/u/FausteinManor

I never should have opened that letter. I have now learned there are things that are better left untouched. Oh God, please help me.

I did everything you asked and more. You showed me the truth and yet I tried to ignore it. But now I see. Oh yes, I see everything. The deception and the lies. The puppeteer pulling the strings behind the curtain. It was all so obvious.

As a structural engineer, rationality was my religion. I have now renounced those false idols for I now realize they misled me from the truth.

They hide in plain sight. The signs were there but, like everyone else, I chose to ignore them. Wars, famines, floods, financial meltdowns, they are all connected by a thread of lies.

The rise of Julius Caesar. The Crusades. The assassination of Franz Ferdinand. The assassination of JFK. The threads connecting disparate events. The waves that rippled through our history. The puppeteers behind the scene.

Yesterday, I received a phone call. The person on the other end of the line told me she was Lynn, a girl I met last month. But I know who she really is. I see through all of their games now. I see the truth. The man who stopped to tie his shoes in front of my house yesterday, I saw him. The young boy who was playing on the sidewalk yesterday, oh yes I saw him too. The employee at the supermarket. The delivery guy. My mother. I see them all for what they are.

The law cannot stop them. They are the law.

When I opened the letter, I let go of my former self. The one with a job, the one with a loving girlfriend, the one with certainties ingrained since childhood by family and school. I shed my soul and replaced it with doubt and anguish.

The eye. It constantly watches me. It watches all of us. It is relentless. Help me. Help all of us.

I met Jess last summer through friends we had in common. It wasn't love at first sight but, after a few months, we were inseparable. Last month, she broke into my study. She saw everything -- the books, the writings on the walls, the photographs. She thinks I've gone crazy. But I'm not crazy. For the first time in my life, I feel completely sane. I need a way to make her see the truth. I need a way to pull the veil from her eyes.

Threads. Threads everywhere. In the newspapers. On the Internet. On the TV.

Roswell, chemtrails, the reptilians... smokescreens designed to make any person interested in researching the truth look like a fool to the eyes of the unsuspecting public. It's all part of their plan.

Staying hidden is frightfully easy if no one even knows you exist. That is how they managed to stay hidden throughout the centuries. Hiding behind shadows, exploiting every weakness of the human race.

I know that at one point they will kill me. They chose me but I disobeyed and opted to tell the world the truth. Before they catch me, I must finish what I started. I must find someone who will listen to me, someone with an open mind and the resources to take them down. Not someone from the government, no. They obviously can't be trusted. But who, then?

Yesterday, I bought the last fifteen issues of the New-York Times. I was right. Using the Fibonacci sequence (minus the zero), I found what has to be a clue. Someone is communicating with us. Words found: destruction, chaos, conspiracy, died, wartime, government, exists, hospitals, lie, official, shadows, stolen, behind, retribution, mass. It can't be a coincidence. Someone knows and is trying to warn the population.

Last night, I noticed a white van parked in front of my house. I turned off all the lights and watched it in the dark from my bedroom window. It didn't move, although I am quite sure there was someone in the drivers seat. They must be watching me 24 hours a day. They must fear me because I am getting too close to the truth.

They are behind each major organized religion, using each of them to further their hidden agenda.

If I die suddenly, I want the world to know that they are responsible for it. Whether it's a car accident, a sudden illness or a random act of violence, they will be the ones behind it.

Today, I learned that my family has filed for involuntary commitment on my behalf. I'm certain they got to my mom and my dad and forced them to sign those papers. I must be getting close to the truth. They're getting restless. I will not stop.

Mass entertainment was designed by them to lull us into submission. We are now docile sheep willing to accept whatever plan they have for us. I am scared.

It all started on a beautiful, sunny Wednesday morning. After waking up and drinking a strong cup of coffee, I opened my mailbox and immediately noticed the large, brown envelope. I can now say with confidence that my life will always be split in two parts, with the first part ending that morning and the second one starting at the exact right moment I opened that envelope and read its contents.

Last night, as I laid in bed and slowly drifted into sleep, my mind made yet another connection. They are not just responsible for promoting the spread of organized religion, they must actually be the ones behind it. It all makes sense now. Each of the major religions we know was founded by a single man who supposedly received divine or spiritual knowledge. What if each of these men was actually one of their agents, used by them to create a new religion and therefore improve their control over the population? I must investigate this further today.

Recently, I've started to notice the Location icon on my smartphone popping up at random times. I'm now certain they are using my phone's GPS chip to track me down. This afternoon, I am going to take the subway and give my phone to the first homeless person I see. That should keep them occupied for a while.

Do not follow in my footsteps unless you are willing to sacrifice absolutely everything: your home, your family, your friends, your job and yes, even your sanity. I wish I had known this before. Instead, I had to find out the hard way.

My first thought was, naturally, to go to the police. But, how can I trust them? For all I know, they could be working for them. Even the media cannot be trusted. So, instead, I post my findings on Reddit. At least here, no one can distort my words. I have, of course, taken steps to ensure my anonymity. People may call me crazy but I'm not a fool.

One of my best friends, Ivan, called me out of the blue yesterday. He asked me how I was doing and said we should get together sometime. I know exactly what he was up to. They are trying to pull a fast one on me by using my friends. They think I don't see through their lies. They think I won't suspect anything. But, I know. Oh yes, I know. It doesn't matter how (threats? blackmail?) but they got to him and are now using my friend to locate me. I decided not to answer Skype calls anymore. The only people I will talk to from now on are strangers like you.

NEW ENTRIES 5/16/16

I've spent the past week digging up material at the local library and on the Internet. I can now see their invisible hand reshaping our world, our history. People generally assume that they have only been active for a few centuries but, although that also was my original assessment, my research has now forced me to acknowledge the fact that they have been manipulating mankind for over three thousand years.

For the past few days, I've been staying at a place I rented via AirBnB using a friend's account and credit cards. My Internet connection is first routed through a VPN and then through Tor. I know I should feel safe now, I know there is no way they can find me. And yet... I see strange cars in the street and people staring at me. Are they following me, do they report all of my moves to a higher authority, or are they simply staring at me because I look like hell? I haven't shaved in weeks and I've been wearing the same clothes for days. But do people really care that much about a stranger's disheveled appearance that they would stare at him and even seemingly follow him? Probably not. Which means that I need to move again fast.

Picture the following scenario for a moment: you're a middle-aged man living in the suburbs with your wife and you've been having an affair for months with your neighbor's teenage daughter.

For the past few weeks, you've been concerned about your wife's behavior. It has now come to a point where you're actually starting to think she may suspect something.

So, what can a cheater like you do to avoid a painful divorce?

Well, of course, you could stop seeing the girl. But, even if you stopped the affair now -- and let's face it, you have no intention of giving her up, you could still get in trouble for starting it in the first place.

Or, maybe, you could be upfront and tell your wife everything about it, hoping that she could forgive you. But, do you really want to put your life in her hands? I'm sure you don't.

So, what can you actually do?

Well, in this scenario, let's assume that your wife is crazy about gardening, and particularly about her roses. She spends countless hours each week shopping for new ones, planting her latest acquisitions and caring for them.

Now, what would happen if, say, every week, in the dead of night, something happened to those roses? For example, on week 1, they could be torn by their roots and scattered around your lovely front garden. On week 2, they could catch fire. On week 3, snip snip there go their flowers. And so on, and so on.

Let me tell you what would happen in this fictional scenario: your wife would divert all of her attention to the Mysterious Case of the Rose Killer. For hours, she would look for possible culprits, try to devise ways to catch that person in the act or come up with all sorts of methods to try to keep her roses out of reach from that mysterious person.

In the meantime, your teenage neighbor would completely disappear off her radar. Mission accomplished: your fictional self is now free to resume his illicit dalliance.

This was a fictional scenario, but this is how they work.

NEW ENTRIES 5/17/16

From now on, I will refer to them as "The Group." While they have adopted a series of different names throughout history -- some of them well-known to the general public, calling them by any of those names would be reductive.

The following account is based on the extensive research I conducted during those past few weeks. It is a factual account of events that occurred during the first half of the twentieth century. Facts that I could not fully corroborate through research have been omitted.

In the 1920's, the Group opted to support the early political activities of Adolf Hitler, including the infamous Beer Hall Putsch. Funds were funneled directly from a company whose director was a prominent Group member to Hermann Esser, one of Hitler's closest associates at the time.

The honeymoon between the Group and the Nazis ended in the early 1930's as the Group quickly came to realize that Hitler was too unpredictable to be trusted. Consequently, they withdrew their financial support to what had become one of the main political parties in Germany. Of course, Hitler was not a man known for forgiving such betrayals. One of the first orders given to the newly-created Gestapo was to root out secret societies from Germany and detain all of their members. Freemasons, Rosicrucians and others were summarily sentenced and imprisoned. Just a few years later, Hitler would bypass the legal system entirely and directly send known or suspected members of such societies to concentration camps.

Unfortunately for Hitler, the Group escaped unscathed from this purge. Unlike the aforementioned societies, the Group held real power. Political and financial power. The kind of power that lets you smuggle a hundred people out of Germany with ease. As early as 1938, all members of the group residing in Germany had left the country. However, the Group's German archives, quite voluminous due to the Group's storied history in the country, could not be as easily smuggled.

To prevent those archives from falling into the hands of the Nazis, they were hidden in crates and transported in the dead of night to one of the basements of the Kaiser-Fridrich Museum in Berlin, a location unlikely to be searched by Gestapo or SS officers. And, in that basement, they remained until the fall of the Third Reich.

In 1947, prominent German members of the Group had begun to come home. One of their first tasks upon returning to their homeland was to secure a new location for the Group's German headquarters and transport the archives from the museum to that location. On July 3rd, 1947, at 2AM, members of the Group started carrying heavy crates of documents from the museum's basement to a truck parked along the Kupfergraben Canal. Unfortunately for them, things didn't quite go as planned. The museum was located in what was then East Berlin, which was under direct control from the USSR. According to a report I managed to find, at 2:34AM, a group of four Red Army officers noticed the truck and decided to question its driver. In the middle of carrying crates out the museum's service entrance, Group members saw the driver being thrown to the ground and handcuffed. They knew that, once arrested by USSR forces, the driver was likely to be tortured, which could have led to their secrets being exposed. Consequently, they did not hesitate. They pulled out their guns and swiftly shot all four officers in the head.

At 6:14AM, the bodies of the four men were found by a boy on his way to school.

At 7:28AM, Red Army officials arrived on site and started questioning potential witnesses.

At around 9AM, the security guard who had been on duty that night at the museum was taken away by agents from the MGB, a Soviet agency which, a decade later, changed its name and became known as the KGB.

Suspecting that it may have been an act of resistance committed either by former Nazis or by anti-Communist agents, the agents were determined to find the culprits. Tortured for hours, the security guard finally gave up the names of two of the Group's members present at the museum that night.

Coincidentally, after having been exfiltrated from Nazi Germany, those two members had both spent the wartime years in the United States, a fact that the MGB was quickly able to uncover. The agency quickly came to the conclusion that these men had been spies acting on behalf of the Americans. This unwarranted aggression from the US was the best news the USSR could have received in those early years of the Cold War. The Soviet government quickly prepared a series of articles that were to be published a few days later by state media outlets, telling the story of the four brave Red Army soldiers being ignominiously shot at night by American spies. Interviews from their mothers and wives, childhood pictures, nothing would be spared in the USSR's bid to turn public opinion against Washington.

A mere five hours after the incident, the members of the Group who had been at the museum that night were already out of the country and on their way to the Group's French headquarters. Now that those agents were out of Moscow's reach, the Group was free to address the remaining issue: the publication within days of the story concocted by the Soviets. Of course, the members mentioned in those stories had never been spies, but the Group could not afford to have their names released to the public. Furthermore, what was now labeled an international incident could trigger an investigation that may leave the Group exposed. They had to act quickly and decisively.

A year earlier, in 1946, a prominent member of the Group had been invited to the Bikini Atoll, in the Pacific, where the first full-scale tests of a revolutionary new weapon, the A-Bomb, were about to take place. There, thanks to the help of friends of the Group in the US Armed Forces, he met a vast number of military personnel and, after receiving the go-ahead from the Group, decided to recruit two of them.

On the morning of July 8th, 1947 -- 24 hours before the publication of the museum articles in the Soviet press, the first of these men, Lieutenant Walter G. Haut, now assigned to the 509th Bomb Group in the small town of Roswell, New Mexico, sent a press release to local newspapers, stating that a flying disc had crashed a few miles outside the base.

Twelve hours later, the second recruit from the Bikini Atoll, Commanding General Roger Ramey of the Air Force held a press conference where he declared that the object that had crashed near a ranch outside of town had been nothing more than a weather balloon.

Almost immediately, the press turned its attention to the small New Mexico town, where, for the first time in history, a government official had acknowledged the existence of extraterrestrials. The press conference from General Ramey only exacerbated the media's interest, with journalist analyzing both statements in details, trying to find evidence of a cover-up.

Even though the story only remained on the front pages of newspapers for 48 hours, it was enough to bury the story of the four slain Red Army officers. Four dead soldiers just cannot compare to the first possible extraterrestrial contact in human history. The story died and, with it, any threats to the Group's survival.

The Group, the secrets, the public, the UFOs.

The husband, the mistress, the wife, the roses.

NEW ENTRY 5/18/16

Got my website up and running. Registered under a fake name and hosting paid in Bitcoins. It may prove to be useful when I actually need to upload media.

On a sidenote, I've now started receiving weird PMs on Reddit. I think the Group is trying to make contact with me.

This thread will be updated as the story continues on.

I bolded what I interpreted to be important details.