Conspiracy Nation -- Vol. 12 Num. 50
("Quid coniuratio est?")
RAYELAN RUSSBACHER MEETS "THE KING OF THE WORLD" ================================================
Vignettes From My Life With Gunther Russbacher
"The Day I Met The King of The World"
And Other Interesting Tidbits
By Rayelan Russbacher
I met the King of the World in July of 1990. I had been married to Gunther [Russbacher ONI, CIA] about a year. Gunther had been in jail near St. Louis, the entire time. I was in California. I had not seen Gunther since he had been arrested two days after we were married.
I arranged through a film company with whom I worked, to buy Gunther's life story for $40,000. The prosecutor agreed to take the money and he released Gunther.
Gunther and I left St Louis and drove directly to Offutt Air Force Base in Omaha. We stayed in VIP quarters. William Webster, the DCI (Director of Central Intelligence) was on one side of us. Brent Scowcroft, the NSA, (National Security Advisor) was on the other side. George Bush was across the hall, and Dick Cheney (Secretary of Defense) was at the end of the hall.
William Webster wore red shorts and a red Hawaiian shirt.
The meeting was to upgrade Gunther on his SR 71 flying so he could fly a mission to Moscow. On the mission with Gunther were, Brent Scowcroft, William Webster, Gunther's boss, the DCO (Director of Covert Operations) an Admiral named Wilhelm Johann. There was a fourth passenger, but Gunther would never tell me who he was.
When they got to the Moscow airport, there was no translator, so Gunther had to do the translation. He said there was an old KGB spy who was a friend, so he and Gunther did the translating for the group. The Russian delegation included Mikhail Gorbachev.
Gunther and his covert group of high ranking United States officials carried a treaty to Moscow for Gorbachev to sign. The day of this flight was July 26, 1990. This was one day after April Glaspie met with Saddam Hussein and gave him the green light to invade Kuwait.
The meeting on Offutt was from July 19 to July 22.
Gunther and his group left from the Municipal airport in Reno, Nevada, the afternoon of July 26, 1990. I watched at the edge of the runway as the four SR-71's came in. Three were painted in desert camouflage. Only one was the standard black titanium. Following the four 71's came a white Learjet.
This was the same Learjet that Gunther and I had taken when we fled his "handlers" and flew to Reno, one year earlier, to get married. At the time we took it to Reno, it was black, with red pin stripes. While we were staying on Offutt, William Webster, the DCI, called our room and told Gunther to look out the window. We were in a room that had full view of the flight line.
We saw a white Learjet that looked just like our old "Blackbird." I was listening on the phone when William Webster said, "That's your old plane. We painted it white and renamed it 'The Pigeon.'"
Gunther shouted some colorful words and banged the telephone on the wall as if hitting Webster. The sound of laughter came from the room where Webster was staying. It could be heard through the walls. Gunther stormed out the door and went to pound on the door of Webster's room. I stood in our doorway watching it all.
"Let me in", I heard Gunther roar.
"You think we're crazy?" a voice replied.
"I'll break this door down." Gunther threatened. "Let me in. I'm going to pound you into toast."
At that moment, two men dressed in dark suits approached Gunther. One said, "Captain, don't you think you should go back into your room before we have to get nasty?"
Gunther looked at them and walked back into the room, slamming the door behind him. He went back to the wall adjoining Webster's room, and pounded on it again. "Just wait, I'll get you guys. Your time is coming!" Gunther yelled this at the top of his voice. I could hear laughter and voices, but I couldn't understand what they were saying.
Four SR 71's flew to Moscow, only three came back. One was left in Moscow, with the pilot. The other three flew back in a close wing pattern that registered on radar as one plane.
We left Offutt on the 22nd of July and drove non stop to Winnemucca, Nevada. We arrived at the Red Lion Hotel. It was about 2pm in the afternoon. Gunther requested a specific ground floor room near the front of the hotel.. Gunther and I had taken turns sleeping as the other drove for a day and a half, we were tired, but not sleepy. All we wanted was a hot bath and something to eat.
As we walked into the room Gunther said, "This is A CIA room. Turn on the television. There is a CIA training channel."
I followed his orders, and sure enough there was a very unusual black and white film. "Watch that," Gunther ordered. I sat on the bed in front of the television. He went into the bathroom and took a hot bath.
In the film, there was a group of men sitting in a circle in a small room. I could not believe what I was seeing. There was a young William Webster, along with a young Zbigniev Brezhinsky, Stansfield Turner, Vernon Walters, and some I didn't recognize. They were discussing how to enter homes while people were present and search the home or plant listening devices.
There was a narrator to the film. Instead of standing nearby and telling us what was going on, the Narrator was in a 1961 Cadillac convertible and he was taking us for a tour of a CIA community that had just been built in Florida. The camera showed us the names of all the street signs. They all had names that sounded like sea creature from Greek legends. The community had curving and circular streets. The streets were set up in such a way, that no one could enter the community without being seen, and they couldn't drive fast enough to do any damage and get away.
The top was down on the convertible and the driver's face could be seen very well. Behind the wheel of the convertible was a very young George Bush. He was the narrator of the training film.
Bush said that it was 1961, and a Catholic had just been elected as President. Because of this, it was time to start selling Catholic bibles door to door.
The next scene involved Jean Kirkpatrick as a leery housewife who does not want to open her door to two unknown salesmen selling Catholic Bibles.
"What are you?" One of them asked, "An atheist? Or do you just hate Catholics?"
"No," Jean, the housewife protested.
"Then you won't mind letting us come in and show you this Bible." The two men walked past her into the house.
One of them sat down in the living room and pulled out the bible. He began the sales pitch. The other man asked for a glass of water. Jean, the housewife, started to get up and get him one. He told her, "No...no, you sit right there and look at the pretty pictures. I can find a glass by myself."
The man with the Bible, mesmerized the housewife, while the other man did whatever it was that he had come into the house to do.
Gunther later told me that part of this film was the implied knowledge that a very powerful form of hypnosis was being taught to CIA operatives. This powerful form of hypnosis was imported from Nazi Germany after the war. A watered down version of it is called Neural Linguistic Programming. Gunther said he taught this Super form of NLP to CIA operatives at a school for Operatives in Waco, Texas in the early 60's. The school was called The Life Management Institute, LMI. William Sessions, the former Director of the FBI was a councilman in Waco at the time.
The film was longer, but I suddenly became so tired I could not stay awake. This was about 230PM. I awakened at midnight. I had slept almost 10 hours. This was not usual for me. I am lucky to sleep continuously for two hours at a time. Gunther wakes up every hour on the hour to do a perimeter check. But on this afternoon, both of us slept for almost ten hours.
When we awoke, we were both groggy. Gunther said we had been drugged. I looked at my arm, and sure enough, there was a tell tale needle mark. I did not remember anything about where I had been or what I had done.
A few days after our missing ten hours, Gunther flew the mission to Moscow, the one for which he had been briefed while we were on Offutt Air Force Base. After he came back from Moscow, we drove to Castle Air Force Base in Merced, California. We were told that Gunther was going to be promoted to Admiral and we were going to be given a post at Whidby Island in Washington State. Instead of this, we were met by the FBI, he was arrested, and our nightmare began again.
Gunther was now in a county jail in California facing charges that he misused a government airplane. Most of my time was spent trying to prove that he was a Naval officer and we had permission to use the plane. But I couldn't get my mind off the missing ten hours.
Even though I couldn't remember anything, I knew something had happened, because of the needle mark in my arm. Many months later, an old trusted friend who was a hypnotherapist suggested we do a session to try to recover the memory of what had transpired during my missing ten hours.
Once she had gotten me into a relaxed state, she asked me to talk about everything that had happened from the time Gunther was released from jail in St. Charles, Missouri to the time he was arrested on Castle Air Force Base by the FBI.
From the relaxed state I was able to remember two men coming into the room in Winnemucca and taking me out the sliding glass doors that led into the parking lot. I was dressed in white short shorts and a sleeveless pink blouse. One of the men grabbed a pair of sandals for me. They were not the kind of sandals that you would wear with shorts. They were 2 and a half inch wedge ankle straps.
When I got out of the van we were on a runway. I saw Gunther being led, as if in a trance, into a waiting plane. I was taken to a helicopter. The helicopter landed on a seemingly deserted base somewhere in the Nevada desert. The buildings looked like they were vintage WWII.
I was taken into one of the buildings and put into a chair that looked like a dentists chair. The man who was with me was the CIA station chief from St. Louis. A man I knew as Roger. He looked at the arm where they were going to put the needle. In that arm I had a rash that is called "Hoalie Crud". It is similar to athletes foot. I don't know how or where I had picked it up. I had recurrent flare-ups. Each time I had one, I would have to go to the doctor for a prescription. I hadn't had the time to see a doctor, so I still had the rash on my arm.
Roger put a piece of scotch tape on the rash. He pulled it off and gave it to a man. The man left the room. When he came back, he had a swab that he handed to Roger. Roger swabbed my arm and that is the last I remember of that episode.
The next thing I remember is climbing out of the top of a vessel that looked like a submarine. It was in a concrete tunnel or canal which could have held water. Or there could have been track under the vessel. I was dressed in a pair of khaki pants, and wearing a white polo shirt. I had on the wedge sandals that the man had picked up for me. I was with Gunther's boss, the Admiral named Wilhelm or William Johann. The clothes I was wearing were his. He had worn them the night Gunther and I had dinner with he and his wife in the Officers Club on Offutt.
The pants were way too long for me. Someone had taken the cuffs and pulled them to one side and tied them up with rubber bands.
We were inside an underground base. The men who were there were wearing gray uniforms with yellow trim. There were two huge metal doors. One was directly in front of the submarine. The other was to the left of the sub. There was a long tunnel to the right of the Submarine that was filled with small cars like golf cars, going to and fro.
The Admiral pointed to the huge door to the left of us. We walked over to it. There was a smaller door cut into the huge door. There was a button to be pressed. The Admiral pressed it. "Why are we here?" I asked
"The King of the World wants to meet you," The Admiral replied sarcastically.
We entered a room that looked like a museum. The glass cases where the treasures were kept were incredibly low. I am only 5 feet tall, but the cases were so low that I had to stoop over to see what was in them.
Most of what was there had the Templar cross on it somewhere. At the time, I can remember thinking, "so this is where all the missing treasures are." The only thing I can really remember seeing and recognizing is the Crown of St. Stephen.
A door at the end of the room opened, and a man, about 5 feet eight inches tall entered. He had white hair and was wearing glasses with thick black rims. He was wearing a light blue shirt with an emblem on it. It was the compass from the CIA logo, stitched in dark blue.
He dismissed the Admiral as if the Admiral were a busboy. He then put his arm around me and led me out the door from which he had come. To the right of me I saw a mess hall filled with hundreds of people. To the left, I saw a long hall. The King of the World had his arm around my shoulders as we walked down the long hall. He was talking to me the entire time. I cannot remember what he said.
And I do not remember anything more than the walk down the long hall, with many doors. The floor was gray linoleum tile. And that is the last thing I remember from my meeting with the King of the World. One thing I did recall very clearly, and it was my only real proof that something had happened to me. The rash I have does not tan. If you have a tan, and then get the proper treatment to cure the rash, there will be a white spot in the middle of you tan, where the rash used to be. When I awakened from my missing time, there was a white spot where the rash used to be. I guess Roger treated the rash with the appropriate medicine before he injected me with whatever he gave me. Gunther later told me that I was privilege to too many top secret conversations on Offutt, and all they were doing was putting in a block so I wouldn't remember anything. I do remember a lot of the conversations that happened at Offutt. While I was there, I had the feeling of being in a spy movie. For some reason, I remembered an old film I had seen as a child. I believe John Wayne was the star. It was about a soldier who was captured by the North Koreans during the Korean War and was subjected to brainwashing. He had a book a matches with him, and he wrote key things inside the book so they would jog his memory and keep him focused on what was really going on. I decided to do the same thing. I figured the only time I was safe was when I was in the stall in the ladies room. I remember telling Gunther that I had a urinary tract infection and it kept me going to the bathroom all the time. I heard him tell this to someone who became suspicious as to why I kept excusing myself and going to the ladies room. Even in the ladies room I wasn't really sure if anyone could see what I was doing. So I would bend over my purse, as if hunting for something, and I would write short keyword notes to myself, on scraps of chewing gum wrappers, receipts, or anything else that was at the bottom of my purse. I wrote this while my hands were inside my purse.
I have a habit of going through my purse every six months or so and throwing all the junk away. But since I know myself well enough to know that I write telephone numbers on scraps of paper, I have to go through everything that is in the purse. It was about six months after I had been on Offutt Air Force Base with Gunther that I went through my purse and discovered the cryptic notes I had written to myself in the ladies bathroom.. Each one jogged my memory. I am sure there are still things I have forgotten, but I am also sure that I remember a lot that I am not supposed to remember. One of my vignettes will be about the UFO's that landed in the Persian gulf shortly before Kuwait was invaded. Another will be about the 12 million aliens that are coming to earth. These are conversations that I overheard from Gunther's cousin Larry Pauley, A.K.A. Robert Steigler, and another cousin Garret Henderson. A man I later found out was Richard Brenneke's half brother. Gunther told me that these two men were killed in Cambodia in 1994 on a mission to rescue the last of the POW's that came out of SE Asia before Ron Brown normalized relations with Viet Nam. All the rest of our boys who were left behind, were killed.
P.S. I do remember more about what was at the end of the hall, but this story is already so incredible, I thought I would save the story of "the cloning arboretum" until another time!
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