Written from Deputy Wheeler's point of view, these diary entries serve to flesh out Wheeler's character by detailing his activities prior to Homecoming. It also gives a revealing look into the descriptively paranoid point-of-view Wheeler has of the world and how he thinks highly of conspiracy theories.
Open your eyes!
You open your eyes, you might just start seeing what’s really going on in the world.
For now, just think about this:
There were a total of six moon landings between 1969 and 1972. Over the next three decades, we’ve managed to make laptop computers, cell phones the size of credit cards, advances in DNA testing; yet we’ve never managed to get back to the moon.
So without any hard evidence, what makes you believe we ever actually landed on the moon in the first place? If we can’t do it now, how the hell did we do it back then?
I can’t tell you who I am because I don’t want to ruffle my boss’s feathers. He made it a rule - no personal time on the computer. This computer’s strictly for work.
But I know how to use this thing better than he does. I can hide my tracks. I have to make sure that if I ever need to go looking for a new job, I can still get a decent referral. That is, if I can ever track him down.
So all I can say right now is that I know things. I know about things that maybe you know about, maybe you don’t. Either way, it’s not my job to convince you that you’ve been lied to. It’s my job to make you question what you’ve been told.
Only then can we start to REALLY understand what’s going on around here.
My boss looked into buying some traffic cameras a while back. You know, to catch speeders? Right.
If those cameras are supposed to snap a photo right at the moment of a crime, why do they always keep running, shooting video, day and night?
Most people don’t realize that. They think, SNAP, and they’re busted. But those cameras; they’re always watching you.
So make sure you’re watching them.
Do you borrow books from the library?
Hey, don’t get me wrong, reading is good for you. In fact, the government is so happy that you’re reading, they want to know what you’re reading as well.
So remember, every swipe of that library card sends a nice little byte of information to your friendly FBI office letting them know just what it is you’ve checked out.
It could be Huckleberry Finn or it could be Mein Kampf. Which one do you think they’ll be more interested in? I’m sure they’ll come knocking at your door one day to tell you.
I ordered some crypto software so I can stay hidden online. That way I can tell you more about me. I shouldn’t really be so worried, should I? I mean, we live in a free country where I can say whatever I want, right?
A fun little fact for you: You have a cell phone, right? Of course, everyone does. Now you realize that when you talk on that cell phone, the information is transmitted to a cell tower, which then bounces it to a satellite, back down to another cell tower and into the phone of whoever you’re talking to. Did you ever wonder what happens to all that information as it’s just flying through the air like that? Did you ever wonder who might be listening?
“Sure,” you say, “I knew that. I’m not that naive. I would never say anything really private on my cell phone. What else you got, old man?”
All right, well what would you say if I told you that even when your cell phone is off, someone can still listen in on your conversations? Take a look at the little mic on your phone. Take a good look at it. Do you think it’s off right now? Say something. Speak into the mic.
Ever wonder why when you’re not using your phone, the battery is still getting drained? It’s not because that little digital clock is ticking, I’ll tell you that.
I feel like a criminal (which is ironic considering what I do for a living. More on that soon).
Today I stayed late and installed that new software. It hides files, lets me surf anonymously and erases any trace of me on the Internet. My boss will never know.
About that. My boss hasn’t really been around for a while. I guess I’m sort of in charge here now. But that’s why he hired me. I mean, a sheriff needs a good deputy to handle things when he’s not around, right?
So now you know. I’m a deputy. It’s a small town and I’m not so sure I want the sheriff’s office being connected to my personal feelings about what’s going on in the world out there. There’s the public image to think about. You see, when I’m wearing the badge, the gun is loaded and my walkie is on, I’m Deputy Wheeler. But behind the uniform is a man on a mission. I want people to know what I know, to see what I’ve seen.
And believe me, where I live, I’ve seen it all.
That’s all for now. In the meantime, wear big reflective sunglasses - keeps those ATM cameras from seeing your face.
So make sure you're watching them.
I don't really have the time to tell you about any of life's great mysteries today. Instead, I'm gonna tell you a little bit about life here in Shepherd's Glen.
The travel brochure reads: “Come and relax in Shepherd's Glen.” That's supposed to make people want to come here. I suppose if it said “Come and relax in Shepherd's Glen, where it's gray and foggy, no one talks to you and there's all sorts of secret shit going on behind closed doors,” people wouldn't come visit, would they?
Well, between you and me, I haven't seen a tourist here in a hell of a long time. No one comes to visit anymore. And the people who live here aren't exactly all that friendly anymore.
None of this should surprise me. Every town has its secrets.
I remember when I took this job, the sheriff told me that Shepherd's Glen was a place where I'd never have to load my gun.
But when the sheriff himself takes off and doesn't come back, maybe it's time to load your gun, son.
I didn't always used to think like this. I was a skeptic, same as most people. But then I came here. In the last few years, I've seen more strange shit than most people have seen in their whole lives. I started thinking that maybe there might be other people like me out there. People who QUESTION things.
If I can't figure out what's been going on around here, maybe somebody out there can. So if anything I'm saying rings any bells, send me a line. I could use the help. I'm feeling kind of alone out here.
I just got something new on the radar I wanna talk to you about. They're called ChemTrails.
Now when an ordinary plane flies overhead it leaves what they call a “contrail.” But ChemTrails are different. They last much longer and dissipate into the air, leaving the sky overcast. They usually show up in a crisscross pattern. There have been documented sightings of these things all over the world.
The reason this caught my attention was because of the weather aspect of the story. This town is so damned gloomy, I can't remember the last time I saw sunshine. Could this be what's causing it? And if it is, who's behind it?
Of course, the usual suspects come to mind: the federal government, NATO, the UN, the pharmaceutical industry, the oil companies, the list goes on. But what are they trying to do? And why are they doing it HERE?
Speaking of who's behind it all, you should be aware of who's really running the world out there. We all think we live in a democracy, right? We elect our leaders. Power comes from the people. Sure, if by “the people” you mean 325 guys who meet once a year in secret.
I'm talking about the Trilateral Commission. It's a group that was founded back in the 70s by the wealthiest and most powerful men in the world. They're the ones who are really calling the shots.
Think I'm making this up. A lot of our top politicians are or were a part of this group at one time, including a couple of presidents. Wanna know which ones? Look it up. You'll be amazed.
I wouldn't say I've given up on my boss ever coming back, but I sure as hell wouldn't put money on it. He knew something was up here. Maybe he got too close to figuring it out and someone decided to shut him up.
Now that I mention it, this station isn't as secure as it could be. If anyone reading this didn't want me spilling the beans on what's really going on, they wouldn't have to do much to take me out. I'm gonna have to work on locking this place down.
Lucky for me, I haven't really figured anything out, so I guess I'm safe for now.
I might have spoken too soon. I don't think anyone's really safe around here any more. The population in this town has been dwindling for years, but I'm starting to notice that people are just GONE. The missing person reports are stacking up, and I'm the only one working here. What the hell am I supposed to do by myself?
I mentioned that the tourists had stopped coming long ago, that there were no new faces in town. Well, that may be true, but I get the feeling SOMEBODY is here. You can never quite see them - they disappear before you get a good look. But there are people roaming around this town who aren't supposed to be here.
I put a new set of locks on the front door to the station. That's just for starters.
I learned a little bit more about those ChemTrails. Apparently, one theory is that what they're spraying into the air is iron oxide - little particles of metal that can get into your body and poison you. The question is, why is the government doing this?
Well, the big idea is that the federal government is actually behind global warming, that releasing these metal particles into the air reflects sunlight, heating up the atmosphere.
Now, I can believe an awful lot, but I think the verdict is pretty much in on what's causing global warming. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that pumping all that CO2 into the air is eventually gonna turn this planet into an arboretum. Hey, at least we'll be able to grow orchids.
Today I decided to reach out to some of the local leaders here in town. They've pretty much ignored me since my boss left, but I figure I need SOMEONE to listen to me if we're gonna save this town from falling apart.
I stopped by the judge's office but it was empty. It looked like nobody had been there for a while. I tried the local doctor's office too. I swear I could hear someone inside, but no one answered when I knocked. So I headed up to the mayor's mansion, and there I found the strangest thing:
Mayor Bartlett's vines had all been cut down. The mayor grows grapes for a little winery that his family has owned for ages. Somebody had gone through the entire field and hacked apart every single grapevine there. But wait, here's the kicker. On the edge of the field, someone had written a message in the dirt. It said: "Stop looking at me."
Did you know that Franklin Delano Roosevelt had prior knowledge of the attack on Pearl Harbor. He had been trying to get the U.S. to enter the war for years, but the people didn't want it. So when he got the intelligence that the Japanese were planning the attack, he did jack to stop it. He did, however, make sure that none of the aircraft carriers stationed at Pearl were in the actual harbor when the attack came. He needed the attack to be devastating enough to piss off the American public and get us into the war, but he couldn't let the entire fleet get destroyed.
I feel like that's what this town needs right now. Some big event to wake them up and make them realize what's going on. We need to mobilize here, people. I can't do this by myself. I'm just one man.
When people talk about the all the conspiracy stuff surrounding the Lincoln assassination, they always bring up the connections to JFK. Both their VPs were named Johnson, both their names have seven letters, etc, etc. Please, people, that's nothing. Here's something that's actually true.
Years after Lincoln's assassination, his son Robert fell off a railway platform onto the tracks. He was saved by Edwin Booth, John Wilkes Booth's brother. Robert Lincoln's life was saved by the brother of the man that killed his father. Talk about a small world.
Mary Todd Lincoln went crazy. Hey, can you blame her? She watched three of her kids die and her husband get shot in the back of the head. Her own son took her to court to try to have her committed. Grief can drive a person nuts. I've seen it firsthand. Reading this, you probably think I'm crazy. But I might just be the only sane person left in this place.
Good news. There's a girl here in town named Elle who's been trying to figure things out just like me. She's been posting flyers for missing people all over the place, so I told her to put them up on the bulletin board outside the station. You never know, it might help.
She seems even more clueless about this whole situation than I am, but it's good to have someone to talk to. I can't tell if she's listening to what I'm telling her or not. These young people, they've got no attention span.
But she's a fighter, I can tell that. She's got something driving her.
Reinforced the front door today. Fog's getting thicker. Sometimes when I walk, I can hear someone walking behind me, just beyond the fog. They stop when I stop. Maybe it's an echo. Maybe it's not.
I stocked the station with food Elle brought over. I brought some clothes and supplies from home. I'm not going back there for a while.
Things are getting worse, much worse. Most times I go outside now I don't see anyone at all. I know there are still people living here. I can hear them whispering.
At night I go up on the roof. I can't see the stars. It's too overcast. I can hear things moving around at night out there. It sounds like animals but...
Things are not right here. This isn't something I'm making up. There is something honest-to-God wrong with this place.
I've started going up on the roof a lot now. I want to be able to keep an eye on things, but it's not safe to go out in the streets. I told that to Elle but she doesn't listen, does she? She's trying to play detective. I told her that that was my job, and even I'm not stupid enough to go wandering around out there.
I gave her one of the walkies from the station and told her to check in whenever she can, just to let me know she's all right. I also told her it would be a good idea to radio me before she comes by. I don't wanna blow a hole in the door with my shotgun if I hear a noise and then find out it was her.
Something's wrong with my Internet connection. Sometimes it just stops working. How am I supposed to deal with all this if I have no connection to the outside world? I need answers, people. Doesn't anybody out there have some answers for me?
I'm no better off than when I started. I've been looking into the history of the town, and I've found a lot of interesting things, but nothing that gets me where I want to be. I've got theories, ideas, possibilities... But no one to discuss them with. Even Elle's tired of listening to me.
I wish I could just get pointed in the right direction.
I've made a decision. I'm boarding up the station. It's not safe out there and I'll be more good to the people in this town staying in here trying to use my brain than going out there trying to fight something I can't even see. The last thing I did before I locked the doors was to get a whole bunch of books about Shepherd's Glen from the town hall. Those should keep me busy for a while.
The Internet connection went out again. It's making me suspicious. Does somebody not want me posting this? Am I on to something? Maybe I'm getting too close to the truth.
Or maybe someone doesn't want me calling for help. That's a spooky thought. Why do they care about me? I'm just a run-down old deputy. Shit, what the hell they think I'm gonna do?
At least the walkies still work. Elle's been good about keeping in touch and letting me know she's all right. She's still at it out there, putting up flyers, keeping hope alive. But that can't last too much longer. No one can stay hopeful forever.
The Internet connection is shot. It comes and goes so sporadically I'll be surprised if this post even makes it out there. Someone or something is trying to isolate me. They don't want you to hear what I'm saying. Well, they may be able shut me up, but they can't do the same to you.
So I'll leave you with this, people. Learn from what's happened to me, because it could happen to you. Open your eyes to what's going on around you. Whoever did this here could do it in your town too. PAY ATTENTION. And don't believe the people in power when they say that everything is going to be okay.
Because it's not.