PJ 94
CHAPTER 3

REC #1 HATONN
SUN., MAY 1, 1994 9:28 A.M. YEAR 7, DAY 258

SUN., MAY 1, 1994

TRANSCRIPTION
The following is a transcription of a taped telephone call re­ceived yesterday, April 30, in the CONTACT office.

It was requested by the calling party that the conversation be recorded with witnesses due to the inability to get "faxed" hard copy sent from his location--which is in prison in Carson City, Nevada. The calling party is Ronn Jackson with whom we are now all familiar and we believe him to have credible informa­tion in a DIRECT conduit.

Since there are now other warnings of the same information aiming all the way from the West Coast (Northwest), I believe this should be the focus of our attention. I had already warned you of the intention contained within the message--two days ago--and was all but ignored by you in efforting to please your so-called "defense" attorney.
I will tell you, further, that the "enemy camp" was already privy to the intention of Mr. Dickey to "dump you" as clients. By this I mean the ongoing cases regarding the Phoenix Institute. I be­lieve that point can also be verified by witnesses.

These acts of "unconditional love" as being expressed against the Ekkers and the Institute are a bit overwhelming. Especially since it seems the unconditional love part of this B.S. is given to the adversary and to the very one who has received funds FOR Leon Fort and now claims he DID NOT. The endorsed and de­posited checks seem to make no impact on our "unconditional love" status.

Does this all mean that "our" attorney, Mr. Dickey, is playing with the very enemy he claims to be serving you against? I won't answer that one FOR you--but the results are the same un­der any circumstances. I find that what is actually happening is that
Mr. Dickey is terrified on two counts--one, because the cards are stacked against you by the thugs, court and opposing federal criminals, the other that he has been convinced you will not HAVE FUNDS TO PAY HIM ADEQUATELY. For what?
So far there has not been even ONE evidence of anything posi­tive from him. Now, with all the time and money expended he says he wants "OUT" prior to the next hearing scheduled for next Thursday because Ekkers prefer to not go to Carson City?? And, that somehow "communications" have broken down and you don't fully "trust" him.

It becomes evident that Mr. Dickey was not a good reader of CONTACT or he would have noted that there will be available several million dollars JUST FOR THESE LAW SUITS!

Why all the focus on the destruction of the Ekkers? Because the ASSUMPTION is that it is through their being "taken out" that the CONTACT can be silenced. It is assumed that no further in­formation will be coming forth about the turncoat ("Judasgoat"--
Mr. Gritz's favorite term for me) activities of Sir Gritz and his legions of immediate cohorts, Gary Anderson et al. As the rev­elations pour in from our writers WHO KNOW THE WHO'S WHO AND WHAT'S WHAT--THE STUFF IS IN THE FAN--AND IT IS GETTING IN THE FAN THROUGH THE NOW WORLD-RENOWNED CONTACT. CALLS FROM VERY HIGH-LEVEL "SUBJECTS" HAVE BEEN MADE TO THREATEN, DEAL, BRIBE, ETC., THE PARTIES IN­VOLVED IN THESE "REVELATIONS".

At any rate the following is a transcription from the tape as re­ceived by Mr. Rick Martin at CONTACT yesterday, from Mr. Ronn Jackson. This is being transcribed to facilitate having "hard copy". Mr. Jackson will put the information to signed documentation as well but time being of the utmost importance he handled the warning in this manner:

RM: Today is April 30, 1993 [Error in date of year in point. It was actually April 30, 1994].

RM: Ok Ronn, go ahead....

RJ: Hey, ah, you better record this, Rick, if you would.

RM: Ok, hang on one second.

RJ: Alright.

RM: Ok, we're ready.

RJ: Ok--I understand you, with some of your legal problems-­E.J. is having a court appearance in the State [Nevada], next week. The word is that they are gonna arrest him when he comes into the state.

RM: Oh, is that right?

RJ: I don't know how accurate it is but usually my source is pretty good! So, I would certainly look at it, and there might be a little conspiracy going on. Some people might be wanting to, you know, get a little heat off themselves and they might "roll over" on you if you're not careful.

RM: I appreciate the warning.

RJ: Ok, I thought you should know that. What's going on over there? Anything?

RM: Let me turn the recorder off--hang on one second....

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Alright now, nice people, in view of the above information from someone who is about as high in the "know" as anyone, coupled with at least two other warnings from entirely different loca­tions--WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WERE EKKERS AND/OR THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS OF THE PHOENIX INSTITUTE? How would YOU feel if your attorney was re­signing if you didn't show up in Nevada? What would YOU do if he did in fact already have his withdrawal papers ready to file on Monday? What would YOU do under these circumstances when the "opposition" is indicating that Dickey, Dixon AND Tips were "working" with your enemy?? Well, if "God be with you, who can stand against you"? That is a nice "saying" but it is valid only if you ACT appropriately!

The case in point was an Order to Show Cause as to why these notes of Green's should not be enforced and the books, which he holds hostage, returned. The trial itself is not set until Jan­uary 1995. The books, as such, because of the now outdated material (magazine type of dating) and all of the books would have to be rebound to remove America West's authority and property rights statements--could these certain RISKS be taken? There is so much valid and solid evidence available that the en­tire confrontation is totally absurd.

The intent would be, you see, to arrest Ekkers BEFORE ABIL­ITY TO TESTIFY! ALSO, TO SERVE PAPERS WHICH REPRESENT FEDERAL RICO AND MANDATORY. RE­CEIVERSHIP PAPERS ON ANY AND/OR ALL MEMBERS OF THE BOARD OF DIRECTORS OF THE INSTITUTE.

How many of you STILL THINK you are in a "nice" world filled with loving people with "unconditional love"? These indi­viduals will cost everyone every cent they have
--including them­selves--to destroy others (any and all others) to maintain their own lies, deceit and greed.

You are told that "Well, we need Ekker to testify as to 'exactly' the circumstances of Green's notes, etc." Oh? Why? There ARE the valid NOTES all nicely dated and signed and to prove further the intent of the notes--check drafts made out to America West(s), Green, and thus and so--endorsed and DEPOSITED OR CASHED. What in the world would attorneys need? Un­less, of course, they are in cahoots with the enemy camp? And then to cry "no trust in me" is the epitome of the oxymoronic assumption that there are attorneys who would not lie or deceive. And WHY would this demand for attendance be forth­coming under threat less than a week prior to court hearing? There was never any intent of Ekkers going to Nevada for this hearing--and the attorney in point--KNEW IT.

I'm reminding all of you who have participated in the Institute that if you fail to demand of the authorities in the State of Nevada to cause them to cease and desist with this garbage--perhaps we have to assume you wish to "lose". Ekkers have kept you covered safely within the laws and further steps are under way to INSURE security. This is one reason the opposi­tion needs to act this week--so that the Ekkers will be "away" and unable to finalize the documents. Well, I believe with this warning under way--we will make some arrangements for some kind of coverage by third parties
--JUST IN CASE. Thank you, E. J.

What will you do for an attorney? Well, I think that there will be at least one other who can see the case from, if nothing else, than the possible bank account. I would even suggest that Mr. Tips may well want to finally answer the incredible position in which he is bound by his own moral ethics. There is NO REA­SON he can't represent all of you and actually be In-House Counsel for the Institute. Mr. Green, through devious deceit, got Mr. Tips to attempt some actions in his behalf which were both unethical and actually enough to cost a lawyer his bar club ticket.

The point is that a "corporation" is REQUIRED by the courts to have authorized legal counsel in good bar standing. So, what if you can't get a lawyer? Well, my, isn't that an interesting question? Indeed, I believe that if you ever FIND your original 13TH AMENDMENT and hang all the lawyers, judges and le­gal politicians--it will be a real interesting circumstance.

So, who are involved in the action AGAINST Ekkers and the Institute? Luke Perry, George Green, Rod McBroom (Eleanor Schroepfer), George Abbott, Esq., David Horton, Esq. and Leon Fort. Of course George Green claims he has NOTHING to do with anything!

Luke Perry's efforts have been thrown out of court for trying to get his stepmother's retirement money for himself. Rod McB­room is Eleanor's son who HAS NO CONNECTION TO ANYTHING but was proclaimed John's Conservator (unlawfully) and I will speak to this issue later, and, of course, Leon Fort who was supposed to be receiving his money as returned THROUGH HIS ATTORNEY, ABBOTT. Abbott certainly cashed, somehow, the checks from the Institute. Mr. Ab­bott has been disciplined by the Nevada Court AND the Bar Association for past indiscretions and an addiction to alcohol which brought disciplinary action. Is THIS the "unconditional LOVE" that requires total love and allegiance to the adversary and persecution to the truth-bearers? The Institute will make all loans "good" and was doing so in the case of Leon Fort--until THEY broke all the agreements and George Green scattered some information around which would be "criminal" in nature regarding the Institute--in his little "deceit packages"--sent to EVERYBODY. The "Wilmington Trust" statements COULD ONLY HAVE COME FROM ABBOTT OR FORT--DI­RECTLY TO GREEN.

Whether George wishes to admit to same, and has in fact denied any relationship with the Institute--HE WAS AN OFFICER AND DIRECTOR!! HE TOOK $350,000 IN GOLD SENT TO THE INSTITUTE, KEPT IT HIDDEN AND THEN TOOK IT SECRETLY TO NEVADA AND BURIED IT. STILL, WITH ALL THIS--IT HAS GONE ON NOW INTO TWO YEARS--AND NOTHING IS DONE. WHY? BECAUSE GEORGE GREEN CLAIMS TO BE IN SERVICE OF ONE OF THE INTELLIGENCE GROUPS--ALONG WITH OTHER TREASONISTS.

What else is the "scuttlebutt"? Who else, then? Well, the facts are now coming forth that Gary Anderson, for instance, made a "deal" with the Government Treasury Dept. and SPIKE courses are set up to get lists of names--and when trusts are set up, etc. they are watched and then the IRS swoops down like arresting buzzards. He was entangled with a bunch in an operation which might be referred as "Wolfgang", etc., and it seems that over $60 million (or billion, who knows?) was stolen somehow....

Now, as to nice Mr. Gritz? The word out is that Gritz is in coalition with the IRS and other government strong-arms. It is told to us by others--we have no way to check on validity as of yet--but we are assured that validation is available that, for in­stance, it is planned that soon there will be special SPIKE train­ing sessions in Idaho. These would handle bunches of a hun­dred participants or so, we are told--and all will be arrested at the ending of the sessions so word won't leak out--but arrested none the less and then another 100 will be run through, etc. Is this true? Well, I won't comment on that aspect of this story--because after all, Gritz claims I am just a 9-1/2 foot lizard who looks like Doris Ekker. I certainly, then, would not wish to cause Doris Ekker any further problems. It is certainly insulting enough to be labeled as looking like a lizard--and as was already said by him (Gritz) to not be as easy on the eyes or as enter­taining as J.Z. Knight of Ramtha! It is also said it (Gritz et al.'s operation) is all working through a White Supremist bookstore which is somehow tangled up with a Mr. Flowers or some sim­ilar name. I believe there are other names which you would recognize, such as Gillespie, Anderson and so forth.

I am reminded of my friend from out of state who used to share with you readers her Nostradamus information. Her initials were D.J.E. and she was "right on" every time. She did, in fact, write warnings to both Green and Gritz--at least two YEARS ago--
that what they were doing would be "jail-time" activities. Those warnings were sent DIRECTLY from here to them. They both thought them to be "funny".

I believe that my own attempt at "prophecy" in these particular instances is that "jail-time" is a foolish assumption as long as the serpents are in power--HOWEVER, when the citizens of this nation ACTUALLY get the drift of what is going on and WHO IS ACTUALLY DOING YOU IN--they may well WISH for simply "jail-time". To me, citizens, there is no greater traitor than him who claims GOD and NATION in FREEDOM at all costs--while having sold out to the demons themselves, the very brothers who trusted them. Is there no honor even among thieves? I guess not. Man has generally allowed himself to be­come unworthy of trust. GOD ALONE BEARS RIGHT OF TRUST AND FAITH--AND IT IS UP TO YOU TO DISCERN THE BRINGERS OF TRUTH. YOU HAD BEST TAKE ANOTHER LOOK AT THE REAL "LAWS OF GOD AND CRE­ATION".


Let us leave this. At the meeting this afternoon we will discuss with the other Board members, and businesses which might be involved, this circumstance. I would appreciate any and all questions from those present regarding this writing while I am present to respond. Decisions, however, as to actions are going to be left, ultimately, up to YOU. I will offer any information which is AVAILABLE for your consideration--but I shall not now--or ever--act as a fortune-teller unless it involves
the direct safety and security of my immediate workers! So be it.

CHAPTER 4

REC #2 HATONN

MON., MAY 2, 1994 10:01 A.M. YEAR 7, DAY 259

MON., MAY 2, 1994

LET'S RETURN TO "CAMELOT"
It's time to run through another chapter or two of each of our ongoing "Unending Stories". We'll begin the week with a bit of:

THE DEATH OF CAMELOT, Part 13
by Ronn Jackson
Customs at "LAX" [Airport] were like anywhere, the gov­ernment employees were slow, rude, and could not handle au­thority. I know it sounds as though I'm being cynical, but it is justified. I had spent almost three hours telling the agent in charge where I had purchased my shoes and clothing and then an additional hour was spent convincing the supervisor of the same thing.

I had finally gotten as far as getting outside and into a cab. I told the cab driver to take me to Santa Fe Springs and then set­tled in for a long ride. I had to pick up a suitcase from a "locker" and that would close the current project. My instruc­tions said to ship the suitcase airport to airport. That was un­usual for normally I was required to deliver such objects. I thought to myself that in this instance the suitcase must be just regular luggage.

I was going to get some rest, I promised myself, when this last phase of the project was completed. A month, maybe more. I had not enjoyed my trip to the Far East at all. Tokyo was as bad as New York City. At least I was a head length taller than most people there and could see where I was going but everybody else could also see where I was going. I was not able to speak the language and thus communications problems continu­ally slowed me.

I found myself curious about the two people I had just as­sisted with a one-way trip to Hell. One American and one Japanese, or Oriental. I really didn't know for sure and couldn't tell. They all looked the same to me. Oops, that last statement sounded racist and that is unintended for I'm sure that most "whites" look the same to every other race. Both of the men in point were middle-aged and had probably also had families. They were both on the wrong side of "Uncle". That re­minded me that I had taken their personal papers out of their wallets and put them on a metal clip in my briefcase. I smiled and thought that if you want to hide something, put it right in plain sight. That customs officer, who just missed everything important, probably still lived at home with his Mother.

When the driver turned around and pulled up to the bus ter­minal I told him to wait. He started to object but when I handed him a hundred-dollar bill he told me to take my time. The suit­case was heavy and as I returned to the cab I told the driver to take me to the Orange County Airport. I simply didn't feel like dealing with the traffic by returning to "LAX". I had only been in Los Angeles for some seven hours and that was at least six and a half hours too long to suit me.

The agent in the terminal handed me the claim check and I paid the fee to ship the luggage to Dulles and that placed the re­sponsibility onto someone else. I was happy to be finished with it.

I made the call, telling of the completion of the project. I said that I planned to be out of circulation for a month. There was a throat clearing on the other end of the line and my Em­ployer asked, which somehow surprised me, if I would mind delaying my R & R for a few days. When you work for some­one else you like to "think" you have some control but this defi­nitely sounded like a request. So much for instant holiday.

I was instructed to go to O'Hare Airport where a package would be waiting for me at "Will-Call". So I cashed in my ticket in hand and told the agent in charge to get me to Chicago and I needed to be there overnight. Well, some six stops later, at three in the wee hours of the morning, I could see through the small window the Windy City skyline in the distance coming up to meet the plane.

The package contained a manila folder. I removed it and laid the cover over. Staring me in the face was a picture of a young girl. It was my guess that she was only about eighteen years old. The glossy photograph was the same kind as you get when you are senior in high school. She was nice looking and I sud­denly had a very sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was sitting in the coffee shop having coffee and a roll and I noted that my coffee was starting to come up into my throat. I took a bite of the Danish roll in front of me. I was having difficulty swallowing so I tried to wash it all down with a gulp of water. I paused and then turned the page to read the instructions.

She, we'll call her Jane for identification only. She was the daughter of a very high level elected official--and she was missing. Foul-play was highly likely. Several large rewards were offered for information about her. I remembered having read about her in the papers. I was now curious and turned to the next page when the full realization of what I was reading hit me. I was to find her. The last paragraph said it all: her father was being groomed for the highest elective office in the land. There was no further information.

OK, an Albert Einstein I'm not! I had to refocus on exactly what I was being told to do. I realized my assignment was this young kid whose daddy was being groomed, or being placed, into contention of President. My orders were clear--the daugh­ter was IN THE WAY. She would cause some kind of embar­rassment, it appeared, and all I could think of at the time was that this definitely involved incest.
I knew that I had not been brought in and involved because she skipped school or ran away from home.

My temper started to boil. Even I drew the line. I may not be squeaky clean but it was well beyond my ability to compre­hend how these people could think like this. My Employer was obviously no better, as far as I could see. To me, the father was one sick individual and some mistake made years before, if this was the case, was not justification--to my way of thinking. The father should be inside a tall fence or pushing up daisies. How could the so-called LEADERS think like they do?

I had to assume that everybody and their uncle were looking for this girl.
I wondered why my own Employer would bring me into something like this. I realized there were reasons but I doubted I would agree with them. I knew that I was correct in my conclusions and I knew for sure that the very first order of business was to find this kid. All I had to do was to figure out how to start.

As I drove to that particular section of town, I stopped off in a liquor store and bought a Sun Times. I visited with a clerk and found out the price range of houses within the area. He sug­gested I check with a bank which was only a couple of blocks down the street. I drove to it, went inside and asked for the Manager. The people were gracious and I was asked to have a seat. In a few minutes a very attractive lady walked up to me and introduced herself as she invited me into her office. I re­member thinking they didn't make Bank Managers like they used to.

I "cuffed" it pretty well and explained to her that I was mov­ing to the area and that I was a single parent. I asked her about high schools and then when I mentioned the price range for housing in which I was interested, the names poured out of her. It just happened that one of the names mentioned matched. I then requested a cash advance against one of my credit cards to add a little legitimacy to my cover. She obliged and soon I was headed towards a Real Estate office. She had called in advance to tell them to expect me. The RE agent was very friendly and likewise talkative.
I knew the entire history of Illinois, as well as the Chicago area, in less than two hours.
I was then shown through several homes which I claimed were "just not quite right".
I broke loose finally and was again on my way--I had had enough of that sales person.

My next stop was the school the young lady had attended. I spoke with the Principal and, after several interruptions, I told him that I was an insurance underwriter who was on assignment studying methods which would better protect our children. He started talking and the girl was mentioned. I picked up on that. "Out of the mouths of babes," I said and requested to speak to a couple of the girl's friends. I followed-on with a bit on how our children are overlooked as far as input and ideas and, to my surprise, the Principal agreed with me.


I talked to the two young ladies who were close friends of Jane. I found out about some of her likes and dislikes, about her hobbies, what interests she had on specific subjects and so on. As I walked back to my car I had to admit to myself that foul play from some other source certainly could have hap­pened. With all the heavy-weights and the clout of the father I was sure something would have turned up.

The bank was in view and, since I was at an impasse, I de­cided to take the evening off, have a few drinks--and, frankly, I had the Bank Manager on my mind. My, she turned out to not be at all what I might have expected from a "financial officer"-- life is just full of pleasant surprises!

The following morning, after the good-byes were said, I was going through the folder again. I had the basic information only and it was difficult for me to imagine what a kid that age would do. Some grew up at a much faster pace than others and this young lady may well have done so to simply survive. Her frame of mind could have pushed her to do any number of things. If what I suspected to have happened was indeed true she might well be halfway around the globe at the moment. I had eliminated some actions such as going to a friend or rela­tive. I was sure those contacts would have been checked many times. I did consider the possibility of a friend being found who might live some distance from the girl's home. The information on the politician was minimal so I decided to make a few in­quiries through some my own sources.

The information turned out to be a lot easier to obtain than I had hoped. The law-maker had a summer home in Florida as well as having two sets of parents who were from an adjacent state. Both were still living. There didn't seem to be many outstanding family problems but I wasn't an expert on families. The town was about a hundred and fifty miles and I decided to take a drive. Maybe I could pick up something that somebody else might have missed. Perhaps not knowing everything or very much, actually, of anything about finding someone is not necessary--that way you don't overlook so many of the obvious clues.

I paid for several more night's lodging and headed out. The town was a bit closer than I had first calculated but the traffic on the roads was really bad. I thought of California. There was method to their madness--there wasn't enough room to have any method on these roads.

How would a kid of her age think? If she would go to her grandparents' home you would be sure the parents would be called right off, the first thing--at least that is what "should" happen. That is, of course, if there are no family problems--and none were noted. If there was any kind of rift surely someone would know about it. It would be in black and white some­where. This was probably a waste of time.

The suit I was wearing had only been worn once, in Japan. I decided I looked presentable. As I approached the first house an elderly couple saw me. I could tell that they thought they knew me or who or what I was. The gentleman started talking and he said that they still had not heard a word. I talked with them for a few minutes and for some reason they had a chip on their shoulders--or a whole pile of chiplets. Maybe they just didn't like law enforcement people. Maybe they were simply intimidated. What I did know was that something was definitely NOT right with our conversation. When I left I felt both sets of eyes on me. They knew a whole lot more than they were telling.

I drove then to the other "parent's" home. I received about the same reception but there was a difference. I was convinced that these particular grandparents didn't know anything. These were the parents of the father; I was also convinced that the mother's parents knew a whole lot more.

I drove back in the direction of the mother's parents. I pulled off into a drive-in and had a sandwich and coffee. When I drove by their home I noted that the car was gone. I thought they might have just gone shopping or something.

It was decision time. I could wait around and follow my hunches or go on back, pick up my clothes and return and watch them.

As I was stopped at a light near their home I noted the grand­father drive by, pulling an empty U-Haul trailer. I think my question was answered for me. Where they were going or who with, I had a feeling it was because of my visit.

I had noticed that the grandfather had looked over the car I was driving so immediately I went to a phone and located an­other agency in the rental chain so that I could get another car. I located a nearby outlet and requested an exchange and asked that the paperwork be ready for me.

After picking up the other car I drove past the home of the mother's parents. There was no time being wasted as the trailer was almost loaded and ready for a cover. There was a tarp laying beside the trailer and it appeared they were going on an extended visit to somewhere. I looked at my own gas gage and thought, "I'm ready when you are".

I followed them into a shopping center where they parked at the rear of one of the lots. Only the man got out of the car. He walked directly into a drug store. Shortly he came out again and was carrying a cooler. He stopped by an ice vending machine where he filled the cooler. He brought the cooler back to his car and after a short conversation with the other person he left the car again, this time heading for a super market. In just a few minutes he came out of the market with a full sack--they were traveling.

They headed towards Chicago. That was unexpected. Then they took a by-pass and headed south. I had set a quarter-mile distance between us but decided to close it up a bit so I wouldn't run the risk of getting separated. As I drew closer I could swear that I saw a third head through the rear window. I closed the distance further to about ten car lengths and pulled over into the left lane. As the car in front of me passed them I could see an­other passenger--there were three in that car.

Florida! That had to be it. People are creatures of habit and at these people's age, they would go to where they were most comfortable and would know their way around. I took the next turn-off and headed on back to my motel. They had several hours to be on the road. I would get any necessary information on the other end in the morning.

The "Banker" responded and came right on over to my place--she was glad to see me. I like being wanted and the feelings were quite mutual. It was interesting to note, however, that she left quite early which caused me to wonder if there was a husband--well, no matter.

In response to some earlier placed calls--my contacts were back to me with information: Grandpa and Grandma had a summer home....

I was at O'Hare early. There were no problems with a flight and as I boarded the plane I figured that the travelers would be somewhere in Tennessee at the time. I knew that they would be traveling route seventy-five and realized that I had plenty of time to get to our destination first.

After I located the vacation home I sat and did a bit of calcu­lating and decided that they would be arriving sometime between three to five in the afternoon. I had to figure-in possible additional travel time due to their age as they might be a bit slower than younger drivers. I realized that I could be off by hours but I was certain that they were on their way.

I puttered around for a while, watching some kids playing volley ball on the beach. I got myself a large bag of popcorn and fed the gulls and waited. I always complain about the waiting, but it's needed and it gives me a chance to get my head straightened on a bit more squarely as I make plans.

I had purchased some tan slacks and a hat. Seeing a meter-man pass by had given me the idea. It made be blend in a little better--at least I felt less conspicuous.

I had no difficulty in getting into the house after which I sat down on their couch to wait some more. I was counting on them driving straight home and surely enough, two hours later all three came through the door. People do not think clearly in times of crisis and it is human nature to put distance between your problems and yourself. That reaction really doesn't help anything and so often it creates a new set of problems instead. Their motive in this case was their granddaughter and it was understandable. I liked these people.

When they saw me all three were in a state of shock and I think a little disappointed. I'm sure they thought they had been careful enough to have no one follow. I immediately held up both hands in an effort to show them that I meant no harm and since I had gotten up when they arrived, I sat back down on the couch. I was afraid that if I walked around that they would think my actions were somehow hostile. I needed to get their confidence immediately. I assured them that I meant no harm and said that their location was safe with me. I also told them that what I did, however, was what others could and would also do.

All three people relaxed a little but tensions remained high and I told them that
I was there to help. I also told them that others very definitely did not have the same plans in mind. I had no way to know as much for certain but if I had anything to say about it, no one was coming anywhere near any one of these three. Since I really didn't know what the "other side" was do­ing, however, I had to assume that at any time a car could pull up and we would really have a situation on our hands. I told them that my information was very limited and that I required the whole story. I identified myself as a person attached to the government. I watched their reaction and quickly added that I didn't like the people who had been hounding them any more than they did.

Although I still didn't get all of the details, my earlier conclu­sions became confirmed. I knew that it was only a matter of time before someone would "get lucky" as had I and no one was safe where we were at the moment--a change of location was immediately mandatory.

I told them about a place I owned in Grand Cayman. I had acquired it a couple of years ago and used it as a hide-away. My only concern was that if I sent them to that place and they were discovered--then I would be personally involved. It had its risks but I didn't mention that to them; they already had enough to worry about.

We unloaded their vehicle and trailer into the house except for the essentials they would have to have which were loaded quickly into my own vehicle. I then drove to a seaport which I had noted earlier, and rented a plane. We then loaded their possessions onto the plane and immediately departed. I breathed a real sigh of relief as I looked back over my shoulder and found nothing following for I had a feeling that others were close.

When we arrived at my place I opened the house and walked through, opening windows as we went. I gave them all of a ten-second tour and then told them to make themselves comfortable. I showed them an old station wagon in the garage and then went on into town to pick up supplies and also to connect the phone so we could have some mode of communications after I would leave.

I was gone for a couple of hours and when I returned they had changed clothes and seemed fine. The granddaughter was lying on the couch sleeping. The grandmother gave me a hug and thanked me profusely. She and her husband were consider­ably more relaxed.


We went into the kitchen and I put on some coffee. While the granddaughter was asleep was a good time to talk. The grandfather asked what I had in mind and, to be honest, my only concern had been to get them to a place of safety. I told them I was in the same boat as they were.

We all worked at putting away the supplies I had brought and then we sat down to visit a bit. The grandfather told me that after I had gone the prior day back in Illinois, he had somehow known that I would be back. They had immediately made their plans to move south right after my departure.

He asked me who I worked for and I hesitated for a minute, considering what I should tell them. We had come this far, however, and I felt I had their confidence and
I felt it unneces­sary to be at all dishonest with them. The entire set of circum­stances might be too much to handle though, so I gave them a general overview while leaving out the more grim parts. The grandfather stopped me and accused me of "dancing" all around ,whatever it was I was trying to say--or not say--as the case might be. He saw through me quite clearly. I cleared my throat and said, "Your son-in-law is being groomed for the Presidency and my job was to eliminate any possible embarrassment
--on a permanent basis". I noticed them both looking behind me. Their granddaughter was standing in the doorway. She walked on over to the table in front of me and sat down, looked me straight in the face and asked whether if it had been her father that had sent me. I responded that no, it was the people who did her father's thinking for him. I then added that I was sure he was aware of their decision, however, and would have played a major part in the final decision. I am not good at lying to chil­dren.... (060220)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I returned to Chicago the following day and reported in. I advised my Employer that my task was com­plete and that I was not interested in my regular fee and that I expected to be compensated for services performed. He hesi­tated for a minute and I interjected that I expected my package to be ready first thing the following morning and if those Washington Pukes didn't like it to tell each and every one of them I would be in town the following afternoon. He told me to please relax and that he understood what I was saying. I did not receive a package--it was a briefcase.

I set about getting her totally new identification. I took the young lady to California and had facial reconstruction.

The grandparents returned to their own home where I main­tained daily contact with them.

After much discussion, we settled the girl in Racine, Wisconsin so that she would be near the grandparents.

I watched over her for several years and she later married. Un­fortunately the marriage didn't work out very well and I moved her again to the Caribbean. She then married a friend of mine and now has a nice family of her own.

Both of the grandparents are now deceased. The NBC show, DATELINE, has in writing, her offer, made through me, to tell her story. Almost everyone who reads this story will know or suspect who her father is. The television show has not re­sponded.

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No, it is not a pretty world, readers--however, sometimes even GOD can find something which allows a smile. It is those "smiles" which should assure you that it is not wise to JUDGE another!

Salu.