In one breath
Part 10 gave the shape of MM's MAJestic story. This part walks the twenty-odd articles in order, with the details he gives and the details he says he cannot. It begins with two aviation officer candidates called out at roll call and driven to a gated office by their base commander, who never once mentions extraterrestrials, and ends with a felon boarding a Chinese airliner with the clothes on his back. In between: a lecture on special access programs, triangles in cinder blocks, seven probes fitted in a 1970s fibreglass chair, a questionnaire about favourite colours and face shapes, a line of beautiful women stepping through an invisible door, a dim red room and a three-foot tunnel, a year in a steel town, a 1976 Dodge van, night schools, a desert base, a chair in an anechoic chamber, and a retirement designed to look like a crime. MM's own verdict on how it reads: "Real disclosures discuss things that are far removed to what normal humans consider to be normal."
1. The pitch (Pensacola, 1981)
MM was an aerospace engineer in Aviation Officer Candidate School at NAS Pensacola. One morning at roll call he and one other candidate, whom he calls Sebastian, were called out and driven off base by the base commander to "a gated area" and an office with a portrait of President Reagan. The commander told them they had been "selected out of all the other aviation officer candidates", that the program came "from the highest levels", that they would be in it "for the rest of your life" with "no going back", that they would "operate independently and without support", that they would never be remembered ("Fame was never going to be part of our lives"), and that it would be "the experience of a lifetime", three times. He told them nothing about what the job was. They signed. "Did you notice that NOT at any time did the commander mention extraterrestrials, UFOs, or anything science fictional in scope. Nope. Not once. It was promoted to us on a personal and visceral level."
2. The lecture, and the three triangles
Immediately after signing: a lecture on Special Access Programs, shared with a group of young women who were, they were told, in a SAP but not, like the two men, in a "W(U)-SAP", waived and unacknowledged. The lecture explained the probes: "a key to permit implanted agents entry through a special door or portal", and a control on "memory access". To use them you must be able to calm and centre the mind, and the tool for that is the "feducial": three small triangles chiselled into the cement blocks of any building with an ELF facility. Relax the eyes, let the image double, and "it appears that there are three triangles in a straight line". The three-triangle symbol, he says, is also "one of the common identification nomenclatures between differing black project groups".
4. The questionnaire and the door
5. Off-world: the EBP
He does not remember arriving. His first memory is "lying down on a table. Everything had a deep and dark reddish tint to it, and it was pretty dim in the room", with redacted beings around him whose faces he could not focus on. He concludes it was "some sort of medical facility", a "veterinarian" one in his later phrasing, on another planet, and that a second surgery was done there: the EBP, plus changes to his body. He was "told" to get up without words, "directed" to a small tunnel "approximately three feet" across at the foot of the table, and left. The procedure took a week. "This event was the only time that my human body left the Earth." His reading of the technology: these beings "can [1] remove a consciousness (not a soul) from a body. [2] Place it in a container. And, then when they are ready, [3] return it back to its original host body." And a caution he keeps: "There is no evidence to suggest that the extraterrestrials that assisted in the EBP... were entirely altruistic about it. I do not believe that the EBP that they implanted was entirely government approved." When he came back through the portal he was on a different world-line; the tell was breakfast: "This first world-line slide served egg breakfasts with potatoes."
6. Home, and forgetting
The commander drove him to the canteen, where the other candidates were in a different uniform. "The next day I had no recollection whatsoever of what transpired all the previous week. I did not remember meeting Sebastian, or the base Commander." He was released from the Navy as a civilian, went home to a father who called him a failure for not sticking it out, and took an engineering job in a factory in western Pennsylvania. "The only thing different... was when I slept. I had regular and detailed dreams about learning things, attending schools and educational institutions." Exactly a year to the month after joining, the steel collapse gave him a pink slip.
He fitted out a van and drove west, "a strong urge to go to California", passing again and again through a desert town called Ridgecrest. Three years of work and poverty, "like a sheet in the wind during a hurricane", "the real life Jason Bourne" with no memory of his skills. Rest stops, church car parks, cemetery car parks; "luck" that kept arriving exactly when needed, a $5 bill under a stone in the Arizona desert, five nearly new tyres from a stranger, dice that always rolled snake eyes.
"MAJestic had nothing to do with the training. It was all associated with the EBP." Over at least three years his consciousness "attended" schools that "resembled human structures with campuses, buildings, vegetation, parks, quads"; sessions at one place, then another, with breaks of four to six days. "Most of what I was taught had zero utility in my physical life... I just cannot vocalize my" training. The EBP, he concludes, could partition his consciousness before the ELF probes were ever calibrated.
After a talk, a former Navy man approached him; he had been looking for MM for a year. A contractor job at China Lake Naval Weapons Center followed, in Ridgecrest, "a life with a perpetual cricket hidden somewhere in your living room" and swamp coolers, while he waited for the clearances that would let him into "the remote testing lab where I could be calibrated and programmed". "Three years after entering the transport portal... I was finally located."
10. The chamber
11. Operations
What the job was, from the outside, was a normal life: "I would be involved in some calibration training exercises with a [redacted]... yet at the end of the day, I would go home." "Your life doesn't change. You just add experiences, events and knowledge." Inside, it was the slides of part 18: hours or weeks on neighbouring world-lines, chosen by others ("beyond my control"), with a coordinate map he "was unable to read", and the anchoring work described in part 12. His own summary of the value: "I was the proverbial frog dipped in and out of hot boiling water. While the rest of humanity is on the stove being cooked alive." The Commander's later account (part 23) fills in the parts he could not: an EBP installed inside the Moon, a personality compartmentalised by MAJestic, procedures at Nags Head. His article on the "medical operation" he still undergoes in the non-physical, a plain white chamber "of complex geometry" with a cut-out in the deck, records one such "tweak" and notes that "larger scale events in the physical world" tend to follow.
12. Retirement
The deactivation itself, told in two 2021 posts he calls "probably my worst article... but it is something that I have to get off my system": Core Kit #1 had to be reactivated so that Core Kit #2 could be reset and both shut down; he "snapped into a state", "turned into someone different", and could "talk directly to the ELF team" that had been flown in. Under the field he scrolled through his memories, reviewed the "discovery" paperwork against "my known histories", and ran a series of "closure programs", each entered by staring at a frozen figurine ("ten figurines"), the last a frozen Asian girl: "Can it be that these were the promises of what would happen once I completed my retirement?... I say this, because I am right now living the life that was promised to me by this program." The former Pensacola commander appears; the field goes off; "I meet Sebastian at the intake facility"; "Exit to prison".
13. Prison, parole, chrysalis
How the box is built: SAPs and flying pigs
The "army of fake disclosures" article is the other side of the coin: Captain Kaye, Corey Goode, "Solar Warden", Michael Relfe, Henry Deacon, Andrew Basiago, Laura Eisenhower, listed and dismissed as profiteers, alongside an extortion email that offered to clone his site and fill it with malware for a few thousand dollars of bitcoin. "I'd let the fakes propagate." Against all of them he sets one measure, from "Keeping the programs of MAJestic secret": people inside "have a healthy and righteous fear of those in power. For they are, in many ways, like children playing with a lighter and sticks of dynamite."
Read with care
Every article here is autobiography: MM's memory, reconstructed decades later, of events he says were deliberately erased and then partially restored under an ELF field. He says so himself, repeatedly: "I do not recall my arrival"; "I was never briefed on the history of the technology used"; "my efforts to describe... might be wildly inaccurate." Names (Sebastian, Lester) and places (NAS Pensacola, NAMI, China Lake, Ridgecrest, the ADC) are his; redactions are his. The archive orders and quotes the account; it does not verify it. The 2005 mass deactivation, the 2003 to 2004 shutdown reported by the Commander (part 25) and MM's "active 1983 to 2006" (part 22) are three different dates for the same ending, kept side by side.
Remember
- Recruited at Pensacola in 1981 with no mention of aliens; signed for life; implanted the same week.
- Seven ELF probes in two kits, then an EBP installed off-world in a week; home to a world-line with egg-and-potato breakfasts, and no memory.
- Three years lost: a van, luck, and night schools; then found, and calibrated in a desert chamber in icons and octal.
- Operations looked like an ordinary life. The slides were the job.
- Retirement is arrest, deactivation, registry, prison, and exile. "I am right now living the life that was promised to me."