Conspiracy Nation -- Vol. 12 Num. 50
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RAYELAN RUSSBACHER MEETS "THE KING OF THE WORLD"
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Vignettes From My Life With Gunther Russbacher
The Day I Met The King of The World
By Rayelan Russbacher
I met the King of the World in July of 1990. I had been married
to Gunther [Russbacher] 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 drove directly to Offutt Air Force base in Omaha.
We stayed in VIP quarters. William Webster, the DCI was on one
side of us. Brent Scowcroft, the NSA, was on the other side.
George Bush was across the hall, and Dick Cheney 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 McCarren Municipal airport in
Reno, Nevada, the afternoon of July 26, 1990. I watched at the
edge of the runway while the four SR-71's came into McCarren.
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 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 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 four 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 this, Gunther flew his mission to Moscow. After
he came back, 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, he was arrested and our
nightmare began again.
It was many months later that I ran into an old friend that I
trusted. She was a hypnotherapist. I told her about the missing
time and she suggested that we do a session.
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 was 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 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.
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