f the screen or the page into our real lives. There may be spooks all around us, doing dark spooky things but, if there were, we’d never know it. After all, spooks usually keep their spookiness and their dark secrets to themselves. That’s what they’re trained to do. In normal times, that’s what they should do. But these are not normal times.

My neighbor learned just how abnormal our times have become through one chance encounter, one improbable relationship, and what he learned, what was told to him, shook him to his very core. This is his story:

At his workplace, a new employee joined the team, and my neighbor befriended him. They enjoyed an instant rapport, for my neighbor is a most interesting fellow, and they soon discovered that they had much in common. They both shared a deep and abiding interest in history, politics, and current events; and they both possessed uncommon knowledge and insight into the true nature of politics and power in this country. For my neighbor, this knowledge came to him rather naturally through bonds of blood, for he is the son of an elite, well-connected, and powerful American family. For my neighbor’s new friend, however, it came compartmentalized by way of military service. His former career, it turned out, was in military intelligence.

He told my neighbor that he had only recently retired from the military and had served in the first Gulf War. What he did in that war he kept to himself, but whatever he did gave him a very low opinion of his then Commander-in-Chief: “I wish I had never gone over there,” he told my neighbor. “The Bushes are bad, real bad. I hate the Bushes,” he said.

Conversations inevitably turned to 9-11 and its aftermath. When they did, surprisingly, the flow of information reversed. Though an ex-military spook, he seemed relatively uninformed about this. My neighbor told him of all the evidence pointing to government complicity in the 9-11 event, showed him online sources where he could research the evidence and prove it to himself, and even spoke of Skull and Bones, Bohemian Grove, and the bizarre cultic rites indulged in by the elites who rule us and whom he once dutifully served.

This ex-military intelligence officer did not recoil in shock upon hearing of such things, nor did he reject them out of hand. He did not call my neighbor a kook or a “conspiracy theorist,” nor did he attack him for not “supporting the troops” in the midst of our “war on terror.” No, instead, he became deeply troubled. “If any of this is true, it’s horrible,” he replied. He took what my neighbor told him to heart and set out to investigate it further.

A weekend passed.

The next time my neighbor saw him, this ex-spook’s usual upright military bearing and cheerful demeanor was gone. He was slumped, soberly serious, and heavy with worry. The first thing he said to my neighbor was, “We need to talk.”

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