I said, "Well, who the hell do you think I am? I'm just a country doc- tor here in North Carolina. I barely have a pot to pee in!" He said, "Well, no, you don't understand. We can only do things behind the scenes." I said, "Oh, for God's sakes!"
Eventually, he flew in and met with me at the Grove Park Inn, in Asheville. I'll never forget what he said to me during this conversation, "You know, if you want to get a message to us or to the President, all you need to do is pick up the phone. Don't dial anything— just talk. Or if you prefer, just sit in your home office and talk to the four walls. Because it's all being monitored in real time." And I said, "Yes, I know." And he asked, "Well, how do you know that?" I proceeded to tell him how they had made errors and left their end of the hook or tap open a couple times. It happened to Emily, and it's happened to me.
Once when I picked up the home phone to make a call, I heard a con- trol room on the line. I could hear people talking, instead of a dial tone. So I asked, "Who is this?" Then a woman with a very thick foreign accent but speaking proper English says, "Oh, my God, it's Mr. Greer." And I said, "Dr. Greer to you, bitch." And hung up! In those days, I was out- raged by these things. Now, I could care less.
So, I told this man, "Yes, I'm sure that's true." He said, "But, you know, this really does need to happen." I said, "But why don't you do it?" And he said, "Oh, no, it's too dangerous." He said exactly what Laurance Rockefeller had said to me in September, standing out on his deck under the stars.
By now you see a theme that keeps repeating: There are extremely well- connected people who are on the inside and who want to see dis- closure, but they're terrified of the rogue, violent group.
After this meeting, I got an invitation from a group of rogue insiders to go to Phoenix in the winter of 1994. The meeting was at the Wrigley Mansion— the old, fabulous mansion that the Wrigley chewing gum family had built. It had been taken over by a cell within this covert group. Present were a number of shadowy corporate people. It was a very late night meeting.
A prominent industrialist who was involved with this cell was kept on drugs and was kept under some kind of mind control while this cell milked him of his money. They then used his money to support this particular operation. The methods and motives of this group are beyond dark. I tell people: More than 10 or 15 percent of what I have seen and learned you don't want to hear - It's so damned disturbing, most people would commit suicide. And many people have, by the way.
We all gathered around a conference table in the Wrigley mansion. The discussion was about disclosing UFO information and making con- tact with ETs. One man, during a break, took me out onto a balcony and said, "You know, we understand you've had this meeting with the CIA Director and are providing information to the President, but you need to know that those people don't know anything, and they're never going to know anything. You should understand that -- well, you should be talk- ing to people like us. The people dealing with this are people who do a lot of contract work for the government, under "Work For Others" - "WFO" - contracts. And you should be talking to certain think tanks. And you should be talking to certain religious orders and certain orders of Jesuit priests who have control over the technology transfer. And you should be talking to ..." He gave me a whole list.
Well, I thought the man had certainly gone 'round the bend'. But it turned out that every single word he said was true—it all was confirmed in the following months.
It gets more bizarre. This group or cell within the Shadow Government was attempting to intercept what we were doing. Remember, now, this is '94. A former head of Army intelligence- a member of that group - had offered me a board seat in '92. So, things are progressing, and I'm not straying from my course, because that's how I am.
So this man said, "We can really help you." I asked, "What do you mean?" He said, "Well, you know, if you want to be supported in this, just let us help you." I said, "How do you intend to help us?" "Well, you're a doctor, right? So, you have really good credit. We've checked this out." And I said, "Oh, yes, the best."
He said, "Well, we know you have platinum cards and gold cards. Just maximize all of them, every month: $50,000, $100,000, whatever. Get as many of them as you want. And give us the numbers. And since we run all the super computers that back up and monitor the banking system of the world, we'll simply erase those account balances to zero, as paid each month." This is a true story. I'm telling you, every word is true. Put me under any drug; hook me up to any machine. What I'm telling you is true.
I said, "Yes, but then if I did that, you'd own my ass, wouldn't you?" He just had a twinkle in his eye.
I was much too wise to take that bait, tempting as it was -- this has been an enormous financial strain and struggle for those of us trying to do this with virtually no funding. But no way was I going to do that!
Then he said, "I understand you're going to Europe soon to meet with certain people connected to the British royal family" --which I was. He knew everything I was doing! And I said, "Well, that's true." He said, "It so happens that, I'm going to be over there meeting with the Rothschilds and the people who control the Volvo Corporation and some of the other big industrial concerns, because they're working
with us." I said, "Oh, I'm quite sure that's true." He suggested, "Let's rendezvous while we're in London together." I said, "Okay, that's fine."
He proceeded to tell me, "One of my friends, who's really interested in what you're doing, is one of the leaders of the Council on Foreign Relations, Ambass- dor Maxwell Rabb. Would you like to come to a meeting with him?" I said, "Well, sure, if he wants to help us." And then he said, "And also, the Petersons" — Mr. Peterson was head of the Council on Foreign Relations and his wife was head of the Tri-Lateral Commission -- are also working with me, and maybe we can get together with them." So I said, "When we have our next event, I'll invite them." He said, "You need to know that all these people are reading what you write and are very interested in all of this." And I said, "I know that." Look, everyone puts their pants on one leg at a time. I view all humans as educable. And everyone has a role to play in this whole cos- mic drama. But this shadowy contact was essentially, again, inviting me into the inner leading circle of the cabal. While I had no intention of being controlled by them, I have no problem sharing perspective and knowledge with them.
He also said that there were many top people that he worked with in the media and that his group worked with Bono and U2, the Moody Blues, Pink Floyd and various other groups. And they were receiving what I was writing. And I just said, "Well, I appreciate that." He said, "They love what you are saying and doing..."
Later that winter, I went to Europe and met with some very good friends of Prince Charles and Prince Philip. One of Prince Charles' best friends is very supportive of the work we are doing.
She wanted to receive some of the materials that I had put together for the CIA Director and the President, so she could share them with Prince Charles and others. But remember, I'm squeezing this in between my emergency shifts. I literally, at times, went over to Europe for two or three days at a time, and would come back and have to work a 24-hour shift in the emergency department!
In a sense, it was our own little shuttle diplomacy operation. I did meet with this shadowy Phoenix contact in London. He was still in the mode of courting me into his operations. So I would listen and learn, - but never capitulate :This group is the largest Mafiosi and organized criminal enterprise on the planet.
CHAPTER 17
Q^D
Legacies Lost
When some people hear this story, they're horrified that I would be so willing to walk into the belly of the beast. But I say, "Well, why not?" I have 110 problem meeting with anyone on Earth to share the vision of the good future of the human race and what we need to do to get there. I have 110 fear - and I know they cannot corrupt me. They can't buy me. They can't deceive me. And I don't care if they kill me. So, what's to be lost? If you stay in the truth, it all becomes very simple. And there's no one you have to avoid, and the ones you need to seek are all open to you.