Part 10: Bases on Mars, Recovery of Memories
Other aspects of the Montauk Project which were interesting was, of course, there was some genetic experimentation—not very much of it, but it was there and it was elsewhere. This is a side of the issue I don’t care to get into because I’m no expert in genetic manipulation and the attempts to cross-breed races. But there was some of it at Montauk. Much more of it was engaged in at Dulce, New Mexico, and other locations sponsored by the government.
One of the other things they were doing, and, of course, this was the primary thrust of Montauk, other than the boys program, was the exploration of time and space, traveling forward and backwards in time, and, of course, across the galaxy. There was one program I became involved in . . . but I will not go into any more details on this one: the deviance of going back and altering history. But in this case, in the program I’m referring to, it was not a matter of altering history: it was a matter of [exploring] history.
Unbeknownst to the general public—but at least one person in the last few months has come forward to verify it—Mars has been colonized by humans for quite a few years. It goes back to the period after the initial landing in 1962, an unmanned lander sponsored by the U.S. and Russian governments jointly. And the history of that is available in a video entitled “Alternative Three,” which shows a program broadcast in England on Anglia TV on April 1, 1977, detailing what they investigated as the brain-drain in England, where they got into another subject matter and eventually became involved with the whole operation of Alternative Three, namely, get off the planet in case the global warming goes totally out of control and establish colonies elsewhere, Mars being one of them.
According to my understanding and the information I have—and now at least one man has gone public on it—Mars is colonized with human colonies. A lot of the people who have disappeared from Earth are going to Mars. In the process of colonizing and building these domed cities—if they were all domed—they found evidence of underground installations totally sealed off, like an obvious cavern entrance, but a concrete plug in it or some other type of structure which blocked it. And they didn’t have earth-moving equipment up there heavy enough to break in. So they radioed back to NASA—or whatever means they used—and said, “We have these strange things here; it looks like entrances to underground installations. We cannot get in. What are we going to do about it, or can you do something about it?”
According to my understanding and the information I have—and now at least one man has gone public on it—Mars is colonized with human colonies.
So the word went to Montauk, and this was about 1981: “There’s something here we would like you to look into.” So the management says, “Okay, give us the coordinates of at least one, maybe several of these locations, in terms of latitude and longitude of Mars, and we’ll look into it.” So, they got the coordinates and, of course, the celestial mechanics and all of the celestial perturbations and everything else of the solar system were already plugged into this monster computer. I mean, all of the basic scientific knowledge they needed was in it.
So, they figured, “Well, we don’t know whether there’s a cavern system there, or whether it’s solid rock and this is just a bum lead. We’ll send a camera up there, and if it winds up in solid rock, nothing’s lost”—except the camera. So they got the coordinates, put it through the computers, and decided, “Go,” and you put the camera in the tunnel, send it out. And, of course, the way the tunnel works is, it’s a one-way type of thing. You start at this end, put in an object—whether it be a truck, a car, a camera, or a person or a group of people—at the entrance-point, move them up to it, and they’re sucked through it like a vacuum cleaner was pulling them through. They’re unharmed and uninjured; they go through this thing to the output end, wherever it has been determined it shall focus.
So, they sent the camera up to Mars, and it was on, and they got pictures. Of course, they brought it back—if they were able to bring it back. And what they do is they reverse the polarity of this tunnel after some period of time, and whatever object is up there is brought back. Or if it’s a person or a group there, they’re told, “Be at the entrance point and reverse polarity if you want to come back,” which, of course, everybody did, essentially.
Back comes the camera; they get pictures of an underground facility. “Okay, we’ll send a team up there.” They did. Duncan and I went on this team more than once, and we were in the underground of Mars. We found huge remnants of an underground civilization. No one was there. There was no evidence of life or anyone being alive there, quite contrary to some of the metaphysical reports we get from people on whose veracity I shall not comment, other than to say we found nothing whatever to support the idea that there was anyone left alive on Mars from the old civilization. We found all kinds of equipment; everything was off. The tunnels went for miles.
The explorations continued for quite some time, I think probably until the end of the time when Montauk was shut down (1983). But after a number of these explorations, Duncan and I decided we were going to go on our own. Now, the computer system is set up with all of the celestial data, as well as the data from Mars; and as Mars moves in its orbit around the solar system, they could correct for this on an automatic basis. All we had to do then was punch in the proper code number for the “trip to Mars,” and it would make automatic corrections for the date. Now, when the green light went on, it says it was safe to go and the tunnel was operational, we went on our own, twice, to explore the underground. And we found a lot of interesting things. In fact, as I remember, Duncan even found one of the power systems for lighting was still operational. Don’t ask me how—we never tracked that down as to where it came from.
We saw a lot of things; a few things we brought back. Of course, these teams brought a lot of evidence back. It’s all buried somewheres. Even some of the religious artifacts: there was religious artifacts. We didn’t learn much about the people, that is, Duncan and I; maybe somebody else did. But on the return from our second trip, they were waiting for us. And we were slapped on the wrist and told very bluntly, “You’re not to do this anymore”; and they broke Duncan and me up as a team, so to speak, and we were put in different sections on different operations. They continued after that, but we never heard any more about what they found.
But in terms of the fact, that is not publicly admitted today, that there are colonies on Mars that are quite successful, I would suggest that you go find one of the books about to be published, if it hasn’t been already, by Dr. George Merkl, of Texas, who announced this book at the last meeting of the Global Sciences Congress, which was in Houston, Texas, last month. I was not there, but he showed photos of life on Mars that totally upset, but at the same time probably titillated the senses of people who were absolutedly amazed at what he had to show. I cannot vouch for the accuracy of his information, not having seen it. And I do know George Merkl personally, and I know that he is a scientist of great repute who has done a great number of things. He originally came from Russia, but he worked for the CIA for many years as a scientist. He holds four PhDs; he is not a dummy. He knows what he is talking about, so far as I have seen in every case.
George Merkl was a nuclear physicist and molecular biologist. Born in Budapest, Hungary, on 29 April 1930, Merkl studied chemical and electrical engineering in Hungary. In 1956 the State Department gave him a visa to the U.S. and invented a fake story about him fighting against the Soviet occupation of Hungary and being in a concentration camp.
In the U.S., Merkl worked for the Rand Corporation as a microbiologist. There he was approached by the WHO and asked to develop a deadly virus. He refused, and later, when AIDs was “discovered” in Africa, he resigned from Rand and told them, “I am going to find the solution to your intentions to eliminate a large percent of the population.”
Merkl also worked for the Naval Weapons Laboratory, where he did nuclear weapons research and developed nuclear reactors for submarines. He successfully produced cold fusion in 1967 (https://youtu.be/hzjuMWeZRS4), as well as cures for many diseases, including AIDS. His patents were all classified by the NSA. Merkly died in 2002 and his books about Mars never saw the light of day. (https://www.life-enthusiast.com/articles/dr-george-merkl-life-crystals/)
In going through the history of the Philadelphia Experiment and the Montauk Project, I have yet to explain how my memories of my involvement with those came back. The first one that came back actually was the Montauk Project. In 1985 I was at a national USPA conference in Dayton, Ohio. Preston Nichols was there, and he brought a new assistant with him—Duncan Cameron. I did not know at that point who Duncan was and I really didn’t pay too much attention to it until he was involved in a lecture with Preston, a presentation on the stage. I sensed he was a very sensitive person, so I cornered him in the cafeteria the next day, and we sat and talked for about two and a half hours. And about half-way through this conversation, I got a gut-feeling quite strongly that I knew him from somewheres. And I asked him: “Duncan, do you feel like maybe you know me from somewhere?” He said, “Yes.” I said, “Do you have any idea from where?” He said, “No.” And I said the same thing: I knew him from somewheres, I was quite sure of it, but I didn’t know where from either.
As the conference broke up I had an invitiation from Preston to come out and see him some time on Long Island: possibly I might want to work for him, because he was looking for some good engineers. He was not only working at a full-time job, but he was also working in his laboratory on various research projects.
So, this was July of 1985. In August of 1985 I went to see Preston and Duncan, intending to spend a weekend; I wound up staying two weeks. And in that particular period of time, Preston invited both of us to take a trip with him out to Montauk Point. It was at that time of that visit—and on a subsequent visit in 1986, May of 1986, when a group from Phoenix came in headed by Lenny Perlstein, as I previously mentioned—that my memories really came back—not on the base itself, but after that second visit, sitting alone in Preston’s laboratory one afternoon. I insisted during all of this period of time that I had not been part of the Montauk Project. Duncan and Preston insisted I had been, and rather an important part of it. All I could say was, I didn’t remember, which was true at that point.
Sat down and started meditating on the subject, so to speak. “All right, what if I was actually a member of the project and have been part of it? What then?” Well, for the next hour and a half I started to shake like a leaf and I knew that this was the body telling me that something was coming up, and I was sort of fighting it and resisting it, but memory did come back. A memory came back of the trip to the director’s office, and being recruited, and the whole nine yards of my involvement with the project. And, of course, more came back later.
“All right, what if I was actually a member of the project and have been part of it? What then?” Well, for the next hour and a half I started to shake like a leaf and I knew that this was the body telling me that something was coming up, and I was sort of fighting it and resisting it, but memory did come back.
But that was the opening of the door to the beginning of the return of my memories. Strangely enough, the Montauk Project came back first, and that was the most recent. The, shall we say, the debriefing from that project was not nearly as thorough as it was for the Philadelphia Experiment. Long since, Duncan and Preston had recovered their memories, and it was because of that—many visits during the period from August 1985 to May 1986, many visits on their part to the Montauk Point operation—and they were both quite sure at that point of their involvement.
So, the memories of that became more interesting, with more visits to find out just what was going on. I moved to Long Island in August of 1986 and obtained employment there, which didn’t last very long. Eventually I went back to Phoenix in 1987, and remained there until 1993, when I moved to Atlanta, Georgia. In the interim period in Phoenix, I kept working. And it was in January of 1988, late one night on a Saturday night—I don’t know which weekend of January; it’s not that important—I was watching late-night TV on a wide-screen projection TV. At 4:00 AM in the morning, HBO announced that the next feature of the evening would be “The Philadelphia Experiment.”
Now the movie had gone by me. I had never seen it. I didn’t go out of my way particularly to see it, and there wasn’t much time to go out of my way to see it, because when it first showed up on the circuits in August of 1984, I was at that point living in a little out-of-the way place in Arizona, and there was a theater showed it for about two weeks and it disappeared. And I thought it had gone down to Phoenix, but I found out much later that it was pulled after two weeks. In 1986, Ian I. Thorne acquired the rights for television and for video, and produced literally a complete video of the movie, “The Philadelphia Experiment.” And apparently he added some footage which was not in the original movie, according to those who saw it—strips off the cutting-room floor that he managed to salvage and add in.
What I saw that night starting at 4:00 AM, the first 15 minutes, was almost dead-on what actually happened, in the original renditon of the true facts in 1943. There were two or three minor errors. One was, they showed the complete complement of the crew of 150 boarding the Eldridge. It was not 150; it was nowheres near that. It was a test-run and they didn’t need the full complement. Number two, they showed [the test being in] October of 1943, out of the Philadelphia Navy Yard: it was actually August for the second disastrous test. The other part that was erroneous was the base that was connected with the operation. They did show the operation and the connection with Montauk Project Base, except that in the movie they moved it from Montauk to Wendover Air Force Base in Wendover, Utah, and changed the date from 1983 to 1984.
Other than that, the fact that we went underground and all of this was partly correct, and most of it from that point on was correct. Going back to the Eldridge, smashing the equipment—all of that was portrayed in the movie. Needless to say, it had a rather strong effect on me and I knew that I was involved. It took some time after that to sort the pieces out and to get more of the memories to come back. The initial part that came back very quickly was that, A, I was part of the experiment; B, I had a brother who was part of it. And the interesting point was that at first I thought I was the good-looking guy in the movie portrayed by Mr. Pare. It turned out that that was a [character] that fit my brother quite well. The runt there who was the friend actually was me, but I was a brother—that part was not correct. But I did have a pregnant girlfriend, which was correct. (https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087910/?ref_=vp_close)
John von Neumann calls Bielek
But what came back immediately afterwards was that I did have a family, John von Neumann was the director, and that he had made me a promise: that if I ever remembered my involvement in the Philadelphia Experiment, he would try to call me on the phone within 72 hours. It took him 48; at least he tried. At that time I was still working in Scottsdale, Arizona on a project. And that particular day, he tried to call me from Preston’s office in Long Island—that is, the company he was working for. He didn’t know where I was. Preston did have my phone number. He tried all afternoon to reach me, and the operator connected to the secretary in the office for the section, and she never bothered to make a note of the calls or to call me and say that somebody had tried to call me. That night, Preston calls me and says, “Well, where were you?” I says, “I was in the lab all afternoon.” “Didn’t you get a message?” “Nope, the secretary never bothered to give me a message. Why?” And he told me why. He said, “You’ll never guess who it was that was trying to call you.” I said, “No, I have not the foggiest idea.” He said, “It’s John von Neumann.”
Well, I got very upset at that point because that was a first attempt, and it had been thoroughly thwarted by a very incompetent secretary. Now [I don’t know] whether or not it was her incompetence, or whether there was outside mind-control involved with this, because from that point on, things became very strange and very erratic in my life.
Visit with “Howard Decker”–aka John von Neumann
I did eventually visit John von Neumann in upstate New York, and I have extensive slides of the [multiple] visits. On the first visit, rather an elderly man with a beard, and he did not appear to be in the best of shape. The house was a wreck; the whole area within was a shambles of old electronic equipment, [abandoned] cars, what have you. He owned a piece of property there; living in a trailer that was relatively new.
We talked about two, two-and-a-half hours on the first visit. And like a phonograph record, he repeated his history in New York during the war years and afterward as an electronics surplus dealer by the name of Howard Decker. Well, the records show there was a Howard Decker, and there was a man who did all this electronics salvage, bought and sold a lot of stuff, made money at it—that was a fact. But the fact that von Neumann was saying that he was Howard Decker was rather curious. How did this come to pass?
John von Neumann’s home had a memory-blocking system
It took awhile for us to figure it out, but obviously he had been worked over at some time after his usefulness for the government was over. Which was not 1983, at the end of the Montauk Project, but later on, about 1986 or 1987, was his involvement with JPL, designing a piece of equipment for them for the Voyager satellite and the Voyager trip. But he did not anymore remember that he was John von Neumann when he was on location of his property. Occasionally, he would take a wild whim, and get in his car and drive to Long Island. Because he at one time had a home on Long Island, and perhaps he remembered this, or for whatever reason decided to take the drive. When he got out of the area of his home, let’s say about 20 miles out, whatever electronic system was being used to hold him in that altered state of awareness, of that altered reality, wherein he felt—he knew—he was Howard Decker, when he got far enough away he was again John von Neumann; he went straight to see Preston Nichols.
And he was looking for me, but that first event was by phone. There were subsequent trips when we managed to not connect, but eventually I did [connect] with him in upstate.
In the interview, in the discussion back and forth, I finally asked him: “Howard, do you remember the Philadelphia Experiment?” “No. I don’t know anything about it.” “Well, do you remember me?” “Yes, but I have no idea where from.” They erased everything else, but not the memory of me, though he did not put in his mind where he knew me from. Eventually it did come back, but only when he was out of that area.
I have not seen him now in almost two years. The last time I saw him he was deteriorating physically. But usually when he got too far downstream in terms of his health, he would take a trip to Europe and get himself put back together and get—perhaps the word is refurbished—and come back in much better physical shape and be okay for another year or two. I know he’s still alive, but I do not know in what health or what condition. But at least we did connect, and that was after, of course, my recollections.
The recollection of the Philadelphia Experiment and all of the involvements, and, of course, all of the other side-projects, has taken many years, and there’s been an ongoing process that is still not over. One of the other things, which I wish to go into a little bit more later, are some of other the side-projects I was involved in.
There was not only the Philadelphia Experiment, there was not only the Montauk Project, but in the time-period between 1986 and 1988—and the Montauk Project being re-opened in 1987—I was involved in other projects in upstate New York, involving the government and the person who became my roommate. Or, I could more correctly say I became his roommate in Atlanta, Georgia, from 1993 until he died in 1996 in June, from strange and mysterious causes, at the age of 44.
The only thing I can say in addition right at this point is that my life has been a hotchpotch. It’s been a very strange mixture of things. Having been an engineer for thirty years— My engineering career ended, by the way, in June 1988, just before I went public on a lecture in New York state, in New York City, before a private group, about “Project Rainbow”—which was the official name of the Philadelphia Experiment.
The U.S. Navy recovers the USS Eldridge from Greece
Project Rainbow, by the way, was the name for the original phase of this experiment, or series of experiments, which involved, of course, two other ships—the DE-076 and the DE-013—the DE-076 operating out of Norfolk Virginia Navy Yard. All of them were outfitted in the Philadelphia Navy Yard with all the special equipment. DE-076 is still alive and well today; it’s still in service. The DE-013, during the test sank in the Atlantic out in the Azores. And the Eldridge, I might add, even though it was sold to the Greeks, or allegedly sold to the Greeks in 1951, along with the sister-ship, under Harry Truman’s Lend-Lease Act of the 1950s. The Greeks acquired the Eldridge, kept it for many years, and then, strangely enough, in 1995, the U.S. Navy goes back to the Greeks and says, “We want this ship back.” “Oh, but you gave it to us.” “No, we didn’t; we loaned it to you.” They did acquire it back after extensive refurbishing in order to even bring it across the Atlantic, because at that point it was a rust-bucket. And all of the photos taken at that time, some of which were published in the Playboy Magazine—Greek edition, in Greek, of course—showed the condition of the Eldridge, and certain things about the cabling and the wiring which were still there I recognized as part of the wiring of the coils on the deck.
It came back to Norfolk, Virginia. It’s been towed across the Atlantic. It was totally refurbished and rebuilt with a new hull under it—the hull was rotten—and is today, strangely enough, still in service, tied at the dockside of the Office of Naval Research at the Washington, D.C. Navy Yard. According to computer runs on the Internet, it does make occasional trips up to Long Island Sound for purposes not stated. Why the Navy wanted to keep that and the Fogg alive, so to speak, and viable ships, doesn’t to me make much sense, but they must have their reasons. They are still very much afloat and very much alive and well.
Memories eventually come back if you live long enough
The history of this is very strange because not only of my involvement, but there were others who were involved, some of whom remembered their involvement after many, many years. One of the aspects of the suppressed memories and the brain-washing is, if you wait long enough and live long enough, and have no further instructions as to what to forget, it will eventually come up and you will remember it. In my case it was a movie and a visit to Montauk. In the cases of other people, it may be some other thing. Many of the elements which have come back to me over the years have involved a re-visit, whether accidental or deliberate—and if it was deliberate it was by design of my subconscious—to the site of some part of some missing piece of my life, some project I was involved in, to go back there to the area to re-live the atmosphere. You touch certain things in the area, and suddenly the memories involved with that area all come back. It is a rather strange phenomenon, but it’s well known psychologically that this does take place. (5:08:16)