
Note to Readers: This was originally published as a subscriber article one year ago, on the 10th anniversary of Sept. 11, 2001. We are running one article each day from the archives about the Sept. 11. incident. –efc
Dear Friend and Reader:
So here we are, at the 10-year mark of the Sept. 11 incident. Wars are still being fought, lives are being taken, there is chaos in the Middle East, and everyone who boards an airplane or makes a phone call is treated as a potential terrorist. Politicians will lay wreaths and many will take the opportunity to put a little more yeast in the brew of hatred and paranoia, but I wonder what we’ve learned. I wonder who is asking questions about what happened on Sept. 11, 2001, why it happened, and how.

I’m one of the people who doubted the official story of Sept. 11 before I even heard it. Once I started reading the explanations, I knew there were problems with everything that was being said. I anticipated that I would be involved in a long investigation, and I have been.
Some of these inquiries begin with the sensation of scaling a wall with my bare hands; that’s how it felt to approach the Sept. 11 incident. My first breakthrough came seeing the astrology for the incident. Reading that chart, I warned that the ‘secret enemy’ who had done this horrid thing would be morphing to suit political convenience, and had an oddly intimate relationship to the government.
I had my second breakthrough looking at the picture at the very top of the page, which is a Department of Defense photo of the Pentagon crime scene from Sept. 14, 2001. This came into my hands six months after the incident, in early March 2002. Maybe you saw the email titled ‘Hunt the Boeing’ published by the French website Asile.org, which passed around the link. The premise of ‘Hunt the Boeing’ was, okay, if this event at the Pentagon is an airplane crash, then where’s the airplane? Where did it strike? Where did the 100 tons of composite aluminum and titanium go? Where is the impression of the wings, and those enormous jets? What about all the fuel on a plane that was bound for the West Coast? How come that big pile of rubble isn’t a burned-out bonfire?