[THEWATCHER]

TWO.........

`You are quite correct in stating that there is a vast ,
underground complex in Wiltshire', he informed me, and
indeed went on to say that this underground complex is `the
largest in the United Kingdom' and that it is `extremely secure'.
However, he added that `Neitherthe Corsham [Rudloe Manor]
complex, nor any other underground Government facility in
the United Kingdom has any connection whatsoever with
UFOs, captured aliens or their craft'. I wrote back and
thanked him for his concern. I also told him that I thought
he was wrong.
Though this information (plus other valuable snippets he
seemed willing to share) was in itself of sincere interest to
me, further information received from the same source in a
subsequent communication fairly claimed my sanity. By this
time I had sat with Q (during remote viewing sessions) on a
number of occasions, and this new information seemed to
correlate too closely with Q's descriptions of an `underground
laboratory' for coincidence to win the day. To add to this, I
had of course already received information from my own
main intelligence source, Stealth, about similar operations
under way at several government facilities, either on or
beneath British soil. Before that, however, and with my
correspondent's express permission, I will relay to you
the same story he relayed to me. Apart from one or
two minor edits (to protect his identity) the story is told
verbatim.

Dear Mr King,

Many thanks for your very interesting letter
. . . I stated in my original letter that . . .
. . . One of my roles . . . is to attend functions
and speak about [ certain ] activities . One such
invitation was arranged by a good friend of mine a
couple of years ago, and involved an after-dinner
speech in a large hotel . . . I cannot remember the
name of the organisation I was addressing, but my
audience seemed to consist of a large number of
retired former professional men, both civilian
and military . . .
When the formalities were over, and we headed
for the bar, my host literally tugged at my sleeve
and led me away from the room. He was a very senior
serving Royal Navy officer ( a Commodore, I think ) ,
and he was extremely nervous and agitated all of a
sudden. What he told me follows.
This man's daughter worked for the Scientific
Civil Service (Department or Branch not speci-
fied), having graduated with flying colours
in Genetics. She had effectively been head-
hunted for the post. He and his wife had become
increasingly concerned over the previous year
or so that said daughter was becoming more and
more introverted and unhappy with her work. Her
(non-service) friends had virtually lost touch
with her and she seemed to be worried about
something but would not open up to her family.
Given the likely security clearance her father
would hold, this in itself suggests the poor girl
was virtually paranoid. Matters had come to a head
the previous Christmas when she had stayed with
her parents, only to find she had woken the whole
house with the most 'blood-curdling screams' my
host had ever heard, and that included his service
in the Falklands War.





THE WATCHER