This is your one chance.... Ask a former "Cleanup Specialist" anything.
DISCLAIMER: I am using the term "Cleanup Specialist" as a deliberate misdirection. For obvious reasons, I will not name the official title, which agency I reported to, classified or detailed intel of work performed, etc.)
I was one of the guys tasked with some of the things our government doesn't like to speak publicly about. "Cleanup Specialists" do both on-field and off-field work.
On-field work consists of the down-and-dirty shit no one really likes to do and no one in our government will admit to doing: Collecting/burning evidence, dissolving corpses, "enhanced interrogation" of suspected terrorists and similar duties..
Off-field is generally more stressful, but not as difficult: Conducting misleading interviews, misdirection of press and reporters as well as the occasional bribe/disappearing.
We don't like to have to kill United States citizens, but it's an occasional necessity. We're also given clearance to assume any identity at our own discretion.
A lot of people assume that we hide this kind of stuff because liberals and protestors go crazy, or whatever. In truth, we do it because that's just how it's been done for decades.
You have no way of knowing who we are or where we come from. We are recruited from nearly all walks of life, socioeconomic backgrounds, etc.... And you don't join, you're picked.
If you wanted to join, you can start by applying for a position at the FBI, CIA, or NSA, showing excellent test and field scores, generally excelling in all areas, and catch the attention of someone within our organization. Graduating from West Point or having any type of "advanced training" from the military helps; a lot of our guys come from there.
I wish I could tell you that there was a secret to being selected, but there really isn't. Just try hard, be smart, be a bit of a "jack-of-all-trades", and you could get noticed by us. Now, actually being recruited and staying in the organization is a different matter entirely.
In general, it helps to just be all-around competent, be good at misdirection, public speaking, and coming up with convincing lies on a moment's notice. You're expected to be able to defend yourself with weapons and in hand-to-hand combat, and not be averse to the possibility of killing another human.
Quite a few of our men are what I would call sociopaths; that should tell you something. Questions on the test I took included "Have you ever killed another human being in self defense?", "Have you ever killed another human being without provocation?", and "Have you ever watched a snuff film?", and that was just back in 1997.... I don't want to imagine what the testing consists of today!
We really don't have to deal with "Cleaners" blabbing what they know too often, since the majority of the people that hear what we did either don't believe it, or are crazy conspiracy-theorists who will not be believed. I did have to "disappear" one of my unit members once due to an unrelated offense, though.... That was a goddamn shame, the kid was good.
But to be honest? There aren't really any "main-stream" conspiracy people who are telling the truth. I guess it makes sense considering they usually wind up in fatal "accidents" before they published anything TOO incriminating.
I guess I just got tired of holding all of this stuff in, so I decided to write a bit of it down. Feel free to ask me any questions you'd like. But understand that I may not answer some of them, again, for obvious reasons.... I like being alive and relatively well!
You offer me the world and all of its wealth,
All for myself.
You promised me life eternal,
And drink to my health.
Do you think I do not know who you are?
A Fallen one, a "Morning Star".
When I feel my soul scream out at night,
I will know that you are not far.
When Satan's fury burns in Hell,
And you feel the power swell.
The Darkness flows from within the lake,
All for the cause of Evil's sake.
The time of doom is close at hand,
When Darkness shall rule the land.
Through the Darkness you shall go,
Only where, He shall know.
And now the Darkness has much might,
It must conquer the piercing light!
And when that light has been snuffed out,
You shall hear His furious shout:
"Blessed is he who has My mark,
For he shall live in the land so dark!
Death to he who is spawn of the light,
For he shall feel My furious might!"
In this land so dark and cruel,
All is under Lucifer's rule.
And then, alas, without the light,
The sheep must perish in eternal night.
"Dies enim iudicii erit finis temporis huius et initium futuri infernus temporis!"
I love the snow.
I love how all life seems to be buried while letting their ghost-like images show from beneath their cold blanket. I love it when everything is under a layer of soft, white powder that kills the plants below it. I love watching the snow fall lazily, slowly, forever freezing the animals that never wake up from their comfortable sleep. Watching it drift down in the night sky is simply magical.
It's wonderful to see all life just seem to stop to make an undisturbed coat of small ice crystals for the world. But even better--and this is my favorite part--is anything that does still move shows me everything about them.
They leave behind very distinct tracks, showing me if they walk on four legs or two, if they're with anybody or all alone, how big or heavy they are, what sort of stride they move in, how long ago they passed, etc., etc....
I like to follow sometimes, because the only animals that can walk around in this weather are warm-blooded. There's something very fulfilling about warmth in the cold; like drinking hot cocoa, there's something intrinsically satisfying about it. And even though the warm blood might melt some of the snow, it will stain some of the white a nice, brilliant red. It looks so stark in the moonlight. Simply breathtaking.
But the best part is, the snow makes things so quiet. It absorbs sound, you see. So, I can follow you by stepping in your tracks and you won't notice a thing until I am right on you. Isn't that cool? It's even easier to do when the wind is blowing at night.
I love the snow, especially at night.... I hope to see you soon!
Earlier this week, on Sunday night, I had a dream in which I knew I was asleep. I was stood outside of my house in torrential rain at night and thought I needed to get inside in order to wake up. I approached the front door and placed my knuckles onto the door-window ready to knock. I knew that my next action would bring me one step closer to consciousness. The moment I knocked on the door, the thudding sound of the knock was so loud, so frightening and so real that it woke me from my sleep.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
I jumped up immediately and listened out for a further knock at the door. I was roasting hot, sweating profusely and my heart was beating so hard, I don’t think I would have been able to tell the difference between a knock at the door and my thudding heart beat. After I came to my senses and realised that the possibility of the door knocking at the exact moment of dreaming it is incredibly low, I fell back to sleep.
Monday, the very following night, I had the same dream. Right back outside the front of the house in the pouring rain again, intensely staring at the house. I slowly walked to the front door, this time it was open. I walked in and went straight into the kitchen. I opened the cutlery drawer and pulled out the largest meat knife I have. I looked into my reflection through the blade of the knife.
If you stare directly into the reflection of your eyes for long enough, eventually it will hit you that someone is looking at you. You know it’s your reflection, but for just a second, you forget and become self conscious, as if it’s somebody else behind your reflection’s eyes. It didn’t take a second of looking at my reflection through the blade to realise that somebody else was looking back. The moment I realised it was somebody else wearing my grin in the reflection, I slammed the cutlery drawer shut.
Again, I shot up out of bed. The sound of the metal clanging in the drawer as it abruptly closed was so defined and so crystal clear, it couldn’t have been a dream. Really spooked this time, I went downstairs into the kitchen. I was half asleep and had to check. I opened the cutlery drawer. I was relieved to find the knife still in the drawer. I closed it and went back to bed. It took a little longer this time, but I fell asleep.
Tuesday night, my dream started with that grin in the reflection. From the look in his eyes, I could tell that the man in the reflection knew he was looking back at someone confused and scared. I found myself looking into the reflection of the knife, already in my hand, while stood outside of my house in the rain. The front door was open again. I walked into the house, directly up the stairs and into my bedroom. I looked at the bed and saw someone sleeping in it. It was me.
I knew what I was going to do, but also knew that I couldn’t stop myself. Instead, I kept think over and over again “Wake up”. My emotions were both in two extremes at once. I was terrified, but at the same time I was thrilled and excited to kill. “WAKE UP!”
I shot right out of bed and stood up. I was absolutely drenched in sweat, roasting hot, but relieved to find nobody stood in front of me with a knife. It took a few seconds to realise that I was gripping something tight in my hand. I knew what it was even before I looked down at it and saw my reflection in it. It was the meat knife, and this time the reflection in it looked terrified.
....I don’t sleep anymore.
The truth is this: There is no truth. Everything in our lives is perception. What one person perceives may not be what another person sees.
Colors, tastes, light/darkness, temperature; EVERYTHING in existence is ALL based purely off of one's own perception.
From the exact moment that we first open our eyes to the present second, our minds do not fully understand everything around us. Our brains purposely block sensory signals sent to us from different stimuli in our environment.
In example, you heard of selective hearing? There's selective seeing, selective smelling, selective tasting...
We have absolutely NO idea what our brains are not showing us.
To sum this up, and to not take this in too far of an alternate direction, but whether the existence of aliens/God/other-worldly forces could be seen or not, can you imagine if we were able to hit the "Reset Button"?
Can you imagine what just one second of our life would be like if we were able to completely and fully see, hear, feel and perceive every single thing around us?
We would not be able to control it, which is why we don't see these things to begin with....
Dreams are just your mind dealing with the day’s events, right? Nothing paranormal about that; everyone does it. I mean, there are places you visit often in your dreams. A certain house, a shop, a school… But these places are just figments of your imagination, right?
Have you ever wondered about these places and the people within them?
I know you’re out there, “Lucid Dreamers”. You’re the ones who can control what happens when they dream. You are just beyond that film, that membrane that separates us.
Lucid Dreamer, have you ever wondered what that beautiful woman in your dream felt when you suddenly decided you wanted to fuck her? Oh, she seemed willing enough, didn’t she?
Have you ever considered that you raped that woman, Lucid Dreamer? That she had no choice but to do everything you willed her to do while her mind watched on in horror?
Remember, Lucid Dreamer, all those awful things you have done in your dreams… And consider what those who call dreams their home must think of you. What they wish to do to you in kind.
I’m waiting, Lucid Dreamer, for those nights when your exhaustion keeps you from your power.
Oh, the things I will do to you then....
Have you ever gotten a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye? A simple movement caught in your peripheral vision. Most will simply dismiss this as a shadow brought about by a flickering candle, or perhaps a pet jumping down from a piece of furniture. Ninety-nine out of a hundred times, these people are right.
But then there's that one elusive sight. It can easily be explained by the above conditions, but something feels wrong about it. A chill down your spine, a slight pain in your side. Maybe even a complete blanking of your mind, only to vanish moments later.
Should any of these symptoms be felt, there may be cause for worry. Our peripheral vision is designed to catch motion, even in the dark. This was used to defend against predators in our early days, and as with many aspects of our human nature, it has remained, but weakened. This view out of the corner of our eyes still alerts us to danger, and although predators have dropped on the list of dangers we may face today, they still exist.
There is a time on a certain Friday every spring that, regardless of your time zone, should never be tampered with. The time is 3:33 AM. The day? The early morning after Good Friday....
At 3:33 PM, Jesus Christ was crucified in Jerusalem. Upon the inverse time 12 hours later, Satan mocked God openly. He stated that "Your beloved son is now in Hell forever. Woe to all your children." The tradition continues to this day. Satan laughs at the death of God's only son. Further, the Fallen One's power is strongest then, since the "Savior" is no longer in Heaven or on Earth.
In the old times, it was believed that by making eye contact with a demon or evil person, they could steal a person's soul or possess them. Hence the term, "evil eye". And in this moment, the forces of Hell are the strongest and able to come forth to us. Demonic possession is quite real and documented throughout history, after all.
Should you ever feel that horrifying chill in your back and see a shape in the corner of your eye, close your eyes immediately. Whatever you do, NEVER turn to look at what is in your peripheral vision. Trust me, you do NOT want to do this....
...I would know.