James Casbolt

Before I go into who James Casbolt is, I want to detail that I hold no common views on racism, Nazism, hate, or population control. However thorough work, in the area of post World War 2 Nazi technological financial, scientific, financial and super soldier development research; makes it abundantly clear that a secret (or not so much considering Von Braun, the President of Nasa, Rinehardt Gehlen led our intelligence operations against the Russians in the Cold War with his Nazi friends, Mengele and the tentacles of Nazi mind control and eugenucs became American entertainment, their ideas of eugenics and dumbing down the public became very real in America to no measureability in our current political climate and nazi like fascism IS apparent in our streets and coming from those who we are told are there to protect and serve us. Always be aware the Romans were the Nazis are the New World Order and until they explain themselves they seem absolutely and drunk in evil, in materialistic gain over any relationship with the earth or other human beings (let alone aliens)

. More on this later...(Check the work of Jim Marrs, Peter Levenda, Joseph Farrell, Robert Jay Lifton, etc..)

James Casbolt claims to be an alien hunting assassin/super soldier with Annunaki=German/French/Greek/Sumerian background which descended from the “Tribe of Dan” in Egypt. After the Exodus they became the Spartans- an Atlantean bloodline that evolved into a hybrid race to run the intelligence agencies of modern times. He was raised in a joint Canadian/Nazi/secret world government base called the “Q552 Nelson Base, between 1976 and 1979. (He explains the base to be near a logging compound and Nelson Air Force Base.) This base was for the Indoctrination of Nazi philosophies in children as well as a kind of ultimate warrior ethos. Ideas about attaining immortality and the thousand year Reich were driven into the children’s minds.


“In our minds we…were prepared for endless warfare.” They would be forced to sleep in the cold of the open hangar; exposure to the elements was considered one of the many ways to traumatize the children. They were guarded by men in all black with black face mask.

“The modern SS uniform…look(s) like modern SAS special forces” He explains that there was some kind of internal intelligence war and the children were at risk of being kidnapped. They would be taken to an underground garage where they would be tested for psychic potential. (1981) As with alien abductees like Bill Sparks, and the super soldiers like Duncan and Alara Blackwell, this was through the use of puzzle like games in a classroom setting.


Another type of training includes the use of a “Skinner Box” where a child would be put in a box with multiple televisions in the room that would instruct it on how to emulate animal behavior ( for reasons of all terrain based military applications), to kill, or be killed by the animal. This also links to the claim made by Aaron McCollum, which is identical to the major mythology of the animated Spider Man Unlimited and Street Sharks series.



(Don’t judge, the resemblances are disturbing!)
(He goes on to mention many odd secret programs, alien-tech 9mm pistols, and other fantastic Warren Ellis-esque concepts, none of which this author has found proof of at the time of writing this…)

Tigress Program- injecting animal DNA into remote viewers
Oak Tree Program-looking for “blue bloods” or psychics
Tomorrow People Project-unknown-TV show with the same name
Proteus- sleeper cell super soldier program
IBIS-life extension
Project Osiris (metal bone fusion?)
Janus Programming- riots paramilitary sleeper cells
During Project Mannequin (1994, under Westminster at the CLC1 base) Casbolt learned to see radio/mental waves like those used in remote viewing; explaining that the third eye or pineal gland is capable of transmitting data like a radio receiver. He was being trained in advanced yoga and tai chi while a little box on his waist would measure his brain waves.

“I’m seeing a lot of the sub-projects of Mannequin in film and in X-Men comics”...
“It’s a mix of black magic and military hardware.”-James Casbolt

for more on the relation between the X-men and Casbolt's experiences

A not so far-fetched leap, he says that the NSA has “a major Nazi presence”, that “Nazis run the NSA and MI6”, and that in 1947 (Roswell, NSA Act, NSC,CIA) Everybody handed their power and underground bases over to the NSA. He also says that MILABS in Britain are carried out by a six seated craft with one front window called a Firefly. (also known as a TL-3 or TS-3 craft)


Casbolt who has revealed his name since as Michael Prince, believes that he is the key player in a plot involving the Fourth Reich taking over the world and depopulating it so that the white Aryan race can rule supreme in a “Garden of Eden” like setting, where men will have 5 wives and people will have orgies and walk around naked but “not everywhere”. (This was obtained from a phone conversation I had with him, but he clearly reiterates it on Miles Johnston's interviews.-Frank Zero)


Casbolt Notes

• James Casbolt: Q552 Base Nelson, BC Canada

• Michael Prince

• Project Ibis- Giza Intelligence Nazi Organization in WW2

• Ibis-Thoth Connection life extension tech found in Egypt Project Ibis is about extending life-emerald chambers (Emerald Tablets of Thoth?) life extension technology
  (extension of human consciousness/alchemy/life extension)

• Endless Warfare-Germanic Belief, periods of rest, the 1000 year reich 1000 years of peace. Indoctrination of endless warfare for assassination.

• Project Ibis -NSA MI6

• NSA database is used to designate who would be proper genetically appropriate for super soldier programs out of alien hybrid bloodlines, like Annunaki blood

• Prince claims he is cloned like Rink.

• Prince claims the use of animals including boars

• 30 ft wide pen babies and wild animals, very similar to a skinner box.

• (Alara also likes compartmentalization, claims past with Sknner Box method when she was a kid.) Casbolt was slowly “cybernated” through surgery, when he was a kid in different surguries

• Project Mannequin-ascended machine technology- a cyborg with a soul.

• Claims his bone is like adamantium (mix of gold and diamond, off the periodic chart)

• Proteus Program?

Life Extension - The Chronicles of Michael Prince by James Michael Casbolt

January 17, 2014 at 7:34pm

1992 Sirius Sector

I am not fully conscious at this time when I’m physically on this planet. Part of my consciousness is trapped within a quantum computer system on board my space vessel named the USS CALOPIA. This vessel orbits whatever planet I’m on at the time. This vessel is a UN/US Space Command vessel. The technology on board actually causes the vessel to physically follow me around the galaxy using stargates to travel vast distances. During the compartmentalizing torture sessions at the Hive in South Africa and the London underground facility, my consciousness has been leaving my body and entering a physical cloned body in vat stasis on board the USS Calopia.

The computer system on board this vessel monitors the vital signs of these cloned copies of my body. When life signs are detected within the cloning vat, the computer system sends mechanical servitors to take me to a an emergency medical bay until I am physically recovered and can walk around the ship in a stable condition. My physical body down on the planet during these times is always inhabited by my MIRROR ENTITY. At the breaking point of maximum pain levels… when I ‘pass-out’ my consciousness leaves my physical body in the underground base or wherever and wakes up in the cloned body on board the USS Calopia. When I recover and leave the medical bay on the Calopia, I always enter a specific room where I can monitor my physical body down on the planet. I can also monitor the vital life signs of the body on the planet. This process involves looking through physical cybernetic implants within the eyes. I am also able to operate the computer system on board the ship and bounce the signal off walls to look at the body from a remote location as well viewing through the eyes.

There is always a time limit that the Mirror Entity can take possession of my body down on the planet. The computer system on board the USS Calopia will always give me a warning five minutes before the Mirror Entity departs my body. This physical body will then shape shift back into a human form when my consciousness enters back into it. The computer system flashes symbols on one of the screens at this time and a digital voice will say- “Five minutes to genetic molecule alignment.”

At this point I will walk out of this particular room on board the ship and enter a room down the corridor to the right hand side. In this room a vertical body pod called a ‘Ventricle Duct’ is positioned at the far end of the room. I will step into the pod with my back facing the wall. A plastic screen will close in front of me and the pod will tip back slightly. The pod will then fill up with liquid that I can breath and I will slowly and gently fall asleep and wake up again in my body down on the planet. This technology assists me in dealing with intense/prolonged pain and terror.

However at this time in 1992 I do not have conscious control over all the technology on board the USS Calopia. I also have a slightly schizophrenic relationship with the computer on board the vessel. At times of acute distress the computer and I talk back and forth. I.E- at the time I was ‘drowned’ in the ‘well’ at the Sirius prison facility, at the moment of greatest terror for me, I heard the computer system on board the USS Calopia inside my head, saying something like-”Regulation 301- Assist in binary xxxx ( numbers I can’t remember ) teleportation? Assist in binary xxxx teleportation?”

The ‘Assist in binary teleportation’ would be repeated with an increased sense of urgency tone of urgency until I felt like my lungs were going to explode. Just at the point of lung rupture taking place, I saw the Kabbalah formation in my mind’s eye. I had a split second to choose between two of circles lit up. One green in color, the other red in color.

Green = I leave my body ( less risk )

Red = I stay in my body ( more risk )

I choose red at this time, stay in my body and I actually start to breath underwater through some kind of cybernetic breathing mechanism inside my body initiating at this time. The ultimate goal is to stay in the body and gain fully conscious control over all the technology on board the USS Calopia. Some of the hardware and software on board is ancient. Basically I need to switch the AI section of the computer on board off. At this time my brain will become ‘quiet’ and the internal dialogue that takes place inside my head between myself and the computer, will stop.-The scepter artifact I was handed by the ‘Jesuit/Reptilian’ priests after the drowning was a missing piece from the computer on board my ship. I was able to stay in my body during the drowning and therefore realize my physically indestructible nature. However the artifact was ultimately placed within a container inside the Emerald Room at this time, with the female and male reptilians inside. Because of this the female and male reptilians in the Emerald Room own a piece of my mind at this time in 1992.

Now because I was able to resist teleporting my consciousness onto the USS Calopia during a time of intense stress, I have moved one step closer to mastering this technology. Now at times of intense stress when the internal communication between myself and the computer system on the Calopia starts, I can instruct the whole vessel to physically teleport near to my location and send mechanical servitors into the place where I am distressed and physically rescue me. This way I end up physically on board the USS Calopia without having to leave my body. The trick to mastering all this technology is to stay in one physical body and not ‘body hop’ from one physical container to another.

Eventually the objective was to liberate this artifact from the Emerald Room and return it back to my ship. When events such as this happen, in times of danger, there will be no internal dialogue between myself and the computer on the Calopia. The artifact will be physically teleported to me from the ship and I will have complete mastery of my environment enabling me to come out of any dangerous situation safely. I can say at this time, I have claimed the artifact from the two reptilians and I have complete control over the Emerald Room they occupied in the past. I am approaching a state where I will actually be able to incorporate the artifact into my cybernetic body. At that time I will not have to wait for the time delay while the device is teleported from the USS Calopia to me. I will not have to rely on the USS Calopia at all and will have full conscious control over the technology. It is not a matter of if this happens but a matter of when.

1992- D4 facility- Sirius Sector

A door opens at the back of the Emerald Room. I exit the Emerald Room with the male and female reptilians in it and walk into a corridor. I am met by two human guards and I instinctively walk down the corridor behind them. Doors are located on either side of the corridor and some are open as I walk past them. I glance into a room on the left and see tall grey types working on some kind of crystal based computers. I glance to the right as I’m walking and see larger rooms with short grey types working on larger computers with conveyer belt type apparatus at the back of the rooms. I see box shaped objects on the conveyer belts and parts of exoskeleton robotics such as mechanical arms and such.

A pair of tall grey overseers exits one of the rooms on the right and follow behind me. One of the greys creates a telepathic link between itself to the back of my head and a data exchange starts to take place as we walk. I see the layout and design on the whole facility.

The place is designed exactly like the Pentagon building in Virginia. This Sirius facility has five ring corridors within each other ( pentagons within pentagons ). Each of the five sections houses a separate extra-terrestrial race. Prisoners considered most dangerous by the ruling elite of each race work with scientists of the same race during their incarceration periods. This facility rests on a flat terraformed seabed under the ocean of this planet to prevent escape. The facility is considered impossible to escape from as previously mentioned. The whole facility is able to detach itself from the seabed in times of emergency, emerge from the water and become airborne/spaceborne.

The five types of lifeforms in each section of this facility are as follows:

5th Outer Ring- ‘Cat-People’ Bipedal cat type creatures based all over the galaxy but high numbers of these beings located in Sirius Star Sector.

4th Inner Ring- ‘Bird-People’ Bipedal bird type creatures based all over the galaxy but high numbers located in Orion and Draco Star Sectors.

3rd Inner Ring – ‘Wolf-People’ Bipedal canine type creatures based all over the galaxy but high numbers in Sirius Star Sector.

2nd Inner Ring- Humans.

1st Inner Ring- ‘Reptile-People’ Bipedal reptile type creatures based all over the galaxy but high numbers in Draco and Sirius Star Sector ( classic reptilian and grey types ).

A large space exists within the center of the facility similar to the Pentagon building in Virginia but in the center of this building is a huge five sided pyramid structure that protrudes out the top. Some type of antenna/teleportation device is located in the direct center of the five sided pyramid. The data download continues to happen as we walk further down the corridor and I see that this reptilian section of the facility operates in a type of factory setting and the beings within operate in a very collective fashion. The entire facility operates in this way but it is most extreme here. I also see that ultimately the entire facility is run by AI at this time, which oversees most of the activity within the facility.

I see that the AI has been extensively involved in cognitive behavior tests here. This has been to determine which of the five base races has the highest survival dynamic. These ‘survival of the fittest’ AI tests has been carried out separately on each race. The AI computer system has then mixed the races together in general population on several occasions. The strongest of each race have then been housed together for a continuation of these tests. Where I am being led now is part of the final series of testing in this area.

We continue to walk down and corridor and enter a lift at the end. All five of us get in and descend. The elevator doors open into an absolutely massive room with five walkways converging in the center. The room is quite dark and very silent. I look up and see the huge five-sided pyramid structure above me built with a type of dark glass. We walk along our walkway towards the center of the structure. It takes a long time and with every step I feel an awesome power building in my body. After walking for awhile I see on object in the distance. As we get closer I see a familiar trip seat type device. We get to the device and I get in the seat while the two human guards strap me into the chair.

Once this is complete, the two human guards and two greys walk away back in the direction of the lift. I sit in the dark silent massive room for a awhile and wait. I feel completely calm. I hear loud mechanical rumblings around me and five massive square mirrors extend out of the ground to form a pentagon shaped prism around me. My form sitting in the seat is reflected around me in many strange ways. My reflection seems to go on forever. I then see five faces appear on each mirror. They seem to be reflected backwards to how the facility is set-up I.E- A massive reptile face appears in this gigantic mirror to my left, the seat then rotates to the right and I see a huge wolf face, rotate to the right again and I see a huge bird-face, rotate right again I see a huge cat-face. The chair rotates slowly again and I see a huge human face. The face is Commander Sarion who may be my father. The chair then rotates to its original position and sinks into the floor where mechanical locks clamp the chair into a more secure position.

The chair starts to spin in a clockwise motion and gets faster and faster with each rotation. The faces appear to start laughing and as the rotation speed quickens, they all start to blend into one in my vision. I hear a crackling electrical sound and bright white light is coming from the center of the pyramid down into my body. I start to convulse and I feel myself being filled with massive power and my muscles and joints tearing, stretching and ripping. This is massive pleasure and pain combined and feels like a huge orgasm. I feel my body expanding and when I feel myself reaching a climatic power point, the dark room around me disappears and I find myself standing in some desert canyon. My whole body is tingling with energy and feels very different.

Sirius 1992 continued

As the crackling energy envelops me in the chair, a time delay occurs just before I am teleported off planet into the canyon. I arrive in a tube on board the Calopia and look out through the clear partition as servitor droids come to collect me. The door in the tube opens and I fall forward in a weakened state into the mechanical arms of two servitors.

They lift me onto a hovering gurney and follow by my side on their wheeled legs as I am moved through the corridor on the right side of the vessel leading towards the recovery bay. Large viewing windows are positioned on the right side and I look down at the blue planet below. Most of the mass is covered by a huge ocean and I see a small land mass off to the left lit up by the huge sun behind the planet.

I am taken into the medical bay through a door on the left and moved into a corner where medical and laser equipment scan my body. I am given an injection by a mechanical arm that comes out of the top of the wall in front of me. A head visor also comes out of the wall and is positioned across my eyes. My strength is returning to me as I receive a digital debriefing from the AI computer on board the USS Calopia.

I learn the AI system on board my vessel has been in conflict with the AI system running the underwater prison down below on the planet. My very survival was at stake. Data regarding stem cells and genetics is scrolled onto the display screen. The AI system down on the planet has developed a complete science based the ancient art of terror, studying the deepest fears of an individual and sequence mapping of pain thresholds and physical torture breaking points.

It has learned that as the mind controls the body, physical pain is only effective up to a certain point. It’s goal is to physically remove an individual’s bone marrow by the quickest means possible while keeping the body alive. The bone marrow and stem cells within the marrow contain the individual’s identity and memory. Once the original marrow is removed the AI replaces it by teleporting stem cells from one of the animal type races located in a lab at the prison facility.

The AI system controlling the prison facility has probed into the deepest fears of men. It has found a way to literally and physically scare the life out of a man. To scare the life right out of one’s very bones!

On the other hand the AI system on board the Calopia is designed to enable me to survive under all circumstances. Back up exoskeletal cybernetic chassis are located on board. These cyborg copies contain hollow tubes for the transportation of bone marrow stem cells if the Calopia AI registers that my DNA has left my body. This is accomplished with the use of atomic energy.

The debriefing continues on the digital visor and I learn that because I was able to stay in my body during my drowning experience at the facility, the Calopia AI has learnt that it can teleport my whole physical body directly onto the vessel, bypassing the need to vector locate and transport just my bone marrow.

A game of chess is being played out between the two AI’s and the Calopia AI now has the upper hand. In a covert maneuver of trickery, the Calopia AI has double crossed the planetary AI and teleported down a cyborg copy of my body into the chair as I am simultaneously being teleported to safety on board. Using massive amounts of oppositional extreme temperatures of heat and cold, the Calopia AI has managed to very rapidly swap each cell one at a time.

The cyborg copy has the standard hollow tubes within the bones of the alloy exoskeleton. Therefore the facility AI teleports the stem cells of the animal into the bones without noticing a swap has occurred. Using this incredible energy source of heat and cold, the superior Calopia AI physically teleports genetic material two ways, while the inferior AI rides on the back of this process at the exact same time and teleports it’s sample without realizing the true process which is occurring. It is a three way process. Two parts living and one part dead.

On board the safety of the Calopia I am spared the damaging effects of the shape shift to my body for the first time in years. A throw away cloned body sustains this instead and a snarling eight foot tall bipedal, hairy beast is teleported into the canyon back on earth.

I am viewing the Bigfoot type beast in the canyon on a small screen above my head. A plastic tube shaped partition comes out the side of the gurney and I feel myself being pushed backwards through a small dark tunnel. I start to feel myself being pushed into sticky liquid and I realize I am back inside a tube.

I feel heat being scanned over my body and also realize I am being teleported. It is a quick triple realization as I also know I am being teleported into the canyon on earth to do battle with the hairy beast.

Grand Canyon, Arizona

The next thing I am aware of is a cool breeze blowing on my skin. It is almost dark, late evening and I see the Bigfoot like creature standing in front of me about twenty feet away. It’s thick legs are slightly bent ready to spring. It is over seven feet tall and looks like a cross between a huge gorilla and a bear with dark brown fur with long handed claws at the end of it’s massively powerful arms. It is growling with saliva dripping off rows of sharp teeth. I can smell it’s stinking rancid breath and foul pungent body odor from this distance.

Time seems to slow down for me as I notice a blue glowing light reflecting off the high walls of the canyon we stand in. I notice this blue light is coming from my body and look down for a split second to realize I am sitting cross legged and levitating over four feet off the ground.

I feel completely calm and in control.

I wait for the beast to spring and as he leaps the entire distance with a roar, I bounce some kind of magnetic energy off the ground beneath me and float gracefully higher into the air. The beast misses me and I manipulate this magnetic energy again this time using it to smash my weight downwards in the split second he passes underneath me. Just as my right hand is about to strike the top if his stinking head, I project a magnetic shock wave out the palm of my hand. The impact on top of his head smashes him face first down into the ground with a huge thud. The beast screams in agony and rage.

The beast returns to it’s feet again in no time and is facing me again. It leaps and I sidestep to my right and parry it’s weight with my right arm. Once I have a slight grip on the animal I throw it hard into the canyon wall behind me using it’s own weight and momentum.

It smashes head first into the wall and screams once again in rage and pain and again it rushes me. I can’t keep moving out of its way as it is getting wise to this tactic and rotates it’s body and moves to my left as it comes at me, slightly shifting it’s weight so I cannot parry it away from me. I cannot move backwards either as I will not be able to muster enough force into my blows to neutralize the beast.

My only option is to meet it head on and we end up in a stand up grapple face to face. The beast is stronger and much heavier than me. I have hold of it’s left arm with my right hand but is pushes me back a couple of steps. It’s right arm is now free and it swings a huge clawed overhand blow at my face. I block the blow with my left forearm but the force of it cuts my arm deeply and knocks my arm down. It follows up with the same blow quickly as I attempt to bring my arm up again and it knocks my injured arm down further exposing my face and chest.

A third time it throws the same blow. I see the claws sailing through the air towards my face but my left arm is too weak and injured to block this again. At the last moment I manage to pull my head back and the claws miss my face but rake down the left side of my neck near the collarbone instead. The blow is thrown with such force the claws continue cutting vertically through my flesh, gouging deeply into my chest exposing metal bones, circuitry and pumping flesh organs underneath this.

The animals right hand is down by my left rib now and I grab it with my left hand and pin it against it’s body. I still have the beasts left hand tied up with my right hand and I use the opportunity to head butt the creature in the mouth. I feel some it’s teeth crack off and it screams as blood starts to pour from it’s mouth. It counters with a ferocious bite to the top of my left shoulder.

It opens it huge gaping snout wide and sinks it’s teeth deeply into my flesh.
Something snaps inside me. Some deep bestial trigger deep within is activated by being bitten by a large animal such as this. I roar as I feel my hands starting to break and explode. I look at my hands as the beast is still sunk deep into my shoulder ripping from side to side, tearing at my flesh.

Knife like blades have protruded from my hands. At once I realize the reptilian hand bones retrieved from the bodies back in France all those years ago have been incorporated into my physiology ( see France deprogramming sessions 1812 ).

I ram the blades of my left hand into the stomach of the animal with a left uppercut. It let’s go of my shoulder and steps back looking confused when it sees the blades. I follow up with a overhand right blow with my right foot forward that cuts deeply into the left side of it’s neck. It steps back again and I have pinned it closer to the wall. I kick the creature with my right leg. A front kick to position it against the wall for the final death blow then I thrust a left punch as straight as an arrow into it’s throat.

The punch is forceful enough to go all the way through it’s throat and pin it to the wall behind. In a murder frenzy I stab into it’s stomach over and over again with my right hand until its head falls limply down in death.

I pull the blades out of it’s throat and the body falls onto the floor. At first it appears as if the body is dissolving in black mist. Then I realize the planetary AI system is teleporting the body back to Sirius.

I realize this has been a survival dynamic test by the AI system. One of the last in a long long series of survival of the fittest tests to discover which race has the highest survival dynamics. I notice movement above me out the corner of my eye and look up to see some kind of metal observation platform high above near the top of the canyon wall. I focus my vision on the platform and see men in green military uniforms looking down with binoculars and camera recording equipment.

They know I see them and start to scramble around as two of the men rush to the back of the platform and quickly wheel some kind of cannon forward.

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Crunching the Super-Narrative – the Strange Case of James Casbolt, aka Michael Prince (of Lies)


by Colin Reid


“You can trust me: I kinda look like that dude from ‘Lost.’”

Combining bits of every conspiracy theory ever told into one “true story” of which you are the star? BAD IDEA.
Let me tell you a story. A really big, complicated story.
There’s this guy called James Casbolt. Originally from London but now living in San Antonio, Texas, Casbolt – who nowadays prefers to be known by his birth name, Michael Prince – is a seemingly mild-mannered, softly-spoken fellow who first emerged onto the online conspiracy scene back in 2005, when he began posting chapters of what later became his ‘autobiography’ on his now-defunct website and in a variety of other places. This text, either titled ‘Michael Casbolt MI6 Buried Alive’ or, to give it its catchier moniker, ‘Agent Buried Alive’ was a short but lurid volume which is still available online in certain corners of the internet, or as a free downloadable PDF book. In his 2006 account, Casbolt details the circumstances of his younger years spent as a mind-controlled and brainwashed agent of various sinister worldwide intelligence agencies.
The central thread of Casbolt’s claim is that he was trained and eventually used by these aforementioned agencies as a genetically, cybernetically, and psychically enhanced sleeper assassin – essentially, some real-life fusion of Wolverine and James Bond – who was tasked with taking out security threats to his masters’ enemies and killing drug dealers and terrorists while he was at it.
Although I had read Casbolt’s accounts in detail myself a good few years ago, upon revisiting ‘Agent Buried Alive’ – in light of watching a recent series of video interviews with Casbolt – I was initially surprised to realize that I had failed to notice this was the same guy who had come out with the same dense, multilayered conspiracy narrative I had read about several years before. For me, the original roots of these narratives had blurred in my remembering of them to form part of a vast, over-arcing super-narrative the ufological world seems to have gotten itself into of late.
And it seems this blurring of narratives isn’t just going on in the my head as a follower of these stories. It seems the oracles have gotten their facts mixed up in the fiction too. Before you judge me for making what sounds like a potentially brain-bending story even more brain-bending than it needs to be… well, ultimately we have James Casbolt to blame for that. As you’ll come to understand, fact-checking any element of the Casbolt/Prince accounts – or indeed keeping track of his distinctly loopy timeline – is a tricky and slippery business to pursue.
But then: let’s skip straight to the facts of this tricky and slippery business. James Casbolt has been conducting this series of extensive video interviews with Miles Johnston who is a UK-based investigator into a variety of fringe topics and one of the founders of the organization AMMACH (an acronym for ‘Anomalous Mind Management and Contactee Helpline’). One of Casbolt’s most remarkable claims sees him casually confessing on camera that, while he was under the control of his personality-altering mental programming, he believes he killed roughly 200 people. If we can set aside the deeply problematic issue of this man calmly admitting to murder for a second… we’ll discover that his Bondian hijinks are only the tip of the iceberg.
Because of his all-important familial and racial lineage, Casbolt was selected prior to his birth to become part of the semi-mythical ‘Project Mannequin’ under the directions of factions of MI6 and the CIA. This project, supposedly run by the NSA, is to quote Casbolt, a “mind control and genetic manipulation program,” which is centered around the AL/499 facility, an alleged secret underground base located somewhere roughly beneath the village of Peasemore in Berkshire, England. According to Casbolt (and some other corroborating accounts which we’ll come to in due course) the Peasemore base is a dark haven of MK-ULTRA brainwashing where “programmable generated life forms” – essentially, the Greys – are created in genetic labs. This base is also where abducted children and adults are tortured, programmed, conditioned, and killed.
Essentially then, Peasemore base is the British equivalent of the notorious Dulce base in New Mexico – and shares many of the same horror show accounts of child sacrifice, alien experiments, and attendant Reptilian overlords. That is… if we are to believe these accounts, or indeed, if we are to believe that such bases even exist.
And here begins the epic crossover. Casbolt’s accounts of occult Nazi-derived, CIA-patented mind-control programs specifically echo the accounts of Fritz Springmeier, Arizona Wilder and Cathy O’Brien among others. Stories of fringe figures who have alleged dark deeds done to them by Illuminati agents in order to slowly bring about the evil agenda of the New World Order.
This isn’t just a story about an underground base, though. The dizzying width and breadth of Casbolt’s first written account takes in references to all of the following: the Illuminati and childhood sexual abuse; teenage drug trafficking; the Kabbala, occult freemasonry, and the Nephilim; hypnotic triggers, mind-wipes and his ability to see radio waves; getting buried in a coffin filled with snakes as an 8-year old, later teenage violence, juvenile delinquency and his time in a young offenders’ institution… all of this leading up to Casbolt carrying out his first assassination, at a mere 16 years of age.
But beyond this confounding grab bag of paranoiac scenarios, what immediately becomes suspicious about Casbolt’s account? Possibly it’s the fact that his story has changed and mutated from that of an account told by an innocent brainwashed victim of these nefarious mind control programs, as laid out in his 2006 book (which he concludes by speaking of his benevolent relationship with the ‘good’ Pleadian aliens), to that of an elistist controller of information and a disseminator of confused but clearly racist propaganda, where Casbolt shows his true colors by repeatedly using a number of public forums to blame “The Jew” and all nonwhite people for most of humanity’s ills.
Miles Johnston, Casbolt’s interviewer during the so-called ‘Bases’ videos – who presents his interviewees’ often shockingly dark and/or insane-sounding tales not as pure fact but more as fragmented pieces of a wider puzzle – has suggested in at least one other online presentation that he believes Casbolt may have plagiarized his tales of the Peasemore base directly from Johnston’s own first Bases interview, originally recorded way back in 1995 and re-released online in 2010. In the first Bases interview, Barry King – who claims to have worked as a security officer at the base for several years during the 70s and early 80s – recounts information almost identical to Casbolt’s initial testimony. King and Casbolt both seem to concur that Peasemore – and similar other installations – are controlled by a hidden Nazi presence.
National Socialism figures heavily into and forms one of the central threads of Casbolt’s endlessly baffling saga. And a saga it is – going all the way back to King David, Norse Gods, and Jesus.
Already I can sense you prickling with suspicion and intrigue at all this thrilling and disturbing information. I’m sure you’re thinking, Hang on… What do you mean… and similar frantic, unfinished questions… Well, hang on a little longer – the rabbit hole has hardly even been fully dived down yet. Plus we haven’t even got to the bit where Casbolt fights giant spiders on one of Saturn’s moons. Or the part with the time-travelling cyborg Nazi Reptilians. Or the werewolves. Believe me, it gets very complicated.
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Casbolt’s first video interview was recorded on the fly at a UFO conference held at a college in Truro, Cornwall in 2005. In the interview – which appears to have been largely unplanned and is recorded in a hallway with some amount of background chatter going on nearby – Casbolt further elaborates on his accounts – calmly explaining the grim bleakness of his dark life in a measured and fairly emotionless tone. Here, we might observe Casbolt’s demeanor a little, as it will turn out to contain several clues. He wears a Star of David around his neck. With one hand he incessantly clutches a bottle of water; with the other, he gestures as he speaks – seemingly performing subliminal Nazi salutes. Miles Johnston made this observation with regards to the salutes elsewhere online – and unbelievably, both of these seemingly random and perhaps preposterous elements do factor into the wider story.
That reminds me: before we non sequitur our way to the diamond spiders from Saturn (David Bowie would be proud), here’s a potentially interesting linguistic thread to derail the saga….
Upon slogging through the hellish punishment of this and later video interviews with Casbolt, I began to notice that he makes repeated use of a particular lexical filler. Put simply, this is a word, sound, or generic phrase most of us will use in conversation as a mechanically-rattled-off placeholder, which unconsciously slips out when we’re temporarily lost for words. We frequently use such an expression as an emphatic utterance to reemphasize our point of view. It is spat out to try and keep the audience hooked onto our voice so those we are communicating with don’t lose connection to our communication, as we battle like animals to re-stake our claim to agency onto the world.
The word Casbolt frequently repeats is ‘Basically.’
So, indeed, you might feel inclined to inquire at this point… ‘basically…’ what’s so significant about that generally meaningless spoken word used here by Casbolt? What on Earth could the word ‘BASE-ically’ have to do with secret underground… BASEs?
Okay. So Casbolt repeats the word ‘base’ all the time. Even when he’s not actually talking about bases… in a series of video interviews called… Bases.
But, now. That’s really not that interesting, right? Surely we’re clutching at straws here, by hinting at some NLP-style subliminal programming? Am I just guilty of noticing some accidental pareidolia here? The recognition of seeming patterns and hitherto-unexplored possible connections between things that might not actually exist? Is this synchronicity, or mere pattern recognition? More on this in a moment.

“It’s not mental illness if they believe it.”

Stepping sideways for a moment away from Casbolt and his self-reflecting meta-saga – which has barely got going at this point yet has far-reaching consequences – let’s take a look at another interviewee of the Bases series of videos who first appeared online at the beginning of 2012. Sarah Stanga is a youngish British citizen who, like Casbolt, makes wild claims of being taken to secret underground bases at various locations around the world as a child and tortured as part of Illuminati mind-control programs to create potential super soldiers. Her accounts also bring in a heavy dose of Satanic and ritual black magic, as well as the use of ancient alien stargates to summon dark, demonic beings into this human realm.
Retelling both Stanga’s and Casbolt’s accounts at length – as well as attempting to take into account all of the other base visitors who have gone on record in recent years – would take all year and far too much of your no-doubt valuable time. Suffice it to say that both of their accounts – and those of several other AMMACH interviewees, not all of whom are based in the UK – cross over and share a notable number of synchronous details.
In her AMMACH interview Bases 10 – The Sarah Stanga Blogs, Stanga tells her extraordinary story of how her life was all-but destroyed by gangstalking and gaslighting – these being specific terms for organized stalking and coordinated harassment – carried out by Illuminati witches, negative astral entities, Draco reptilians, and a seemingly endless parade of elements related to alien interference, Monarch mind control and Satanic ritual abuse. Watching Stanga’s interview and any portion of her blogs, one can’t help but be struck by a number of things. Firstly – and by her own admission – Stanga clearly has certain mental health issues and has in the past had issues with drug and alcohol abuse. Indeed, unlike the reserved yet coolly confident Casbolt. everything about Stanga’s mannerisms, speech patterns, and body language scream out the pain of someone who is still desperately mentally unwell – or at the very least, still deeply troubled by a number of psychological problems. As Stanga records her thoughts in the blogs, she frequently mentions or alludes to unseen entities around her in the room, which we are told are attempting to psychically attack her.
Oh – and the other tellingly weird thing about Stanga, which brings us back around to Casbolt, who she name-checks as a victim of the same clandestine military programs she suffered under?
Drumroll please…
She says ‘basically.’ A hell of a lot.
So much so that, after a fashion, it starts to sound like a sort of Tourette’s on her part. And yes – she does talk about bases. But not as much as she repeats that word. Basically.
So what’s my ‘basic’ point here? Are these ‘baseless’ allegations? Watching a number of the interviews carried out by the AMMACH folks in the last few years (and yes, there is a great number of them, done at great length – but don’t worry, dear reader, I watched them so you don’t have to…) several things become apparent which I feel I should draw attention to.
More than a few of the interviewees constantly repeat the word ‘basically’ (though none with as much frequency as Stanga). This may mean absolutely nothing, but I find it strangely suggestive of some weird trickster element sneaking into the mix: the playful messing of some buried intelligence, attempting to rise to the surface to pass comment on the bleak supernatural weirdnesses these troubled characters allude to.
Disregard these ‘baseless’ observations for a moment. Let’s vector in on the personally subjective psychology of these individuals. And for the time being, I’m going to go absolutely crazy and extend this once-in-a-lifetime offer to ALL UFO/alien/spirit/channeled intelligence contactees and experiencers. That’s it… dontcha feel special right now? I’ve singled you all out!
IF we assume SOME of these people are not ALL completely crazy (an issue I’ll touch on properly in a second) then what does this odd subliminal affirmation of the ‘basic’ ‘existence’ of bases mean? Have some of these individuals truly been through psyops-related experiments into perception management? Is this why they appear – to those who choose to notice anyway – to have been seemingly conditioned to constantly reaffirm their personal truth to themselves and others… ‘Basically?’ Might Casbolt and Stanga be confused, troubled individuals who have genuinely seen strange goings-on in relation to classified military experiments, but have then had their memories altered, causing them to recount partially or entirely untrue fairy tales, built out of the fantastically assembled fragments of culturally available scripts?
Here, we can easily flash back to any number of classic contact cases to examine the context of those who have possibly been compromised by the powers-that-be….
See: Whitley Strieber – with his history of military connections… his professional life as a horror fantasist; and then, his communion with the alien unknown.
See, also: Barney and Betty Hill. As with Casbolt, there is a buried secret military Nazi-psyops undercurrent to their seemingly random, yet weirdly famous encounter.
See, also: The Rendle-SHAM Forest incident of December 1980. (nb. – accidental capitalization may be intentional.) Observe. Time-travel? Psyops? MIB interrogation? Creepy US government goings-on on foreign soil? Check, check and check again.
But these are just some ‘Devil’s Advocate’ examples. I’ve designed them to support a vague and largely implacable consistency in contact accounts – that of unforgivable interference in the ‘pure’ ‘alien’ encounter by government agencies – these agencies being agencies unknown and not fully understood by the good ordinary peoples of the world.
Let’s swing back to that guy Casbolt for a second….
Here’s a further theory as we continue to plummet into the rabbit hole. This might seem evident when taking into account Casbolt’s strangely calm and subdued manner when recounting such disturbing and plain bizarre tales. Might he, in actuality, be a hired gun of some implacable higher intelligence agency? An actor of sorts, tasked with disseminating targeted disinformation, designed to discredit or smear those investigating parties who attempt to report or retell his accounts?
Some of the individuals involved might very possibly be schizotypal or suffering from other medically diagnosable personality or mood disorders. So many of Sarah Stanga’s symptoms, for example her hearing voices taunting her and seeing menacing, dark shadow figures all around – along with her perceiving everyone as watching her, or literally, ‘ganging up’ to plot against her – certainly suggest mild to high levels of mania coupled with a degree of delusional or paranoid thinking – maybe even a drug-induced psychotic break.
Of course one of the oldest skeptical arguments against extreme claims of alien and/or government conspiracy is the simple summing-up that anyone making such claims is automatically a confused, psychotic nut job… and should of course be immediately discounted.
But then in attempting to counter the skeptical argument – which I‘d suggest isn’t entirely warranted in looking at some of these ‘paranoid’ cases – I feel it might be pertinent to consider the words of that other troubled fellow, Kurt Cobain, who once so sagely snarled, “Just because you’re paranoid don’t mean they’re not after you.”
We all know governments lie and make shit up. Was MK-ULTRA a real thing? Was there a Project Paperclip? Are there secret underground military installations the public knows very little about the exact location and purpose of, the world over? Have individuals who are seemingly perfectly sane in every other way had encounters with apparently nonhuman entities and suffered confused mental states and altered perceptions as a consequence of such perceived encounters?
I’ll assume we concur in the answer to all of the questions posed above. But before you run away screaming, trying to escape the encroaching associated madness before it consumes you… no: I’m not about to conclude that just because all this corresponding talk of alien lairs and satanic shenanigans seems to add up and hang together as a coherent narrative, then that makes it all true. Personally, I find both Casbolt and Stanga’s accounts highly suspect for a number of reasons.
What this in fact does lead up is the key problem of this developing super-narrative: a huge, ever-pulsating and semi-fictionalized amalgamation of nigh-on every conspiracy theory known to humankind (and beyond) that nowadays works like a gigantic snowball rolling down a very big hill, picking up all the little pieces of worrisome weirdness that fall into its inexorable path. This is the super-narrative that has been emerging in these accounts of Casbolt, Stanga and so many UFO conspiracy ‘whistleblowers’ who have emerged in recent years.

To the best of my knowledge – and in the gap of 5-or-so years between his first two interviews with Miles Johnston – James Casbolt, who at some point along the way had started to do some more radio interviews and was becoming known by his other name Michael Prince, became ‘discredited’ in certain online conspiracy circles. Given that he had never provided any genuine concrete proof or evidence of anything in the first place, one can only wonder exactly how such a thing could happen.

Back in early 2007 (I am basing my dates here according to comments on an old Above Top Secretforum discussing this matter) Casbolt posted a number of images on his now-defunct website, which he offered as evidence of his claims with regards to alien contact and cover-ups. Some of these images started to circulate around the usual fringe ends of the internet. I don’t personally recall seeing all of these images, but according to Miles Johnston and other online commenters (who are often the anonymous experts on these occasions), most of them were very quickly debunked as either pre-existing UFO pics – some of these, I believe being from the super-credible Meier/Adamski canon – or screen grabs from episodes of The X-Files and other sci-fi shows. According to a commenter on the ATS forum, Casbolt’s supposedly real photos of the interior of Dulce Base – which had apparently been passed on to him by high-up secret government sources – were swiftly identified as being from a perfectly innocuous underground subway in Stockholm, Sweden. Casbolt had either been very gullible in trusting his sources – as he later claims in the video interviews – or extremely disingenuous in posting the pictures in the first instance.

“First The Project For The New American Century gets out and now this.”

Another image attributed to Casbolt – of an allegedly Annunaki being named ‘Lord Enlil’ – was soon identified as being a slightly altered image of Zbigniew Brzezinski, the former United States National Security Advisor to Jimmy Carter. What was so terrifyingly alien about the image? Brzezinski’s eyes had been digitally slanted and shrunk down, to make them look weird and creepy. One has to wonder how this image fooled the keen assassin’s eye of Casbolt himself.
A far more interesting – though similarly debunked – image shows a profile shot of a peculiarly-hued woman who has either green or bright white skin color depending on the image you happen to have stumbled across. For some reason (no, I know the reason – it’s a reason called ‘the internet’) the image seems frequently to be tagged as being that of an Annunaki-reptilian hybrid – despite the text box attached to the image describing the species as a ‘Nordic’ or ‘Tall White’ – in other words, the typical humanoid-looking and vaguely Scandinavian-in-appearance contactee-loving space people of yore. Looking beyond the flattened catlike nose, Hitler hairdo and eerily menacing glare of this alien woman, one is struck by a strange impression: she looks like one of those blank-eyed, bony-featured supermodels you can see images of online, wearing peculiar outfits seemingly not designed for humans. Indeed, an ATS forum on this image quickly ID’d this extraterrestrial visitor as a likely Photoshopping of a Polish model named Anja Rubik. There’s every possibility a great many catwalk models are actually Nordic Tall Whites… but I suspect that’s a heated discussion to be left for another day.

When super models go vegan.

Both of these images came with textual references to an organization going by the acronym SAALM. This, we are led to believe, stands for ‘Supreme Annunaki Alliance of Lord Marduk.’ despite some nonsensical detail about it online – which Casbolt was also unsurprisingly associated with – needless to say, no such organization exists. (Unless it actually does. In which case, I will obviously wind up looking like a right proper fool one day.)
So. At some point after his general debunking at the cynical hands of the internet – or at least in the eyes of anyone who was paying his story any cursory attention – Casbolt appeared to disappear from the conspiracy sphere of the online world. As someone who had found his wild tales mildly diverting, I assumed he was done with whatever wool he was pulling and had retired from his parapolitical prankery for good.
But then, in 2011, Casbolt made his return. His story remained largely intact, but had now taken on a number of new dimensions. Let’s look at some more aspects of how this epic has developed, as laid out by Casbolt in his Bases 9 interview – which was released in mid-2011 – and the far lengthier and more in-depth Bases 23, conducted between England and America via Skype, which hit the intrawebs a few weeks ago. The 2011 interview sees some of Casbolt’s more racially-fixated ideas begin to leak out which would be fully laid out in the recent session: as he refers to ‘The Odinist Fellowship,’ whose plan for the human race is to perpetuate endless warfare via Nazi brainwashing and assassination. More on this in a moment. But first, another brain-boggling claim from the Casbolt interviews….

It’s Lawrence of Arabia–I mean Supriem Rockefeller.

Apparently, there’s another guy out there who looks exactly like James Casbolt. Or, more precisely, someone who is an actual clone of him. This Casbolt doppelganger is Supriem Rockefeller – the alleged son of banker David Rockefeller. A man who, like Casbolt, has supposedly made some elaborate claims about being the antichrist who is set to soon usher in the End Times. Some cursory internet investigation suggests that this younger Rockefeller-cum-Lucifer Casbolt refers to is not related to that well-known family in any way and is actually a conman and smalltime crook from Louisiana called Kris Raynes. A number of photographs online that are purportedly of ‘Supriem’ appear to show one of either two things: that Raynes/Rockefeller bears a quite uncanny resemblance to Casbolt/Prince – or that these pictures of Raynes/Rockefeller are simply staged photos of Casbolt/Prince purporting to be Supriem – a further two aliases for Casbolt to add to his list.
Is one a creation of the other? And if so, which of these four identities is real, and which are fake? Believe it or not, two book-length texts exist online about this Supriem character alone – neither of which appear to make any reference to his resemblance to Casbolt or their corresponding talk of occult bloodlines and antichrist claims. This whole twist in Casbolt’s tale seems designed to create further cognitive dissonance – and throw up more unanswerable questions in the mind of anyone (such as myself) foolish enough to attempt to delve into it.
I really can‘t go into everything that’s in these videos. You could always watch them yourself. Bases 23 itself comprises four parts, and is nearly four hours in length. Watching the most recent 4-hour session, it appears Casbolt’s relocation to the United States and time in the army has brought about some changes for him. Once slight in figure, he has bulked up considerably and now has the look of a bodybuilder, or nightclub bouncer. He also has a frequent and pronounced smirk as he speaks, which marks a noticeable change from his previous interviews, where he was almost completely emotionless in his delivery.
Six minutes into this interview you find out he’s actually the chosen vessel for Lucifer. Or at least, some people think he is, if they’re not thinking it’s Supriem Rockefeller. Jesus, Lucifer, and Thor are all one and the same person – the Illuminati messiah – and Casbolt is one of the elite 42 individuals selected by the evil powers-that-be to become the antichrist spoken of in ancient religious texts.
Fourth Reich Nazis are attacking the ‘racial melting pot’ of the United States, and there is a forthcoming nuclear strike planned for the American Midwest. Casbolt has chased an alien wolf in Malaysia, rogue werewolves in South America and hunted an ‘octoform’ in England. He has an ET-tech gun which he calls ’Drago’ and uses this to assassinate cyborgs. It fires bullets which ‘are blessed by something to do with the Vatican.’
While training with the US Army (of which he claims to have been a member throughout 2012, although there appears to be no actual evidence of this) he used the Spear of Destiny to levitate. He also clarifies that the Forth Reich are ancient Reptilian cyborgs with cloned human skin. Oh – and there are several time-traveling cyborg clones of him. And he has a photograph taken recently of his military buddies standing with a man who might be Albert Einstein. There’s psychics opening jump gates to travel through time and space. He has cybernetic enhancements which relate to his Odinist bloodline, which are made out of a cold fusion alloy mined on Iapetus, one of Saturn’s moons. Casbolt was sent there to find this alloy, which is where he came into direct conflict with giant diamond spiders, which are what you might expect them to be from that description. Cybernetic reptilian limbs are sent through time by Knights Templar in 1812, to be grafted onto human super soldiers in either the present day, or the future of 2212. All of this adds up to the overall Nazi plot to depopulate the Earth, ship all the non-Aryan people off-world to some other place, and create a paradise planet where everyone walks around naked having orgies all the time. Yep, that’s actually what’s going to happen. Hitler surely would have approved. Oh – but then, he will probably drop by to see this glorious new Reich for himself once it‘s been fully implemented. Seeing as how he’s still alive and living somewhere near Aldebaran in the Taurus constellation. (That is probably one of the least mad factoids Casbolt comes out with.)
Casbolt’s bloodline is massively important to this whole saga. He explains that he can trace his ancestry back to the Spartans, the earliest Freemasons, the tribes of Dan, the Merovingians and Atlantis. The Illuminati, as Casbolt delineates it, is comprised of two warring bloodlines: the Jewish Zionists descended from King David and Jesus, and the Fourth Reich Aryans who are white Aryans descended from Odin.
As to what side of the fence he’s on with regards to the two sides of ‘the war’… well, that seems a mite tricky to pin down. In his first interview from 2006, he alludes to Jewish ancestry and wears the Star of David. Only now, explicitly discussing the agenda of the Fourth Reich Aryan Odinist Nazis (to give them their full title) Casbolt seems now to be aligned with whoever these modern far-right occultists are. Here’s a brief quote from him – or, at least, someone alleging to be him – from his participation on a forum discussing his claims on David Icke’s website: ”But the Jew always thrives off the back of another person’s work like a parasite.”
Yup. This poster professing to be Casbolt was recently suspended from the forum due to his persistent and offensive racist diatribes. I guess you know you’re making a mark on the conspiracy scene if even David Icke’s people think you’re a bit extreme.
Casbolt goes on to better explain the Jewish Zionist agenda on film – and I quote him now, from Bases 23, part one: ”The Jew wanted to give the Black in America prestige, like in the areas of sports and entertainment and that was purposefully socially engineered so the Black could get prestige and interbreed with White women and the plan was to submerge White blood by mixing the races.”
He then goes on to refer to ‘Vril power in the blood’ and claims the Jewish plot to bring about apocalyptic race war is laid out in the protocols of the elders of Zion – not stopping for a second to acknowledge the fact that this notorious anti-Semitic document was proven to be a racist hoax which was picked up on and used as propaganda by the Nazi party during World War II.
A lot of Casbolt’s ideas at this point seem to be very heavily derived from the writings of Helena Blavatsky, particularly with regards to her ideas about ‘root races.’ A word of warning – theosophy is probably not the best place to go if you want to learn about racial politics.
A month or so ago, I was alerted to the fact that Casbolt had an account on Facebook. Taking a look at his wall and postings, there didn’t seem to be anything unusual to note – there was very little reference made to his video claims and most of the posting seemed more to do with his recently completed tour of duty in the US army. Checking back a few days later though, I noticed post after post presumably written by Casbolt himself (or, perhaps, one of his mind-controlled ‘alter’ personalities) containing screeds of absolutely blatant, inflammatory, extremist-Neo-Nazi-type commentary. For all Casbolt usually seems to remain more or less impartial with regards to his take on ‘the race issue,’ there was little ambiguity to be worked through in these Facebook comments. Perhaps fortuitously to my cause – and as I was already compiling notes for this article – I cropped some of his declarations for posterity. According to these statements on his Facebook wall, any person who wasn’t White should bow down and serve him. Women were inferior to men and should only exist ‘to pleasure their husbands in the bedroom.’ He also went on to call all Black people ‘jungle bunnies’ and ‘a genetic accident due to interbreeding with monkeys.’
A few days after these postings, Casbolt’s Facebook account had been shut down. I have no knowledge of why.
The issue of culturally available scripts needs to be addressed again. Casbolt’s whole story reads like a cobbled-together collage of any number of fictional sci-fi narratives. If some talented writers were to reassemble the super soldier material and the drama of the Illuminati bloodline war, then they’d be on to a smash hit in whatever medium the narrative was disseminated. But then – isn’t that exactly what’s happening here?
Given his professed Norse heritage, mightn’t Loki the trickster-god perhaps be working through Casbolt, helping to accelerate the novelty? Are we witnessing the birthing of a new mythology here? One that will swallow up occult Nazism, global lizard takeover, grey alien abduction and every other twist and turn of conspiracy lore?
Or has Casbolt been fed contradicting timelines and philosophies, with no one taking the time to explain to him that they when crashed together, these narratives wouldn’t all pan out and gel coherently together, like real stuff in real life? Is he a patsy, now compromised by the conspiracy, another Bill Cooper, Paul Bennewitz, or Bob Lazar figure? Are anonymous parties taking advantage of Casbolt’s possible mental illness, and providing him with ‘exclusive’ information that props up, justifies, and reinforces his warped worldview? Maybe he was loony before he started releasing his ‘life story’ – but now he’s even loonier in a different fashion.
Casbolt appears now to draw every little snippet of his script from UFO and alien conspiracy hyperbole, far-right extremist rhetoric, religious, mystical and occult lore, pop culture undercurrents and multifarious fringe ideologies all stemming from the last few hundred years of human history and just ties it all up… and puts a big bow on top.
So. Where’s the root truth? Maybe some of what Casbolt, Stanga, and others say is true, I hear you wonder. But how can we separate fact from fiction, truth from lies? I think that’s the key problem. You can’t. There’s simply too much of this to parse. Any actual potential nuggets of truth get lost in the layers of mental illness, thinly-veiled bigotry, made-up stuff and sucked-up cultural disinfo.
Indeed, the immense epic Casbolt presents sees him suggesting at one point in the most recent interview that the Marvel superhero movies of the last few years were in fact based on the government programs that were designed years before to turn him into a cyborg super spy. Alas, Casbolt may perhaps be genuinely unaware of the fact that the super-powered likes of the X-Men and their ilk have been around in comics since the 60’s. Similarly, when Miles Johnston raises the perhaps obvious synchronicity of the number 42 figuring in the elite’s plans being a number that is used for great comic effect in Douglas Adams’s Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy – Casbolt claims to have never heard of the joke that ‘42’ is the answer to life, the universe and everything. Which came first, the chicken or… the story about the chicken?
But – to Devil’s Advocate this up again – assuming every word is true – what can any of us do about it all? Casbolt offers no solutions to this saga of terror, other than warning that we’ve got roughly 20 years left till the full plan comes to fruition. Prince of Clowns or Prince of Lies, Prince Casbolt shrugs his way out of it, consistently using phrases like ‘I think,’ ‘I believe so,’ and ‘I believe’ (although given that there’s less discussion of bases here, he seems no longer to be so ‘basically’ minded) – as if even he’s not really sure of how all the puzzle pieces in this lumbering timeline of Draconian deeds and ubermensch Sturm un Drang fit together. We merely follow him, plunging ever further into this primal, Jungian Shadow-side of the alien phenomenon, awaiting apocalypse or worse.
You can take into account certain factors relating to the solidification of this super-narrative. It seems likely that it has in some way been squashed into a more coherent shape in recent years by the ever-advancing algorithms of the internet and the proliferation of such extensive testimony of unverified – and unverifiable – eyewitnesses to high strangeness – both credible and incredible. Eventually, the online linking and clicking of the worried and dispossessed draw the conflicting and contradictory threads and tangents of the stories closer together; until the point when they begin to knit, intersect and become almost indistinguishable from one another, like a beautiful but mad patchwork quilt threaded together from a million different types of material.
And this is where we stand now with the problem of ufology: right in the middle of a world where Nordic space sisters, baby-eating Reptiloids, time-traveling space Nazis, cyborg super soldiers, cloned Grey MILABs, 9/11, JFK and religious cover-ups are all part of the same epic, Ragnarokian, comic book End Times crossover.
We must protect ourselves from the assimilating evil of the super-narrative. It would be wise to find our own answers and try to keep them simple and true.
But if you ever find yourself battling giant spiders on one of Saturn’s moons, don’t worry. That is just a dream.
Right?

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Colin Reid is a writer with a long-held interest in paranormal, fringe and ufological topics. He does various things in the world and he might have a novel coming out this year. He will also soon be video-blogging his own actual thoughts out into the wider world of the internet. He can be contacted via Facebook where he uses his mind-controlled alter-personality name of Colin Spiderboris Reid.
(Credit is due to Project Psycube and the members of the Altered-Soldier Facebook group for invaluable research assistance and support during the writing of this article.)


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