..I don't really know where to start...or if I am in the right place online for this, forgive me if it's not the right place for this discussion, I
didn't even know who Detlev Bronk or MJ-12 were until 11 days ago.
I have always steered clear of conspiracies, instead believing that there is only a willing state of unawareness, and was agnostic in all my beliefs,
scientific and otherwise.
My name is Isaac, George Isaac
I'll start with an event that just happened to me, then some of my life.
I have been waiting to die for the past year, with no medical treatment.
I have have had a massive harmatoma, and lung cancer, also emphysema, over the past few weeks, my internal organs have started to fail.
I have no living family that I know of, so I have been waiting to die alone, in pain, in my house in Asheville , North Carolina.
One night, 11 days ago, there were loud rapid bursts of wind around my house all night, I couldn't sleep for 2 nights, or eat, and there were loud
noises, and the hair on the back of my neck was standing up.
My heart felt like somebody was massaging it, gently, but I thought maybe I was going to die.
I didn't...and my lungs are clean and clear now.... ...
An odd event, but spontaneous remissions are not unheard of....
I was born circa late July/1972, in Washington DC
My mother ( Austrian Jewish )had told me my biological father had left her when she was pregnant with me. That he wanted some of my hair for " black
magic " and that he worked with a group who hurt children, so I never asked again.
Over the years, I always wondered, but never pried, it was a sensitive issue with my mother, it would bring her to tears even in mention.
She sent me to live around the country with various " godfathers ", one lived in the Florida Keys, ~ " Indian Ron " from Sri Lanka, one lived in
Washington state in a cabin in the high mountains, ~ George.
I had a tumultuous upbringing, especially later in my teenage years, been through many schools, religous, military, correctional, I ended up dropping
out of school, have been in drug treatment centers ( Where I got my GED ), been on medications, tied to beds and injected with things, etc. You know
But I am also a polymath with eidetic memory, and a forgiving individual, so don't let that set you off about me.
Later I went back to key West to work for Birkenstock at " Footprints ", I have always worn Birks, and it was an opportunity to learn how to sell
and fix them, also do orthopedic modifications. I have walked *emphasized text*everywhere*emphasized text* in sandles my entire life, because I like
sandles, ...and I like walking.
She fell in love with a Lebanese man ( Nabeel David ( Dāwūd )) in Florida, a Druze, and we all moved back to DC when I was about 11.
They opened a restaurant near Dupont Circle, called ~ The Iron Gate Inn.
It was a building that had housed a horse carriage service in Washington in the 1800's.
Voted the romantic restaurant in Washington for years and years.
With a garden arranged for people to sit and to eat in, and a giant serpentine grapevine that spiraled around a pole, up into the overhead trellis,
with wisteria , stretching over an overhanging trellis, shading the tables, birds flitting about in the rays of sunshine poking through the leaves.
I even climbed up on a chair, and strung white lights in the wisteria and grapevine foliage to look like stars at night for the lovers who came to
We hung stone lion fountains on the walls, because I am a leo, and we planted all manor of herbs, and ferns, some fig trees, many plants I was raising
on a farm in Pa, I brought to her as well, in love.
We made it very nice, like a real garden of Eden should be,..except it was a garden of eatin'.
I was home for a visit in my late 20's , and happened to find a letter in the basement, somebody had sent to my mother in Key West in 1978, but she
had never opened it.
I am nosy sometimes...so I opened it.
It was a letter from my " biological father "...who was going on and on about how sorry for what he had done ( no mention of what it was ) and how
much he wanted to be a part of my life, and my mother's life.
The letter was old, faded, handwritten in pencil, and signed only with initials, that were in cursive, and I can only guess JKH, or JFH, maybe
She had never told me his name, except to say " Jack " which has many possible meanings.
I thought this was odd, because she had told me she hadn't had contact with him since she was pregnant with me.
But she knew the letter was from him, and she got it when I was 6.
I became very angry inside, but I never said anything to my mother about it, I just decided inside that since she excluded my father from my life, and
he had really, really wanted to be part of my life,..that I in turn would exclude her from my life, so she would understand how I felt inside for all
I stopped talking to her completely for 5 years.
I tried one day, to call her, when I decided that she had only done what she thought was best for me, and I had forgiven her in my heart.
She had passed from brain cancer in hospice care,. I was told by her ex boyfriend , Nabeel David.
I cannot tell you how much that hurt.
He told me he was sorry, and that he had some things my mother wanted me to have, some money, and a letter she wrote to me on her deathbed, as well as
a video she made.
He planned with me by phone,...in advance, my trip to Washington from Asheville,......so I made my trip to Washington a few weeks later.....and he was
not in town.....he had left on vacation....and ditched me........after making plans for 3 weeks to meet me......I shook it off......I went back to
Asheville.....called him and threatened him with a lawsuit on his answering machine....he called back in 5 minutes....very nervous.....said it was a
misunderstanding......so I went again, 5 weeks later ....to Washington.....where he would only meet with me in a dirty little rundown hotel out of
Odd....I wanted to go to the garden where he had told me my mother's ashes were scattered in...
At the restaurant..and the garden that I had built with my mother...
But he nervously gave me some trinkets,...a gold Rolex watch, Chronos, and some money, the thing I despise most. I promptly squandered the money, but
kept my mothers silk oriental pouches.
He was very nervous, but I am a forgiving individual, I wanted to thank him for taking care of my sick mother while I was being a wanderer.
I asked him for the video he had told me of, and the letter she had written....he said it was a misunderstanding....we had lunch, he gave me a warm
hug, and I was on my way back to Asheville.
But something he didn't know,...was that I have Eidetic memory, and can also remember having a very awkward conversation with my mother when I was in
my late 20's, where she was explaining her last will and testament to me, and her insurance policy...
And also I remember lies...and I can see right through people....but I try not to say anything spiteful
And I know that he cashed in on my moms insurance policy, and also watched the video she made for me, and read the letter she wrote to me.
I forgave him still,.....I tried to call,......to write.......to no avail.......but I did finally forgive him in my heart .
When I realized that my mother taught me a powerful lesson about letting go of material goods, and that money really means nothing.
Possibly one of the best gifts a mother could give to her son.
A profound enlightenment, ...a realization of some semblance of self-worth
And I heard the birds singing in my heart again.
But The Iron Gate is closed,..the garden is....off limits..
In the course of rectifying my fear of dying, i was doing some deep soul searching, as most do.
I never went to church before voluntarily:
My view of the church was that it was...good intentioned...but misguided from within, the architecture was beautiful, the art was incredible, inspired
from deep down in many impassioned souls, working diligently to try and hide some mystic revelation awaiting just beyond reach, but only for those
holy enough to have the humility that comes with suffering in life and rectification of that pain by forgiving one's self.
Surely this is beyond reach of a wretched cast-off of society such as I ?
I have only been walking around for almost 40 years, as a drifter, an animal lover with a passion for the simple things.
Growing up, I saw Lutheran, Episcopalian, Catholic, maybe some others, from time to time when I have been walking somewhere, I'll peek in the window
on a Sunday,...but the people look so ..unhappy, ...they have worried looks,...they are covered in poisons,...filled with false hopes based on
illogical beliefs, reciprocally reinforced by the ignorant and unwilling.
The church itself was supposed to signify the House of god, right ?
And the Christ was the heart of the church, no ?
But the heart of the Christ was wrapped with the thorny crown to show you the subtle truth that the cancer that's choking the true house of god,
which evil men have perpetuated, has been in your churches for ages.
The only way to god is through the church, right ?
Or no ?
I always found myself to feel closest to god in the woods, or staring into the eyes of wild birds that come to my window.
And my heart was wrapped with the very painful crown of cancer from my own thorny crown, worn sublimely for almost 40 years.
I always felt the, ... illusion of separation between our souls and god are only because of the walls we all put up from time to time, just like they
would be if you happened to meet me in person.
I felt that's why so many have been standing in the house of god for thousands of years, but not with god, or of god.
Just my own personal beliefs.....like I said, I have never been to a church under my own volition.
.....anyway, during my 3 days, when I couldn't eat or sleep, I was guided by a voice in my mind, so a large tupperware bin full of photos my mother
It was from a garbage bag of all the photos and photo albums my mother had collected over the years, going back to the 1800's. She had traced her
side of the family all the way back to exiled Dutch royalty in 14 or 1500's I think.
My mothers ex had put it out for the trash pick-up when he sold all her stuff after she died, he sold what he could, kept what he wanted, and put the
rest in the garbage, my mother had also given many things away, she loved to give little gifts to people.
A friend of my mothers had rescued it and kept it for me, in the hopes I would reappear one day, i got in touch when I first traveled to DC to meet
I tried several times to leave it behind, when I moved from state to state, but for some reason, it always ended up back in my hands.
It was full of people I know nothing about, and also many painful memories, and little trinkets from my childhood, some of my artwork ( I was also an
But during that first night, I was guided to reach into this bin of trash I have been hauling around and grab several things.
~ A framed photo of my uncle Wulf, who my mother has many photos of, but I only knew his middle name, she had only told me he was a very smart man,
that he had passed away when I was a young child.
~ Some group photos of her, from when she worked in a virology lab at John Hopkins University
~ An embroidered crown my mother had been working on while she was in her last few weeks of death, a simple blue-bordered design, and a jeweled crown
~ her notebook she had kept in her last months, with the writing inside about pleiadians, and ascended masters of light, something I attributed to a
loss or aberration in brain function, and I have never really believed or been interested in UFO's or ET's.
I didn't know why I was grabbing the items, and something kept telling me to look, and search for something in the clutter, so I did.
I came back to my desk
I was on, ironically, a website called " Godlike productions " at the time.
I have been researching heliophysics, plasmaspheric irregularities and magneto-ionic flux tubes in sporadic-E pockets in relation to anomalous sound
generation/propagation of atmospheric noises, as well as low temperature dusty plasmas in the upper atmosphere, and was having a conversation with
somebody about the " noises " in the sky.
Somebody typed a response to me that had the phrase " MJ-12 ", I have always had an interest in numbers, and follow my intuitions, so I looked it
I found that Detlev Wulf Bronk was my uncle, but I had never known.
I also never heard of MJ-12 before
I looked up his photos online to make sure it's the same person in my photos, and also realized, not only do I look like him, I also have his big
*grin* and his love of science, even though I'm " uneducated " though anything except autodidactism.
So then, for some funny reason, I looked his programs up some more.
Of course I love all the fields under " Biophysics " as well as many other things.
But then, I was compelled to ask somebody what the phrase " Shalom et Benedictus " means, because it's a treatment center in the Shanendoah valley
that I was in when i was a teen.
It's also called the Historic Jordan Springs Event & Cultural Centre
The only " treatment center " I was ever in that had no locks on the doors, it was truly a turning point in my life as a youth.
But this is what I found:
All my life,...at random locations where I happened to be living, for years and years, I had roommates that would swear they " saw a UFO fly over the
house last night " ...and I always assumed them to be prototypes drones, or some suburban surveillance program, or something like that, I didn't
really think there are real UFO's..
And over the past few years,..I had seen some of these very low-flying dark objects, fly over my house at night, completely silent, ...in
Asheville,...I assumed again it was a surveillance drone,...maybe from the Blackwater/Halliburton facility..
I didn't think anything of it...I was living under what seemed to be a military flight corridor in West Asheville...there was always so much military
air traffic over my house....
A few weeks before my healing, I was researching magneto-ionic flux tubes in relation to the " Noises in the sky ", you may have read my thread
hypothesizing resonating dusty plasmas in sporadic E clouds on the " Other site "....and in the VLF listener's handbook....it talks about
magneto-ionic flux tubes being hypothesized as the " cause of or related to " of crop circles.
Here's the book
During those 3 days, when I couldn't sleep, there were many loud rapid bursts of air around my house, strange creaks and bumps outside my house, of
course the hair on the back of my neck was standing up.
The healing of my heart, it felt like somebody had my heart in their hands, and they were rubbing it, massaging it gently, ...I thought I was going to
And there were many other things that happened, some I told you ,..
And I know why the military vehicles were always flying near my houses, and why they were flying around my neighborhood those two nights.
The Sun was so bright those two mornings, it almost blinded me.
So,....I have tried to convey the basics of my past 11 days with some semblance of coherence, as much as I can for someone who has only found things
out about his life in that short span of time.
I could just be another random intent fruitcake sitting behind a keyboard having delusions.... ...
But one thing I know is this:
I have been trying to share my life i 100% honesty with people online for the past 11 days and they are telling me I am crazy, and that I am lying.
But I know these things happened, and I'm pretty certain I exist.
I haven't told you the interesting thing about me yet...
Your thoughts on this matter ?
*bag over head*