Members of ATS, I need your help. It's a long story, and sort of hard to tell. Aspects of it deals with some personal experience and former family
friends I thought I knew well. I'm not sure how to relay this story, so I'll start at the beginning and fill in the blanks as I know more.
A long-time friend of the family, Uncle Jeff (we called him Uncle, but we knew his real name wasn't Jeff, and we were not related) had an on-again
off-again relation with four covert spies known only by their numbers (1, 2, 3, 4). I know, it seems silly and over-the-top, but that's how it was.
We all knew Uncle Jeff was former military (as he served with my father) and was still involved with a couple government agencies, but he never spoke
He managed a BBS service in the late 1980's and into 1990 that dealt mostly with discussion about science fiction novels and some related hard-core
science topics (he was a rabid Dr. Who and Prisoner fan). I didn't know that he also maintained a secret portion of the board for his four numbered
friends. They used it to exchange information since they were rarely in the same country, much less the same city.
When the Internet started, Uncle Jeff moved it all to a website, abovetopsecret.com, and I helped him with some of the work with Archie and Gopher
clients. I never knew about the secret service for his buddies until I stumbled onto a hidden subdomain of his site, deep.access.abovetopsecret.com.
This is when I first learned about his friends, the area of his BBS, and their jobs as spies (not initially from Uncle Jeff, my father told me some
stories, then Uncle Jeff eventually told me more, and more, and more).
A couple of years later, Uncle Jeff had a mild stroke. Nothing terrible, but strokes can scare a person. He said that he needed me to manage the site
for a while, and that I should do with it what I like. Well, since I fancied secret aircraft and aerospace programs, it seemed the perfect fit. The
only drawback was the need to keep that secret subdomain running, even though I didn't have any passwords or access capabilities. I really didn't
know any details about the number people, so didn't much care about it, and to tell you the truth, I started to not take Uncle Jeff seriously.
Many of you know the story form that point. ATS became a fairly popular conspiracy site, with a lot of the focus on the discussion board community
(especially soon after the attacks on 9/11 in the states). During this time, between what little Uncle Jeff told me, and some snooping around of my
own, I was able to learn a little more about the so-called spies. They had a flair for the dramatic, and each had a gold ring with their secret
password for their domain engraved inside. I thought it was silly, and proved they really were nothing more than a bit eccentric. But then Uncle Jeff
started getting worried about six months after 9/11. Something about Number-3 being out of touch, and Number-2 acting strange. While it seemed
interesting and all (especially since ATS had turned more conspiracy minded than my original intent for the site), I still didn't pay as much
attention as I should have. And, because Uncle Jeff was acting more and more strange, everyone in the family started dismissing his stories as just
more babble from a cranky old war veteran.
In late 2002, Uncle Jeff had another stroke, this time much more serious. Many of our long-time members will recall this is when I was hard to locate
and off the site for a couple months (I was even rumored to be dead). This was a busy time for my entire family, Uncle Jeff died. His death it hit my
family and close friends that knew him pretty hard. He was a crazy old pain in the arse, but a likable crazy old pain in the arse. However, I was the
only one that discovered he really wasn't crazy at all.
Before he died, he had a chance to correct my misconceptions about him and his friends. I forget how the conversation started when I visited him in
the hospital, but we started talking about them. At first I laughed when the topic up, but he said, "No, you don't understand, they are part of a
group that is very ancient, since before biblical times. More than just spies or agents. They are important, very important, and world events are
changing so fast, there's no more time."
Uncle Jeff had trouble talking, and it took a while to get the story out, but I learned there was a great deal of importance surrounding their
"secret words". They weren't just passwords to a section of a silly website. The words had deep historic significance, and were always engraved
inside a gold ring. (I know, you're thinking Lord of The Rings, what a joke, that's what I thought too, but this is different.) Not because a gold
ring has any power or crazy thing like that, but simply because of some ancient tradition these four followed. Each of the four only knew their own
word, and never shared it with the others. The reason is that when combined, the four words have a tremendous power of some type (this part I still
don't understand). All throughout history, the four words have never been combined, but that some day they would need to be. These four agents are
guardians of the rings, and the words they conceal. And they're involved in some great historic struggle against what I assumed to be Bilderbergs or
Illuminati (or both).
We buried Uncle Jeff in January of 2003. Two days later, while we were all still mourning his passing, I got a message through one of the means Uncle
Jeff indicated would confirm the authenticity of one of the four. The message was short; "Kill the domain -- erase all data immediately -- timing is
critical -- more later." Needless to say, three hours later, everything was deleted. After Uncle Jeff's story, I was throughly spooked to my
I was surprised to receive another message three weeks later through the same means, "Thanks for your help -- all is well -- keep the site." While
this seemed odd given the previous message, it also seem like whatever they were up to had finished. Maybe Uncle Jeff's stories were just ramblings
of a paranoid old man after all. Or, just one more final prank on Simon from the grave, it would be just like him.
After a few weeks of nothing, I eventually figured that it was all just old military veterans being a little too wound up with secret societies and
government agencies. We've seen plenty of that, haven't we? While all of this was going on, and causing some preoccupation in my life, ATS was
getting more and more popular every month. SO had to host the site's images on his web account, and we went over our bandwidth allowance almost every
month. Now that the "dust had settled" in one part of my life, it seemed time to take ATS to the next level. After some talks with SO, we moved ATS
to a new dedicated server, and the rest they say is history. A one-year climb from 300 posts-per-day to 2,000. The community grew, things were getting
interesting, and everyone forgot about Uncle Jeff and his numbered friends.
That is, until a few days ago... I received a letter from Uncle Jeff! I scanned it in, here it is...
That's his handwriting, his writing style, and even his stationary. Also, the back of the envelope had seven red dots, a personal inside joke of
significance, only he and I knew about.
From what I've been able to piece together over the past two weeks, the rings are hidden somewhere around the world in safe locations. It's hard to
believe, but these important solid gold rings, with some kind of secret words are hidden in public places where dozens, if not thousands of people
walk by every day, not knowing they're there. The only way I can find them is to rely on our community members to solve the clues, and if you live
close to one of the rings, find it and keep the word safe until all four rings are recovered. Apparently we'll know what to do by then.
Today, I received a safe deposit box key. I believe it is Uncle Jeff's. I'll get the content and share what appears to be important with all of you.
Sorry for the long-winded note. But it seems, as they say, this is just the beginning. As I get more, I'll add to it here.