http://www.american-buddha.com/paulwilcherguntherruss.htmThen I heard the sound of another one approaching. I looked into the sky and saw the same kind of "fighter" plane descending. It was also painted desert camouflage. I looked at the shape of the two planes. They reminded me of the model that my husband John's nephew had given him. John's nephew was an SR-71 pilot who had been stationed at Beale Air Force Base in northern California. John and I had visited him and had toured the base and visited the SR-71's.
The two camouflage planes looked very much like SR-71's, but I knew that paint couldn't stay on them because of how fast they flew. Paint would burn off, so the SR-71's remained black, the color of their titanium hulls.
A third desert camouflage plane came in for a landing. It too popped out its drag chute and landed. The three planes taxied down the runway and lined up next to the white Learjet at the end of the runway.
Finally, I heard the sound of another plane approaching. This plane had the same whine as the others. It was the same shape and size as the other airplanes, but it was BLACK! I looked at the sleek black titanium hull and instantly recognized it as an SR-71. It too popped a drag chute. Four SR-71's had come into a public municipal airport in Reno, Nevada.
The black SR-71 taxied down to the end of the runway and turned around. The five planes sat side by side on the runway. I watched as they spooled up their engines for takeoff. If I had blinked my eyes, I would have missed the take off.
The five planes were lined up abreast. They started their taxi at the same time. I expected the usual type of taxi and takeoff. But this isn't what happened. All five planes took off at once. They utilized a steep military takeoff which made them appear to be taking off vertically.
The speed and angle of the takeoff caused the planes to disappear from sight in seconds. The entire episode, from the Learjet landing, to the five planes taking off at once, had lasted approximately seven to ten minutes.
Gunther arrived home in the early hours of the morning. He had a pack of Russian cigarettes in his flight suit pocket. He said that he had flown a treaty to Moscow for Gorbachev to sign. He also said that the black SR-71 had been left in Moscow, a fact that has been confirmed by author Rodney Stich.
If you remember history. July 25th is a very important date in the Persian Gulf War. It was the date that April Glaspie, the United States Ambassador to Iraq, met with Saddam Hussein. The transcript of her meeting with Hussein has never been released. It is supposed that she encouraged him to invade Kuwait.
The flight Gunther flew to Moscow occurred one day after the Glaspie meeting with Saddam Hussein. Again, no one knows what was contained in the treaty Bush signed with Gorbachev, but it is presumed that it was an agreement that the USSR would not enter the Persian Gulf War on the side of Iraq.
The next morning, Admiral George Raeder called and told me to get ready to become the wife of a base commander. He told me that with all the experience I had as a Dean's wife, that I would have no problem with the entertaining duties.
Admiral Raeder also told me to order a Navy Commander's uniform for my cat. My three legged white Angora cat had become quite a hero ever since he survived the attack by the FBI dogs.. The Admiral told me that any cat that can fight off three FBI attack dogs deserved to be a base mascot. The Admiral told Gunther to go to the Naval Air Station in Fallon, Nevada and pick up a pair of whites. He told me to have my cat measured and get a uniform made for him.
Gunther and I did as we were told. We had a few days to get this done, and then we had to report to Castle Air Force base for a promotion ceremony and a debriefing. When we got to Castle, there was a debriefing, but instead of a promotion ceremony, the FBI came in and arrested Gunther one more time. He was accused of impersonating a Naval officer and was arrested. This eventually caused his probation in Missouri to be revoked.
At the time of the arrest, Gunther and I were on Castle Air Force Base because one of Gunther's bosses, Admiral George Raeder, had ordered us there for a promotion celebration and a press conference which would have explained why Gunther had just spent 11 months in a county jail. We were both expecting to be on our way to our new command at Whidby Island, instead he was arrested by one of the same FBI agents who had arrested him a year before. I had been through this a year earlier. I couldn't believe it was happening again.
As I told the story to Paul, he couldn't believe it either. At the time, I didn't know Paul was recording our conversations. He later transcribed many of our conversations and included them in the report he wrote for the House and Senate October Surprise Taskforces.
Like most people, Paul had a hard time understanding how the FBI could arrest Gunther after Gunther and I had just been on Offutt Air Force Base with the Director of the CIA, the National Security Advisor, the Secretary of Defense, the President of the United States and the First Lady. There is no way I can help people, who are not part of the Intelligence Community, to understand how things like this can happen. All I can say is that this appears to be standard operating procedure for the intelligence community.
Gunther and I married August 30, 1989. He was arrested September 1st. He spent 11 months in jail in St. Charles, Missouri. He was released for two weeks and re-arrested. The second time he spent 24 months in Federal prison for misuse of the Learjet when we took it to Reno to get married. When he was released from Federal Prison we were told he was being deported to Austria. We were overjoyed and I was making plans to leave the country with him. Instead, our hearts were broken again, because the Missouri courts used the charge of impersonating a Naval officer to revoke his probation and put him in prison for 28 years on the original Missouri charges.
Gunther had come to the attention of the world of investigative reporters in May of 1991 while he was still in Federal Prison at Terminal Island, California. There had been an attempt on Gunther's life. Several of his friends had been killed in a helicopter crash. Gunther was supposed to have been on that helicopter. He had called me earlier in the day to tell me that he and his boss were coming up to see me. This was in preparation for our leaving the country. I needed to fill out some papers. Gunther told me that he would be in a black helicopter and they would pass over my house at 6:30. Exactly as he said, the helicopter passed over the house. I stood out in front and waved, then went back into the house and prepared the hors d'oeuvres and drinks.
Gunther told me it would take him a half hour to get from where they had to land, back to my house. It was the longest half hour of my life... and it kept getting longer. Seven o'clock came, 7:30. There was no word from him or from his boss. I had the television on in the background. Suddenly the program was interrupted with an emergency news flash.
A helicopter had crashed. They showed a picture of it. It was the same black helicopter that had just flown over my house. I was heart sick. I called our friend Rodney Stich. Rodney had been with the FAA and I figured if anyone would know how to find out who was on that helicopter that he would. He hemmed and hawed and told me that he didn't have those kinds of contacts anymore. I hung up without saying goodbye and quickly dialed the emergency number of the CIA station chief in St Louis.
"Roger" I cried. "There's been a helicopter crash. Was Gunther on it?" That was all he needed to hear.
"I'll call you back" he said and quickly hung up.
Waiting for Roger to call back was the hardest and longest wait I had ever had. The phone finally rang. His information caused my heart to sink. "Three naval officers were on the plane."
"Was Gunther one of them?"
"I don't know." Roger replied. "Call the prison and ask to talk to him"
"How can I do that? They don't allow people to call." I said.
"They do in emergencies. Here is the number."
Roger hung up. I called the number and through my tears I told the person who answered the phone who I was and what had just happened. "There's been a helicopter crash. Our friends were killed. I need to talk to my husband."
I was put on hold. I didn't expect to be allowed to talk to Gunther. I didn't even expect to be told if he was dead or alive. But miracles do happen.
"Hello?" It was Gunther. He sounded groggy, as if he had just awakened. I quickly told him what had just happened. He said he needed to make a few phone calls and would call me back. One of the phone calls was to his friend, Rodney Stich. He told Rodney to record the conversation and that if his enemies were successful in killing him, to go forward with the story. Up until now, Gunther had NEVER told any of us that he was actively involved in the October Surprise. Gunther made Rodney promise that he would not release the tape unless Gunther was killed.
Rodney did not follow Gunther's orders. Rodney felt that the best way to keep Gunther alive was to release the information as soon as possible. Rodney called Harry Martin, the publisher of the Napa Sentinel. This was Tuesday, Harry checked the facts as best he could and ran the story in the Thursday edition, BUSH MADE DEAL WITH IRANIANS, PILOT SAYS Navy flier testifies he flew Bush to Paris for deal to block release of hostages.
On Monday, the story was published in the Spotlight, a Washington, D.C. newspaper. I began receiving phone call from friends and reporters asking me how I felt being married to the October Surprise pilot. I didn't have the slightest idea what they were talking about. I had been investigating the October Surprise, I wasn't married to one of the pilots. I knew who the pilots were, or at least I thought I did.
Finally one of the people I was talking to realized that I didn't know what had just happened. Sure enough, Gunther had not bothered to tell me that he had just told Rodney Stich the details of the flight he piloted to France to conclude the October Surprise negotiations and delay the release of the 52 American hostages. I didn't know that his story had been published in two newspapers and Harry Martin was going to be a guest on worldwide short wave radio that night to discuss the articles.
By the time Gunther was transferred back to Missouri, he had become a minor celebrity. Sarah McClendon, the senior White House correspondent had called me and wanted to know the whole story. Ross Perot called me and spent many hours on the phone with me. Paul Wilcher entered the picture at this time.
Shortly after the helicopter crash, which had claimed the lives of his friends and prompted Gunther to go public, several events seemed to occur spontaneously.
Gunther's story was published in two newspapers. Gunther's story went out over worldwide radio. The Director of the CIA, Gunther's friend "Bill" Webster, suddenly resigned. The House of Representatives finally convened an October Surprise Taskforce.
Paul had been following Gunther's story from Washington D.C. Paul was a friend of Sarah McClendon's. He was a regular at her Tuesday night "briefings". For a while, so was FBI Director William Sessions.
After spending hundreds of hours on the telephone with me, Paul decided that the only way to convince the House and Senate that Gunther really was who he said he was, was for Paul to come to Missouri and debrief him.
Paul had not been working as an attorney for several years He had even let his Bar card expire. Paul had been in real estate in Chicago. He and his wife owned a 60 million dollar real estate empire. The crooked Chicago bankruptcy courts took everything. Paul spent years trying to reclaim their wealth. Then he realized that the corruption went far higher than Chicago, and he moved to Washington D. C., to continue his investigation.
Once in Washington, he discovered what most investigators of government crimes discover.... that one crime is connected to another which is connected to another. Suddenly the web of government crimes and corruptions had ensnared another investigator.
Paul borrowed the money from me and my friends to make the trip to Missouri to debrief Gunther. He stayed there four months. He produced over a thousand pages of transcribed documents, and recorded over 50- 90 minutes conversations with Gunther.
After he felt he had enough information, he returned to Washington and made a formal presentation to the October Surprise Taskforce. Unfortunately, like most Senate and House Taskforces, the October Surprise was a complete whitewash.
Paul continued to stay close to Gunther and me. We talked almost everyday. He took a job working in a Washington law office. He also was taking legal cases privately. Suddenly he had enough money to rent an apartment in Washington.
During the Waco siege, Gunther started telling me and Paul about the mind control experiments that were going on inside the compound. At first Gunther compared the experiment with Jonestown, but then he said that this one was a different kind.
I can still remember the night before the compound was burned. I was in hiding on top a mountain in a small town in Ohio. Another hit order had been put out on me, and the FBI was looking for me. I had arranged to call Paul at exactly 8PM. Gunther was going to call Paul from prison, and Paul was going to patch us together. The conversation was a short one. Gunther was beside himself. He told us that the Feds were going to burn the compound the next day. He said that the device was ready to go and they had to get in there immediately. I didn't know what he meant by the device. Paul seemed to understand.
After Gunther hung up, I asked Paul what we should do. I had no telephone where I was staying. I had no idea what to do. He said he would make a few phone calls and try to alert someone. I don't know what he was able to do.
The next day Gunther told me it was safe for me to come to Missouri. I met a friend of Gunther's who took me out to his parents farmhouse in a small town. Again, I was in hiding where I thought no one would find me. But one afternoon, shortly after the Waco inferno, the telephone rang. It was a coded message from one of the SEALS who was part of my protective team. I figured out that the house was surrounded by the FBI.
I hung up the telephone as if nothing was wrong. I ran down the stairs and yelled into the living room that I was running down to Walmart to buy some hair dye. I said I would be back in an hour or two.
Instead of running to the store, I ran to a friends house. She had a friend who was a policeman. She called him and had him come over. He and a County sheriff went over to the farm to check things out. They found an FBI SWAT team lying in the ditches waiting for me to return.
I was later told that many of the men who were hiding in those ditches, had just been at Waco. Did they want to kill me because I knew the truth about what they did at Waco? Would they have killed everyone in the farmhouse to kill me? I don't know. I will never know the answers to these questions.
During the month following the Waco horror, Gunther and his men were giving Paul the real story of what had really gone on at Waco.
David Koresh was a long time CIA asset. Waco had been a CIA center for mind control every since the end of World War Two. Many of the German mind control scientists were brought to Waco to continue their experiments.
Gunther explained to me that there were only seven fully programmed mind control "sleepers" in the Davidian Compound. For a more complete explanation on how mind controlled "sleepers" are created, you can read Operation Open Eyes MIND CONTROL IN AMERIKA ~ Five Easy Steps To Create A Manchurian Candidate!
Gunther told me that the Waco "sleepers" had somehow been triggered, and they were preparing to carry out their mission. The "sleepers" in the compound were c