- Note: This short biography is based on
notes and communications from Colonel Steve Wilson to me in the months
before he died. It is dedicated to the memory of this courageous soldier
patriot.
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- There is much about Colonel Steve "Wilson"'s
life that he will not allow to be known, for good reason. Colonel Wilson
is a hunted man. Moving from state to state to evade several attempts on
his life, he currently is battling cancer. Like a number of other prominent
disclosers of top secrets about UFOs and governmental cover-ups (astronaut
Gordon Cooper, Congressman Steve Schiff, CSETI's director and executive
assistant Dr. Steven Greer and Shari Adamiak, and MJ-12 insider Dr. Michael
Wolf), the Colonel is suffering from a cancer which may have been externally
"imposed" to silence him. But, like these other brave witnesses,
the death threats have only made even firmer Wilson's resolve to tell all.
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- This biographical sketch is based on
limited information provided by the Colonel, and certain data from his
discharge papers. I have written this biographical sketch, as a tribute
to a man who feels the public's right to know extremely-important information
about extraterrestrial contacts supercedes a military/ intelligence cabal's
misuse of "national security" secrecy to cloak their misdeeds.
Here then is, without varnish, Steve Wilson, the man, the officer and the
crusader.
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- Steve Wilson was born in the 1930's,
and spent five years in a state orphanage. In order to escape the savage
beatings there, he ran away. He had always dreamed of being a pilot. Befriended
by a prostitute with the proverbial "heart of gold", this tall
13-year-old was accepted into the Air Force, when his newfound "mother"
stated he was 16 and signed for him to enlist.
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- Starting out as a private, he worked
hard to advance. He took U.S. Armed Forces Institute courses, earned his
high school diploma, and then the equivalent of a two-year college degree.
Simultaneously he studied at Aircraft Mechanic School and became a certified
mechanic. Then he enrolled in Flight Engineer school and became a flight
engineer on B-17s . Later he was promoted to Staff/Sergeant and to the
personal B-29 staff of General Crabbe. The General took a liking to Steve,
and encouraged him to reenlist and take an appointment to Air Cadet school
at Kelly Air Force Base. Completing Cadet School, he was promoted to 2nd
Lieutenant Wilson, a fighter pilot at last.
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- Lt. Wilson's first assignment was the
Fighting 12th Fighter Squadron, Clark Air Force Base, the Philippines.
As soon as he arrived, the Squadron was reassigned to Korea. He promptly
was reassigned to the 67th Fighter Squadron, forward-based at the Korean
War's front lines. He graduated from Mustang propeller fighters to sleek
Sabre jets, and was soon doing supersonic runs down MIG Alley, dueling
Communist jet pilots.
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- On one run into enemy territory to bomb
a dam, Lt. Wilson dropped his load of bombs and watched the dam burst.
As he turned his plane around to return to base, he felt pain in his stomach
and looked down to see blood gushing from his side. The lieutenant radioed
in that he had been hit by ground fire. He reported his position and fuel
level, and added that he was about to pass out and would not be returning.
Lt. Wilson's memory fades out at that point. But subsequent events point
to extraordinary intervention by unseen helpers that kept him alive.
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- Three days after Wilson radioed in that
he was passing out, the control tower at the 67th Fighter Squadron base
saw an extraordinary sight. Wilson's plane was coming in for a landing
although its engine was not running. The fuselage was surrounded by a strange
greenish light. Flight line personnel, the officer of the day and Base
Operations staff all looked on in amazement, as the plane made a perfect
dead-stick landing. Inside they found Lt. Wilson still unconscious! He
was rushed to a hospital. When he regained consciousness, he noted that
his shrapnel wound was almost completely healed! Furthermore, base staff
informed him that his plane still had the same amount of fuel as when he
was hit and radioed in his fuel level. The Lieutenant quickly got out of
bed and secured a copy of the reports on his highly-unusual experience.
Shortly thereafter the original reports disappeared, and no one at the
base would talk about his miraculous return.
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- Soon Lt. Wilson underwent numerous tests,
and was debriefed on his mysterious return incident by what he calls a
"strange group". They administered testing, which revealed that
his IQ had jumped from an already very high 162 to an unheard-of 232. After
the testing was completed, he was returned to active duty. But other changes
had taken place inside the young pilot, affecting his ESP abilities.
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- Two months after Wilson's unexplained
aerial rescue, one of his squadron mates, Chuck, was shot down during an
aerial dogfight over Korea. Wilson and the others in the squadron watched
him go down and disappear. As they banked their planes to return to base,
Wilson heard the downed pilot's voice in his head. Chuck was crying for
help. Wilson jumped in his cockpit seat, startled. Then he heard the voice
again. Lt. Wilson broke formation and started descending to look for him.
The Squadron Commander screamed over the radio for Wilson to get back in
formation. The lieutenant pretended he couldn't hear the Commander, and
radioed that he was having plane trouble.
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- Wilson flew low, 100 feet above the ground,
searching for Chuck. Suddenly Wilson heard the downed pilot's cry (telepathically)
that he had just flew over him. "The other airman sounded distressed
that I would not see him," Wilson recalls. He banked 180 degrees,
and came in low. Wilson could sense that he was there somewhere. He spotted
a clearing with enough room to land, and set his plane down. As he rolled
to a stop, he looked around and saw the other man's plane wedged under
some trees. Wilson taxied over close, jumped out and ran to the wreckage.
Chuck was pinned in and badly hurt. Wilson tells the rest simply.
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- "Where the strength came from I
don't know, but I ripped the wreckage away from him, lifted him out of
the cockpit and carried him to my plane. I threw the radio gear out to
make room for him and me. With me sitting on his lap, I taxied out and
to the end of the clearing. Swinging around, I saw there was very little
room for a take-off. I looked up, and said, "God, if you exist, help
me get this motherfucker off the ground." I held the brakes, and gunned
the engine to the breaking point, let go of the brakes and rocketed across
the clearing. The minute I felt myself off the ground, I began to raise
the wheels. The enemy broke cover ahead of me and began firing. I passed
overhead, and heard the crunch and ripping of metal as I left my wheels
in the trees. My plane became hard to manage with the undercarriage ripped
away. I finally made it back to base. I could see the fire trucks lining
the runway, and saw the tower blink. They were asking me to wag my wings
if I had no radio. What else could I do? I wagged my wings, passed over
the field so they could see the problem, made another 180 degree turn and
started in low. I picked the dirt next to the runway.
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- "I felt the jolt as my plane skidded
down the side of the runway and came to a halt. The ambulance was the first
to arrive, and I already had Chuck on my back and headed for the ambulance.
He had made it out alive. I walked around the plane and saw all the bullet
holes. [A report later said that there were 38 bullet holes.] I patted
her tail and said 'Thanks, Lady.' Then I looked at the sky and said, 'You
too.'"
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- Despite being a rebel, and disobeying
orders, (which luckily the Squadron Commander could not prove), Lt. Wilson
was awarded his first Distinguished Service Award for gallantry above and
beyond the call of duty. He remarks about the incident laconically, "Another
one I should have been court-martialed for." Forty-six days later,
he again switched roles back from rescuer to pilot needing rescue.
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- Wilson's plane developed engine trouble
over enemy territory, and he was forced to land. When he saw the enemy
coming, he burned his plane to the ground, and was taken prisoner. Because
he burned his plane, and would give the enemy no information, he was beaten
for three straight days. After the first hour his subconscious mind took
over, and he felt nothing.
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- Wilson recounts his captivity with grim
detail.
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- "I remember them asking for information
about my Squadron, and about troop movements. I realized that if I could
hold out long enough and through enough torture, that they would believe
anything I told them, and maybe then they would leave me alone. After three
days, they tied a stick through my arms behind my back, and placed the
rope around my neck and down my back, tying the rope to my feet, which
were pulled up. If I tried to lower my feet, it would choke me, cutting
off my air.
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- "They placed me in a small bamboo
cage about two feet wide and three feet long, and three feet high. I lay
there with my head on the ground, with my knees spread and holding me upright,
and trying to keep the rope from strangling me. There was no room to lay
down or move. I remember the gooks pointing and laughing at me, and a hatred
began in my gut as I have never hated before. Suddenly this thing within
my mind kicked in. I remember them having to drag me out and into this
hut. My body could feel nothing.
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- "Someone cut me loose and my mind
began to function. The other prisoners said I had lasted 15 days out there,
and was the only one who hadn't broke within a week. It was almost a day
before the circulation would let me move my legs and arms. As soon as I
could get around they drug me back to the torture chamber as we all called
it.
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- "I swore to myself that those dirty
bastards would never break me. Now I hated with a ferocity that even scares
me to this day. I remember watching as they stuck bamboo shoots in the
joints of my hands, piercing between the bones. I could hear myself screaming,
but my mind was calm, and felt no pain. After what seems like days, I was
returned to the other prisoners. After several days, I could move my hands
some."
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- It had been 32 days. Lt. Wilson decided
that he had had enough. That night another pilot and he saw their chance
to escape. They made our break for it. Two of the guards who had laughed
at his torture were on duty that night. Wilson moved up behind the first
one and snapped his neck, then felt him slid to the ground lifeless. The
lieutenant took his knife, moved around behind the other, and cut his throat
without a qualm. They then ducked into the underbrush and ran the rest
of that night. Later they found out that they were only twenty-eight miles
from friendly lines. They had to crawl on their belly, only daring to do
so at night. They ate grubs and roots, just as they had been taught in
survival school. It took 23 days to crawl back to U.S. lines.
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- Wilson relates the climactic moment of
their escape. "We topped the last ridge, and lay on our bellies watching
the movement below from a point that overlooked the valley. Nuckolls rolled
over on his back, and you could hear his leather jacket pull loose from
the frozen ground. 'We made it,' I yelled. I heard Nuckolls softly sobbing.
Who ever said that grown men don't cry? The most welcome sound I heard
was a sentry's shout, 'Who goes there? Advance and be recognized or I'll
blow your fuckin' head off.'"
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- The next defining moment in Colonel Wilson's
life began during the Summer of 1960. The Cuban Missile Crisis became a
global concern, as President Kennedy and Soviet Chairman Kruschev were
facing off in a deadly game of global nuclear showdown over Soviet ICBMs
in Cuba, and a threat of using the U.S. Navy blockade of Cuba to sink any
more freighter deliveries of ICBMs.
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- By now Steve Wilson had been promoted
to Air Force Captain, and Commander of a Tactical Fighter Squadron out
of Wright-Patterson AF Base, Ohio. His Squadron was ordered to Florida,
and then deployed to Guantanamo Naval Base in Cuba, with orders to provide
air cover for Navy ships doing picket duty in the Cuban Gulf.
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- In 1963 Wilson's squadron was ordered
back to Wright-Patterson AFB. He soon received an assignment to fly cover
over Houston. Just prior to this, Captain Wilson had been told that he
would be assigned to Majestic-12 as soon as this mission was accomplished,
and that upon his transfer, he would become a Major. [Majestic-12 (MJ-12),
he would soon learn, is the super- secret organization which controls UFO
surveillance and interdictions, retrievals and analysis of recovered extraterrestrial
spacecraft and occupants, and public access to any information about these
matters.] It would turn out to be a day that would linger in his mind for
a long time.
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- Captain Wilson's mission in Houston was
to keep any planes away from the city during President Kennedy's visit.
His squadron had shoot-to-kill orders for anyone who disobeyed their commands
to stay back. While flying protective cover over Houston, the news came
over the squadron's radio that President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas.
Wilson describes their reaction.
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- "I was shocked. I had met the man
and really liked him. My eyes welled up, and I could hardly see as we were
ordered back to the airfield. I could hardly see the runway. The tears
were streaming down my face. After landing, I watched some of the worst
landings ever exhibited by a squadron of Top Gun pilots. There wasn't a
dry eye in the bunch."
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- After returning to Wright-Patterson AFB,
Wilson was informed he was receiving Top Secret clearance, and was being
commissioned as a Major. His indoctrination into the UFO secrets kept by
the Majestic-12 agency then began. He was shown the remains of the extraterrestrials
and the crashed UFOs from the Roswell incident in latter 1947, that were
all housed at Wright-Patterson's Hanger 84. He read reports he was shown
about that incident, and how Majestic-12 covered it up by putting all the
documents and expenses with a Soccoro, NM crash. He was informed that,
because of his special abilities, he was being assigned to Majestic-12
(code name Majic12). As part of his duties, he would be assigned to the
1st Special Forces Air Command, and would undergo special training with
Delta Force and then the Black Berets.
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- Wilson comments about that period. "I
looked at these fellows I was to train with. Every one was a trained killer
and assassin. But it still didn't prepare me for the MIB [Men In Black],
The Wackenhuts [private security firm operatives with government covert
projects contracts.] And all the Black Ops that exist deep within our government.
This was when I was told that I would cease to exist."
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- Major Wilson was informed that his job
was so secret, that stops would be placed on all his records and whereabouts,
and that they would be moved to Majestic-12. He was told that his telepathic
ability was needed for something very special, and that he would be on
a "need to know" basis, at least until he had a high enough security
clearance.
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- Wilson recalls, "It made me feel
very special, and inflated my ego about 100%. Little did I know at the
time that I would be involved in one of the most dastardly and heinous
coverups the world has ever known. To think about it even today, makes
me sick to my stomach.....but at that time in my life, I felt I was serving
my country. I knew nothing of the greed and power of a few men, who were
later to be known as MAJI [the top executives of Majestic-12]."
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- For the next nine years, Major Wilson
traveled to nearly every Air Force base in the world, meeting and making
contacts with key people for MJ-12. Finally, in the summer of 1972, he
was assigned to the 1st Special Forces Air Command, Vandenburg Air Force
Base. He was planning on getting some rest and relaxation there. He had
just put all his gear away nicely, his B-4 travel bag finally empty and
hanging in the closet. No sooner had he finished unpacking than a man looking
like a refugee from a war camp sauntered into his room. The man flashed
CIA identification and told the Major that he needed to pack his bag, that
there was a plane waiting, and that they would be leaving in 20 minutes.
True to his word, in 20 minutes the plane was taxiing to a take-off.
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- Major Wilson knew better than to ask
where they were going, but by observation of the compass heading and the
terrain, he knew they were over Nevada. The plane circled and set down
on a dry lake bed. Later he learned it was Papoose Dry Lake [S-4], deep
within the Nellis Air Force Range in central Nevada. Even up close, the
mountains and terrain looked barren. They walked about 300 yards to a rock
outcropping. On the other side, nestled between some large rocks, was an
iron door with no handle. The scruffy-looking CIA man somehow opened the
door. They went inside and down a tunnel. At the end of the passageway,
Wilson glanced around quickly. He still marvels at the size of the structure.
"I could swear that the whole damned mountain was hollow. Right down
the middle was a runway, and at the end huge doors, that I later found
could be opened to allow a plane to take off right out of the mountain."
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- The CIA man and he proceeded to an elevator
without saying a word. The CIA agent punched an unmarked button. Wilson
does not know how many floors they went down, because the elevator moved
with lightning speed. It descended so fast that he almost lost his dinner.
He was ushered out of the elevator and into an office down the hall to
meet the Full Colonel in charge. He saluted and sized up the tall angular
officer standing in front of him. The Colonel's beady eyes had a mean look,
which was matched by his cold and harsh attitude.
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- The Colonel informed Wilson of his duties,
as well as the plane schedules in and out of Nellis Air Force Base Headquarters,
Las Vegas, the closest acknowledged military facility. The Colonel also
told Wilson how to get there through the secret underground high-tech tunnel-
shuttle system connecting this installation with Nellis. Wilson was also
warned that anything he saw was Top Secret, and that if he so much as breathed
wrong, or opened his mouth about anything he saw, it would be his last
breath. Wilson noted soberly, "I believed him."
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- Major Wilson had begun his duties at
the Papoose Lake installation, still not knowing what existed 30 stories
farther down. He had been well indoctrinated in Top Secret work and knew
all the consequences of keeping the nation's most guarded secrets. The
past six years had been slow and boring, he recalls, and other than what
he saw at Wright-Patterson AFB, he felt that he was in a vacuum going nowhere.
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- He was sitting in his office at S-4 mulling
this over one morning, when a Lieutenant Colonel Bennet came in. He asked
Wilson if he was busy, ("Like he gave a damn," Wilson recalls),
and said "Let's go." Wilson followed the Lieutenant Colonel,
and they eventually wound up two stories down at the super-secret "S-4"
UFO technology area. As they came out on a landing there, Wilson saw eight
different kinds of UFOs! There were intellectual-looking people all over
the area, whom he guessed were scientists. He glanced at Bennett, who cut
off his implied question with a curt "Forget it." The Colonel
and the Major went into a cubicle where there were about twenty officers
and civilians sitting around. Wilson was startled, when a woman came in
who was at least eight feet tall. There was not an ounce of excess fat
on her body, he recalls. She wore a strange-looking jump suit, which had
a "HI" pattern on the right side above the breast line. To this
day Wilson recollects the details of this striking encounter.
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- "The woman had finely-chiseled features.
Her blonde hair cascaded neatly past her shoulders. Her eyes were the bluest
blue I'd ever seen. Somehow she was different. Little did I know then,
how different! She sat a large crystal on the table, and without warning,
her fingers began to glow as she ran them over this crystal. A 3-D hologram
began to form above it! I looked around the room and everyone's mouth was
hanging open, and suddenly I noticed mine was, too. Little did I realize
that at that moment my life would forever be changed. My past teachings
slipped from me as I stared. My whole concept of life did a 180-degree
turn, as I watched the Hologram, complete with sound, unfold the mysteries
of the past and the present, and of other worlds."
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- Colonel Wilson related that among the
scenes, which the female extraterrestrial's crystal hologram displayed
for the assembled group, was the history of the Earth and of extraterrestrial
involvement with it. That involvement included fashioning the consciousness
of Jesus and sending him to live among Earthlings to point to a better
way to understand life and to live. The extraterrestrial woman also showed
the officers and scientists scenes from inhabited planets of other star
systems.
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- Wilson was transformed by this experience.
"When it was over, I knew that, whatever part I was to play in all
of this, my life as I knew it had ended forever."
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- He would go on to become appointed executive
officer of Project Pounce. Created in the final days of December, 1980,
Project Pounce is an elite group of Air Force Black Berets and military
scientists who rush to the scene of any UFO crashes, cordon off the area,
retrieve the extraterrestrial spacecraft and any occupants, then "sanitize"
the crash site back to its pre-crash appearance, and intimidate any outside
witnesses into silence.
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- Eventually rising to the rank of Colonel,
and receiving a Ultra Top Secret, Cosmic Q, level-27 security clearance,
Wilson learned much about the inner workings of the Majestic-12 agency.
Wilson's UFO-secrecy duties included interacting with covert "MIB"
enforcement goons from the Wackenhut private security firm on contract
to MJ-12. Wilson came to despise the "Whack"-enhut killers. The
Colonel learned about secret space warfare operations, conducted by military
astronauts trained at a covert Air Force Special Academy. He found out
that these military astronauts fly U.S.-manufactured antigravity aerospace
craft, such as the two-man Lockheed X-22A disc, out of Vandenberg and Beale
Air Force Bases in California up into space. These military astronauts
then interdict UFOs deemed "unfriendly", and fire Star Wars weapons
to disable or destroy them.
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- Colonel Wilson even came to know some
things about the top command of MAJI, including the identity of two of
its executive board members, Chairman Henry Kissinger and advisory scientist
Edward Teller, both of whom hold the top-most Level 33 security clearances.
He eventually learned enough about their avarice and hunger for power to
sicken him. He discovered that the MAJI were "so powerful that they
acted as though they were above the President, and the laws of nature and
mankind." To his distress Wilson found out later that they were to
be known as the New World Order.
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- Finally sickening of the unconstitutional
and unethical activities of the Majestic-12 agency, and of his involvement
in "one of the most dastardly and heinous coverups the world has ever
known", Wilson got out. At retirement, after 40 years in the Air Force,
Lt. Colonel Wilson was Flight Commander of the First Special Forces Air
Command, Vandenburg Air Force Base. His decorations include: the Air Force
Distinguished Service Medal, the Silver Star, two Air Force Distinguished
Flying Crosses, two Purple Hearts, the Joint Services Commendation Medal,
the Air Force Commendation Medal, the USAF Good Conduct Medal and the National
Defense Service Medal.
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- After musing for 15 years, he decided
to risk his life and tell all. The means he used is the global communication
tool of the Internet. His torrent of disclosures of sensitive information
has been placed on the Skywatch webpage, [<www.wic.net/colonel/ufopage.htm.
He was a frequent communicator on the UFO information newsgroup he founded,
currently Skywatch_ok@msn. com.
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- After years of military and intelligence
career-building by playing by the rules, Lt. Colonel in retirement displayed
the highest patriotism of all, whistle-blowing on the corrupt MJ-12 parallel
government. Now stricken with cancer, Steve Wilson assesses the price of
his years in the "Black World" of the UFO Cover-Up. "I have
no feelings, truthfully. My association with MAJI has left me dead inside.
I feel myself still cold and calculating. I never let anyone get close
to me. I feel like a human robot. I have killed mercilessly and lied for
the good of the country, or so I believed at the time."
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- His final comments cryptically hint at
what everyone will soon know about extraterrestrial visitation, and the
profound changes society will make as a consequence. "The things I
have seen are beyond human understanding and totally unbelievable. I only
have a desire to help humanity somehow through what is bound to come soon."
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- This short biography is based on notes
and communications from Colonel Steve Wilson to me in the months before
he died. It is dedicated to the memory of this courageous soldier patriot.
- Richard Boylan, Ph.D.
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- Richard Boylan, Ph.D. 2826 O Street,
Suite 2, Sacramento, CA 95816, USA. (916) 455-0120 E-mail: rich.boylan@24stex.com
; Primary website: http://www.ufonetwork.com/boylan/ Author: Close Extraterrestrial
Encounters, Labored Journey To The Stars and Project Epiphany. Regular
columnist in "Contact Forum" UFO newsletter:(800)366-0264; and
Bob Dean's "Stargate Newsletter": Stargate@rtd.com
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