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Excommunication of Mafia by secular courts? What’s this about? Anecdotes…

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“Hello Fr. George: I had a doubt if excommunication of mafia is also extended to those co- cooperating directly or indirectly by running  illicit businesses like gambling dens and bootlegging. — With prayers [Priest friend from India]”

We’ll have to see the language, which I imagine will be quite filled with legalese. As it is, more than fifty prosecutors, bishops, United Nations representatives and victims of organized crime have just tried to come up with a new legal doctrine concerning “the question of excommunication for corruption and mafia association.” “New” is right.

The novelty in this is that Pope Francis is seriously thinking of moving forward on entirely handing the Church’s own judicial processes of imposing excommunication over to the State regarding the Mafia, so that the opinion of the State as to the guilt of someone in, say, racketeering (a conviction), is what effectively imposes and declares the excommunication. Or is there to be an “administrative process” in some Vatican “Pontifical Council for the Excommunication of the Mafia” whereby the poor fellow has his State conviction rubber stamped by some Vatican office worker? What a sick joke against both justice and mercy. This seems to be insanity, real evil, putting the fox in charge of the hen house.

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The State is often the enemy of the Church in various countries. What do you do if you are a kind of Henry VIII and you have a troublesome cleric like John Fisher or a troublesome Chancellor like Thomas More? Just trump up charges of racketeering and the poor fellows will be not only be convicted by the State but also excommunicated by the Church based solely on that secular conviction. It’s no longer Saint John Fisher but damned John Fisher. It’s no longer Saint Thomas More but damned Thomas More. The Church would no longer has any voice in the public square with this kind of pressure for ecclesiastics to be sycophants of the State. The U.S. Department of State is having a celebration, along with so many governments in other countries.

But there are so many insurmountable problems that I doubt Pope Francis will be successful in moving forward with this kind of legislation for State sponsored Catholic excommunication, this delegation of investigation, prosecution, conviction and sentencing to the State. If he is successful, I can only imagine the immediate wholesale convictions of racketeering followed by death sentences for church leaders in countries that are terribly annoyed with the Catholic Church (and there are many which are just that violent). And what’s the Church to do if all those church leaders are also said to be excommunicated?

Some important personal anecdotes:

(1) For quite a long time I lived in the same house as the head legal liaison between the Italian Department of Defense (Ministero della difesa) and the Holy See. He approached me with the request that I agree that he might arrange an assignment for me as pastor in a parish in Southern Italy so that he might better deal with the Mafia in that region, my anti-Mafia activities apparently being known to some. I knew exactly where he was going in the conversation and got him to admit easily enough that his purpose was to go ahead and put listening devices in my confessional box so that they might have evidence to convict whatever mafia went to confession. The Mafia do go to confession, but not with the purpose of being forgiven, but so as to shut the priest up, for the priest would then feel obliged by the seal of confession even if he otherwise heard the information outside of confession as well. This liaison was quite blunt about this, quite open, even telling me the procedures they use to set this already well established policy into practice. This happens all the time. In these USA the FBI has done this numerous times in Saint Patrick’s Cathedral in New York. I asked him what would happen if I actually did my bit as a priest and did not give the mafia guy absolution, but told him to get his wife and kids and skip the country taking nothing with him so as to get out of the mafia altogether and then get absolution elsewhere. The response was that I would, of course, be shot right through the confessional screen. Of course. I declined. He was upset as he had revealed much about the level of respect Italy has for the Church (and me): none whatsoever.

(2) A good “friend”, one of the very top anti-Mafia investigators in Italy for DIA (Direzione Investigativa Antimafia) wanted me to spy for him on who else but the Cardinals who are resident in Rome. He was offering me all sorts of favors toward this end, even putting local law enforcement at my beck and call, regardless of how long I might take them away from their duties. The thing is, I did know very well and have been in the houses and various main offices and back offices and off to the side offices of many of the Cardinals. I declined. He was upset as he had revealed much about the level of respect Italy has for the Church (and me): None whatsoever.

(3) A bishop in southern Italy, a close friend with no fear in publicly and continuously denouncing the mafia in his diocese, was threatened with death numerous times to no effect. Finally the mafia, in this case the ‘Ndrangheta, got a hold of the Pontifical Family to pass along the message that if the bishop was not moved by the next morning he would certainly be found dead. He was moved to another diocese that very night. In other words, the church revealed that it will not back up the pastoral initiatives of those who stand up against the mafia, but will just do the expedient thing, showing what respect there is for actual courage: none whatsoever.

(4) A mafia priest, a pastor in a large parish in the western region of Rome, has constant contacts with the Pontifical Family, making personal visits. He’s got many of the big political mafia bosses in his parish. They are taken care of very well by the parish, favored members of the parish. What does that say? (I did try to do something about this at one time. Response? None whatsoever that I know about.)

(5) My own case worker (let’s call him J.J. for short) in the U.S. Department of State surely has everything to do with this legal conference of Pope Francis and is likely the instigator and provider of legal language for much of it. He has everything to do with the law, with the United Nations, with the Hague, with this kind of legal maneuvering by teams for or against individuals on an international level in such manner that international relations between countries are affected. I smell a rat in all this. There is a difference between the Holy See and the Vatican, a difference which, if not protected, will bring damage to Vatican City State fairly quickly. This conflation of prosecution of the Mafia by Church and State could well be a precedent. This effort has been going on for many years in many ways also by way of powerful ecclesiastical figures who bow down to those at the United Nations and other diplomatic / legal organs… Maybe the legalese will provide a way out of this conflation. Maybe not. We will see. What are the tangible benefits? None whatsoever that I can figure out. Everything can go wrong; nothing and no one is better off with this sort of action. Quite literally this would set up the Holy See / Vatican City State for extortion by the U.S. State Department, forcing what the DoS would call “policy” decisions, or assignments of bishops, or whatever. Not a good position to be in.

(6) A little test of all this before any promulgation of any decree by Pope Francis might well be in order. What I have in mind is to […].

(7)  I should mention the Archdiocese of Malta, where C.S. resides, and also the little town of Salem, New Hampshire, USA, where E.A., “thick as thieves” with C.S., is continuing to serve out his prison sentence…

Et cetera

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Main State and me: a development :¬)

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This is another one of those boring, kryptic, for-the-record posts only a couple of people understand. There’s a development since my last post of this kind the other day. For some reason late last night I felt an urgent need to try to find out a bit more about my “call this number if you need help” instruction given to me back in 1992 by Main State concerning the kind of help they would provide me into the future as occasioned back in the day by my ever present “Shadow” (who, by the way, is making overtures of friendliness to me all of a sudden).

In trying to find out more about the phone number the other week, there was nothing to be found even with brutal searches, not in the Department of State, not anywhere else. I decided to wait until more info was available before calling the number once again. I had called it when I had visited Main State some seven months ago at the end of 2016. A recording provided yet another name and number to call, which only provided yet another recording and this time an invitation to leave a message. I never got a call back. But the message wasn’t unnoticed.

During that visit to D.C., later that same day, I then continued my quest of visiting the national memorials, putting many miles on foot traipsing back and forth along the National Mall. It was impossible not to notice something out of place in the last 100 yards before finally arriving back to my car along the Potomac. There was another car parked behind mine with a nice, very professional, middle-aged Asian-looking couple inside, the unusual thing being their raucous laughter, the kind that’s a show, difficult to keep going, almost as if they were trying to be noticed. Indeed, they were making a spectacle of themselves as if oblivious to the world around them even while making it clear that they were noticing my arrival with interest. It was so odd that it was enough to put one into left-of-bang mode even though I was sure of their entirely good intentions, making me feel foolish.

As I wrote when it happened, it was then that I noticed, heart sinking, that I had a $250 parking ticket, it being that the handicapped spots in D.C. are not marked with either painted spaces or signs over the spaces as in North Carolina, but only with a sign down the street with a tiny arrow pointing in whatever direction tickets are to be distributed. In trying to pay the ticket online (possible only after about three weeks), I found that someone had arranged for that ticket to be cancelled. The Asian couple immediately came to mind, along with the State Department. But I couldn’t be sure. Until now.

Last night, when I searched again for more info on that phone number mentioned above, a “hit” came up, not only with an entirely different name and an office at the State Department corresponding precisely to my situation in view of my “Shadow,” but even the home address of this person in North West D.C. (a little dangerous for him, thought I, as he would possibly have plenty of disgruntled “clients”). In searching for that info a looked-at-by-almost-nobody in-house recruiting webinar came up. “That’s the guy who was laughing in the car behind mine along the Potomac seven months earlier; 100 percent,” thought I, with myself being the one who was now laughing out loud, “and he’s obviously the one who paid my parking ticket. Same guy. Exactly. Unmistakable. 100 percent.”

I’m guessing that his laughter was about my actually being a priest who has such a “Shadow.” They didn’t introduce themselves to me only because he was apparently fairly new to heading up his office in Main State at the time and it had been almost a 1/4 century since the last time I had contacted Main State, so that they needed to find out for sure who I was after all this time before speaking with me. Just to say, when the FBI had given me a false passport for my own protection without me asking for it twenty years previously, that agent had also laughed at my situation of being priest who has a “Shadow,” he knowing that this was all just too very perfect in favor of my “Shadow,” and he being amazed that I knew anything about the situation in the first place. Like my Asian guy (totally unflappable in the webinar), this FBI agent was otherwise utterly serious, he having been in charge of the investigation of the U.S. Embassy bombings back in the day. I’m amazed that the actual director of that office at Main State came out, and with his wife.

At any rate, this Asian guy seems to be a wonderfully friendly guy, and ultra-super-competent in what he does for international concerns. I’m tempted to make the request I’ve been wanting to make for a long time now. Indeed, at one point in the webinar, he almost seemed to refer to my situation in view of my “Shadow,” the idea being to keep such a “Shadow” illegal in appearance in a foreign country but entirely legal in our own, kind of, perhaps. It’s a kind of make-laws-around-an-existing-situation-to-make-something-else-possible thing. I remember the FBI wanting to keep the status quo of my having a “Shadow” going while merely giving me a false passport of appeasement instead of stopping my “Shadow” from using my identity. After all, he said that as far as they are concerned, my “Shadow” – precisely as a “Shadow” was now a good guy.

In fact, as I read over the 1992 letter of the State Department, it’s clear that they have zero interest in tracking my “Shadow,” but have all the interest in the world in tracking me, and that they have zero interest in helping me secure bank accounts out of reach of my “Shadow.” In fact, they simply assured me that the situation would continue into the future.

All of this explains an “incident” that happened on my return to the parish, after Vienna/Fairfax GMU on 66 West, and precisely at exit 296 of 81 South, the latter exit being a triumph of my little vehicle back in the day. Heh-heh-heh. Anyway, perhaps another trip to D.C. will soon be in order. I’m happy to know a bit more about who I’m dealing with at Main State. As I say, he seems very friendly.

P.S. As it works out, this guy also has pretty much all say about what goes on at the Hague. And that means that I could possibly ask him about a friend, a priest, who someone had attempted to trash there, though he came out shining.

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♬ring♬ His safety isn’t guaranteed. It’s your fault if he dies. Stop him. *click*

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This is one of those unfathomable, boring, for-the-record cryptic posts that only a few people will understand, which is fine by me.

It’s taken six and a half years, but the penny finally dropped. The phone call which I imagine from an Admiral high up in the U.S. DoD, to my ecclesiastical superior at the time, at the very beginning of January 2011, went, I surmise, something like this: ♬ring♬ This is Admiral […] George’s safety isn’t guaranteed. It’s your fault if he dies. Stop him. *click*

This Admiral, a good friend (we taught and lived at the same place and had plenty of mentoring conversations) was actually the one who, in the first place, had arranged my mission in the Holy Land with Israeli intelligence services. In those years, this would be the only way to go about this since the Israeli diplomatic corps whom I would have gone through was on strike for some 18 months already. No one was getting a visa, which is a problem when foreigners (Catholic priests and nuns) are about the only ones to run schools and orphanages and medical clinics for remote populations; to stay they have to get their visas renewed on a continual basis. They are denied.

The Admiral had the idea to have me to help out at the Holy Sepulcher and to have me teach Sacred Scripture at the doctoral level (for the SSD) at the Studium Biblicum Franciscanum of the Custody of the Holy Land, both of which are in the Old City of Jerusalem. Then he had the idea of having the Custos of “The Custody” personally take me across the Jordan river to Jordan, so as to install me in one of the more sensitive areas in the Middle East. Great, thought I.

After speaking with my superior and getting permission for all this, and then speaking to the Custos himself, I then, as instructed by that Admiral, went to the Israeli Embassy in Washington, D.C. (impossible at any other embassy), and was surprised to see my Mossad friend, the same guy I had met up with over the years in Tel Aviv, Haifa, Jerusalem, wherever I happened to be. I was packed and all was ready with hours to the flight. And then my superior rushed up to me and breathlessly told me:

“Tell the Custos you’re cancelling your flight; you’re not going. You may well get killed and people will say it’s my fault.”

I was stunned by this sudden and last second reversal. “You tell him, since you’re the one reneging at the last second” I responded.

“It’s something to do with you, not me,” he said as he then quickly disappeared in the corridors of the monastery, flustered, but not before mentioning Egypt. That was when there was a bit of unrest in lower Egypt, you know, because of usage of Twitter accounts. Ooooo. Twitter unrest. As if there had never been unrest, Twittered or not, anywhere near the Near East, Middle East or any other East. What unrestful Twittering had to do with my going or not to the Holy Land I have no idea, but that was the excuse my superior had given me (coming up with that, it seems, on the spot) while he retreated into the shadows.”Just, wow,” thought I. So, I had to call the Custos.

The Custos – because of Saint Francis before him – is revered a thousand times more in the Holy Land than any Pope of Rome (and that’s the honest truth of it). He was really very upset with me, but understood and supported me in my predicament of religious obedience and appreciated that I agreed with him that the reason given by my superior about Twittered unrest seemed more than just a little strange. That couldn’t be the reason. Period. Indeed. For all these years since then I’ve remained flummoxed as to why my superior did this.

There was no reasoning with my superior. Telling him that this sudden change in plans would traumatically disrupt the lives of priests in France, Germany and Austria (as the Custos told me), not to mention in the Holy Land (Yikes!), did not phase him one bit, but only appeared to put him under unbearable pressure. My insisting that a disrupted schedule (they had already changed this in my favor) could result in catastrophic changes to the status quo left him unmoved (though that could have brought far reaching ecumenical and civil-political disturbances with no good result). My superior, obviously fearful of something, appeared to want to tell me something but would not or could not. I reckon the phone call to him that I’m imagining — ♬ring♬ This is Admiral […] George’s safety isn’t guaranteed. It’s your fault if he dies. Stop him. *click* — was still ringing in his ears.

Finally, just recently, the penny dropped. I think I now understand what really happened. As time drew very near to get on the plane, the flight manifest was finally being given a very thorough going over as happens with flights, especially into Israel, particularly flying with ElאלALעל. They now noticed the code attached to my SSN/Passport. That code was promised to be there in perpetuity as a “hit” from the State Department. A phone number was given to me at the time to call in case I ever needed help. That phone number goes to the director of the Political/Military Foreign Security Assistance Non-Defensive[!] Ops directorate at Main State of the Department of State. [I like that: “non-defensive” = black ops.] Background as to why a perpetual protection order had been put in place for me decades ago might well be unknown today except perhaps to all but the director of the CIA with one or two others, also, perhaps, at Main State (as I’m told by many who would know how this perpetual protection order works as this is what they do). Yet, the connection of names I have with the one I call my “Shadow” (who took over my identity as if I were as good as dead way back in the 1970s unbenounced to me for some 14 years) is quite possibly shareable information via unmasking when there is a security request from the IC of friendly countries. I’m guessing that the Israelis saw a logistical conflict, called up our mutual close friend, the Admiral, and asked him to stop me, since, after all, this was the Admiral’s project. The Admiral, regretting the circumstance, called my superior and that was the end of that.

As it is, “Grey”[!] as he may be, my “Shadow”, in fact, likes to mess around in all things political and violent in the Near and Middle East. If, say, he was in Jerusalem at the time or if he was dealing with anyone that knew anything about Jerusalem at the time, even from a distance, it just wouldn’t do to have his “identity” (me) in Jerusalem and Jordan in a couple of highly scrutinized offices just happening to look like him and the same age as him with the same name and everything else as him, even talking directly with the terrorist crowd (those on “the list”) for recreation as I was wont to do, and I must say, had a talent for so doing.

That isn’t to protect me as if I were someone important. No, no. The point is that I’m so incredibly unimportant and expendable that basically I’ve already been killed off by my “Shadow” anyway inasmuch as he’s taken over my identity. If there were to be any logistical conflict, I would be the one to bite the dust. I’m just nothing, of no consequence, to be ignored, Styrofoam, or perhaps “Grey”[!]. No, not “Grey”[!]. My shadow, conversely, has become so important while being entrenched under my identity (the perfect “Grey”[!] experience), that, while my remaining alive helps him in his effort to be “Grey”[!] and for him to be protected at all costs as “Grey”[!], it would be better if I just weren’t in the same place at the same time as him.

What got me thinking about this is a number of recent phone calls and text messages my “Shadow” and I have had in the last week or so. Some points:

  • He was stunned when I put him off from sending me money ($100 monthly). I told him it was to no purpose, looking as it did like extortion against him or him bribing me. I simply don’t need his money. He was speechless. Didn’t say a word. Nothing.
  • He put new pressure on me to have his property signed over to me, but not that I could sell it and keep the money. Nor was this any kind of trust. No. He wanted to continue to use the property, just under my name, further giving the appearance to all and sundry that he and I are the same person.
  • I told him that I didn’t know what he was up to and that I felt myself to be in danger either from his disgruntled “clients” on the one hand or from low level LEOs trying to be heroes on the other hand, the latter thinking they are capturing him even while they are cuffing me. As he told me once, with quite a bit of impatience, going to jail or prison is just part of the work and that I should just get over it. Feds bait people, a lot, and they can look like pretty bad criminals. I asked him to provide me with some jacked up Main State docs so that I could have the guarantee of being free of that harassment (immunity and inviolability). His response was that he wasn’t that sophisticated, which could either mean that of all the IDs he does manufacture[!], one from the State Department was presently beyond his abilities, or that he simply wasn’t far enough up the food chain to ask for such a thing (or conversely, so far up the food chain that he simply couldn’t be known as such even from within). Nothing is as it seems.
  • When I responded to his refusal by saying that I would just contact the Security Assistance director myself so as to put in such a request… well… oh my… the reaction from him was… well… oh my…

Anyway, I have the director of that office at Main State on speed dial…

The last time I went to Main State and accessed the bio of the director of the Security office, his bio was immediately removed from the internet. When I mentioned that on this blog, a note went up on the DoS that his bio was removed because they were, you know, renovating their web site. Well, they’ve done that, for a long time now. It’s the only bio that has not gone up. Here it is in full:

[He] is a career member of the Senior Executive Service and serves as Acting Deputy Assistant Secretary of State for Plans, Programs, and Operations in the Bureau of Political-Military Affairs. He is responsible for managing approximately $6 billion in U.S. security assistance annually; providing State Department input for Department of Defense planning and posture; managing a Presidential initiative to expand worldwide peacekeeping capacity; overseeing conventional weapons destruction efforts; handling State-DoD coordination on significant military exercises and operational issues; and managing State-Defense personnel exchange matters.

Before joining the Department of State in September 2006, [he] worked as a relationship manager for […] Homeland Security, where he planned and coordinated the development of technology solutions for several U.S. government clients utilizing a wide spectrum of scientific and technical capabilities resident in […].

Prior to joining […], [he] served 26 years as an officer in the U.S. Marine Corps where he commanded infantry units ranging in size from a 40-man rifle platoon to a 1,200-man Battalion Landing Team. He was also designated a China Foreign Area Officer. In his final assignment on active duty, […] served in the Pentagon for four years as Head of the International Issues Branch at Headquarters, U.S. Marine Corps, the senior uniformed foreign policy advisor to the Commandant of the Marine Corps and the Marine Corps staff, with principal responsibility for formulating and coordinating policy dealing with all political-military / international issues for the Marine Corps.

 

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My priesthood distracted by Shadows

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Just another boring for-the-record post only a couple of people understand. Sorry.

A few weeks ago I had an unexpected day off at the hermitage. In between reading the Scriptures, praying, taking pictures of the incredibly varied eco-system in that doubled-over rain forest, resting a bit, I put out more than just a few rounds from my Glock, just to relax, just to get sharpened up a bit, although adrenaline is exhausting. I had a rather extreme target made up of coffee jug lids, overlapping as you might have with a perp behind and a human-shield in front. As I say, it’s the shot that cannot be taken and a shot the police are pretty much forbidden to take. But it’s the more difficult practice which makes lesser situations easier. Here they are:

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But I was out at nine yards, 27 feet, gun holstered, turned away from the target. All double taps, because, hey, if you miss off to your left looking at this (you don’t want to hit anything on the right, right?) you then take an immediate second shot if the first doesn’t remove the threat. For me, the second shot is always more accurate than the first, perhaps because I’m still not used to the odd Glock trigger). You can see the target in the upper-center of the picture if you’re not distracted by the shadows:

target hostage 2

Unless the perp is wildly shooting at anyone and everyone, there is usually abundant time to say ever so calmly something like, “Just let the (wo)man go.” He thinks you’re going to negotiate, ignoring your predictable brandishing and aiming at his eye that is farthest from the hostage. *tap*tap* I had the whole day, with broken up sessions. Altogether about 350 rounds went out, two by two, with none hitting the “hostage.” But I say, let yourself get sloppy. See if you miss. If you do, hitting the “hostage” (a good practice experience), look to see if your first reaction is to be upset with your bad aim or sorry that you hit the “hostage.” If the former, well, you better pray about that. That’s messed up. Anyway, this surely cleared my mind, a nice break. Anyway…

I’m sure you remember my “Shadow,” who took over my identity in the mid-late 1970s, I only finding out about this some 14 to 16 years later (1992) from those individuals at Main State (primary building of the Dept of State) in Foggy Bottom who, giving themselves totally innocuous titles for my situation, like CA/FPP and OCS/CCS/ARA, instead, in their real life-long jobs for Main State and embassies around the world, actually set up and run foreign non-defensive[!] special “security” ops also involving arms transfers and drug ops, coordinating the best of the best from the Dept of Defense (Seals, Delta, Green Berets…), the Pentagon, and various three letter groups (not your usual office workers for simple identity theft that happens to about 18 million people a year in the USA alone). In 1996 the FBI said that my Shadow was no longer a bad guy, though he was and is still using my identity, so, instead of stopping him[!], they gave me a false passport without me asking for it for my own protection (not that they cared about me other than that my being alive assisted my Shadow). The guy from the FBI (a low-level cover for the CIA in this case, as “The Guy” told me) insisted that the instructions I received about this from Main State were true, that this would be something I would deal with in perpetuity. In other words, there’s no way they are going to interfere with my Shadow doing what he needs to do just because little old me is ever inconvenienced. It now seems to me that my Shadow has been working for them even from the beginning, with them telling him to get a clean identity and I being at hand with a clean identity, all my ID documents likes ducks in a row, and I having his looks and his age (No, I do not have a twin brother). I’m guessing now that they got him when he was still in University, taking international affairs and political science courses. My naive, unwitting availability is the absolute ideal situation for a “Grey” guy, whose otherwise would-be fall-guy (me…) has an absolutely clean record. Well…

Not long after my rather successful target practice session mentioned above my “Shadow” started a texting/phoning campaign with me, attempting to get me to be the owner of a property of his. This wasn’t to give me the property, but to get him out of possible trouble, which may itself be illegal on my part considering his circumstances. While he skips the country for a while, that would put me in prison, which may well be the point. As he said to me once: “Going to prison is just part of it; you just do it; no big deal; get over it.” He once tried to get me to pay someone to do his prison time for him in Mexico. No thanks, and no thanks. Why should I do any of that? I don’t know what he’s up to, even if it is with Main State. He’s intent on this property thing (and not just now as this is something he’s been trying to get me to do for years), using me, playing me all the more. It’s not that the proper authorities don’t know this. He is himself one of the programs of Political-Military Affairs at Main State. Did I say he lives not inordinately far from USSOCOM?

I don’t mean to unmask him – and I haven’t done that so far – but this is getting annoying. I did unmask one CIA guy before, and there was no argument because, really, he shouldn’t have been doing what he was doing. Some of these programs my Shadow has been involved with may well have gotten a lot of people killed (using my name to entrench under). And my Shadow can stop me, at will, from doing what I would otherwise do as a priest. For instance, if it wasn’t for my Shadow, I think I would now have been in the near and middle East for the past 6 1/2 years (another story). I just don’t think that it’s right for Political-Military Affairs to have any influence on the assignments of priests.

What to do?

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This is why KRYPTOS should be easy

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“I don’t do evidence,” Brennan replied, speaking instead of “intelligence.” Gowdy gets the distinction perfectly. Brennan replied with perfect clarity. Great. Now, if we could only get all the field crowd of the Company to deeply understand that, we would have something. I always fall back on the perfectly logical statement of Donald Rumsfeld:

Reports that say that something hasn’t happened are always interesting to me, because as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns – the ones we don’t know we don’t know. And if one looks throughout the history of our country and other free countries, it is the latter category that tend to be the difficult ones.

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Casting light on my Shadow’s Shadow

This is just one of those boring, cryptic, unintelligible “for-the-record” posts which, this time, is about my Shadow’s Shadow, a really nice lady. I’ve been terribly baiting her to see who she could possibly be, saying outrageous things, knowing I could be terribly wrong. But, hey, mysteries are mysteries, and this method of madness has always worked for me. She’s just a couple years older than myself, the same age as my own Shadow. She did extraordinarily well at “tough” and “technical” universities and institutes. She is incredibly good with guns, is a super devout Catholic, is a medical doctor while at the same time being a world-class bio researcher who has an eye to international implications of her discoveries. And, besides all that, she’s really, really smart, has almost perfect recall, and is a computer genius. I’m guessing she got picked up by the CIA way back in the day through Main State’s bureau for political/military affairs recruiters (the bureau that’s connected with yours truly), and has worked her way into the “Administration” with high clearances which she already had another way. At this point in her career, I’m guessing she’s a consultor for the really tough cases. My own Shadow is a really tough case. Hey, maybe I am too. And another mutual friend as well. It’s actually not true, but, there’s no convincing some people. Anyway, she definitely has two lives going on, one cover for the other and most of her time spent at her day job is spent on what that’s a cover for. I’m guessing she’s a Patriot of extraordinary measures, who is on the cutting edge, as it were, of information collection, using her talents on subjects who are willing and those who have lost their right to say whether they are willing. There’s a lot of dead times. Anyway, she seems to have liked my comment on irony so much in my last related post that she flew away 2,565.19 miles (to be exact) from where she was near my own Shadow. Maybe there’s a replacement. Time to go see my Shadow, maybe, perhaps. Anyway, I recommend KRYPTOS. ;-)

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Main State’s “Shadow” of mine

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This is one of those boring, cryptic, unintelligible “for-the-record” posts, which are as often as not about my “Shadow”. Maybe this is a voluntary offering for a kind of blog subscription, though that’s not requested nor expected in any way on any level from anyone whomsoever. Maybe I shouldn’t be so suspicious and just consider this an offering made in good faith, though, since I’m so evil and bad, I am tempted to think of bribery on his part (for what?) or of my being accused by him of extortion or some sort of blackmail (for what?), all of which would be fictitious on every level, perhaps in order to protect another scenario altogether. Nothing is as it seems in the murky world of shadows. Just for the sake of irony, I think I’ll spend this on ammo to practice up for hostage scenarios. ;-)

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My Shadow is buying himself or…

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Sorry, this is just another of those annoying “for the record” posts. Long time readers will remember “my shadow” who stole my identity as early as the mid-late 1970s or early 1980s.

After a break, it’s happened again. Another installment of $100.00. It’s always the same. I declare these on the blog, put them into my checking account, and will include these in my taxes. I take pictures of them with all the numbers so that they can be tracked. It’s his hand-writing. Am I extorting him? Is he bribing me? Is it something more innocent? More nefarious? The only hint is that he said it’s all he can afford right now, meaning that he thinks it warrants a lot more than $100.00 a month on average. I don’t want this, but, hey, I’ll take it.

I did tell him that I wanted to make a deal with him without saying what that was, and without asking, he started sending me $100.00 money orders. But the deal I had to make with him had nothing to with money, but rather with Main State at the Department of State at Foggy Bottom just off the West end of the National Mall. Inasmuch as I don’t understand what’s going on it’s only going to get worse, because I’ll keep pushing until things are clarified. My Shadow is not one for clarifying anything. It might do us both in. But that might be better for the world.

Oh. And just a reminder, as of this writing…

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Update: DHS / Main State P-M Affairs: “Who are you anyway ‘Father Byers’?!”

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Well, well. That’s interesting. The post going by the above title was scrubbed from the blog. Maybe it’s just a computer glitch. Anyway, my “I-9” went through without further questions. So, whatever. It simply doesn’t matter. I now continue with other aspects of tax withholding, setting up direct deposits, etc…

I had one other experience like this. My “Shadow” and I were texting back and forth for the first time ever not all that long ago. Then his phone was stolen. That texting “conversation” was shown to the police by the thief (perhaps she said she “found it”) as it looked – how to say it? – suspicious. It contained the name and number of a guy in Main State’s Political-Military Affairs, a guy with a six billion dollar budget who coordinates between the Pentagon and various… um… groups, and who dreams up and runs drug and gun and security related programs in various countries (and whose successor is now an Obama appointee, an Ambassador now with no direct superior perhaps for the rest of the Trump presidency…). That’s one less level between the President and some… um… programs… It was a predecessor directing this office who had written me a two page official letter already decades ago. Anyway, the police called my “Shadow” to come pick up his phone. He told me it was totally scrubbed and unusable. But, he was not detained or questioned. You gotta love that.

But now there is another developing problem, scrubbed phone or not, since my “Shadow”, seemingly following up on that texting, began sending me instantaneously traceable money-orders, each for $100. I just now got the fourth one.

  • On the one hand: Is he doing reparation for having become my “Shadow” way back in the day (that’s not the kind of reparation I want at all)? Or is he helping out a priest whom he considers to be poor (though I’m not in dire straits at all)? Either of those would, I guess, be well-intentioned. And I very much appreciate that. Very thoughtful. Very kind.
  • On the other hand: Perhaps someone might form an opinion that this is a result of blackmail or extortion against him on my part. That’s simply not the case either. As I get to know him better, I wish him the best. And I would anyway. After all, he’s my “Shadow.” And anyway, I always report this kind of “personal gift” on the blog, for-the-record, as is my practice. But he also knows that. Back to number one?
  • But it would also be good for him to stop this money-order thing, as it could also look like bribery on his part, kind of a reverse blackmail/extortion, so that, in receiving said monies, I had better keep my mouth shut, or else, from any number of directions. The question to a growing number of people would then be, about what is he so concerned? So, I suggest to my “Shadow” that the money-order thing just stops in the best interests of everyone however good and excellent and totally innocent the intentions have been in providing these monies.

Anyway, he knows what I want, and it’s not from him, it’s from P.-M. of Main State. I still want that. It would put a kind of double reverse on civil effects of big drug-money concerns as I entrench myself in cleaning up some of that bit of evil in this region.

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My shadow should be the attorney for Joaquin “El Chapo” Guzman

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Note the gunshot wound from the other day on the right arm.

I went to see my “shadow”, as I call him, leaving 7:30 PM Monday and returning today, Wednesday, at 6:00 AM, with Tuesday being my “day off.” The odometer’s “thousands” marker was clicking around. The conversation we had was short and to the point, just 15 minutes tops. I obtained some new methods of contact as the others had been rendered inoperable. Things are easier when using modern methods of communication.

I wanted him to testify against Guzman, but he refused, saying his knowledge was minimal. I tried to say that anything helps, and that Guzman’s a monster, having had 30,000 people killed directly by the Sinaloa Cartel with a total of 100,000 dead in skirmishes. That took him back for a moment, not the facts mind you, but that he had been caught out without having a response. But that came in just a moment:

His was a line which betrays a forced rationalization of having Guzman as a puppet for the U.S.: “But it doesn’t really matter since the Mexican people hold him up to be a kind of folk hero, you know, like Billy the Kid or something.” “Or like Ned Kelly for the Australians,” I said, with him mumbling some other American names.

I said, “It’s not like that at all. This guy butchers people. They’re afraid of him. They cheer him in the streets but would shoot him in the back if they could. He has ears everywhere. They can’t trust anyone because he owns all the authorities. With all that death, it does matter.”

He just repeated his line by which it seems the State Department convinces any oversight that: “Look, there is no worry, as no one complains, because the Mexican people hold Guzman to be a folk hero. It’s O.K.” Again, the “benefit” to these United States for having set up Guzman is that we destabilize a neighboring country just enough where they can’t get any real economy going.

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There’s lots of Spanish Moss where my shadow lives.

My Mexican friends tell me that there are horrific battles going on right now in Mexico as a power grab is taking place what with Guzman in prison. They think that Guzman can’t pay off prison authorities in these USA so that he might run the cartel from there. We’ll see…

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Meanwhile, I’m concerned about the welfare of my shadow. He says that he was hurt recently, showing me his arm. He said he had been burned but it was obvious that it is a gunshot wound, not self-inflicted as the bullet grazed deeply starting from the upper to the inner arm. It’s really quite deep. You can see  how the surrounding skin was exploded and ripped to the lower left, and the jagged exit from the now splayed bullet.

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CIA Memorial Wall. Paying respect to the fallen. It’s a debt of honor. Bucket list.

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The CIA Memorial Wall is now a priority. A must visit.

CIA MEMORIAL LANGLEY

I always knew I was indebted to the CIA not only as a citizen of these United States, but in particular, having recently found out more about my life with The Company.

It was confirmed for me just now that a new friend of mine of a couple of months ago is CIA. He knows everything about my “case,” offering present day advice.

Another longtime CIA friend confirmed that one guy working for the State Department who has been protecting me since at least the early-mid 1980s is, in fact, today, a Station Chief for the CIA. He said that when I told him what and where his present cover is directly under the POTUS. He knew the story. Trump will fire him forthwith, of course, in a matter of hours as of this writing, but – nothing being as it seems – that firing will actually only free him up to go up higher in the directorship of the CIA. I don’t doubt that he even takes over the job of the guy taking care of my “case” at Main State of the Dept. of State, using that as his cover, three down from the POTUS, but doing what he does best in coordination of the executive branch with the judiciary and the military for on the ground ops. But, that’s not a prediction. I don’t know. Anyway, I need to have a chat with him about a present situation. But I have to wait to see where he ends up in the next few days.

As always, the more I find out about myself, the more I don’t know, the more questions there are that arise. Fine. I can work with that. All these guys are the best of the best, exemplary in their integrity, who have earned profound respect. In getting to know them, I get to know America and, in a round-about-way, myself, being a patriot and all.

Some have died in the line of duty. The debt of honor in paying respect to them is not to say that they are great so much as to strive to follow their example. Nothing Kryptos about that at all. Thanks to you all.

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*NOC*NOC* “Who’s there?” “Fear.” “Fear who?”

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N.O.C. – I pass by this sign all the time. It will soon be a frozen ghost town in the middle of nowhere in the mountains. In some rather arcane circles, the letters N.O.C. also stand for Non-Official Cover, the rather obnoxious title for “illegals,” who are neither illegal (at least for us), nor non-official (at least for us), and whose only cover (usually business and politics) might be playing the self-referential fool, kind of like the Holy Roman Empire which was not Holy, nor Roman, nor an Empire.

At any rate, being an illegal, a NOC, usually, is nothing Kryptos. But that’s the problem. It should be everything Kryptos. Can anyone figure out terrorist initiative without being Kryptos? No, not without being Kryptos, at least my version of it, you know, taking into consideration the geological and mathematical elements physically represented and begging to be brought into one’s heart of hearts. What’s an analyst without it? Just someone manipulated by others. Not being at the heart of Kryptos is all play. An analyst might get lucky once in a while without being at the heart of all, but once in a while isn’t good enough. In fact, it makes one vulnerable to being used, the most dangerous NOC of all. All NOCs should be Kryptos.

It’s kind of like the difference between being “spiritual” and religious, as if those who are religious are not at all spiritual. The “spiritual” but not religious person is a faker, the most dangerous person of all. They congratulate themselves for being, you know, nice, sharing some supposedly common value, say, of niceness, that one supposes some spiritual power somewhere out in outer-space might appreciate in a heartless, mindless, but, you know, nice way. As often as not, it’s psychologism replacing a truly spiritual life. And that’s a licence to murder: “The god of my creation is on my side.” That’s when right and wrong lose the integrity of black and white and become 50 shades of self-serving gray, lusting for the power that covers the innocent in the red blood if death. Is that still called integrity? Integrity demands excellence. It’s the harder option, but is always worth it.

Excellence demands smarts and guts. True religion frees one from fear of being smart and from fear of having guts. One can face reality head on. It’s exhilarating. NOCs should give it a try. Those who insist “Gray is good for integrity” are low-life scum, you know, the ultra sophisticated creepo guys who have gone all Gnostic about “gray”. Having been had, betrayed, almost killed however many times, having seen killings even by the hundreds, having killed many… none of that means facing reality head on. It just means one has had those experiences which, however much they may put an edge on someone, do not of themselves make anyone less fearful of the big picture, perhaps more. Only watching God take our place in tortured death so as to have the right in his own justice to demand forgiveness can be the occasion for for one not to run away from seeing the big picture: “Father, forgive them.”

Meanwhile, the truly religious person lives out the ultimate virtue of justice, namely, religion, namely, giving to God that which is God’s due: “Thank you, God, for having this otherwise useless heap of weakness live what is reasonable and just in service of you and others, even if it means I have to lay down my life that others might live for that which is reasonable and just, for you.” Doing the religious thing, say, going to Mass, the Last Supper united with Calvary (see Kryptos) – This is my body given for you in Sacrifice, my blood poured out for you in Sacrifice – giving to God that which is his due in all justice, he himself standing in our stead to take on the death we deserve for original sin and whatever personal sin so that he might have the right in his own justice to have mercy on us… yes, that is also spiritual and brings one without fear into the heart of all.

And that’s deadly important: no fear. The merely “spiritual” person is full of fear. They are on the run from themselves. Such an analyst might fill his waking hours and his nightmares with innumerable facts, all so intriguing with their interconnectedness or not, and the adrenaline rush had by someone who lives the fake-news cycle, thinking they are it, you know, special. Such a person doesn’t want to get to the heart of all. They are afraid. They paint themselves into the peripheries so that they can’t see the way things really are, however much violence and injustice they otherwise see.

But for the religious person who is truly spiritual there is no fear of finding the answer in oneself when looking for the terrorist, and one can find that terrorist, even in the early stages, well, pretty much every time as quick as quick can be. In Jerusalem I did this for recreation. Starting from scratch, one could get a stop-watch and see how many minutes it would take me to get the personal contact info of someone personally named on our terrorist list. My record on the street is, I think, eight minutes. That was in Jerusalem, but the head terrorist guy for whom I got the contact info was in Syria. Then you see who those guys know in Jerusalem, etc. I’m not tooting my own horn here, as my point is that anyone can do this if you’re not afraid to see what is right in front of you. Fakers not only waste everyone’s time, they bring everyone down with them: “We didn’t think it was important.” Compared to what is the question. What’s the standard of importance, of urgency, of whether something means something? When the importance of fake-religion (e.g. ISIS rubbish) is dismissed, successful terrorism ensues. One cannot see the importance of fake-religion unless one sees the importance of true religion. One cannot see the importance of true religion unless one lives it with integrity.

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John Kerry’s bogus speech 28 Dec 2016

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John Kerry’s passionate speech (like my one-on-one 15 minutes with him in the Vatican Gardens), was entirely anachronistic, living in the past, utterly suppressing present day realities of these U.S.A. helping Iran wipe Israel off the face of the earth with Iran’s increasingly aggressive nuclear program.

The two-state-solution means nothing if one of those states is dying from the cancer subsequent to nuclear fallout, also making the land unlivable for the other state. Everything under the Obama Administration, anything touched by this Secretary of State, is deadly for Israel and the Jewish people.

There are a thousand ambiguities and openings to terrorism in the speech. How many times was it referenced that moving forward in whatever way would only involve a not-significant risk to security? What on earth does that mean? How many terrorist incidents would be allowed under the high bar of “not-significant”? What does that even mean when people are getting killed? On and on. Is Russia really a best friend of Israel in the region? Unbelievable…

I have to wonder if the analysts who had input into that speech were conspiring to go out of their way to make Kerry look like a clown in hopes of getting promotions under the upcoming Administration. I mean, really, it’s just that bad, and, I’m afraid, just that easy to do. It’s just too easy.

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