The reader should keep in mind always that when we are talking about petty tyrants, we are talking about agents of the Matrix in almost exactly the same terms described in the movie. In other words, anyone can – in an instant – receive the “download” of an “agent program” and begin to function as a petty tyrant for the very first time. By the same token, when an agent in a certain quarter is no longer needed, he/she can be turned off and the individual will go along living a peaceful life, never bothering anyone unless – and until – they are needed as an agent again. And truthfully, any of us can, at any time, be activated as a petty tyrant in someone else’s life! However, once one has entered the path of the warrior or STO candidate, as the Cs describe it, that is less likely. The reason for this is that the awareness and acknowledgment that it is always possible contributes to the warrior’s defenses against such manipulation. As don Juan suggests, one of the chief traits of the warrior is self-examination. A warrior is self-oriented, not in a selfish way, but in the sense of a total and continuous examination of the self. Warriors continuously take strategic inventories in an effort to eradicate their own self-importance which is what makes human beings vulnerable to being used as agents in the Matrix.
The story I am going to recount in the upcoming pages will seem unbelievable, I can assure you. If we had not lived it ourselves, we wouldn’t believe it either. But since we are both pack rats and save every email we have ever received, every scrap of paper, every note, and Ark has 30 years worth of journals, all of the evidence that every word is true is easily available. And as we go along, I will use excerpts from some of these sources, if not entire emails. What you will begin to see, as I describe the events, is the mechanism of the Matrix exposed. It is both frightening and liberating. What is more, you will notice certain names and connections that will pop up again and again in relation to certain activities.
When the Cassiopaeans arrived on the scene, I had no idea that this was part of what I would be learning. It’s really a good thing that I learned the principle before The Matrix came out or I would have never believed it! But, by early 1996, I had the principle in my grasp, and, as it happens, the Universe immediately challenged me to utilize what I had learned. The main petty tyrant in my life at that point was my ex-husband. Even though I had not yet even read The Fire From Within at that point, I employed a similar strategy to that outlined by don Juan, and escaped from that situation without ever wishing any ill-will toward my ex, which is, in the end, the objective: to not become like the petty tyrant – full of anger, resentment, self-righteous indignation, and other energy-draining emotions. I wasn’t much of a warrior at that point because it nearly killed me to deal with that one, and he was only a teensy, teensy, weensy petty tyrant. This may have been due to the fact that he was, and is, essentially a decent, caring person. He had his programs, and it is a certainty that my energy was nearly drained out of me to the point of death, but he was never mean or vicious. He was only unaware. But it is those who are unaware that can most easily be used as agents. Anyone who denies the possibility is a dangerous companion to one who is aware. They can be turned on or off in an instant.
Meanwhile, Ark had his own petty tyrants to deal with – far more than I ever would have dreamed of since he was an administrator at a University with a staff and a budget under his control, and a chain of command above and below him. He was also married to one of the great petty tyrants of all time, so it took some doing to strategically deal with that situation. His skills had been honed, however, by long years dealing with the tyranny of life behind the Iron Curtain, so he learned the Art of Stalking from masters. He just didn’t know about fourth density stalking.
Once the Cs had brought us into contact with one another, the Matrix, the Evil Magician, the fourth density Control System, went into hyperdrive to prevent us from ever actually joining forces. We have already noted that the role of petty tyrant can rotate and shift, and that it is merely the tool of the theological reason for the events in our lives, and here is where we are going to see this in action. Most of this had to do with the legal system in Poland, and Ark’s efforts to obtain a divorce there, which we finally gave up and he obtained his divorce in America. But there was a lot of agent activation in his life, most of which could be explained in completely mundane ways.
There are, of course, many people who would suggest that it is all a part of a vast, human conspiracy, and that the individuals involved were conscious or in contact with one another. But I am sure that the reader will see that this would pre-suppose a network of conspirators that is simply impossible to conceive. I had a vision of how it works once. In the image in my mind, I could see a fourth density controller sitting at a big computer console with buttons and levers and dials. He had a screen on which he watched human affairs, and all he had to do was sort of lock in the target on a particular person displayed on the screen, and begin pushing buttons and levers, and turning the different dials to put certain inputs into the situation. These machinations produced frequencies that stimulated certain chemicals in the bodies and brains of the individuals displayed on the screen, and there were nearly infinite possibilities of manipulation available just through this kind of activity. I laughed at this vision, of course, because it was almost like a comic strip character. But I was later to learn how much it really does seem like this is the real way it works.
At the same time, however, there were also active positive influences that seemed to be operative. It is in observing the activities of the various players in action that the theological drama reveals itself.
So, where were we? Oh yes, physicist meets channel and they each discover that the other is the One they have been looking for. However, in order for the physicist to be able to do what needs to be done, if anything needs to be done, he can’t just ditch his job, leave the country, and toss caution to the winds. He must proceed through channels. Everything must be arranged in proper order for the safety of both parties, as well as their future success.
The reader who has read Amazing Grace might recall the bizarre little episode of the “two “Wilburs.” For those who haven’t read it, let me quote that short passage from Chapter 42 here before coming back to the matter at hand which ties it together:
At this time, events began to converge rapidly in a strange synchronicity. Random threads from the past, in the space of a few weeks, began weaving together in a coherent design in ways that astonished me.
The phone rang one day with a call from my Private Investigator friend. We’d cooperated on the 1993 child murder investigation. He had a question about something unrelated to that case. At the end of our exchange, he asked me about a conversation I had with a certain law enforcement employee. Well, this conversation had never happened.
“What are you talking about?”
“I called you back in October when he was here in the office with me,” my friend said, “and one of your kids said you were in the hospital. I left his number and a message that you should call him. I was sure you had by now.”
I never got the message. The kids must have forgotten. I called the number and left a message.
I’ll call him “Marion Wilbore”. I knew that “Marion” was fairly common as a man’s name in the past, but it was unusual now, so I thought it odd. Also, Wilbur was the name of my brother and grandfather.
Two days later, Marion Wilbore returned my call. I thought it was most curious this guy should call on my Grandfather’s birthday, February 11th. Two “Wilburs”.
Then the phone rang again. This time, it was “Marion Wilson,” the owner of a local used book store, calling to tell me that she had a copy of Velikovsky’s Worlds in Collision that I could have for seven dollars. I was so excited that I told her to put a “sold” tag on it and I would be right down. I’d been searching for this book without success for two years.
It wasn’t until I hung up that I realized the pattern. “Marion Wilbore? Marion Wilson? Two Marions? Two Wilburs? What is going on here?!”
The phone rang again. I almost didn’t answer it, but decided I’d better. It was Sam, my cousin, whom I’d met for the first time at the MUFON meeting. Sam is the one whose name is my grandfather, Wilbur’s middle name. He, too, was calling to announce that he had just found a copy of Velikovsky’s Worlds in Collision in a box of books in his garage. He knew I had been looking for it, and it was mine if I wanted it!
Well, that was just TOO much! Two “Marions,” two Wilburs on Wilbur’s birthday, two last names beginning with “Wil,” two copies of Velikovsky after two years of searching, one of them from a guy who had Wilbur’s middle name as a last name.
All within about half an hour!
I mean, what were the chances of two completely unrelated people named “Marion,” with their last names beginning with “Wil” – for God’s sake! – calling me within a few minutes of each other? And what were the odds, within the same few minutes, of having two people offer me a specific book after two years of trying to locate it?
What were the odds of the whole rest of the deal?
I shook my head to clear the cobwebs, sure that I was being taken over by “magical thinking”. I knew things were getting weird, I just didn’t know how weird they were gonna get.
As it happens, I had been to see my brother, Wilbur (he goes by the name Tom), on the day Ark first read a transcript from the Cs and decided to write to me. He actually wrote the next morning, which happened to be my brother’s birthday, July 5th. That’s one Wilbur.
Then, on July 16th, eleven days later, which also happened to be the two-year anniversary of the first transmission from the Cs, a very strange thing happened.
Ark was at a conference in Goslar, Germany. He was trying to think of how to come to Florida within the parameters of the system in which he had to function. It seems that the Cs must have been active. He wrote to me:
Date sent: Tues, 16 Jul 96 08:41:24
Yesterday there was a party and I met a colleague physicist from Gainesville and he will invite me to Gainesville somewhere next year for a month or two. We will see what will happen. In fact I was supposed to go there two years ago and I had even booked a plane, but then, on a hunch, I canceled all. Till recently I did not understand the reasons. Now I understand. I have now more reasons to come. It is not that far from Gainesville to New Port Richey.
I go to prepare my talk.
As soon as his series of conferences that summer were over and he had returned and settled back in to work at the Institute, Ark began the process of negotiating the visit through the proper channels. It was several months before all the paperwork was done.
Date sent: Mon, 25 Nov 1996 11:34:49 +1
All good news.
Talked to the Rector. They will help me – no problem! There will be no money problem and there will be no visa problem. And as you know by now, John will also help.
The arrangements were made between the two institutions, and a firm date was set for our first meeting. Ark would arrive in Tampa on February 11, my grandfather’s birthday. The second Wilbur. And here is when it begins to get really weird. Exactly two days later he received the following, suddenly and out of the blue.
Date: Wed, 27 Nov 1996 03:12:03 +0100
To: Arkadiusz Jadczyk “ajad@ift”
From: “L** E. S**” “****”
Subject: Space, Time and Matter
Dear Professor Jadczyk,
I have read your papers on Event-Enhanced Quantum Theory, which I liked very much. I am offering you the following: The Central European University of Budapest will hold a workshop on philosophical questions of physics. I wonder if you would be interested to participate! […] Wednesday, 22 January:
All of your expenses, of course, will be covered by the CEU.
Aside from the curious date of the conference, 1-22, Ark had never heard of the Central European University. Who were these people, and why were they writing to him all of a sudden and offering, on what is really short notice in such things, to pay him to come and sit around and talk? He wasn’t even being asked to give a talk. Just hang out. And when the specific terms later were specified, it was something of a surprise. Who were these new kids on the block with so much money to hand out?
The Central European University was established in 1989, funded by George Soros, a philanthropist billionaire with very forward-looking ideas. Much of his philanthropy is aimed at improving networking between those countries formerly behind the Iron Curtain, and the West. As it happens, Central European University is also chartered in the State of New York, and has the status of Publicly-Supported Educational Institution Granted by the IRS – 501 (c) (3), the most favorable tax-exempt status, that of a publicly-supported educational institution.
After we had researched it, we didn’t see any reason for Ark not to go. Besides, I wanted pictures of Budapest. The money wasn’t bad either. Nothing like getting paid to take a little vacation and stay in a fancy hotel.
And here we come to the strange event in Budapest. Yes, it’s already just a tiny bit strange to get the invitation two days after arrangements are confirmed to come to the U.S. for two months; it’s even stranger the circumstances under which the invitation came, not to mention the lure of the bux that was dangled, but all of that can be shoved under the rug. Who knows the ways of the Universe, right?
Ark took a train to Budapest, and when he arrived he was met and taken to a very nice hotel in the city. As soon as he had settled in, he called me and gave me the number there. The university was all the way across town, and there was no Internet access from the hotel, so there are only a few emails from this period. Most of what happened was discussed over the telephone.
Ark was already in bed on the evening of the 23rd when a call came from the hotel management. The clerk asked him, “Are you Dr. Jadczyk?” Ark said yes. He was asked several other interrogatory questions, and then asked to please get dressed and come downstairs.
When he got downstairs, he was asked again if he was Dr. Jadczyk. After saying yes, he was asked if he was missing any papers. He was sure he was not because he kept his papers, his passport and wallet and credit cards, in a belt pack when traveling.
But the clerk, after hemming and hawing around, produced both his passport and his wallet with credit cards and all. It was claimed that someone had found them in the computer lab at the University and had turned them in to the hotel management.
Well, this was so unlikely a story that Ark could hardly believe it. He retrieved his possessions, went right upstairs and called me. The whole situation was perfectly ludicrous. In the first place, if someone found the papers in the computer lab, and knew enough about to whom they belonged to convey them to the right hotel, why didn’t that person just call Ark on the phone and say they had found his papers? The hotel clerk refused to identify who had found them, and that was suspicious also.
But that didn’t even come close to explaining how his papers were removed from his belt pack. He was absolutely certain that he had the belt pack on the entire time, had not opened it in the computer lab, had not had any reason to open it at any other time before he returned to the hotel, and the only possible time it could have been removed from his person was during the ride back to the hotel on the public trolley. He had stayed behind that day to write an email to me from the computer lab at the University when all the other conference participants had been transported back to the hotel, so he had to go back alone on the public transportation. It had been crowded, so it would not have been impossible for a skillful pickpocket to have filched the papers.
But why would they return them? And why not just take them up to the room and deliver them? Why the big official drama about getting dressed and coming downstairs to identify what the hotel management must have known was his property. After all, he had checked in, they knew his name and room number.
The whole thing stunk to high heaven. I decided to ask Cs:
January 25, 1997
Q: (T) Is the government watching [Ark]?
A: Yes. […]
Q: (T) Is the U.S. government watching him? Or at least have taken note of his actions? Think about it; he was invited to the conference.
A: That may be true long before any of this!
Q: (T) They’re watching him because he’s a top-rated European scientist; they watch everybody. But, just think; he was invited to the conference, and you asked why was he invited to the conference, besides for his expertise?
A: If you beg for advice in this matter, we will say only this: perhaps best to concentrate all, and we do mean all, energies upon this matter and the seriousness therein during communications. There will be “time” for matters more akin to the “future,” and of the heart, at a later juncture. Needs to understand the dangers that lurk, and that are potentially extreme, once and for all!!!!! […]
Q: (T) The Feds, and the scientific community want to make sure that Ark’s not doing something behind their back that they should be aware of at this point. Are we right about the papers, and the passport and the credit card?
Q: (L) What happened to the passport and the credit card?
A: Examination, encoding, and alteration for purposes of monitoring.
Q: (L) Where did they remove them? Where were they taken? Where was he when they were taken?
A: Seated in crowded setting.
Q: (J) When were they replaced? (L) They weren’t replaced; they were given back to him at the desk. (J) Oh, that’s right! (L) Who took them? (J) Who returned them?
A: Agent from Alpha 1.
Q: (T) Probably a government program. (J) Theirs, or ours? (L) They’re all the same.
Q: (L) OK, would it be advisable for him to try and have these cards replaced?
Q: (T) It won’t matter. Besides, if he does that, then they’ll know he knows! Then, they’ll just give him another set that’s marked!
A: Knowledge protects and … ignorance endangers!
Q: (L) And what else was it about that whole situation that we wanted to know? Was Ark trying to communicate to me that he was in danger when he was telling me about the cards and paperwork, or that he was aware of the situation?
A: Sensed something awry, but misdiagnosed, partially.
Q: (J) Why was the phone call to him in his room so interrogatory?
A: To gauge awareness.
Q: (L) Are they monitoring my phone calls to him there, every day?
Q: (T) They even monitor phone calls to Canada and back, and we’re buddies. We’re all the same country, it’s across-border, and they monitor them. (J) Are they monitoring all your phone calls? (L) Probably.
A: Sometimes “they” even monitor these communications. Long ago, we told you how technology now existent makes such things as phone taps, for but one example, totally, completely, and ridiculously obsolete.
Q: (L) Should I try to tell him anything, either by the phone, or by e-mail, about this?
Q: (T) You don’t have to. He has to be aware of it on his own, and from what you’ve already told us, he’s aware. The scientology thing has to have really blown him away … where would that come from?
A: Assumptions. Awareness needs to be increased. And, we must tell you that “secret world government” technologies are approximately 150 years in advance of anything that you have access to.
Q: (L) Why is it pointless for me to try to communicate any of this to him? Why did you reply “pointless” to that?
A: Not what we said. It is not pointless to warn him to smarten up on the vigilance and caution scales. Just pointless to try to direct him with details, or practice “subterfuge.” After all, when your mind can be read like the morning newspaper, what is the point?
And so, even though it was a small, strange incident, we had our first real in-your-face clue that somebody really was watching, and that there were, indeed, strange things going on behind the scenes. And it was going to get a lot uglier. There were petty tyrants everywhere.
The sparring match had begun.