Originally posted by musselwhite

After my forced move from 584, I felt as though I had been targeted with an invisible sign that said "she has the plaque" and pushed to the edge. The weight of it all almost.......almost is not quite good enough........pulled me close to giving up the ghost.

Originally posted by crimsonstar
I have read other posts about this and was intrested in what you had to say about things in northern georgia.

Many replies asked good questions but I am wondering what happened to the other people that had to move.

Originally posted by pavlovsdog
What sort of work does Mark do and has he even been in the Military?

Originally posted by therainmaker

Originally posted by spannmark
...landing at at invisible (yes, I said invisible) landing field/airbase, moving (and disappearing) trees as well as entire forests, entirely new (an non-existant) mountain ranges appearing out of nowhere, and literally hundreds upon hundreds of totally fantastic, mind blowing experiences....

This section of this message jumped out and grabbed me and reminded me of something I've forgotten about for years and years, that is perfect ATS material.

One of the first things that piqued my interest in suppressed knowledge was when I met someone in college who lived "right outside" (according to him, I can't verify it) the infamous Montauk Air For Base/Camp Hero. He told me a wild story that I completely forgot about until I read this message.

What I can remember is that he lived in a relatively well-off, but populated and certainly suburban-style, neighborhood. There were some woods in back of and next to his house, but his next-door neighbors were close enough that he could see their house through the woods. Allegedly there was a small copse of trees behind his house, followed by either a clearing or something, then beyond that a short distance was the limits of the base.

This man told me several stories, but the one that I remember the most and which was triggered by the quote above, was regarding how things would appear behind his house once in a while. Nothing grand or very obvious like mountains, but I remember he said that one day his family woke up and there was a series of extremely tall poles installed in the ground just beyond the woods in back of the house (allegedly near the edge of the base). He and his father went out to investigate and there were wooden poles, like telephone utility poles but thicker, in the ground where there were none before, however the entire area looked undisturbed. In order to install such things, one would think at least one truck would be needed, along with a work crew, however there was absolutely no sign of anything disturbed nearby. No tire tracks in dirt, no shrubs or trees damaged, nothing. The next day when the family woke up, the poles were gone, and again a check of that area revealed no sign at all of anything having been there, no holes in the ground, no disturbed soil, nothing.

There were other similar stories he had, but that one stands out the most. The only other one I recall specifically is when he said he was near the edge of the base at night with his friends, snooping around. I have never been there so I do not know what the layout is like, but he said they were walking down some trails or dirt roads in the area in back of his house, and they were coming up to a junction where some trails met, and they could make out in the darkness that a pickup truck was parked there, idling with its lights off. They went into the trees and off the trail to walk around the place where the truck was parked, and started down another trail that led away from the truck. They stopped every once in a while to see if they were being followed. Well here is the strange part...allegedly they were still within easy visual distance of where the truck had been, even though it was at night, when they turned around and the truck was no longer there. The kids were scared out of their minds but someone went back to see if they could see what happened. When that person got to the trail junction, there was no truck and no sign of a truck, no tire tracks, footprints, etc.

I am going to see if I can locate the person who told me these stories...hmm this could be a thread in itself, but I decided to keep this post here to keep it in context, and maybe Mark can comment of these events are anything like any experience he had.