sophia?

A: Mars definitely has its own spiritual presence.  The natives call it Gaa'Lu'Ka or She'Na.  It has a female personality to them. We often think of Mars as this masculine God of War figure, but to the natives, She is definitely a She. More like a Kali Ma figure: very warrior like, but definitely female.

Luna (Earth’s moon) is a bit trickier. Luna is very close to Gaia, so you can still feel the influence of Earth there.  I didn’t spend enough time there to really comment on Luna’s personal spiritual center, but She has a consciousness - that’s certain.

 

TRANSPORTATION OF SUPPLIES

Q: When supplies (like food) were shipped to Mars, did you know what ports (or stargates) they were sent from? I imagine they needed fresh fruit and vegetables from Earth, but did they grow anything there on the base using something like hydroponics?

A: Everything was very compartmentalized. I couldn’t tell you about where they grew the food, or where it all came from. My best guess (from all available data) is that some was grown locally (where, I can’t say for certain) and some was traded, or brought in, from elsewhere. We would get strawberry ice cream and strawberry pie that the cooks swore didn’t have a single strawberry in it, but some other non-terrestrial fruit. They weren’t supposed to talk about it, but hinted at it often enough, and I consider it confessional.

 

BLACK SENTIENT OIL

Q: Have you heard of the black sentient oil substance? Could it be a type of alien engineered metal oil-like substance that can contain alien consciousness for insertion into people (via injections, or other methods) as well as other things, which could then control human consciousness? I wondered if some of the nanite technology may be part of that, since the implants you had were injected into you, and you were able later to 'command your own nanites'.

A: I have heard of bio-electric super conducting fluids that might look like something like that, but I have never heard of someone using a bio-metallic fluid for mind control.  It sounds a little fiction-y to me.  A quick search of my brain drive shows that there are some principles of physics that would allow a bio-metallic fluid to conduct and transmit energy frequency with ease.  The question is whether you could make the substance non-invasive to a biological creature.  All the substances I know like that would be toxic and fatal if injected into the body: like mercury.  If you shot a bunch of mercury into someone's arm, they'd be VERY conductive, like a giant antenna, but they'd die soon from the poison effects of the mercury. 

So, I'm not saying it isn't possible, but I'm saying that there are real biological obstacles to using such a substance without killing the subject.  If we're talking about a pure biological agent, with super conductive qualities, it would need to be blended with something carrying the subjects DNA in order for it to not be invasive.  Again, I'm not saying such tech does not exist, I'm just saying it's not something I've heard of, and from what I know such obstacles to said technology might be, it makes me think it's less likely to be true.  I'm always willing to look at anyone's data on such a subject, but it's nothing I've ever heard of, or experienced.

 

UNDERWATER CIVILIZATIONS

Q: Are you aware of any underwater civilizations currently on the planet?

A: There is supposedly one off the Solomon Islands, but I seriously have questions about Hy Brasil, and its status as a multi-dimensional base/citadel of ET origins.

I know that we have a terrestrial Reptoid species that might have underwater hovels and deep quays, or such.

I don't know of any 'underwater/breathing/amphibious' civilizations, specifically.  In higher dimensions, there are ALL kinds of places and people's, so there I'm sure there's more than one.
 

THE BLACK KNIGHT 'CRAFT'

Q: What are your thoughts on the Black Knight story?

A: Ah, the Black Knight… an old enigma.   Here's what I know without a special briefing:

It's been here for as long as we know, but I have no idea how long.  No one knows. Hundreds of years? Thousands? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands?  It seems to have its own intelligence: whether some kind of A.I., or possibly some living being housed in the deep center, no one knows for sure.  Dozens (perhaps more) over the last 1/2 century have claimed to have 'communicated' with it (including Philip K. Dick: http://www.excludedmiddle.com/valisknight.htm) and received information or 'downloads' from it.   I was quite surprised to see a recent article about it, and am certainly curious as to why the mention (it should be one of those 'very classified' subjects),  or if the emergence of the story is just another example of how they do not have as ultimate a control of information as they want everyone to believe.

A lot of technology can be traced to a species of origin using data around commonly known elements or energy generation types, and bio/energetic signatures (not unlike carbon dating in its ability to register a 'decaying' signature that can often be like a species fingerprint).   The Black Knight data defies all of our knowledge about power generation, and has no recognizable species signature (which could be because the signature has decayed beyond our ability to detect, which is one reason why we think it may be REALLY old).  It communicates telepathically, but organized attempts to communicate with it, have achieved no results.  It seems to decide who it wants to talk to, and just ignores anyone else.  Sometimes it's there, and sometimes it's not there (now you see it, now you don't).  Cloaking device?  Dimensional shifting?  Or does it go somewhere, and then come back?  I don't know, but I would go so far as to NOT classify it as a satellite, but as a space station: it's quite large.

 

MOON AND MARS BASES

Q: What can you could tell me about the Moon and Mars bases?  What are they called? Where are they? How big are they? I was also curious about the shuttle that brought you up.  What did it look like and how big was it?  Where did you get picked up? 

A: 'Our' Moon base (as opposed to anyone else's 'Moon') is called LOC (Luna Operations Command).  There's a large landing platform on top, called Platform One (sometimes the lack of creativity in how they pick names for things amazes me) where shuttles and craft no bigger than a 747 can land there.  The really big transports have their own underground hangars.

I should point out here, that in the EDF no one ever says 'the Moon', because if you do, someone will ask, "Which Moon?" because there's, like, 24 of them in the Solar System.  So, when referring to Earth's Moon, we use her name, Luna, to distinguish her from the other Moons.

I was only there a few times, and the first two times were for very short visits. The third time (on the return trip back home) I was there for several weeks, but I was undergoing medical tests and procedures - and was therefore heavily sedated most of the time, so some of that visit is more like a fuzzy dream than other memories.  I don't think I was ever allowed into any of the lower secure levels, or into the main living sections, or L7 (the Lunar colony closest to LOC and Platform One).  BUT, I get the idea that the place is freakin' HUGE!  It rivals in size and scope the largest and deepest DUMBs we have on Earth.  It was the first place they ran away to, and when they felt is wasn't far enough away, Mars was the next target.  The Old Man (Brigadier General Julian Smythe) has told me a couple of times, "Those soulless SOBs are cowards, and they ran at the first sign of trouble, to save their own skins.  But their fear and paranoia is so great that even Luna wasn't far enough away, and they had to run further, further distancing themselves from humanity and any care or consideration of their ancestors, and all the fruits of their labors." That's a direct quote.

But I digress.

My trip to LOC was in a TR-3B (black triangle, ARV craft). The trip from LOC to Mars was in a HUGE transport that was, I'd say, no less than 4 or 5 stories, and at least 2 football fields wide.  It had a boomerang wing shape, with a rounded front, and what looked like (from the ground, anyway) a teeny, tiny cockpit window up high.  The interior was quite posh, with wall to wall carpeting and rubber runners along the walkways.  There was lots of beige and yellow, and there were rows and rows of recliner seats to lay back in for the trip. 

Before we left orbit, the pilot pulled us out to about 250,000 feet, and then turned on the image viewer for the interior of the craft.  The ceiling appeared to vanish, and we could see straight out into space (or maybe it was the optical effect of the screens we were looking at).  As we stared at Earth for the last time for 20 years, the Captain wanted us to take a good long look and remember that this is what we're fighting for, and what we're living to come back to.  It was very emotional, I'll admit. 

The view is breathtaking, and it really alters your perspective of the planet, and humanity, forever.  When you look at a map, there are lines everywhere dividing the world up.  From space, there are no lines: it's all ONE planet, with ONE people on it. 

Anyway, after a few minutes of having our last look, the Captain turned off the viewer and we headed to Mars.  No more than 10 or 15 minutes later, we were being told to prepare for landing protocols.  Before we left, the pilot said, "As you disembark keep in mind that only 1,000th of a percent of the population of Earth will ever leave the planet - and even fewer will ever step foot on Mars.  You are a select elite chosen for a special purpose." That last bit reeks of elitist propaganda to me, but there it is.

We touched down at Aries Primus, HQ of the MCC (Mars Colony Corporation) and the MDF (Mars Defense Force).  To my surprise, we walked down the gangplank and right out into the Martian air.  The air was thin and cool, but the sun was beating down enough to feel it.  Even though it's dimmer, the sun can still be quite hot and bright in the direct light.  We walked, in a line, to personnel with scanners in their hands who would scan your transfer packet, and then direct you to whichever shuttle pad was to take you to your duty station. 

I boarded a small shuttle that looked like a soda can that had been through hell and back.  It was long and narrow, and had two rows of seats against the side walls facing each other.  You could fit about 32 people (plus, two flight crew) inside.  It was a noisy and rough ride, and when I got out, we were in the motor pool/main hangar of Forward Station Zebra: my new home for the next 17 years.

The landscape was divided into sectors, and Forward Station Zebra was smack dab in the middle of Sector 87.  I'd need to see some good clear photos to try and find it, and it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack - but I think I could identify it from above.  We were closest to Settlements 4 and 5.  They may have prettier names to the people who live there, but to us they were just Settlements 1 - 5.

The base itself was the main hangar/motor pool, and behind that was a system of slide walks that go past the Command section to the horseshoe (we called it the horseshoe because it's shaped like one).  The barracks section started at one opening of the horseshoe and wound around with the individual squad barracks (I was in Delta Squad) on the outside of the shoe, with the inside being peppered with mess halls, training gyms, and simulators.  One end of the horseshow headed towards the brown section (Supply) where the walls, floors, and everything was brown with yellow stripes, and the other end went back toward the main hangar.  It had 16 squads of 16 soldiers each that made up Special Tactical Operations (SpecTac) Division 098.  Less than 1,000 yards away, inside the same mountain range, was our sister division: SpecTac 097.

 

THOUGHTS ON THE MOON LANDING

Q: Is it possible the landing on the moon by Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong was to communicate with the beings already living on the planet (of course, all reports say they were on the dark side of the moon…), or did they land there to announce that we have the technology and that we are ready to 'play ball'?

A: This one is a bit tricky, because we know the covert program was on the moon in the Fifties, and on Mars in the Sixties - but only a few people knew that.  To everyone else, the NASA program was all there was.  Several astronauts of the Mercury program had said they thought they were just "spam in a can", and that the real deal must be in some deeper program.  A lot of us thought Neil Armstrong might do a deathbed confession, but he went to the grave with what he knew.

I would put this into the perspective that we were already in the middle of a cold civil war in the Sixties.  It was partly a show for the public, but also an attempt to get to a crash and/or ancient base site, and recover any materials that would give the handlers of that program any edge against other programs.  We know Neil Armstrong had a special Freemason chalice, and did a prayer to Isis.  Maybe it was an attempt to make contact with the Ancient Gods (aliens), hoping they could help us sort out the current (at that time) Zeta problem.

Ham radio operators who were listening at the time swear it got cut off right as Buzz was on the surface saying, "… will get you a look at that...." or some such comment, when the feed was cut.  Karle Wolfe says they definitely brought back photos from the lunar orbiter that showed the massive structures already there, and it's possible that Buzz Aldrin was seeing them for the first time when he started to speak and they cut the public radio feed.

 

THE MARTIAN SKY

Q: What colour was the Martian sky?

A: It was mostly blue, reddish other times, and briefly, during sunset, very purple.  The red everywhere can make it more reddish or purplish… that's my guess as to why it does that.  I'm not really sure.

Most of the time I was looking at the Martian sky through a helmet with a HUD that could affect the way everything looked, so I'm just trying to remember it the way I remember it.

 

PRESIDENT EISENHOWER AND ALTERNATIVE 3

Q1: Can you help me to understand the Alternative 3 agenda, including where it's at today, and what President Eisenhower's role was in it?

A: It is thanks to President Eisenhower that I am alive today, and that there is even the slightest glimmer of hope in this dark hour.  President Eisenhower, in late 1953, signed the USMC s.s. into law using a secret executive order.  In his own words, it was, "…to keep those MJ-12 boys in check." It didn't work the way he'd hoped, but today we're still trying to be the checks and balances for MJ-12. 

As per my intel briefings (which I trust, but I must point out, could be wrong) the idea was to ensure the stable transition of the seats of government and military power at the occurrence of a 'total loss event', such as a nuke war, or alien virus, just to name two possibilities that started this line of thinking.  The 'mine shaft gap' speech from the 1960s film, Dr Strangelove, quite eloquently (although with dark humor) states this logical agenda with simple clarity. 

Alternative 1 was DUMBs - which they built.  Alternative 2 was the Lunar base/colony, which they also built. But this distance brought, for some, a new way of thinking about what was happening and what to do with the surface dwellers (that's how we are referred to by them because we aren't smart enough to live underground or get off world like they did…). 

Once the Mars colony was secured (Alternative 3), they felt like they could finally get far enough away from the Earth.  Far enough away, because they started to wonder about these 'ascension' rumors, and were concerned that if such a thing did happen, the moon might not be far enough away to be unaffected by it: which was why Alternative 3 was get to Mars - and then one of two possibilities:

1) They're far enough away and won't lose the hierarchical structure they've built (on OUR backs and with OUR tax dollars, taking what they want like thieves and killing anyone who gets in the way like murderers…), or;

2) Once they are at safe distance, burn the world (virus, poison, mayhem, natural disasters, more mayhem, then a fake invasion to 'cleanse the rest' and blame some ETs for it...), which, in theory, will stop ascension; there'd be no living minds and bodies to make it happen - and so it won't happen. 

But that's just the math.  The plan isn't just to cut back' and rebuild (which is why so many of the Uncle Toms on Earth are willing to go along; they don't realize they'll be killed the moment their usefulness is at an end), the plan is to KILL EVERYONE and start over from scratch with ONLY the gene pools they've selected; the ultimate social Darwinism.  They don't want, or need, the people here for slaves: they have clones and robots for that.  The worker caste has become inconvenient and smelly to them, and they're ready to do away with the whole lot; if you're not ruling class, or selected military, or intelligence class, you are worker caste. 

I'm lucky that I have both the soul of Gaia and the Soul of Gaa'Lu'Ka (Mars, to the Martians) inside of me.  They want to be reconnected again: they are sisters. Contrary to many beliefs, Mars is NOT male: she is a 'Kali-like' female, fierce and aggressive.  The Martians destroyed their own planet and they are STILL emotionally recovering, so they know what the psychological cost for the survivors of a devastated planet will be; they've had to live with it for thousands of years. 

It doesn't matter how far away they are, (remember that scene with Obi Wan when they destroy a whole planet?) they will feel the ripple, the pain, the anguish, the loss, and the suffering.  AND then the wounded spirits will start re-incarnating here, and on Mars, and their new golden civilization will be born with a cancer that will gestate - and in a century or two, will become the worst thing this corner of the galaxy has seen for hundreds of thousands of years (or so they all tell me).

One irony that makes me feel a tiny bit better, is knowing how many of these billionaire pieces of shit think they have value to their masters and will be spared - but are nothing more than high-producing slaves who will also been eliminated.  So, don't worry, the Koch brothers and Roger Ailes won't be there.  They're monkeys who make their masters money, and do their political bidding, thinking that they will be rewarded with leadership; instead, the weakening of our economy and our political system (which command at USMC s.s. considers to be among the greatest national and global security threats, for it is in that weakness that we will be attacked…) will get them killed too.

President Eisenhower ('Ike') created USMC s.s. because he didn't trust "those MJ-12 boys", and he wanted a military unit (disciplined and oath driven, not like intelligence community people), and he wanted them to be marines because he wanted them to have the highest ethical and moral fiber.  So they recruited their first officer class from the Navy and the Marine Corps, before they created their own officer academy, because Sailors and Marines have a shipmate and teammate mentality.  We all work together, or we all go down with the ship - essentially.  This distinction has a ripple effect that makes Navy and Marine command structure TOTALLY different from Army or Air Force, which is where the main corruption comes from: greedy conquerors (fucking Legionnaires) - mix that with the T2 eugenicists, and you have a global nightmare the Nazis only envisioned in their wettest dreams. 

Q2: Has the USMC s.s. always wanted to stop Alternative 3?  Was this was their stance all along?

A: I don't want to sound like I'm spinning USMC s.s. propaganda, but my understanding, as per the USMC s.s. special code, is that the Articles define guidelines for the pursuit of goal oriented agendas, as well as strict regulations on ethical and lawful conduct.  I think Eisenhower saw the danger of these secret organizations as willing to do whatever it takes, and felt that the counterbalance of USMC s.s. must be the opposite of that, otherwise they would just compete for baddest mother fucker. 

So, to answer your question, I don't think they were opposed to alternative 3 until it became an extermination plan.  I think that as long as the plan was to actually prepare for the world to transition by fast tracking a military space program to deal with uncertain threats, they needed to defend against them and be able to roll out the high tech gear when appropriate. 

I think the more unethical the plan became, and the more amoral the leaders of other programs became, and especially the debauchery of the special study groups (because they were trusted with the most hands-on power of each and every program, and therefore were closest to abuse that power), the more USMC s.s. objected verbally, and in writing (according to the Brigadier General).  Brigadier General Smythe says that they even wrote a letter to the MJ-12 committee outlining USMC s.s. legal obligations and quoted USMC s.s. Special Code Article 21.  After he got "nothing but smiles" from them, he, and the other command officers, put together a list of officers to potentially come out. 

It's not exactly whistle blowing because we're acting under strict legal guidelines and keeping tight to the Articles, so 'Whistleblower' isn't quite the right term for who, and what, I am.  I am acting under the legal authority of USMC s.s. Special Code Article 21.  I believe the Colonel and the Brigadier are cut of the same cloth, or they wouldn't have asked me.  That part, "…may choose, of their own conscience…" is important, and the USMC s.s. Special Code is peppered with that kind of speech.  So many of my questions to the General would be answered by him saying, "Well, USMC s.s. Special Code Article 12 says..."  Why I trust them is that they feel to me like they mean it when they quote legal articles about good conscience, and say it's about restoring integrity and legal authority to the legal government.

 
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