THE AIR FORCE
Even though I once suffered a severe accident under very suspicious
Encounter in the Pleiades for a description), I
did not realize that at the time of his arrest, John Ford's problem
was actually my problem. I now realize that I was also a major
target of the arrest.
I believe it may have all begun back in 1992 during the
investigation of the South Haven Park crash. This was a UFO crash
that occurred in a public park which is practically in the backyard
of Brookhaven Labs. John received information which led him to
believe that a ship came in and dropped some pods before eventually
crashing at the lab. Although we did not have access to Brookhaven
Labs, we were able to look all over South Haven Park and the
property which is right behind police headquarters in Yaphank.
We were looking right under the nose of
town officials who owned property right next to this location.
Consequently, we were seen by a lot of Brookhaven town people as we
investigated on county property. Although we were just nosing around
for UFO debris, we certainly would have alerted anyone who had
anything to hide. In retrospect, this made us all potential targets
for retaliation. UFO investigation did not necessarily have anything
to do with it. However, it should be mentioned that the bridal
trails at South Haven Park were inaccessible the day after the crash
as the Army occupied the territory, presumably doing a cleanup of
At the same time, John Ford and his neighbors had formed a political
committee to stop the expansion of the town garbage dump. The dump
has a buffer zone around it which separates it from the community.
The town wanted to take this buffer zone and designate it as "Cell
Number 3" and use it for dumping. In turn, John Ford's property, as
well as that of his neighbors, would be designated the new buffer
zone. During this time, one of the local ladies who was a part of
this committee took a job working as a receptionist at the town
dump. She kept a private diary of who came and went and noted what
was being carried in. That is probably what the police were looking
for when they searched John's house at the time of his arrest. They
literally tore the place apart. As this story unfolds, this aspect
with regard to the town dump will become much clearer.
Anyone watching us at South Haven park that day might have also seen
my two-tone blue van with antennas on the roof and scientific
equipment in the back. It was parked at John Ford's off and on that
day. Most people would look at my contraptions and not have the
slightest idea what it actually is. That would have spooked any
observers who surely would have reported it. As we were also near
the dump, they probably figured I had been sent in with
environmental equipment to sample the air and get data for John Ford
and his ad hoc committee which they surely knew about.
It was after this time period that someone began to repeatedly
loosen the lug nuts on my vehicles and so try to cause an accident.
I had a lot of runins with different officials including the
police. I did not feel safe and sought out whatever protection I
could find. Finally, I consulted my friend who I call the Colonel.
He and the group he represented wanted to keep my rear end out of
the fire. In order to protect me and to keep me from being arrested
like John Ford, they provided protection which allegedly came
through the Air Force.
I was given an 800 number that I could
call if things got too tight. I used this more than a few times, and
it even saved me from being arrested on one occasion. As I was being
taken into custody, military policemen miraculously appeared and
superseded the local police force that was involved. I was told that
I was receiving protection from the Air Force because I was one of
only four people on the planet who really understood time. This
makes me an indispensable resource as far as they are concerned.
John Ford was not going to sit in jail forever. After being in jail
for over a year, the Northern Exposure TV show was to prove as
prophetic as ever. After a psychiatric examination, he was declared
incompetent to defend himself. His lawyer was suggesting an insanity
plea. John was told this was a stall tactic, and we learned that he
was not in agreement with actually pleading "mental incompetence."
According to his own statements, John Ford was tricked. After the
examination, John was legally declared mentally incompetent and had
no real power to even change his attorney.
Whether or not John Ford's claims about UFOs and the like are true,
we do know that he was a diligent researcher who left no stones
unturned. His lectures were sometimes very dry, but they were
thorough. The files that he had worked so hard to collect for so
many years were confiscated and no one knows what has happened to
them. The doctors did not mention this in their reports!
Fortunately, some of his most precious information was hidden
between the walls and was later recovered by a friend. Nobody fully
understands the entirety of what John Ford knew. One of the reasons
for this is that he kept too many secrets. As is the case with many
intelligence operatives, he was a hoarder of information.
Regardless of the UFO claims, we do know that John was receiving
drugs in prison. Part of this had to do with a back condition, but I
noticed pronounced mood changes during my frequent visits. I was
concerned that they were drugging him in order to make him more
docile and agreeable to an insanity plea. Such a plea would diffuse
anything he had to say because people could consider him to be
To make matters worse, John was to be shipped off to the Mid-Hudson
Sanitarium, a facility that is for the criminally insane. This means
axe murderers and the like. He had already lost his pets, his house,
and his research. Now, he was being sent to a place from which he
has, as of this date, never returned. Even though John was being
sent off to the sanitarium, he felt somewhat relieved. His
"incompetent" status meant the D.A. could not prosecute him, at
least for the time being. At the hearing prior to him being sent
away, the D.A. reserved the right to prosecute him at a later date.
Keep in mind that John Ford was never convicted of any crime. He was
accused, incarcerated, and funneled into a sanitarium after some
psychiatric interviews and a lot of waiting around. It is possible
he may never be allowed to live in the regular world for the rest of
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Many years before the John Ford mess got started, Peter Moon,
Cameron and myself were poking around Camp Hero one day. We were
accompanied by Cori, a lady who lived in the local area. This was
during a period when a huge hole had been dug near the transmitter
building and a huge detoxification program was supposedly underway.
Although a clean up of toxic materials was underway, I believe this
was also used as a ruse for other operations. The place is still
loaded with toxicity.
As the four of us drove around in Peter's car, we noticed that the
front gate to Camp Hero was opened. After seeing a car go right
through, we drove around the neighborhood right next to the base
before parking near a grass field where we could monitor any traffic
coming in and out of the base. Soon after we parked, a huge dump
truck full of what looked like debris came out of the base. To our
surprise, there was no license plate on the rear. This is illegal,
so we thought there might be something very fishy. We took off and
pursued the truck all the way from Montauk Point to the village of
The truck moved at a pretty good clip,
and we wondered if he was trying to evade us. It is about seven
miles between Montauk Point and the village, and as there are no
other roads to speak of, there was really no reason for the driver
of the truck to think he was being pursued. After he passed through
the village at a good clip, we kept on his tail. As soon as he got
out onto the main highway, he obviously sensed we were following
him. He sped off at a tremendous rate and was flying along at well
over seventy miles per hour.
Peter had to stay just above seventy to
even keep him in a reasonable distance, but the truck was going
faster. Believe me, a big dump truck going that fast looks very
suspicious, particularly in a rural area like Montauk. We followed
him another seven miles or so to Amagansett where he was forced to
slow down to a slow crawl. There, we were able to catch up with him
and keep pace until we reached East Hampton. This was about a half
hour in total. Although it was rather late in the day, we wanted to
follow him and find out where he was going with all of the garbage
from Camp Hero. Obviously, he did not want us to know.
Unfortunately, our friend Cori had to
work the next morning and was not up for the trip. We knew it would
be a long one. At East Hampton, Peter pulled in front of the truck
and saw that it actually had a New York license plate on the front,
but only on the front. Although the truck's owners were flaunting
the law, we knew it was at least a registered vehicle. We returned
to take Cori home and abandoned the investigation. The truck had
already passed the East Hampton dump, so we knew it was not going
there. We could only assume it was going to Brookhaven in order to
dump whatever was in the truck. This adventure remained an enigma in
our minds for many years. That was until, one day, the wheels of
justice turned and the wind began to blow in a different direction.
In November 1998, John Powell, the
target of the alleged toothpaste plot by John Ford, was arrested,
hand-cuffed, and jailed on charges he received payoffs for allowing
illegal dumping in the Brookhaven town landfill. He was also accused
of directing a massive "chop-shop" operation. The shocking news of
Powell's arrest was immediately broadcast loud and clear by the New
York city media and was said to rock Long Island politics to its
very core. None of the news reports we heard included even a scant
mention of John Ford or his situation. Nevertheless, floods of
coverage by the press painted a very dark portrait of Powell, John
Ford's chief nemesis.
Powell was among nineteen people charged in a federal complaint
stating they were part of interlocking criminal schemes that
included "chop-shops," extortion, as well as arson, obstruction of
justice, and the sale of narcotics. In the court documents, he was
accused of abusing his political power.
The arrest of Powell, as I have already indicated, was part of a
federal sting operation. Local authorities were bypassed, partly
because it was feared that certain officials would have compromised
the investigation because of their affiliation with Powell. The feds
had been watching the chop-shop operation for over a year but did
not suspect Powell was involved until they raided a trucking company
owned by Joseph Provenzano. The feds had already wired guilty
operator/employees who silently cooperated with the authorities. It
was into this environment that Powell unwittingly walked and began
saying the most incriminating comments possible.
He joked to Provenzano that the latter
was suffering from the effort to turn "legit" because of wariness
about investigators. Powell is quoted in Newsday from the tapes
"You're not robbing and (expletive
omitted) stealing. It's like the withdrawals from a alcoholic."
The next morning the jokes stopped when
federal agents raided Provenzano's salvage yard. Provenzano called
Powell, whose tape recorded response was "Some mother pointed them
(the agents) your way."
Powell then had the unmitigated nerve to show up at the truck yard
and began berating the investigators for harassing him and his
brother (who owns a trucking concern implicated in the scheme). He
even threatened a detective that "he'd get his gold shield for
All of this was extremely brazen behavior for a man who is not even
in public office. His power was obviously enormous. The newspapers
reported his affiliation with Governor George Pataki and how Powell
got him elected. Although Pataki was quick to sympathize with Powell
after John Ford's arrest, the Governor was not making quotes on this
The chop-shop operation came as an unexpected boon to the feds. When
politicians are arrested, it is not usually for something so crass
as street crime. Powell had broken some new ground in this regard.
Still, the illegal dumping charges loomed even larger for him
because they carry heavier penalties. Powell was accused of taking
at least $20,000 in kickbacks to allow illegal dumping in the
Brookhaven landfill. These allegations were made by the owner of a
hauling company who cooperated with the feds. The hauler said he
made payments to Lapienski, the chief deputy commissioner of the
Brookhaven landfill. In court documents, Powell was quoted as
referring to the town dump as "my landfill."
Unlike John Ford, Powell was given a reasonable bail of $100,000 of
which only ten percent had to be put up to a bail bondsman. He was
released, proclaiming his innocence and vowing to win this legal
battle. Fortunately for John Ford, this was a battle that Powell was
not going to win. Powell suffered political disgrace and his career
in this regard has been virtually destroyed. Finally, and at long
last, there was some relief on the horizon. The pressure on John
Ford could let up.
Several months later, Ford's attorney
worked out a plea bargain with the District Attorney whereby Ford
entered a plea of not-guilty by reason of mental incompetence. In
accepting the plea, Judge Gary J. Weber acknowledged that it was
impossible to murder someone by such means as radium in their
toothpaste and directed that Ford be reevaluated mentally for the
purpose of returning him to society. Ford's attorney praised the
decision claiming it was "technically an acquittal." In fact, John
wanted to stand trial but finally accepted the plea bargain after
talking to me. I pointed out that the court had already declared him
mentally incompetent, and there was nothing he could do about that.
He had nothing to lose by accepting their terms. But, it was only
after Powell's arrest and fall from power that Ford was acquitted.
Any coincidence here?
Before accepting the plea bargain, District Attorney Catterson
elicited the approval of the victims of the alleged toothpaste plot
in order to satisfy the judge. By approving of John Ford's
acquittal, Powell was likely seeking the favor of his prosecutors,
but it was too late. Powell had a nightmarish road in front of him.
On December 2nd, 1999, John Powell was found guilty of extortion by
a jury for accepting $20,000 from a local trucker for access to the
Brookhaven town landfill. Shock waves went through the court room as
dozens of supporters gasped or cried. Outside the court, Powell was
indignant and showed no signs of contrition. Questioning the
fairness of the trial, he said he did learn one thing: "Innocent
people go to jail."
The Assistant U.S. Attorney, George
Stamboulidis, was humble in winning the case for the prosecution.
During the trial, he said that the prosecution had "ripped the lid
off. ..the corruption that was John Powell's Brookhaven."
Powell also faced additional charges on racketeering and for being a
known accomplice in the chop-shop ring that "chopped" stolen trucks
and resold them for $50,000 each. After a couple of months, he
pleaded guilty to this charge and admitted his involvement in
accepting bribes. This was apparently an effort on his part to
reduce the time he would spend in prison.
Just as this book went to print, Powell was given a light sentence
of twenty-seven months and was fined $16,000 for his role in the
stolen truck ring. He was ordered to turn himself in to federal
authorities on June 5, 2000. The $16,000 was restitution for his
victims, one of them a lady whose letter was read by the court at
the sentencing. She said that it would take years for her family
business, founded in 1912, to recover from the loss of two trucks
and a bulldozer. There was no mention of any restitution for John
Ford and his difficulties.
Powell's attorney indicated an appeal was unlikely.
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Powell's arrest ended a major chapter in Long Island politics and,
at first glimpse, seemed to considerably ease the pressure on John
Ford. They only problem is that, at this writing, John Ford has been
returned to the sanitarium, and there is no imminent expectation for
his release. He has definitely received a considerable amount of
drugs, if only for his back condition. His UFO investigations have
been rendered null and void. If he is released, there is always the
possibility that he might renew them. Even if he is discredited by
reason of the court declaration, he could always pass data on to
others who could release it under a more suitable public relations
I do not really know if John Ford was arrested for his UFO research,
but there are ample questions that need answering in regard to this.
One thing is very certain. John Ford had made himself the number one
enemy of John Powell by reason of his investigations and knowledge
of the town dump. There was also plenty of infighting between the
two with regard to Brookhaven politics. It is obvious that the
entire affairs between the two men were multilayered and extend to
regions that we may never find out for sure.
To his own detriment, John Ford was a
master at compartmentalizing information and keeping things secret.
He shared a lot with me, but I know there was plenty he did not
share. I certainly do not tell everything I know. When one's
survival is threatened, one has to be very discerning who they
exchange information with. If he had shared more of his information
with other people, maybe he would not have ended up so alone and
betrayed by the people he thought were supporting him.
In this book, we have kept speculation to a minimum by sticking to
the newspaper accounts and actual facts of the case with regard to
John Ford and John Powell. To say that Powell was part of a UFO
cover-up is going a bit too far if one expects incontrovertible
documented proof. However, we do have a thread which ties Powell to
Camp Hero and that is the dumping fiasco. Was it just a coincidence
that Duncan, Peter, and myself happened to be at Camp Hero the day
that truck made its run?
After all, Montauk is not a place any of
us visit very often and usually not all together. It remained a
mystery for years.
According to what I heard, the toxic waste at Camp Hero was disposed
of by Grimes, a major contracting company at Montauk who does most
of the work at Camp Hero. I was told that Mr. Grimes is a cousin of
Lapienski, the chief deputy commissioner of the Brookhaven
land-fill. Allegedly, some funny deal was worked out between these
characters. Even if this is true, it still leaves a major smoking
One of our astute readers of the Montauk Pulse pointed out that the
government has plenty of outlets where nuclear waste can be dumped.
Further, these landfills require that all nuclear waste be
identified with regard to where it came from as well as an
explanation as to when and how it was produced.
Next, we have to consider who has ultimate responsibility for the
disposal of such waste with regard to Camp Hero. It is the Army
Corps of Engineers. According to what I heard, they contracted
Grimes and looked the other way. Of course, they might not be aware
of what happened. But, if so, why would they do such a thing? Is it
because they did not want to be bothered? Remember, the government
has facilities for such dumping. As the contractor is being paid,
how much extra money is he really going to save by going to
Brookhaven? Whatever it might be, it is certainly not worth the risk
of being caught. The penalties are too severe.
The Army Corps of Engineers is
responsible for the clean-up as it is a former military facility.
There is no dispute about this. Keep in mind that Camp Hero is still
a very top secret "hot" area. All of the books about Camp Hero at
the Montauk library were taken off the shelves in the 1990's as they
were considered confidential by the military. It is obvious that
whatever was being transported out of Camp Hero for dumping did not
meet the criteria for being dumped in a government fill. Someone in
the military wanted Grimes or whoever to dump it in a clandestine
matter. Exactly how complicit local politicians such as Powell were
in this scheme is anyone's guess. How deep the connections run is
another question, but it is obviously the tip of an iceberg.
The Montauk Pulse reader who pointed out the availability of
government landfills also had something else interesting to say. He
said he read in a magazine where Bob Lazar, the refugee scientist
Area 51, explained how one particular UFO's propulsion system
worked. Inside the power propulsion compartment of this UFO was a
lead-metal cup which contained element 114 (also its atomic number).
Underneath the cup, the element is bombarded with protons which
raises the atomic number to 115 whereupon the element becomes
This newly produced element decays in a
few seconds. Secret research from the atomic bomb tests during World
War II revealed that decaying atoms also give off gravity waves.
This particular UFO used an amplifier similar to a radio amplifier
in order to harness gravity. These amplifiers are housed in three
metal balls underneath the craft which enable the gravity waves to
surround the ship and thereby defy gravity. Obviously, all of this
produces radioactive waste which cannot be easily accounted for.
Whatever waste matter was at
Camp Hero and exactly what it was used
for is anyone's guess.
At this point, I can only make conclusions based upon the data thus
far uncovered. I do not know every-thing. We do know that after John
Powell was arrested, Newsday reported that police commissioner
Cosgrove was fired because the feds wanted to have a more
cooperative commissioner in there in order to assist with the
investigation of Powell. My friend, the Colonel, believes that I was
the main target in the apprehension of John Ford. They apparently
believed that without me, John Ford could not do too much.
It is believed that the group who was after me and John Ford is
called Omega. One of their main connections in Suffolk County is
supposed to be through the mob. The Kennedy family are also reported
to be associated with the Omega order. This could perhaps explain
the downing of JFK Jr.'s plane on the anniversary of Flight 800.
Someone could have been sending a message. The navy was very active
in the recovery of the bodies. The autopsy was accomplished in
record time and all the wiring in the plane was completely fried and
nonfunctional. Only an electro-magnetic pulse like a particle beam
could have done damage like that. Brookhaven also publicly reported
that their particle accelerator was turned on the day of that tragic
incident. These are questions that will certainly not be broached or
fairly considered in the mainstream press. Instead, there will be
"tunnel vision" investigation.
John Kennedy Jr. was in the middle of a lot of controversy before he
died. The regular press had him talking with a Mossad agent the day
he crashed. Kennedy wanted to report on certain conspiracies and
assassinations in Israel, but the agent warned him off. Kennedy also
had my book The Montauk Project placed in his hands according to a
friend of mine. Although he lived right next to Camp Hero during
summer months as a teenager, he never acted on this line of
investigation. After his death, Life magazine featured a cover photo
of Kennedy at Montauk when he was a teenager. The photo was taken by
Peter Beard, a photographer who lives next to Camp Hero.
Although exactly what happened with Kennedy is unknown, it is known
that there are many factions within the U.S. military and U.S.
Government. One hand does not always agree with the other, and there
is a lot of infighting. Between Kennedy, Powell, and the illegal
dumping, one thing is clear. All roads seem to lead back to Montauk.
...remodeling work on my fifty acres in Cape Cod. What had once been
millions had dwindled down to about half its original value. Needing
about $100,000 for a transaction, my lawyer sent down a man to do
the arbitrage necessary to release the money. The arrangements were
not as simple as just requesting a wire transfer. All of a sudden,
the accounts were frozen in Barbados. If you remember, there was a
huge financial disaster in January of 1999 that hit most of the
Banco Nacional, it turned out, was tied
to the Oriental banks through its ownership. We were told that we
could take out $10,000 in local currency, but that was it. This was
not near enough, and we complained. Soon after our complaint, we
received a letter from the bank that indicated that if I signed a
certain document, I would be one third of the assets originally
deposited. My lawyer advised me against this because if I did sign
it, I would end up with only a little bit over a million dollars. If
we waited until everything smoothed over, I would probably get the
original four million.
My connections to the Air Force turned out to be quite helpful. They
knew I was in trouble and was about to lose four millions dollars. I
was approached by a young Air Force lieutenant who told me that the
Air Force was able to take their money out of Banco Nacional in the
form of Military Treasury Notes. These are issued by the U.S.
Treasury but are only for military use. The lieutenant suggested
that when the Air Force took their money out, I could authorize them
to take my money out and put it in the military financial network.
So, my money was withdrawn in military
treasury notes, but I could not have access to it. We thought I
would be able to take it out of the military financial network
whenever I needed it. This was not the case. There were too many
legal strings attached. I sat with a group of my friends in the Air
Force, and we tried to figure out how I could get out of this mess.
Someone said I could use the credit to buy a cruise missile or an
airplane on the surplus market. This did not appeal to me, so I
asked about property. They said that there was plenty of property. I
was referred to the Defense Logistics Agency which handles surplus
sales. I thought that maybe I could buy one million dollars of
surplus and maybe sell it for two million.
A lady we affectionately called "Tank" suggested a missile silo out
in Wyoming. I said that I wanted some- thing in New York.
Eventually, she sent over a land manager for the northeast region.
After going through a catalog with him, I told him that I wanted to
buy an old military base, but it had to be wooded and
environmentally clean with an accompanying declaration. Hopefully,
it would have an underground with some buildings but not too many.
That would be too expensive to maintain properly. The land manager
made different suggestions.
Every place he showed me in the catalog
had a map location and a photo of the property. I eventually found
one that was just environmentally certified and turned out to be a
communications station that was a "satellite" to a nearby larger
base. It was roughly 600 acres with the rights to grab federal
property around it on federal quit-claims. If I played my cards
right, I would be able to grab about fifteen hundred acres in total.
He said that they expected it to sell from somewhere around three to
four million dollars and that I should submit a bid. I got the
property for an undisclosed amount and salvaged the holdings I
originally had in Barbados. It had twenty buildings, six of which I
removed. There was a huge underground of 400,000 square feet. As I
refurbished it, the army contacted me and said they wanted to rent
part of the property from May of 1999 to May of 2000. Could we work
out an arrangement?
The papers I signed said it was rented to the U.S. Army Millennium
Management Group. I suspect this had something to do with Y2K. They
indicated they would be finished by May 20,2000. May 5th, the
holiday of Cinco de Mayo, featured a planetary lineup of seven
planets in the constellation Taurus. Psychics have said that the
energy oddities on the planet will shift after that date. This means
that the property will not be a "hot spot" anymore.
I know it was
because the property features "Spook Hill", named so by locals
because of spooky things that go on at one particular hill. There
have also been television shows which carted their cameras to a
nearby mountain so that they could view what was going on down at
"Spook Hill." UFO activities and that sort of thing were also
reported. I do not want to reveal the exact location so as to avoid
people besieging the place. There is important and possibly
dangerous work to do there in the future.
Many years ago,
Duncan Cameron channeled in the early 1990's that he
and I had two important jobs to do. One of these was referred to as
the "Freeman Function." We never knew what it meant except that he
would get that "the Freeman Function does this or that." Finally,
after we got the transmitter set up for B 103, I noticed what this
was about. Guess where the transmitter for B103 was located? On
Freeman Avenue! That turned out to be the Freeman Function.
Presently, there is a large radionics broadcaster hooked to the
transmitter and that is the Freeman Function. It transmits "good
vibes" for the area.
Duncan also read that a big machine would be built near the
"Promised Land." I was not sure what this meant, but we knew there
was an area near Montauk that was called the Promised Land. It
contained warehouse buildings that were labeled a fish hatchery.
This did not make any sense, but Duncan indicated we would go to the
Promised Land around the year 2003 and build a big machine that will
control the Philadelphia/Montauk vortex from the 2003 point.
After buying the surplus army base, I soon discovered that it was
right near an area referred to as the "Promised Land." Apparently,
Duncan's reading was uncannily accurate. I had purchased the
property without even realizing what the local names surrounding the
property were. Further, when you go to the Promised Land at the
present day, you can sometimes find this big machine fading in and
out of existence. First it is there, and then, it is not there. I
have since learned that it is actually coming in from out of the
future. The exact location of the building is not real easy to find.
After I bought this property in 1998, I remember Duncan was taking a
trip to Egypt where he spent some time in the Great Pyramid. That
same weekend, which I believe was the summer solstice, I went to a
ham fest in New Jersey. It was incredibly hot, and I was riding
around in a senior citizen cart. A lot of my friends thought I might
be disabled, but I explained to them I was just tired of exhausting
myself in the heat. While riding around, this fellow approached me.
Asking me who I was, I told him that my name was Preston Nichols. He
then told me that he was me from out of the future. Sure, I thought.
I can take a joke. He looked at me rather intensely.
He was a little thinner and a little
grayer, but he looked very similar. We ended up running around
together, and he gave me a little widget which he said was from the
future. He wanted to take me to my property and show me certain
things. Going down to the parking lot, we got in this old powder
blue Lincoln Continental. I guessed that it must have been from the
late 1960's or early 1970's. After driving for quite a while, I
began to recognize that I was going through the Promised Land. We
turned onto my property and stopped at the gate house. My caretaker
did a double-take because he saw two of us sitting in the car. He
said that there were strange things going on up the hill today, but
he was not going to go up there.
As we drove up the hill, it was as if we suddenly went over a line
that went from a beautiful wooded property with an old derelict base
to what looked like just trees standing with no foliage. Some sort
of defoliation had occurred on the property. As we drove up to the
building, I saw it had a nice paint job on it. Walking into the main
building, I noticed there was a tremendous mural painted on the
theme of time. In the main hall, the wallpaper consisted of more
paintings that were hauntingly similar to my mother's art. There was
also an elevator which is not there today.
Around fifty to seventy people were
walking around. As Preston from the future showed me around, I
recognized some of the equipment. He took me down in the elevator to
a big pyramid that is underneath the property. There were big
crystals inside of the pyramid which were hooked up to all sorts of
wiring that was connected to the higher level of the underground.
From what I can figure out from this experience, we built some sort
of time device on this property. Duncan Cameron's reading indicated
that every so often, one could see the 2003 installation. In other
words, it was built in or for the year 2003. Whenever 2003
influences our present time, it does a flip. The property exchanges
2003 for whatever the present day is.
Duncan also told me certain things about
the future which I am not at liberty to go into the full details of
at this point. I also saw the golden horse on this property. This is
the golden horse that was mentioned in The Montauk Project, and was
found amidst ruins far in the future. Duncan remembers hopping on
the horse in 2003 and riding it back to one million or one billion
B.C., but I do not remember the exact date. I currently know where
the pedestal is for the golden horse. It contains a cutout where a
television monitor can be placed. The purpose of this was ostensibly
to take control of the Philadelphia/Montauk vortex in order to make
it so that the 1943-1983 project never happened. The idea is to
clear up some of the negative effects that resulted from the Montauk
I eventually returned to the ham fest where I had left with my
future self. It seemed like only two hours had passed when the time
I spent in the future was much longer than that. I eventually saw my
future self again, but I was much older and am not going to say much
more than that for now. One thing that was indicated to me was that
it was OK to see my future self if I was invited.
I am fully aware that this book goes from the incredible and bizarre
to the mundane and tangible and then back to the bizarre again. This
is how my life has been. I have experienced multiple time lines and
have seen myself from the future. This potential exists for
everyone. I just happen to be a magnet for it. This has to do with
the fact that my purpose is to help mankind get through the coming
transition of consciousness. We have already experienced tremendous
change as a culture since The Montauk Project was published eight
years ago. There are a lot more changes ahead. I have not figured
everything out and have to struggle with all of this from time to
time. My next book is planned to be The Time Travel Primer which
will go into more technical data about time travel as well as trying
to unscramble the 2003 project. That information is not ready to be
downloaded yet because I have not processed all of the data.
One thing I did not mention yet is the mystery of where the phone
call came from that warned me away from John Ford's house the night
of the arrest. The call was traced as having come from the base
where the Millennium Management group was working. This is the same
base I purchased. The only thing was, I had not purchased it at the
time of the phone call! The message evidently came from the future.
My friends remember the phone call at the time it happened, so it is
not as if I made it up.
Also, there was the Northern Exposure
television show which predicted the fate of John Ford. It certainly
appears that forces from the future not only conspired to free me
from trouble but also to set me up in business so that I can have an
impact on the time line. Nevertheless, there are plenty of counter
forces around, too. My money is currently locked up by the IRS to
the point where I cannot do much of anything. There are many
factions within the government. Some try to help and some try to
hinder. I was also contacted through the mail by Ed Zabo, the man
who was arrested and served time for possession of explosives in
connection with John Ford. He was always suspected to be part of the
set up of John Ford. We eventually had a phone conversation.
He phoned me, and the number was traced
to come from the office complex of a fireworks manufacturer who was
apparently implicated in the Northern Exposure episode as an arms
dealer. Consequently, I decided to stay away from Mr. Zabo.
Additionally, there has been a major attack on Peter Moon which
appears to be a result of his book The Black Sun as well as his job
of being my ghostwriter. The Music of Time is the first book we have
been able to produce in years. While it is not prudent to go into
the nature of that attack at this time, I have been assisting him
and we are hopeful that the future will see us through.
Remember that, in quantum physics, the future, past, and present all
exist simultaneously. The links to the past and future exist
primarily through the function of consciousness. My adventures would
not be considered so incredible and popular if everyone experienced
them in a commonplace manner or if everyone was fully conscious like
a Buddha or Christ is idealized to be. My "time muscles" just happen
to be little more primed than most everyone on this planet. I hope
that as you continue to better your understanding of time that you
can have some wonderful adventures as you access your own future
In the introduction to this book, I told you that once you had
digested all of the information, I would offer some more perspective
on the veracity of what Preston has offered us. Before I go into the
specific details and stories with regard to verification of
Preston's information, it is necessary to make some comments of a
general nature with regard to the whole subject matter of this book
and how it must be viewed.
We long ago realized that our reading audience more or less embraces
about five different categories.
First, there are those who
interestedly read anything Preston or I have to say and just
flow with it and enjoy the idea stream. These people also hold
their own power of discernment and do not necessarily accept
everything as literal truth.
Second are those who wildly embrace
everything and do not use any discernment.
Third, are technical people who want
to learn anything they can about Preston Nichols and how to
build exotic technology that might influence the mind or time
Fourth are the mildly curious and
skeptical who might find too many points of irregularity with
their own mind patterns to get anything out of the subject.
While they arguably might be throwing the baby out with the bath
water, they are also preserving the status quo of their mind
patterns. If they can reject the basic tenets of the Montauk
Project, they can rest assured that none of this has anything to
do with themselves.
Fifth are those who must reject the
information at all costs. They read just enough to openly and
aggressively reject any information in such a manner as to
discredit the entire subject. They would tell you that Preston
is an absolute lunatic and has nothing of worth to say.
Included in the above are certain hard
core scientists as well as others who are very dissatisfied with
practically anything offered by Preston Nichols because it is not
handed out in a prepackaged form so they can consume it and
understand everything there is to understand about time. They think
his utterances do not explain anything.
Of course, these people are overlooking
the fact that the human condition has been such that we are not
exactly clued in on all of the inner workings of nature and
creation. It is only in such an environment that a series of
legends, experiences, and true data could give rise to something so
enigmatic, profound, and intangible as the Montauk Project. If
professors in universities understood such things and could explain
them, there would be no mystery. Unfortunately, too much of the
Montauk information is tainted by the chaos and confusion
surrounding Preston Nichols. Considering that nature consistently
creates through the interplay of order and chaos, we should not be
Personally, I would like it very much if Preston could put out all
of his information in a more concise and packaged format. If you
heard the original data as it comes to me, you would find that it
contains a lot more chaos than appears within the cover of this
book. It is not always a simple job to present it in an organized
and understandable format. Sometimes, Preston will say something
that does not make any sense. It can be downright wrong. Then, you
turn around and find some incredibly outrageous idea he has been
sounding off about is undeniably true. In this last regard, nothing
was more riveting and jolting in my own life than the drama and
intrigue which surrounded the arrest and incarceration of John Ford.
John and I met in Preston's house the February prior to his arrest.
He wanted to ask me questions about writing a book, and we discussed
the possibilities open to him. From talking to him, it was clear
that he had a lot of information concerning the political and
industrial connections to black operations such as the Montauk
Project. These were leads that Preston was not interested in
re-searching for purposes of personal preservation. John was going
to give me an outline and sample chapter by May of 1996, but things
became very heated in his own personal life. One day, Preston called
me and told me there would be no book coming forth from John Ford.
The first time I visited John Ford in jail, I watched him and
Preston talk intelligence agency banter the likes of which I had
never heard. It was like two "homeys" talking a different language.
There was obviously a lot more going on than the rants of an insane
and delusional man. Whatever the intelligence connections with John
Ford might be, this is a human rights violation that goes off the
top of the scale. It is unconscionable that a man is incarcerated
without a quick and speedy trial and is tricked into losing his
Prior to writing the first draft of this book, I asked Preston if it
would be all right to go into all of the legal and political factors
surrounding the problems with John Ford. As John Powell had been
arrested, he said there should be no problem. When he read the first
draft, he was very happy in that the work completely vindicated him.
Unfortunately, the book could not go into print as it was written.
His father and the Colonel both feared it could get him killed. Too
many names and pertinent information were included.
Although much of the information was
public knowledge in that it had appeared in newspapers or been
disseminated otherwise, the original book connected too many dots."
Hence, I was forced to delete a lot of information. None of this
changed the principle components of The Music of Time. The overall
story is basically the same. Although the other information would
have added considerably to the sales of this book, it is deemed
better to be alive with less money than dead with more.
I cannot tell you if every last thing Preston has told us is true,
but I saw his life dramatically change when the Air Force came into
it. It was not a joke or an act. Preston's father also witnessed
dramatic changes in Preston's life as the drama around John Ford
began to unfold.
After what I have said here, I am well aware that some people will
still be perplexed about the experiences and testimony of Preston
Nichols. There are too many un-known and unexplained factors.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could be handed simple to read text books
from teachers that explained everything? We could just nod our heads
and smile placidly because everything was clear.
The great unknown is loaded with chaos. It is the job of life to
create order out of the chaos. If there is too much order and
predictability, then things become stagnant. It is then the job of
life to introduce a little chaos and make things interesting again.
Preston Nichols would be the first to agree that there are elements
of utter ridiculousness in some of his studies. That is merely the
reflection of the great pool of life itself. When we consider the
plight of John Ford, it is obvious that there are more pressing and
dramatic concerns that are not very funny at all. Preston's life,
despite the bizarre enigmas, is very serious business. It should not
be taken lightly.
The music aspect of the book also met
with personal intrigue and drama in my own life, but that is too
detailed to go into. It is not as dramatic as the John Ford
scenario. Although I attempted to verify certain instances of
Preston's history in the music business, I found that by the very
nature of what he was involved in that it would be impossible to
meet with full cooperation. Instead, I was in a position where I
would likely encounter deliberate deception.
For myself, one of the biggest enigmas described in the pages of
this book emerged when I asked Preston a seemingly innocuous
"Who is the most talented musician
you have ever worked with?"
There was no hesitation whatsoever.
"Chuck Hamill, no question," he said with complete conviction.
This man is supposed to be the brother
of actor Mark Hamill, but I have found no documented historical
record of him save for the picture that appears earlier in this
book. While this is the typical profile of a government or a
"space-time agent," the enigma was further complicated when he told
me that Chuck had at least three other well known identities in the
music world: Gary Puckett, Peter Knight and Scott McKenzie.
Scott McKenzie is famous for the song San Francisco ("All those who
come to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair")
which made him a one hit wonder. I had seen Scott McKenzie on
television once, but he did not fit the description I knew of Chuck
Hamill in any way shape or form. Common information will tell you
that Scott McKenzie was an early friend of John Phillips, the
founder and primary talent behind the Mamas and the Papas who was
also credited with writing San Francisco.
Preston has said that names are bought
and sold in the music business all the time, and he is positive that
Chuck Hamill actually recorded the song, even if Scott McKenzie got
credit for it. In his autobiography Papa John, John Phillips states
that Scott McKenzie had severe substance abuse problems, as did he
himself. Phillips claimed to have written San Francisco for the
Monterey Pop Festival, an event he also sponsored, so that the
concert-goers who came would be loving and peaceful. That was an
open statement of intended mood control. Phillips also commented
that when it came time for Scott to sing his famous song at the
festival, he was completely inept and sounded horrible. Therefore,
when the documentary on the film for the Monterey Pop Festival was
produced, Scott's was the only song that was dubbed over with the
original recording. As the song is not an easy one to sing, one has
to wonder what really did happen.
As for Gary Puckett, Preston explained to me that while Chuck did
the recordings, Gary Puckett and the Union Gap were a touring band
that did the road shows. If you look long and hard enough, you can
find potentialities where Preston's stories do hold up.
I am absolutely convinced Preston has some sort of connection to the
Moody Blues, but his identification of Chuck Hamill as Peter Knight
presents a serious problem to the casual researcher. There was a
famous conductor from London named Peter Knight who was credited
with the orchestration of the Moody Blues album Days of Future
Passed. This is identifiable as a man who is much older and
different from Chuck Hamill; but, as was al- ready mentioned in the
text of this book, a "Peter Knight" appeared in Rolling Stone
magazine describing his problems with intelligence agencies hounding
and hassling him. He was running for cover and was underground. This
story fits the exact description of the Chuck Hamill we know from
Preston and serves to escalate the enigma factor and gives us cause
to embrace the idea of one reality crossing over into another one.
For us to accept the above scenarios, we have to accept that there
is incredible duplicity occurring on many different levels. Chuck
Hamill earns the status of "tempus fudger" as he can apparently see
you, but you cannot see him. If such a thing as "space-time agents"
do exist, this is how they would interface with us.
Chuck's brother, Mark, is quite an enigma himself. Although
extremely talented in many respects, it is highly doubtful he would
be very famous at all if not for his role as Luke Skywalker in Star
Wars. In a TV Guide interview, I once read that he claimed no
X-Files or UFO experiences but that he would like to have them. This
is very hard to take when you consider that he appeared on CBS This
Morning in 1993 when his house was the only one in the neighborhood
that did not bum down during huge fires in Malibu.
He explained that he did an American
Indian ritual that was designed to preserve the house. Is this not
an "X-Files" experience? This only backs up Preston's statements
that the man was deeply involved in the occult and reveals that he
is not being fully candid about his life. What is most peculiar is
that none of his biographies anywhere mention that he was involved
in the music business at all. There is no question that he was
involved in the Ohio Express and the 1910 Fruitgum Company. Why is
this ignored by his publicists? There has to be a reason he has
obscured his past.
When we consider the mind control aspects of drugs and Montauk with
regard to Preston's associations with Phil Spector, the Rolling
Stones, and the Beatles, there is ample evidence to suggest a
strong, even if fully unexplained, connection. In the book He's a
Rebel, it is described how Andrew Oldham, a major pill pusher,
fights for management of the Rolling Stones and eventually succeeds.
When Phil Spector arrives in London, Oldham turns out to be one of
the few people Phil Spector can or will listen to.
Keep in mind that Spector was considered
to be a dictator and listened to very few people at all. Oldham
turns on Spector to drugs for the first time while he is in London,
and Spector is highly drugged when he meets the Beatles. Spector
then flies back to New York with the Beatles on their first trip to
New York for their Ed Sullivan Show appearance. He famously
disembarks from the airplane with the Beatles and begins a long time
association with the group. Oldham, in the above role, fits the
exact profile of a controller. In mind control lingo, a controller
is someone who controls a mind control victim through drugs,
hypnotic commands or whatever.
The picture becomes clearer still when we consider Ronnie Spector,
Phil's ex-wife, who accuses him of abus-ing her and locking her up
in his mansion as a virtual prisoner. But, the most telling aspect
of Phil Spector is when Danny Davis arranges for La Toya Jackson to
meet Spector as he feels it is her best chance to spark a singing
career for herself. Described in the book He's a Rebel, Spector sits
down uncomfortably close to La Toya and offers her a key with the
words "Bates Motel" inscribed upon it. She did not understand the
reference to the movie Psycho until later. His behavior was too
bizarre to be believed. After being completely sweet and nice for a
short period, Spector would leave and return in an abusive and
La Toya tried to get out of his clutches
for four hours. Spector would go into tirades every fifteen minutes
or so, leave, and then come back "each time with a new personality."
Sometimes it was vitriolic, entertaining, or up and down. His
extremes reveal the same sort of tortured soul described by Ronnie
Spector in her book Be My Baby.
The above behavior is a clear description of a symptom that is known
as multiple personality disorder. In The Black Sun, it was described
that manipulation of individuals occurs when people are abused
severely and new personalities are developed to cope with the
trauma, often carrying out the instructions of a programmer. In one
of his biographies, it is described that Phil's problems may have
begun when he was playing with the Teddy Bears as a young man. On a
gig one night, when he was using the lavatory, a patron is said to
have brutalized him and urinated on him. While this was a traumatic
event in itself, it may have set the stage for or reinforced
different programming. Phil Spector's sister was also
institutionalized. He was extremely sympathetic with regard to her
condition, and some say it was because he could relate so well to it
Phil Spector was also notorious for putting out records by groups
when they did not even sing on the record. The Crystals are just one
group in point. This backs up Preston's contentions about recordings
not being properly credited to the actual artists. You can also find
plenty of other examples of that if you do the research.
The Beatles themselves fit into the mind control mix. Much of what
you read about them is publicity oriented and steers away from key
truths. Lennon himself decried the official biography of the Beatles
and was highly critical of the drug debauched orgies put together
There is an interesting book entitled
The Lives of John Lennon by Albert Goldman which describes Lennon as
an abusive sufferer of multiple personality syndrome. It chronicles
bizarre episodes in the musician's life. At one time, Lennon wanted
to make a press announcement that he was Jesus Christ. But, what I
found most bizarre about Lennon in the above biography was a trip he
took with Yoko to Alborg, a Danish town buried deep in snow in an
arctic-like environment. Going there with Yoko to see her daughter,
they ended up involved with her ex-husband in a mind control cult
whose leader, Dr. Don Hamrick, was trying to link up humans to ETs
and saw the Beatles as a natural medium to accomplish this.
The Lennons stayed in Alborg for three
weeks and took plenty of drugs. The book recounts how Lennon's
manager, John Brower, visited Lennon during this period and got to
meet Dr. Hamrick. Brower described him as six-foot-three with long
stringy gray hair, like Baby Huey. He wore shorts and no shirt with
"a hole in his back as big as my hand." The spine was showing, and
he could see one of his lungs pumping. His flesh was laced with
stitches from major surgery Hamrick had in London a month earlier.
Although the doctors wanted him to
recuperate for a couple of months, he left after one week. Bower
described Hamrick as speaking slowly with a sort of German accent.
He showed him a scale model of a Buck Rogers city that was floating
mysteriously about a foot above the table. He said he had been given
an antigravity secret from the space people and was building a city
above Brazil in the clouds. The scale model was to illustrate the
power of what he could do. Lennon actually championed this man, but
there is no elaboration in the book on the exact nature of the
little floating city and how it was accomplished.
If there are any doubters about John
Lennon's mind control connections after reading the above, they
should be convinced by examining Mark David Chapman, the man who
murdered the famous Beatle. Chapman was loaded with mind control
connections, the most notable of which was discovered with him at
the murder site. When he killed Lennon, Chapman did not run away.
Although he easily could have done so, he clutched a copy of the
book Catcher in the Rye. John Hinckley, the man who shot Ronald
Reagan, was also found to have a copy of Catcher in the Rye. In one
of his letters, he told Jodie Foster of how he was distraught over
Chapman's killing of Lennon. In 1989, there was another publicized
murder where the assassin was armed with a copy of Catcher in the
Rye. The victim this time was celebrity Rebecca Schaeffer, the young
star of the television show My Sister Sam.
Despite the obvious associations, authorities never did a proper
investigation of mind control in the John Lennon murder case. When
Chapman was jailed at Ryker's Island, he was given unprecedented
contact with the outside. This included all sorts of strange
characters that had motives and opportunity to tamper with him.
After all of these visitations, Chapman miraculously changed his
plea from "not-guilty by reason of insanity" to just plain "guilty."
He had an excellent case for being declared insane. There was a
twelve board panel of psychiatrists who were dedicated to
determining his mental health, but the possibility or potential of
mind control was not discussed even once.
The Beatles also thought enough of Aleister Crowley to feature him
on their Sgt. Pepper album. Ringo Starr, whose substance abuse
problems are legendary, recently released a new album entitled
Vertical Man. Most people would not know it, but this is a direct
reference to a passage in
Aleister Crowley's book Magick: Theory and
George Harrison was good friends with
the leader of the Hare Krishna movement in America who also happened
to be the director of a major pharmaceutical company. There was
recently an attempt on Harrison's life by a man who emerged from an
asylum and stabbed the Beatle in the chest. Although Harrison has
reportedly said there is more to it than a simple murder attempt,
the press has been very mum on exactly what the full circumstances
of the case were. While Paul McCartney might seem to be the "best
boy," he was a public advocate of taking LSD. By his own comments,
he now appears to feel very guilty of his role in all of that.
My own reading and interviews with people in the music business
indicate that the industry is beset with Mafia and drug connections.
Performers are indulged and lulled with sex and drugs to the point
there they often lose control of their own lives. The Beach Boys'
Brian Wilson is just one example. He was under the complete control
of a psychiatrist at one point and was not even allowed to see his
own family until they sued the psychiatrist. This was a public
outrage which has been well covered elsewhere.
Brian's brother, Dennis Wilson, was
deeply involved with Charles Manson, the man convicted for his
involvement in the Tate-LaBianca killings. Some believe that Dennis
Wilson's untimely death by drowning had to do with his connection
and ultimate rejection of Charles Manson.
Other observers of the music business have expressed curiosity at
how organized crime dedicated so much time and attention to a
business which was, particularly in the '60's and early '70's, small
potatoes in terms of big business. Why so much interest in a
relatively small industry? There are obviously control factors
through the music which would make control of this industry very
important to those interested in mind control.
Besides checking out various books on musicians and the industry, I
have met other people who remember Preston from his days at Bell
Sound and Buddah Records. I also consulted Preston's father, Bob
Nichols, who de-scribes himself as the "doubting Thomas" of the
family when it comes to the Montauk Project. When I asked him if he
remembered any of Preston's associations with the music industry, he
said he could remember only one time. He said he came home to find
the Beach Boys in his living room. They were there so that Preston
could fix an amplifier.
This story was relayed by Preston in the
text of this book. Later, I asked Bob if he realized that the only
association he remembered just happened to be one that concerned "Wilsons."
He was amused by that and knew what I was referring to. For those of
you who are not familiar, the name "Wilson" figures heavily with
regard to strange name synchronicities in the other Montauk books.
Another time, I asked Bob if he remembered Preston's association
with Chubby Checker. He said, "Oh, yeah, I remember him coming over
to the house several times."
Bob himself was not involved in Preston's music career nor any of
the Montauk experiences. In fact, Preston has kept his father quite
shielded as to many of his activities. If he told him too much, it
would only have caused his father unnecessary worry. However, this
began to change when the John Ford situation came to pass. At this
writing, Bob is in his eighties. He never expected to live past
seventy, and the main reason he has stuck around is to do what he
can to look after Preston. The last few years have been harrowing
but very purposeful for him in terms of keeping an eye on the house
for strange characters and the like. His observation of the John
Ford case and how it affected Preston removed a substantial amount
of doubt from the "Doubting Thomas." That does not mean he believes
every last story of time travel, but the immediacy and drama of
Preston's situation was no longer something to speculate about. It
came too close to home.
If the cold hard truth shows itself through Preston's involvement
with John Ford, there is no reason to automatically discount the
esoteric aspects concerning Preston's history in the music business.
It is just as bone chilling.
There are many more mysteries to uncover for Preston and myself. We
are currently planning to write another book about time travel which
is tentatively titled The Time Travel Primer. Preston himself is
also anticipating his own participation in the 2003 project. Life
will not be boring. Hopefully, it will be pleasant and free from
Thank you for all your support.