Dennis Homer Love Jr - Male - United States » WIMKIN

May 15, 2022 9:32 am

Post one of continuing story 1 Do you remember your first driving lesson? How old and what vehicle and location? Also who gave you your first driving lesson? Down and up the winding gravel mountain ... View MorePost one of continuing story 1 Do you remember your first driving lesson? How old and what vehicle and location? Also who gave you your first driving lesson? Down and up the winding gravel mountain roads in southern Colombia, I learned how to drive my first work truck with men that at one time were in a branch of the US military or government agency. They claimed to now work for the cartel and took orders from Pablo Escobar, in charge of security at a compound that was now being used for housing indigenous workers mainly young children who grew up in the care of the cartel constantly rotating from one compound to another during different seasons of work or necessity. They came from the larger cities usually at age 4 or 5. Sold or given they separated from their parents and all live together in protected cartel housing. Amazingly quick to overcome no parents finding great strength in each other as they absorb more discomfort than any children should. Having to watch one of the men hired to protect them wake up each morning and grab the closest sleeping child to their door shot in the head and thrown outside to be picked up and taken to the pit just outside the compound fence line about a football field away. These are the men responsible for giving me my first driving lesson and in the work truck used for picking up dead bodies from an organ harvesting location just one mountain top over. Usually once a day they would drive down and up the winding gravel road to the next compound where husks of people would be loaded in the truck no blood no organs but everything else. There occasionally were other bodies that were killed and brought there as well. I was allowed to take the wheel on the way there unloaded and learn what it meant to predict the slack in the direction that at first went from one side of the road to the other, slowly I learned the correct amount and appreciated my driving lessons. Seems even killers make good teachers when there is no killing going on. Usually, in the morning, the truck would arrive full and emptied into the pit outside the fence line. The men would leave 3 or four bodies not thrown in the pit I was given the task every day at noon to pick them up and put them in the pit. There punishment or humor for taking care of me. If I could not pick up the body because it would as too heavy they would send me back with a machete. I was eventually allowed to ask other indigenous children to help. I learned horrible things about going outside the fence and how snipers practice or played with anyone who crossed the fence line except the men in charge and me a yellow-haired boy who Pablo Escobar had given instructions not to kill, after being flown there from a military base in Arkansas with Pablo Escobar as the pilot and Stephen Shaffer of the CIA as a passenger who checked me out of my elementary school and drove me to Arkansas were Pablo who worked with the FBI at that time picked us up. Stephen Shaffer of the CIA had a camera for pictures that he said caused a conflict with me going back with them and Pablo caught me disobeying him by going outside the fence to walk across the equator line painted by indigenous ceremonies on the mountain top. He said because I didn't lie about it he wouldn't kill me but would not let me leave with them and I watched my world as I knew it fly away as Pablo and Stephen took off for the next location leaving me with killers for guardians. They were great at protecting but lame on church values. I had to stay several weeks with attempts by Barry Seal to come get me but was shot at when he approached. Finally, Fred J Foster a retired photo analyst of the CIA and then pastor at the pentecostal church I attended came and left me fearing his life the first time but came back a week or so later with another pilot and plane conveniently the same day as a trip from the church group to a carnival festival in Brazil. He spoke at the beginning of the festival playing a small role in the ceremonies that started with a fire that spanned the old ruins in a rectangle then music and dancing took over the crowd and Fred J Foster and I went up the stone stairs to the top where a locked gate stood between the parked plane waiting to take us home filled with baggage packed by the killers at the compound that obviously wasn't mine. I had a backpack and a small tin and one or two bags. Everything else was a surprise or a joke from the killers to Fred the pastor who they gave the impression they disliked. You can imagine Fred wasn't impressed when he found out what was in the baggage. Blaming me as if I had something to do with the body parts the killers packed which turned out to be arms and legs and various other parts of the body. Fred threw them all out over the Gulf of Mexico, but I'm getting ahead of myself let's go back to the locked gate with the plane on the other side at the festival so I can get on the plane with Fred and the other pilot who didn't make it to America and the reason why during my next post.

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Post two of continuing story. 2 Fred J Foster arranged a church trip to cover up why he would be in South America to pick me up from the compound. That the girls in the church youth group took and... View MorePost two of continuing story. 2 Fred J Foster arranged a church trip to cover up why he would be in South America to pick me up from the compound. That the girls in the church youth group took and traveled separately visiting different places and seeing the sites before the festival that night. During the time the group was occupied Fred flew back to Colombia to get me where I was in the middle of cooking some meat that I will have to explain in a future post in detail. Fred asked for my luggage and to get ready to go. The killers said they would load my luggage, and also loaded a lot of extra baggage as a joke because Fred told them to take all the space they need. The killers could not resist and stuffed the plane with as much as they could till Fred finally said enough. I took one more trip down to the bunker and pilfered the piles of propaganda and military documents and asked if I could have some of the killers let me have the propaganda but told me not to take the other military documents they had received from a source inside one of the agencies as collateral if they ever got in a jam with the united states. I grabbed a handful not knowing if they would find out before we left. We fly to the festival area and I'm left with indigenous people preparing while Fred goes to meet the group who are traveling to see the sights before the nighttime festival starts. The indigenous people are performing a ritual before the festival like every year that I at that time could not understand. It was very dark and involved children lowered from a platform into a pit dug beneath the level ground. Once the children were dipped into the pit and brought back out they were said to be possessed by evil in the ground and would be sacrificed to release the evil. I didn't know if they meant for real but before I could get away because I called them out about what they were doing. They put me into the ceremony and I was forced to be lowered like the three other children making me the fourth. I was very upset and spiritually confused because my pastor left me with these people. I refused to go on with the ceremony the way they instructed and Fred returned before the ceremony was over as it was dark and said it was only their religion and it didn't mean anything they had no power over Christ. Fred preached a special sermon to the four children including me. We were put into caged coffin-shaped containers that were lowered to the ground together in four positions standing up to laying down beneath the level of ground he was standing on. I have no idea why he dressed in a shaman outfit but the other indigenous children liked him dressed that way but didn't like his sermon. Once finished we went to the festival where everyone was packed and waiting all I wanted to do was go home. Fred said the festival was going to perform a ceremony too but this one was fake and not dangerous. He wanted me and my sister to get in two cages to be sacrificed for the festival before it began and chose us saying it was supposed to be an honor and explained that he would lift a real sword to the crowd then lower it and grab a fake sword to use making it look like he was cutting off our heads. I refused and was horrified screaming to my sister not to do it and she could not understand why I was acting that way. So they chose another child and it went perfectly except I only wanted to go home. So he told me to head up to the plane but to stop at the gate and wait he had the key and was coming as soon as they lit the fire. I got to the gate and the pilot inside the plane asked me what I was doing and I told him to wait to go back to America as soon as Fred got there to open the gate he unlocked it himself and asked if I wanted to leave but I refused to go without Fred and locked the gate. He got back on the plane and waited while I set down on the steep stone steps waiting to see the fire. Finally, it took off across the ancient ruins and made a huge rectangular shape. Music played people danced and Fred came up the steps and we got on the plane where I met the other pilot that had come to offer me a position to fill on behalf of his congregation. I asked what he was talking about and he explained he worshipped the devil and wanted me to live in a protected house on land they owned and kill the people they would bring to me at certain times in front of everyone to see and I could kill them any way I wanted too. I refused and showed disgust telling him my story and how I came to have to cut up dead bodies in the pit outside the compound but did it because they forced me and that I hated having done it. I did not approve of devil worshipers as a Christian child and thought they were the enemy. I as a man understand they have a place in America because of freedom of religion and a right to their choice. I don't hate them as people that chose a different way than Jesus Christ. I feel they just don't know the wisdom of God the way they need to make the right choice and until they see the light correctly, they will continue to see the devil as the one in charge. As people, they are much the same with normal jobs and everyday life issues just like Christians. They have members from all classes of society both rich and poor important and common. They seem to be normal if you come across them because they never speak of their religion identifying them unless at a gathering. It appears to be a religion of unlimited wealth and resources and even works alongside Christians and supports similar causes and hobbies. I went through evil rituals in South America and was exposed to organ harvesting, murder, and evil things but had no intention to join or support devil worshipers and the man had an obsession with me that someone had to explain. I had in my possession a tin of body parts I was holding to bury in America of people I didn't want the vultures to consume and book-size pages of human skin I was going to make a book out of in remembrance of the people they came from. The man took an interest in my unprocessed pages of skin and had made arrangements to drop them on a boat in the Gulf of Mexico by lowering himself on a harness attached to the plane he took them from me and said I would kill him if he did but when he took them I didn't kill him and he mentally pushed me back but after watching him do what the killers warned me against I felt helpless to stop it now and when I saw the bag they were in onto the deck of that boat I told myself I wasn't strong enough to keep them. Feeling defeated I thought he must have dropped in the water after and got on the boat but ten minutes later he appeared on the landing gear after securing the harness and cable it was attached. When I asked him how he got back up there he proclaimed he could fly because he was evil. That clicked a mental button in my mind and I proclaimed that I didn't kill him when he took the skins the killers taught me to collect but I will kill him now he said to come outside the plane and do it. I told him I would let him stay there till we landed but he was not getting back inside the plane alive. He assumed I was bluffing and I stabbed him the first time enraging his behavior and he began to pay attention to the hands he needed to get in and the striking distance of my reach testing all angles of entry to find himself outsmarted by the kid he took the pages of human skin from. He accepted his fate and made one last plunge towards the door and I gave a fatal strike leaving him to give up collapsing still attached to the harness now hanging limp on the landing gear. I felt the pressure of what I did and soon Fred came out of the cockpit asking where he was and what was going on failing to mention there is a camera view of the plane inside and out on a monitor in the cockpit he saw everything and did nothing acting innocent to me till I found the monitor later and confronted him. For now, I was under the impression he didn't know, and told him the truth he immediately refused my explanation claiming he must have had a heart attack outside and died through no fault of my own. Upon pulling his body near the door he saw his neck wound and made the biggest mental game of my life his toy controlling my every move and mental desire in hopes of gaining his approval ready to do anything to make it better. Once he was convinced of my dedication he began by asking me what was in the baggage the killers packed I told him I didn't know and it wasn't mine. He opened one to see a human arm and every other bag had different body parts finally making several people if you put them back together. He nervously started throwing them out into the Gulf of Mexico and I nervously went after my items of interest mainly one tin can of body parts I was going to hurry in America a kilo of cocaine the killers gave me that I planned to make last the rest of my life sparingly as I grew up and what remained of the DMT that the South American Shaman had made by his helpers and he died being shot at the pit outside the compound leaving the DMT the only thing I had to remember the short time I had with him. The tin and the DMT I got a hold of and moved out of Fred's nervous reach. I had opened the cocaine getting a small amount out before he came out of the cockpit and knew the bag it was in he passed over that bag so I thought it was safe then he went back to it and I screamed no no not that bag he paid attention to me saying why not as it plunged to the Gulf I said that was the bag with the cocaine in it the killers gave me that was my cocaine and he said if I wanted it to jump out and get it. I stuck my head out of the plane but came short of jumping. Then collapsed on the floor broken worse than when I gave up making it home influenced by the killers. Fred tried to cheer me up saying I couldn't have kept it and it was illegal as you could imagine it did not. Then he focused on the dead man hanging under the landing gear and attempted to fly over boat antennas with no luck then panic-stricken he saw a coast guard vessel about the size of a tug boat with a huge smokestack. He began to hit the dead man on it tilting the vessel when he did. Convincing me I could help asked me to go back outside to the landing gear again to watch the position of the man in hopes to get a direct hit. I had previously gone out there during the attempt to fly through the antennas and I was struck in the head by an antenna that did not bend. I got dizzy and bleeding started where I was hit Fred was concerned and said I wouldn't have to go out there again but now things have changed he has to get the man off the landing gear before he can go back to America. As I carefully went back out he approached the smokestack and we hit directly in the middle and the cable stuck on the smokestack causing the plane to act like a fly tied to a string headed down to the water tilting the coast guard vessel on its side and he thought we were going to crash as he had everything pulling against the cable snap and release back up we went and the body flung like a catapult completely the other direction as the coast guard vessel tilted back and forth as a floating top in water. He circled several times to see everyone on the vessel was ok then told me to point out the dead man floating in the water once they saw what I was pointing at and headed to the body Fred took back off towards America. Then he asked me to go through everything in the plane and if I could use it to kill someone to bring it to him and he would throw it out. After handing him just about everything hard and the size of a hand I asked him what was he going to do next? He said I'm going to throw you out. I was horrified and determined to live as he grabbed me the door posed a problem that between my arms and legs wrapped up in the planes sliding door he could not figure out. As he became exhausted I spoke out saying if you hadn't thrown everything I handed him out he could have best my hands or feet causing me to let go he responded with he could not harm a person or kill them with a weapon but he could let go of me over the Gulf of Mexico and live with it or constrict his arms around me causing me to suffocate then throw me out but no physical harm. He rested getting his breath back telling me it wasn't over. Using mental influence telling me he was stronger and eventually I would let go because a child can't outlast a man. Then finally giving up and telling me that I won he went to the cockpit and returned with a 357 magnum and instructions after shooting him I should crash the plane near the coast of the Gulf or fly back to Arkansas and crash softly at the military base I had been to or Barry Seals property reminding me of what he knew I had done flying a plane with Barry but still unable to land without it crashing. Then kneeling to get on all fours he said to shoot him in the head and throw his body out and do back to America I asked for the gun then threw it out immediately as he screamed no that cost a lot of money. I told him he had money that the gun wasn't going to bankrupt him reminding him he threw a kilo of the only Pablo Escobar 100% pure cocaine direct from the production line one mountain top over from where he picked me up I continued with I wasn't going to kill him and I hoped he would not kill me. Then he asked me what I was willing to do to get back to America and I said this plane already going to America he was flying when we took off he was going to be flying when it landed in America. He said if I wanted to go back to America I had to do the same thing everyone else did to get back in. I asked him what he said I was going to have to kill for him until he thought it was enough I asked him who he said some people had been extorting money from him or that he owed them as if they were blackmailing him and conveniently were in the Caribbean partying on a docked yacht and we were going to get one to come with saying he would tell such a lie that one would have to take the bait and when we got in the air above the Gulf I would come out of the small closet and stab them like the man he claimed was his friend. Once I agreed he went and got the first one while I quietly hide waiting. Fred brought the man in who was drinking or acting like he felt good. He sat down and relaxed as the plane took off and got over the Gulf I made my entrance and stabbed the man a small amount more like he heard me coming and moved in suspicion. He dropped his drink grabbed his neck and asked what was going on. I said either you can jump out of the plane or I'm going to stab you till your dead. The man didn't think long and asked Fred the same question who said he wasn't going to help him then the man jumped out. It wasn't hard at all and we went back to get another man this time I stood outside the plane and watched while Ferd talked another one to come and this time I hid the same way I could be seen by people on the outside of the boat but not the people inside where Fred was going. We take off and this time all I did was bust out of the closet the noise of the doors opening startled the man who instantly jumped up and turned to look seeing me holding a knife said nothing and jumped out of the plane before I could speak much less at stabbing him. Felling excited it went so well I became brave enough to want to go up to the boat this time and Fred went in bringing another man out and an outside man spoke and said this is funny Fred keeps coming back and this kid who at first didn't get out the plane but every time get braver and braver in getting closer to the boat acting strangely in his behavior as if it was a sign for this is not what it appears warns everyone about Fred saying you can go if you want but he gives his judgment as it would be wrong and if something happened there protection couldn't help them. So even with a warning, a larger gentleman comes with Fred and I don't hide but sit with the man who is drinking and acting slow to his movements, unlike the previous man who ran to the door to jump. When we get up in the air I get up and walk behind the man and stab him in the neck but the knife didn't go in far still you could have felt it. He did not respond as if I didn't stab him so I did it again and he turned slightly discovering my intentions laughing and now showing a spark of enthusiasm tells me I need a bigger knife and asks Fred why I was acting this way Fred said whatever problem that is between y'all has nothing to do with him and says there is two of y'all in the plane I'm going back the cockpit and shut the door whoever is here when I come back I will give my respects too and not mention the one who is missing. Unlike Fred, this man had the strength to pull me off of the sliding door but failed to make me let go of him when he did sling me like a screaming yoyo calling for Fred to help me. Thinking it was over I screamed one more time saying he had me and I had no grip I was going to fall out of the plane and just as he was pushing me out Fred come out pulling on him giving me enough freedom to escape his grasp as he locked arms and there tug a war to throw each other out began. I said to them both there are two of y'all here and I'm going in the cockpit to shut the four whoever is here when I open the door that man I will respect just like Fred told me. I found the monitors in the cockpit and watched and listened while the struggle had Fred losing screaming for my help claiming that he was being thrown out and he had no grip. I hesitated and his position became worse then as he gave up on my help calling me out for him helping me I came out of the cockpit and stabbed the man directly in the neck as he let go of Fred the man slumped over resting and Fred got on the other side of the plane with me exhausted. Fred tells me to get him out of the plane but I didn't feel like stabbing him again it was too dangerous so Fred asked him to jump out of the plane the man laughed and said we should jump out or he would throw both of us out. We didn't want to jump or continue to fight him admitting to him he had won and Fred said he wouldn't go back to the boat again that he was sorry but the man laughed it off calling us weak and that if he let us live we would have to be punished. He explained that we would get into the harness below the landing gear and take turns as the plane would fly over the boat docks at the top of the antennas that at some points looked like it was going to kill us but he said to prove it was safe and that we going to get it easy because Fred was a pastor by getting in the harness telling Fred to lower him more than we would be as he hit the antennas clear up past his knees showing off as that man looked like he could take anything. Then Fred got his and I got mine he didn't make it bad it stung and he said they fly faster and lower when punishing real people even rating antennas that don't bend like the boats we flew over. Finally satisfied we could be let go said we couldn't take him back or they would kill us and that we couldn't drop him off anywhere alive or they would kill him when they found out what happened. Then saying this is wrong but he was going to have to jump out of the plane and it should be us not him. Fred agreed it was his fault then the man jumped out on his own influence. Fred put the plane on autopilot again and took a seat with me in the back of the plane resting and making a pack with me that there would be no more murdering between us he would never ask again and my debt was paid he would fly me back to America for real this time. As he began to go back to the cockpit he reminded me of my tin of body parts and the remaining DMT saying I should throw it out. I said I didn't feel like throwing them out and he began to physiologically work me over convincing me that at least the DMT should go that I wouldn't want to do it in America and because when I ran out there would be no more to replace it and that it would be best to remember it in South America instead of what it would feel like running out in America. It made sense to me and I agreed I did a dose one last time and slowly came to terms with throwing it out it was the hardest thing to do and it felt much like when he threw the kilo of cocaine out. When I finally did he said I should throw out the tin can but I refused saying I will not throw anything else out I brought with me. He threatened to crash the plane if I did and I responded if he did it would be his fault and that would be murder. So after a brief nosedive, he pulled up saying I called his bluff. He had told me in a nosedive early that he would crash if I didn't throw out the DMT I became mad when I found out he was bluffing feeling bad for myself always being outsmarted by him. Now we are headed to America but wear to land was a question for Fred he couldn't go back to Florida without the man he brought that didn't make it back and said he couldn't drop me at a regular airport because the would confiscate my tin of body parts that I wanted to bury. So he told me he had a plan to drop me on an airstrip with another plane and we would both get in the other plane take off and fly around once or twice then come back down and I would stay in the plane on the airstrip while he would take off alone in the plane we arrived in then he would drive back to pick me up the next day and to hide in the plane and not let anyone see me. He didn't tell me the airstrip was on an AFB called Barks Dale. That will be in my next post hope your enjoying the true story of my childhood and understand if you have any questions please put them in the comments.

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My childhood with the CIA I remember being on a plane in South America over southern Colombia with Oliver North as the pilot and two photographers one with a top-of-the-line color shoulder mount TV c... View MoreMy childhood with the CIA I remember being on a plane in South America over southern Colombia with Oliver North as the pilot and two photographers one with a top-of-the-line color shoulder mount TV camera of the late1980s and one ancient 8mm black and white hand crank no sound set up on a trip-pod. Stephen Shaffer of the CIA asked me if I wanted to go back down to the housing in Colombia where he left me on the flight with Pablo Escobar. I said yes just to visit I would like to go. He didn't tell me that he was taking me on the filming of the destruction that would be straight from the president an order of an airstrike on all South American cartel housing and production platforms to be carried out by Navy jets from an aircraft carrier off the coast of Peru. Oliver North was flying his army transport plane to film the destruction with Stephen Shaffer of the CIA. The military sent a well-known army photographer at the time and had filmed many famous videos for the military that most people have seen on TV at some time or another. He used an old black and white 8mm for the military archives that are usually very important videos for either the event or the people involved being important. Oliver North and Stephen Shaffer are a very big deal at least in the late 1980s. It was a privilege to be on the 8mm that film is part of US military history and I'm very proud to be on it walking across the shot from one side of the plane to the other as Oliver North would pull up for the Jets to come in and then noise dive straight down to get the best shot possible for the cameras. I didn't know what napalm look like when it exploded in real life but I got to say I regret asking Stephen Shaffer to show me he would order what kind of bomb to be dropped from the Jets and they were all equipped with the aircraft carrier stockpile of munitions in the 1980s and when they announced the list of available munitions I heard napalm and told Shaffer I would like to see it. I must apologize for being so stupid it was horrible because as the plane came in there were still people running out of the housing that had already been hit by a wave of two Jets just before I asked to see the napalm and as the next wave of Jets came in to drop their munitions the napalm hit as a full football field of fire straight up into the air it was furious and the people I saw running before it hits were thereafter no people on fire running nobody laying on fire they vanished in the bright fireball that light up the noonday sun it was intense. After that, we filmed in a few other countries in South America wiping all the cartel locations that the CIA had gathered except the ones in the major cities there were no populated areas hit. Stephen Shaffer of the CIA picked me up in his arms as I was crying and screamed at me that he would come and kill my entire family and friends if I told anyone about the airstrike and what went on in Arkansas and Oklahoma that day. The army photographer said he apologizes for the way Stephen Shaffer was treated me and said he thought I was a guest of the military and should have been treated as such. I was glad to find out later that Stephen Shaffer wanted me to stay quiet about it until a certain amount of time passed. I look back and wonder if I could have broken the story to the Media I did get an interview with Ronald Reagan before he left office but I asked why the people had to die in Arkansas and Oklahoma instead of a question about the airstrike. Once the administration caught on that Fred J Foster had purposely got me this chance to ask president Reagan a real question not agreed upon by the administration they quickly put a stop to the interview and denied comment. The pictures and videos of that day are still around and it was the closest I ever got to an answer.

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🇨🇴KILLING AND BURNING SOUTH AMERICAN BODIES IN AMERICA🇺🇸 Of all the traumatic things that happened in South America during my time with the Medellin cartel. I can fairly say it was the organ harvesti... View More🇨🇴KILLING AND BURNING SOUTH AMERICAN BODIES IN AMERICA🇺🇸 Of all the traumatic things that happened in South America during my time with the Medellin cartel. I can fairly say it was the organ harvesting that was the most traumatizing, but it was what happened in America in Arkansas on government land and Oklahoma on an Indian reservation that kept me up at night growing up. Because not only was it horrible it was happening on American ground government ground no less. As a kid, I could never imagine that these types of things were going. The sight of the burning pit filled with the bodies of the leftover South Americans that the powers that be didn't see fit to fly back to their countries with the proper paperwork. The ones that refused to leave and wanted to stay in America could only stay to be killed. On the way back from the airstrikes on the Medellin cartel housing in the army transport plane that Oliver North flew I can remember the horrific sight of the smoke coming up over the horizon and recall noticing that no more than a few miles away was a busy highway that had everyday Americans driving up and down the highway in both lanes oblivious to the fact that I the smokestack in the skyline was human bodies being brunt on government ground some men women and children were flown here by our government to be with and take part in the military training and exercise necessary for a revolution of democracy that was to end up changing the globe as we knew it in the 1980s by putting a country ruled by democracy on the South American continent. That turned into a revolution of democracy that never got its feet off the ground and ended up burning the bodies of the people that were taking part in this government operation. Then get rid of any trace of its existence yet always leaving eyewitnesses to living out their lives knowing full well what the United States government is capable of. As the remains of the people burned and they shot and put the rest of the bodies in the pit in Arkansas I felt helpless to do anything about it. Then Stephen Shaffer said we had to go to Oklahoma to do the same thing to the ones left there. In Oklahoma not only did I see the South Americans being herded outside in a field to be shot and put into a military metal pit for burning used in crematorium type situations. This pit was smaller and mobile as they put it on a military oversized load tractor-trailer and sent it down the highway that I managed to get off of the government ground there and stop the traffic on one side of the highway by running in front of and stopping a white oversized load eighteen-wheeler that turns out had delivered the land management equipment that was to be used in erasing even the footprints of the South Americans on the land by totally turning up the ground then stamping it back down as if getting it ready for some completely new use. Gary Webb contacted me in 1996 and ask me to speak about my experiences shortly after I agreed he was killed or committed suicide. They were getting rid of all the evidence of what happened. What do you expect the government to do in a situation like that? Anyway I stopped the white eighteen-wheeler and convinced him to follow me back on the government ground to see what was going on and he went back to his truck radioed a TV station to get there to capture what was going on but the traffic jam that was created by him shutting down the highway was backed up past the exit needed to be used to get there by the news van that brought the TV cameras. So I'm thinking if the news van can't get there there is no way the huge military tractor-trailer with the still burning metal pit on it could leave that's when I realized that Stephen Shaffer had used me in my attempt to expose what was going on I helped prevent any possible way of exposure to the operation. As the military tractor-trailer went down the side of the highway getting in front of the traffic jam created by me and the white eighteen-wheeler with a lid almost shut but still allowing the smoke to escape the smoldering bodies of the South Americans inside on its way to a military crematorium on more government ground. I truly understood that there was nothing I could do to expose it. I went back and tried to explain what happened to the news cameras that finally got there after the traffic jam had cleared up on the highway but by now all the evidence of them being there on the property had been burned and hauled off the grounds even the very footprints of them had been filled up and smoothed over by the machinery that the white eighteen-wheeler delivered. I found it very difficult to explain what had happened without evidence to the news crew and ended up becoming discouraged and ran off screaming profanity and waving my hands in the air walking around the new turn up the ground where a human massacre on American ground by American soldiers just happened losing a little bit more of my childhood mind at that time it was very traumatizing for me at least now I can talk about it. Only some of the wooden framework for the cocaine production in Oklahoma remained used in the clandestine operation to get Pablo Escobar involved enough to trust the American government and release the locations of his production platforms in South America that our government destroyed with an airstrike of Navy jets coming off an aircraft carrier in the Pacific off the coast of Peru. Filmed on an army transport plane flown by Oliver North I am an eyewitness to. 🇨🇴🇺🇸🌎

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July 29, 2019 Dear Mr. Love, Thank you for your generous words of encouragement and your prayers. The firm resolve of the American people to face challenges boldly is a great blessing to our count... View More

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There are no advertisements for the truth or The Blood Line I came to know and experience as a child in the 1980s during the Reagan presidency. On a small mountain top in the South of Colombia South ... View MoreThere are no advertisements for the truth or The Blood Line I came to know and experience as a child in the 1980s during the Reagan presidency. On a small mountain top in the South of Colombia South America during the 1980s I witnessed women who patiently waited in the hot equator sun for the bloodline of human organs to be passed along a table that extended from inside the building used for processing the bodies. The blood was drained and organs removed and the bodies would be put into a pile that later was taken a short distance to be burned in a pit. The organs of value were passed along the bloodline to a large metal table used for wrapping and labeling that a large military metal square container used for transporting the organs. Once processing was finished the metal container would be weighed and taken to a nearby harbor area used by the military and flown across the ocean to be sold for medical and scientific research. The brains had no value because medical and scientific research required documentation and were placed in a silo until the processing was over and then ground up into a paste that the locals would feed to their pigs and livestock. Depending on the organ a price would be set by a co-op or wholesaler used to distribute the organs. The military was given charge of transporting the organs from Columbia to the distribution locations. Then sold to scientific and educational institutions for research and learning all over the world. In Colombia, the indigenous people of South America were being exploited because of their religious beliefs and limited choices in life that made them ideal for this purpose. Children born in larger cities to poverty-stricken parents would sell or give their children to the cartels that would raise and take care of the children until old enough to enter the workforce that drug production in the 1980s supported. Used to pick coca leaves and mule drugs out of the country to be passed along the trafficking routes to America. The indigenous workers used by cartels spent their lives inside these cartel-protected compounds being the backbone of cocaine production in the 1980s. When indigenous workers reached a certain age it was common for them to make a decision that I have never fully understood. They were not afraid of death and curiously lend towards dark choices that most Christians would not consider. For lack of a better word, there was a congregation of people that supported a gambling event involving the expression of the face after death that would be chosen by the willing participant usually of indigenous descent. People would come from Peru and other countries to take part in gambling during these events. A large variety of high-quality food and drinks along with all varieties of alcohol and drugs imaginable. To be indulged in by the willing participant once entered they would have their last meal and consume what alcohol and drugs they wanted while betting would take place by the onlookers as they gathered in an area by the bleachers until the time was ready to enjoy food and drinks of there own as well. There were two contraptions used one was a metal arm that tension was built upon as it was pulled and set into place. A small shape a little over the size of a human heart was on the end of the arm that once sprung would swing vigorously into the chest cavity of the participant who stood in a predetermined location awaiting willingly their demise. The shape had a flap of rubber on it that was lifted and a knife inserted to cut any remaining attachment to the body then pulled out and shown to the participant, while the anxious gambling onlookers would wait to see if their face would express an emotion before they died. The other contraption was a metal helmet that had a retractable blade connected to an extending metal cylinder that a large weight would be pulled up serval feet above on a metal rod then released slamming down with enough force to cause the blade to break the skull bone around the head and under the right circumstances allow the skull cap to be removed while a mirror is held in front of the participant to see their brain exposed and the onlookers focus on if a facial expression will be made. Out of the two contraptions, the one used to remove the heart worked the best as far as gambling results go. The crowd would cheer and chant when a participant would make a facial expression before death. Sometimes if you watched closely enough you could make out a smile on some participants but as a child, I took no pleasure in the matter and found the whole operation to be since less and against everything I was taught. I would walk away from the building along the dirt road and look at the long line of indigenous people that waited for their turn to participate. I asked the people why they would kill themselves this way and why didn't they value their life. Their belief system was not the same and the majority of indigenous participants were old and traveled there from other cities having lived a long enough life and desired the compensation offered to participate. They were recruiting indigenous people to commit suicide for-profit and the locals would gamble on it as well as the processing of the bodies that produced the organs necessary for the bloodline that used military planes to transport the metal containers of organs. It seemed as if the military was being hired or told to transport the organs as if they were FedEx or UPS. Suggesting that the bloodline and its similar counterparts in other continents including at least on-island would have to be connected at the highest levels of government around the world. I was told as a child that human processing or organ harvesting would in the future not exist in the open as it did in the 1980s it was to be moved underground to large facilities and government land where the satellites and prying eyes of the public would not be able to see. I was only exposed to three sites that I remember one in Colombia one on an island in the Pacific and one in Africa. The island bloodline seemed much smaller and needed fewer people to operate than Colombia. I remember being in a small room-like structure covered by jungle-type vegetation close to the area the man in charge was processing bodies. The room had dead people and live people were brought there against their will to be processed. The man in charge wanted me to help him with the bodies but when I refused he made me wait in the hidden room until the person that brought me there returned. The one in Africa was larger and more in the open I was brought within sight and smell of a large number of bodies discarded after processing and remember it was not pleasant, to say the least. The man that took me with him on his travels flew in a small plane with two tightly placed seats used to fly the plane with a panel closing off the front area which was the only area that had a source of climate control. A small storage area behind the seats was where I had to sit when he would bring another passenger. The rest of the plane all the way to the tale was a large gas tank taking up all but a small corridor along the sides of the tank. The plane could fly almost around the world without stopping for gas. I can remember there were other technology advanced parts that were used to fly the plane in an emergency or for other reasons. I can only imagine operating a full-size remote control plane when necessary. That was serious technology in the 1980s. During the second term of them president Ronald Reagan. A CIA agent known to me as Stephen Shaffer told me he was going to a non-public meeting with Congress to answer questions and give statements about the operations he was involved in and I was invited to attend with him. It was a small number of congressmen that would ask questions about his work and my being left in South America. I bought up the man that took me to the organ harvesting places and that was the reason I knew about the bloodline. They already knew about the bloodline and were not interested in exposing it to the world. As a child, I foolishly engaged in an attempt to debate this topic of exposing it as if it was their duty. They responded with it is their duty to serve the interest of the united states and exposing the bloodline contradicted those interests. I understand now that Congress always has much more on its scale to balance than the budget. Yet throughout all my experiences with the government there has been no judicial, legislative, executive, or military accountability for the medical procedures, and surgeries I went through including military facilities where men were killed in front of me as a child which I ran away from to hide in a room on the facility that I thought was normal but when a soldier came in he set down on a couch that sprung like a trap crushing his body in front of me so tightly he could not speak as he died. That happened when I was four or five years old. The man accountable for me being there worked for the government and had a house and lab on government land in Georgia. He signed a contract that prevented him from prosecution by any judicial laws. Regardless he has since passed away but surely there must be a way to protect children like I was from people who work for the government with immunity from judicial laws. It happened to me and unless people demand to change it can happen again to someone else's child. The FBI arranged for me to be the only eyewitness to Barry Seals' death that wasn't involved in his death and tell the last words he spoke. Along with what I saw from the front passenger seat of his car describing his bravery to face his death while he was shot by a Mac 10 walking back from the halfway house making it upright to the car till he tried to open the door then he lost his balance and fell to the ground and pulling his way up into the driver's seat that he died in right beside me blaming me as the kid that got him killed. His death was planned and he already knew about it and accepted it and bravely meet his death. The FBI told Barry Seal and I explaining how it would happen and told Barry what was agreed to be given as his last words and would not tell me what he agreed to say and that I had to wait till it happened so it couldn't be leaked out. They told me the day that it was scheduled for but would not tell Barry. We were kept apart after that meeting until it happened. I was to go on television and say his last words and the details of his death. As a child, I knew I was not responsible but felt an unreasonable amount of guilt that I could not emotionally process at the time it happened. I left with the people responsible for his death and was carried to a motel across town where one passenger that was giving orders to the others got out and went to an adjacent motel to get a ride away while we drove to another motel checked in a room then after I was caught talking to someone in the parking lot the Colombians got spoked and we left and went to another motel further away and checked in and this time they told me I couldn't leave the room. I waited till the first person that came into the parking lot ran to their vehicle flagging them down and convincing them to call the police or the FBI I waited until the FBI showed up and they stormed the room and caught them as one was trying to run away. The one that was giving the orders that got out of the car at the other motel was never caught or acknowledged by the police or FBI. I believe he was hired to make sure the hit went according to the plan and the others were there to get caught.

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