New World Order

In every school Eli has attended there have been little ladies who seem to adore him. Lucky guy, good looks and smart.

During the past five plus years I have not been idle. I learned everything I could about politics and economics, especially in an historical context, to understand why and how societies and individuals are motivated to follow the paths they do. As a footnote I will share some of what I have learned.

Following WWII George Kennan, who I already mentioned in Brief Commentary, and the wise men, economically restructured the world. The results, whether one agrees or disagrees with the basic premise, are remarkable. Here are some facts.

The United States, the European Union and Japan, about 1/8th of the worlds population, controls over 4/5ths of the worlds money through foreign direct investments (FDI). The purported 1/8th of the worlds population in reality constitutes a very small percentage of individuals in the US, EU and Japan. The total amount of foreign direct investment around the world since WWII is about $7 trillion dollars. The three entities license private companies to trade FDI. In the US there are only 23 such companies. They decide who they will lend to based on whether or not they can securely exploit labor and realize profits.

Some two billion people live in countries that are totally excluded from FDI. Without FDI the infrastructure that provides the necessary energy requirements to create a modern society cannot be built. This same condition persists in low income, inter-cities in the US. Few are willing to invest in ghettos. These two billion individuals plus the disenfranchised in societies throughout the world, very large populations in limited lending markets, are considered “disconnected.”

What is remarkable about this is that we have relative peace in the world. The connected turned a blind eye to the disconnected. The lenders simply say, if I cannot securely exploit you then I don’t care if your average life expectancy is something like 37 years old. They say, if you let me exploit you then you will have a better life, own property, have health care, transportation and some degree of control over your future. By their actions they effectively protected the enormous wealth of individuals and corporations since WWII. Money is power, power over life and death.

I will repeat Kennan’s statement from Brief Commentary:

Policy Planning Study 23 (PPS23), a top secret planning document written by George Kennan (head of the State Department Planning Staff) in 1948:”we have about 50% of the world’s wealth but only 6.3% of its population. … In this situation, we cannot fail to be the object of envy and resentment. Our real task in the coming period is to devise a pattern of relationships which will permit us to maintain this position of disparity … To do so, we will have to dispense with all sentimentality and day-dreaming; and our attention will have to be concentrated everywhere on our immediate national objectives. We need not deceive ourselves that we can afford today the luxury of altruism and world-benefaction. … We should cease to talk about vague and … unreal objectives such as human rights, the raising of the living standards, and democratization. The day is not far off when we are going to have to deal in straight power concepts. The less we are then hampered by idealistic slogans, the better.”

The US military has played a significant role in maintaining world security that protects the connected and limits the mobility of the disconnected. An essential aspect of military facility to effect security lies in technological developments that are often secret and under deep, black cover.

And that is about as simple as I can make it. Who are you messing with when you research black budget programs? It isn’t just the military, but also the money guys, by proxy, who have the power.

I think I will apply for a low limit credit card and try to get reconnected.

Nick Cook

Eli decided he wanted to get better at skate boarding. My advice to him was to spend more time on his board. Weekend after weekend thereafter we traipsed around the Paseo Mall in Pasadena, him on his skateboard, me walking. He got so good he lapped me once at first and then later twice.

Going back for a moment, I need to talk about Nick Cook in order to explain the events of 2004. Nick Cook is a well respected Jane’s aerospace journalist. (see http://www.janes.com/press/press_spokesperson.shtml) In 2002 he published The Hunt for Zero Point, Broadway Books. In the first chapter he described having contacted a police officer near Bakersfield, CA. She had knowledge of an airplane crash site and agreed to take Cook to look at the place. When I read Cook’s account, I immediately recognized the event and it seemed likely that Cook got his information about the crash by subscribing to the skunk works newsgroup I had belonged to.

In 1996 I publicly (to the skunk works newsgroup) asked what had crashed in Bakersfield in the 1970’s. A surprising response was forthcoming. Not only was the plane identified as an F-117, the responder gave the tail number and the pilot’s call sign. (Needless to say there had been a host of ufo theories to explain the event.) It was then I realized the group was seriously monitored and afterwards I asked the question about who exactly monitored the group. All I got was that some 26 organizations were watching.

The Hunt for Zero Point is quite an amazing book. I highly recommend it. After I read it I contacted Nick Cook by email. He responded right away. I got the impression he knew me and if so, that would certainly have been from his participation in the skunk works group. And, also, he would have read a post I made to the skunk works newsgroup in 1996 regarding the Philadelphia Experiment. (see http://www.netwrx1.net/skunk-works/v05.n704) The Philadelphia Experiment (written by Moore) was a feature point in Cook’s book, a blend of the real and disinformation.

Through 2003 I recovered some. But in early-mid 2004 I was reliving the events of 2002. I felt desperate to make some kind of statement. I decided to publish an article that linked some of the content in Cook’s, The Hunt for Zero Point, with Moore, the Philadelphia Experiment and the mathematical genius, Von Newmann. That is how I came to write the article at http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/viewcolumn/php?id=21. The article is more about disinformation than about the Philadelphia Experiment.

The rest of 2004 was ugly. I sold just about everything I owned including my beloved musical instruments just to eat and pay rent. I still had some work from the County of LA and TPA’s, but I never got paid for it. I resorted to taking a few call in assignments, even domestic cases, that I got paid for up front. But, that wasn’t enough to sustain me.

Shortly after I left Pasadena in 2005, the Pasadena Post Office just closed my post office box and returned all my mail undeliverable with no forwarding address. When I tried to get into my box several weeks later my key no longer worked. I had rented the box for 15 years. I knew everyone who worked there. Apparently, when I did not respond to a box rent due notice for a couple of days (highly unusual for only a couple of days notice), they shut it. The employees at the Post Office were apologetic, but by then it was too late. They refunded my $3.00 security deposit on the key.

Moore/Green Best Guess

I thought Eli had lost it when he asked me to let him use my digital camera to capture spheres. Spheres are little blobs of light that show up on a picture. We walked around my apartment building and he snapped dozens of photographs. To my utter amazement, when we looked at the images several had strange blobs of light, usually near the ceiling, randomly spaced and not reproducible with subsequent photos from the same location.

“Perception is reality,” touted a USAF Colonel in 1997 when a N.Y. Times correspondent asked him why he had lied about the identity of a flying military asset that had been observed over the east coast. In every respect the Colonel was right. Had his initial claim not been refuted, how would anyone know his statement was disinformation? If you don’t have a bag of tricks to help you decompose disinformation, you might as well stay home.

One of the simplest, most elegant and reproducible ideas ever conceived by a human was published in 1977 by noble prize winning brain scientist, Sir John Eccles in “The Self and Its Brain.” Eccles defined reality as something that can affect the behavior of large scale objects. (larger than the quantum level) Based on that idea he proceeded to further clarify reality with a three world view.

World I consists of physical objects including air, gravity, and magnetic fields. These objects are real because they conform to his definition of reality in that they affect the behavior of large scale objects.

World II consists of states of mind, conscious and unconscious, considered real for the same reasons as World I objects.

World III consists of products of the human mind, not physical objects, not brain states, but stories, myths, pieces of music, mathematical theorems, scientific theories, etc. This reality is established by the intervention of consciousness. Without consciousness these would not exist and only a self conscious mind can appreciate the reality of World III. So, according to Eccles, it follows that human consciousness itself must be real and different from any physical object, even the brain.

This remarkable concept of reality easily explains why disinformation works so effectively. Disinformation relies on our tendency to confuse World I with World III realities. Both are real, but neither World implies a reality for the other. They are their own, separate realities.

A ufo that is picked up on radar or seen by a person is a World I reality. That the ufo is piloted by aliens, regardless of the ufos flight characteristics, is a World III reality. They are both real, the first a physical object, the second a story or myth. Disinformation (and advertising for that matter) works so well because we confuse World I with World III realities and its reciprocal.

I seems unlikely I would have been enticed to a remote recreational area in New Mexico for termination, despite the fact that I suggested it. More likely, consistent with Moore and Doty prior dark deeds, I probably would have been subjected to a World I reality, strange lights in the sky, etc., with the expectation it implied a World III reality. Turn me into a believer and I lose all credibility. Just another ufo nut.

More Moore?

One of Eli’s greatest lessons in life was when he got ripped off playing Diablo on line. He had carefully built up his characters after hours and weeks of playing, gained experience and even purchased items for his characters on ebay. A kid in northern California offered him items in exchange for access to his account. When he went back into the game his good characters were gone. If it seems too good to be true, he learned, it probably is.

I somehow survived 2002 and by early 2003 I had work again and invoices were paid on a more timely basis. Deeper in debt than I had been in 2001, I earned enough money to cover my basic expenses. Since I had changed my telephone number I no longer got harassing calls from creditors and I actually answered my telephone whenever possible, “Chosa Investigations.”

About mid year I received a telephone call from Bill Moore. He told me he knew how strange it might seem that he was calling me. We hadn’t spoken since 2000. But, he explained, a situation came up and I was the first person he thought of. He said his daughter worked for a law firm in Pasadena and the attorney who owned the firm, Alan Green, had just lost his principle investigator. The investigator, an ex-PD, unexpectedly suffered a heart attack and died. Through his daughter, Moore said, he recommended me to Green as a replacement. He gave me Green’s telephone number and told me to stick it to him because he could certainly afford whatever I’d be asking. I thanked Bill and hung up the telephone scratching my head.

I called Green’s office and spoke with Bill’s daughter. Through her an appointment was scheduled for an interview the following day.

Green’s office was walking distance, just a couple of blocks on Marengo Street, from my apartment. The office is housed in a turn of the century, two story, converted residence. The inside was very nicely decorated with wood paneling, hardwood floors and antiques. I met Bill’s daughter, a very pretty lady in her mid twenties with a great smile. She buzzed Green and then told me to have a seat, that he would be with me in a few minutes. Ten minutes later I was shown into Green’s office.

Green introduced himself with a warm handshake. We sat down and Green, in his mid to late fifties with a slight build, explained how he had lost his investigation, how sad it was, but that he needed to fill the investigators position as soon as possible. He told me Bill Moore highly recommended me for the position. He wanted to know what I charged and I told him $55 per hour plus expenses. He said that seemed reasonable and he asked how soon I could start. I told him it would take me about a week to finish up the few cases I had. He said that was fine and he asked if I had any questions. I did. I had many questions.

I learned Green’s law office had three attorneys total, that he started his career as a prosecuting attorney for the Justice Department in Los Angeles where he worked for about 12 years before starting his own firm about 14 years ago, and that now he mostly defended individuals in Federal Court who were charged with white collar crimes. At present his firm had over 100 active cases.

I asked Green if he knew about the nature of my association with Bill Moore. He said he did and he wasn’t fazed by talk about ufos, aliens, conspiracy theories or black military programs. I told him I was deeply in debt and not credit worthy. That didn’t bother him. Finally, I told him all I had done for the past 20 years was defend civil litigation and investigate people for fraud. All he wanted to know was how soon I could start.

Green then told me he had a very important case that needed immediate attention. He said he had filed suit against the State of New Mexico on behalf of the parents of a boy who had died after drinking contaminated water from a lake in a remote recreational area. He said the State knew the water was hazardous to drink and they failed to post warning signs. He wanted me to fly out as soon as possible, grab a rental car and drive to the remote recreational area, take photographs, and then interview 13 witnesses. After that, he said, he had enough work to keep me busy full time. I told Green I had to think about his offer for a couple of days. He said that would be all right, we shook hand and I left.

The more I thought about Green’s offer, the weirder it seemed. And, admittedly, with all that had happened to me I was still somewhat paranoid. I asked myself if it was a dream come true, a chance to fully recover, or was it a dream just too good to be true? Green had worked for the Feds and he certainly had some current association with the Chief of the Criminal Division who I had met in 2000. Recall that Richard Doty, Bill Moore’s complicitious AFOSI partner was in New Mexico running the state police. Now, out of nowhere Moore calls and I am invited to visit a remote area in New Mexico. For what? A friend once told me that the best place to bury a body is beneath a protected, endangered cactus. The roots are shallow and no one would ever dig it up for fear of receiving a huge fine. Too many coincidences. It didn’t feel right then and it still doesn’t feel right.

Two days later one of Green’s attorneys called me on behalf of Green asking if I’d made a decision about the job offer. He said Green had interviewed a number of eligible candidates for the position, but Green wanted to get my decision first. I had already talked myself out of the job and I told him I would have to decline the offer. After I hung up I wrote Green a letter and explained I couldn’t see myself defending white collar criminals when my entire career had been spent doing the opposite.

Was it a mistake? Probably. Maybe. I just don’t know.

Justice Department

One winter weekend Eli and I drove into the San Gabriel Mts to look for snow. We had to go quite a long way before we found it, all the way to Wrightwood where there is a ski slope. Eli talked me into renting skis and lift tickets. He immediately took to skiing but suffered innumerable falls before he got the hang of it. Afterwards, back in the car and heading home, he told me skiing was probably the most fun he had ever had. Thoughtfully he added, “You know dad, I’m going to have to work really hard because there are so many things I want to do.”At the end of 1999 I had to decide whether to live and work from my office or my apartment. I couldn’t afford both. Since the office rent was double that of my apartment, I chose the apartment. I managed to get out of my office lease and the last job I had for the remaining people who worked for me was to move the office furniture and files to storage. I had rented a storage facility in Pasadena since 1992, primarily for old investigation files. By the time we got all the files moved to storage, I estimated they totaled some 6,000 cases. I had my office telephone number transferred to my apartment and I felt I could live comfortably on the cases I might get if I did most of the work myself. I planned to subcontract some work if it was more than I could handle. I had incurred some debt trying to keep the office open from October 1999 to January 2000, but I was sure I could pay it off and still pay my ex-wife for Eli. My credit was sterling and I still had my 40 acres in Arizona and a few investments. And, as luck would have it, I managed to get on the investigator’s list for the County of Los Angeles. That, with the work I was still getting from the TPA that adjusted claims for Macy’s, I felt fairly secure. I had been devastated by the events that had taken place, but I felt positive and I was determined to rebuild the business.

In January 2000 I learned the Justice Department, Central District in Los Angeles was advertising for an asset investigator. I decided to apply. I put together a letter that described a rather tricky asset investigation I had conducted involving real estate developers. I quickly received a reply from the Civil Division and an interview was scheduled.

I arrived at the interview dressed in my best suit and tie. The Chief of the Civil Division took one look and me and said, “Something is wrong here.” Apparently, I did not fit his image of an investigator. We talked a while after I interviewed with several people at a conference table and then he said he wanted me to meet the Chief of the Criminal Division. We walked across the street and entered another, larger Federal Building.

When I entered the criminal chief’s office I was surprised to see the walls decorated with fine art. Although she seemed all too serious we shared a common interest, art. She pulled out my resume and after busting my chops about a misspelled word, she reflected on my having a BA in fine art. It turned out she had done most of the art hanging on her walls. She met weekly with a small group of artists including Ed Ruche, a highly respected Los Angeles artist. When we finally got down to the business at hand something of a trade off ensued.

The Feds needed an asset investigator to collect many millions of dollars in defaulted student loans, principally from physicians who apparently believed the government was responsible for their education. I told them about databases available to investigators, one in particular that specialized in California records. Seems they were behind the curve on that one. I also told them about my experience at RAND in 1998. The criminal chief asked me if I was a communist. I actually laughed. The civil chief was fairly familiar with covert, black projects and secret assets and as the head of criminal asked questions to which I responded, the head of civil filled in details. My reason for divulging the information was that clearly RAND had violated some federal law by allowing me into a secured area of their building and displaying detailed information of nuclear defense scenarios. I felt the Feds would be obliged to investigate thereby forcing the bad guys to abandon their campaign against me, especially since they violated my civil rights without justification. In fact, I had done nothing other than compile open source information.

Needless to say, I did not get the job with the Feds. But within days the harassment, hang up telephone calls and opened mail, had stopped and I felt the burden of their activity lift from my shoulders. Now, I felt all I had to do recover and move on.

Brief Commentary

In his formative years Eli went through a strange period of practical joking. As an example he once offered me a potato chip from a bag he was eating. I thanked him and ate it. He laughed hysterically and finally told me he had accidentally dropped it on the ground before he gave it to me.

I was raised, like most of us in good ole America, to believe in truth, honesty, compassion, fairness and justice. By the end of 1999 I felt naive and down right stupid. My civil rights had been blatantly violated over and over again. During those years I did research in an effort to understand the reality of national objectives as opposed to the myth I was taught as a child. I was sorely disappointed when I came across statements made by such men as George Kennan, one of the “Wise Men”:

Policy Planning Study 23 (PPS23), a top secret planning document written by George Kennan (head of the State Department Planning Staff) in 1948:

“we have about 50% of the world’s wealth but only 6.3% of its population. … In this situation, we cannot fail to be the object of envy and resentment. Our real task in the coming period is to devise a pattern of relationships which will permit us to maintain this position of disparity … To do so, we will have to dispense with all sentimentality and day-dreaming; and our attention will have to be concentrated everywhere on our immediate national objectives. We need not deceive ourselves that we can afford today the luxury of altruism and world-benefaction. … We should cease to talk about vague and … unreal objectives such as human rights, the raising of the living standards, and democratization. The day is not far off when we are going to have to deal in straight power concepts. The less we are then hampered by idealistic slogans, the better.”

So, I asked myself, if Kennan’s statement reflects the true national objective, how does it play out in military matters? As Kennan said, “… we are going to have to deal in straight power concepts.” It seems the military is in a position to do just that:

JUL 09, 1999 MEMORANDUM FOR SECRETARIES OF THE MILITARY DEPARTMENTS CHAIRMAN OF THE JOINT CHIEFS OF STAFF UNDER SECRETARIES OF DEFENSE DIRECTOR OF DEFENSE RESEARCH AND ENGINEERING ASSISTANT SECRETARIES OF DEFENSE GENERAL COUNSEL OF THE DEPARMENT OF DEFENSE INSPECTOR GENERAL OF THE DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE ASSISTANTS TO THE SECRETARY OF DEFENSE DIRECTORS OF DEFENSE AGENCIES SUBJECT: Department of Defense Space Policy Introduction For over forty years, the United States has led the world in the national security uses of outer space. The last major revision of DoD Space Policy, however, was in 1987 during the Cold War. Major changes have taken place since that time which warrant a significant update to reflect new priorities and the nation’s evolving space policies and guidance. The increasing importance of space activities to the security and defense of the United States requires a comprehensive and coherent space policy. Such a policy is necessary to maintain the nation’s leadership role in space into the next century and achieve U.S. national security objectives. Accordingly, DoD Space Policy is updated by this memorandum and the issuance of DoD Directive 3100.10, “Space Policy.”

E2.1.3. Space Control. Combat and combat support operations to ensure freedom of action in space for the United States and its allies and, when directed, deny an adversary freedom of action in space. The space control mission area includes: surveillance of space; protection of U.S. and friendly space systems; prevention of an adversary’s ability to use space systems and services for purposes hostile to U.S. national security interests; negation of space systems and services used for purposes hostile to U.S. national security interests; and directly supporting battle management, command, control, communications, and intelligence. E2.1.4. Space Forces. The space and terrestrial systems, equipment, facilities, organizations, and personnel necessary to access, use, and, if directed, control space for national security. E2.1.5. Space Power. The total strength of a nation’s capabilities to conduct and influence activities to, in, through, and from the space medium to achieve its objectives. E2.1.6. Space Superiority. The degree of dominance in space of one force over another, which permits the conduct of operations by the former and its related land, sea, air, and space forces at a given time and place without prohibitive interference by the opposing force. E2.1.7. Space Support. Combat service support operations to deploy and sustain military and intelligence systems in space. The space support mission area includes launching and deploying space vehicles, maintaining and sustaining spacecraft on-orbit, and deorbiting and recovering space vehicles, if required. E2.1.8. Space Systems. All of the devices and organizations forming the space network. These consist of: spacecraft; mission package(s); ground stations; data links among spacecraft, ground stations, mission or user terminals, which may include initial reception, processing, and exploitation; launch systems; and directly related supporting infrastructure, including space surveillance and battle management/command, control, communications, and computers.

Anyone who thinks the AF isn’t flying assets in and out of space on an almost daily basis is dumber than I am.

So, who is the AIA Bill Moore referred to? See Air Force Policy Directive 10-20, 1 October 1998, operations, Air Force Defensive Counter Information Operations at http://www.e-publishing.af.mil/pubfiles/af/10/afpd10-20/afpd10-20.pdf . These guys are as serious as death. In late 1999 I had two goals. One, to weather the storm as the pyschologist Rick said. And two, try to get the monkey (the bad guys) off my back. Easier said than done on both accounts.

Bill Moore

Eli has turned into something of a warrior. Counterstrike was replaced by paintball. He keeps trying to talk me into playing with him. I told him I was afraid he would nail me in the back of the head with a dozen balls to revenge his anger over my leaving LA. He swears he wouldn’t do that, but I’m still hesitant.

When I learned my telephone and office were bugged in 1999 I ransacked my desk looking for the information sheet the AFOSI guy faxed me in January. The guy apparently knew something I did not, like the identity of those individuals or organizations responsible for wreaking havoc in my life. I discovered the fax, along with other personal papers, were missing. All I could think about was the suspicious looking cable guy I’d let into the building.

I thought of other ways I might be able to locate the guy and remembered that the other of the original Roswell and Philadelphia Experiment books, Bill Moore, colluded with an AFOSI investigator Richard Doty to disinform a snoopy scientist in New Mexico. The scientist ended up in a mental institution, paranoid aliens were kidnapping, boiling and ingesting humans. I knew Doty had retired from the AF and if Moore still knew him I might get some information.

It didn’t take long. A search through a couple of investigator databases and I had Moore’s mailing address, a private PO in Burbank, CA. I wrote him a letter briefly describing my need to locate an AFOSI investigator who was stationed in San Franciso in January 1999. A week later Bill telephoned my office and he agreed to meet me there.

Bill arrived at the scheduled appointment time and I buzzed him into the building. A couple investigators were in the office at the time and after Bill introduced himself to me, I introduced him to them. We briefly chatted and then decided to take our conversation next door to Russel’s Cafe. Bill Moore was about 50 years old with long, gray hair tied in a ponytail. He wore a black leather jacket with a Harley Davidson logo on the back and jeans.

Once were were seated in a quiet booth at the back of Russel’s, Bill’s first question was, “How did you find me?” “I’m an investigator,” I told him. He said, “Oh, yeah.”

I explained my situation to Bill and asked him he was still in touch with Doty. He said he was. I asked him he thought Doty might help. He said he would do what he could. I asked him what he thought about my situation. He said his best guess was that I had really, really ed someone off. Who, I asked. He said it sound like the AIA (Air Intelligence Agency). I had never heard of such an agency. We finished our coffees and Bill promised he would talk to Doty. He told me it might take a week or two because Doty was now Chief of Police over the New Mexico State Troopers.

Almost two weeks later Bill called and asked me if we could meet again. We set an appointment time and I told him I would buy him breakfast. He seemed to like that idea.

When Bill arrived for our meeting he wore the same clothes he had worn before, sort of a uniform I guessed. We went to Russel’s, ordered up breakfast and ate. Bill told me, while eating a sausage, he had spoken with Doty and he was not willing to help. In fact, Bill told me, the word was that if I didn’t stop what I was doing (investigating black programs) they had every right to kidnap me and lock me in a prison inside of Ft. Leavenworth for the rest of my life. No one would ever know what happened to me. He reached for a folder he had carried and asked me if I wanted to see the Supreme Court ruling that justified such action. I told him I did not.

Bill talked about his latest project, an account of which I briefly described in an article I wrote in 2004 (see http://www.unexplained-mysteries.com/viewcolumn.php?id=21) After eating I asked Bill if the AFOSI gave him the inside information about aliens as they promised for helping Doty set up the scientist. He said they did not and that in all the years he investigated aliens the only thing he learned was that they are shape shifters. That is, they could appear as anything or anyone they wanted to be.

Coup de grace, cont.

When Eli was eleven years old I took him to dinner at Hooters in Old Town Pasadena. He ordered a bucket of clams. The big bosomed waitress found it hard to believe. She passed the word on to the other waitresses and when his clams arrived three waitresses huddled around him, boobs hanging out, and watched him eat. “Is it good, do you like it?” they asked. That is the kind of attention a kid needs, I said to myself, barely able to eat because I was laughing so hard.

From January to September 1999 my business averaged over 35 new assignments per month plus about 10 reopens. I had about 75 regular customers that included law firms, third party administrators (they adjust claims for self insured companies), insurance companies, individual businesses and other investigation companies. In October 1999 I got 3 assignments and 2 reopens. At first I thought it was a business anomaly, but I was wrong. In November I got 7 assignments and in December 5 assignments. For all practical purposes I was out of business. I began laying of employees and on December 31, 1999 I laid off my last four people, three investigators and my video/computer assistant. I intended to keep the business going by doing all the investigations myself, typing my own reports and sending out bills.

My assistant, who had worked for me for seven years, was a month from getting his BSEE in computer engineering when I laid him off. When he applied for unemployment insurance they told him he was not entitled to collect because their records showed he had only worked for me for seven months. Someone had gone into the records and changed them. He provided documentation of his employment and the record was corrected.

That same employee, originally from Guatemala, had not gotten his US citizenship although he had been approved for it twice in the past couple of years. I encouraged him to follow through on it since he was so near graduation and many companies that might hire him required citizenship. He made an appointment with immigration. When he arrived they left him sitting in the lobby for hours past his appointment time. Eventually, a supervisor came out and told him his application had been rescinded. Later, it was suggested that they might actually deport him. He was married to a citizen, they owned a house and had a cute baby boy. He was forced to hire an attorney. Fortunately, Cal State University Long Beach, where he graduated from, gave him a job in their computer center while he resolved his problems.

None of my customers ever gave me an adequate explanation as to why they quit giving me work. Some, particularly a fellow name Cliff at Fireman’s Fund Insurance in Ontario, CA was out and out hostile, angrily yelled at me and suggested I was incompetent. I had done work for most of my clients for ten years or more.

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In October 1999 two of four computers in my office crashed. I was never able to recover their hard drives. I had to purchase another computer in order to operate the business.

At about the same time I was in the office with several investigators and we were discussing an investigation. The subject of the investigation had a very unusual last name, something like Bootatan. The telephone rang, I answered it, “Chosa Investigation, may I help you?” A male in his 40’s, who I later learned was on a cell telephone with an Orange County prefix, asked to speak with Mr. Bootatan. I said, “What??” He asked again and I responded asking him who the hell he was? He hung up. For the next two weeks we got something like a dozen hang-up telephone calls at the office per day.

A couple of weeks later, an attorney from the east coast who rented an office next to mine, arrived for his one week a month visit to Los Angeles. I overheard him standing in the hallway yelling at the building manager that he had just discovered his fax machine was forwarded to someplace in Upland, CA. It seemed likely that my telephones were wired into his fax. (Eventually, the entire seven story building we were in was debugged.) Several days later I received a telephone call from an investigator friend, Peyton Shur. He told me he had work for me and asked if I could come to his office in Upland so we could discuss it. Desperate for work, I agreed.

Peyton owned Confidential Management Services, an investigation company that specialized in undercover investigations. His clients included nuclear power plants and other government agencies. When Peyton and I met in his office he immediately made it clear that he really did not have work for me. He asked how I was doing and I explained the problems I was having. He seemed to already know all about it. He reminded me that his father had been the Commandant at Edwards Air Force Base. Then he asked me if I knew who occupied the floor below him. I did not. He told me, the Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI). He asked me what other kind of work I considered doing, other than investigation. I was dumbfounded. He said he strongly suggested that I needed to get out of investigation. I thanked him and left.

As a footnote, Peyton was an experienced pilot with over ten thousand hours of flying experience. A couple of years later he crashed his twin engine plane after departing from his private airstrip in Paso Robles, CA and died, under somewhat unusual circumstances. Word had it that he was out of fuel.

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In November I scheduled an appointment with a psychologist whose first name is Rick, in Pasadena. My wife and I went to him in 1998 in an unsuccessful attempt to save our marriage. During my session with Rick I briefly outlined my work problems. Rick had previously told me that he had worked as a psychologist for the Air Force in Germany. I thought he might be sympathetic and offer some advice as to how I might psychologically deal with my problems. He asked me if I did some kind of meditation. I told him I did and he said I should do it regularly to assuage whatever unwanted feelings I had and just weather out the storm. He implied he didn’t want to see me anymore and that there was really nothing he could do for me. He told me my intuition about my situation was probably correct and that I should trust it-trust it and react appropriately. I left his office scratching my head.

Coup de grace

In the third week September 1999 Eli spent the weekend with me. I had to work a couple of hours on Saturday morning so we went into the office about 10 am and left about 12 pm. When we left there was a man standing at the front door, wearing a local cable company shirt, who asked me to let him in. He said he needed to fix a cable line and couldn’t reach the customer on the intercom to get buzzed in. I let him in, but Eli could feel my consternation and when we reached my car he asked what was wrong. I told him I didn’t trust the cable guy. I knew I should have gone back up to my office, but I didn’t. Eli told me so, that I should check it out and I stupidly ignored him.

In late September 1999 my investigators started telling me they thought they were being followed while out working cases. When it continued for a couple of days I instructed them to note the vehicle license plate numbers. They were all California plates. I needed to confirm my suspicion and within a few minutes driving around Pasadena I found I was also being followed. I caught the guy on a cul de sac and got his plate. I remember his swinging his dark van in a wide U-turn at the end of the cul de sac and him just smiling to beat hell. He was young, maybe 22 years old with a military style haircut. When I got back to the office I ran the vehicle plates and they were all registered to a leasing company in Nevada. Impossible to track, especially in Nevada.

Within a week or two I lost my domain name (Chosa.com) email capabilities. I telephoned Delphi, my server in San Francisco who I had used for at least 8 years, and after speaking with several people a supervisor came on the line and told me there was nothing they could do, that these things just happen from time to time. I was flabbergasted, outraged. At the time switching over a domain name to another server was next to impossible. I told the supervisor I needed email to conduct my business. He said he was sorry. I threatened him that I would get a new server if he couldn’t resolve the problem. He told me that he thought that was a good idea. In the following days I switched to Earthlink in Pasadena. I retained my domain name, but not on Earthlink. When the domain name expired it was quickly snapped up by a Japanese company. The word Chosa means research/investigate in Japanese, Chinese and Korean.

These two events were just a harbinger of things to come.

Space Surveillance, cont.

Eli has been exceeding patient with my dysfunctional behavior. He never complained when he had to spend weekends with me at the business, sleeping on the floor, after I separated from his mother. He is rarely in a bad mood.

Francisco Lopez worked from a public library, possibly in DC, with the domain name seflin.org. He offered a newsgroup and lists. I subscribed to his newsgroup, a platform for secret/military/ufo postings in 1998 and 1999 and posted often. After reading The U.S. Intelligence Community, 4th edition, 1999, Westview Press written by Jeffrey T. Richelson I put together a summary of all known space surveillance sensors that included radar detection, optical collection, radio frequency monitoring and the electronic radar fence. Assets are scattered throughout the world and they are performed by GEODSS (Ground-Based Electro-Optical Deep Space Surveillance) at the 18th Space Surveillance Squadron at Edwards AFB, at Stallion Springs, White Sands Missile Range, NM, Diego Garcia Island in the British Indian Ocean Territory and Maui, Hawaii. They optically track objects higher than 3,000 nautical miles out to 22,000 miles and detect items 10,000 times fainter than can be seen by the naked eye. A second set of sensors are operated by NAVSPASUR (Naval Space surveillance systems), essentially the electronic fence from San Diego to Fort Stewart in Georgia. There are other operating units, suffice to say if there were anomalous objects in space they would know about them. NAVSPASUR alone registers on average some 160,000 observations a day.

I sent Franciso an email asking him to post my summary to his newsgroup. He asked whether or not he could use my name and I agreed. What I did not know was that when he posted my summary to his newsgroup in late 1999 he slightly altered the introduction by including in large, bold letters my business name, Chosa Investigation, my address and my first and last name. I will never quite figure out why he did that, possibly to cover his ass, but by mid-October 1999 his ten year old database was deleted, permanently, by parties unknown (http://projects.is.asu.edu/pipermail/hpn/2000-January/000011.html). A few posts remain, like the last one I wrote October 10, 1999 about an email conversation I had with Stanton Friedman (see http://www.virtuallystrange.net/ufo/updates/1999/oct/m10-007.shtml) since it was picked up by a larger audience and saved elsewhere. Franciso later claimed it was the fault of his server. Hard to say exactly, but shortly thereafter my worst fears were realized.