Since the events of September 11, 2001, the world is a different place. The invisible evil that John and I detected has become a bit more conspicuous. The New World Order is no longer just a catchy phrase but an evolving reality.

Dr. Hurtak called me to arrange for another meeting, but I declined.

Sky returned to live a more mundane life in Northampton, Massachusetts. To this day she refuses to speak with me. Her bright moment was a flicker in time. She paid a high price for her adventure but, in the end, she was right about one thing. She was used. But we were all used. Sky paid with her sanity.

The buried chamber in Yemen was located by ground penetrating radar a few weeks after we left Mareb. But now the region is under military control because of alleged Al Qaeda activity. All archaeological work has been suspended. The prophecy said that the chamber would be opened when a "friendly" nation controlled the land... so that's a long way off in the future I guess.

I heard from Jonas, Dave and they are both alive and well. Nicki's body was reburied in her hometown and I visited her grave in the summer of 2002.

I tried calling Kathy again but the number was no longer valid. I guess the NSA has bigger things to worry about these days.

In the winter of 2002 I received several e-mails from my friend in Yemen, Khalid. He had been contacted by the Yemen Minister of Antiquities and asked to see if he could arrange my return to Yemen. Several new sections of the carved stoned had been uncovered and they were anxious to have me confirm their attempted translations.

A "job" was arranged for me at the Modern American Language Institute as their director. I would receive two thousand dollars a month and live in a protected apartment in old San'a. From there it would be a day's drive to Mareb where I would have access to the archaeological site of the Queen of Sheba. A visa was obtained and I was in the process of securing my airline tickets.

It was about this time that Bush was threatening to invade Iraq and the State Department was warning Americans to vacate the entire region, including Yemen. In fact, the airline had referred my information to Homeland Security and they called to ask about my travel plans and threatened to detain me at the airport if I attempted to leave.

I'm almost sure they knew nothing about my prior activities when they called, but my desire to move to Yemen was sure to flag my passport for review and I had no doubt that my activities in Yemen would be make me a "person of interest."

About the same time, an old friend named James sent me a letter from Vietnam, where he had gone to live with his Vietnamese bride. James was a free spirited man who had traveled extensively in the oil business. On one of his vacations he had met a Vietnamese woman, fallen in love and now had a baby with her. He decided to retire in Vietnam and was encouraging me to do the same.

Vietnam was one of the remaining communist republics and had a not-so-clear extradition treaty with the US. It would be one of a handful of countries where my "person of interest" status would exempt me from a paid vacation in Guantanamo. The fear level in America was high and I felt vulnerable. I wrote him and asked him to help me move there.

I arrived in Saigon in February of 2003. I had only twenty dollars in my pocket and didn't understand a word of the language. James picked me up at the airport and took me back to his small hotel where he and his wife had a penthouse "room" on the top floor. Ironically, the top floors in Vietnam are the least desirable and therefore the most inexpensive place to stay. I secured a room next to his for only four dollars a day.

James' wife had an attractive sister, Tam. Tam spoke a little English and so helped me adjust to this new environment. She was sweet and ten years younger than me. When I learned that she had no home and no money and had been sleeping on the ground with rats, I insisted that she join me in my room. Very quickly we fell in love and after four months we were married.

I found employment as an English teacher. I taught high school students and university students and earned anough money so that Tam and I eventually moved out of the hotel and got a two room apartment, again on the top floor, in Ho Chi Minh City. I kept a low profile and hardly ever thought about HAARP or the translation work I had done a couple of years before.

After I was here for about six months I was visited by two ex-patriots who were living in neighboring Thailand. They found me with very little trouble and shared their experiences as former engineers with one of Raytheon's subsidiaries. Both worked on the satellite linkage that connects the global grid of "heaters," but their understanding of the purpose of the installations was quite different from my sinister ideas.

Rather than an offensive weapon system, both were told that they had worked on a secret defensive system related to some near future solar event which would be aggravated by a depletion in the Earth's magnetic field, and hence the ionosphere. Both speculated that this event was only a "handful" of years away.

Despite the alleged innocense of the system, both men acknowledged the irresponsible tests that had resulted in death and environmental damage to Alaska and Siberia. They voiced concern that the people in charge of the program were military personnel -- not civilian scientists -- and that the program was being taken over by more sinister elements for offensive applications.

Could the possibility of a solar catastrophe be the missing piece of the puzzle? If such a catastrophic event were on the immediate horizon would this explain the construction of an "artificial" ionosphere, underground cities, the desperate battle of evil and good and the future plans for global dominance following an event of mass extinction? I have to admit, it does.

As I thought about this possibility my mind went back to the petroglyphs in Colorado. On one rock there was a description of the "arm of God" that would be removed from "over His people." The writing in Yemen also spoke about the "aperture in the sky" that would cause terrible burning of humanity. Will the next extinction be by fire?

We spent two evenings drinking Old Saigon Ale at the famous Saigon Cafe in District One. The men seemed sincere and went into details about the capabilities of the system. HAARP, it seems, can be deflected off the ionosphere and made to hit a precise location on the earth's surface. The signal can then be made to penetrate the surface and cause the mineral molecules to vibrate. At low power, these molecular vibrations can be detected from space satellites and used to reveal the presence of oil, various minerals and even underground facilities. At higher power these same molecular vibrations can cause sub-terranian tremors and even explosions.

One of the men even suggested that experimental use of this "tomographic" potential had resulted in earthquakes in Iran. Both seemed sad and even angry that the program was being used irresponsibly.

I assured the men that I didn't want to get involved in anything political. They understood. "We're just trading stories," was how they put it. We spoke about or new lives, our wives and made unspecified plans to meet again. The men lived on the coast of Thailand, a beautiful and friendly region with lots of foreign tourists, golden sandy beaches and ideal weather. I looked forward to visiting them in a few months.

The big holiday on Vietnam is Tet. I had been planning a trip to the Mekong, in the south of Vietnam, to visit my wife's family. Tet fell on the first couple of weeks in February and the weather would be cool without too much rain. My wife was excited about this trip too.

Around January I got an e-mail from a man who called himself Jeff. Jeff said he was an Australian and had some important information to talk to me about the HAARP project. I wrote back and told him I wasn't very interested in that anymore but he said he had been given my name and e-mail address by one of the two Americans that had visited me in Saigon earlier. He suggested that I should come to Cambodia and that he would put me up in a good hotel and pay my expenses. Later, after I gave him my post address, he sent me reservations and directions to a hotel in Phnom Penh and included a new US one hundred dollar bill.

I told my wife I would go there for only one week and would return in ample time to visit her family. She was quite understanding and even helped me pack a small bag for the trip.

The bus ride was long and bumpy and included a ferry trip across a river. Phnom Penh was a bustling city full of Buddhist artifacts and temples. The people looked different from Vietnamese with darker skin and brighter, even vivid, clothing.

I took a taxi to the hotel and found that a room had been reserved for me on the fourth floor. Again, top floors are inexpensive but the room was comfortable and had a great view of the Mekong River -- yes, the same river I was to visit later in the month.

Jeff called for me just when it got dark. He knocked on my door and introduced himself. He was a tall man with short hair -- so short it made him seem bald. He looked to be about 40 and sported a loud colorful short sleeve shirt and jeans. I noticed he carried a duffel bag and he soon pulled out a six pack of beer and suggested that we have a few drinks before we went out to eat and talk about HAARP.

After the second or third bottle of beer I noticed that I felt very sleepy and that it was difficult to speak clearly. Jeff seemed amused by this and kept insisting that I "drink up." At some point I must have passed out.

"Gary! Gary!" (You must have figured out by now that Dan Eden is Gary Vey) A voice yelled at me. I opened my eyes and was looking up at a woman, dressed in white and holding defribulator paddles. A man's hand was slowly removing a large plastic tube from my throat and there was a loud high-pitched hiss that made it difficult to hear what they were saying.

I spent two days in the French Hospital in Phnom Penh. I had been discovered by the housekeeping staff at the hotel and they had rushed me to the hospital because they couldn't wake me up. At the hospital I had suffered from low blood pressure and eventually my heart had gone into some kind of arrhythmia and required electric shock to revive me. A later examination of my blood and stomach contents revealed a high dose of Klonapin.

When I got out I went to the US embassy in Phnom Penh and complained. They showed me some photographs of three men, one of whom was Jeff. After I identified him the embassy was reluctant to speak with me and only suggested that I return to Vietnam as soon as possible.

When I returned to my wife, she made me promise not to be involved in "politics" ever again. It was good advice and it seemed like something I ought to listen to. For the most part, I did as she requested.

Months later I got a phone call from one of the men in Thailand. I immediately told him that his "buddy" had poisoned me. To my surprise he denied any knowledge of the man who called himself "Jeff" but said that he had called to alert me that "They are going to use the HAARP again next week!" I told him I really wasn't interested but he insisted on telling me that friends in the "company" had passed this information to him. In the end, because I wanted to abide by my wife's suggestion, he just said, "Well, remember what I have just told you."

I didn't tell my wife about the phone call but one morning she seemed very excited and pulled me to the television. "Wow. Look. Big water!" The earthquake in Indonesia had caused a huge Tsunami that had killed thousands in Thailand and Sri Lanka. As I would later learn, my two friends living along the coast were among the victims.

"Well, remember what I have just told you."

We live in strange times. The Sun is erratic. We have witnessed 9-11, a senseless war and the puzzling re-election of its instigator by the masses, an ex-Nazi being elected as Pope and his very church withholding sacraments from members in a patently un-Christ-like act because they voiced dissent against its strict policies. Unemployment and poverty reign (as I well know) while oil companies list increased profits of as much as 500 percent. It's all surreal. Is it evil struggling to take control? Anything is possible.

In early 2007 the US Army announced that it was placing the petroglyphs in LaJunta, Colorado "off limits." (See National Geographic, May 2007) The cover story is that the troops need an area to train for a future war with China and the proposed war-game camp will be used with live amunition and munitions and subjected to real battle conditions. This will certainly and forever destroy the historic writing. I'm glad we photographed and video taped the area on our last expedition. But is there more to this story?

The translations of this nique area called it a "safe zone" where people would be able to find refuge from some future solar event. It's possible that the government has validated these ancient writings and realizes the value of this strategic location. It certainly is another example of the advances made by wat can only be described as "evil," the Sons of Darkness.

What can we do? You decide.

The rest of the story is up to you. Ask good questions and get some answers. But above all, be careful. In the words of Colin Norris, "Keep your eyes open."