James Casbolt:Underground U.K. bases!

[James Casbolt]

Thanks for the comments- I'll get to them to them in a minute- For now I'd just like to post the following information from a friend of mine. This highlights the point that the intelligence commuinity are dealing with physical extra-terrestrial lifeforms AS WELL as not so physical mulit-dimensional lifeforms- I ave deleted certain information
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James

The names of those present must never ever be revealed for their safety, the following is my own personnel report which is only usually seen by those there, very senior officials and military personnel, no one else.

"CODE: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
OPERATION xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
CO: Lieutenant Colonel xxxxxMBE.
Chief Exorcist: Major **** Thomas ***********
Deputy Exorcist: Captain James **********
Religious figure present : Father xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Head NCO: Sergeant Ja** A****
Technical Adviser: N/A
Team size: 38
Casualties: None but I got cut, (typical)
Exorcised: 10 men, age range of 18-42.
Creature: Zagran
January, 1989,
Near Bunya mountains'
Queensland,
Australia.

I was sitting in this ******* awful place I'd been put in. It was better then some places thou, Iran in 78 for example. It was near Bunya Mountains. It was an old type of building believed used by holiday makers. Truth is this is where the real wankers live: the pedophiles' the killers and even the odd alien or two. Great. Well, we'd moved all of 'em and sent to their local coppers. Doing our bit for society. There we were, 38 of us. 30 military blokes, one priest, one bishop, the Guvnor of Australia, two cops and three MI6 blokes, one of which was a brown haired bloke who'd never seen a body. The other two were veterans who I'd worked with before in England during the Brixton riots during my time alongside them, fighting terrorists on the front line. I'd been in a different job and a different life back then. That stopped when my girlfriend died.
After hours and hours of boredom waiting for the phone call. It came through. They'd got him. I quickly got the hell out of there and drove like a madman to get to the agreed spot.
I arrived, dressed in my usual military style outfit with hair that hadn't been washed from the night before with this awful old military cap that made me look like a right prat. But hell, I didn't care: it brought some money in. The travel sucked though, so many long flights you can never imagine.
I remember my then boss Lieutenant Colonel xxxxxxxxx walking up to me looking like he'd been pulled out of a meeting with the nearest GOC (which he had.) Lt. Colonel xxxxxxxxx would later on transfer from the Exorcisms department and end up as a Brigadier. Nice one, must visit him one day.
My partner, an Australian Captain greeted me and showed me one of the blokes I was meant to exorcise. My partner at that time was my Australian counterpart, I still regularly talk to him as he head's the Exorcisms department.
He stank of some awful curry but was wearing a Australian army jacket all the same. He grinned a smile that looked like that of a crocodile.
I drew my bible and started to say the usual speech, (It's long), however, he started to laugh strangely his eyes turned red and a smile of such villainy was on his face.
"Oh thou what are thee?" asked me.
"I come from far beyond this hole of a place, I am a" His next word is roughly translated as a Zagran but we couldn't be sure about this. We never can be sure.
I wondered for a while what to say then decided I had to issue a CODE 4Z on the creature. I started chanting, "EMANROUS A SAINT MICHAEL" which is part of a hidden alien battle ability in the bible, It was removed in 1072 but re discovered in 1961.
The thing started to chant stranger language and suddenly, without warning, tried to attack me. Now, I'm trained for this sort of **** but still, he came at me with a knife (Yer, the M11's security budget needs a looking at!) I struggled with the ******* whilst Father xxxxxxxx, Captain xxxxxxxxx and Sergeant xxxxxxxxx grabbed him from behind. As they pulled him of me, he cut my hand through the middle.
Still, I continued to battle him (by now it was mental war), he kept on mentioning names which he said would be important to me and claimed I would fall for a Sophie. I still battled on trying to fight the creature out as it tried to deceive me.
After nearly fifteen minutes, It feel back letting out one last cry as blood came of it's gob, "I shall be avenged", the creature then left the man and for a second I saw a creature that resembled a green devil fly past my eyes with a screech of pain. I then fell back, shocked by what I'd seen and the pain in my god damn hand. I quickly threw holy water on the whimpering free man and said the usual nice stuff.
Captain xxxxxxxxx exorcised the others with my help. It was the same thing, ten times over. All different men had been taken over: from an Asian travel agent to a white Australian cricket player; he'd later become well known now I look back on it. They had no connections, different age, different color, different nationally, different age but all men.
They had no memories of the event (still don't) and we returned them to their families who were overjoyed.
The young MI6 bloke had his memory wiped. Me and his boss agreed that it was best for him.
We and the taskforce was sent back home. I got sent on another mission four days later, got sent to bloody Ireland!"

James, that is a nice example, there are horrible ones.

I may comment on that site one day soon...

Your friend,
Colonel xxxxxxx