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Main State CCS Handler of “Shadow”? Extortion, death threats.

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My “Shadow”, arms dealer, puppet of his Handler for…?

A week before Christmas, on Tuesday 18 December 2018, I rang up a particular member of CCS (counterintel) in Main State and left a detailed prepared message about a minute long. I made that call about three hours after posting this:

Main State’s démarche. Res ipsa loquitur. My disillusioned naïveté. The darkest of existential peripheries laugh at mercy.

The call was about the perpetual program I had been put on by Main State decades previously. That involved my “Shadow” who had stolen my identity to do “legal” arms transfers to the Sinaloa cartel. I just wanted to discuss some options, still unvoiced, with someone.

As expected, that call wasn’t returned. I had planned on letting that message hang in the air, if you will, for some weeks, and then try again. But then, within hours, it all hit the fan. It’s not that I got a call back. Instead, impossibly coincidental things started happening. Let’s do a timeline:

  • The post linked to above was published on 18 December 2018 at 12:21 PM. That post is about my “Shadow” and my letter from Main State.
  • I call to leave a message at CCS of Main State at I think about 3:30 PM 18 December. This message, without naming my “Shadow”, was all about him, and they could ascertain from the info I provided his identity within minutes.
  • As my “Shadow” latter told me, it was within a few hours that his ex-flame sent a series of texts to him about me, wanting to know everything about me. We had never met and I had never corresponded with her, but she suddenly and with great urgency had to know everything about me. She even said that she and my “Shadow” should get back together again (she having been involved with him it seems since he stole my identity). She said they should buy a house together and move near me so as to get to know everything about me, repeatedly saying that she wanted to snoop around about me. She’s a Federal agent (GS-13 at the high end of that scale). He said that she hadn’t been in contact with him for ten years. But I know in discoverable format that they contacted each other at length in January of 2018.
  • I get a text from my “Shadow” on 18 December at 10:27 PM, baiting me about myself, saying that he hadn’t heard from me in a long time, though that is manifestly and in discoverable format a lie. It seemed dictated, and it surely was, as I find out, by her.
  • I wanted to sleep on this weird text from him, and did so for five hours, finally answering at 3:10 AM, now Wednesday, 19 December, only to comment that his text had interesting timing.
  • Some hours later again, now 10:28 AM on Wednesday, 19 December, my “Shadow” called me so as to ever so politely ask for my mailing address, the only contact info, btw, that I didn’t include in my message to CCS at Main State. But then that call continued with him (alone) getting super worked up for a full 2 hours 54 minutes and 14 seconds, all about my message to CCS at Main State which neither of us brought up but the important points of which we certainly discussed, almost like he was checking boxes about that message along with some other things. He again played the part of David Duke and praised Hitler and said that he himself wanted to kill Jews, he knowing that I’m Jewish though I am also a Catholic priest. The anti-Semitism thing took up most of those three hours. But he worked his death threat into it. We also talked at length about his straw purchasers in Hidalgo del Parral and the arms jamboree along the mountainside along Highway 15 in Sinaloa, about how the Consulate at El Paso went to get him in Mexico, about how many times he had shot both pistols and rifles at me through the years (arms dealers, ironically, are not necessarily good shots). And then the threats of extortion came, at length, in detail, merely needing some stooges to be paid off. It is to laugh if it weren’t so sad. I don’t care about extortion. I care about the 226,000 people slaughtered by the Sinaloa cartel alone. Anyway, throughout this conversation he was rifling through papers to read citations or titles of things in my own life he couldn’t possibly know about. It’s like he had talking points he had to cover given to him by someone else.
  • At 11:18 AM on Thursday, 20 December, I thought I should call the same CCS office of Main State so as to leave an update of what happened so coincidentally after I called the other day. This time the nice lady picked up.
  • While we spoke for the next 11 minutes, my “Shadow” sent me texts at 11:20 and 11:27 AM on Thursday, 20 December, inviting me to do some chainsaw work for him. “Chainsaw work.” Surely for the back yard of his safe-house, right? I didn’t answer. Maybe he wants to talk off the grid. I’ll think about it. I recall the “burn” on his arm (he called it that) which, now that he mentions chainsaws, looks awfully like a chainsaw cut (super deep) that one couldn’t provide to oneself as it just wouldn’t kick back in that way. It would be 90 degrees turned and not under the arm but on top.

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  • The 11:18 AM call to CCS continued, and the nice lady said that it was not good to speak on the phone about all this (no kidding!), and that she would hunt down a name and number for me to call, call me back up to give me that info, which I would then use to get a time and place safe to meet with someone cleared for this. No call back until this day. Again, none of this is affected by any shut-down.
  • At 9:30 PM still on Thursday, 20 December, my “Shadow” changed tactics and offered me monthly “donations.”
  • At 2:43 PM on Friday 21 December, I texted him “No,” that that would look like bribery from him or extortion from me. Just. No.
  • Nothing since, also still nothing from CCS even though the nice lady promised to call back right away.

Originally, all I was requesting is to have a chat about some options for the perpetual program I’ve been put on by Main State (that I knew about in 1992) and into which they further entrenched me with the help of the FBI (in 1996). To date I have not been able to voice those requested options.

What I picked up from this is that he was used for Fast and Furious, still has a handler for that op, and is running scared because of my contacting CCS, even though he is otherwise working on other stuff. It seems he desperately, at this point, wants to fess up with me about what’s gone down and what could happen. Doing something like that in an of itself would be dangerous for him. Again, just look at the cooperation Jason Chaffetz did NOT get from all those he subpoenaed to answer to his oversight committee on Fast and Furious. No one involved, from CCS down, is going to let the cat out of the bag. I know I can’t influence any of that, and my “Shadow” has already discredited himself enough to be thought of as a clown (very clever), but that’s NOT what my simple administrative requests are about. I’m hoping I’ll get that call back from CCS. Wait… wait… wait… sigh…

/// So, I just called CCS at 11:27 AM on December 28, 2018. No answer. So, there we are.

UPDATE: CCS tried to call back but I had shut my phone off for Mass. Tried again at 3:28 PM on December 28 and got through. Again, very friendly. This is involving lots of people, some of whom were taken out by the government shutdown. So, we’ll see what Pelosi has to offer to stop the shutdown.

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Main State’s démarche Res ipsa loquitur My disillusioned naïveté. The darkest of existential peripheries laugh at mercy.

 

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Part I: A document came my way from Main State the other day bearing glad tidings. If I surmise correctly, the two trouble-makers I’ve been pursuing through the Inspectors General of Main State and Liberty Crossing Campus have been removed altogether, and a third with a laughable CYA appellative has been assigned to an equally CYA position of busy work. This tells me that our new Secretary of State, Mike Pompeo, has understood and acted in an appropriate manner. Good for him. I rejoice. My patriotism is confirmed and strengthened when I see moves made that help our country. Congrats.

Part II: However, that same document, having unprecedented detail, pushed me to dig out the 1992 letter I received from Main State and take a look at it again also based on other new information, and so with fresh eyes. That letter was occasioned upon my own discovery that someone had entrenched in what looks on the surface to be illegal activities between the USA and Mexico involving the newly developing cartels while using my identity.

Sarcastic digression: I beg the indulgence of any readers who read such things here. I know it’s odd. I know that writing on such things discredits me and makes me look like a fool. I know. But writing is my way of thinking, and I would like to figure out and stop the guy who stole my identity sometime after the mid-late 1970s. He was doing the Fast and Furious thing before it was “a thing”, doing arms transfers in my name to the Sinaloa cartel just when “El Chapo” Guzman was getting his start in extreme violent takeovers that would soon paralyze the Mexican people, police, military, government, politicians, crippling any chance of Mexico having a competing economy (that latter bit being the point for these USA in facilitating pre-Fast-and-Furious activities). Just the Sinaloa cartel alone is responsible for something like 226,000 murders to date: men, women, children, infants, babies, shot, chainsawed, thrown in vats of acid, burned to death, with some of the guns having my name written all over them, some of those bullets blowing people’s heads off their shoulders or cutting them right in half having my name written all over them. These are also the darkest of existential peripheries that no one goes into. I’m trying to do that. I’d like to put a stop to it. I’m so sorry for writing about it, offending delicate ears! Soooo soooorry! // off sarcasm. Actually, the great Jason Chaffetz tried go into these darkest of existential peripheries. He wrote some 250 pages about this in his congressional oversight report, and then resigned from toothless Congress: Jason Chaffetz’ final report.

Anyway: That person who stole my identity to do up arms transfers (who I call my “Shadow”) wound up in a maximum security prison in Mexico in my name. He appealed to me, of all people, someone whom he has shot at with dozens of rifle rounds through the years, to get him out of prison with bribes to be offered preferably by the Mexican Catholic hierarchy, like a Cardinal (this request being repeated ad nauseam). With me saying that there’s zero chance of that – that it’s not good to make the Church a puppet of some murderous cartel – Cardinal Ocampo was forthwith assassinated, pumped full of bullets with the weapons shoved into his chest. No accident there. Not that there’s a connection, but the aftermath investigations by these USA[!] protected the head of the cartel my “Shadow” (as I call him) was helping to arm, with the head of that cartel by all accounts, purposes and reconstructions seeming to be the one responsible for Ocampo’s death. Ocampo, by the way, was an outspoken critic of the cartels.

What I did, instead, you know, with my not yet disillusioned naïveté, was to call our Consulate in El Paso, Texas, in the early Summer of 1992, requesting that this fellow be transferred to a prison in the USA. Maybe that small mercy would help to bring him around. I’ve been going out into the darkest of existential peripheries before being a Missionary of Mercy, before Pope Francis made it “a thing.”

You would think that the Consulate in El Paso would have zero motive for helping this “Shadow.” He deserves what he gets, right? And the U.S. government would have no interest and no bargaining power to get a favor from the Mexican government for a mere criminal element. Why bother? But those at the Consulate – laughing I’m sure – realized the opportunity they had and gave the case over to Main State in Foggy Bottom, which surprised me, as stolen identities happen by the millions (16.7 million in 2017 alone), and, all things being equal, this singular case is not worthy of our very top government officials… right? It’s just one of millions… right?

The letter and the abbreviations:

Instead, at Main State, a two page letter was drafted and sent to me. It was signed by the Consul of the United States of America, you know, the one in charge of Consular Affairs (that’s a lot of consulates around the world) and FPP, which is the Office of Fraud Prevention Programs. That’s an odd set. But when you think of it, Consulates around the world are filled with FBI and CIA who work under all sorts of covers, you know, fraudulent identities. My “Shadow” was supposed to get his own false identity under which to work, but he just stole mine, since he knew at the time that I had all my ducks in a row, having just been overseas. The involvement of FPP isn’t to go after him or any of our agents; the FPP is meant to protect them. Not only did they not have him prosecuted, but they went to get him in his prison in Mexico using my intervention as an excuse, and then set him free on the streets of El Paso. I was also told that they wouldn’t help me stop any of his fraud with my identity documents such as passports and driver licences. They said they wouldn’t help me stop any fraud with any bank accounts. In fact, they insisted that they weren’t going to track him at all, but were instead going to track me on a perpetual program which I would immediately find out was interdepartmental. In fact, when I myself tried to renew my passport not long after, the FBI and Main State together entrenched me further into this perpetual program by giving me a false passport without me asking for it. In other words, a citizen in good standing had to give up his family and life circumstances (me being a priest) so as to favor the guy who stole my identity, my “Shadow.” That’s what FPP does for CA, Consular Affairs.

Back to getting my “Shadow” out of prison:

They did this on their own using my intervention as an excuse, but I was given a contact in Main State who was at the time the Acting Chief for OCS/ARA/CCS. This goes right to the top of the heap in Main State:

  • OCS – Office for Overseas Citizens Services (hand in hand with FPP above)
  • ARA – Bureau of American Republics Affairs, which became Inter-American [Republics] Affairs, and is now entirely reorganized
  • CCS – Office of Counter-Intelligence and Consular Support (INR/CCS). Get that? Counterintel and Consular Support? That also goes hand in hand with FPP and OCS and, in this case, “ARA.” CCS has a Director, a Deputy Director, a Consular Intelligence Coordinator, and… and… someone responsible for Foreign Disclosure and Démarche.

On the démarche thing, US Legal provides a description:

Démarche is a word coined by the diplomatic community. It refers to an oral or written diplomatic statement, containing a demand, offer, protest, threat, or the like issued by one country to another. Démarches often include threat of military consequence. They are usually precursors to hostilities or war or escalating diplomatic initiatives. For example, in September 1996, President Clinton issued a démarche to Iraqi President Saddam Hussein when intelligence reports showed troops massing along the border of Kurd communities.

In other words, in this case, a démarche would be made as to recovery of my “Shadow,” or else.

Upshot: I have a request of the Démarche coordinator, two requests actually. I’ll have to give that person a call sometime soon. Considering the result of Jason Chaffetz’ report, I realize I’m not going to get very far with the “Shadow” thing. But because all this is actually heating up right now in a number of ways, I would like to request a couple of things.

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MI6, CIA, Fed-funded think-tank, me

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Enter yet another self-proclaimed CIA guy in my life (it seems like a daily affair). He’s urging me to spill my guts on a certain national security issue to – of all people – a certain MI6 guy, whose name is […] [Ooops! That would be an unmasking.] I looked up the MI6 guy some weeks ago by way of his public cover. An unmistakable face you can’t ever forget. It instantly burns itself into one’s front-burner memory.

Just now, YouTube, of course, put in front of me a boring panel discussion of a top-rated Federally funded think-tank physically housed for decades next to the White House. What I found interesting was not the topic, but rather the face of one of the presenters.

For all intents, purposes and plastic surgery reconstructions, the MI6 guy is coincidentally just like the think-tank guy on all levels: same age, same ultra-weird interests, same political persuasion, same moral outlook, same geographic assignments in the world (in this case impossibly difficult), same hair problems, same hair reconstruction fixes, same exact facial features, same plastic surgery failed fixes right through the years and all at the same time [impossible to hide], same neck features[!], same ears, etc., etc., etc., even the same physical gesturing when speaking (just toned down slightly but really hard to hide the subtleties as this belongs to entrenched neuro-behaviors), same type of prolific publishing on the exact same topics, same ol’ same ol’ in the finest detail, with both of them publicly supporting each other’s works and interests (an interesting self-promotion). Goodness gracious! Such coincidences! Oh, there is one difference: one has a contrived accent, the other doesn’t. Regardless of the truth of any lifestyle, any lifestyle accents are really easy (as there is no standard outside of all of them being contrived), and are therefore excellent covers of one’s real accent since, in this politically correct society, no one would question why someone would sound like, you know, like that. Anyway, all “three” of these people would know each other and freely admit that they do.

When I objected to spying on the U.S. through a friendly nation, the original CIA guy didn’t know what to do except to say that he thought it was all legal since I’m just asking a certain question out of interest as a private citizen with answers for all I know based on, you know, kind-of-perhaps-maybe public knowledge. Sorry. You won’t see me going overseas or to D.C. to speak to any such person.

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Mafia-esque loan-sharkers shaking me down for years… or not

MAFIA OMERTA

For some years I’ve been harassed by who? I didn’t know. Until now. It sounded like they were after some sort of ransom for someone called […] who doesn’t have an internet footprint at all. Zero. Zilch. Nothing. Not that that necessarily means anything.

Phone calls and phone calls and phone calls. Is this a “protection racket” as in racketeering, as in RICO? Whatever. Not getting anywhere with me, the collection monsters gave it over to their bosses, and this time I was called with a new phone number. I looked up the new number. There’re a zillion complaints about this “kind of a bank”, kind of, from Canada, specializing it seems in nothing much but a kind of it seems to be loan-sharking. You might recall that the Clinton Foundation uses a bank in Canada. If I recall correctly, Canadian banks seem to be out of the reach of American subpoenas. Anyway, whether it’s a scam bank or a real bank is always hard to tell. Is there ever a difference?

I don’t owe anyone anything anywhere, ever. That’s my policy. It goes along with not taking gifts from, you know, special people. I have my reasons.

Finally, one can bait the baiter-scamers. It may go on for many years, but finally things come out. Just speak politely, but with a rather bold voice, bold enough, mind you, to bait them into a response that they did not expect to give. ;-) The results of my baiting the baiters have me recall a certain picture that was sent to me recently:

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It this is true, it seems to confirm that my “Shadow” is in fact still using my identity as best he can. If there are crimes being committed, it’s not looking good for my “Shadow.” On the other hand, such nastiness would be great cover for him. By extension, it’s not looking good for Main State and the FBI, who further entrenched me under a certain program that favors my “Shadow” continuing under my identity. I never agreed to that program and have been wanting off ever since it started decades ago.

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Reasons why this priest carries 24/7/365

“Cruelty of El Chapo’s Sinaloa cartel knows no bounds: Beheadings by chainsaw, body parts strewn in the streets” — by Hollie McKay (Fox News)

If you peruse that story you’ll find out that some of it takes place not far from me. In fact, I drove by one of those places just the other day. My identity has criteria having multiple hits regarding that which would bring the ire of the Sinaloa Cartel down upon one’s head, or headless shoulders as the case may be. The Sinaloa Cartel may be directly responsible for as many as 226,000 demonically brutal murders over the years, that is, since the guy who stole my identity (my “Shadow”) kick started el Chapo’s violence by providing guns firstly to straw purchasers and then directly.

The “Shadow” guy gets really upset while he rationalizes how this is all just fine and dandy. Meanwhile, you’ll recall that Main State and the chief investigator for the FBI of the East Africa embassy bombings back in the day provided me with an alternative identity to make me, a citizen in good standing, disappear even while the “Shadow” guy entrenched all the more under my name.

But now it’s heating up and it’s getting a little too close to home. I’d like to visit Main State once again and discuss some options for the perpetual interdepartmental program they put me on. I don’t trust the algorithms of DARPA COMPASS to help me out in any significant manner outside of tiresome harassment.

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My history of taking bribes from intel, or not…

The following is just a starter list that I throw out off the cuff. I’m sure I can add to the list, but this will give you an idea.

I was a bit of a dullard back in the day, the mid-1980s. I was a deacon on my way to Nicaragua to deliver medicines to the Catholic clinics and Mass stipends to be distributed to priests by a religious community of nuns. On the way I sat next to a CIA guy working a cover as a communications guy for State at the local embassy in Managua (he was delivering massive cargo bins acting as his “diplomatic pouch”). This arrangement of being companions on the flight took two days for him to arrange, which delayed the trip. C’est la vie. Anyway, after what seemed like ten million questions on the longest portion of the flight leaving from Miami, he gave me his card and said that if I had any problems I was to request to see only him at the embassy. Usually, CIA are to keep their identities quiet, but conditions in Nicaragua were such that they let that rule be loosened up really a lot, kind of unique in the whole world. At one of the stops on the way, I think San Salvador, he watched over his cargo bins outside the plane, but then quick ran into the “airport.” He came out with an expensive bottle of whiskey, which he gave to me, asking me to give that to Cardinal Obando y Bravo of Managua who he knew I already had an appointment to see. Since it wasn’t for me, I thought this was acceptable. Maybe I am mistaken. Anyway, I was then obliged by the CIA Whiskey guy to see number 2 at the Embassy instead of himself within a period of 72 hours from landing. Sometimes, when they work with the naive, like me, they get what they want anyway.

Years later, over in Italy, the top brass of the anti-mafiosi of the Guardia di Finanza, insisted, strongly, repeatedly, with follow-ups, that I allow myself to be shuttled by police round about Italy, wherever I needed to go. All I had to do was to call the local police station and they would come with a car. Quite the bribe as I was at the time about 100 kms from Rome and local transport was often cancelled, meaning I would have to walk miles up a mountain. However, to his consternation, frustration, anger, I never took advantage of this offer. He was wanting me to spy on the Cardinals up in the apartments on top of San Callisto, which I’ve often called the Vatican’s Pentegon. I was, in fact, up there quite a bit. But the spying? Nope. Ain’t gonna happen. The pressure was put on for quite a number of years, sometimes benevolent pressure, sometimes malicious. Anything malicious I would follow up on right away until the cowardly backed down. That’s always the case.

This was going on about the same time the Italian Ministry of Defense wanted me to spy on some Mafiosi for them in southern Italy. The bribe was their offering me an assignment in a nice parish to be arranged by the liaison between the Ministry of Defense and the Holy See. The bribe came with the price of betraying penitents who came to sacramental Confession. Nope. Ain’t gonna happen. Meanwhile, stories of what happened to priests who didn’t cooperate were coming my way. Interesting, but not having effect.

So many stories flood into memory as I write this, but in an effort not to make this too long, let me just add some mentions of things from right around the world. There are those, particularly in the CIA, who are convinced that I am some sort of agent of said agency. You would think they would have noticed that I’m a priest. Anyway, the items or most extraordinary assignments I’ve been offered from which I could provide, um, information, are myriad. Since it’s not thought that I’m actually a priest (that being some sort of tricky cover, I guess), the bribes have sometimes been more, let’s say, secular in nature. For instance, I recall being shown NON-pornographic pictures of women which pictures nevertheless certainly objectified women also as sex objects. That may entice some 007 guy to go along with whatever so as “get some”, but I’m married to the Church with the wedding vows at the consecrations at Holy Mass. And anyway, also someone who is not a priest should not be interested in objectifying women or in taking advantage of pre-objectified women.

I call to mind a certain bribe that was given by the chief priests and received by the Apostle Judas Iscariot, thirty pieces of silver, the price at which they valued the Son of the Living God.

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FBI trying to suss out CIA? vice versa?

FBI West Palm Beach FL

Someone has thrown me into a tizzy in recent times, pushing hard on just how it is that when I was still in high school I was being brought into the CIA so as to be invited to be assigned to the Vatican. Not an everyday question. Hmm. I’ll have to think about that. It’s all shameless humint baiting, of course. I’m always happy to oblige when it comes to nostalgia.

Meanwhile, some people come to mind:

  • Our much loved Headmaster. Upon many zillion question psych exams, and seeing that I came up with 11.2 on a 1 to 10 scale for leadership – the scenarios presented for that, so very many, were sooo subtle – he took me under his wing for special training in leadership. The school had leadership camps for kids, which I never went to, despising them, I guess. But I made up for this by special tutoring. This headmaster taught me, of all things in the last few years of high school, counterintelligence. This training went on for years. Very intense. About eight hours each session. Going step by step, with ever more complexity. So intense did it get that he used real names once in a while, apologizing for this. All exhilarating for me. He wanted to make sure that I could never be duped by anyone for any reason in any way because of seeing through whatever I came across. He was super young for the position he had, in perfect health, but then dropped dead of a “heart attack” shortly after I graduated.
  • A guy I’ll call “The Janitor.” Military. Brilliant weapons guy. He shadowed me everywhere, right around the countryside. He was going to help me build my teenage version of a hermitage but my dad wanted me to build it by my own ingenuity. But the shadowing got to be annoying. I learned how to take evasive action, which is what he wanted, of course. When I asked him about it, sometimes pressing him on this – and many times over the years – he would steadfastly only give me the non-answer that I would see in the future what my future would be, but that this had everything to do with what others were assessing of me. He denied everything I guessed, which left me flummoxed. I’m guessing he’s long dead by now.
  • Peter Paul Strzok II. Just as an aside, I’m guessing that I met another alumnus, a present nemesis, of later counterintelligence / counterterrorism / military / FBI infamy, that is, if he had ever as a youngster come over to my parish school for a “Spanferkel” experience so as to get him recruited while being at one of the many levels of leadership camps we had. We had lots of language schools as well.
  • FBI agents a dime a dozen. From the time I was a little kid, then in Junior High School, then High School, then the first couple of years in the Seminary, my dad, himself very high profile, would invite FBI agents to town all the time for the elite crowd there, and go out of his way to make sure I was there so that he could introduce me to them, making sure that I was on their radar.

Anyway, I’m mulling over the question.

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Tree felling: Blackest of Black Ops

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This tree, estimated to top out at a whopping 150 feet, as a double, was threatening both our social hall and classrooms-church buildings. I employed this most capable off-the-charts-skill-sets black ops guy while he was stateside for communications with the State Department for some days not only because he had all the equipment and know how and insurance, but because of who he employs and the conditions he sets for employment.

He gets young men coming from impossibly horrifically broken families and puts them to work to get them away from bad influences and requires that they are always enrolled in a class or classes to get their GEDs. As a result of his fatherly influence in their lives, they are awesome young men.

We spoke quite a bit about situational awareness, and, I must say, this bit about bettering those around him is the best way to go about situational awareness. It’s like a teacher engaging the most troublesome of troublemakers, making them leaders of their classes. Very cool, all of that, very cool indeed.

And then, off he goes in the blackest of black ops land, you know, the darkest of existential peripheries. I am honored to have met this guy. An inspiration. I think it’s good for priests to have lots of laity that they learn from in all sorts of ways.

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Just after I bought my ticket for Rome: “Fortis fortuna adiuvat.” No! Angels!

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After my passport numbers went up on line from my favorite travel agency, these hits about my itinerary overseas above were then followed by the same from the FBI’s national research center near Fairmont / Clarksburg WV (CJIS), the largest institution of the agency for centralized info on criminal justice. This is something new, as I’ve learned to expect just a visit from the George Bush Center for Intelligence with a server named so as to be seen. Courteous. I can feel the love! But what changed so as to occasion CJIS?

FBI-Atlanta was kind enough to let me know the other week that I’m involved with the DARPA – COMPASS program. That may have replaced my original decades old perpetual interdepartmental cannot-be-unmasked-for-more-details program of tracking that Main State and later the FBI described to me with a letter and then an alternative identity (effectively a third!) without me asking for it. The COMPASS program carries a certain risk. A target of COMPASS, i.e., a person of interest, can be such because of being at risk or as constituting a risk. Since I’ve always been treated extraordinarily well, I’m guessing I’m in the at risk category, and COMPASS, as DARPA’s new toy, is the now by far the most effective mathematical analysis prediction “machine” (if you will) concerning individuals somehow in the midst of gray zone activities. It’s much easier to just throw me in the mix and forget about it along with the now small multitude of ambiguous characters. That’s what COMPASS is for: easing the burden of work, doing more with less.

In that case, I’m guessing that the tracking promised by Main State in the early 1990s has been delegated to the usual CAPPS systems which continuously updates passenger name records (PNR) for everyone on any given flight manifest. If there’s a high enough risk score attached to that PNR, an inquiry is automatically sent along to the TSA of DHS and, when they are frustrated at being locked out as to why there is a high score, they send the inquiry along. It’s imagined that CJIS can come up with a reason for the high risk score, and, pushing a bit more when that’s found to be untrue, the inquiry is simply overruled by Main State and I’m cleared for the flight, all updating in the COMPASS spreadsheets for use in their surely infallible algorithms. ;-)

So, it’s highly doubtful that there will be a pesky no-fly list notification while, ticket in hand, I attempt to get a gate and confirmed seat assignment at Hartsfield-Jackson international terminal. After all, I’m forever “accompanied”, to use Pope Francis’ terminology, on flights since as long as I can remember, back into the 1980s. I’ve never been on any SSSS or TSDB lists as far as I know, though in 1990 and then again in 2009 some entirely expected fun was to be had at Tel Aviv’s Ben Gurion. Smiling chutzpah always wins the day.

The last time I went through the TSA shake down in Atlanta the agents instead stepped waaaay back and let me and my carry-on stuff pass totally unchecked despite plenty of metal in the carry-on stuff and literally many pounds of surgical metal holding my leg together. When I protested their lack of concern about the carry-on stuff and all the metal I had on me they instead said that it didn’t matter, and that I could go through, that I’m good, because their checking me didn’t matter. That just left me bewildered. Less checking than for the pilot, the only other guy in line. It’s not like they were busy…

My seating is always switched out at the last second so as to place me with diplomats (with their usual retinue) or with various branches of the military or with Federal Air Marshals or of other reps of institutes and agencies, always. Or maybe these are the only people who fly these days. One memory in particular regards a most polite and well mannered diplomat who enlisted my help to get safely to the Excelsior in Rome, a kind of beyond the star system hotel next to the U.S. Embassy, reminiscent of the “Continental” of John Wick fame. Goodness!

My usual unusual accompaniment during the flight should be more interesting than the usual interestingness.

Some would wish good luck, good fortune. No. Life has nothing to do with such imagined things as hoped by the creators of the all-power-encompassing COMPASS program, which, ironically, is based entirely on chance, luck, the demon goddess “Fortuna.” What a living hell that is…

Instead, everything has come together seemingly miraculously, in the Providence of our Lord, with the ministrations of the angels, to ensure that what needs to be done is accomplished. But after that, it seems to me, I’ll be quite on my own. But that’s O.K. That’s also according to the will of the Lord. And I’m happy with that.

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State Department: treats to Laudie-dog, Shadow-dog and this donkey

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Did you ever notice that Shadow-dog is much bigger than Laudie-dog? When it comes to treats, Shadow-dog is always the perfect gentleman, letting little Laudie-dog get her treat.

Dearest Charlene Duline, the best diplomat of the State Department that the world has ever known (now retired) – and long-time helper of Father Gordon MacRae, has just sent in a big jug of dog treats along with a box of treats for yours truly. I am humbled.

The thing is, she just had a really bad fall recently and is still going to be recovering for some time to come. How she was able to do this I don’t know. Her favorite of all of us, of course, is Laudie-dog, who, I must admit, is as sweet as ever.

If only I could get Main State to send me something else:

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Monkeys at GTMO & my little parish

Seems not even one day can go by without some contact from some intelligence service or agency or contractor or whathaveyou. Yesterday, there were a number of encounters, but the most memorable was yet another logistics guy, you know, delivery guy, you know, of detainees. Over the last while I think I’ve gotten to know really a lot of these guys spanning the last number of decades. Why is that? They’re all the same when they’re legit. I’ve seen this in a best friend. I’ve seen it in those I know are legit… super smart, reasonable, balanced, calm, able to take things in, fearful of nothing, able to do anything physically, super smart, able to give an incisive critique, loyal, patriotic, one who would lay down his life for you in a second, one who can’t tolerate stupid on a team where smarts in everyone count in order to stay alive, not boasting, but rather humble, but totally able to smack anyone down by getting those others to push themselves for betterment to their utmost and then beyond that… Did I say super smart?

He’ll be going to work for me during the next couple of weeks on an especially dangerous project – only because it’s what he loves to do in down time for recreation and only because this job was recommended by a friend – not anything necessarily to do with intelligence mind you, but it will admittedly for him put all his skills to the test. Not everyone can be a monkey, or take care of monkeys for their own best interests. It’s something I used to do in the seminary which needed an extreme sports person, one who was willing to take risks.

Interestingly, he mentioned the monkey-cage thing in Zero Dark Thirty down in GTMO, and then made some incisive comments on the accuracy of the film. I made some hypotheses about the personages depicted by various characters. He did his best not to say anything, and he didn’t, but this totally caught him off guard. It was the nanosecond look in the eyes which told the entire story when I mentioned the present employment of one personage depicted by one character and then the present demise of another personage depicted by another character. ;-)

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DOD-DARPA gaming gray-zones to be more black and white with red blood

DARPA DOD Situational Awareness

Multiple terrorist events are to be noticed in the city depicted above. Did you notice the yin-yang graphic providing foundation for situational awareness? That’s all about repeated baiting.

After taking care of some things in northeast Atlanta on my day off a few days ago, I hiked it over to nearby FBI Atlanta where, at the security building, a printout on yours truly was placed in front of me. I had wanted to discuss some options for a perpetual / interdepartmental program Main State placed me on (and in which I was further entrenched by the FBI four years later) in the early and mid-1990s. But the printout placed in front of me indicated another and more recent program altogether. I guess the agent was wondering which program it was that I wanted to talk about. That took me off guard as I didn’t know until now that I was on more than one program.

The guy was terribly exaggerated in looking at the printout, looking at me, looking at the printout, looking at me, looking at the printout, looking at me, and then putting it down on the otherwise entirely empty counter and shoving it toward me while he asked me a few questions. If he wanted me to see at least the title on the top of the page through the dark window of that security building, that was a mistake, or on purpose, either to show me how stupid it was for me to show up at the FBI when the program is spearheaded by another agency altogether, or because he was told to do that (and that indicates something else altogether, something for another post).

The summary report shoved in front of me was about another and quite recent program having provenance with “DOD/DARPA, the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency. DARPA is largely constituted by civilian scientists and mathematicians, by physics and chemistry nerds, by manipulators of everything internet (which they helped to invent btw). DARPA is spread out in multiple research centers, playgrounds, if you will, in which imagination rules the day. Budget is simply not a concern. That would be one of the coolest places in the world to work under those conditions, wouldn’t you agree? For many years of my life I was in those circumstances. It was exhilarating. But, here’s the deal: there’s always someone who thinks they’ve found salvation by way of self-congratulation for the little project they’ve been able to get approved just because, for instance, he or she is an ultra-super-genius mathematician. And then things get dangerous.

The next day I spoke with a top DOD guy who is quite familiar with DARPA, as he would acquire the results of some of their projects for integration into some of his own major military projects he was working up with our military manufacturers. He knows a bit of my history and was much perplexed as to why DARPA could possibly be interested in yours truly. That was my reaction exactly. Until I saw this while scrolling through DARPA’s news items, now on page two as of this writing, as this was announced back in March of this year (2018). Perusing that little announcement, lots of pieces fell into place regarding incidents in relatively recent times, particularly after that date. Let’s take a quick look at that short publicly consumable document on that particular project. Be sure that anything publicly consumable doesn’t tell the whole story. But, we have what we have. It’s all baiting. As far as my own involvement in all this, I guess I would be a guinea pig upon whom to test some baiting. I don’t like it. Being a beta-target has its risks and misunderstandings. Whatever about me, it also puts those around me at risk. I’m not a willing participant. I note that the guy who stole my identity decades ago has been telling me for the past number of months that I’m on another program besides the one occasioned by him. I thought he was off his rocker. But he was spot on, describing what is happening in detail. So, here we are. So, it’s also a chance to make an evaluation from a disadvantaged, merely baited position. Here’s the short document with my emphases and [comments]:

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Making Gray-Zone Activity more Black and White

New program aims to lift the fog obscuring an adversary’s intentions in slow, simmering non-traditional conflicts – outreach@darpa.mil 3/14/2018

An emergent type of conflict in recent years has been coined “gray zone,” because it sits in a nebulous area between peace and conventional warfare. Gray-zone action is not openly declared or defined, it’s slower, and is prosecuted more subtly—using social, psychological, religious, information, cyber and other means to achieve physical or cognitive objectives with or without violence [thus not exclusive of violence to achieve also destruction of religious sites or people(s), not exclusive of violence to achieve also the brainwashing of religious people or changes in religious practice and doctrine. While all that refers to malevolent actors, the response is to be on the same level:]. The lack of clarity of intent—the grayness—makes it challenging to detect, characterize, and counter an enemy fighting this way.

To better understand and respond to an adversary’s gray-zone engagement [meaning we are engaged and respond to that engagement in that same gray-zone with or without violence; see “theater-level operations” below], DARPA’s Strategic Technology Office today announced a new program called COMPASS, which stands for Collection and Monitoring [including humint guys=baiters to better define targets whose particularities on any given day after he’s been studied are available through metadata evaluations and actionable parameters the field] via Planning for Active Situational Scenarios [which is where in-the-field-violence can enter the equation]. The program aims to develop software that would help clarify enemy intent by gauging an adversary’s responses to various stimuli. [=baiting typical of counterintelligence reduced to spreadsheet style metadata.] COMPASS will leverage advanced artificial intelligence technologies, game theory, and modeling and estimation [all of which is utterly dependent on arbitrarily established standards of philosophy, theology, economic anthropologies, etc. This is the elephant in the room. It throws out the Constitution and replaces it with theories used by adversaries. Law is thrown out. Natural law is thrown out. It’s all just the yin-yang action and reaction, indeed being controlled by the adversary in this way as it is he who leads, who invites being baited, you know, in particular ways] to both identify stimuli [through contrived, arbitrary, thought to be leading baiting incidents] that yield the most information about an adversary’s intentions [“the ol’ mafia-esque extortion: “We know where your family lives” (it always comes down to that, as I’m told, very quickly)], and provide decision makers high-fidelity intelligence on how to respond [unless the one so baited is himself baiting his baiters since the beginning, taking any number of sides and tactics to see who’s who with what intentions] – with positive and negative tradeoffs for each course of action [people being taken out is always the “positive” result as it gives “decision makers” stuff to do, an encouragement for which can always be obtained in this fashion, the negative tradeoff simply being the bother one has to go through in explaining the reason why an action had to be taken must remain classified information].

“The ultimate goal of the program is to provide theater-level operations and planning staffs with robust analytics and decision-support tools that reduce ambiguity of adversarial actors and their objectives,” [adversarial for who, the Southern Poverty Law Center, who hold citizens in good standing to be suspected terrorists and have been joined in that opinion by the FBI for very many years now?] said Fotis Barlos, DARPA program manager. [Thus, the guy sitting behind his computer screen with a joy-stick, who is from there flying an otherwise unmanned drone and is dropping bombs on a village on the other side of the world will feel nice about himself because his target’s teenagers all play with the target’s computer all on the target’s profile and are just baiting their friends who are having fun baiting them and no one is a terrorist. Have we really given up on humint?] “As we see increasingly more sophistication in gray-zone activity around the world, we need to leverage advanced AI and other technologies to help commanders make more effective decisions to thwart an enemy’s complex, multi-layered disruptive activity.” [The response to that which is “using social, psychological, religious, information, cyber and other means to achieve physical or cognitive objectives with or without violence” is a response which is also “using social, psychological, religious, information, cyber and other means to achieve physical or cognitive objectives with or without violence”. This makes everything descend into chaos. Everyone gets better at being gray. And, by the way, baiting is also entrapment. Thus, if you put enough pressure on someone, they will react. Thus, the Mafia will break your mother’s arm for not paying her usual installment for protection, and you, the son, will express your disgruntlement publicly, the response to which is a bullet between the eyes for you, which offers a “good example” to anyone else thinking about not paying their installment for protection. And you get more people paying protection. This is called empire building. In the past number of months I’ve been baited in all sorts of ways regarding terrorist activities, and with plenty of “insurance policies” for extortion, even though I have a history throughout my life of stopping any number of terrorist incidents. This is a distraction, I think, from something going on with the duty roster at Main State. I’ve been trying to report that. This is way to stop that reporting. Anyway…]

Current military decision-making follows a well-understood and effective OODA loop—Observe, Orient, Decide and Act. [Yes. That’s rather pedantic.] This is how planning is done in various geographic areas around the world, which works for traditional kinetic scenarios, Barlos said. This process, however, is not effective in gray zone warfare. Signals in the environment are typically not rich enough to draw any conclusions, and, just as often, adversaries could implant these signals to induce ambiguity. [Tradecraft is, however recognizable if you don’t blind yourself with self-congratulatory game theory. The entire methodology must remain open to new conditions. That’s how we caught UBL. Phone calls were made on behalf of UBL, but always from a different pay phone. But no one does that. That was tradecraft so persnickety that it revealed the malicious actor. But no program would have seen that as the “programmer” back in the day configured analysis according to pre-9-11 thinking that UBL and his supporters were all in a cave. The one person only who thought outside of the program is the one who caught him. So, what does that say about this?] COMPASS aims to add a dynamic, adaptive element [not really, as the active baiting that is feeding algorithms is using increasingly ossified algorithms, right? Right?] to the OODA loop for complex, gray-zone environments. [This is someone overexcited for finding what they think the Holy Grail for them happens to be. I see this all the time in academics.]

The COMPASS program will leverage game theory for developing simulations to test and understand various potential actions and possible reactions by an adversary employing gray-zone activity. [For those not in the know, “game theory” forces life itself into an ideology of action and reaction, whose metadata can feed into imagined equations: “Everything is math” is the exclamation of promoters, “everything.” Game theory has been used by economists and some rather cynical investors for many decades. Some think, seriously, that game theory is what runs the world, absolutely, no question, everything, all based on greed, a reverse of Karl Marx but not different from him in the end. And this is where it all falls apart. Human beings, terrorists or not, have currents running deeper than all the yin-yang gaming theory. To deny this is to miss out on the experience and POV of literally trillions of people throughout the millennia] Barlos quickly noted, however, that the program is not about developing new sensory technologies, virtual reality systems or other advanced hardware. The program focuses rather on advanced software that would quickly present options to decision makers by assimilating a large amount of intelligence collected using existing, state of the art systems (such as standard video exploitation, or textual analysis tools [and humint]) related to rapidly changing scenarios.

“We’re looking at the problem from two perspectives: Trying to determine what the adversary is trying to do, his intent; and once we understand that or have a better understanding of it, then identify how he’s going to carry out his plans—what the timing will be, and what actors will be used,” Barlos said. “The first is the what, and second is the where, when, and how. [Bill Binney at the NSA diversely came up with predictions like this twenty years ago.]

“But in order to decide which of those actions is important you need to analyze the data, and you need to understand what different implications are and build a model of what you think the adversary will do,” he said. “That’s where game theory comes in. If I do this [baiting], what will the adversary do? If I do that [baiting], what might he do? So it is using artificial intelligence in a repeated game theory process to try to decide what the most effective action is based on what the adversary cares about.” [“cares about” isn’t just ideology, but also the “insurance” extortion scenarios, always. Also, again, what if the baiter is baiting you to bait in particular ways, while meanwhile he is doing something different entirely? Sitting behind a screen is one of the best ways to ensure terrorism. People aren’t so stupid as all that.]

The COMPASS program seeks experts in AI, machine learning, game theory, modeling and simulation, control systems, estimation and other related fields [I hope “other” means humint]. A Proposers Day is scheduled for March 30, 2018, in Arlington, Virginia. Registration instructions and more details are available on […]

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My further commentary: The problem with all this is that the emphasis is entirely on the adversary, with nothing on the arbitrary input of the programmer. It canonizes any result recommending whatever it is that sells to “decision makers” because it is all backed up with… oooo!… mathematics. What does the programmer think philosophically, religiously, economically, socially…? Any action of violence, brainwashing, whatever, is going to be based on a few programmers in DARPA. Really? Wow. Also, the humint side of things doesn’t work if the target can figure out what you’re doing before you even start. Anyway, more on “deep currents” and how to deal with them in another post.

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1998 US Embassy bombings: Nairobi, Dar es Salaam (FBI CIA DARPA)

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Ten minutes apart in two countries. Numbers killed differ officially, somewhere between 100+ and 303 people. Many thousands wounded. It was catastrophic. Two truck bombs. All other embassies everywhere scared to death. And, of course, this wasn’t only an attack on the United States, but also, very directly, on the peoples and the viability of the countries of Kenya and Tanzania. These bombings were UBL’s first big projects for al-Qaeda.

Two years previously, at the U.S. Embassy in Rome, “Rick” was the guy behind the window who, in express coordination with Main State and without me asking, provided me with a false passport because of a situation with a certain guy who had taken my identity. “Rick” became the FBI’s Chief investigator for U.S. Embassy bombings in Nairobi and Dar es Salaam two years later. “Rick” isn’t sloppy in his work.

When, in late 1998, after these bombings, I went to report something at the Embassy in Rome, I was escorted to a back office upstairs and seated with a certain agent who entirely ignored whatever I had to report, expressly rejecting even being shown what I had brought with me as proof of gun transfers to straw purchases of Mexican cartels as wrought by the guy who stole my identity. But then she proceeded to reprimand me severely for not taking the false passport two years previously. Obviously this was front and center in their minds two years later, even not long after the embassy bombings. She was still incredulous at my stupidity: “Don’t you know who that was who gave you that passport? He became the Chief Investigator for the Embassy bombings. And you didn’t do what he said with what he offered you. Just to let you know,” she continued, “that week we were having a seminar on why never ever to give out a false passport, and in the midst of that, he did, to you. So, what do you think that means? Do you think you should have taken it?”

Rhetorical questions. I was duly smacked down. I just didn’t know what to do two years before, it being that I had only been ordained some four years and couldn’t fathom why I, a citizen in good standing, should disappear from the face of the earth with yet another “identity” in play even while the guy who stole me identity should be protected by the FBI and the State Department. It only more recently dawned on me that he’s working for them. I’m a bit slow on the uptake. This is a perpetual interdepartmental program since 1992 (at least as dated to the letter from the Ambassador at Main State), if not since the late 1970s.

Why mention this again? Because of what happened at Atlanta FBI the other day:

When I told FBI Atlanta that I just wanted to have a chat about some options of the perpetual program I’m on (which the FBI later further entrenched me in), that program going back many decades, they thought I meant something much more recent that popped up when they looked up my name, a program with DARPA. I didn’t know about that one. I have much to say about that, about being game for gaming gamers, assassins. But, I digress. That’s for another post. What I’m concerned about especially is the duty roster at Main State and how that affects the viability of our counterterrorism efforts. Concerns I raised now a year ago are as fresh as if I’d make them today. The DARPA, more recent than all of that, is a distraction. How ironic. Stay tuned for some irony.

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FBI Atlanta: “Hey priest, it’s DARPA.”

Continuing my “Day-Off story, by coincidence I arrived to the side-parking lot outside the perimeter of FBI Atlanta at the same time as a CTU guy from Virginia, who didn’t go through the main gate but instead parked in one of the free remaining spaces outside. I parked next to him. He walked me to the security building, except when I went back to my car to get I think it was my passport. He went back to his car and rummaged around next to me until I was on my way again to the security building. He went inside handing off a piece of paper. I went to the window outside, out front as instructed. I struggled to see anyone as the window is almost completely blacked out and even the voices are so muffled that almost zero communication can go on.

The two agents had one piece of paper visible on the entire length of the long counter between them and me. They were looking at that, looking at me, looking at that, looking at me, looking at that, looking at me, shoving it on the counter right under my nose, though upside down. I guess they were beckoning me to, you know, accidentally have a look. It was a one-page summary report, you know, the kind you fill out with the “tab” key on your computer keyboard so as to jump from one bordered-field-box to the next, entering the least info possible, the origin, the date, the name of the author, a slightly larger box for comments at the bottom. I did get a look at the name of the author (which I needn’t give) and the provenance of the printout. The provenance of the report is what took me totally off guard. The provenance of that report was the absolutely last thing I would have thought to see that morning just there at the FBI.

To be continued. Time to start gaming the gaming game.

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Jogging memories and then running

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Seems to me that the two guys mentioned in this post…

are the two guys mentioned in this post…

the same two guys mentioned in this post…

But, as they say, nothing is as it seems, even the “fact” that nothing is as it seems. It’s good to see things from different perspectives, to consult, not procrastinating, just waiting for more, a thin thread. Slightly jaw dropping in my little world.

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*The Company* and Soviet Moonies? Twenty five years later: 1993-2018

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I’ve been reviewing any Russian connections I may have because of some recent events, causing me to recall that which I’ve otherwise long forgotten, some rather mysterious visits from those with Russian interests some twenty five years ago.

Some timeline coincidences:

  • (1992) An Ambassador heading up responsibilities in Main State (the main campus of the Department of State) in Foggy Bottom wrote a two page letter to me about someone who stole my identity, but that they were going to ignore him and instead track me on a perpetual program, which would lead to the FBI in conjunction with Main State insisting on this guy continuing to entrench under my name even while I, a citizen in good standing, was to disappear altogether under a false identity.
  • (1993) I was assigned to a parish in upstate New York within the territory of which is the Unification Church’s largest seminary in the world. I had many talks with one of the heads of the Moonies there. Doing that, I became pretty much the number one adversary of the Moonies.
  • (1993) Boris Nikolayevich Yeltsin, somehow elected to the newly established office of President of the Russian Soviet Federative Socialist Republic (RSFSR), caved to pressure in 1993 and reopened debate on smacking down foreign religious groups. That debate continued until 1996 when heavily restricted registration of foreign missionary groups passed into law, along with heavily restricted registration of their activity including purchase or rental of properties for their activities.
  • (1993-1994) Visits (intense interrogations really) from two gentlemen saying they represented the Moonies wanting to give me carte blanche travel and contacts throughout RSFSR for as long as I needed. But let’s see a bit more detail…

Some 25 years ago, I was a parochial vicar (assistant priest) in a parish in upstate New York which was newly burdened with an inundation of the Moonies, political hacks who pretend to be conservative (they say they are anti-communist, anti-Russian), but, as they now fall apart, as fads do, a recent poll they took themselves reveals that the vast majority of their members voted for Bernie Sanders. So, are they really crypto-communists? Just askin’. They had recently bought out a theologate, a seminary of the Christian Brothers not far from our parish church, and headed it up with a “spiritual director,” an Irish born ex-Catholic priest who had been a priest for some 25 years at the time of his departure.

The Moonies were going door to door bothering my parishioners (who complained to me furiously), so I invited this ex-priest Moonie over to the rectory for a chat multiple times. He had given me a book on the “doctrine” of the Moonies and I told him I was cross-indexing it all in my head and that I had noticed they had a lot of inconsistencies and contradictions and otherwise gross misunderstandings of Scripture and Jesus and John the Baptist that I wanted to put to him, and his answer was simply that I didn’t have to get to know their “doctrine” (read: brainwashing) so well as all that because what was important is for me to just become a member.

Nevertheless, I was so effective in my arguments that his “wife” invited him to just go ahead and leave the Unification Church and become a Catholic once again. This totally gutted him. He almost collapsed in front of me. Apparently, all this was quite well known to the Moonie powers that be not far down the Hudson River. Apparently, I was really upsetting the apple cart where the “Rev” Moon was residing at the time.

Not long after these discussions came to a close, two gentlemen claiming they were somehow reps of the Unification Church came to have a chat with me on a number of occasions. They knew I had somehow become entrenched in divisions in the Moonies but were nevertheless wanting to send me on a mission to the territories of the freshly former USSR. The mission specifically was to work with the Kremlin for exceptional approval of the Unification Church and the purchase of properties. They intensely questioned me about my views on ecumenism and the world, interrogation being a better word.

They were absolutely unconcerned about anything to do with the Moonies themselves, with the Unification Church seeming to be annoying to them. They had to know that there was zero chance of any cult-like foreign “church” getting any approval when, at the time, there was a severe crackdown on pretty much all religious groups outside of the Russian Orthodox. I think they were offering me something like $25,000 as a first payment. Part of this would be coordinating shipments of whatever throughout Russia.[!]

I said I had no desire to help a group like the Moonies. They didn’t care. They wanted me in Russia. They said I could say that it’s like, you know, ecumenism, since that’s the new academic thing for Catholics, right? “No” said I. They still didn’t care, insisting I agree. I said it was cold there. They said I could buy clothes.

To put them off, I said that I had responsibilities in the parish here, which they totally discounted as it would be easy to get anyone to replace me in that small parish. I said that I would have to get multiple levels of permissions for this and the bureaucracy would be nigh impossible both ecclesiastically and civilly, both Stateside and in Russia and in the Holy See. This did not put them off. Rather, it seemed like I was finally caving in to them. They saw no problem forging ahead and arranging the necessary. Finally, I just said no. But they returned to the rectory to speak with me again and again.

They seemed like a couple of our own ops guys. They wouldn’t say how they were connected with the Unification Church. The point was that they were offering me a perfect cover that would get me around everywhere in Russia enabling me to see anyone, including in the Kremlin, all with the blessing of the Kremlin as the Kremlin continued to dialogue, soft peddling their hard line crack down on foreign religious entities. I was certainly ready for any background checks, bona fide with an ultra-academic background, forever in Rome, well established ecclesiastically, with increasingly “interesting” connections overseas. Basically, they were offering me access to do whatever it is that I would otherwise be able to do. The last group I would ever have associated them with is the Moonies. They could have spit on the Moonies. I would be more likely to say something like the George Bush Center for Intelligence.

Just one more anecdote which everyone has I guess. I draw no conclusions. But…

 

 

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²¹ºPo – murder portraying a suicide faked to be murder… or…

210Po

“The use of lead-bismuth as a coolant offers several advantages as a liquid metal coolant for fast reactors. A low melting point, very high boiling temperature, and stability in air are characteristics of lead-bismuth that can contribute to the safety inherent with liquid metal reactors. Consideration of a lead-bismuth must weight the possible drawbacks caused by the presence of Polonium-210, which is produced by neutron activation of the bismuth. This paper describes the results of a test program to evaluate the potential of Polonium to impact the design and safe operation of the reactor.”

— Abstract on Polonium hazards associated with lead bismuth used as a reactor coolant presented by the INIS Repository.

For some reason, I now recall the LMFBR guy who came to the parish. Stupidly, I just couldn’t place him at the time. For some reason, just now, ²¹ºPo comes to mind, and the question as to how to irradiate a microgram or even less of ²¹ºPo comes to mind. LMFBR.

Anyway, he showed up again at the same time as the enhanced interrogation / assassination GTMO guys showed up. All of them would know of the one time short-lived interest of Yasser Arafat and Alexander Litvinenko with just the very tiniest bit of ²¹ºPo.

Bill Binney was mentioned in the context of murder as “suicide” by the intel guys. But the purpose of that ever so strange meeting was to discuss the viability, so to speak, of another person altogether. Anyway, the LMFBR guy is checking out a few things for me. He’s in a different line of work than mere LMFBR. Just to say, one of the GTMO guys has everything in the nuclear and medical worlds down cold, as it were, so to speak.

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Update: Why Rosenstein’s indictment betrays the intelligence community

spy vs spyUPDATE: Well, well. That only took a day for the White House to agree. The trouble is, they shouldn’t have had to think this through. This should have been known. Rosenstein is up to what? /////

When asked about Rosenstein’s indictment of twelve Russian GRU spies, Putin, of course, with a chuckle, invited Mueller and his investigators to come to Moscow to question them, adding, of course, with a chuckle, and entirely predictably, that his own investigators would then come to these USA to interrogate our own spies. Sounds fair, but what’s the upshot and why is this betrayal of the intelligence community? Because extensive proof would be wanted. We would have to reveal connections, contacts, assets, methods, capabilities, ways and means of all kinds. At any rate, that’s impossible on both sides, not just because neither side would want to do this, but because neither side could. The levels of impossible to overcome levels of physical deniability built into all programs, all actions, all deliveries of any kind of communications will stop any investigation in its tracks, even if everyone would sincerely want to cooperate. I mean, if you think you know something, a discovery, it’s only because it is desired by your opposition that you think this way.

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DOJ Rosenstein vs NSA Bill Binney: GRU, indictment… murder as suicide

(1) Rosenstein’s unethical indictment

Number two at the Department of Justice, Assistant Attorney General, Rod Jay Rosenstein just made an indictment of twelve Russian spies, really of Russia itself, as they belong to Russia’s GRU, equivalent to our NSA, CIA, Гла́вное разве́дывательное управле́ние, Main Directorate of the General Staff of the Russian Armed Forces, descendant of the KGB.

This indictment is entirely unethical, immoral, manipulative, utterly political for the reason that there is zero hope of any trial. An indictment must never be made when there is no hope of a trial. The impression is that those indicted are guilty even though there has been no due process. This is the easiest thing in the world to do. You can indict a ham sandwich, but especially a Russian ham sandwich. It means nothing on one level, but has consequences for politics on another level. This was done immediately before Trump’s trip to speak with Putin. Oh. Politics. A political Department of Justice. Rosenstein is totally discredited. Rosenstein thinks the American people are so stupid that they can’t see through his manipulations.

[[UPDATE: Hahaha!  ]]

DOJ Rod Rosenstein NSA Bill Binney

(2) DOJ Rosenstein’s smacking down of NSA’s William Binney

Bill Binney was by far the NSA’s greatest genius, the guy who could come up with a simple answer that perfectly worked, getting actionable intel for otherwise impossible complexities, time and again. When things got political with our national security, subjecting these USA to terrorist attacks, Mr Binney became a whistle blower.

Meanwhile, during the announcement of the indictment, Rosenstein went on to speak about “Guccifer 2.0,” putting himself at odds with verifiable, repeatable experiments first brought to the fore by Mr Binney, that is, about transfer speeds necessitating not a hack, but a local hardware download. I find it interesting that Rosenstein went out of his way to indicate that this was all mere piecemeal internet hacking, when provably it was not just that.

When Trump had our ex-CIA Director and now Secretary of State Mike Pompeo utilize Binney’s know-how, some thought this looked bad for Trump, but that is not a necessary conclusion. When the best people in the world say something, like Mr Binney, one should listen to what they say. That’s always a good idea regardless of anything else.

(3) Murder as “suicide”: Bill Binney

As Rosenstein was preparing his strange statement about the indictment, I myself got a visit from a group of our top “Humint” counterintelligence, counterterrorism crowd, at the very top of their game, who are privy to plans and plots and all that goes on in that dark world, also by way of enhanced interrogation of the worst of the worst. Some would say that such knowledge is ill-gotten. At any rate, these are the guys and gals involved. At least that’s what they say they were, and perhaps they were at one time, but now, are… are… are… maybe just a bunch of nice guys who want nothing more than to protect Bill Binney.

Firstly, let me state that I am forever mistaken as being someone else in that someone stole my identity when I was just a teenager. The FBI and Main State, in consort, offered me a false passport, wanting to give this guy total access to my identity even while I was supposed to disappear entirely. I’m on (1) a perpetual and (2) an interdepartmental program, meaning (1) all details have been destroyed so that nothing can be connected with anyone higher up the chain (a common exercise) and so that no one’s op can be accidentally revealed by another department, and (2) my actual identity as opposed to the one who stole it cannot be unmasked except through a summary held personally only by the Secretary of State and the Director of the CIA (as was repeated to me, again, this time by Main State this past year). It is what it is, a kind of curse with strange visits through the decades. After all these decades, they have no idea whether I’m me or the guy who stole my identity.

Having said that, our “Humint” crowd gave me what the obviously ranking officer told me was an “assignment”, that is, to note well a possible upcoming murder made to look like “suicide” of Bill Binney. The word assignment is rather interesting. As one of our top guys in the DoD who accompanied me to this meeting said about the word assignment: “Oh s#|+”. But maybe they just want me to write about it so as to help protect Bill Binney. I don’t know. It wouldn’t mean anything if anyone else said it. But it’s these guys, whoever they are. This could be an assignment if I’m actually instead the person who stole my identity – to protect or take out Bill Binney – or it could just be a “counterintelligence product” which seeks a reaction or lack of reaction or change in behavior, whatever. Everything says something even if nothing is at it seems. If I follow up on the assignment in either way, then they know. If I don’t, then they are still wondering, except in this case there look to be a number of Strzok style “insurance policies.” It’s just the way things are done.

Insurance policies aggravate me. I’m a priest. I don’t like innocent people getting hurt. And they won’t if I can help it, part of the motivation for this blog post.

Not wanting anyone to get hurt includes the guy who stole my identity. I have no idea if he’s connected with any of this. He did Mexico. He’s into Syria (which involves Russia). But this? I don’t know. Whatever about him, he’s protected. No one will touch him, or me for that matter. That’s how “perpetual programs” work. Well, unless…

UPSHOT:

  • Bill Binney should watch his back. It’s not a good sign, one way or another, when these kind of people make intense comments about one’s demise.
  • Rod Rosenstein should stop doing unethical things.
  • Whatever about the aforementioned visit to yours truly, there is something which was related to me and then confirmed two days later back on 28 and 30 June 2017 by a certain division of Main State which would act as the insurance policy of Strzok. I pushed on that a while back. In involves counterintelligence and counterterrorism and the viability of our national security. Come to think of it, so does everything Bill Binney, and that Division of Main State. But, as it is…
  • Maybe I should start baiting baiters once again.

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Strzok’s future tense insurance policy

strzok insurance policy

Peter Strzok sent a *text* about Trump to Lisa Page concerning how a meeting in Andy McCabe’s office played out. Lisa wants to know why Strzok embarrassed her in front on Andy, dissing her short-sighted plan in favor of his own, which includes an “insurance policy.” So, Strzok says to her:

“I want to believe the path you threw out for consideration in Andy’s office—that there’s no way he gets elected—but I’m afraid we can’t take that risk. It’s like an insurance policy in the unlikely event you die before you’re 40.”

A life insurance policy isn’t put into effect until death comes about. In the analogy, the election of Trump is the death. So, to be pedantic, what happened in the meeting based on this text is as follows:

  • Lisa Page presented a plan merely to make sure that Trump would not get elected. That’s bad enough, but that’s all she has.
  • Peter Strzok has another plan, an insurance policy, which he had presented, stomping down Lisa’s lesser plan. Strzok’s own plan, his insurance policy, is to do something that will remove Trump should he in fact get elected. This is the object back-referenced with “It’s.”

The effective date of Strzok’s insurance policy coming into play does NOT refer to a pre-election time period, but only from the announcement moving forward that Trump has won the election.

And now Strzok is being backed into a corner. People do bad stuff when they are backed into corners. He could put his insurance policy into play at any time. I’m guessing that he doesn’t want to wait much longer. They are so sure of themselves that they can still make it happen. Way overconfident. People make mistakes when they are overconfident. And they have made a mistake.

Just a note to some “friends”: Extortion speaks to the players, to the motives, to those involved. It puts just a bit too much of an edge on things. It’s a mistake.

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