the saltbox

here's the link to the moreau tape. don't know how long it'll stay up before they find it. save what you can. https://www.youtube.com/shorts/wfk06NCIhtA

i haven't moved. dr. alaine moreau. that name has been burned into the backs of my eyes for four days now. after the last post i went straight to searching. not in the footlocker this time but online. i routed through so many public library proxies i could barely load a webpage. but then i found her. or at least who she used to be. post-war france called her a prodigy in psychiatry. her 1950s papers are fucked up. she didn't want to heal trauma at all. she was obsessed with it. she wrote about "collective psychic events" and the theoretical possibility of a "harmonized consciousness," arguing that a group of traumatized minds, if properly "attuned," could create a perceptual field greater than the sum of its parts. her work wasn't just theoretical. her name was scrawled in the footnotes of a project gabriel file i had overlooked. it was about an experiment at the fernald school in massachusetts. the public story, the one you can look up, is tha...

it's been 3 days since the last post. i haven't really slept, just micro naps in the car, parked in various locations and never for more than a night or two. lamb's microfilm index is stuck in my head. a grid of numbers and letters, each one tied to a child. i started cross-referencing the french test identifiers with lamb's list. most are dead ends. but one of them wasn't. the name on the list was subject 09-f. the coordinates didn't point to the pacific this time, they pointed to creuse, france. date range of 1968. then i found the corresponding file in my grandfather's european liaison folio. it was a phoenix transfer manifest, co-signed by claude and a functionary from the c.e.p. the manifest detailed the "asset relocation" of a seven-year-old girl from a village near mururoa atoll in 1968, following the hygienic detonation of a device codenamed Canopus. the public records show france conducted a series of atmospheric tests at mururoa from 1966...

i pulled a thin folio from the footlocker today labeled “liaison intelligence - europe.” i assumed it was just diplomatic cables. but it’s actually a stack of translated memos from the c.e.p. (centre d’expérimentation du pacifique) -- the french nuclear testing authority from the late 1960s. the public story is that france was building its nuclear deterrent at mururao atoll. the memos don't corroborate that. they're field reports and medical annexes that tie the c.e.p. directly into phoenix operations. the author of several of them is phoenix director claude veyreir. one memo describes a hygienic detonation. not a test but a targeted strike a manifestation that had blossomed over the atoll. it's the same pattern as wigwag, using nuclear weapons to try and collapse whatever the ants are. the medical annexes are much worse. they're a mirror project gabriels language, almost line for line. "brûlures du cinquième degré," “chéloïdes atypiques," and repeated re...

i'm back. i had to go away for a little bit after the last post. i thought going offline would make me safe. but of course i was wrong. some of you saw in my last post that i've been receiving physical mail from a source that calls itself lamb. while i was gone, however, they escalated. they're not just using my grandfather's dead drop anymore. they somehow got into my blogger account. they created a new, fake blog. the only post was a poem and some kind of command. i deleted it immediately. i know i should have taken a screenshot, but i panicked. but the contents of the blog was the poem "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep." it has to be a message. they're confirming what i've suspected all along. the victims of sef, the ones who were erased. they aren't dead. they're just. somewhere else. transformed in a way. and then the command: find the gabriel children. this connects to the last package they sent me. the list of unclaimed child victims fr...

a few of you may have seen my earlier posts about project archer and project gabriel, the cold war programs my grandfather (us navy radio operator rmc1 joseph daniel mercer) was involved in. i've been working through all the files and tapes for the past few weeks, and it's becoming clear this wasn't an american program. i said in my previous post last night that i wasn't going to post again until i had a full story and until i had a name. well, here is everything i managed to compile together. the soviet connection --- kyshtym and chelyabinsk-70 one phoenix brief completely recontextualizes the 1957 kyshtym disaster. officially, it was a chemical explosion. but this document calls it a "catastrophic containment breach of asset 2-n." (which is the soviets' demon core). according to the file, it had created a permanent deaf zone and left survivors with profound psychological and perceptual damage. afterward, research at chelyabinsk-70 focused on what they ca...

i can’t get the words out of my head. “transferred for processing.” that's a factory term. a term used for cattle. they’re not just making people disappear; they’re refining them. turning them into something. i don't even want to think about what. after my last post, i went back through everything again. not just the files, but the tapes too. i re-listened to the slotin recording, the one about the three demon cores. and this time something hit me. he said the soviets took one. we kept one. and the third, the one the navy pulled from the pacific "still warm," and its fate unknown. i had just assumed it was a loose end. something meant to gnaw at me, to keep me up at night forever unsolved. but it’s not. i found a PHOENIX memo from 1957, buried in a folder full of atmospheric radiation charts. it's a budget request. plain language and very boring. but halfway down it references a new “joint research initiative” with a “private european partner.” the purpose: to stu...

the files just don't make sense. the shepherd program is the quarantine program under ARCHER and PHOENIX to house the victims and their families of prior and ongoing experiments conducted under both those and project GABRIEL. i thought maybe, in some twisted, fucked up way, it was a sort of protection. but i was wrong. i was naive. it wasn't a simple "house and monitor" situation. i saw that with eleanor, how they used her grief as a sick, sixty-year experiment. but the full reality is way worse. i've been going through the PHOENIX directives for the shepherd program. i found a recurring designation: "kc node." i thought it was a place. kansas city, maybe. it's not. "kc node" stands for "keystone conduit." according to this directive, each saltbox town, each quarantine zone, has a single, designated "keystone conduit." it's one of the shepherds, a survivor who, like eleanor, shows an anomalous resistance to the sef c...

okay, i'll try to explain it as simply as i can. the ants were real, but they weren't like alien ships. they were a type of phenomenon. the us and the soviets both encountered them during the nuclear tests. the cold war was a cover. they weren't fighting each other; they were in a secret arms race to contain and weaponize these things. the nukes weren't just for deterrence, they were tools to "burn out" the ant manifestations. project archer was the navy's side of the operation, to track the anomalies at sea and keep them away from the coasts. my grandfather was a part of that. project gabriel was the next, more inhumane step. instead of just tracking the phenomenon, they started experimenting on people who were accidentally exposed. alvin graves. the "gabriel children." russell alden. they were all test subjects. eleanor alden was russell's widow. she is living proof that it was a deliberate, long-term experiment. she's been listening to...

i don’t have much time. a few hours ago, i was hit with a 7-day ban from "r/ conspiracy" for sharing the evidence i’ve found. entire posts are being purged now, not just comments. i’m almost certain my account is next. the dg is winning. before they erase everything, i need to get the permanent archive out there. someone recommended this to me. and i felt it needed to be done. so this doesn't get buried like they bury everything else for anyone new: my name is mike mercer. my grandfather was a navy radio operator in a secret cold war program called project archer. their mission wasn’t the soviets. they were hunting something else. a phenomenon they called ANTs. i inherited his files, and every time i try to share them, i get silenced. i get followed. my posts deleted. i built a backup. a permanent archive. they can ban me from reddit, but they can’t touch this. they called the secret quarantine towns for the victims “saltboxes.” prefabricated houses for their science expe...

they finally did it. the posts are being erased. not just comments this time . whole posts, gone. they said it was a “rule violation.” that’s what the message said. but i know better. the dg doesn’t need to silence the truth everywhere. just enough to make people doubt me. doubt what you saw. doubt the truth. if you go looking for what i shared before, you might not find it anymore. whole weeks of work just gone. this will probably be buried here too. but it will be here. for a little while at least . the erasure isn’t just happening in the files. it’s happening right here, in real time. i won’t let it keep happening. i’m setting up something new, just like one of you told me to. a place where their purges can’t reach. once it’s ready, you’ll know.

  okay, here's the link. i don't know how long it'll stay up before the dg finds it:  https://youtu.be/k6lptqXQyPk

i know i just posted a few hours ago. i'm sorry. i can't stay quiet. i can't sit on this. my hands are still shaking. i'm in a motel room somewhere in nebraska.  i've been trying to digitize the reel-to-reel tape eleanor gave me. the one she calls "the static on the line." but something is with it. i've tried to get a direct and clean transfer to my laptop, but it's not working. the file keeps corrupting when i go to save it. the audio is full of a weird digital noise that wasn't on the orginal tape. the dg. i think it's trying to censor the recording itself. so i did the only thing i could think of. i recorded it the old fashioned way. i just played the reel-to-reel tape on the machine and recorded the sound coming out of the speakers with my own digital audio recorder. it's not a clean copy whatsoever. you can hear the room, mybreathing all of it. but it's the only way i could capture it without the interference. this is it. my re...

  it's been a few days. after the library, i had to go completely dark. i drove for two days straight. a relocation order from a GABRIEL front company, dated 1956, led me here. a small town in nebraska, the kind you'd miss if you blinked on the highway. it led me to her. eleanor alden. she's the widow of russell alden, the sailor who is a perfect, empty space in my grandfather's division photo. she's in her nineties, living in the same small, blue house they moved her to after they told her her husband was "lost at sea." i sat in my car for hours, unsure of what to do. eventually, i just walked up and knocked. i showed her the original, unaltered copy of the photo I have, the one where her husband is still there, smiling with the rest of the men. i told her i was joseph mercer's grandson. she just held the photo to her chest and cried. she said no one had said his name to her in decades. she invited me inside. her house is a museum of a life that stopp...

still on the road to nebraska. no more blank signs yet, but every car that passes feels like it's watching me. i can't stop for very long. i was looking through a PHOENIX signals manual, trying to make sense of the geneva broadcast and i found this small, laminated card hidden in a slit in the page. it's the decryption protocol. on the back of the card, someone had written a short sequence of numbers in faint pencil. the pencil handwriting doesn’t look like my grandfather’s. it looks almost rushed, like someone scribbled it in during an emergency. it has to be the first part of the one-time pad key for that broadcast i posted about. i'm typing out everything. the instructions and the key fragment. i don't have time to try and solve it myself right now. k-echo decryption protocol - phoenix sigint character set: standard k-echo table (a=01, etc) operation: plaintext (p) = ciphertext (c) - key (k) modular correction: if result is negative, add 47 otp key fragment 01 (f...

  i do not know where i am. i've been driving for a few hours now and all the road signs are gone. every last one of them. ever since i left the library, i've been stopping at fast food resturants or libraries to use their wifi. i still have my laptops at least. but ever since the last hotspot session, one of them doesn’t boot into windows anymore. so i no longer trust them. anyways. an hour ago i looked up to check my turn, and the sign for route 50 was just. blank. a white shield with nothing on it. then the next one. and the next one. this feeling of the world just coming undone. i had to pull over. i had to look at the files again. but i saw something i almost forgot about. the man who was erased from my grandfather's division photo, the photo made my profile picture. russel alden. there's a document in his file. a relocation order from a GABRIEL front company, dated 1956. after he was "lost at sea," they moved his wife, eleanor, to a small forgotten town ...

i thought there was only one tape. i was wrong. there’s another reel, marked incident debrief. same boy, just a few days later i almost kept it to myself. but i couldn’t. whatever they did to him, he didn’t deserve it. if you missed my last drop, here’s the link:  https://youtu.be/qm1TLrF6Wgc?si=Q0Dz50Sa9G5z191Z i scraped together a burner hotspot and chained it through a couple vpns. should buy me a little time. i rigged the hotspot to route through tor. it’s slow, but safer, at least for now. the dg has fucked up my other post. the right people are listening here.

i've been trying to lay low but i keep pulling the damn files back out. i can't stop. i need to know what they are really doing.  lately, i've been digging into the GABRIEL folders, the ones tied to project SUNSHINE, the kids they "acquired." buried in there was a second audio log for "subject 11b." the boy jimmy. this one's only from a few days after the first tape i posted. it appears they had sent him home before something happened. something really fucking bad. they brought him back to the facility, but this time the doctor talking to him was the same soviet psychiatrist from the graves tapes. dr. nikolai vedenin.  they didn't waste vedenin on a routine check-up. he was there because jimmy had his first "incident." he killed their family dog.  i've uploaded the audio. it's not an interview or an evaluation. it's a debriefing. vedenin isn't trying to comfort the kid at all. he's talking to him like he's a test...

it's  been a few days since i last checked in. after i left utah i had to go completely dark. they were close and they knew i knew it. i’m somewhere new now, using a library computer. i don’t know how long this spot will stay safe. i haven’t been idle. i’ve been combing through my grandfather’s old signal corps files, and i keep circling back to one intercept that doesn’t make sense at all. a “high-priority” shortwave transmission caught in geneva in 1958. the recording itself is mostly static, but you can hear the voice. a woman speaking french, reading numbers. i’ve transcribed the first sequence below. (i used google translate for the phrasing, but since it’s just numbers it should be accurate enough) my grandfather’s notes say these were encrypted with a one-time pad. i don’t know how to work it yet. i’ve been at this for hours but i have to move again soon. i’ll check in when i can. 00380 01435 06213 70004 30041 10037 01370 02001 33140 40835 38154 20635 33061 74137 20440 64006...

  10.04 I had to leave Utah. The town wasn't safe. The KILO was getting too loud, and the people all knew who I was. I'm on the road again. Moving eastward. I'm not going to say where I'm headed next. I've learned my lesson now. I'm going to have to go offline for a little while. Don't know when I'll have a secure connection to post again. I'm risking it even now, trying to write this out. To the people sending me DMs trying to "help": stop. I'm never going to fall for that. All communication will be public. I'll be back when I can. To whoever is out there still following, just be safe.

i found the file. the one that explains their endgame so to speak. it was never about weapons, at least not really. the early ARCHER reports were wrong. the lesions, the voids in the GABRIEL "hosts," weren't a sickness. they were doors. the papers had called them "localized entropic apertures." and they found a man, patient 07 from the project 4.1 cohort, whose body had become a sort of stable gateway. for over a year, his body was their primary lab. a living threshold, so to speak. they sent probes through the hole in his chest. cameras, sensors, everything they sent just. gone. the lines came back sheared clean. they were mapping the entrance to a new reality, but they couldn't see what was inside. so they sent a man in. they called him the "incursive agent," a military prisoner. they tethered him to a sensor line and guided him into the crevice. the data they got back is the foundation of modern PHOENIX theory. it was a recording of an anti-real...

  here is the link to the audio. goodbye for now:  https://youtu.be/uINJqTHujYU

i'm done. the audio is as clean as I can get it. this is the full, unedited intake interview with "Subject 11B," a 12 year old boy from utah, recorded by a Project GABRIEL pathologist in 1957. this is the "perceptual contagion" i was talking about in my last post. this is what it sounds like. i'm putting the link to the youtube audio in the comments. i will be leaving soon. i don't know where to go, but i can't stay here any longer. the town isn't empty anymore.