“Back in the 1980s, Stan Meyer was working as an engineer at a plant that built microwave systems; the scientist had observed that at very low frequencies, water would go straight into hydrogen and oxygen. Based on this observation, his twin brother Steve helped him develop a circuitry where he could put an electrode in water and, at a certain voltage, create what is called Brown’s Gas, a magnetically-charged hydrogen and oxygen mix that essentially replaced gasoline with water. The Meyer boys retrofitted a dune buggy to run on water and word spread. Next thing they know, the CIA contacted Stan to discuss retrofitting a Lear jet using their invention.
“Stan was nervous, he insisted on meeting in a public place — a local Cracker Barrel restaurant — for lunch. Stan took one drink of his beverage, grabbed his throat and rasped, ‘I’ve been poisoned!’ He ran out to the parking lot, collapsed and died. Bottom line: If it’s a threat to the fossil fuel industry, it gets shut down.”
“And this is all being perpetrated by whom?”
“A secret government within the government… an international cabal composed of some of the wealthiest most powerful people on the planet. The name has changed over the years, from MJ-12 to Majestic-12, to SECOR and PI-40. These days we refer to the entity as MAJI, which stands for the Majority Intelligence Committee.”
“You said ‘we.’ You’re a part of this?”
“So is your fiancée, only they haven’t brought her into the inner circle yet.”
“Jessica is part of MAJI?”
“She’ll deny it, of course. But that satellite project you have her working on is strictly Unacknowledged Black Ops. It’s so compartmentalized that she probably has no clue what its real purpose is, and no, I’m not going to discuss it — for her sake. Understand something, Shariak — there are thousands of people who have been exposed to bits and pieces of the technologies I’ve just described, along with other projects that would blow your mind. Most of these men and women are decent, hardworking people like Jessica who, given a choice, would love to see these new energy systems shared among the masses. In fact, I’d guess upwards of eighty percent of MAJI secretly wants these unacknowledged projects to see the light of day. Unfortunately, as you move up the food chain into the bank and oil cartels, the military industrialists and religious fanatics — that’s where you find the sociopathic element that runs the cabal. Trust me, these guys you don’t fuck with.”
“Why did Clinton send me to you?”
“Clinton’s just a figurehead. There are bigger fish in this sea with a lot sharper teeth. As for me… I’m just the first in a series of currents meant to keep you swimming in the right direction. My job was to brief you on zero-point technology so you recognize it if and when you come across it.”
“Where do I go from here?”
“I’m going to give you the name of a civilian who has more information about ETs, UFOs, and the cabal than any man alive. Years ago when Clinton was still smoking cigars in the Oval Office, a meeting was arranged between this civilian and a member of MAJI who was fed up with the cabal black-shelving zero-point technologies just to keep the oil oligarchs happy. So the MAJI guy decided he was going to give this civilian a zero-point-energy device along with $50 million in seed money to mass produce them.”
“What happened?”
“He went missing right before the meet. Nine days later they fished his body out of Potomac River.”
“Geez. Who was he?”
“William Colby.”
“Wait… Bill Colby? The former CIA Director?”
“As I said, these guys you don’t fuck with. Colby’s death was a warning to Clinton. Obama received his warning shortly after this same civilian prepared a briefing for his administration.”
“What kind of warning?”
“It happened on December 9, 2009. The president was in Norway with his family to receive the Nobel Prize. While he was there, MAJI launched a scalar missile over Oslo. Scalar waves are very different from electromagnetic waves; they can travel over immense distances at super-luminal, faster-than-light speed with no loss of energy. The scalar left an eerie blue spiral in the night sky. Look it up on YouTube; the effect was witnessed by thousands of people who had no idea what it was or how easily it could have taken out Air Force One. Obama knew; he was put on notice that he may be president, but the cabal still calls the shots. After that, he decided to leave the UFO-ET subject alone.”
“No wonder Clinton was scared. But if presidents and former CIA Directors can’t bring this technology into the public domain, how am I supposed to do it?”
“Hell if I know. My guess is that someone within the inner circle thinks they can sneak you below the radar long enough to put you in position to succeed. Regardless, you’re going to need the help of the civilian I told you about. He’s quite brilliant and super-skeptical; you’ll have to win him over to get him to trust you.”
“How do I do that?”
“By opening your mind to the possibilities that there is far more to existence than what you were taught in school… that the truth has been hidden and the knowledge stolen — concealed between conspiracy theory and conspiracy fact, and your ability to distinguish between the two just may save your life.”
“I understand.”
Dr. Manley shook his head. “You haven’t a clue. Once you enter the rabbit’s hole, you’ll be considered a threat to the status quo. Zero-point-energy will not just replace fossil fuels, Shariak, it is the game-changer that will eliminate hunger and poverty, pollution and climate change, disease and war… it will skyrocket the global economy and place every nation on an even playing field. Free, clean energy unlocks the door to humanity’s evolution as a species and we’ve possessed the key for 70 years, only the gatekeepers refused to allow us to use it in order to protect the oil oligarchs and the military industrial complex. It is the new physics that allows us to explore the galaxy and beyond.”
“Wait… are you saying we have the means to travel faster than the speed of light?”
“Yes. Only we didn’t invent it. We reverse-engineered it.”
“Reverse-engineered it? From where?”
“Not from where… from who—”
“—extraterrestrials.”
8
Adam was seated at the small work desk in his hotel room, finishing the last piece of sushi from the to-go order that had been waiting for him at the cash register. His thoughts were focused on the recent events that had accompanied his appointment as Under Secretary.
A clandestine meeting with a former president… notes written with invisible ink… a secret rendezvous in the back of a Japanese restaurant… and now they have me chasing extraterrestrials?
Has the world gone insane?
He belched, clearing enough room for a few palate-cleansing strips of ginger. There were only empty containers remaining on the coffee table. Somehow Dr. Manley had known exactly which rolls were his favorite.