'RAF' Chicksands -  The Truth behind Another American
Deception

od certainly mocked the American Intelligence System when I got a job at a US spybase in Britain. How naïve the British are to think they can ever trust the Americans!  Anyone is expendable, save Israel of course.  There, in the heart of Bedfordshire, was the 69740 Sigint Squadron, or whatever its number was, scanning the heavens and all the frequencies for all possible threats to the land of the ‘free’ and the home of the ‘brave’. Naturally, it also passed on anything of value to American companies. But ironically, the only signals they could not intercept were the only ones that really mattered, the ones that came from beyond space and time, directly into my mind. The great FLR9 ‘elephant cage’ antenna could not detect the danger signs so close to its black and evil heart.

Think back to Challenger. Remember its mission? It was to teach the children of America about space. On board was the first ‘civilian’, a school teacher, Christie McAuliffe. She was due to conduct a lesson beamed into schools across America. Doubtless it would be about America’s well known interest in the peaceful exploration of space for mankind, the benefits to science and technology.  They were all watching for the launch.  It was all intended to raise the profile of NASA and the Shuttle programme. It certainly did that.

Challenger gave the lesson God intended, not the one Reagan did. America’s interest in space is as its interest in everything - to exploit and control. I was reminded of this at a Squadron Briefing one day at Chicksands Airforce Base near Bedford. To kid the British, the fawning and devious British authorities called it RAF Chicksands.  After all, it had a couple of RAF officers amongst the 3000 Americans there. One was the official Liaison Officer at the Priory HQ and the other a low-ranking minion in the outer recesses of the heart of the spy centre of Building 600, on The Hill.

One Thursday in late summer, our Squadron Commander, in our monthly briefing, began by reminding us all of 'our' Mission Statement - ‘To maintain the pre-eminence of the United States through the exploitation of air and space.’ I found it hard to credit his arrogance. Quite a few others there were, like me, employed by or through the British MoD. We owed no allegiance to such an erroneous, if not downright evil, objective.

But then, I had already been warned about my not showing due deference to their bloody flag. At 4.30pm every day,  they lowered the flags, playing first the British National Anthem as the token RAF flag was lowered, and then the Stars and Stripes as their wretched flag came down. All the cars stopped, wherever they were on the base as the music came over the tannoys. People stopped in their tracks. Men and woman coming out of the supermarket put down their bags and placed hands on hearts. It was a display of mind control, as least as disturbing as the pre-war rallies of the Nazis.   I was reminded of the Old Testament story of Nebuchadnezzar and his golden idol. - Daniel 3.At the time ye hear the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbit, psaltery, dulcimer and all kinds of musick, ye fall down and worship the golden image that Nebuchadnezzar the king hath set up. And those falleth not down and worshipping shall the same hour be cast into the burning furnace.’

But, unlike American children, we British children were not brought up as flag worshippers.  I showed my contempt for it all. I kept on walking. I was reported for not showing respect to their flag. I told Lt. Oulette I had nothing but contempt for all flags, especially theirs. (Roulette, I called her, having seen a note of praise concerning her with this alternative rendering of her name - but God doesn’t play dice. He hit Florida fair and square.)  I hated nationalism in all its forms. She warned me about my attitude.  I asked her to let me know when she found out who the next enemy was. The Berlin Wall had fallen the year before. The Evil Empire was no more, at least officially.  I told her “ I run sewage works. I don’t try to run the world.”

Her parents came from Florida. Not long after our conversation, Florida felt the Hand of God with Hurricane Andrew, the most destructive storm in US history, a mantle only recently usurped by Hurricane Katrina. The next Squadron Briefing, in the ‘video news’, showed the remnants of a US Air Force Base which had been in Andrew’s path. The Lootenant never did manage to tell me who the next enemy was. In time, my job was terminated, although I am fairly sure it was because I exposed the incompetence of the British MoD personnel at Lakenheath, in charge of the overall sewage treatment function on behalf of the Americans. It was not because I told the Americans of their hypocrisy. In fact, approvals came down from Congress for additional expenditure at Chicksands which included £50,000 to upgrade the sewage treatment facilities as per my design. The works had been neglected by the incompetent British for the best part of a decade.

But was it just chance that the signs and the Voice both there gave me ‘Lockerbie comes to America’? The messages came over a weekend, 11th to 14th September 1992, 9-11-92 to 9-14-92.  I didn't know it but it was the answer to my question to Lt. Oulette. It told who the next enemy was to be. But I did not crack the Code until the Twin Towers fell. I only got ‘Lockerbie comes to America’. I did not realise how precisely the date was given. 

The first half of the Twin Towers clue at ‘RAF’ Chicksands Air Force Base came on 9-11-92, nine years to the day before the Faulty Towers fell. The second half of the clue came after the weekend, on 9-14-92. The message in that articulated ‘Lockerbie’ truck was so clear. I was driving into the camp on the Monday morning. It had just come out from the shopping area of the camp after making a delivery. I called it ‘Little America’. You could only buy things in the shop in US dollars, even though it was in the heart of England. But then, that is typical of the arrogance of Americans. That is where I paid in US$ for my copy of Newsweek in July 1992, with its exposé of the role of the Pentagon and the White House in the destruction of Iran Air 655. Now for nothing was the headline Sea of Lies.

As the Lockerbie truck came past me, the Voice said to me “Lockerbie comes to America!” And so it came to pass, exactly nine years thence. The crater of Sherwood Crescent, at exactly 55o7’N as the Codes had predicted 19 days earlier, had been transposed to the heart of Manhattan. Lockerbie had indeed come to America! But the Eye of Ra had seen through the mists of time not just for a matter of 19 days on this occasion, but nine years into the future.

The Voice had told me the truth. And what of the high tech SIGINT squadrons? With the FLR 9 elephant cage antenna, they were consigned to oblivion in 1995, replaced by even higher technology.  But although the Codes gave me ‘911’ nine years to the day before the World Trade Centre was destroyed, the American ‘Intelligence’ system did not even have a clue, even one day before. Well, they may have had a few clues, but for all their high tech wizardry, they didn’t have the wit or competence to put them together.

But that day in September 1992, was the second half of the two-part clue to the Twin Towers disaster, still nine years off. That was the time when the towers turned to dust as Joachim Neander's hymn Meine Hoffnung stehet feste reminds us so evocatively.  And his hymn reminds us exactly why the Towers turned to dust. The tune is known as Meine Hoffnung which means My Hope, and that is the tune with which this page opens.  This hymn with this tune appeared in Neander's Hymn Book of 1680.  That hymn book was entitled Alpha and Omega.  An 1899 translation of the hymn by Robert Bridges, the British poet Laureate   is to be found here.  The tune accompanying that translation is the 1936 tune Michael, to which it is most commonly sung today.   The inspiration behind that tune is also most significant, relating also to God cathedrals, chapels, death and 911.  But I only discovered those in November 2006, in the  days when I worked on a tune for this webpage.

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