31 January 2008
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Published on January 31st, 2008 @ 09:08:27 pm, using 604 words, 77 views
Alleged Purchase of Classified Documents Sparks Investigation
Recent reports to a U.S. Government official regarding the alleged sale of classified documents, has sparked an investigation into the individuals behind both the solicitation of the buyer, and whether the documents involved are actually authentic government documents.
In eary November 2007, Bob Collins, a retired Air Force intelligence officer formerly with the Foreign Technology Division and author of the book Exempt from Disclosure, published a statement in response to questions about an allegedly classified document from his book entitled “Adam and Eve Report”. In his online comments he wrote:
“It wasn’t Officially Declassified anymore than other material I have here. No government agency would acknowledge any of it, the same for the DIA docs. I paid Rick for his services so the material belongs to me…..Rmc”
Several sources who were part of the email discussions report that Collins further stated that the “Adam & Eve” information came from Richard C. Doty’s sources in 1999 when they had allegedly received payment from millionaire and philanthropist Joe Firmage in exchange for still-classified documents.
According to the government source familiar with the investigation, Richard Doty told Bob Collins that his sources were LANL (Los Alamos National Laboratory) employees, however would not provide those names. The source indicated that a preliminary investigation revealed that there were no such documents, and there were no reports of any security breach at the National Lab in or around 1999, and there were no such documents related to any past security breaches.
If true, and depending on the nature of, and intended use of this information, this activity could represent a form of espionage. Espionage, in the United States, is classified as “The act of obtaining, delivering, transmitting, communicating, or receiving information about the national defense with an intent, or reason to believe, that the information may be used to the injury of the United States or to the advantage of any foreign nation. Espionage is a violation of 18 United States Code 792-798 and Article 106, Uniform Code of Military Justice[1].”
Several members of the forum and individuals copied on private email exchanges reported these statements to a U.S. Official within the Intelligence community, in a position to investigate.
This official initiated an investigation into these complaints, and conducted preliminary interviews with Richard C. Doty and Robert Collins prior to passing the complaints on to CI (Counter-Intelligence) Staff. It is uncertain at this point whether a formal report has yet been submitted to the Justice Department for further investigation.
In a similar case in 1995, John Douglas Charlton, a retired Lockheed Corporation engineer, was arrested for attempting to sell secret documents removed from the company when he retired. These documents concerned Sea Shadow, a Navy stealth project and the Captor Project related to mines that could release anti-sub torpedoes. According to the espionage indictment, Charlton tried to sell the information to an FBI agent posing as a foreign government representative.
“Hill, an Air Force veteran, was paid $25,000 for files from November 1999 until last week, according to a six-page complaint filed in U.S. District Court in New York. He was arrested Friday in Las Vegas after allegedly faxing classified information drawn from computer files to an FBI informant in New York.”
If the Adam & Eve documents have any sort of classified information, as implied by those who’ve released them - Rick Doty, or whoever else took part in the financial exchange, can face up to 15 to 20 years in prison and a $500,000 fine if convicted.
If the documents are fake or fabricated - it is likely the investigation will simply be dropped.
Originally submitted November 15th, 2007 - RealityUncovered.com
21 January 2008
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Published on January 21st, 2008 @ 11:16:41 pm, using 2159 words, 154 views
The Final Act - a Metaphor
The holding room was small and cramped - nothing in it except a rectangular metal table, a beast of a thing with four white metal folding chairs placed around it, one on each side. Seated in one of these chairs, at the “head” of the table was one very handsome older gentleman. His hair was a dark grey, his beard very well kept and his hair carefully combed to the side. Dressed head to toe in an expensive italian suit, he was seated back with his leg crossed relaxed over the other, his hands in his lap, fingers interlaced as he slowly twirled his thumbs around eachother. He stared absently at the table before him with the tiniest of smiles traced across his lips. Occasionally he would glance up at the two-way mirror on the wall, vaguely aware of a silent pair of eyes watching them both from the other side.
To his side was seated another older gentleman. Clearly a scientist of some sort, he was dressed in a grey suit with several pens in his breast pocket. His hair was slightly darker than the other man seated near him, but this man was clearly somewhat more nervous. He was leaning forward over the table, scribbling notes down in a journal in front of him - pausing occassionally to tap the top of his pen against his lips, blinking his eyes a few times behind the glasses which were balanced on his nose, and then as a thought occurred to him, he put his pen back to the journal and continued scribbling notes.
As the door opened and a young detective walked in, both men visibly jumped. The scientist quickly snapped shut his journal and returned the pen back to his pocket, the other gentleman uncrossed his leg, leaned forward and placed his hands on the table, still with the fingers interlaced. As he looked toward the young detective a wide grin stretched across his entire face.
“Detective McArthur! How good to see you again after so long!” the gentleman said pleasantly as he leaned forward to stand up, intending to shake the young detective’s hand.
“That’s okay, please stay seated Dr. Grey.” Detective McArthur responded quickly as he strode over to the other end of the short table. He was wearing a dark suit from head to toe, almost like the kind of suit a banker would wear. He was carrying a black briefcase at his side. Dr. Grey had seen Detective McArthur often at the various meetings they’d had over the previous few years…he’d always wondered what the Detective kept tucked inside that insipid briefcase. He had some idea what some of the documents probably were, but surely not all of them. He was not presumptuous enough to ever ask outright. He was sure that he would learn eventually anyway.
As the detective sat at the other end of the table, he noticed Dr. Ishkov seated to his right, looking nervously at a spot at the table in front of him - avoiding the detective’s stare, not saying a word.
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“Dr. Grey, I presume you know why I’ve asked you both to come here…” the detective began.
“Oh please…you know you can call me Tim? Don’t you John?” Dr. Grey interrupted. “And who’s behind the mirror?”
“No, I think it’s best we stick to formalities here Doctor,” John explained,ignoring the question. “We certainly know eachother well enough at this point, but considering the direction this investigation has taken and the current circumstances, it’s probably best if we keep this as formal as possible.”
“Yes, yes of course - as always you remain appropriately professional. You are absolutely correct Detective, I would do the same - maintaining formality would be best,” Dr. Grey smiled widely at the detective.
“Dr. Grey….Dr. Ishkov…I’ve asked you to come in today because, as you know, we were aware of your surveillance of the armed bank robbery two years ago.”
“Yes - we’ve been over this many, many times detective,” Dr. Grey explained. “We have a great number of our own sources, and had heard something fascinating was going to happen on that day - so we’d set up our own surveillance team on the 10th floor of the office building across the street. We obviously didn’t know if our sources had provided anything accurate, so we didn’t want to bother the authorities until we’d verified that something real was going to occur…that’s why we were there with our surveillance equipment - I told you that… ”
“Yes…you did,” Detective McArthur stood up and ceremoniously reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a small silver key. Even Dr. Ishkov looked over at the key….neither of these men had ever seen the detective open the briefcase. He’d always just carried it around from meeting to meeting, setting it down at his feet at the beginning, and then picking it up and taking it away at the end. He had never opened it in their presence, or in the presence of anyone they’d ever spoken to who’d talked to the detective. The detective sat back down, and place the small silver key on the table in front of him. Dr. Ishkov’s eyes remained fixed on the small key…a small bead of sweat visibly appeared on his brow.
“However…” Detective McArthur began, “the case is finally coming to a close. It’s only fair that you have an opportunity to respond to the evidence at hand…”
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“Detective…with all due respect…” Dr. Grey started as he leaned back in his chair again, and placed his hands behind his head. “You are a young detective. You’ve been here for barely a year now. Dr. Ishkov here and I have been investigating these kinds of cases as part of our private research for a great number of years - the sociopathic and psychopathic tendencies and inherent characteristics of the kind of men who conduct armed robberies. I’ve met and spoken with several mayors, over time, on matters of criminal psychology. I’ve even advised several senators who were working on pushing more harsh criminal laws.”
Dr. Grey pushed back his chair slightly, stood up, and walked over to the window. Detective McArthur was about to ask him to sit down again…but then thought better of it.
“Son….” Dr. Grey continued, “You’ve much to learn about the process of investigation. These men…they are cold, hard, criminals - some are terribly stupid, but others are brilliant psychopaths who are capable of things you could only imagine. And other things you couldn’t. During the months I’ve known you - you’ve attempted to imply that my very, very good friend Ray Moody was one of the masked men who ran out of the bank that day.”
“I’ve already explained to you that I know Ray. He is a good man, he would never, ever do anything as stupid as that. You say the plates on the getaway car matched his - I’ve already showed you how easy it is to swap license plates with someone elses, I have several federal agents who’ve shown me cases where it’s happened before, and Ray himself even admitted to me that his own license plate was missing for an entire two days when this event happened! Yet you continue to go over the same old so-called ‘evidence’ every time we meet. This is getting very old, and I simply do not have the time to keep having these same discussions with you. I have a medical practice to run, in case you haven’t noticed.”
Detective McArthur smiled at the Doctor and nodded. He quietly picked the key up off the table, slid it into the briefcase, and turned it. With a soft click, both latches popped open. As the detective slowly raised open the briefcase in front of him, Dr. Grey pursed his lips, his smile now reduced to a thin line, and slowly walked back over to his chair to sit down again. As he did so, his eyes remained fixed on the briefcase….the dreadful briefcase.
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“Detective… listen, John.” Dr. Grey began again.
Detective McArthur paused, and glanced over the top of the open briefcase at the man who, over many months had become almost a sort of “friend", or at least a “colleague", who had appeared to sincerely try to assist him in his investigation of the armed robbery. Only recently had he learned that there was more behind the smile than kindness. Creatures with deadly curved teeth lingered within the dark waters that appeared calm only on the surface.
Dr. Grey leaned forward, both elbows on the table, his hands folded together. He pretended to have no interest in the contents of the briefcase. His eyes remained fixed on John’s, his demeanor was one of nothing but calm and control. There was no fear behind the steady stare of those piercing eyes.
“John…you are a young detective. You’re surely bored by the cases these small-timers at this rinky-dink little local office hand out to you? This is small time crap! You know that John don’t you?”
Dr. Grey again pushed his chair back, stood up, and began pacing in a small circle - excitedly talking with his hands.
“In all these months we’ve worked together on this case, you and I, I’ve seen more insight and intelligence from you than any other investigator I’ve ever worked with. You have real talent John….real honest-to-goodness talent! You’re nothing like the others John…you really are something special. I would bet that the FBI would be very interested in a talented detective as yourself. I know the division Chief in Boston John, I could make a few quick calls and maybe set up a meeting for you - you’d be out of this dusty excuse for a police station in no time. You can’t be happy with this meager paycheck and these horrid hours. Any perks? Probably not. Let’s just forget all this nonsense and start working on the real interesting cases - the big time, the hard criminals who belong in the federal pen! What do you say John? You with me or what?”
Finishing his pitch, Dr. Grey stood there in his finely pressed suit, brilliantly shined shoes, with his hands on his hips and stared at Detective McArthur, waiting for his reply.
Detective McArthur, to Dr. Ishkov’s dismay, pulled out only one piece of paper, re-closed the briefcase and stood up. Carrying the briefcase with him, and the paper in the other hand, he walked up to where Dr. Grey was standing. As they faced eachother, Detective McArthur looked directly into Dr. Grey’s eyes…looking for some sign of fear, or guilt, or even some depth of feeling beyond the brilliantly rehearsed facial expressions. There was nothing. Somewhere in the depths of those two deep pools of his soul, Dr. McArthur thought he saw something move….the shadow of a dark serpent flickered within those depths…but it could have only been his imagination. The next moment, those eyes betrayed nothing yet again.
“Dr. Grey…” McArthur smiled at his friend, “this thing goes beyond Moody. This thing is bigger than him. You know that, and I know that. You’re either covering for these people, or you truly are clueless about what’s going on here. If there’s anything I know about you, Dr. Grey, it is that you are not clueless.”
McArthur handed Dr. Grey the piece of paper. The doctor took it carefully and quickly read it over…it took less than a minute. Dr. Grey looked back up at McArthur.
“This is fascinating!” Dr. Grey exclaimed as he quickly went over to the table to slide the paper on the table in front of Dr. Ishkov. He then turned back to McArthur, “who told you about this…this is the first I’ve heard about any of this! Very interesting….”
McArthur stared silently at Dr. Grey…then he walked over to the table, picked up the piece of paper, and headed for the door.
“But…wait a second now…what about what else you’ve got in that damn briefcase? Who did you talk to - obviously you’ve got something interesting there - that’s where you should be focusing your research, not on us detective! ” Dr. Grey demanded.
McArthur turned around, and with a dry smile responded, “Everything that was in here is now typed - condensed into over 60 pages. It is in the form of a report that will be submitted to my boss by the end of next month. I just need to finish editing and rewriting….you know how much I love rewriting and revising my work, Dr. Grey. But I assure you that you, at least, will not be surprised by anything it contains - because, Dr. Grey, you already know. All this time, and you still will not admit it - but you already know. Now it’s time for everyone else to know.”
With that, he turned around and walked out.
13 January 2008
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Published on January 13th, 2008 @ 01:09:33 am, using 354 words, 76 views
It’s already 1:00 in the morning, and accomplishments today amount to posting almost 20 antiques on Ebay (my lovely second job), and following up with Leslie over at CSi/www.freedomofinfo.org to get some feedback on the Maccabee Callahan issue.
Interested?
It’s the latest breaking news at the moment having to do with the big news story back in November 2007 - (http://www.freedomofinfo.org/science/Callahansummary.pdf). If you recall - it was stated that:
At the conclusion of the hand-off briefing the CIA advised they were “confiscating all the data, this event never happened, we were never here and you are all sworn to secrecy.” They also advised they would not notify the media as “it would scare the public.”
Turns out that there’s some uncertainty as to whether the person who made that statement to Callahan at the FAA/CIA meeting actually represented the CIA. One of my new friends, ex-CIA, was present at an FAA/CIA meeting on this matter. He says that Bruce Maccabee, the well-known and respected UFO researcher was present at the meeting, introduced as an “associate". He claims that Bruce and Callahan had the exchange regarding delaying “desseminating” the FAA’s data to the public. However the data was released to Maccabee.
The implications here are that, as appears to often be the case when dealing with the subject of UFO’s…confusion, misunderstanding, and assumptions abound. No surprise there.
The problem, however, is that when quotes such as John Callahan’s are published in the national news media…people simply take it at face value. Most believe that the CIA covered up yet another UFO sighting. Intrigue and mystery multiplies…and people become ever more convinced that the government knows something and whatever it knows, it’s hiding.
Now imagine the story is true…and that the statement wasn’t made by a CIA representative, but by a UFO researcher himself. If it’s true, will it make the news? Will the people who’ve assumed there’s a cover-up accept the error of their previous assumptions?
According to the record…probably not.
Back to the shadow…
And back to the bigger story…but first - sleep.
11 January 2008
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Published on January 11th, 2008 @ 10:19:47 pm, using 1151 words, 124 views
This is the story of a man. What you have here, first, is the shadow. And in the passing of events, conversations, and stories...I hope that you can get to know the reality. Life has gotten crazy...and this blog is a quiet place to contemplate and analyze. Those who choose to follow these exploits, I offer three pieces of advice:
(1) These are all true events, told as accurately as possible.
(2) I am not making anything up.
(3) Do Not Panic.
Most of you who know me only know the shadow...not the reality.
This is the real Ryan Dube: the end of a 5,280 ft high climb up Mt. Katahdin after busting his ankle only 1 mile into the 15 hour grueling hike. At the end of the day, the ankle was 3 times it's normal size.
So what about this particular journey...the one we find ourselves in the middle of now...the one that began back in November of 2005?
November 2005 feels like ages ago. I felt about 15 years younger at the start of this investigation. I did not know a single member of the Aviary...nor did I want to. Spooks were spooky. Spies could remain in the dark shadows of spy novels and out of my life. Kooky ufo nutters wrote books about Alien Technology - like microchips, stealth technology, and computers. The real world was the dream of a fast car, a higher raise next year, and bits and bytes of the daily job. This is only the beginning. But we've finally reached an end. Here goes.
I've begun this blog as an outlet to brainstorm. Read it if you like, ignore it if you don't. Some enjoy my writing, others hate me for it. Here's hoping you will enjoy.
In the beginning there was Steve. Mr. ZepTepi - the computer guru in the UK, networking genius, and a philosophical guy with a penchant for languages and egyptian history. The day we met he was in the middle of a battle. I was only looking for a little bit of info on Bill Ryan, the public "face" of a brand new only UFO story titled "Project Serpo". Little did I know that Steve had already uncovered more than I could have imagined. But I'm getting ahead of myself here...
Steve was embroiled in a battle in a private area of ATS (a large online forum community discussing "fringe" subjects) - there were a number of moderators quite up in arms over the fact that Bill Ryan had given Steve the "keys to the kingdom". Access to the Serpo.org server in order to assist him with the website. Steve and Bill were on very good terms. ATS and Bill were quickly sliding downhill. I was on a private mission to uncover the chink in the chain Bill was obvously building...as it was clear to a growing number of folks that "Project Serpo" was obviously an online Con-Job. Though a deep part of me was hoping to uncover that at least some portion of the wild story was authentic.
Steve and I had a discussion that first night we met. After he vented about getting attacked by some of the moderators for his close position with suspected-hoaxer Bill ...the conversation turned to Serpo. Steve, with a background in languages and linguistics, had studied each release carefully, and compared it to the various individuals known to be active and controversial within ufology....Burisch, Lear, Titor, etc...
Steve wanted to test me.
"I've been thinking a long time about this. And I think I know who has written these releases. I sent him an email not long ago asking him for his input regarding Serpo... This is what he sent..."
Steve pasted the entire reply from Rick, but didn't show me the header of the email - or who it was from.
I read it and responded:
"The grammar's familiar..."
"My first thought too...you know why right?" he asked.
"Written just like..."
"Serpo." Steve finished the sentence for me.
"Yes...like Serpo."
Case closed. Or it should have been. Why we ever decided to continue into deeper waters, I'll never understand. Some had hinted a few ex-cia spooks were involved. I wanted nothing to do with them.
Had anyone told me I'd be having daily phone conversations with them - I would have gone running in the other direction. This is why god has not gifted me with visions of the future. I'd get nothing done. He has offered both of us with other gifts, of which I'm quite grateful. More on that in a bit. For now.... we need to focus. The goal is as clear as it was on that first day, the focus is broad and will take some time to cover. This will need to be done carefully and in a series of entries here - and articles on our website at www.realityuncovered.com. All free, all for public consumption, nothing for sale. Sane? Not sure...
In Vietnam, certain point-men were famous for their instict to detect booby traps....to the point where they became legends and a belief grew among the GI's that their ability bordered on the paranormal. If you are reading this...if you're with me...let me be on point, for now. The trail is littered with booby traps and bloated bodies set there to deter and/or distract us. Stick with me, ignore the distractive maneuvers, and we'll make it to the top of the hill alive. We'll win this final battle together.
Today is the day we speak. Today is the start of the perfect storm. New Age religions speak of the necessity of perfect duality...the ying and yang. Call this the dualistic real disclosure to their metaphysical unreal disclosure. We will be the disclosure that you can touch and feel, as well as theorize. Time is long past for progress in the field of UFOlogy. I say government disclosure is a pipe dream. Only a revolution of the public mind will bring the truth forward.
Please try to stay seated. Please stay calm. And please, whatever happens, keep a firm grasp on your sanity. The sane are quickly becoming outnumbered. We need to stick together. We're a team here, for better or worse. May god give us the strength, endurance, and perserverence to write this story all the way to the end. If National Security becomes an issue, I'm sure we'll get a phonecall. At this point, I could care less. Short of a personal visit from the FBI with a warrant or a court order to shut my mouth (and even then...I'm not so sure) - we will reveal as much as we can straight through to the end. On that day, when we reach the end of this story - I hope you're still there, my friend...crusader of truth. Every journey begins with the first step. Consider this the first step.
-Ry
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