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By Mike Essa
Life seemed so simple growing up in Burlington, NJ around the old block. Besides the frequent fist fights, drug deals, racial tensions, and domestic violence things seemed pretty simplistic going to school at Burlington High. At the age of 18 my whole world was girlfriends, sports, and crazy weekends. I was of one the lucky few fortunate enough to get a nice a whip (car) my senior year and took full advantage of its social perks. Education was not at the forefronts of my priorities but I managed to pay attention enough to graduate with a 3.2 GPA that I was pleased with since I never really spent much time studying. I reached the point where I never brought any books home and did my homework assignments in the class prior to the one that it was due in. I slid through school with much ease and managed to be one the more popular jocks across a wide variety of social genres. The African American brothers ran this school and if you didn’t know how to walk the thin line between ego and humiliation you could wind up getting beat down quick fast. My senior year went by so fast that I almost didn’t have time to taste the cake before the party was over. I managed full rides (scholarships) to Penn State, North Carolina, and Tennessee. The only problem was that their was specific colleges that were in interested in my Wrestling abilities, others were interested in my Baseball talents, while the first three I just mentioned were on to my Football strengths. I was honestly better at Baseball but Football for me was so much more exciting and gratifying for the ego. Wrestling was just too much blood and sweat for me to seriously pursue at the college level. When I graduated I was one of the top blue chip wide receivers on the east coast.
I stood at 6 foot 1 inches and weighed in at 196 lbs. The real reason I had so many offers was because of my 4.3 forty yard dash and my ability to lay out corner backs and strong safeties. I spent all summer bulking up at Gold’s Gym during the morning and hanging out at pool parties into the wee hours of the night. Creatine was a big hit around that time and also we used to juice up on any supplement that had ingredients like guarana and ginseng. I was never big on protein drinks but Gold’s starting selling these raspberry shakes that were out of this world. A lot of regulars at the Gym told me that if I got on some D-ball for a few months it would give me a nice little edge on the gridiron. I never really considered using them, but a lot of people told me at the next level it was a common place amongst college football players.. The problem for me was the idea of sticking myself with a needle everyday. It just didn’t seem appealing to me so I opted against going the illegal route and stuck with my balls out natural routine. I was packing on muscle and around that time I came across an old guy one day that gave me some astounding advice about building functional muscle strength. He showed me a system of workouts that went from pyramidal to a more natural resistance form of isometrics. I remembered as a kid seeing those old pictures of Charles Atlas and thought maybe there is something to the isometrics phenomenon. With in weeks I had made big gains that made people think that I was on the juice. I jumped up to 210 and hit the treadmill hard to keep my 4.3 40 time in tact. Things were going kosher as I had all paper work turned in and filled out for orientation before my first semester at Penn State.
One Saturday night I was hanging out with some friends in the parking lot of a local mall and a security guard gave us some hassle and threatened one of my good friends Mark and things got a little testy. Mark said a few things about him being a wanna be cop and that was all it took to provoke a full scale fist fight. The guard and Mark exchanged a few blows and before we knew it another guard pulled up and got involved in the situation. The other guard blind sided Mark and it was enough for me to enter the scuffle. With in minutes the real police showed up and broke up the big event. No one was hurt but the sight of beer bottles next to our cars was enough for the police to do a full blown search of our vehicle and came up with our green stash. We really didn’t smoke a lot of weed but once in a while we liked to smoke a few joints and pass out in the wee hours of the night watching a few flicks. We would wake up and find empty boxes of cookies, chips bags, cakes, and juicy juice containers sprawled out across my bedroom floor. It was a therapeutic outlet for us and we always thought of it as innocent fun. Since we had over an ounce of marijuana in the car the penalty for possession was increased. They got us on underage drinking, possession, intention to distribute, and assault on the security officers.
It’s not how I expected to finish off my summer before attending Penn State, but this turn of events would change my live in the most drastic of ways. This altercation would cause me to lose my scholarship, but I was given the chance to walk on the following year if I could clear up my legal problems. The surprise was that the Judge had no leniency in my case and charged me to the T on all of the charges. I was sentenced two to three years at Trenton State Prison. My family and friends were in shock, but this was the outcome of my lack of good judgment. The worst part was that Mark had most of his charges dropped and only had to do probation and pay a small fine. The real shock came when they threw on the handcuffs and escorted me to a small cage with other inmates waiting for their court hearings. The reality of what had just transpired came over me like a dark all encompassing cloud. Sitting in the police car handcuffed was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to me in my young life. I was off to the reception area wear they strip you down and check you for weapons and paraphernalia. I reluctantly put on the orange jump suite as I was led into the medical area for a physical. I finally ended up in my holding cell and sat on the bunk with another Caucasian inmate. I had heard that they separate the inmates according to race to avoid any unnecessary trouble while sitting in the –blocks. Finally I was put in general population and what lay in front of me was like the scene out of a concentration camp movie.
When your in jail you have nothing but time on your hands and the only thing I did for the first 3 weeks was sit on my bunk and thing about my life and the realization dawned on me that their will be no good times ahead of me in this place. A few weeks before my arraignment my father and my uncle gave me a crash course on self defense tactics to help me survive the inevitability of altercations with other inmates. I was no novice when it came to self defense but in reality I had no idea about the reality of prison life that I was about to be confronted with.
Sure I wrestled and had taken kungfu when I was a little kid but these were grown men with big arms and home made blades. We came to the conclusion after using a magic marker that there is no real defense against a blade. Your best chance is to make a move quickly and try to dislodge the weapon. Easier said then done. The worst situation would be to get blind sided or cut with an ox (blade) from the backside. My father did his research and hired an African American man that had done 20 years in the Penn. He came over the house every day for two weeks and went over a plethora of striking and blocking techniques that were relatively new to me. This style he had introduced me to was called 52 blocks or Comstock style. He basically taught me the code of prison life and how to service against multiple attackers.
The first day in population I had my first real test and a couple of guys wanted to refuse me my jax (phone ) time and I had to confront this real fat mean looking guy that said, “If I want it take it from him.” I’m usually not the one for confrontations but I in prison if you want your rights you have to fight for them. I stepped up to the guy and he gave me a nice nudge, then I proceeded to use a technique I learned called the bum rush. This is where you rush in and thrown a multiple amount of elbows in a quick rapid fire succession. It worked quit effectively, and the 3 bullies hounding the phone relented after I dropped the first guy in about 5 seconds flat. The main problems I had during the first month in population was everyone gathered together in these little racial sorts of clicks that I didn’t want to participate in. I thought it would be more frugal to stick to myself and not to join any of the gangs that were segregated into typically African, White Aryan, Old timers and Muslim. I took to a few old timers in the yard and had tried my best to avoid nonsensical beef.
After two months in prison I started to feel depressed and picked up bad habits like smoking cigarettes and hanging around little gambling circles. You never know how much you love your family and friends until they are not around anymore. I wrote home as much as I could and when the mail came in it was a big event for me. My girlfriend stopped writing me and real loneliness started to set in. I would write a big request list for my mom to send me items that would help me pass the time in my cell. CD player, CD’s, Running Shoes, A few novels and biographies, a hand full of magazines, electronic games, snacks etc. The paradox of prison is that you try to stick to yourself to stay out of trouble but then you get so bored being alone that you start to really crave social interaction, no matter how bad the other guy is. I started to interact more in the yard and stuck around the white crowd since their was invisible lines that you never cross or you will be in for a good old fashioned beat down. I was jogging around the perimeter of the yard one day and a few Mexican guys gave me a hard time. Things escalated and the next thing I know these two guys start swinging on me. I sprawled out my legs and threw a few fast hooks and elbows and in about 15 seconds these guys were laying on the ground. They looked a lot older than me and I definitely had the athletic edge on them. After that no one gave me any beef when I ran the exterior. I figured that I should use my time wisely to get in peek shape despite not having the best of facilities. I honestly didn’t want to drown in my own despair and regrets. I needed to stay busy and fight depression at any cost. Some days I felt sky high and other days the realization would set in that this would be the extent of my livelihood for at least the next two years. Things changed for the better when I met this old guy named Charles that said he saw me take on a few of those Chicanos In the yard. He had the eyes of an old hawk and seemed to be in exceptional good shape for being 57 years old. After a few days he sat down next to me in the Chow Hall and said he had a proposal for me. He said he could offer me full proof protection in the yard and that I could use the weights and workout areas designated for certain hierarchies. It sounded good, but I wondered what he wanted in return. “I don’t have anyone on the outside he said to do me any favors,” he said. “I need a few items on the outside and I need it to be incognito if you know what I mean.”
No problem I thought. As long as everything was legal I was up for it. Charles turned out to be real cool and earned the respect of all the gangs. They seemed to fear him and I later found out that he killed two guys that pulled blades out on him. It went down as self defense since the whole thing was on tape. The strange thing about it was that he didn’t cut them, rather the strikes that he executed was enough to put two grown men in their early graves. “You know the style that you were using in the yard a few weeks back,” he said. “Well I know a lot more about than you can imagine.” “I see that someone taught you some fundamentals,” he exclaimed. “Look Mike, I can show you a few things that can really help you out in here, and maybe a few things about life that could play in your favor in the years to come.” We started to hang out on a regular basis and I think he liked me because he saw a lot of himself in me. He was a really interesting character to say the least about his personality. On the rainy days we would hang out in my cell play chess and do some chess boxing. This guy was somewhat of a fight genius and he showed me some moves that could lure in the best and finish them off quick. Foot work was quintessential to mastering this art and it took me a few weeks to really get it down. The 52 blocks system he laid out for me using a deck of cards. I was a little confused at why it was so important for me to memorize fight moves that correspond to playing cards, but he told me that there was a little card game that was similar to war but used these moves to determine the winner. Also the importance of going through all the blocks and punches in your brain is important if one wishes to develop a full sense of what could go down in a real fight. This seemed a little extreme to me but I went along with it since it consumed time and I really didn’t have anything else to do. After going over all the cards and moves over and over again it seemed like my brain was open to a whole new lot of opportunities when we talk about pugilism. He showed me how to use each of these blocks, punches a few special moves that were used to bait and switch on any opponent. Mobility was key and mastering hand positions while bobbing and weaving was an important part of training. He also showed me the prime strike points and all the windows of vulnerability depending on the attack method. We literally started off striking the head and if the guy could cover himself and move, then you move down to body strikes and finally down to knee and leg strikes if need be. Finally I was shown a few variations of the bum rush I had already learned, a few sleight of hand parries, and the correct cadence of strikes that has to do with waist movement and foot placement. Charles was pretty impressed on how fast I learned and my first question was how many people are adept in this art. “Not many,” he emphasized! “Son you could take out a Delta Force Strike force team if need be,” he added. It turns out that he told me the real reason he was imprisoned was because he was set up by the government. Seemingly around the 80’s this style came to a full head and they had a video of this guy take out two cops handcuffed. The man was eventually shot, but the government took a keen eye to this and soon they would come looking for Charles to enlighten them on this style. He told me that he considered it and then he was taken to some secret locations he found out all kind of strange things going on. One guys name was Andy and they were using some kind of strange hypnotic techniques on him in conjunction with electric shocks and other curious looking technologies. The end of it all was when this Aryan guy got cocky with him and told him to show him all he knew and handed him a bag of 100 dollar bills. Charles told me he got that gut feeling that something was wrong with this picture and he decided to make the best of the situation. He took the money and only showed this Aryan guy the basics, but the Aryan guy insisted on more info, Charles told him that he didn’t know anymore. Things went sour and they told him that he was going to tell them willingly or unwillingly. Charles went AWOL and they planted his DNA at a crime scene in the upcoming weeks. At the trail Charles has a guy inside the CIA tip him off that they set him up so they could surveillance him in prison and set up situations so they could extract all of what he knew. Charles said he thought the CIA paid other prisoners in Drugs and favors to set up altercations so they could find out more. So he was sentenced to 20 years to life, and still maintains his innocence in the case. He had lawyers working on getting him a second trail and collecting evidence to try and get him released. He told me that it was really useless and he had paid off a lot of people but everything kept getting froze in the rigged system we call criminal justice. He told me the government pretty much knows the whole system since he located a hidden camera in a small whole in the corner of his cell. The whole was about the size of a Q tip and when he stuck a pen in it there seemed to be some kind of protection glass around a small lense. “They know the techniques now, but they still don’t know the heart and soul of it,” he said.” One of the biggest secrets he taught me was how to relax and drop my weight down to the feet. This was similar to some of the techniques Aikido and Tai Chi maters used he said. Also he showed me some breathing techniques he claimed could be used during extreme exhaustion to stay composed. The mind was a key part of what he told me and he claimed that during his short stint at the CIA facilities he picked up on a lot of stuff that he over heard scientist talking about. Basically there are laws of gravity and physics that can’t be broken, but some things can be achieved with proper physical training and mind techniques. He said he saw agents move extremely accurately fast and were able to jump from high places and suffer no injuries. He showed me the isometric drills that could give me super type strength and claimed that the CIA said this was also the secret to low blood pressure and a longevity technique. Other things he told me were that blood type diets were real, and that O blood types need to eat a lot of meat and iodine to stay healthy. B types were more balanced and could eat meats and veggies. A- types should eat beans and veggies. According to him Chicken can be deadly for B types and is bad for their hearts according to some strange allergy sensitivity. Basically 8 cups of 12 oz of water was conservative. He said I should drink water all day long and stay away from Soda and all types of Food Coloring. MSG, Aspartame, all this stuff was designed to affect the brain and render the eater in bad health resulting in a early death. He told me the elites stay away from this stuff and also avoid most forms of modern medicine as well as all Psycho active drugs. Most of them are also killers and used to derange people. Herbs and non-genetically modified foods were the best thing to rely on in times of disease he said. Basic caloric intake reduction was another method he claimed the elite used to extent their life span. A few super foods he claimed were honey, dates, dairy products, and olive oil. Notable herbs were ginseng, goldenseal, Aloe Vera (cancer), black seed (all diseases), licorice, and ginkgo biloba. Charles taught me a lot of things and told me that if I really wanted to stay away from trouble then I should try to reduce having extravagant items and luxuries. Jealously runs rampid in prison and the best thing to do is keep few items and accessories around you. Keep things simple he said, because jealousy will turn a friend into an enemy in the blink of an eye. Charles put of the word for me, not to mess with me, but even that was not full proof in prison. The unknowns of behavior in prison are an everyday event. I had my mom send me a box with some items for Charles such as books, herbs, food stuffs, a few white T’s complete with a few Motown CD’s. We worked out everyday together and kept the techniques secretive, mostly playing the 52 card war game to keep our minds crisp. We did a few Qigong type standing drills for balance and breathing. The man loved chess and we would spend endless hours behind the board. I never beat him.
I was one year into my sentence and I got the word that Charles had died unexpectedly in his cell. The cause of death was unknown. They finally came out and said that it was heart failure. I have my serious doubts about that. The man was obviously murdered and I began to think that my life might also be in danger. I was completely torn apart by his death. I missed the guy like he was my second father. He became a true friend and to think that he spent his life in prison due to some false charges is a testament to the failure of the criminal justice system in this country. He opened up my eyes to a lot of things and he was the first one to break down the whole freemasonic system to me. I never knew about the seriousness of these organizations and how they have completely infiltrated all the prestigious professions in America today. The elite are all occultists and are working hand in hand with Illuminati Charles told me. These guys think because of their new science and life knowledge they are some kind of superior race group. The top of the latter is some form of criss cross between communist and quasi Nazi philosophies. They want to control the world and its resources and will do anything to make this come into full fruition. I was pissed off, and felt lucky in a way to have come to all these realizations that I might not have ever come across if I went off to college playing sports and chasing beautiful woman. I went through a period of depression after Charles left, but I picked myself up and reminded myself that I had only a one year left before I was eligible for release. Things were going normal and then one day I was escorted to a special office. A man was sitting in the chair going over some documents. He was wearing one of those badges around his neck that at first glance seemed to give him a look of utmost importance. “I’m going to naked blunt with you Mike,” “We have been keeping an eye on you and we would like to offer you a job with the government,” he said. “You can walk outta here in one hour; I just have to put in the call. What do you say?” I sat there and a lot of things were running through my head. First I knew that these goons were probably responsible for Charles death. The guy was just in too good of shape and no previous medical issues to collapse like that out of no where. I ran the pro’s and cons through my head and figured at least I could get outta this place and maybe get to the bottom of some thing pertaining to this government underworld. “What are the conditions?,” I asked. “Well we will offer you 45,000 with full benefits for your first year and then you can decide whether or not you want to continue. You will have to sign a contract with us and stick around for at least a year. Sound good?” I had created an aversion to the government in my mind living in prison, but the idea of freedom was too much for me to turn down. “When do I get started,” I said. And that was that. I had to sign all this paper work that made me swear secrecy to the things that I would be involved in. They escorted me in this big black Chevy SUV with tinted windows. We drove for a good 20 minutes and went through a series of gates and check points, finally we approached this small building that had a hydraulic floor and went down underground. They gave me a 3 hour briefing on what my work would entail and gave me a massive run down on the code of conduct. Basically I was not to speak of anything to anybody about what I saw and heard. After a long afternoon of physicals and psychological tests, they finally escorted me out of the government facility. They drove me to a point about 5 minutes away from my house at a local strip mall. They told me I was to check in at this same location Mon-Friday at 9 am. The arrangement was that I would work at the facility until 5 pm and then they would drop me off accordingly. Compared to prison I felt that this would be a cake walk. It was the best Saturday afternoon of my life. I had two full days to do what I wanted until check in time. The first thing I did was walk over to burger king and order a double whopper with cheese. Let me tell you it was the best burger I have ever eaten. I ordered a lemonade, extra large fries, and some kind of apple pie off the dessert menu. Ah the luxuries that we take for granted in our everyday lives. I couldn’t wait to get home and see my family. I was skipping down the sidewalk thinking that just yesterday I was in a chow hall with a bunch of ugly convicts and now I’m walking past cute girls giggling at my jovial disposition. I felt like I could conquer the world and made a vowel to myself never to spend another day in prison. You should have seen the look of shock on my mothers face when I walked in the kitchen.
“What did you do break outta jail?” she said. I sat at the kitchen table and explained to her everything that had transpired and how I would be working for the government doing some kind of security work. I spent all night hanging out with my parents reminiscing about the good old days. On Sunday I took my moms car for a spin since my Nissan had been confiscated during the drug bust. I went down to Gold’s Gym and was looking forward to showing off my new jailhouse physic in one of my favorite tank tops. Seeing the guys got me pumped up and I actually benched 350 for the first time in my life. After the gym I showered up and went to see what kind of scene was going on at the mall. I saw a few girls that were sophomores when I was graduating and they wanted to hang out with me at the food court for a few laughs and a mass exchange of phone numbers. I was riding high as the good old saying goes. Monday morning came faster than I had expected as I set my alarm clock to 5 am so I could go for a short morning jog before getting some breakfast and clearing my head. I walked over to the strip mall at about 8:50 am and the black Chevy SUV was already parked at our meeting point facing outwards.
They always parked facing outwards so if they had to they could get out of the lot fast. I guess that was their logic. It was the same two guys dressed in the same old black get up. I think they must have had like 10 of those same suites. The only thing they seemed to change once and a while was the shades that they wore. They joked around with me a little and asked me if I got any over the weekend. I answered in the negative and they said that was good because I was going to need the extra energy. The guy that I became most familiar with was Chris, the same guy that cajoled me into the job. He was a brown haired, green eyed fellow that was built like a NFL linebacker. His sidekick Dave seemed to be Chris’s apprentice of some sort. My first day on the job was a little strange and not what I expected it to be. They had me doing all kinds of strength and stamina tests and hooked me up to some kind of virtual helmet that put me in an instant trance state. I was injected with some sort of sedative and they kept running movie like scenarios through the screen in the helmet. The interesting aspect of it was that the images and sounds they were playing were like a medley of my favorite movies and music. A smooth voice was interlaced in the video stream that was telling me things like I could be stronger and faster if I made decision to do so. After about a half hour of this constant stream of information I had the overwhelming feeling that I could do anything that I willed to do. I guess this was some kind of pep training session of some sort. Some kind of preparation, but for what was the question that kept running through me head. They had my punch a few heavy bags with these gauges and also made me spar with about three or four different characters. Chris told me that I was doing great and that my abilities went far beyond their expectations. Soon the tests would come to a halt and after the first week they were focusing primarily on combat sparring sessions. One day I was sitting with Chris in a break room and he asked me how good I knew Charles. He explained to me that Charles used to work for them, but they felt he was holding back in his explanations of things. He flat out denied any involvement in his death and for some reason from his disposition I believed him. After a few months I started to really take to Chris and he turned out to be like an older brother to me. They made me lay out all the info that Charles had relayed to me and they told me that it was a issue of national security for me to lay out all the cards.
I didn’t hold back and showed them all of the methods I was taught, but something inside me told me not to show them all the cadences and the playing card training drill. They seemed satisfied with what I showed them and they admitted that they had been tracking this style for many years because it was the key to disarming a group of radicals that had been harassing their organization that went by the name “The Resistance.” “Yeah but don’t you guys have the latest in technologies and firearms,” I proclaimed. He broke down for me the situation with this group and he claimed that they don’t carry firearms for their protection and anonymity. This group had carried out recent kidnappings on government officials and key insiders they called “friends.” I figured this tied into the freemasonic network and after my first 6 months they offered me the opportunity to become a 32 degree freemason. “Its not big deal, we will hook you up to the virtual helmet and teach you all codes, signs and passwords. It can all be taken care of in your free time but you must enter upon your own free will.” They told me that this would be my status signature and if I was ever in trouble I would never have a problem getting leniency from the court system. “The balls in your court,” they kept saying. I turned them down under the understanding that I would be taking oaths upon my soul upon penalty of death if I ever betrayed them.” It wasn’t something I wanted hanging over my soul so after I turned them down, they never again ask me about it. In a way that made me more curious and sometimes I wish I would have taken the vowels just to understand the inside workings of their organization. Just from being around Chris and Dave during my first 8 months was enough to a real idea of their philosophies on life and knowledge. These guys were very scientific oriented and not interested much in egotistical opinions. They also seemed strangely unemotional in situations that one would expect a flash of emotion. My job was mostly to watch over new recruits and to lead them in their combat workout sessions. Twice a week I would teach a class of young students that ranged from the ages of 8-14. I thought this was strange to be teaching young boys and girl’s martial arts in an underground facility. The kids in these classes seemed very disconnected and had the appearance of someone that was in a hypnotic trance. I wondered if their parents signed them up for this or was this some kind of government program. They always told me not to ask too many questions and just focus on the job at hand. It seemed cool to me since I was just happy to be a free man making a good living. About 10 months into my job my life was going exceptionally well. I would hang out with my new girlfriend on the weekends, taking her shopping, out to eat, movies etc. Things were moving along wonderfully and it was time to think about signing on for another year or looking for employment elsewhere. I started to consider buying her a ring and to actually get engaged but I put it off like most guys thinking that I should wait it out and make sure she was really the one. Then one day on a Monday morning approximately about 10 am I was being escorted through a corridor and I saw the most horrendous thing I have ever witnessed. A pale-ish looking man was walking next to what I would call some sort of reptile. It was the ugliest thing I had ever seen. It has a short tail and walked upright. It turned its head toward me and its yellowish golden eyes felt like they pierced my inner soul. I remember the feeling of fear coming over me when Chris said, “welcome to the underworld.” I was trembling and continued to give him the 3rd degree about what he had just witnessed. He told me that he saw them all the time and if I worked there long enough it would become a normal occurrence. I don’t know about you buy seeing a reptilian being for me will never become something of a leisure reaction. Chris informed me that he had heard rumors that the Reptilians are working hand in hand with the leadership of the US government. “They offer us technologies and we in turn do favors for them,” Chris exclaimed. “What kind of favors I retorted?” “Well let’s just say that we feed those grotesque creatures he said.” As he hinted toward human sacrifice it was all I needed to hear to make the definitive decision to get outta there as soon as my contract was up. This was a secret that I kept for way to long and one night I decided to spill the beans to my girlfriend. Suffice to say that she became irate and told me never to tell her about such non sense. This really got me torqued. I couldn’t believe that she didn’t believe what I was telling her. We ended up fighting over it and she drove off ranting about how I was becoming crazy and disillusioned. That was the tipping point for me and I called her to tell her she had a right to her opinions, but I wouldn’t be around to hear them anymore. Funny how things can trigger such negative emotion, but I figured that if she wasn’t open minded enough to consider my life and the things I was telling her than she was compassionate enough to be the one I wanted to spend my life with. The last month before my contract was up Chris and a few officers tried everything under the sun to get me to resign for a longer term. They showed me this little gadget that could be worn around the waist and amplify thoughts. It was some kind of Psychological weapon that could be used to implant thoughts and ideas in people’s heads. I told them I wouldn’t need such a device. Then they told me they could promise me a long life with form of top secret supplements that could keep me vital well past the age of 90. If it wasn’t natural, I told them that I didn’t need it. Then they tried to appeal to my base desires and would bring all these seductive playmates around that looked like the best of the best out of Sports Illustrated’s latest swim suite issue. They told me that they were sorry for holding back so much info and would start me bring me into their inner circle since they considered me an extension of their family. They were pissed when I turned it all down, but they said they respected my choice, and in turn made my last month there hell. They demanded that I mold one of their younger super soldiers into a literal prototype of myself. This poor kid named Bill was put through hell and I actually took it easy on him in our final test rounds before I would say my farewells to everyone at the center. He was really good with his hands and probably the fastest human I have ever seen throw punches, but as Charles used to say, he lacked foundation. Foundation work is a combination of leg and relaxation training. Balance and cadence are not something that you can teach someone in a month, but Bill got understood the jist of what I was trying to convey to him, although I never taught him specific footwork and breathing techniques that Charles had shown me. The strengths of these super soldiers were that they were stronger and faster than about 99 percent of the current population. They have amazing focus and were taught the best in survival techniques from the age of 7-8. Chris dropped me off my last day and in a way I felt kind of sad to not be around anymore. I was starting to really like the people I worked with in an odd way. They told me to call them if I ever decided to reconsider. I gave them the nod and was off. I was living in my own apartment about 15 min away from my parents house, and had recently purchased a 2000 Altima.
I needed the time off and I spent a lot of time cruising around like the good old days in high school trying to gain some sort of insight into what I was going to do. I felt like I was in good enough shape to walk on to a big College like Penn State and probably start within a year or two at the longest. I decided to retake my SATS and fill out an application to Penn State. I got a call from their sports department and they wanted me to come out to Pennsylvania ASAP to show them what I still had in me. They heard that I was working with the government and for them that was a big enough of a sign to indicate my reform from prison life. I agreed and worked really hard for a little mini camp scenario they would set up for me to test my abilities. In reality I hadn’t been on a football field in a little over two years. Some doubts of my abilities crept into the back of my head but I figured I would give it my best shot no matter what the scenario. A few days before my workout I was walking around a local pizzeria to get a few slices and I witnessed two guys in an alley way stalking down a younger looking gentlemen. They two guys in suites looked like some sort of government agents or police officers and pulled out tazers on the younger guy. They were shocking the hell outta this guy when I ran over to assist him in the situation. “This is not your matter they insisted,” “get the hell outta here.” I told them that the guy had had enough and they should relent. Well these guys thought they were tough so they approached me, as one of them pulled out some kind of black baton. The first guy approached me and swung as to catch me in the leg, while the other went for me right arm. The guy was aiming for my knee but as I lifted my leg he caught me on the side of the shin. I elbowed the guy downward in the head, and followed it with an uppercut that caught the other guy dead in his glass jaw. These two guys were rolling around in pain cursing when the victim grabbed my arm and told me to come with him quickly. We ran down the back of an alley and he pulled out some sort of cell phone and hit a few buttons. With in 60 seconds a van pulled up and we jumped in. We heard police sirens as the driver of the van drove at a normal speed as to not draw attention to us. I usually don’t go jumping into vans with people I don’t know but the look on the drivers face was that of an older warm looking fellow that had a beard. I had some kind of intuitive trust experience as I jumped in. “We are a little confused,” the older gentlemen said as he took a swig from is coffee cup.
“You’re a little confused,” I responded with big eyes. “We have seen you with two other prominent agents and figured you were one of them, but when you assisted Walter here in that alley way we didn’t know what to think.” I explained to them my situation and told them that I was no longer working for the agency, but wouldn’t be able to stand there doing nothing while a citizen gets stun gunned to death. “Let us take you somewhere were we can talk things over,” the older man declared. “By the way, they call me the mechanic.” We reached an old looking farm house on the outskirts of NJ suburbs and pulled up a long drive way. We went into the house were we were greeted by playful kids and two other serious looking gentlemen. “Is he cleared?” one of the men asked. Mr. M (the mechanic) replied in the negative and it sent the two serious looking fellows into a temporary conniption fit. “That’s why we brought him here,” replied Mr. M. The sat me down and began to explain to me the details of a massive conspiracy theory inside that government that has sold out to a few families of illuminati bankers that are seeking to put our planet in its vice grips. I explained to them that I have heard about most of this and they went great lengths to show me the details of their planned economic crash that would eventually push us into a cashless economic system. Its gets worse they explained as they showed me classified documentation of plans to reduce the world’s population by 2/3 by the year 2012. Some of their other plans outlined were false flag terror attacks to pawn nations against nations in what they called controlled chaos. They had most of the nations in their palms but still needed key Middle Eastern control over countries such as Iran and Pakistan. Most of the other Arab nations were already in their pockets and all this terrorism talk was only a ploy to carry out their controlled collisions. In the end they would sit atop a world government system that would become a full blown dictatorship policed world. All this sounded like something out of an X-Men comic book, but the documentation they had proved without a shadow of a doubt that things were moving into that direction. The forces involved were occultist and people within their resistance varied in beliefs but they told me it was important to overlook differences if they were going to be able to resist this evil hierarchy. Amongst them were Christians, Muslims, Buddhist, and Agnostic etc. The common denominator for them was to stop this order of control that wanted to render the citizens of the world without basic rights and benefits. “Things are moving fast,” said the Mr.M. “We need all the help we can get. It’s getting harder and harder for us to keep our cover as the government is catching on to our organization.” I told them that they had mentioned them to me onetime while I was working within the agency. “Thanks for making our job more difficult,” joked Mr. M. “If you join us we will put you to work immediately.” It was a done deal for me. I had mentioned child abductions and reptilians to them and they said they were already aware of such things. They were working to intercept such agencies involved in kidnapping rings. “We trust you son,” said Mr. M, “but we have to run through our tests to make sure your clear and not an Agent.” They hooked me up to few sensors that basically a lie detector in combination with in some sort of electromagnetic gauge device. They told me that if I lied they had a science they developed that could detect the change in my meisner field. After they cleared me Mr. M gave me the run down. “Look -this is basically how it works, we don’t take anyone in until we clear them at one of clear houses containing this equipment. We text each other in codes and never ever talk over cell phone or land lines to avoid detection from the government agencies. That’s CIA, NSA, Illuminati, Freemasonic, and Police etc. Right now we have over 8,000 “Resisters” and project to have 20,000 with in the next 5 years. The Key for us is to find as much high level defectors as we can and take them in and protect them. We have high level judges, doctors, engineers, lawyers, and are currently running 2 school training facilities to bring up the next generation to be professionals that can help us make changes. Of course they are indoctrinated with the reality as we know it and how we can fight it. This is are only chance for a better future and to bring this thing to an end once and for all. We have random save houses and we move our hostages according to the information our surveillance teams bring in. This is not overly complex. We do not carry weapons or dress out of character in relation to the average American citizen to avoid detection. We do have to use some form of information compartmentalization because of the fear that if one of guys gets picked up they could shut us down. For this reason our top level guys will not go out on missions unless it’s absolutely a necessity. What we are doing is gathering evidence against criminals that exist with in our rogue government. When we get two witnesses to confirm crimes we go out and pick up these criminals when they are most vulnerable. We have underground lock rooms and they go through extensive interrogations until we get some kind of confession. We will continue to build lock rooms underground at anonymous locations and we never keep more than one official in one location at a time. We obviously can’t get anyone on the white house staff due to the high level of security, but we have been picking up a lot of congressmen and senators, Big Bankers and 100’s of Illuminati and CIA agents. Our main goal is to shut down the drug and sex rings that are running rampant. We want to cut off and intercept agents carrying sensitive material. Soon we will expand and surround most of these high security facilities until the day we can gain popular support and expose these criminals for what they are. We are making big progress and have a lot of CFR and Builderburg members pretty nervous. We will go over other details later but first thing you need is a pager and we will show you how to read our state maps coordinate codes in case you need a “pick up” ride home. We really need you in our facilities to train our agents and foot soldiers.” All these seemed so surreal at the time but these guys had it together and I was all in. I learned all the pager codes by heart for different situations and emergencies. They would lodge me at their main facility, which was a normal house with huge under ground corridors. The downside was that if they ran scalar technology over the property then we would be sitting ducks or prime marks. They were prepared for this event and their facilities kept only the necessities of food and basic equipment. The genius behind the “resistance” was the ability to mobilize and re group at the drop of a hat. I would be active in training new agents and working out with current ones that needed to learn a few hand skills. The whole organization was funded with Arab oil money, from a agent code named “Hassan”. I met him after about a month of working out at the facility and he invited me to embrace Islam. I turned him down, but promised him I would look into reading the Quran. He was one of the nicest most affectionate people I have ever met. Some people inside the group worried that the “resistance” was a precursor to a larger Islamic take over being planned. After a 101 class in Islamic law called Shariah, I came to understand that the Islamic law protected the rights and beliefs of non believers as long as they didn’t cause public discord. These laws were similar to the Torah in ways such as: no adultery, no stealing, no mistreating of individuals and human rights for woman and orphans. The idea of only worshipping only GOD rang true with me and after I read the Quran and sayings of the Prophet Muhammad I became Muslim. I was brain washed most my life to believe that Muslims didn’t love Jesus and they were some strange sect of people that were superstitious, but the opposite proved to be true. The knowledge that Hassan had was vast and relative. He was a well trained physician and took alternative medicine to the next level. Soon after becoming a Muslim I married one of Hassan’s daughters. Her name was Fatimah and she was the most wonderful woman that I ever met. I literally found a new family amongst the resistance and transformed myself by praying five times daily in accordance with the Sunnah “path” of the last Prophet of God. I learned that most Muslims were moderate and only wanted their rights to live freely and develop their community to help the poor and needy. Since most of the people that read this might find my opinions highly disagreeable I will not preach the intricacies of prophecy that I learned about what is to come, but will add that the Mahdi “Muhammad Bin Abdullah” will appear and reform Islam and lead a army against the anti Christ that will first claim he is God incarnate and then demand people to worship him. The true Jesus Christ the Messiah “the word and spirit from GOD” will appear in Syria as the Mahdi gathers an army to march toward Jerusalem. He will lead those that
“Surrender to Gods will” or Muslims to defeat the Anti Christ and a new era of peace and prosperity will reign on the earth. Feeling a new man I lectured the “resistance” men on things that I learned and over heard while working with the CIA. I explained to them their philosophy of gaining light by meditation and seeing through the center. This idea of centering the “self” was similar to some of the meditation ideas some of our Buddhist R-Men practiced. They believed in ideas of projection that could be used to out will a person or cajole him using kundalinic sexual energies. This was a form of confident magnetism that could result in a form of hypnosis if not careful. They also used internalized projection as a sort of shield against a perceived psychic attack. They also used advanced Erickson hypnosis techniques to program and train the government agents. Suggestions would vary from convincing a person he could not be killed, to psycho somatically stimulating the adrenal glands. They didn’t over use synthetic steroids since it offset the bodies’ natural system. They had developed drugs that were forms of adrenaline boosters and human growth hormones to stave off old age and anxiety that would only be used on key occasion and at old ages. Other than that they were basically humans that were trained with cat like instincts. There strengths were speed and strength. They rarely hesitated and killed in a trance like state on command. Their weaknesses were just that. They were programmed to fight using techniques I helped train them with. They have problems improvising and are highly susceptible to uncalculatable strikes and odd angles. Also few of them understood how to ground or “root” correctly and use optimum balance to channel deathly strikes. These were things that I had become most efficient in over the last 2 years. It took our training class a good month to really catch on the idea of relaxing to gain balance and power, but most of our agents finally started to catch on. I trained them on how to use wooden batons that I would have them carry on the sides of their legs. These would be essential against knife attacks since blocks and parries will only get you cut against an experienced blade holder. The agents were running missions on a monthly basis and Mr. M and some of our key members sat down to discuss the capture of an illuminati scientist that rarely came above ground due to their closed underground quarters in the government. The time window to capture him was limited and we needed a good plan to carry out our mission. Word came in that he would be attending a dinner in NY and we would be taking a group of 20 agents along with Mr. M to plan an advanced coordinated kidnapping of this scientist. We checked into a local hotel and carried gym bags and told the staff that we were apart of a workout club that was coming to NY to check out some of the facilities and attend a show being put on by FLEX magazine. The scientist they called Dr. Baum would be attending dinner at a steakhouse in Long Island on the upcoming Saturday night at around 8 pm. We would be set and ready to go as early as 9 pm considering it would take him time to order his food and consume it. We staked out the area and located patrolling police schedules all week long to make sure we knew their response time and position if things got ugly. Things were set and we had 3 teams of 3 triangulate the restaurant parking lot. We also had 3 identical Chevy vans ready to go and waiting at specific points. This is how it would go down as we projected. The scientist would come with his entourage and be escorted by no more than 2 guards as he entered the restaurant. We would have 3 teams waiting. One team would take care of the driver if need be and the other two teams would be responsible for taking out the two guards and getting Dr. Baum into one of our Chevy’s. We figured there would eye witnesses so the Chevy will dive down to streets and we would switch Mr. Baum into a Ford Escalade with tinted windows and jump on the highway immediately and take him to a near by safe house. The other two Chevy’s would be driven by sole drivers that would be heading to a exact destinations with verifiable alibis. Things went as planned and Dr. Baum exited his black limo at 7:55 pm escorted by three guards. This was going to be tricky since we would have to take him out front. One van was parked on the side lot with other two ready to go at adjacent gas stations. Dr. Baum finally came out at 11 22 pm and his guards looked to be smiling and possibly under intoxication. Our teams moved in. 3 of our guys approached the Limo to wait and see what the driver would do. Our other two teams moved in casually as if to walk past them. As they passed them one of our guys greeted them and asked them if they hand enjoyed themselves. It all went down so fast that it’s hard to explain, but suffice to say all six of our guys were throwing whirling elbows and put down the 3 guys pretty fast. There was a commotion and some woman started yelling as they were exiting the restaurant. We had to improvise as the driver of the limo didn’t respond as we expected. Two of our guys next to the limo rushed over and grabbed Dr. Baum and quickly drug him into the Chevy. It sped off as our attackers all ran in different directions to their set up destinations. Each one of our guys parked one of their cars in selected positions close to the restaurant. We figured if one of them was captured it would be better than the whole bunch. Things went clean and it took a full 6 minutes for the police to show up. One of the security guards managed to chase one of our guys down, but the outcome was less than pretty. Our guy got out his sticks and gave this guy the beat down of his life. The guard went for his gun but our guy was to fast for him and the guard never had a chance to dislodge his gun from his holster. We were learning that people get comfortable and lackluster when it comes to security of these officials. Bottom line was that most of them were well trained but experienced very little real life situations. The element of surprise was on our side, and we had a little celebration victory once we returned home back at the facility in NJ. It took our guys about 2 weeks to get any information out of Dr. Baum as our techniques for cohersion were based on rewarding the Doctor for his cooperation. We would feed him basic food and give him good sleeping conditions, but would repetitiously remind him that he would be down in that whole for life and never come out, and no one would ever know where to look. He tried to put up a good mental fight but soon he would come around. Bread and water gets old after a while and we would tell him that those steak dinners were just a few pieces of information away. We developed a good rapport with him and treated him good rewarding him with the information that he would provide to us. The information soon came pouring out and we monitored his info with electromagnetic mesiner field lie detector technology. He told us of an upcoming attack that would occur somewhere in NY on September 11, 2001. He said that it was a ploy set into place by CIA and was being run by certain members of Mosad secret service. They wanted it to appear as a terror attack and would blame Bin Laden for it and eventually set him up to play the big game of good guy versus bad guy. Other things he told us were that they were using weather technologies and spraying the sky with chemicals. He said they were planning a big economic collapse and mock alien invasion that would occur around 2012 if all things went well. The precursor to that would be a combination of flu’s and virus’s released to the general populations of the world to eventually induce fear and force inoculations on the public to reduce populations. There big target was to pass new laws in congress and to ban guns and certain free rights so that when this stuff occurs people wouldn’t revolt and spawn a mass retaliation against the elites. They plans were well put together, systematic and progressive in nature. Their end game scenario would be after reducing the population to controllable levels to implement the micro chip policy and abolish cash altogether, implementing the NWO electronic currency. They said to be waiting on a one eyed King that would be all powerful. Hassan and I immediately understood what he was talking about. The one eyed anti- Christ was mentioned by the Prophet Muhammad, and said to be able to bring a kids parents back to life and cause other miracles such as causing desolation and prosperity, and visuals of heaven and hell. He would have a mark on his head that would appear like a scar but would be the Arabic letters K H F, which means disbeliever. We decided to have a council meeting and see what we could do to break up the chain of upcoming events. A mass resistance was needed but the only way to get to the people would be through the media. We need a mass movement and Alex Jones would be the man. He was a fury teacher that was able to focus on the facts and ignite mass awakenings. We banked on this and pushed as money into his circle as possible. Yes- Dr. Baum confirmed the existence of Greys, Nordics, and Reptilians, Annunaki etc. but this was not what we needed to focus on. These things were out of our control. Alex understood this and took to the radio air wave’s prosecutable information and good reference sources for the atrocities that were occurring every day in this country. The question that kept coming up was, “What can we do to stop this.” The only answer was that a mass information movement had to reach the corners of earth announcing the truth behind the New World Order and their evil intentions for earth. Eugenics, Genetically modified foods, chemicals, Brain washing through media, Drugs, Pornography, UFO’s, and the new age movement are only a few of their highlighted black holes to pull people down into the abyss. The fundamental thing that could take power out of their hands would be to flat out give off the grid. That means no more buying clothes from fancy stores. No more buying luxury automobiles. No more buying food products that are not natural and homegrown. Support small farmers markets and not big stores. Name brands in general should be banned. Stop buying into the system. Once the big markets are taken out of place and people can sustain life with out using paper, then we can be free again. This means going back to trading and bartering. We have to go back to making our own food and clothes. We need to our kids to learn how to build houses and be experts in engineering. We need doctors and lawyers to fight this system. Shut down the pharmacies that are slowly killing us. No more chemotherapy and fake heart medicine. Herbs and natural remedies have been proven to work against major diseases. Correct diets and exercise should be the utmost of importance for sick people. We have to establish an underground system of self sufficiency that includes our own water filtering systems and solar electric power generators for power. We have to organize against evil and hold people responsible for their actions. If witnessed have seen a crime by and official the peoples court has to imprison him and he can be judged by the people. He will be given rights and food and should not be subjected to torture. If he is found guilty of murder, then the murderer’s families will decide if he should be executed or imprisoned for life. People guilty of lesser crimes should be punished accordingly and imprisoned or canned according to their crimes. If they have stole from the people and are guilty of theft we should have their hands cut off. We have to make this business of responsibility a serious thing. We all want to have fun and live in peace but if these crooks don’t own up to their crimes we will no longer have a free society to live in. Witch craft and forms of demon worship should be banned and those caught should be put to death, unless the person repents and changes his ways. We have to weed out these evil occultist that wish to put a burden on our society. Most importantly we have to reclaim our bill of rights, our congress and senate. The people have to reclaim the white house and instead of having a president we should just rely on votes from the congress and senate. All secret societies will be banned and every Masonic hall and should be torn from its foundations. No more CIA, no more NSA, no more Skull and Bones, no more Illuminati, they should all be torn out by their roots. We need a new system of real transparency, and this also pertains to NASA and alien technologies. Soon the world will integrate and GODs law will prevail and the anti Christ will be defeated. These are the things that must happen if we wish to reclaim our country. We agreed on these things in our council meeting and have chosen the “resistance” as the label we will carry until this war is over. We have to have a name, but we must organize and we need people to identify with our movement. This name must never remain and only be in existence until the illuminati and evil factors are erased from the world. Those that surrender to GOD, the meek, they will be the inheritors of the earth until the end of time. We continued to carry out missions up to Jan 2001. We had a big set back as two of our main facilities were raided by FEMA. We also had some groups close to sensitive bases come across reptilians that were viscous and uncanny in fighting. Swords were given to our combatants to combat these creatures and our inside sources identified they have to hearts under the arm pits. There heads must be cut off or they must be pierced in their vitals to cause death. These creatures have dug deep bases underground and are responsible for mass abductions and missing children. They were mentioned in the Gnostic gospels as rapping a woman on one occasion and Jesus called them the Son of Baal. We have heard reports that they can heal quickly and they seem to be only aggravated by bullets unless you were using something of a 50 caliber, or close range automatic fire. Reports that illuminati have been taking chameleon and reptilian DNA injections have been confirmed and to what effect this may have is still in speculation. The digestion of blood is clearly forbidden by GOD from the Torah, Gospel and Quranic perspectives. Some of the illuminist ingest blood and are literally vampires in their feeding habits. The logical explanation of long life is that ingesting young blood cells would lead to almost definite limited life extension at the cost of ones eternal soul. Some of the leaders of the St. Germaine order have baby like skin although they appear outwardly old. This gives off a strange appearance and their lips are almost always rosy red.
Last Known Entry –
I have been on the run and hope that someone gets this email in the western storehouse. They have taken Mr. M and broken into all of our Eastern facilities other than a few lock houses. I was given word by Hasaan to restructure into smaller units and keep the cells working together using a new communications method. Hasaan is now safe in Mecca with his family and has taken my wife and our kids with them. I am moving on foot and have gotten word that I am number one on their wanted list as a terrorist. Dave and Mr. M and about 35 other R-Men agents had been infiltrated in the eastern sector main store house. Word is that they now being held at Guantanamo. If anyone at the western headquarters main house gets this message please email me ASAP using our Gmail account xxcp. I fear no one has received this email due to the non-response of my code messages for a pick in the central sector. SWAT and FEMA may have picked up most of our men. If anyone at a random house gets this email, make sure to publish this whole email in addition with the attachment of my story document for the benefit of future resistors. I have also attached a second document with the 52 card playing system that should not be published and should be kept for us insiders as well as the “game rules.” I am currently heading south with my alternative documentation and passport to fly east, and I pray and hope my brothers here in the US will continue to fight the good fight Christian and Muslim alike, no matter what faith or denomination, for tolerance is a code of us “resisters” R- Men, so that one day through knowledge the truth will shine forth and the world will glow with a new light of peace. Asalaamauaalikim,
Mike (Essa)
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