Light ~ a true story ~ A journal by Robert W. Nelmes (Bob) Creative Milk Productions rwnelmes.ca Arrow Star Light, Star Bright. Stepping stone to light so bright. I wish I may, I wish I might. Colonize that light tonight. Introduction Eleven years since 9/11, the day the world changed. I remember sitting down to write 'The day the world changed.', the emotions, the feelings. I remember the fall of 2003 when I took Madmoose.ca off the net, the events that occurred over that christmas, the spring of 2004, how I got to Troll Ski Resort, the chaos after, then finally getting to Smithers and skiing, rekindling my 1st love. Then building rwnelmes.ca, exploring the country side over the summer, learning how to build a cabin, discovering new interests, a love for my backyard. All the events that have occurred to me have been connected to 9/11. It has become a very important day. I still believe in what I wrote, it still applies today. Not only due to irrational religious fundamentalism, but also organized crime and its connection to terrorism, drugs and cyber crime. So much good is occurring in science today, in the world, genetics, energy research pieces are coming together, but we as a world are not really talking and understanding one another the way we should be. The cities have become fenced communities, our beliefs have become fenced commiunities, the internet has become a fenced community, when I first began using the internet, there were no fences, it was open to everyone, that is no longer the case. It is a piece that must be fixed so we can all understand one another. It is Simple! Prologue The fall of 2003, it was a time of chaos when all seemed lost. I had taken Madmoose.ca down in November and was monitoring various message boards, new age, Christian, Islamic, intelligence, etc. I knew from my statistics on Madmoose.ca that people from the Pentagon,the PMO's office and very possibly CSIS had been monitoring my site. I was concerned about another Al Qaeda strike, feelings of impending doom. I was probably still being watched. I began monitoring various message boards... new age, Christian, Islamic, intelligence, etc. One board in particular struck my interest, CNCV2... I had concluded that there was 'real' communication going on there between members of the intelligence community and Al Qaeda. On boxing day 2003 I was cooking a turkey dinner for the single guys still around at the dropzone. Everyone else had gone to Eloy for christmas. I couldn't afford it. I walked over to manifest for something and while walking back I saw a cloud formation in the Strait of Juan de Fuca that looked liked a nuclear explosion, a mushroom cloud. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It looked so real. After a while I went back to dinner. I continued to monitor message boards in my spare time. CNCV2 in particular. Patterns of conversation began to appear. Questions regarding a poster calling himself EOM. Phoney postings were obvious, but the odd one rang true. Messages in a sort of riddle form were used that appeared to have some significance. Others on the site were discussing possibilities and making suggestions so I thought I would put my mind to it also and make some suggestions. So I did, with usernames of 'Shamash' and 'I know'. Discovery of the website Twexus where people could place messages to do with pictures and finding hidden messages associated with particular pictures set red flags up in my mind, was it communication for someone? I typed in 'Robert' one day and found a number of messages that could be relating to me. One being a white car, and other personal references. Were they talking about me? I typed in another name of someone else at the dropzone, someone who had been in the Canadain forces. When I typed in Fred there were messages also, pertinent to him. One message said, 'Biker friend'. I knew they were talking about Fred Ruckhiem, he was a 'facilitator'. The site was constructed so that everyone would end up on it, but there was information relating to myself that could not have been on there unless I was personally being monitored, beyond coincidence. One posting on CNCV2 was a number. I checked on google and found a reference to a part for an air conditioning system that could be used by terrorists. It caught my attention so I posted my conclusion on CNCV2... that is when things really began to go crazy. Another posting had to do with EOM's references to 'Cave of Darkness'. I did a lot of research and posted some conclusions that had to do with the Tale of Gilgamesh, the 7th tablet. As a metaphor I posted that the United States was Gilgamesh and Canada was Enkido and addressed it to EOM... shit hit the fan. EOM never answered posters directly, but he did answer me. I knew at that point that I had stumbled onto something serious, but also knew that no one would believe me. Other posters were asking who I was so I posted some information without giving details and some cryptic information regarding being in a family tree. After that some posters talked about driving to San Francisco, where there is a book about the family tree. My father came on the site one day, I could tell. I didn't respond as his son though. Why couldn't he stay out of it? After that they came back with a query saying, 'Father and Son'. I got worried. One night during this period I heard or thought someone say, 'go to your fathers house'. I was scared. I went and asked him if I could stay over night and used his computer to type up some conlcusions on things I had found and experienced and was going to use some as responses to EOM. I typed them up that night. In the morning when I checked there was only one line left, references to a Vancouver police sargent that could be related through my mothers line. I was obviously being watched and monitored, but why? Why wouldn't they talk to me? If I was wrong why wouldn't they just tell me? If I was right why wouldn't they try to find out how? No answers gave me a feeling of fear unlike anything I can explain. A feeling of being totally alone with knowledge that was very important for those in charge to know. I went to the RCMP but they just treated me like some nut, telling me they knew nothing about what I was talking about when the officers eyes and body language told me he was lying to me. He asked me if I had a crystal ball, I said no, logic. They just told me to stop what I was doing, but I wasn't doing anything. Couldn't they understand that I was in danger? The fact that files were taken off a computer at the Victoria residence when I went there in fear confirmed their monitoring of me. The feeling of being forsaken is very had to explain. So I felt it was necessary to take matters into my own hands in order to get the truth known. I had feelings that my life was in danger, that there were people looking for me, and not with good intentions. I knew they knew where I was, I knew they wanted to kill me. I went back to the dropzone where I lived at the time and turned on all the lights, built a large fire. I wanted to ensure I saw anyone trying to approach the dropzone. I was scared. There was a concious effort by posters on CNCV to lure individuals to specific websites, using info as carrots. That is how I found It's happening. Things really began to get strange and curious when I began monitoring that site. I had found photos and references on the internet, Twexus in particular, relating to terrorist acitivity, a terrorist drawing in sand relating to air conditioning piping, timer on a bomb underwater, a crystal ball under the heading Ottawa with an aluminum suitcase. I kept the information in my back pocket so if I was killed someone would at least find it afterwords. I was in deathly fear of my life that night. I became bait. I went about my daily life trying to keep a semblince of normality while believing a nuclear bomb was going to go off in the Strait of Juan de Fuca. After following things I found on the net, I tried flying an F16 on MS Flight sim in the direction I had found on some jepson charts, Numbers I had found on the net coinceded with compass headings. I ended up near Orca Island where there were antennas. They could be used to remotely explode a device. Since I found the picture of a bomb underwater with a time, I began looking for possible locations in that vicinity. One location that seemed highly likely was the Canadian frigate HMS McKenzie sunk as an artificial reef near Gooch island. The resulting explosion would take out Vancouver, Victoria and Seattle. Microsoft, Whidby Island, Submarine base and other facilites included. I knew authorities in some very high places were monitoring me, I was not aware of hackers. I made an assumption that the proper authorities would check out the information and stop whatever was happening, I trusted them to do so, since my going to authorities would be considered the act of a nut.