Siege in the Davis Mountains E-Book

James C. Horak

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 126

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

A book for the open minded, change seeking observer of 'anomaly' and the conspiracy against mankind. The revelations by James, a man with a different ’status’, should be paradigm shifting. James C. Horak starts the book when Black Ops prosecuted the secession of the Republic of Texas from the Union to provoke the declaration of martial law and subsequent deployment of UN-troops on US-grounds. When his former wife in 1996 got involved, he was able to stop this staged false flag event with the help of the authorities. Three years later another false flag to provoke martial law was prevented when he notified the FBI, Matt Drudge and Mayor Giuliani of a black operation briefing-video to prepare riots during the Y2K New Years Eve celebration at Times-Square, N.Y.C. “These are a true stories. Told in parts where breaks in its continuum demand the digression just to appreciate its complexity. For the way of truth is seldom textured to fit chronology, especially where dark truths are revealed. I envisioned a longer work but the urgency I came to feel in finishing and a greater proclivity towards compactness that allowed my shortening of the text, permitted me a satisfaction of completeness with it as is. Before you finish I hope you may understand. I do take license: not completing every sentence, unconventional use of punctuation, coining a word or two, and syntax that might seem a bit strange. Please forgive all this to look deeper and I believe you'll find some purpose. This work assumes some demand on the reader but then a little research may be all that is required from time to time. Grant but possibility and, whether you accept my personal story or not, the purpose of this work has its own credibility. As an end to this lineage became more apparent, I came to feel more and more compelled to approach mankind with what I could offer." JCH

Leseprobe

Table Of Contents

Siege in the Davis Mountains

Napoleon and Social Contracts

Staging a False Hostile Alien Attack

Cosmologies Based on Myth

Disavowal of the Spiritual

Sasebo Harbor, December,1962

The Inadequate Treatment Given UFO Studies (In Summary)

Mysticism” “When it's Useful”

The Metal

Unified Field Theory Implications

Links and Bibliography

Equational Zero

The White Goddess

About the Author

Copyright

Siege in the Davis Mountains

This is a true story. Told in parts where breaks in its continuum demand the digression just to appreciate its complexity. For the way of truth is seldom textured to fit chronology, especially where dark truths are revealed. I envisioned a longer work but the urgency I came to feel in finishing and a greater proclivity towards compactness that allowed my shortening of the text, permitted me a satisfaction of completeness with it as is. Before you finish I hope you may understand. I do take license: not completing every sentence, unconventional use of punctuation, coining a word or two, and syntax that might seem a bit strange. Please forgive all this to look deeper and I believe you'll find some purpose. This work assumes some demand on the reader but then a little research may be all that is required from time to time. Grant but possibility and, whether you accept my personal story or not, the purpose of this work has its own credibility.

Evelyn and Rick

I can probably guess when Evelyn and Rick began to “take up” with each other, that particular long week-end I spent in Canton, set up at the flea market. When my bout with fire ants left me bed ridden a few days and her lack of concern over my badly swollen leg and foot was markedly apparent. My phone calls home that Sunday night went unanswered, even into the lateness of night. Not long after we separated when I learned both had joined a cult “church” and that its minister bore a sinister significance to my past.

Rhonda's Phone Call

I was about to rest that night. The cool air from my window and the day's activity had brought me a tiredness I thought earned. The ringing of the phone at the late hour surprised me and I was cautious with my greeting.Hello. The voice back asked, “I'm Rhonda, hope you remember me”. “Yes”, I answered, “you set up at Will Rogers not long ago. How are you?” “I'm fine. How is Evelyn?” The question seem to ring with issue. I obliged, “we've broken up”. Feeling she already was aware of this, I pursued with, “is something wrong, Rhonda?” “Yes, may I ask you something personal?” she replied.I was not surprised by the otherwise disconcerting questions asked that night nor the harm Evelyn had practiced on her. Evidently Evelyn had picked up candling for reasons not mentioned in her cleaning ears pitch. My suspicions about that were answered by a cook for a local drug gang that described how ephedrine mixed with lithium could work the same way as suggestion in putting victims under pre-hypnotic trance. Suspecting such an attempt had been used on me, when Evelyn had candled my ears, Rhonda told me about what had happened between her wealthy fiance (whom she had arranged for Evelyn to treat) and herself. Shortly after returning to her home with beer and wine for the three to enjoy, the fiance flatly stated their relationship was over. Rhonda gave me that telltale description of how Evelyn had prepared the man for candling by using a lotion to massage the neck beneath the ears. As the cook had described, the concoction of ephedrine with lithium could achieve purpose simply by rubbing on the skin.I don't remember if my one visit to this “Lightworkers church” was due to invitation or my insistence. There had been one of the group's picnics I had attended (but where the minister was not present). Noticeable at both were the scarcity of men and that many of the women were public school teachers from a neighboring town. My presence seemed little appreciated. My attendance at church came a long time later after Evelyn and I took a trip to the Navajo reservation out of Farmington with donated items from the church for needy Indians. Perhaps that satisfied my suspicions of the church for a while but that soon changed.

A Salem Witch Gets Involved

Evelyn's actions seemed those of someone not operating under their own steam. Though we did have markedly different moral standards... she once remarked “you and your morality” as if it was a bad thing, I never saw her committing crimes, especially for someone else. That is until a woman from the church phoned me to request an “important” meeting “about Evelyn”. Meeting her at a local restaurant she revealed plenty about the new Evelyn. At the same time she requested a loan needed to pay her rent. She would leave her gold wedding rings as security on the loan. I consented, more out of concern for the woman which whom I had shared 11 years than for curiosity.

A Deepening Perplexity

Somehow a wealthy young lady had been brought into the church. She and her husband had separated and she had come to Fort Worth with expensive horses. Evelyn had become a close friend and confidant and when the woman was at her weakest suggested raiding the bank account her estranged had opened for her. Both traveled to Ohio to do this and returning, the lady was induced to give it all to the church. After a short while, lamenting, she called the man apologizing profusely. He quickly forgave her while begging her to return. Evidently taken with his kindness and understanding she did so. But not after divulging the whole sorry mess to a self-professed Salem witch.

Then There was This

During this time Congressman and Speaker of the House, Jim Wright, was being viciously maligned in media for his guilt by association with Mallock, a wealthy developer. Though nothing would stick to bring any indictment or prove the slightest misconduct, House Speaker Wright steps down leaving a very convenient power vacuum exploitable by the White House. It is my contention, though unproved, that Congressman Wright's gay son, a member of Evelyn's church was compromised and that led to Wright's decision.

The White Brotherhood

It is an astonishing experience to find so many of the derelict of studies you have made of the occult come to manifest in one's own life when they have such disdain as have I for them. So it was when Evelyn questioned me about taking a vow to the White Brotherhood. But then I met the minister, one Pat Ramondo, the very nurse that had given me that pill cup of clear liquid so many years past at the VA hospital in Ann Harbor! I tried hard not to show being taken aback. She, however, seemed most removed. Following her out onto the church porch when she took a most atypical smoke break (between sermons) I expected some coming to terms with this from her. No, I was to get nothing but a subtle smile as she looked off at the floating smoke. I would get nothing in the way of disclosure from this witch, just the air of someone intent on intruding into your life with no clue as to why.

The Players Connect

It was quite another story the way I met Ed ........... he was the husband of Evelyn's closest church friend. Like about Evelyn I was to find he was capable of anything in the pursuit of big money. Even had the only whore house in Fort Worth that could advertise in the newspaper. ANY GENTLEMAN'S FANCIES AND FANTASIES MET. Evidently with pull, I was to learn his activities ranged from smuggling, fixing gentleman's problems with inconvenient women, arranging covert activities as a go-between and cons. If he wasn't protected he'd have been killed ten times over. At an arranged dinner with him and his wife, we met the son of Bundt, the head of the Bundt Corporation created out of SS money in Argentina and that had pioneered RCID (radio control implant device), for creating mind controlled killers. A sane person would not have estranged the young man by trying to compel him to help frame his wife in a lewd sexual affair only to have the matter backfire. Maybe living now in a modest frame home might teach him better but I doubt it.Ann had been this woman's paralegal in her suit for divorce against Ed. In the course of several seemingly synchronistic occurrences Ann and I were thrown together. When I wasn't searching for the truth with Ann, I was doing the same with Rhonda. Ann could place David Williams, Kenneth Copeland, Ed ........ together having meetings. Also the disappearance of an house cleaner working for Ed ......... that had been removed from the employ of Rhonda's former fiance when their affair had been proven inconvenient. The danger to Ann became apparent when an attempt to poison her, averted by me, was made.The one time Ed and I spoke his having been in Michigan during my time there, possibly MSU or U of M was not mentioned while he questioned where I had attended. Supposedly his antagonism with Pat Ramondo was over her “turning” his wife from his control to hers yet Ann revealed they were connected in numerous business dealings both before and after the divorce. We were indeed coming to closer connections that came from only the most insidious of tie-ins with Kenneth Copeland.

“God Spoke to Me” Kenneth Copeland

Mena, Arkansas became an inconvenient repository for all the heroin brought from the Golden Triangle to the US once the Clintons entered the White House. The new choice was even more morally repugnant than the one arranged between a governor and a former director of the CIA and even had a road blatantly named Golden Triangle pointing towards it. Of course the heroin came by Chinook helicopter flown from the woods back of Bell Helicopter three times a week out to the Copeland “estate”. An estate on a former Army Air Corps base, acquired through murder and deception. The murder of the son of Bill Johnson whose father had met with a rather bizarre accident while competing with Copeland for a lease on the place. The boy had begun to investigate how his father could have lost his memory of the incident, one that had been so vital to Copeland getting it.

My Third Marriage and an Unfortunate Move

Closure is often bought at a high price. Fathoming the truth about Doris and her unsettling designs came with such a price. Just how deep her connections were with Fort Worth's west side mob may never be fully known. As the covert black ops behind Copeland began to take over the west side rackets, much death began to descend upon the former mob. Even the interconnections between them and biker gangs like the Bandidos and Hell's Angels were shifted to Copeland's base of operation as his “Bikers for Christ” rallies grew to the extent that his former chief of security, now the Tarrant County sheriff, David Williams provided counter-surveillance for them with a black helicopter given them by the feds. But I get ahead of myself.Doris was a lovely girl, broken by promises made her by a GI during his assignment to a base in Germany, unfulfilled. Not content to let it go at that she managed to travel to the states just to find him. Closure was as bitter as desertion and her damage was to manifest on the next two relationships she was to have, mine being the last. Our stormy beginnings seemed to have passed when she suddenly uprooted the marriage with overnight stays elsewhere unexplained and false accusations for me. Still she would phone in the middle of the night complaining about strange dreams that repeated each night: she would be placed on a spinning table and experience a blur of changing colored lights. Later I was to find that a method of mind-control to divorce someone of emotional attachments used such a technique. Learned from the M-C sex slave victims I encountered on an email forum, Mind-control-L sometime after my marriage with Evelyn. Before that, right after my divorce from Doris, a regular at a bar where I spent time at Squaw Creek (directly on the road less than two miles from the entry into Copeland's property and on my way to work and back to where we lived in Newark, Texas, assured that Doris had been my wife) told me an interesting story. He claimed that two men he recognized as Copeland's in a limousine had picked her up on a bridge over the creek where she often fished for crappie and perch. She seemed to be resisting and her fishing gear and car were left, to be later picked up by a man from the same limo less than an hour later.Years later, as my marriage waned with Evelyn I had begun to attend meetings in Dallas on Central Expressway at a Ramada Inn concerned with the growing encroachment of government and military on American's Constitutional rights. Waco, Ruby Ridge and whistle-blowers revealing plans for nationwide search and seizure of guns and dissidents were the impetus. At this meeting was installed a gentleman taking audios and videos of each meeting, selling them to those attending.John Seidler represented a much deeper insight into the Copeland operation, one that showed more the military-like behavior associated with its predilection to counter-surveillance and the very way the property was prepared. As well as that of taking every license with individual rights and freedoms. John had been the faithful man-in-charge of Copeland's audio/video lab (something that allowed him to give me a tour of that lab later on) when one of the men in the chain of command decided he wanted John's wife and simply took her. That was when John left the fold. Other stories emerged regarding this operation's activities but which I have no first hand knowledge excepting for one: that of my friendship with Vernon Arbiter.

Vernon Arbiter

Sam introduced me to him. Vernon was known as a body-guard and enforcer, someone that had little to say to do his job but effective non-the-less. He had guarded top poker players and bosses alike; he had the stocky build of an immovable tree stump. After he attended a number of those meetings in Dallas with me Vernon began to trust me and spoke of his concerns over fed take-over. I advised him to make himself scarce and not take on any jobs. For all practical purposes to leave the west side mob. A month later Vernon thanked me profusely, offering me whatever help he could give. His contact in the FBI and surveillance of both Evelyn and Ramondo proved invaluable.

A Secret Meant for the World

Another synchronism occurred when Vernon and I both observed we had been dealing in flea market trading with Lonnie .......... a grasping insurance salesman out of his element in our worlds. Lonnie came into the “Constitutionalist world" purely looking for a new market for his insurance. He'd come with us and make an ass out of himself each time he intruded in our conversations with others. But an even greater synchronism came about when Lonnie spoke of an in-law of his, Robert Hightower, a man I had given a great secret and one I had hoped he would use for the benefit of the world.Lonnie's impression of Robert came purely through Robert's wife, a relative of Lonnie's. Seemed she did not think much of her husband's business acumen. Meanwhile Lonnie had no appreciation for what Robert had given him as an opportunity. I pretended not to know what this was and that I had provided the knowledge of it to the man I felt not only deserving, but capable of sharing its secrets with the world.Robert Hightower was an accomplished horticulturalist working for the Trilateral Commission down on the King Ranch at one of their project sites when he wrote an article on the search to find something taking the place of bat guano or other fertilizer that would not easily wash off mountain slopes in Brazil where the manioc (source for tapioca) grew. The rainy season was washing so much away the cost was beginning to exceed the sale of produce. Reaching Bob by phone was successful the first try and he became excited about the mineral I described to him, a substance I assured him would solve his problem. And much more. He offered to pay my costs if I would bring samples. After doing so I barely had to wait ten days before his excited call. “Please come down, I will pay a consultation fee; I want to talk to you.” Through the largest greenhouse I had seen and out passed a large field, Bob was intent we did not share our conversation.