Return of The Revealer.

It is tragically over a month since I was last able to dish the dirt on what appears to be the governments dirty, little, paranormal secrets. The worse thing about my exile from revelation is that it was self imposed....sort of.
You see as soon as I received my computer back from Hugh and started to browse the secret case files again, my relationship with my wife hit the rocks again almost immediately.
"So got the computer back have we, guess you don't need a wife!" Shelley yelled,
"What great lengths you've gone to to get rid of that virus!"
And then she insisted that she would have absolutely nothing to do with me unless I promised to spend a period away from the computer.
Despite her immature behaviour, I hurriedly made two copies of the case files on memory sticks and accepted her demands.
Her behaviour ever since I first opened the case files has been completely irrational, although I have never told her of them, in fear of them being authentic.
The way she behaves in relation to the files and the sudden appearance of the virus in June could almost convince me that she knows my secret and is trying to knock me off the scent all together, although it may be just natural behaviour for a woman?
I'm beginning to believe that the case files may be true though and the more time I spend away from them, the more hell bent on the truth I become. I am almost certain that I am going to trust Hugh with the files in the hope he can isolate me an original Agent Sure effort, perhaps the subconscious reason I made two copies of the files during my exile was to provide him with one? All in all, my desperation to discover the truth grows stronger by the second and a new case file will gain global publication within the next month I'm sure, if I'm allowed back on the computer that is.
Hopefully finding the truth about my true identity will also reveal the truth about Shelley. Sometimes when she rants about my computer time, I really don't feel I know her that well at all and I guess I need to distinguish if she is the woman I love or just another pawn in this conspiracy. But for the next two weeks at least, I'm still exiled from the computer, regardless of who Shelley is, well I don't want to upset her too much do I? After all even a man of mystery has needs.

Truth Quest Malfunction!

Well would you believe it, my lack of ability to share information with you all over what is almost a calender month has been down to a terrible little virus on my computer.
Two days after I'd posted the case file on Duchson's investigation into genetically modified big cats, my wife Shelley spent a short time shopping on line and only hours later I discovered a horrible virus had frozen entry into any of my files. It was all a bit weird, it doesn't seem five minutes ago that I was sharing a secret case file on computer virus's with the world.
And I guess that if The Agency do exist, with their knowledge on the subject, what's to stop them planting one on my desktop?
As things turned out I dropped my computer off with Hugh, an old friend of mine and he managed to get hold of some code to wipe the virus clean from my hard drive. When I got the computer back yesterday, I was glad to find all of the case files still in mint condition and not absent or corrupted as I'd feared and so my quest continues.
As for the big cat case, as intriguing as it was, it provided absolutely no aid to memory and made no impact into my battle for total recall.
In fact thinking logically about it now, Hugh is such a whizz on computers and made such light work with my virus that maybe he could help me to find that all important Agent Sure case file? As long as I can trust him that is though I have known him since childhood...I think?

Not More Cats!

FILE NAME: Case Of The Phantom Cat Of Exmoor.
DATE: 28th-30th March 1989.
AGENT(S) INVOLVED: Agent Duchson (with Commander James & Field Marshall Quint).

FINDINGS:
During the events of the 28th-30th, I was posted to Exmoor National Park, Devon, in order to hunt and capture a suspected 'phantom' cat.
Locals told me that the large, panther like cat was first spotted in the early
1970's but sightings and damage to live stock peaked in 1983. At this point the Government posted a team of Royal Marine snipers to the area and although the creature was spotted several times, it was never shot at.
Local farmers tell me that since 1983, to the current day, there have been a further 200 live stock deaths accredited to the beast.
Very soon after my arrival on Exmoor, along with two of the Marines from the original mission, Commander James and Filed Marshall Quint, the beast was spotted patrolling the perimeter of our camp.
It was in appearance, as expected, a huge black panther. Later on the same evening, the beast made its first attempt to enter our camp, tripping our alarm system in the process and dazzling itself in our floodlights. Working throughout the night, myself, James and Quint were able to sedate and cage the creature.

CONCLUSION:

After the entrapment of the beast, it was clear to see that it was no ordinary Black Panther. Measuring around 365cm in head and body length, with a tale span of 201cm and weighing 320lbs, the Beast of Exmoor was more than twice the size of an average panther or jaguar.
Blood samples and muscle biopsy's were taken, but are yet to offer and steady conclusions.
Despite the lack of scientific evidence available, it is clear to see that this creature has either evolved greatly in its adaptation to its surroundings or has been genetically modified by some form of scientific process.
The Beast was removed on the evening of the 30th and taken to a safe location known only to the British Government and The Director of The Agency.

Proof Of Identity?

Well there we go, that almost makes this ridiculously time consuming quest worth while.
Agent Sure (whether it is, sorry, was me or not) actually did exist. Unless of course this bunch of emails is just a hugely elaborate and well constructed hoax after all. Although if it was, I cannot understand why its creator should go to such lengths and depth and why I've only just come across the name 'AgentSure' now after five months of trawling through electronic documents? Surely if it was a cruel trick, the name would have been evident earlier on in the case files?
Besides, I really don't think I know anyone that dislikes me enough to play such a terrible trick on me, and it all seems so unbelievable and inventive that its difficult to imagine it as anything but the truth.
I am admittedly beginning to believe in my alter ego. I can't eat, work, sleep or do anything other than think about it and the evidence is stacking up in its favour.
1)There is the irrational behaviour of my so called wife,
2)The unbelievable moment of clarification I suffered on reading the name 'Agent Falcon' and
3)The written proof of existence of AgentSure.
I can't help thinking that as soon as I read a case file written by AgentSure, everything will become crystal clear and I'll remember it all. Or at least I hope it will. Just hope I can find a case file I've, sorry, he's written pretty soon.

The Truth Will Out.

Staffing Issues.

THE AGENCY (ASSPIL) 2005 STAFF LISTINGS.



FIRST IN COMMAND: 'The Director.'
Hours per year: Infinate.
Responsible for all funding desisions , case revelation and recruitment. Contact only via Chief Directive Agent.


SECOND IN COMMAND: Chief Directive Agent Duchson.
Hours per year: 4,140.
Responsible for front line opperative management, deployment and support. Currently suffering Inactive status due to handicap. Educator to student Agents.


SENIOR AGENTS: Agent Falcon,
Agent Murray,
Agent Umbrella,
Agent Kyle,
Agent Sure.
Hours per year: approx 4,000 (+/-).
Responsible for field work, missions and general paranormal investigation. Also having mentorship roles to student Agents and basic house keeping duties when base bound.


OTHER AGENTS: Agent Robertson.
Hours per year: approx 4,200.
Status inactive due to serious indiscretions. Responsiblities include, base bound data contact (24hrs, 365. General upkeep of base. Cleaner, handyman, student support, coffee boy.


STUDENT AGENTS: 3rd Year: Lawrence Gormley.
1st Year: Lotte Baldwin.

The Cunning Plan.

Well I'd have to say that, for all the fun the 'talking cat' file provided me, it proved to be yet another fruitless exercise. I'm not even sure I could believe in it, it was much less viable than any other file I've read.
There were no flashes, no headaches, no life changing recognition.
Just the painfully vague recognition I've suffered with the majority of the files I've read so far. I really wish I could simply accept that the Agent Sure identity is just all a stupid hoax.
But then, a part of me just won't let it go. The hours I've put into this, the times I've stressed, worried and battled with my wife are hardly proving worth while for the scant reward I'm receiving.
But then there is still the Agent Falcon thing? The recognition I felt with the reading of her name was almost painful and deep down I know that I am not where I should be.
So I've hatched a plan. I don't know why I've never considered it before, and I suppose its a little cunning but it should give me the truth I so desire.
I am going to look for a file compiled by Agent Sure.


The Truth Will Out.

Curiosity Killed The Cat.

FILE NAME: Case Of The Talking Cat.

DATE: February 1965.

AGENT(S) INVOLVED: Agent John Willis.

FINDINGS:-

I was asked to attend a family, herein to be known as Mr and Mrs D, who lived in Florida, America.
They had recently reported their cat,'Whitey' had been talking to them.
Over a period of eighteen months the cat had repeatedly vocalised and used phrases such as "I am hungry", "I want to go home" and when chastised by Mr D, "I am not a bad cat".
After several months of vocalisation, the cat became seriously ill and stopped talking as mysteriously as it began.

CONCLUSION.

Unfortunately in the brief time I spent with Mr and Mrs D I was unable to witness Whitey speak, as he had allegedly, lost his voice.
Witness reports were all fairly conclusive and a number of people gave individual statements to prove the cat's ability to talk. But once more when a journalist from FATE magazine attempted to interview Whitey, he had become mute.
After I had conducted an intense sweep of the D's home and grounds, I discovered a small, black, wireless electronic chip, wrapped up inside a fur ball in the family's garden.
Although all tests on the chip proved inconclusive, it is my suspicion that it was a voice altering device and that Whitey had more likely been a crude scientific experiment to attempt to communicate with animals, than a true example of evolution.

The Truth Will Out

Unusual Developments.

Its been a difficult couple of weeks since I last managed to post my thoughts on here.
The mission statements from ASSPIL which I published the last time I was here, again, just like the timeline, seemed like absolute second nature to me. Deep down somewhere in the depths of my brain, the mission statements were both already there.
I recognised them almost instantly after reading them and before I'd even considered the relevance of the statements, I knew that there was something fundementally wrong with the later statement. I'll be honest and admit that I don't know what the problem is with it, but somehow I can sense that it is untruthful and seem to consider that there may have been a change in The Agency after The Reaping. I just wish I could recall my life as Agent Sure fully then perhaps these abstract philosophies may make more sense.
My supposed wife Shelley has once again proved to be intensely interested in my internet viewing, to the extent that we had yet another incredible arguement. The row raged for a good couple of hours and eventually resulted in me promising that I'd stop using the computer so much and her switching it off at the socket.
Weird thing was, after the arguement I lay down and thought about the mission statements again and almost immediately suffered with the worse migraine I have ever experienced, which begun with the left hand side of my head feeling as if it was burning. The really weird thing was, the migraine didn't go away until four days later?

the truth will out.

Mission Statement.

ASSPIL: OBJECTIVES (1924).

The Agency (ASSPIL), has been founded by the honourable Christopher Harkstein and his gentlemanly friend Dr Johnathon Brammer, in order to investigate and document creatures and occurrences which evidently stretch far beyond the realms of human understanding.
As a now funded branch of the Great British Government, The Agency intends to investigate such happenings throughout the Empire and beyond, using the latest Scientific tools known to man.
The Agency aims to prove the existence of unusual life forms and paranormal events to the general public and science itself. Documents and photographic evidence will be publicised following every investigation The Agency is involved in and we hope, in time, to be able to eradicate the horror of the unknown felt amongst this country's people and prove the existence of all abnormal life forms.

Mr C.Harkstein and Dr J.Harker.

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ASSPIL: REVISED MISSION STATEMENT (1980).

The Agency for Supernatural, Spiritual and Paranormal Investigation and Location, has been reformed as an ultra sensitive Government Unit following the unfortunate events of 'The Reaping'.
The Agency still retains its desire to investigate the paranormal and obscure and scientifically examine the evidence accrued. In addition The Agency is also willing to take necessary force to protect the country from the potential threat of these horrors.
On discovery of new species, The Agency is willing to capture and maintain such creatures in a high tech facility, the location of which will remain a secret to even ASSPIL's top Agents. Once there is significant proof of existence a white paper will be published, proving beyond doubt, the existence of the paranormal.

The Director (1980).

Relationship Troubles.

Things are getting pretty heated in our household at the moment. My dear wife, the love of my life (or is she?), is becoming increasing interested in my Internet and email usage. Perhaps this is a regular issue of discussion in households up and down the country, but when you think that you are a mind washed government Agent, it takes a whole new shape. Shelley is beginning to become concerned by my obsession with email (although it is actually the case files that steal my attention) and is demanding that I spend more time with her instead of the computer. In fact I'm only managing to write this now as we've just had a blazing argument which concluded in her storming out of the house. The quest to discover my true identity is becoming more perilous by the day.
Her behaviour and the apparent realism of the files are steadily beginning to convince me that I am actually Agent Sure, although still nothing has jogged my memory like the name Agent Falcon did. A feW of the dates in the timeline I featured rung distant bells, but that could just have been coincidence, and maybe a couple of names struck a chord but without further detail, I couldn't really be sure? I think subconsciously, I just want to recognize everything I read as I cannot accept that there is no truth in this hefty document I have received. I guess only time will tell?
In amongst the various case files are some other ASSPIL information sheets, such as the time line I opted to publish last blog. As well as publishing the case files I am inclined to include a few of the sheets, I guess the public deserve to know the truth, not just about incidences, but also about The Agency.

A Matter Of History.

A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE AGENCY FOR SUPERNATURAL, SPIRITUAL AND PARANORMAL
INVESTIGATION INVESTIGATION AND LOCATION.



1922: The young scientist and gentleman, Christopher Harkstein returns from his world travels. After encountering strange creatures such as 'Drop Bears' in Australia, man-eating trees in Madagascar, and the Loch Ness Monster in Scotland, he
decides to dedicate his life and considerable fortune to the investigation into such phenomena.

1923: After his work into the investigation of carnivorous plants, he is joined in his quest to form The Agency by his close friend and respected scientist, Dr John Brammer.

1924: The Agency become a specialised, Government Agency for the first time,although still operating in secret with only Harkstein and Brammer as Agents.

1937: Harkstein undertakes The Agency's First Government requested investigation during his study into The Hindenberg Disaster.

1939: The Agency is disbanded with the outbreak of the Second World War.

1943: Agent John Brammer is killed in service during The Tunisia Campaign.

1946: Agent Harkstein discovers Nazi secrets hidden in an Underground Hospital during the liberation of Jersey. He immediately reforms The Agency, employing many of his regiment and gaining the immediate, renewed support of the British Government.

1957: The Agency goes from strength to strength and sets up a permanent home in a purpose built, secret base, hidden beneath a toilet paper factory.

1961: Legendary Agent John Willis, joins The Agency on a direct transfer from MI5.

1962: Agent Harkstein is killed at the age of 62, during his investigation into the collapse of The Severn Railway Bridge. Agent Lewis Robertson, an exceptional, young Agent and confident of Harkstein's becomes the new leader of The Agency at the tender age of 25.

1979: The Agency faces turmoil as a mysterious occurrence known as 'The Reaping' takes place across the globe. On a single day, July 24th 1979, eleven Agents including Chief Robertson are killed in suspicious yet unrelated accidents, whilst each on individual missions in different countries. Agent Willis and Agent Duchson are the only two Agents to survive the atrocities.

1980: The Agency is dragged back from the brink of extinction by the new leadership of a mysterious government peer, known only as The Director.

1981: After a review of Agency objectives, The Director names Agent Duchson as the Agency's Chief Directive Agent. An effective employment drive follows.

1989: The rural, British town of Coopers Peak is highlighted as a strong point of phenomena requiring Duchson to conduct a two year investigation into incidents in the town.

1991: Agent Duchson is forced to retire from active duty after being shot in the knee by a young assassin named Nika Marino.

1999: The Agency commission an extensive, three year investigation into a rumour that Lycans are infiltrating the British Police Force, with the intention of complete control. Agent Willis accepts leadership of the case, his last before retirement.

2000: The Agency experiment with mind control and memory removal techniques.

A New Years Resolution?

Well another new year is here, bringing with it the same old problems. Well not exactly in my case I guess. Have I made a New Years Resolution for 2010? Well you could say that. Its not the usual lose weight, give up smoking etc,etc, as I now only have a single vice, discovering the truth, and I will not be giving that up in a hurry.
Once again, after opening up the computer virus file I guess I felt a little familiarity again. There was nothing overly familiar, I didn't so much recognize the case or the name Agent Willis and there was no burning visual at the back of my minds eye. But the strange thing was, after I'd read the case file and shut my computer down, I could see an image of a small section of encrypted code, and was able to successfully copy the image down onto a piece of paper.
At the time I wasn't really concerned that it was strange as I usually have good short term recall and just presumed that I was remembering a diagram from the file I'd just read, but the thing was when I looked back, there was no illustration on it.
I thought this a little strange, but not as conclusive as my recall of Agent Falcon previously. I have thought a little about her since and it was like meeting an old friend again.
Im slowly beginning to believe that I am Agent Sure, although the evidence isn't quite compelling enough yet. The strange thing is with it all, if I did remember the truth fully, what would I do then? How would it change my life and what would I do with it?
The thought of actually knowing the truth is more mind boggling than wanting to know it. All I know for Sure, is that I must find myself.
2010 is definitely going to be a truthful year.

Agent Sure will return at the weekend. The Truth Will Out.

Gremlins In The System?

FILE NAME: Investigation into the first computer virus.

DATE: January 27th 1986.

AGENT(S) INVOLVED: Agent John Willis.


FINDINGS.

On the 19th of January this year (1986), what was quite possibly the very first, disruptive computer virus known to man, was isolated both in the USA and more intensely in Lahore, Pakistan.
It appears at first glance that the so-called virus replaces the boot sector of a floppy disc with itself. Although the (C)Brain virus as it has been called, was not reported to directly attack the hard drive of a computer system, instead simply laying dormant in the system, it has however been blamed for the corruption of saved files upon portable disc's.
On the 25th of January I was sent a floppy disc which contained a sample of the (C) Brain virus for scientific/ paranormal testing in our new techno spiritual monitoring system.
Publicly, the virus has been put down as the work of two brothers from Charminar in Lahore, allegedly being written without malice, as a copy writing measure.

CONCLUSION.

After intense testing we have discovered that the code written for the virus could not possibly have been created by a human. Strong kinetic readings were obtained from the damaged disc and my theory is that was a trail of residual damage left by an Electronic Demon, such as Storala, as he passed through several electronic portals.
Although no hard and fast evidence is available to prove such a powerful Demon's presence, I believe that he passed through my disc weeks before I had received it and that he is still at large somewhere in the world, hence the increasing incidence of software viruses.

Science Shattered #2.

FILE NAME: Brief Investigation Into The Cando Event.

DATE: January 18Th 1994.

AGENT(S) INVOLVED: Agent Lauren Falcon.

FINDINGS.

At 12:00 approximately on the 18.1.1994, I was flown from Heathrow to the small, rural area of Cando in Spain to investigate the sighting of what seemed to be an explosion in the sky occuring earlier that morning.
Several eyewitnesses describe seeing a fireball appear in the sky and remain there for around one minute. After which a possible site for the explosion was identified when a new gorge was discovered in the hillside close to the village.
The limited scientific opinion which I was able to draw upon on the day suggested that a blast of subterranean gases had vented into the air, removing a large section of topsoil as it did. Technically speaking, the convective action of such could plausibly create an electrical charge separation sufficient enough to ignite the gases and create the fireball effect.

CONCLUSION.

After my investigation of the explosion site, I was left with the facts that the gorge was around 200 metres squared and of a very linear and rectangular shape, a shape of such I believe would not have been formed by a random and speedy release of gases.
As expected there was a large amount of foliage missing from the area of impact, which was abundant with greenery all around it. The missing clumps of vegetation were actually discovered a further 350 metres away from the gorge, up the hill and were not scorched or burnt as one would imagine. It looked as if the clump of removed foliage had been picked and carried a short distance away from the explosion.
In addition to these details a number of intricate but damaged electrical components were discovered, littering the gorge. These are now within The Agency's laboratories awaiting testing.
I can only conclude that the scientific explanation for the Cando event is extremely floored and I would put forward that the gorge was caused by a poorly piloted extra terrestrial craft and perhaps the gradient of the hill was underestimated. The explosion in the sky could plausibly have been an engine backfiring or simple a misinterpretation of the craft's lights. Detailed eyewitness reports would have been lacking due to the sheer amount of dust the impact would have created.
The event is similar in nature to the Tunguska Event in Russia in 1908, which also prompted intense speculation on the existence of alien life.

Agent Sure will return next week. The Truth Will out.

The First Of Many?

FILE NAME: THE LONDON TORNADO A.K.A;SPIRITUAL GATHERING.

DATE: 7TH DECEMBER 2006.

AGENT(S) INVOLVED: AGENT L.GORMLEY.

FINDINGS AND EVIDENCE.

At around 11:00 gmt on the 7th of December 2006, a small tornado, estimated as a T4 on the tornado scale swept across the capital before drawing to a standstill above the Kensal Green area of London. No public warnings of such an incident had been recorded before hand.
Estimates eventually put the cost of the damage it caused at around £10 million. Six people received injuries as a result of the tornado and around 100 properties were damaged.

CONCLUSION.

After a stringent review of camcorder and mobile phone footage and after listening to several eyewitness reports, I feel that I can safely conclude that this was not a meteorological event, but more of a paranormal occurrence.
Eye witness reports state a strange, audible howling or screaming noise being present in the atmosphere at the time of the tornado and those foolish enough to get close enough to it also report being able to pick out vaguely human shadows or faces amongst the swirling mists.
Therefore, it is perhaps logical to conclude that is yet another proven spiritual gathering, within which a number of lost souls have clearly joined together to search for a portal into the afterlife.
Although none of the video evidence is clear enough to prove such a conclusion, I can only refer back to the Birmingham Tornado of July 28th 2005, which was actually proven to be a spiritual gathering or ghostly cloud by The Agency in August 2005.

Agent Sure will return 14/12/2009: The truth will out.

And So It Begins.

My name is Agent Sure, although if I'm honest, I didn't know this until yesterday.
I was happily browsing my emails when I came across a peculiar email from an agentsure@ASSPIL. I can assure you, I was not aware of an agent sure or any domain called asspin!
But as it turns out I am actually him, or at least him after he's been brainwashed and that he (or I?) had attached several case files to jog my (or our) memory?
So it seems that I am not who I think I am and that I am perhaps the mysterious agent sure from the Agency of Supernatural, Spiritual and Paranormal Investigation and Location or asspil for short.
They, or so the email said, are one of the many secret government units and agencies in existence and were created in order to investigate the obscure truth behind seemingly normal events and the mundane or scientific causation of paranormal activity.
And it seems that I am one of their agents who shammed the agency and as a result had my memory erased before being placed in a 'normal existence'. But unfortunately I found out the details of my new life before hand and prepared a little aid De memoir on a timed delay!
So here I am sat with a massive attachment in my inbox, not knowing for sure if I want to accept this alternative existence or not? I mean, I like my wife and kids, though I'm not really sure anymore if they are mine or just actors maintaining a prepared facade.
Anyway, just opening up one case file couldn't hurt too much could it?


agent sure will return, 11.12.2009. The Truth Will Out.