“So, the CIA and NSA were both created in response to these UFO events?”
“Correct, though the first secret task force to investigate the ET phenomenon was organized under the name Project Sign and evolved into Project Grudge a year later. A low level disinformation project named Blue Book was created to fool the public. Meanwhile, ‘Blue Teams’ were trained to recover the downed ETVs, later evolving into Alpha Teams under Project Pounce.
“Both the CIA and NSA were given complete autonomy through a series of National Security Council Memos and Executive Orders which legalized their covert activities and kept Truman and his advisors out of the loop, allowing them to maintain plausible deniability in the event any information leaked to the public. This buffer effectively gave the intelligence community the legal right to keep future presidents in the dark regarding UFOs.”
“What happened to the Grey?”
“The EBEN died in June of 1952. Spielberg’s movie, E.T. was loosely based on these events.”
Barbara Jean refilled her glass with burgundy. “Imagine you’re President Truman. On your watch, the military’s secret weapon has shot down thirteen UFOs, and the lone ET you’ve held captive for the last three years just croaked. Harry S. knows he’s dealing with civilizations whose technology is light years ahead of ours, so you can imagine he’d be freaking out a bit, worried about an alien invasion.
“Truman contacted our allies to warn them about what happened. He also reached out to the Soviet Union. Turns out their top-secret weapon bases were also being buzzed by ETVs. They decided maintaining secrecy was more important than sharing the information with their respective governing bodies and risking a leak. A new world order was necessary, one that operated without oversight, allowing it to move quickly in the event of an ET invasion. This secret government became known as the Bilderberg Group, named after the hotel in Switzerland where they first met. They continue to meet there every year and it is this group, not the United Nations nor the G-8 that sets global policy.
“Dwight D. Eisenhower took office in 1953. During the president’s first year as Commander-in-Chief, nine more UFOs were downed in the United States; four in Arizona, two in Texas, and one each in Louisiana, Montana, and New Mexico. There were also thousands of reported sightings. Knowing he had to be proactive without involving Congress, Eisenhower enlisted the help of his friend, Nelson Rockefeller, a fellow member of the Council on Foreign Relations. With the CIA busy placing the Shah of Iran in power and the NSA eavesdropping on Castro, Rockefeller decided a new agency was needed that would be solely dedicated to UFO encounters while overseeing the incredible technologies that were being acquired through reverse-engineering of all their downed space craft.
“Majestic-12 was launched a year later as an independent agency operating on a black budget. Its first members were said to have included Rockefeller; Secretary of Defense, Charles E. Wilson; CIA Director, Allen Dulles; Secretary of State, John Foster-Dulles; Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, Admiral Arthur Radford; and FBI Director, J. Edgar Hoover. There were also six men selected from the Council on Foreign Relations and six from the JASON Society, a scientific group formed during the Manhattan Project. Policies could only be mandated by a majority vote of twelve, thus the name.”
“Barbara, our government is known for leaks. How has MJ-12 been able to maintain its hold on secrecy for so long?”
“Internal compartmentalization is the key. As a scientist, if you are working for a USAP — an Unacknowledged Special Access Project — your task is so job-specific that you can’t see the rest of the puzzle, or even the piece you’re working on. As a USAP director who has a need to know, I’ve found myself on several different occasions being escorted into a secret underground facility for a coming-to-Jesus talk. The good news, you’re told, is that you are going to be paid very well for the rest of your life. The bad news is that if you speak outside the circle of trust, it won’t be a very long life. Every member of Council has a bullet with their name on it just waiting to be popped into the chamber. Keep in mind that rank has no bearing when it comes to black ops. If you are involved in a USAP and your C.O. calls you into his office and asks you about it, your response is simple — as far as you know, no such project exists. Say anything else and you might end up like James Forrestal.”
“What happened to him?”
“As I mentioned, Forrestal was appointed by Truman to be the country’s first Secretary of Defense. As such, he was engaged in the UFO agenda from Day One. Being a very idealistic and religious man, he believed that the public should be told about the situation. When it looked like Dewey would win the presidential election, Forrestal began pushing to talk to leaders of the opposition party and Congress. After Truman pulled out the upset and was reelected, Forrestal was asked to resign.
“Leaving office didn’t render Forrestal any less of a potential threat; it just placed him lower on the media radar. It wasn’t long, however, before the former Defense Secretary began acting paranoid, telling friends and family that he was being watched. There were reports of a mental breakdown and suicide attempts, which led to his forced admittance to the Bethesda Naval Hospital where he was kept under 24-hour watch in a private room on the 16th floor, his family denied visitation rights.
“Over the next several months there were indications he was improving and that his brother, Henry, was demanding his release. On May 22, 1949, around 2 a.m., James Forrestal’s corpse was found on the third floor roof of Bethesda Hospital. Authorities claim the guard had left his post and the former Secretary of Defense had used the opportunity to escape to a kitchen across the hall where he tied one end of his bathrobe sash around his neck, the other end to a radiator by the window. Pushing out the screen, he attempted to climb out along the edge and hang himself, only the knot slipped and he fell thirteen stories to his death.”
“What can you tell me about these zero-point-energy devices? Have you ever seen one?”
“Anything of importance is kept in one of these vast subterranean complexes built by Bechtel. Now it’s time for you to go; I’m tipsy and I’ve said way too much.”
It was dusk by the time Barbara Marulli awoke from her catnap. Adam was gone, her future son-in-law having left a few hours earlier.
Collecting the empty burgundy bottle and cork, she trudged up the spiral stairwell to the first floor. She tossed the bottle in the recycling bin and turned on her iPhone, dialing the memorized number.
The phone rang, a male voice picking up on the third ring. “Speak.”
“It’s me. It went as well as can be expected.”
11
When Jessica Marulli had been told that a private jet would be waiting for her at Martin State Airport to fly her to her on-site assignment at Edwards Air Force Base, she had expected the usual G-500 Gulfstream. To her surprise, the chauffeur parked the limo beneath the starboard wing of a Boeing 767-33A/ER jumbo jet.