Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
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Article - Laura Knight-Jadczyk
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Chapter 11
As it turned out, the man who owned the house we were staying in came one day while everyone was out and was doing some repairs. He fell and broke his leg. This was the second time that the C's had mentioned a health issue in relation to me, that later manifested in someone else with whom I was in contact. During the same time period, Tom French and Cherie Diez, the journalist and photographer, had been up in Ohio, I believe, doing some wrap-up interviews with the man who had been the husband and father of the three women who had been murdered several years earlier. This was one of the "threads" in Tom's project - The Rogers Murders - and when he later decided to write about it separately, it won a Pulitzer Prize. But, strangely enough, it happened to be right at this point in time, after their trek to Ohio, that they came to Gainesville to spend some time with us, and the subject of the Roger's case was discussed briefly. Both of them were somewhat overwhelmed with all the depressing information they had gathered on this story, and as he often did during this period, when the stress of the subject matter became too much, Tom would find out where we were, and visit for a sort of "recharge" of his batteries. On that same night we had a discussion of the "crop circle" type image that had appeared in my ex-husband's driveway many years before. For some reason, I connected it to all the strange things that had happened when we lived out there in the woods. I had the idea that it was a sort of "warning sign," though I was unable to formulate any clear idea about it. One of the many synchronous things that had happened during the years Tom was gathering his material to write about us was the fact that all three of us (including Cherie) went through similar divorces at precisely the same time. It was actually sort of comical in retrospect, since Tom had been afraid to tell me that he was getting divorced. I actually dreamed about it just before Christmas of 1995, and told him about my dream. I'll never forget the strange look on his face. But, even at that moment, he didn't say it was true or not. It was only after I told him that I had made the decision to divorce myself that he heaved a sigh of relief and 'fessed up. I think he had the idea that I would judge him in some way, and nothing could have been further from the truth. But, after that, when Cherie also announced her intent to divorce, we all found it so odd that each of us, for different, yet similar reasons, were going through the exact same traumas at the exact same time. And all three of us had been, prior to our decisions to divorce, fully and completely committed to commitment. That is what made it so traumatic. Three people who believed in True Love, and full commitment, and who weren't cry babies by any stretch of the imagination, facing the same hard lesson that sometimes, love isn't love, and quite often, love isn't enough. So a sort of bond was formed, and we mutually supported one another through the process. It was a rough ride, but we all made it through. Tom and Cherie attended the last session with C's before Ark returned to Poland and some of these threads all sort of came together at that point. Another curious thing happened in March of 1997. On March 25th, Ark and I took the afternoon off to go to a local Gainesville park and hike about for some much needed relaxation. The park's claim to fame is something called the Devil's Millhopper, and is a huge sinkhole surrounded by trails, and wooden walkways, and a little bridge over the stream that runs out of the enormous depression in the ground. It seems that we were there alone, and as we strolled about, we came to the bridge and I recounted to Ark some marriage customs I had been reading about where one of the requirements are that the couple must stand in water while saying their vows. Ark pointed out that we weren't exactly standing in water, but we were standing over water, would that do? It did. The next day there was the shocking news of the mass suicide of the Heaven's Gate cult members, and I was just furious with all the people I knew on the internet who had been so busily promoting the Hale Bopp affair as the precursor to a mass landing of aliens, or the harbinger of the Alien Rapture. We had been interviewed about it by a little ezine put out by a guy named Jason Dunlap, and he was not happy that we flatly stated that it was all rumor mongering and hysteria. Ark had even taken the trouble to contact a professional astronomer, a friend of a friend, for the inside scoop, and we asked the C's about it, and repeatedly called attention to what they said about it, as well as the results of our own investigations. But we simply were fighting a forest fire of rumors with only a single bucket of water. When we arrived home late that Friday, my daughter excitedly announced that a reporter from the New York Times had called and wanted to interview me about the Hale Bopp affair. I was completely taken aback. Why would anyone want to interview me about it? What's more, even if somebody did, how did they get our phone number? At the time, the phone was unlisted, and the account was in my mother's name. I asked if she had taken a number, and she said that when she offered to have me call him back, he said "no thanks," he would call back himself. But, that wasn't the only mystery. At the time, our "website" consisted of just a few articles that Ark hosted on the Institute server in Poland. Every weekend he would access the server and download all the statistics logs of visitors and what they were reading. So on the weekend after the Hale Bopp suicides, we were simply taking care of business and we noticed something very startling: the visitors to our site had not just doubled, they had increased quite literally a thousand percent! What's more, nearly every one of them was either from a .gov, .mil, or industrial aviation site, as in Boeing. There were also a large number of visitors from that very strange bio-engineering site in Sweden that I had discovered when I was searching the term "brana." But what was strangest of all was the fact that the peak had been hit the DAY BEFORE the Hale Bopp suicides. What's more, the term did not even appear anywhere on our little collection of pages at that time. So we wonder, just what the heck was going on?
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