It was a tough beginning, rocky and disruptive. Having received the message that it was time to set out, I was surprised by my own reluctance.

Events and attitudes I had not ever considered swirled before me as priorities. Obvious ploys to take me away from the work I had trained and signed up for.

To be deployed so soon did give me a bit of a shock even though I’d been expecting it for years. My own ideas and seemingly urgent plans were now on the back burner.

The documents were hand-delivered by courier the next day. There was my map, the dossier of background information, the outline of my role in the task at hand,. It is what I’d always wished for, always yearned to do. And yet I could tell no one. My training sessions had all been carried out in secret, my preparation all done under cover. An assumed name, a false address, a dummy company, a fabricated purpose, all deflecting from the real task.

My days and years of training were now all being called up, and I was to immerse myself in the experience to report back to the shifting HQ. I was excited but afraid. I’d had a very bad experience with early training and reporting for an organization called the Social Research Foundation, and didn’t ever want to go back to the controls. Its dissolution had been devastating to my psyche at the time. Unknown to me then, this had all only been an elaborate training exercise. Over the span of two years I was taken into confidences, sent on obscure missions, reporting back in ways that burst my previous limitations to reveal a deep yearning for truth, true language, simple life.

That emergence was nearly the death of me and I was shocked to discover just how little I really understood about life. That terrible exercise had broken my earliest programming – the education system’s programming of my childhood brain. Of course I was very sick during its activity and release which meant that my reports became more and more fragmented as I searched for my own language, my mother tongue, who I was and what I really wanted to say.

Going outside the realm of everyday consciousness into a state of remote viewing and reporting back had been the beginning. I saw that my own exploration and reporting reflected on HQ, and while not the cause, it was profoundly resonant with the dissolving of that entire SRF organization. At least for me. I know it is still going on for most others who were in my original cohort. I slipped out the back door, leaving them all at the debriefing meeting and soon began working on my own.

This is when the opening began. I took the road that maps showed me but I went to different places, hidden places. To others I was just like them, I found ways to blend in perfectly. No hint of the secret life. Well, its all returning to me now.

I entered the place where no one is permitted to stay and I stayed there for a while, overnight. There when everyone else was sleeping, it was all revealed to me as if a dome replaced the flat ceiling and then the dome opened like a planetarium, revealing golden sphere, not the night sky. From that time on my accounts began, written hastily to ensure I could preserve my cover of full and active engagement with the everyday world. And this is what I did, every time, until today.

For the dossier’s cover letter thanked me for my service and showed me my next deployment: full revelation. I was not happy with that, hesitant. For all these years I’d been using a pseudonym, living an undercover fake identity. It had been a very deep cover. Now to be called out, to enter the – I can barely say it – Wunderkabinett mission – I was not prepared for that turn of events.

Do I tell anyone? No. But I am to publish my findings. No contact with HQ whatsoever. They will disavow knowing me anyway. No cover. On my own. But I will be helped along the way by agents like myself working in tandem yet independently. How will I know them? I may not. But they could be recognized by a light in their eyes, by a small gesture of love or by a scent that naturally emanates from them. If I ask for them, they don’t come. If I recognize them, they will deny it. If I accept their help, their purpose is fulfilled. I accept these terms. Alone but with support.

Part of my mission in Project Wunderkabinett is to enter the consciousness of individuals of interest and report back on conversations, activities, dreams, and other findings. This is aside from the time travel remote viewing reports. That was how it all began, you see, and why we have this massive document today.

I wish I could sit beside you and show you all the parts of it that are most interesting. This photo on this page, or give you background on one person or another. But I cannot, as you know. There is only one original of this book, and what you hold now is one of the few copies made. Some material has been related not by HQ such as it exists – but by me – to protect others.