[James Casbolt]

[B]Time to talk about the biowarfare I saw in June 2006 underneath Boscombe Down in Wiltshire-

I'm picked up in St Ives and taken to the facility. Don't remember much about the journey there. Next memory- I'm in an office type building and to a lift by two soldiers. We go to ground level and walk out of the front door of the building. We are in a huge cave and there is another office type building in front of us ( like a modern office building you see in London, with loads of windows, about 5 levels high ). The air is warm in the cave and there are military vehicles parked in between the two buildings.

I am escorted into the building in front of us. Words are exchanged to guards at security desk ( something about "test subject- can't remember number ). I seem to be drugged. Taken into lift and we get out on 4th or 5th floor. Many people working here in white coats, loading what looks like plastic wrapped meat into bio-hazard machines ( the ones with the plastic or glass boxes with the holes with gloves you put your arms in to not handle the material ).

About 20 people working in this room. Large room with a kinf of raised stage on the edge of the room. Another containment machine over the the right. I see John from my unit working near the machine in the centre. He's dressed ina white coat. Appears to be a form of 'slave labour' is the best way I can describe it. They don't want to be here. I'm standing at the back of the room on the raised section, just watching. The guards have left me. I look out of the window over at the next building and up unto the roof of the cave.

I'm sensing this is some kind of 'social enginnering' test for martial law ( to test the extremes of conditions that people can work and eat in ). This place stinks! like rotten mcdonalds meat mixed with a strange chemical smell.

I look at the meat wrapped in plastic bags and see human body parts inside them! I also notice they are vacuum packed in the plastic like when my dad would vacuum pack large packages of drugs in Spain and such so the dogs at customs couldn't smell them.

They workers take them off the trolleys, load them into the centres of the machines, press a button and a hatch or hole opens up and they sent down to a lower level.

I don't know how long I stend there for, but next thing I remember is a hatch opening up on the left side of the wall and a long table with food with coming out ( very high tech mechanised process ). This is some kind of lunch or dinner break ( don't know if night or day ). John says in a loud voice "How the xxxx are we supposed to eat with this smell?"

Time about to run out at library- I'll book some more and carry on in a minute