I doubted the official story from the moment something hit the Pentagon, but mostly kept quiet. When 99.9% of America seemed to believe it, I tried, I really did. But I was also watching everywhere for other explanations (mostly "From the Wilderness"). I watched the push for an investigation. When I discovered that Henry Kissinger would head the investigation I knew with 100% certainty that all was deception.

I felt that I should DO SOMETHING to let others know. The fact that they would kill, lie, steal, blame others to advance a hidden agenda activated me.

If not me, Who? If not Now, When?

I wrote a 1,700 word essay on my journey to the truth, it is here: http://www.sheilacasey.com/2008/12/compound-fractured-fairy-tale.html

And begins:

Once upon a time a child was born in a place called the land of the free and the home of the brave. She was told that she was very, very lucky to be born in this land, the best country on earth. In school every morning, her entire class stood, placed their hands over their hearts, and solemnly recited a Pledge of Allegiance to her nation’s flag. After that the class sang a stirring song about the greatness of this land and its purple mountain’s majesty. The same songs were heard on Independence Day, and, as the music swelled to a crescendo, tears filled the child’s eyes with gratitude for being a citizen of such a wonderful land.

In other countries, rulers did terrible things to their people, but few of their people would hear about it, as the newspapers printed only lies in support of the evil rulers. That would never happen in her country, Amerika, where the right of free speech had been enshrined for centuries as the first and the most important amendment in the founding documents of the republic. She learned that although her country had fought in many wars, it was always as either a victim of an unprovoked attack, or as a brave ally to those who were innocent victims.

The years passed and she lived her life with little regard to the work of her government. She voted every four years, wearing proudly her “I voted” sticker for the rest of the day.

To be sure, there were disturbing occurrences every now and then. A president was gunned down in broad daylight on a city street, then later his brother, an influential senator, was killed. A charismatic leader of the descendants of the slaves was shot and killed at the height of his popularity. But each time, thanks to quick police work, the lone nuts who committed these deeds were located within hours and punished, making the streets safe once again.

She understood that there were poor people, those living under bridges and eating cat food. But she also knew, because it was endlessly repeated, that anyone could succeed in Amerika, and those at the pinnacle of wealth and power were simply more talented and harder working than everyone else.

Her confidence in the integrity of her government continued until an event, quite suddenly, changed it. Amerika attacked a country which had done nothing to threaten it. The video of bombs falling on an innocent city filled her with sorrow and shame. She stood in her office and cried.

Then she resolved to find out how such a thing could have been perpetrated by a land that was a beacon of freedom to all mankind...

I felt sick, shocked, scared, aghast, anxious, distressed, inconsolable, and much more. I soon became fustrated when no one else wanted to hear how I came to the conclusion that 9/11 was an inside job. It seemed so obvious and easy to see. All one needed to do is look at the evidence for themselves.

When on the day itself I saw the towers collapse I told my husband that they were controlled demolitions and in my naivety I assumed the buildings were designed to collapse in this way when there was a risk of them falling over causing more damage than if they collapsed into themselves.
When I saw the third building collapse I again assumed that was the case.

At the time I worked really hard and life sort of took me places away from 911, but when I moved from Holland to New Zeraland in 2005 the pace of my life changed and I had the time to spare to research that day again and after three to four months I remember telling my mother in law in the car on our way to do some shopping that I thought that 911 was an inside job and it was at that moment that I woke up to the horrific implications and the evil that was capable to perpetrate such an attack on their own and the worlds citizenry.

I did not feel exited or happy to be part of something big. I felt petrified and isolated and I knew that I could never walk away from this and that when I started to talk to people about this I would be called a nutter and a conspiracy theorist and I really did not need that in my life.

I was luckier than most. Neither my mother in law nor my father in law nor my husband refused to hear the truth. Most of my friends are of the reality based community and they did not reject me either. That is why I can move the earth when it comes to facing those in denial with ease and confidence. I know I'm not alone.

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