posted on Feb, 1 2015 @ 08:28 PM
It has taken me years of internal debate to decide whether or not to put these thoughts into writing for anyone, let alone a bunch of strangers
online. Yet recently I have decided that I am just sick and tired of living with the speculation in my mind.
What follows is a series of facts, mixed with my ideas on connecting the dots, so to speak. I have never laid out any of these things for anyone, not
my closest friends, girlfriends, fiancée, or even my family.
I am going to share a bunch of things that I think may be relevant, however I cannot guarantee that they are. They will be in chronological order.
In a nutshell…I have led a good life, albeit an unusual one, and have apparently had good fortune smile down up me, as well as a bunch of very
strange things happen. I come to my beloved ATS family asking if anyone can give me any input on some of the events and turns of good fortune that do
not seem like coincidence to me.
Facts and speculation:
I was raised in a two-parent household. Both of my parents were psychologists. My mother had been in the music industry before I was born, then ended
up taking an early retirement from the psych field to return to music much later in life. My father is now retired but was very high up in the
medical/psych aspects of government of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.
A gentleman who was my father’s supervisor when I was young is a man whose name appears in many places in discussions speculating about MKULTRA,
post-Montauk experiments, and similar mind control theories. I do not feel comfortable sharing his name as it may immediately point fingers. Let’s
call him Dr. Smith. He left the state (MA) mental health system in the mid- to late-1980s to do research on his own. His name appears all over both
the mainstream and “underground” media when I search for it online.
My brother and I used to visit my father at work when he was working under Dr. Smith. While there, we sometimes played “games” that Dr. Smith
arranged. I barely remember, but I recall that one of them was sitting down at a computer and hitting certain keys when certain images appeared. We
were told they were just games, but I am fairly certain my father said that it was to see how smart my brother and I were. This was 30+ years ago, so
we are talking very primitive graphics and line drawings, not complex animated video games and whatnot.
I attended public schools my whole life. In Kindergarten, myself and another student were the only ones who could read, and we would be placed apart
from the rest of the class to read simple books and write mini book reports while our classmates were still learning how to spell three-letter words.
My parents told me I was very smart and special.
In at least third grade—I am not sure why I don’t remember this from before or after that—I was in “the gifted program” where myself and a
few students from other grades would be pulled out of classes a few times a week to do things apart from others. As I recall, we talked in groups and
did some sort of group projects. There were smart first-graders mixed in with fifth-graders, and all sorts of combinations of ages and abilities
working together. I don’t remember much else.
In high school, somehow my father (who had a lot of political influence at all levels) got me out of having to take some elective courses, so I was
able to take Advance Placement classes that were normally only available to people in grades ahead of mine. Things such as human anatomy, AP Spanish,
and marine biology.
Much to my parents’ chagrin, I always wanted to be in the military, so I took the ASVAB when I was sixteen and started begging my parents to sign
for me to join the Army National Guard when I turned seventeen. I wanted to be in an Infantry unit, however my parents refused to sign if I was going
to a combat arms MOS. I had to choose an MOS I did not want, and my parents signed.
The first extremely strange and unexplainable event of my life took place when I was going through initial MEPS processing. This is just to be let in
the door so I could start attending drills during my senior year in high school, this was not the MEPS before Basic. We received vouchers for free
lunch during our lunch break. I was handed my voucher, and then followed the group of people I was with (about five of us came from the same
recruiting station together) onto an elevator to go back down to street level from the floor we were on. This was in the federal building in downtown
Springfield, MA. The last memory I have is one of the MEPS employees telling us which sandwich shop across the street would be the fastest service,
then stepping onto the elevator. The next thing I recall is sitting in a chair back in the MEPS waiting area, waiting to be called to the next
station. I have no idea what happened to me, I have about a one hour block of missing time, I have never tried to figure it out, and am almost afraid
to. I do not know what happened during any of that time and was frankly too scared to ever mention it to anyone else who was there that day. Honestly,
I am almost afraid to do a hypnosis regression session or some such attempt to find out.
To clarify, on my initial enlistment trip to MEPS, I am missing time for the duration of my lunch break. I have absolutely no idea what happened
during that time, not the slightest clue.
My time in the military was like living a charmed life, and things always went my way. I do not want to get into detail. I am not hiding any secrets,
it’s just these things are private to me. I served in the Army National Guard and active duty Army, for many years, with one break in service. I
networked every chance I got and met a lot of great people. I had some enviable assignments and learned a ton of interesting things. I traveled the
world and learned an odd variety of languages and obscure facts due to mission requirements of a unit that I served with. I look back on that and
smile because the learning itself was awesome and priceless, and the people I met were very motivated and professional, some of whom I still have
reunions with to this day.
For what it’s worth, I started in the Army National Guard as an MP, then left the Guard for active duty as an Infantryman, then back to the Guard as
an MP later.
The entire military experience I had seems like it was too good to be true compared to what many people go through. Granted, it had its moments of
severe negativity, but was generally a great time.
Events that I witnessed while serving in the Army led me to start searching for things to read online, and brought me to ATS and similar sites. This
seems to be the most serious forum there is, so I joined! I have no time for reading silly hoaxes or sites that lack moderators and clear direction.
I ended up in law enforcement as a career. I was hired by a small town PD, full-time, with no prior experience except for the Army. The funny thing is
that my college degrees are in unrelated fields.
I spent about seven wonderful years on the town PD before I decided to head for greener pastures. I applied to many places in the area (MA/NH). I was
on the waiting list for my dream department, the place I grew up, a nice touristy beach town. The entire hiring process was done and I was waiting for
the phone call to tell me when to report for work.