Date: Wednesday, August 1, 1998






This material is excerpted from PHOENIX UNDEAD: The Montauk Project and Camp Hero Today.

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On June 24, 1998, I visited the Camp Hero location. As has so often been the case, strangeness and peculiarities awaited me literally the instant I arrived in the area.

My first order of business was to check out the so-called "senior center" directly adjacent to the restricted portion of the old Air Force Station, which was completed about two years ago and is ostensibly operated by the Town of East Hampton. My knowledge of the demographics of the region leads me to seriously question the necessity of constructing this facility at the furthest eastern extremity of East Hampton Township. The number of seniors who are full time residents of the Town and who live in reasonable proximity to the location would have to number very few. What would be the point of incurring the excessive transportation costs of bussing folks from other areas of the Township to this remote location, when the Town could very easily have constructed a facility in a much more central location? No one I've had contact with has ever seen this facility being used for it's intended purpose, nor any purpose whatsoever.

Not surprisingly, it was dead as can be, in midafternoon on a weekday. I spent about ten minutes "casing out" the place. After two years of even intermittent use one would expect to see some indications of wear and tear regarding things like paint, carpets, windows, doorknobs, doorsills (especially) and so on. Such is not the case with this "senior center".

The building is literally spotless and appears virtually untouched since the completion of construction. These must be the neatest seniors on the face of the earth, and are apparently invisible to boot.

Earlier this year Preston Nichols visited the Camp Hero location with a British film crew that was filming a documentary on the Montauk Project. As Nichols has previously been specifically warned by a judge that if found on the restricted portion of Camp Hero he will be jailed, Nichols waited for the film crew off to the side of the main entrance road in visual proximity to the new senior center, while the crew went to the then-demolished main entrance gate and beyond, into the restricted portion. (The senior center is just east of this entrance road, in a field at the western border of the neighborhood immediately north of the inner perimeter [restricted portion] of Camp Hero/Montauk Air Force Station which used to be base housing; later deeded over to the town of East Hampton in 1984 and the properties sold via lottery to supposedly lower income families).

Nichols noted that, as usual, there was no indication of any activity whatsoever at the senior center and no vehicles parked there. Imagine his surprise then, when the exterior cellar door of the building opened up and a man came out, walked over to the entrance road, and looked down the road towards the main gate where the film crew was, clearly attempting to figure out who they were and what they were doing. One would have to wonder how this fellow could have been at all aware that anyone was at the base's main entrance--as he was in the basement of the senior center which is several hundred feet from the entrance road and several hundred yards from the entrance gate; also questionable is why this person would even be the least bit interested in the presence of people at the base entrance, as he would supposedly have been an East Hampton Town employee.

Things became even stranger when this fellow realized Nichols was sitting at the side of the road watching the entire proceedings--he did a noticeable double take and retreated back into the basement of the "senior center"!


During my brief visit to the facility after having been there for about six or seven minutes, I observed a red pickup cruise rapidly past the senior center in the direction of the small neighborhood just east. It's undeniable that some of the residents of this neighborhood are in fact base employees, as was elaborated on in my first report on the Montauk project. Less that a minute later, the pickup scooted back in the opposite direction. The driver was going at a noticeably fast speed both times. Such maneuvers could possibly be explained as someone having left somewhere (such as home), realizing they had forgotten something and quickly returning. The problem with that explanation is that the vehicle was going the wrong way--that is, first towards the residences and then away. There was no chance the driver had time to go to any of the houses in the area--also, there are few places of employment nearby the driver could have been coming from, suddenly realized they had forgotten something, and turned around. Even if that were the case, why suddenly turn around and leave if you were nearly home? This just seemed really odd and I believe I was being surveilled. Incidentally I noticed a video cassette of "Men In Black" on a table right in front of the window inside the building.

(I checked out this "senior center" on two other occasions over the next two weeks--never any sign of activity, other that some things were moved around inside and the "Men In Black" video was gone. On one of these other occasions as I was just leaving I was aware of a vehicle zipping along the entrance road leading to the main base entrance gate, which has recently been fully repaired and the high security touchpad and key entry system totally replaced. There are no other turnoffs other than the road to senior center and the small neighborhood and no one could have gotten up to and then through that locked gate very quickly, but within about a minute there was no sign of this vehicle anywhere around the area! Bizarre, as usual.)


Back to the events of my first visit. After being apparently surveilled by the red pickup while at the "senior center", I then drove up towards the lighthouse, turning right (south/west) off the paved road onto the dirt road which enters the "fisherman's gate" and the unrestricted portion of Camp Hero.

Although this area is open to visitors on foot, only vehicles with a special Camp Hero fishing permit may drive into this area. These permits number about 200, and are given out by lottery, along with a key to the gate. New York State and Town of East Hampton fishing or parking permits, though also required, are NOT sufficient to gain access to this location.

No sooner did I leave the paved road then a late-model white Blazer or similar vehicle with tinted windows and a conspicuously large antenna jutting up from its rear pulled off directly behind me. To my surprise the gate was unlocked and wide open, and I briefly considered driving in, but the close proximity of the other vehicle deterred me, so I backed up and parked along the dirt access road and walked in. The white Blazer showed absolutely no indications it was being driven by a "fisherman".

I was checking out the reports mentioned above concerned a forcible entry into the old bunker by the cliffs, and also the report of an underground entrance covered by a boulder, along the southeast entry road to the base. I did find evidence that the bunker had been broken into--according to reports, in the later fall of 1997. As I had parked in a questionable location (the opposite side of the dirt road had a "No Parking" sign) I returned to the car, and was intercepted by the white Blazer while exiting the gate. The driver scrutinized me thoroughly and blatantly. No fishing gear of any kind whatsoever was noticeable on or in this vehicle and the driver was obviously not going fishing.

I drove my car around the loop at the lighthouse while deciding whether or not to drive in the fisherman's gate to look for the underground entrance, which I then decided to do. As soon as I entered the still-open gate, I was approached head on by a late-model dark green Blazer, also with a large antenna and tinted windows, coming from the direction of the "fisherman's parking lot". This vehicle, again, had no fishing gear of any kind visible on or in it, and the driver did not appear to be involved in fishing at all.

He scrutinized me closely as well, and appeared to be about to hail me down, but I kept going, checked my rearview mirror to ascertain that we were not in sight of each other, and turned right onto the southeast entrance road to the base. The entrance gate on this road was in very ruined condition, and was held together by locked chains. (I noticed on a subsequent visit that the heavy steel of the gate had been cut in numerous places with a welding torch--hardly the kind of equipment teenage vandals would haul around on foot)! On the west side this road I did indeed find the manhole-type underground entrance, almost completely covered by a large boulder and some smaller rocks. If one did not know what to look for one would almost certainly never find it despite it being right next to the road. I stress again that I was not under visual surveillance at this point

I then drove out of the area, and--what a surprise !--when I reached the gate, I was literally boxed in by the dark green Blazer, which somehow had gotten behind me (coming from the same direction as when I had first seen it about two minutes earlier), and the white Blazer as well, which suddenly appeared from a side road just in time to sandwich me in between the two vehicles! The driver of the white Blazer, which was more or less facing my car, stared at me long and hard and in fact appeared to be smirking--almost laughing. This time a got a good look at the fully "Aryan" racial characteristics of the thin, youngish driver. (If I had to guess which branch of the military he might be in I would say probably Navy). I can't imagine how the dark green Blazer could have retraced its path and gotten back in a position to come at me from the west again in such a short time as it took me to find the underground entrance and then head out--maybe two minutes at most.

I slipped through the fisherman's gate and was immediately tailed by the white Blazer, so I decided to pull into the lighthouse parking lot (I figured the Blazer would not pull in there so as to preclude any possible confrontation initiated by me and this proved correct; also I wanted to give the impression that I was hanging around the area to give these security guys something to worry about). I waited till the white Blazer disappeared on around the loop, and then I left.

I next went to the baseball field under East Hampton Town jurisdiction which is directly north of the restricted portion of Camp Hero and east of the small neighborhood, from which there are two locked, gated entrances to the inner base (although there is no fencing of any kind along the entire remainder of the perimeter in this area!!). One of these gates has also been substantially dismantled with a welding torch and is held together by locked chains.

Several days later on Saturday, June 27, Michelle Guerin, who originally gave me the information about the bunker break-in and the manhole-type underground entrance, revisited this area of Camp Hero with some colleagues.

Keep in mind that since she and others observed this underground entrance in February 1998 until my visit on June 24 1998, the condition of this underground entrance remained more or less exactly the same. Yet within three days of my thoroughly surveilled visit, and it would seem in response to it, Ms. Guerin noted that the boulder was moved and the entrance had been buried under a pile of dirt. I corroborated this information and found out some other things as well on July 2, as I will relay below.

I was informed by Nichols, who got the information from someone with connections to Brookhaven Labs, that BNL uses white and dark green Blazers for security and that's who was surveilling me at Camp Hero on June 24.

It must be pointed out that the entire state of affairs regarding the "fisherman's gate", the "fisherman's parking lot" and the special access permits for this location is--like nearly everything about Camp Hero and its administration--peculiar, contradictory, confusing and suspicious.

There is no way to do any "fishing" from the cliffs 50 feet above and 60 or more feet inland from the surf, and there are no direct access roads or paths from this "fisherman's parking lot" to the surf. Although often completely empty, the lot is sometimes occupied by trucks with camper shells and RV-type vehicles, with people sitting around in lawn chairs. None of the vehicles I have ever observed there give any indication of being owned by fishermen, none of the people I have ever observed hanging around there seem to be doing any fishing and I have never observed anyone fishing (surfcasting or otherwise) along the beach below this area. What's more, there is standard beach access for vehicles with East Hampton Town and NY State permits on the north side of the lighthouse. The entire business with this "fisherman's lot" and access to same is clearly a total shuck-and-jive operation. These must be agents of some kind reporting in and/or awaiting directions, programming, etc.


I visited the area again with my 5 year old son on June 28 but did not go near any of the restricted or weird areas. I fact we spent nearly the whole time, roughly an hour, at the shoreline. My main focus was Turtle Cove itself, where I found the feeling to be quite energizing and definitely powerful, almost psychoactive. It's very dramatic and visually attractive spot as well, with a look and feeling more reminiscent of some of the West Coast than much of the nearby Long Island shoreline. Overall I liked Turtle Cove as did my son and found the energy there to be positive and strong.

My next significant foray to the vicinity of Camp Hero came on the evening of July 2. A quick walk to the fisherman's lot showed that several pickup trucks with camper shells were now there, along with a late model, very large and luxurious motor home with Pennsylvania license plates and a very unusual-looking antenna on its roof. This nonresident having been allowed one of the relatively few Camp Hero fishing permits (and other Town & State permits required as well) while so many residents of the area fish for a living seems unlikely and/or incongruous to say the least. As well, a couple of the other somewhat scruffy-looking trucks had out-of-state plates also.

I next went to the manhole-type underground entrance which Michelle Guerin noted had been buried right after my June 24 visit. Indeed as Michelle said the entrance was buried under a large pile of dirt, but what I found after digging away some of the pile was that the entrance had in fact been sealed with a solid, 5 inch thick cement cap in which was embedded an iron rebar "handle"; in addition to which the entire entrance and cap were then buried beneath a large mound of hauled-in topsoil.

Obviously, this entrance is active to some degree, and it was sealed in such a way as to permit removal of the cement cap via the rebar handle with appropriate equipment. However, it was apparently not desirable to have this entrance easily located or identified, so the entire business was buried under a pile of dirt! Doubly weird in the true Camp Hero tradition. It is a fact that many of the other underground accesses on the base have been permanently sealed: that is not the case with this one.

I returned to the lighthouse parking lot where I teamed up with Preston Nichols and a fellow I will call "Mr. Coffee", whose emails to me concerning his involvement in a recent phase of the Montauk Project follow later in this report.

Mr. Coffee penetrated the restricted portion of Camp Hero while Nichols and I remained outside. Coffee wanted to see if he got any unusual feelings or picked up anything about the area. (A strong yes on both counts). While we were exiting the area to the west of the base (the opposite side from the lighthouse/fisherman's gate approach to Camp Hero) along a dilapidated remnant of the old shore highway, I was struck by the sight of fresh and very clear tire tracks entering a large puddle or small pond (which never seems to dry up) from the direction of the base--tracks which neither exited the other side of the puddle nor backed up! Nichols had just finished observing that the puddle always seems to be there whether or not there had been recent rains, and felt that there could be some kind of entrance beneath the puddle.

Later that evening Nichols ran some banks of signal receiving equipment he has installed in a bus, and gleaned the following information from the data generated by the equipment. The signals received indicated to Nichols that particle accelerators were in full operation at very high output, both offshore from Montauk Point (the subterranean facility extends out under the ocean) and at Camp Hero. Nichols then ascertained that the Delta-T antenna in the Camp Hero underground was emitting EM fields indicative of interdimensional/time travel operations.

This data would tend to reinforce the scenario that particle accelerators are being used in highly advanced, relativistic, interdimensional operations linked to certain aspects of the Montauk Project now merged with HAARP, under the control of the U.S. Navy and in conjunction with Brookhaven Labs.

These are of course ultra-classified, above-top-secret agendas being pursued.

This also tends to reinforce a gradually strengthening impression that what is to me the most unargueably negative aspect of the Montauk Project, the mind control/(child) psychosexual abuse aspect, has been split off from the interdimensional/time operations, which are now under the larger umbrella of the Navy's HAARP operations, into a separate project which however is under the Navy's control as well. It's important to keep in mind however, that HAARP, as is irrefutably proved by internal government/military documentation on the project, most assuredly already had its own covert agenda running with regard to utilizing the HAARP (Tesla) technology as a means of mind manipulation/control--perhaps somewhat more in the sense of a "weapon".

According to the same documentation, these EM/RF weapons should be accessible for use against domestic "enemies" (U.S. citizens!): such as, people who disagree with the  government!!


Due to information relayed to me from several sources, I did some investigation in the area of the old WW 2 Navy submarine base on Fort Pond Bay, north of Montauk village. Word is that this is the current site of the Montauk Project mind control operations. As this is an old military facility and as the Montauk tunnel network definitely connects to this area, it would seem inevitable that the subterranean portions of this base, probably newly enlarged and refurbished, are being utilized for clandestine activities.

In fact I became curious about this area in 1991, before I ever knew (consciously at least) about the Montauk Project, when I realized that a fairly large area of land here was totally undeveloped, in a region where wholesale dismemberment of larger tracts of woodland and farmland for very expensive, lucrative real estate speculation and development is completely rampant. I wondered to myself what forces could have deterred all development of this area in such a heated real estate market, while so many acres of less accessible prime woodland and farmland has been devastated by the developers on eastern Long Island.

The reasons for the total lack of development in this area became clear when I found out this is an "old" military facility. Furthermore this is in close proximity to Fort Pond, where my family used to come for late summer vacations in the late 1950s, and may have some connection to what appears to be an involvement to some degree in Montauk project activities on my part--an involvement which according to my consistent intuition dates from a rather early age. As does Camp Hero, this area has lots of "roller coaster" hills, most not more than 75 feet in elevation. It is indisputable that many of the hills at Camp Hero are manmade and conceal underground facilities--I feel strongly the same is true at the Navy base.

According to information relayed to me, the old Navy base is currently an active site for the "New World Order"-related Navy contingent running the present-day "Montauk Boys" mind control operations, and subjectively speaking, I would have to say the "vibes" and the general energy in this neck of the woods is palpably weird, negative and downright disturbing, as I will soon elaborate on.

On July 7 I decided first to take the Long Island Rail Road from East Hampton to Montauk, as the line runs smack through the middle of the Fort Pond Bay area in question--the trip serving a double purpose as my son wanted to take a train ride. I had not taken the train along this stretch in probably thirty-five or more years. For some strange reason, although the train's speed was quite rapid while going through the woods of Hither Hills State Park (directly to the west of Koppelman County Park--which appears to "cover" some of the old Navy base property--and the Navy base itself) the train slowed to a literal crawl while traversing the Navy base area, both on the trip into Montauk and on the westbound trip later.

What was also very strange is that on the westbound trip through the Navy base--no more than a mile from the train station, I became aware of a strong melancholy, withdrawn and depressive state of mind which not only came over me and even more so over my five year old son, but seemed very definitely to affect everyone else in our car to some extent--this while the train crawled slowly along. As the train left the area and picked up speed going into the Hither Hills the mood seemed to noticeably lift and lighten all around, though I must say my son seemed affected by this negative energy the rest of the day.

(I think its likely the trains have to slow down here to decrease interference of some kind from the diesel locomotives with certain [electromagnetic] activities going on underground).

I can also recount an episode from summer 1986, when I went with my parents for a hike in the creeping dunes area of Hither Hills. As I recall there was an access road somewhere north of Montauk Highway at the eastern end of Napeague (possibly through the Lazy Point vicinity) from which one could enter this section of the park on foot.

Although it was a rather typical hot and muggy day, no one seemed to be feeling any discomfort at the outset. Yet within about 15 minutes, my mother, then in her early 60s and in quite good health, suddenly and without any apparent outward cause (such as spoiled food, heat, or whatever) became nearly totally incapacitated, though very vague as to what exactly was bothering her.

She just appeared totally sapped of energy physically and mentally and felt very faint; she indicated that all she wanted to do was get out of the area. To me there was even at the time something really weird about this, as there didn't seem to be any specific ailment or symptom which my mom could put into words--just felt terrible--really ill all over. The condition did not persist or show itself to be any kind of medical or other problem. She recovered rather quickly--within a half hour or so after leaving. This has always stuck in my mind as a very bizarre occurrence.

While waiting for the return train I and my son took a short walk to the so-called "bottomless" pond immediately north across Industrial Road from Fort Pond. Peter Moon has noted that this small (perhaps 300 feet in diameter)  body of water is completely separate from Fort Pond and is reported to be exceptionally deep. Montauk being the remnants of an undersea volcanic mountain, perhaps this is an extinct lava tube filled with water. To the best of my ability I attempted to visually ascertain whether this body of water was notably and unusually deep, and it certainly seemed to be so: the water right at the edges of the pond was very dark. The bottom of the pond was not visible anywhere that I could see; it drops off immediately at the sides except for some boulders, and I was unable to touch the bottom right next to the banks with a stick roughly 10 feet long. This in direct contrast to Fort Pond itself no more that twenty-five feet away, where the sandy, gravelly bottom is clearly visible, and gently slopes away in rather normal pond-like fashion.

Subsequently I drove to the old Navy base area on Fort Pond Bay--first to Navy Road, which runs (roughly) east to west along the shore of Fort Pond Bay, and was again struck by the rather inexplicable depressive atmosphere here.

Considering the general milieu and economic base of East Hampton Township and indeed of most of the Montauk area and the generally agreeable way this area is geographically situated above Fort Pond Bay, one would rather expect the "look and feel" of the area to be much more pleasant and appealing. Yet the feeling around there is strongly grim, unfriendly, unappealing, somewhat dilapidated and oppressive overall. Right after turning off Second House Road towards Navy Road I noticed a small landscaping/ topsoil operation with no clearly observable sign or business name, which gave off a strange vibe and seemed to be an especially run-down business, though two young men were working--in slow motion--digging in one of the piles of material. I spotted a sign on a post which read -- "Smile. You're under observation by our new 24-hour surveillance camera." (!?!?). It seemed impossible for me to believe that this run-down dirt-fill operation was the subject of such severe and continuous intrusions as to warrant 24-hour surveillance!

Continuing west on Navy Road directly north of the railroad tracks, one comes to the end of this small neighborhood and approaches a locked gate, beyond which the road continues into the heart of the old Navy base itself.

The roller coaster-style hills abound in this area. A definitely unfriendly man exiting through the gate on foot at this time responded monosyllabically in the affirmative to my queries as to whether this was an access to the County park and which direction exactly one would go. Peter Moon had just informed me that when he visited this area, he crossed over the railroad tracks to the south and soon came across large quantities of trash and waste materials strewn throughout the woods of what is apparently Koppelman County Park. This would without doubt be illegal dumping of a decidedly nasty variety, as these woods are supposed to be for nature preservation and recreation; as well there are a number of residences in relatively close proximity.



After leaving the Navy Road area I turned up a road which roughly parallels the railroad tracks and Navy Road to the south (I think an extension of Industrial Road) and found myself behind a large trash-hauling truck from Mickey's of Montauk which continued west on this road past the small neighborhood of a dozen or so homes, whence the truck turned right into a large clearing--apparently a workyard for Mickey's trash -hauling operation.

As it turns out this would be directly south of the area where Peter Moon had seen all the garbage illegally dumped! A couple of workers at this location, as with the workers at the landscaping/topsoil facility back a ways, seemed to be moving in a dazed, almost robotic fashion. (Mind controlled slave workers?) East Hampton Town, of course, has authorized, designated landfill and recycling areas and the woods west of the village of Montauk is not one of these. Without doubt something peculiar, unpleasant and illegal is going on with this secretive dumping of trash, and there is very often a mafia connection to such illegal dumping in the northeastern U.S.--particularly in New York and New Jersey. The mafia has already been shown to be connected to covert, clandestine government operations in the Long Island area.

Could there be a connection between this dumping activity and secret projects? I believe there could be. Underground facilities generate waste just like any others--in fact would likely generate a fair amount of fairly toxic waste due to the nature of much of the clandestine activities. As for the more typical types of garbage generated by the large numbers of people who work and even live in these underground installations, where is this sizable quantity of trash supposed to go? These thousands of people are not considered residents of the Town of East Hampton and cannot be a factor in any demographic data for the town in terms of waste management operations and planning; so, where does all the garbage from the underground go? Could it be it's hauled out by mafia-connected trash-hauling outfits who bring it to the woods near the old Navy base--among other places--for illegal disposal?! Also, consider what the subliminal effect would be upon someone hiking in the area and coming upon lots of rotting trash. Yech! Let's go elsewhere!--a result surely quite desirable to those operating the subterranean facilities.




Preston Nichols had made a comment to me that while he had been working with the Air Force at Camp Hero on the Hale-Bopp operation, most of the moving around between different underground locations was done with golf carts. He further noted that there were extremely long corridors or tunnels going as far as Block Island offshore from Montauk Point to the east, and extending underground westward to East Hampton.

In agreement with this statement by Nichols, and also in agreement with information noted earlier in this report about the presence of unusual hydrants or standpipes and a triple phase power line in the Stony Hill area of East Hampton (known to have had bunkers and undergrounds dating to WW2), there is yet another area of the Town of East Hampton where there is a notable and rather illogical lack of real estate development. This is a surprisingly large area in fact, right between the Stony Hill and Fireplace neighborhoods on the north and East Hampton Village on the south. As this has never even been productive farmland, the pressures for real estate development of these scrub woods would logically be extreme, and yet there is virtually no such development in an area several miles square. There is extensive development further out from the village in all directions, yet not here. This is sort of an island of rather thoroughly preserved woods here surrounded by very high- priced sub-rural homesites. It just seems inexplicable to me, considering the general thrust of real estate development in this region. Also in this general area there is a small antenna farm with some decidedly unusual looking receivers and other equipment.

I think this is probably the location of the East Hampton underground and that as with the Shadmoor region of Montauk--a Camp Hero annex in the Ditch Plains area discussed in Part 4 of my first report, the Montauk Navy base and Camp Hero itself, extensive development is not allowed so as to prevent any kind of interference or conflict with the underground facilities that such development might precipitate.

This material is excerpted from PHOENIX UNDEAD: The Montauk Project and Camp Hero Today.

All material Copyright © 1998

John A. Quinn/NewsHawk Inc

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All text within this document is the sole property

of John A. Quinn/Newshawk Inc.


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