Fortune smiles my friends, we have ourselves what is likely a temporary window into seeing what awaited Chad–this is our golden opportunity!

Hopefully we can use what we find to strike a wicked blow at Peterson, Iron Clad and this Sal Salis Terra brotherhood, earning the chance to save Gods’ Lake before things have gone too far. Let us strike back in the name of all those environmental tragedies both here and world-wide and let us avenge the broken spirits left in their wake.

I thank you all again for persevering with me these weeks. I’ve never seen such a brave, clever or tenacious lot (you too Stephen).

You have been with me through a literal gauntlet of tribulations and these last few months have brought many personal and disturbing things to light. But I am more grateful than you know that you all decided to follow this lost man on his path for truth in the wake of one of the most humiliating points in his life. You’ve shown me more understanding than many whom I used to call ‘colleague’ would dare show me a glimmer of in all my years teaching.

You all have my deepest gratitude, all of you.

LiminalChorus has been exceedingly helpful in passing along photos of the package contents–a package cleverly intercepted on our behalf!

But judging by Peterson’s twitting, it would seem he’s now caught on to the fact that this package was swept out from under his nose. Hopefully these other distractions will keep him busy long enough for us to learn what we can from the contents of Bonnabee’s package and respond accordingly.

I’ve posted the letter contents here and Stephen has helped me compile a “zip file” (is this what it is called Stephen?), which is some sort of way to provide all of the files Liminal sent me at once in some sort of compressed manner.

It would seem we have quite a lot to go through, but this letter is most certainly a good start since it will likely provide us with any directives that Bonnabee had intended for his ‘star’ protege.

The Grandfathers have also left a rather harrowing message in their last post below, which i’m assuming stems from the fact that the resistance to the development is now becoming palpable.

If what I saw in Gods Lake was but an adumbration of what has yet to come, I feel we must certainly arm ourselves with whatever knowledge we can…and as quickly as possible.

Liminal has done exceptionally well and made it out safely last evening thank goodness. We have been provided the following report of the interception (with photos to come)!

This will take some time to comb through, but I shall spend today doing exactly that!

INVENTORY:

1. Briefcase
2. Business card holder
3. Letter in sealed envelope
4. A Vital Guide to: Hegel’s Philosophy of History (Ben Kimpel)
5. Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand), 50th Anniversary Edition
6. Legal-sized envelope labeled “Phase II” with documents inside

DETAILS:

1. Briefcase

Black, leather (I think, at least on the outside), and very nice. There’s even a cushion on the underside of the handle so your hands don’t get sore! Not that this particular case was heavy. Pocket on the back, which was empty. Two partitions inside, letter and business card-holder in smaller, rest in larger.

2. Business card holder

Shiny metallic silver, with single wide black horizontal stripe across the back in “grippy” material. SAL SALIS TERRA engraved on the front.
Inside: Dr. Grey’s business card. The word “THREAT” and an arrow in black marker pointing to his name. QR code on the back. I don’t have a smartphone; will my webcam work?

3. Letter in sealed envelope

Envelope is blank on the front. The back has a handwritten code along the bottom: T E N E I M H N X I L N A E T I
Inside: Typewritten letter from HB to CP, confirming most of what we’ve already figured out re: Iron Clad and their knowledge of/plans for Gods’ Lake. It’s almost sweet, mentor-to-mentee, in a totally misguided kind of way. Now HB seems like one of those Japanese anime villains that seem almost okay once you look at things from their perspective–i.e. they sincerely think they are doing good. I think. Anyway, I will put up the letter in a separate post. There don’t appear to be any codes on the letter, though in it, I can’t say. The letter also implies there are now new things to uncover on the Iron Clad website.

4. A Vital Guide to: Hegel’s Philosophy of History (Ben Kimpel)

This is a used copy and seems quite old. Published in 1963. Consulting my good friend Wikipedia, this section on Hegel seems the most pertinent to our case for context, especially when combined with Randian Objectivism: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hegel#Progress

There is a post-it note inside the book with an arrow indicating a section titled, “Hegel’s philosophy of history is one type of rationalistic metaphysic.” Unfortunately I don’t have time right this minute to read & digest the whole section or type it all out, and only snippets of the book are available on Google Books, but I think if you google keywords from the above heading, you’d probably get the gist. I will read the section tomorrow and report back.

Flipping through the book, I can see sentences outside that section underlined or annotated in ink. Whether those marks are Bonnabee’s or a previous owner’s I’m not sure, but they seem to mostly reinforce materialist/positivist themes exalting reason, progress, making reality/knowledge explicit/known/absolute.

5. Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand), 50th Anniversary Edition

This seems brand new. And as a side note, destruction of sacred spirits notwithstanding, I’ve read it before and this is an amazing novel that I would highly recommend reading. Flipping through I don’t see any extraneous markings whatsoever, but the book also has over 1000 pages.

However, knowing Randian philosophy (Objectivism) alone might be enough to explain the presence of this book. Again, it prizes human reason and human progress above everything, especially progress grown directly out of our own reason and efforts, whether mental, physical, or technological.

From AynRand.org, in the words of Rand herself:
My philosophy, Objectivism, holds that:

Reality exists as an objective absolute—facts are facts, independent of man’s feelings, wishes, hopes or fears.
Reason (the faculty which identifies and integrates the material provided by man’s senses) is man’s only means of perceiving reality, his only source of knowledge, his only guide to action, and his basic means of survival.
Man—every man—is an end in himself, not the means to the ends of others. He must exist for his own sake, neither sacrificing himself to others nor sacrificing others to himself. The pursuit of his own rational self-interest and of his own happiness is the highest moral purpose of his life.
The ideal political-economic system is laissez-faire capitalism. It is a system where men deal with one another, not as victims and executioners, nor as masters and slaves, but as traders, by free, voluntary exchange to mutual benefit. It is a system where no man may obtain any values from others by resorting to physical force, and no man may initiate the use of physical force against others. The government acts only as a policeman that protects man’s rights; it uses physical force only in retaliation and only against those who initiate its use, such as criminals or foreign invaders. In a system of full capitalism, there should be (but, historically, has not yet been) a complete separation of state and economics, in the same way and for the same reasons as the separation of state and church.
Chad quoted Rand on Twitter a while ago: “Everything we are and everything we have comes from one attribute of man–the function of his reasoning mind.”

6. Legal-sized envelope labeled “Phase II” with documents inside

And here the other shoe drops. And dear god, what a shoe.

Inside: A really bad photocopy of a cover letter regarding two also enclosed scientific studies. I will put this up in a separate post, as well. The letter is annotated (the annotations are also photocopied), and the date is circled: 29 April 1944.

The two scientific studies, thank heavens, are available online. I downloaded the PDFs and will upload them for you. Or you can look them up yourself on Google Scholar: “Effect of High Fluoride Water on Intelligence of School Children in India” and “Effect of High-Fluoride Water on Intelligence in Children”. If you type out the full titles, it should be the first hit for both. But get this: both are studies showing that high fluoride content in water decreases the IQ of children. I’ve only read the abstracts, but that is the bottom line. I wonder if Iron Clad has been contaminating the Gods’ Lake water system with fluoride for the past how many decades, making for low-IQ citizens who wouldn’t even think to question the upcoming development…!?

ACTION TASKS: (i.e. new mysteries to solve)

1. Read QR code on back of Dr. Grey’s business card
2. Hack into ironcladproperties.com for more hidden information. (Note: I tried the biz card QR on investor log-in, didn’t work unless I did it wrong…)
3. Decode string of letters on envelope: T E N E I M H N X I L N A E T I
4. Perhaps cross-reference above with as yet unsolved code in email Shizzire got from Iron Clad: PY96AB7THTCL3F74DEEA5ACNETTL5DF3DON
5. Read up on Hegel’s philosophy of history as a rationalistic metaphysics
6. Read up on Ayn Rand’s Objectivism and key themes/plot of Atlas Shrugged
7. Read the 2 studies on fluoride water and child intelligence.

I think that’s everything. Go team go.

I was just lamenting over the seeming lack of critical debate over the Gods Lake development as I recalled some of the great protests there often were even over what are now considered the world’s greatest monuments to architecture and technology.

I think specifically about the Eiffel Tower, which was a hotly protested enterprise at the time of its construction.

I quote this excerpt from the protestors themselves at the time:

“We come, we writers, painters, sculptors, architects, lovers of the beauty of Paris which was until now intact, to protest with all our strength and all our indignation, in the name of the underestimated taste of the French, in the name of French art and history under threat, against the erection in the very heart of our capital, of the useless and monstrous Eiffel Tower, which popular ill-feeling, so often an arbiter of good sense and justice, has already christened the Tower of Babel.”

The Tower of Babel…resonates with our situation does it not? Confusion, dischord, heresy… perhaps we witness a different type of heresy or forgetfulness or confusion in Gods Lake?

I almost feel like I’ve seen something in history like this before. Everything we’ve found, the library, the parks, the newspaper, it’s all apart of something big…bigger than political or corporate propaganda. I must tend to my books, I’m certain the answer is there somewhere.

Any word on that corporate miscreant, Chad Peterson?

Goodness, I just noticed something sifting through Mr. Peterson’s twits…did anyone notice this at all from a few days ago?

Perhaps this is something to look into? If we can somehow ‘intercept’ this package or whatever it is, it might give us the upper-hand in unhinging the machinations behind this looming development and maybe even enable us to stop the Gods Lake project dead in its tracks.

What might we possibly do to achieve this??

Enaxor brings a hearty serving of genius to the table once again. In the image below I think we can make out what my father wrote subsequent to the unsent letter I discovered.

Or for those who cannot make out the text,

Herbert, I still believe in what Oxbridge is trying to accomplish with the brotherhood, but those who join the order of the salt should come of their own accord. This order is older than the gods, surely it has witnessed rebuff in its storied history, and that is what makes us strong. Let the dreamers dream…we will continue to be men of action. Sal Salis Terra

Now this version of the message seems to have had its back stiffened a little bit compared to the original as though the first seemed too ‘soft’…which may be why he never sent it. In fact, the tone of this letter sounds much more like when my father would give me a speech about the benefits of labor or a good day’s work. And of course, signed ‘Sal Salis Terra’…as if we needed anymore confirmation of my father’s membership. Oh father…

We also have my father’s overt mention of Oxbridge’s relationship to this group, or as he calls it, a “brotherhood”. Was Oxbridge a ‘pool of potentials’ for this league or something equally strange? Some sort of ‘feeder’ organization? My bloody word, is it possible that the school’s foundation was predicated on the service of this dark and corrupt organization, perhaps even exclusively? Perhaps Fields was being more literal than I suspected in his insolent remarks the other day…

“Ahh old boy…are you lamenting never making it from the minors to the big leagues? Should have listened to daddy yes?”

This all begins to make sense…I turn down an opportunity to join this league of rapacious fools, an opportunity presented to me by the headmaster of the organization itself and I embarrass my father in the process. He then has to live with that shame for the rest of his life, needing now to appear all the more committed and unmoved in the wake of his son’s unseemly gaff. And then somehow–if Fields was correct and not merely blowing hot air upon the lot of us–my father somehow earned me a second chance when I applied to and joined the ranks of Oxbridge as an Assistant Professor.

“The fact that you even ended up with a post at Oxbridge is only owed to the respect he earned as a proud man who didn’t shy away from his allegiances. Not to rub salt in the wound, but he used up his last favors on you…did you know that?”

But again, I clearly blew that…with my father’s passing and my name already being in Bonnabee’s bad books I’m sure he didn’t think twice to set into motion my dismissal once he realized it was ME on that land in Gods Lake, meddling in the affairs of his corporation and somehow impeding the will of his bloody brotherhood.

So what is it then?? Was Iron Clad merely a vehicle for Bonnabee and his group of avaricious sods to suppress an age-old supernatural order? And if that is the case, the man is dead now, what is left? Are there other prominent members of this brotherhood remaining, and if so, who are they? Fields certainly doesn’t have the spine to carry forward such a charge…

If Bonnabee is dead, did Sal Salis Terra die with him?

We need answers…and given what we know of the strange events at Gods Lake and the Grandfathers’ indication that Bonnabee was eerily prepared for his own death, I fear we only have a limited period of time in which to find them.

How are we to do this? Any suggestions or leads??

Pardon this taking a while, Stephen had to come over and show me how to use the scanner again. Apparently I lost the ‘driver’ of the machine or something. I wasn’t quite aware that there were little tiny drivers maneuvering the machines we use, but apparently there are? That’s technology for you. I wonder if they have any sentience? I somehow imagine so. But I digress already…

After about an hour of shuffling in the attic, I came upon one of my father’s old trunks. Quite cobwebbed in fact, I hadn’t even given it a proper dusting once since he passed. In it, I found some correspondance between my father and another party regarding my rejection of Bonnabee’s offer to join the ‘club’ I think we now safely know to be this order or cult of ‘Sal Salis Terra’. And I can only imagine that the recipient of the letter was Bonnabee himself.

He seems to be apologizing on my behalf, but in doing so, it becomes evident to me that my father himself was a member of this group. In what capacity I do not know, but I can only assume that he came by this affiliation through his association with Bonnabee, perhaps doing the accounting for one of his companies–a theory that would be confirmed by the address on the empty envelope I also found in my father’s old trunk.

It’s rather strange to have hardly known this man, caring for him as any boy would a father, but never truly knowing what he felt about me or what I did with my life. From this letter however, I get the sense that he understood my decision to pursue the career that I did. Yes, he may have disagreed with it and I recognize this, but he wanted me to choose my own way in life and respected me for that. There is nothing more comforting.

Whatever association my father had with this group, I will not judge him now…I knew him only to be a good and judicious man who always did what he thought was best.

With this in addition to Bonnabee’s death, it has admittedly been a bit of a strange 48 hours for me. I couldn’t even go through everything in my father’s trunk before I realized that I needed to take some air and process all of this churning emotional discombobulation.

I feel I should share these things however…you all deserve to know and I detest keeping secrets. I’ve always believed if you are open with all things, you disarm your enemies and bring closer the people who matter most.

I woke up to find an electronic mail document in my mail box from an anonymous address. It’s rather short and not necessarily sweet…

“We highly recommend that you reconsider what you do in your leisurely hours”

It almost sounds like a threat, and yet a tinge of pleasantry? Who would send me such a line and what ‘we’ is being referred to there? Strange. Anyways, I won’t be bothered with such things if they can’t take the time to even pen a more substantial message than that.

In the meanwhile I’ve been going through my father’s old things in the attic…I feel as though I should make a concerted effort to find out what, if anything the man may have had to do with Oxbridge. Part of me fears what I may find, but I shall report back honestly if I find anything.

Well it would seem the day has come. I won’t say too much on the subject of Bonnabee right now in respect of the dead, but this is certainly a landmark day for Iron Clad Properties and perhaps even for Gods Lake. We will see.

Judging by Mr. Peterson’s twits, I would presume that he is either coping admirably or is somewhat mentally distanced from the matter. Perhaps a little bit of both.

Either way, Mr. Peterson has the world squarely on his shoulders now.