REC #1 HATONN
TUE., APR. 26, 1994 10:44 A.M. YEAR 7, DAY 253
TUE., APR. 26, 1994
Has anyone ever pointed out to you how incredibly foolish you appear to the world--as a matter of fact--to the universe?
RICHARD M. NIXON
Your U.S. former President, Nixon, was the only president in history to have to resign under fire of corruption. I will give you the easy way out, however, by pointing that his downfall was intentional by his enemies and effectively he was "taken-out" without necessity of another public assassination.
The point I wish to make is that NOW, TODAY, you are burying a dead body and you would think this person is being Beatified as a Holy Saint in the Church of Historical Truth and Integrity. What a bunch of loonies you are! An old political thief, liar and scoundrel made transition and you treat it NOW as if he walked on water in Christness.
Which was right, readers? Was he a dastardly bastard of misbehavior OR was he a blessed Saint like statesman of great stature? I hope you will get the point, dear friends--JUDGE NOT LEST YE BE JUDGED!! YOU ARE ALL VICTIMS OF THE LIE--AND SO WAS HE! Your job is to learn to JUDGE ACTIONS and DISCERN PEOPLE AS TO INTENT. And, no, I haven't seen him around....
Let us not get sidetracked or we are NEVER going to make it through even the first quarter of any of the books we are sharing. We will take up immediately where last segment left off, please. And, Dharma, just please drop the subject of Phoenix Projects and Montauk--perhaps we will all find we are but ongoing participants in BOTH Phoenix Projects--ours and theirs.... That is not the job at hand, scribe, so clear it away so that we can get our own "today's" work done.
THE DEATH OF CAMELOT, Part 9
by Ronn Jackson
[QUOTING: (CONTINUED FROM PART 8):]
Both were teachers (see Part 8) from northern California and this was their first trip south of the border. They didn't know anyone and were anxious to talk to someone from the States. Both were on the healthy side and talked a mile a minute. I saw no rings on they left hand and guessed they were around my own age. They said they had each saved for a long time to be able to take this trip and both admitted to looking for Prince Charming. I had no idea why they were telling me this. I ordered them a drink. Both were pleasant and had very nice personalities. I found it very pleasant to sit and talk without hitting on someone--or two.
You could discern from their conversations that both were dedicated to and enjoyed their profession and I admit that I was really enjoying myself and thus invited them to dinner. I set the time for nine because I wanted to make a quick trip out by "the" house.
There were no lights on nor cars in the driveway. I thought, "Good", as I had other things on my mind.
From the girls' reactions it appeared neither had had much experience with men or with social outings. They were concerned with the cost and seemed a little embarrassed when they finally ordered dinner. I did my best to put their minds at ease and after a couple of drinks we had become like family.
When we had finished our meal we went out and walked to the beach. The girls on either side of me with each holding an arm. It was nice to be liked. We walked through an amusement park and all of us tried our luck at knocking over milk bottles and shooting basketball hoops. We won a couple of stuffed bears and a giraffe. We had cotton candy which ended up spread all over us as well as in our hair. We decided to walk down the beach where we stopped by a couple of rocks to wash the sticky mess off. We watched the ocean for a while and then walked some more along the beach at water's edge. As we strolled we noted the lights of the resort area were quite distant and it was nice so we just kept walking. The sand felt good on my feet and the night seemed quite perfect. Perfect for what? I didn't know and it didn't matter.
Earlier, when I said the girls were "healthy" I meant that they were not skin and bones but perhaps carried about 140 pounds or so. I most certainly did NOT mean to infer they were unattractive. I guess I'm as guilty as any at type-casting and I found that in the short time that I had known them I really did like both of them. I also have to admit to having other than the purest of thoughts, first about one and then, the other. Well, actually, since they seemed so close as friends--about both. Ok, so I'm a dirty old man! It seems, though, that my thoughts were to be answered and that would be through no effort of my own as it turned out. One of the girls stopped and simply took off her clothes and walked out into the water. The other one looked at me and shrugged. It suddenly seemed quite appropriate so the other did likewise. So, what the hell, what was I to do, sit and be a prude? As I was undressing I told them to take care about the bottom as regards their bare feet.
Naked as the proverbial Jaybird I sloshed out to where they were both standing in the water. When I finally got there they both put their arms around me. I told them that it was difficult to breathe and boy, was it! It wasn't that they were holding onto me so tightly but rather that I had to admit to this being a first for me: a threesome. It was also their first at such daring encounters so we agreed to learn what we could--together or should I say, "among us?".
Next morning when I awakened I noted that I was being held on each side. All thoughts of getting up vanished and if you readers thought I would do such a foolish thing--you're the one who's crazy. I just scrunched down in the sheet.
That afternoon, after making a couple of trips down to buy toothbrushes and combs, the left. We were planning to meet later and they had to go do whatever girls have to do. What a night.
This meant I was back at work and that meant that I needed to take a drive out by the house. I found no changes in the situation. I had time so I drove around for a while and stopped into several of the other resorts. The last one was where, the girls were staying. I was quite disappointed when they were not in their room so I had a seat in the lounge thinking I would just wait around for them.
After I had a couple of drinks I figured they must be out shopping so decided to go on back to my own hotel. I left a message at the desk and left.
When I arrived back at my place I found the girls in the lounge waiting for me. There were two drinks sitting on the table for me and one of the girls said they were paying me back for the dinner to which the second agreed. I assured them that they had already done that the night before. At that point I was informed that that was only the first installment. I reminded them that dinner was really only seventy-five dollars but they assured me that where they came from a dollar bought more quantity and better quality. So, guess where we went....
It was late that night when I drove back up to the hills to take a look at the house and surroundings; after all, this was a mission I was serving. Ah, there was a light on in the house and the car from the landing strip was setting in the driveway. I could only wonder who was there and how many there might be. I would find out tomorrow.
After watching briefly I started my own car and drove back to the resort and put the car in the parking structure. I was on the fourth level and decided to walk to the front as I had thought it would be pleasant to take the stairs down and just walk around a while.
I was just looking over the area when I noted the car from the airport pulling into the resort across the street from where I was. I watched as it was parked and studied the scene as a Black man and woman got out of the vehicle. A second or two later a third person got out and it was the "Dealer". I couldn't get a good look at his face but it had to be "my folks". I was going to request a triple billing anyway so I might as well put another turkey to roost. It didn't bother me one bit. I didn't like these people for their profession and as for the one in my profession, "he" didn't know I was coming. I had the greater advantage and it wouldn't make any difference but he was definitely "history".
I made a decision to get the car and wait until they would come out again. I did so and sat for a couple of hours until finally the Dealer came out of the building. Since I figured I knew where he was going I pulled out in front of him as we left the parking lot. Later I pulled off the road some quarter of a mile on past his house. I had seen the car pull into his driveway. I waited a minute then locked the car and trotted back to his place. I was approaching from the west so was on the same side as the one I had first used for entry on the other night. I could see him through the window and noted that he had raised it. He was on the phone talking and there was no question about the man after I heard parts of this conversation. Yes indeed, I knew exactly who he was. On his desk was a large briefcase and I knew without peeking what it contained. It would have money or drugs, OR BOTH.
It seemed a plane would be due in shortly and he was planning to meet it. I wanted to see if anyone else was there but it was clear. Maybe this customer was well established but I don't trust drug people, ever, as too many things can go wrong. As I waited I found that the school teachers came into mind but I as quickly put them out again. This current escapade was not just for fun and games.
I checked out the airstrip again and noted that there was an "apron" area very near the shack. A plane could stop anywhere but the easiest place with the path of least resistance would be taken and it would be that "apron". I was betting on it. I went inside the shack and perched on a chair and waited. I had put the car off in a ditch off the road quite a way distant. Man, it was so dark in this area that I didn't need to be concerned about being seen. I lit a cigarette and put the flame out quickly; there was nothing to do except sit and wait.
About an hour passed while I waited. Then a car drove onto the landing strip and went all the way to the farthest end. It was the Dealer. He was parked out there for quite a while and then I saw some lights flicker on. I recognized the light as being flares and also at the same time the lights from the parked car flashed on. The car moved in my direction and when I heard it near the shack I looked through the cracks. The Dealer turned the car around facing the flares. He shut off the lights and left the car engine running.
I then moved outside. I went around the building and stopped and waited where I was out of his line of vision. I heard the sound of an approaching plane a bit before I could see it. The driver blinked his lights as a signal and then shut them off. The lights on the plane kept coming. I ran to the rear of the car and again scrunched down and waited. Immediately 'as the plane touched down the pilot shut off the lights as the plane taxied towards us.
The plane was a beautiful twin engine job and as it approached I realized it could well be carrying three or four people. So be it, too late to reconsider anything. There was only one on board, a woman. She opened the door and got out. The Dealer was now moving toward her and I had him in my gun-sight as he reached her. I fired, knocking him into her and both into the plane.
I immediately moved toward them after I had fired. When I arrive at the plane she was crying and struggling to get the limp figure off of her. I emptied the ammo clip into both of them. I played this game on my own terms and by my own rules.
There was a suitcase, two briefcases, and a satchel aboard the plane. I gathered them up and took them to the car the dealer had just vacated. The car's interior light put out just enough light for me to inspect the luggage in point. The suitcase held drugs and the brief cases held money. The satchel held more money and several file folders with "top secret" printed on several of them. I checked the Dealer's briefcase and it also held several files and more money. What the hell was going on? The first thing that came to mind was that this was some kind of a two-way deal. I had a mess of which to dispose so I wasn't going to stand around in that place and try to figure it out.
I next moved the four pieces of luggage to the shack and then moved the car to the plane and pulled it up to where it was touching the plane. I got out of the car and located the fuel cap on the plane wing. I had to work at it a bit before I finally got it open. I searched around until I found a rag which I shoved into the tank opening. The rag almost immediately hit fuel and I thought it strange for the plane must not have traveled very far. I pulled the rag back out and it was soaked with fuel. I put a match to it and ran like scat back to the shack. The damned thing burned for about thirty seconds before it finally blew. I then thought the small shack was going to go too. When the car had caught fire I grabbed up the luggage and tore off toward my own car. There wasn't going to be much left of anything when that fire burned out.
As I drove back I kept expecting to see some kind of vehicles but strangely enough, there were none. I had fabricated a good story but I didn't get to use it. As I parked the car I looked around and then on out toward the distant mountains and noted they were just as dark as they had been the night before--the job was half done!
When I got back into my room I saw the phone light was flashing. It was a call from the girls. I returned the call and excused my absence by telling them I had been out gambling at one of the casinos and that time had simply slipped away from me. I apologized and said I was too tired and was going to shower and get some sleep. I heard them giggling and knew they were on their way over anyway. I knew I should be taking care of business but the sun was rising and I just kicked the luggage under the bed and decided I would just "have to suffer!"
I smiled to myself as I pulled the satchel out from under the bed. I opened it and took out a couple of stacks of bills. I checked them over and found the money was good. There was ten thousand dollars in a stack. The denominations were in hundred dollar bills. I was going to give it to the girls, tell them they had brought me good luck, tell them I hit a jack-pot with a bet for them. They could use it and I noted that it is funny how the mind works.
It was only a few minutes later when they both came through the door....
They both wanted to go for another stroll on the beach and I told them that they both were over-sexed. They agreed, said Okay but I'm not sure what that meant exactly but I was worn out.
At sundown I again drove over to the house. I had heard of the fatal fire and accident and I was sure not too many people would buy that accident crap. The authorities were on their way. At the house it was dark but I calculated the other couple could be inside and that would be a trap, it even smelled like a trap.
I drove on back to the resort and put the car away. I checked at the front desk to see if there was a way to Federal Express things to the States. There wasn't. I would have liked to send some of the goods that I had collected back by that route. There did seem to be a connection by private carrier to Los Angeles so I thought I would take care of the items later as I needed to take things in order.
The first order of business was to get rid of the "junk" in the briefcase. I flushed the bags and was lucky that the plumbing didn't get stopped-up.
I had the money laying on the bed. There was about two and a half million dollars minus the money I had given the girls. I was pleased that they accepted my story about the gambling for it probably was the most cash that either had ever seen and it was time for them to return home and, in fact, were on their way.
I called the airlines at the municipal airport and the flights left at ten, two, and four. I had heard those numbers before! I had quite a bit of cash on me and decided to go by the ticket counter and pick up a ticket. I made a reservation and left it open. I was assured that there would be no problem in passage as the flights were "only booked half way". I started to ask her if that was full or empty but the agent looked like a tackle for the Green Bay Packers and she might not have appreciated my humor.
Back at the motel I decided to get some rest but I found myself too restless to relax. I finally just got up and undressed, stood under the shower for quite a while, dressed and realized it was too late to catch a flight today. I would have to time my business so that I could catch the next available flight if at all possible.
I picked up the car and drove back out to the house. There was a car parked in the driveway but I didn't recognize it. The lights were on. I decided to go forth and play the part of a lost tourist. I pounded on the door but there was no answer. I walked around the house and found no one. I pounded on the door a second time but heard or saw nothing. I tried the doorknob and found that the lock was open. I went in and right there in the living room was the "Freelancer". He was slouched on the couch totally out of it.
One shot in the eye and he was in the land of Happy Drug Dealers forever out of business. His lady was in a bedroom. Same for her!
Don't think I say my business is great but, sometimes, if you are patient, things work out right. These drug people are like a malignant growth and will be stopped eventually. As to my way of thinking: it is a nasty job, but necessary and someone has to do it.... I have no feeling for it and one day I know that I will be "judged". I hope it will be of my choosing.
The file folders proved to be very interesting. Those marked "TOP SECRET" were from a government project at Lawrence Livermore and Sandia National Laboratory. Several unmarked folders came from the FBI office in Los Angeles that pertained to the missing top secret files from the laboratories. I concluded from reading the information that an agent within the ranks of the. Federal Investigatory Agency was in concert with that particular dealer.
I learned the identity of the dealer, in some more detail. Although his name was not familiar the agency of the Federal Government for whom he had worked previously was the Justice Department. This reminded me of a conversation I had had with an agent of the FBI in Las Vegas. He had told me that the U.S. Attorney's office there could not be trusted. They had too many political checks to cash. I wonder how many more are like it throughout the country? That agent's name is Don Hale.
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I think the next segment in appropriate sequence will be Jackson's notation about further writings on the Hoover Files (also known as the Alpha Files). We will treat it as an excerpt because the focus of this volume is not regarding those files as such and he plans to cover them in Book V. We'll try to keep things interesting until we get there....
REC #1 HATONN
WED., APR. 27, 1994 8:58 A.M. YEAR 7, DAY 254
WED., APR. 27, 1994
WHAT'S IN A NAME?
As we write this morning our focus will be on a presentation from Ronn Jackson regarding a bit of the "Hoover Files" as regards John Fitzgerald Kennedy. It will be brief and it is taken out of context as to the files but is necessary for notation as Ronn writes on Death of Camelot.
Before we go into that subject, however, I ask that you attend a bit of side-lesson in historical "meanings". This becomes important because some "receivers" THINK they are giving accurate information to certain very important participants in this ongoing play and are most offended when I correct perceptions. Why is it that ones feel a need to be offended if errors are corrected? Wouldst it be more worthy to be continuing in the distortions of "how it was"? Dear ones, the "enemy" will always be so close to truth as to make discernment all but impossible and if "I" correct such misinformation is it not worthy of being "special" instead of offensive?
We have one who has been in acceptance of information brought forth by a friend who says, "You are Atalon, son of Odon." Close? Indeed, but the energy "Odon" as expressed is NOT the "Odin" or prior "Dar" of God accepted label in the antediluvian period of your ancient history. The "O" is accurate as to its reference to the whole or "sun" and fits with the earliest of antediluvian Kings. However, the facts are that label or symbolic title of Odo, Od"I"n, Odo or Odoin represented the first GOTHIC KING and was a carryover from the ancient "first Sumerian King". OK so far--however, the "Gothic" Elite were the first real diverted population FROM the original species.
The first species was indeed Aryan in "race" as to those which first came to the area of what you call the Middle-East in ancient Sumer (in Iraq).
I do not wish to do a history lesson here because this is a very pointed bit of information and I do not wish to use current labels.
The first recognized "leader" or "father" (King) of the Aryan-Sumerians was deified as the Sun-god named "Dar", which is actually in translation Thor (or St. George of Cappadocia as later recognized). He was credited with the "taming", or civilizing, the "Lion" tribes or the "Christ"-oriented Lighted Creator "GOD" tribes (flock, children, herd, gaggle, covey etc.) of human "citizens". Later in your historical "time" this being in presentation of "person" would be recognized as the "sun-God" OR Aton.
Now, if one believes himself to be Atalon the son of Odon--you may well consider this to be a "son of God". However, you had best STUDY CAREFULLY that which you perceive is the Father and how that "father" presents himself. You will find that MOST OFTEN, in an attempt to deceive the "believer" and "practitioner", that ONE will present as a reptilian! That is your FIRST CLUE THAT YOU HAVE PICKED UP YOUR ENEMY--THE ADVERSARY. GOD CREATOR DOES NOT PRESENT AS A SNAKE! HE may well present as a "Phoenix" Eagle from time to time and sometimes as a "Lion" but the symbol of the "lion" is connected with Christed-relationship.
I do not wish to get into the "DRAGON" representation AT ALL AT THIS TIME.
By the time of the Gothic era as to Kings, etc., there came Odin and I don't wish to go into this deeply, either. This is because it is the other clues in the specific relationship, to which I focus this message, that I wish to address.
The person in point told ME that he is Atalon, son of Odon. Well, he isn't! That was information offered by one close to him and very honestly given. However, he went on to say that he came from Obergon which he "said" was in Orion! Ah, now we note the connection with "serpent" symbols and warrior factions of entities. The "son" of "God" of christed Light (Creator) does NOT COME FROM ORION! So, in respect to straightening out the misunderstanding it has to be understood that the person (or soul expressing as person) has to go farther back and realize the relationship of the one, ATONLON (or Atonlan), son of Dar or "God".
Does this separate all others into other categories? No, it is simply a connection which must be made with specific entities connected with THIS MISSION.
Dar would be presented in physical "style" as a predecessor of the Gothic expression so dress, logos and "seals" would reflect that influence as was later more prevalently expressed.
The terms Odo, Odoin, Odin or Thor following "Dar" are representative of the Goodly presentation of God-respecting people. As time went on there was a Woden who became totally confused but Wodan was a non-Goth and also , non-Aryan.
If you people err and mix this all up with "colors" you are going to distract yourselves. Why? Because "Christness" or "God-Law followers" HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH CURRENT RACE OR COLOR. The terms represent "belief and status" within a "spiritual" (soul) structure (emotional expression and intent) and cannot be described by human physical skin color or species.
The point I wish to make HERE is that you cannot simply take a name and decide who or what you are--YOU MUST COMMIT TO UNDERSTANDING THE FACTS AND CATCH ALL THE CLUES.
How do I REALLY feel about names? I repeat, if YOU come to me and introduce yourself as Tommy Peanut, I will address you as Mr. Peanut. It is the "being" in point--not a label. However, IF you misinterpret your OWN identity, it can actually reverse the direction of your purpose and mission for you will study the wrong courses as to "intent". This is to warn you multitudes who seem to think you have to have cute little "other" names--it is sometimes foolish to accept such from the mouth of another human speaker for YOU do NOT know the source. If you are offered a name of some kind--check out all the clues or you will not be a Phoenix Eagle--you will be a "sitting duck".
Then why does "Dharma" have a label? Because it is simply a mark of identification which has "meaning". Translated from ancient identification it simply means presenter of life truth. No big deal and that is why most of the time, except when we use it as a "name", it is not capitalized. So be it. Along those lines, when we identify "Ranos" it is simply a short term for "Ranostros" which simply means of the "brotherhood of Ra" (brotherhood of God). The same is an approximation of "Rael" which means "Elder of Ra" (an Elder in the Brotherhood of Ra [God]. If you are trying to put a high level hierarchy status on yourself as with a crown of gold and jewels--forget it IF YOU ARE OF LIGHTED PRESENCE for you otherwise err. If you wish to play in OUR game--EGO MUST GO! IF YOU ARE TO SERVE AND FUNCTION WITHIN GOD'S PLACES YOU MUST DESIRE HONOR AND REVERENCE IN HUMBLE ACCEPTANCE--NOT EGO POWER OVER OTHERS.
Please, allow us to move on to the bit about Kennedy as offered in connection with THE DEATH OF CAMELOT.
THE DEATH OF CAMELOT, Part 10
by Ronn Jackson
THE HOOVER FILES (BOOK V)
Excerpt KE 001-003
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Because of the skepticism and controversy that surrounds the "Hoover Files", also referred to as the "ALPHA FILES", I have chosen the following format to explain their contents. To my knowledge there are two thousand, three hundred and nine (2,309) files in existence. I suspect there are others buried within the infra-structure of the Federal Bureau of Investigation but I have no proof. I also suspect that if others do exist, they are primarily about people of wealth and stature both in the private as well as in government sectors. I base this suspicion on the contents of the files that are in my control.
Although J. Edgar Hoover presented a stoic image to those around him, I believe he was an insecure and pitiful excuse for a man who usurped his position to the "Nth" degree. He was like so many others of our leaders who are placed within a level of authority and have no idea how it should be handled. [H: In common words you will recognize: "Far beyond their level of incompetence!] Hoover, known as a staunch anti-Communist, was NOT. That perception was a facade utilized under the guise of protecting our country. He used and manipulated people. A classic example is Senator McCarthy. Hoover pulled his strings for years and it is all in the Senator's file. Today such action is known as blackmail. It is hard to realize that for several decades this dastardly person was our SENIOR LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICIAL. I am ashamed for our country.
KENNEDY, JOHN FITZGERALD 1917-1963
The first several pages in the file cover the period of Kennedy's childhood through college. What Hoover wanted with that information is unknown. There are a couple of references to girls during the college portion of the file but no names are given. There are many innuendos offered and all of those are in "JEH's" handwriting. Thousands of others have been involved in more provocative situations. The real "first" impropriety would appear to be JFK's election to the Senate. His father bought and paid for that election with CASH and POLITICAL PRESSURE. There is no question about that fact as bank statements, contributions, accommodations and so on are presented. His father was even more influential than was ever suspected or reported.
JFK's love-life had been allotted two full pages. There was also a "third" page attached to the prior two and it was a copy of a marriage license issued to Kennedy and a Durie Malcolm. I had heard rumors about this but didn't pay any attention to them. I later found the annulment papers in "Joe's" file along with payoffs exceeding five hundred thousand dollars.
Another of his loves was Inga Arvad, a newspaper person who had met Hitler. (She has her own file. Hoover thought she was a bad person and she may well have been.) There was another listing, Mary Alsop but there is not much about her; it appears she was married to a journalist. There is also a Janet des Rosiers who was his personal flight attendant and masseuse and a Letitia Baldrige who was Jackie's Social Secretary and filled in when no one else was available.
Pamela Turnure: Jackie's Press Secretary.
Mary Meyer: She was confirmed in another file on Benjamin Bradlee of the Washington Post.
Nicole Alphand: She and her husband, Herve, have their own separate files. Herve was having an affair with Jackie in New York before "swinging" became fashionable.
There are eleven other women mentioned.
Hoover tried very hard to tie Joe's money to JFK's election win but finally concluded it was the "Nixon debates" that put John over the top.
There were several notations of news items that he ordered to be followed-up. When the "wrong" answer would come back he would then issue new instructions to be handled by a different agent. It will never be realized just how many thousands of man hours were wasted on Hoover's witch-hunts.
The wealth of JFK was reported in the 15-20 million range and several documents showed his assets and trusts. The figures are vague but he never had to concern himself with soup-lines. Rose or Ethel would have written him a check for whatever amount was needed. All the Kennedy family members have their own separate file.
Several pages are devoted to JFK's military records. On one page is scribbled, "I got the S-- of a B----." (Hoover's note.) This seemed to pertain to a venereal disease called "NSU". Why that information would give him a hold over JFK is beyond me--this is grossly referred to as "clap". I know of one supreme court justice who was treated for the clap and he caught it from a congressman's wife. This is in both of their files. You must look further into the family regarding possibilities for in JFK's younger brother's file there is reference to penicillin shots being received while in and around the Washington area.
One section of papers clearly showed Hoover's hold over JFK because whenever Hoover beckoned the President was there! There was a notation to this effect.
There are laws on the books which represent the large influence of Hoover. Some clarification is needed but the original intent is the point herein.
My discernment as "Author" is to note that because of space limitation and because most of the file in point seems to be unsubstantiated garbage that this will be the final reference to this particular file until the book is printed. My memories of John Fitzgerald Kennedy are good ones and even with this information and knowledge that perception has not been changed. He was guilty of what half our population is guilty--being a man. (060220-728943)