Andrew Basiago

Chrononaut

Early Jumps

Andrew Basiago is a bit of an outlier in the Secret Space Program lore although he is one of the first, since he began speaking in 2004. He is not technically the first, of course, because Michael Relfe published his story in the year 2000 and now, just recently, Jean Charles Moyen has discovered amongst his affairs an old cassette that he had recorded in 1992; of which he had also spoken on a French radio station the same year. Andrew was experimented upon as a six-year-old child in a secret DARPA program that centered around time-travel and time-space/ space-time-travel. His experiences were thus different from those of the others I’ve spoken about because most of the others were experimented upon by CIA-run programs, their offshoots or the various branches of the military. He has some interesting opinions and speculations with which I quite frankly disagree, and with some I do agree; but I will leave for the end of this little chapter my own ideas about where Andy is right and where he’s wrong. For now, I will simply describe some of his experiences.

It’s fun to listen to him speak because he’s quite erudite and has an impressive vocabulary. He uses words like “ambit” casually in a sentence. Sometimes he misuses words too, such as “vortal” when I think he means “vortical”. He is very descriptive and remembers all the place-names of all the places he has ever travelled to, plus everyone’s middle initial. He is a lawyer and also has two further Masters degrees. However, he can no longer practice law since he is legally blind; because his eyes and kidneys suffered enormous damage from the strange radiation that all the portals he had jumped through as a child and young man emitted.

When he was six years old, all the fun began. His father, Raymond Basiago (Basha’go) was a WW2 ambulance driver. After the war he earned a Bachelor of Science degree in electrical engineering. After the 1952 fly-over of Washington DC by Germans (Andy believes it was an alien fly-over; may we know the truth one day), he was contacted by an Air Force Colonel who ordered him to report to the Curtis Wright aeronautical company in Woodridge, New Jersey where he designed a certain important metal alloy. Between 1956-1964 he worked at the Thomas Edison Labs in West Orange, New Jersey. There, a group of secret scientists became fixated upon enacting the experiments designed by Tesla in his last papers, several trunks of which were illegally pounced upon straight after his death on January 7, 1943 in his lonely New Yorker hotel-room. They were making an energetic array in the form of two opposing arced armatures which they fired up with an exotic form of energy. The legend goes that a technician crossed the energy’s path as he reached down for a screwdriver and then he tumbled through to Africa. It took him five weeks to find his way back to New Jersey but when he did the scientists realized they had created a teleporter.

After several experiments (upon unfortunates) fine-tuning their apparatus, Andrew’s father decided it was time for them to try the device themselves. It was early 1968 and one day father and son drove to Building 68 of the Curtis Wright facility. Before jumping, the six-year-old boy was carefully trained to jump all the way through the energy- or to risk losing a limb- and they also made him memorize a street-plan of Santa Fe, New Mexico. “We might get separated. I need you to wait for me in this case”, his father told him. On the count of three they jumped into the vortical tunnel of bluish-white light and remained inside it for a short span of time with their hair whirling wildly; and indeed they became separated. Andy recalls feeling terribly afraid and that it took his father a full half- hour to find him. Since I am a mother, this fact really freaks me out, to think about one of my tender-aged children being lost and alone in a strange place for an indeterminate period of time- but let’s get back to the story. They had landed on a hillside at the State Capitol grounds of Santa Fe. His father found a car after first finding Andy, and they drove to the nearby Los Alamos Sandia labs to meet with Harold M. Agnew, who was the head of this teleportation project- dubbed Project Pegasus- and who had also been one of the main scientists from the Manhattan Project. Harold asked Raymond “how was your trip?” And Raymond replied “fine- and fast!”. “Oh! Did you take the… you know?” “Yes, have you tried it?” “No, but I want to”. And then he asked “how old” as he looked at the young Andrew, and father and son replied “six!”

Between the years of 1968 and 1973, Andrew made quite a few jumps, some of which traversed through time as well. In the Fall of 1971 for example, Andy and his father accessed the early summer of 1973 somewhere in New Mexico, and they spent an entire “secret summer” there, since they then returned to New Jersey in September, 1971. He recalls two more secret summers as well. He believes there were a total of one hundred and forty children who were enlisted in Project Pegasus. He explains that as a form of motivation, or entreatment, the children were told by a teacher-figure-woman something to this effect: “kids, we know you are afraid to travel through time and the multiverse. And so we want you to know that you cannot die. However, should your body die during any of these trips, you will enter a tunnel similar to the ones you have accessed here with us at Curtis Wright; and there you might meet a deceased relative or a special angel who will guide you on the other side…”. It is so interesting that the deep-state knows all about this but that we outsiders must come to this same conclusion on our own circuitously- if and only if we listen to enough near-death experiences. The main danger these children faced as they jumped through the Tesla Energetic Array- the concept of which was given to popular culture through the concept of a “tesseract” from Madeleine L’Engle’s 1962 book A Wrinkle In Time¹- was to become lost in time should the whirling tunnel land too far in the past, when there weren’t yet Tesla Energetic Arrays for them to jump back home through, or to lose a body-part. In fact both scenarios did come to pass: there was a boy who lost a foot and a girl named Heather who became altogether lost somewhere in time.

Meanwhile the Project Pegasus think-tank were working on other forms of time-travel. Some of the dangers of the Tesla Energetic Array could thus be avoided by using a different modality. Sometimes they would be induced to simply leave their bodies. Andrew recalls being placed on a big, circular table with his head in the middle and his feet at the edge. They would spin him fast all the while he would be gazing upon a spiral that was directly in front of his field of vision- on the ceiling perhaps. He was asked to “soften his gaze” and at this point his soul could and would pop out of his body and fly up through the building’s roof and into the sky. As he flew higher and higher he would finally stop at a sort of black-and-white train-trestle type boundary. When he later reported this finding to the grown-ups and inquired about it, one of them answered “ we don’t know, but others are reporting the same thing. We are thinking that this might be the skeleton upon which the hologram we all find ourselves is built…”

Another important form of time-travel for the Project Pegasus team was accomplished using a contraption called a Chronovisor. Its mechanics were discovered in the 1950’s at the Vatican by two scientific Bishops or Cardinals named Ernetti and Jumelli. They had been working with the Solfeggio scale whose hertz numerations are 174, 285, 396, 417, 528, 639, 741, 852 and 963- all of whose numbers can be reduced to 3, 6 or 9, interestingly. I am not sure how the unit we call hertz came to be, but still this 3/6/9 aspect inherent in the frequencies of Gregorian chants recalls Tesla’s statement that our universe is built upon threes, sixes and nines. ANYWAY the two scientists were using these frequencies, trying to understand them, and somehow while they began playing with crystals simultaneously (bismuth) a sort of window opened up and one of the bishop-scientists heard his own father’s voice from many years before uttering his unique nickname- “my little zuchini”! Perhaps this had a better ring to it in Italian? The two realized they had discovered a form of time-travel. The team at project Pegasus had gotten wind of this discovery and futzed around with bismuth, sound and electro-magnetic pulses until they became accurate at zeroing in on a particular time. Andrew explains that the Chronovisor was either a screen for viewing or an actual gateway-to-the-past-or-future if one placed oneself in the screen’s line of action. In this manner, Andrew was shown many things, first by viewing and then by time-travelling physically.

One of the most mind-blowing things he saw was some of the life of Yeshu. He saw him preaching and then he and his cohort also saw him being crucified which he said was absolutely horrendous. He described it as a concentration of the purest evil like an angry hornet’s nest. A lady-friend of his father’s couldn’t watch and only caught a few glimpses through her hands. His father asked her “why are you so upset?” And after she replied “I am seeing them crucify my Lord”, he said “don’t worry, we have also seen him resurrect! Three days later, two angels came down and moved the rock from his crypt’s entrance and stood beside him while he sprang back to life!”

When used as a time-machine, the Chronovisor’s action would wear off after about fifteen minutes. The team of scientists would view all sorts of things and sometimes they would send Andrew there to make sure something transpired correctly, particularly if they saw Andrew there in the past already, through the screen! Just such a case occurred when they were viewing George Washington about to order his troops to withdraw from New York Harbor. There was Andrew advising him to withdraw immediately or suffer an immediate loss and to lose the opportunity to found one of the greatest social experiments ever created, in the form of a country built upon freedom. The scientists listened carefully to what Andrew was telling George, wrote it down and taught it to him. They feared if they didn’t send him it could create a disastrous paradox… He was taught to say:

"General George Washington, my name is Andrew and I am a time-traveler from your own future, from the year 1972.  I am working for the country you will found. You see, General, the winning of this war will lead to the formation of the greatest nation the world has ever known.  But sir, General Washington, none of these propitious events shall unfold unless you remove your troops immediately from New York Harbor."
And then "well, Andrew, I am shocked!  How do I know that you are from another time?"
"Well, General I knew you might not believe me and so I brought you a talisman.  Surely this is not from your time?"

And with that Andrew showed him a little plasticized hologram of a bald eagle. And George replied “ well no… I’ll have to show this to old Ben. And I will order the immediate retreat of our troops”. To this day, scholars of the Revolutionary War are mystified by George Washington’s sudden decision to withdraw at such a critical moment in time.

Andrew was also sent to the Ford Theater eight times to view the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. Each visit, things would be slightly different. One time Andrew saw a dandy walk by with two beautiful damsels, and another time there was only one damsel. The Lincolns were late upon more than one of these forays- by about fifteen minutes; but always he would be shot. Andrew believes these discrepancies prove the multiverse.

As a form of “thank you” to Andrew for performing so many feats of daring, they sent him to Gettysburg to hear Lincoln’s famous address. For this trip he was sent back in time via a “Plasma Confinement Chamber”. After entering the zone-of-action of this machine, Andrew whirled around as though in a tempest and lost his shoes, hat and one sock, but nevertheless he arrived in a field near Gettysburg in one piece. He asked a passerby “which way Gettysburg?” And as he followed the instructions and walked down the road, a gentleman found him, took pity upon him and outfitted him with shoes, a coat and a hat, in town in a little shop. Once he made his way to the crowd, he ran across a five-year-younger version of his own father. But when he said “Hi Paw”, the man was shocked and replied “I ain’t your Paw” -in order to not change something perhaps? I do not know why he wouldn’t say hello properly. But it was this sighting of his own son aged five years older than he was at the time of Raymond’s own jump that convinced Raymond that Andrew was destined to be part of these programs. Then Andrew faded out of view in Gettysburg and back into view in New Jersey, 1972, before he had actually heard the speech but after a photo was taken of him in the foreground of a crowd. This is the only classified photo in the National Archives.

He is the ten-year old who is all alone.

There is one more crazy adventure I would like to relate from his childhood before we move on to Mars. He was returning from one jump or another to New Jersey from Santa Fe and made it back to Curtis Wright labs, then to school and then he walked home. But the door was locked and there was a different woman living in his house! He persisted when she wouldn’t let him in and finally she let him in and got the entire story out of him. She was a rather beneficent person and allowed him to stay there for a week during which time she was somehow able to contact the government and explain the situation. I can’t imagine trying to “contact the government” today with all the phone-robots and websites of maddening, circular frustration and time-waste! His father came to pick him up and took him back to his correct universe…. It is indeed amazing that they were able to find a way to pinpoint where he had gone and to find a way to bring him back.

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Mars

His childhood came to an end and so did all these experiments with children and time-machines. Time went on though, as it is wont to do, until Andrew entered his freshman year at UC San Diego. He became a literature major and had dreams of becoming a Great American Writer. He had a great year but strange things would happen. Once he was drugged with Everclear and dumped in a dumpster in Tijuana. He was expected to find his way back and believes that someone was testing his dexterity with difficult situations. During his second semester, his father told him “you need to transfer to UCLA.” “But why, Dad, I love the beach here!” “Because we are going to be doing something there.”

At the beginning of the summer, his father informed him “we’re going to be going on a camping trip. We’re going to Lake Siskiyous”. Then he perceived a time anomaly which he has been unable to explain ever since. He saw his father walk backwards slowly to the bedroom part of the house, and then things sped up again, his father walked back towards him and said the same thing again.

The next day, they drove North six hundred miles to the lake. They stayed one day and a Thomas Stillings with his son Brett arrived and took the adjacent campsite. Thomas said to Raymond “Ray, you don’t know me but we work for the same company.” The next morning, the two fathers drove with their children into the town, informed them they were going to go into the McCloud Market and to wait for them in the car, and asked them not to go anywhere. When Andy saw his father come back out fifteen minutes later he had about five days of beard-growth on his face, so he must have done a quick jaunt from the back of the store.

On the last night of their trip the fathers told their kids “Andy and Brett, you two will be attending a class tomorrow up at the College of the Siskiyous.” Andrew replied “really Dad, I thought we came here for fishing or waterskiing?” “No, we brought you up here to take a class.” “About what?” “Everything about Mars.” “But why, I am not interested, I want to be a writer.” “Because some of you will be going there!” It was August, 1980, the year John Bonham died.

The next day, the fathers and sons started walking in a diagonal direction toward another campground. The younger ones scampered ahead and on the way they ran into none other than Buzz Aldrin, who said to them “Andy, Brett! Pleased to meet you! You two are going to be doing something I did a while back- and that’s going off-planet! Let me tell you, it’s an experience of a lifetime!”

And finally, the next day the class began in an extension building of the College of the Siskiyous. In the class were several other people, including Barry Soetoro, would later change his name to Barack Obama, Regina Doogan, Willie McCool and Bernard Mendez. They all signed NDAs. Andrew felt a feeling of inevitability, as though he had no choice in this matter. They weren’t asked, they were told. Ed Dames was their teacher (although he has denied this) for the day and spoke about the kind of invaluable service-to-country where no one knows your name.

Andrew says he jumped to Mars about twenty times via an ARC- Aeronautical Repositioning Chamber. The building this “space elevator” was situated in was located at 999 North Sepulveda Drive near LAX- or something close to that- I am only sure about the 999. Let’s take a moment to recollect that the sneaky elite love the number six six six; and they can sneak it in by tripling nines as well, since they get thrilled by inversions and contortions.

On Mars, Andrew and his colleagues saw, and were chased by, giant reptiles and insects. One young man was bitten in half by a sixteen-foot-tall reptile whose head was chicken-like. They saw a giant insect with ten-to-twelve legs and saber teeth, and it was roughly the size of a “small garbage truck”. The atmosphere was thin but breathable. He remembers returning to class one day with Martian dust on his boots and someone remarked upon it, asking him “are you working construction to pay your way through college?” “No this dust is from Mars”. “Oh I knew they were doing stuff like that!” Obama made some of these jumps as well; and in vain Andrew had hoped during Obama’s eight years of presidency that he would disclose to the whole world our proficiency with jump-room travel.

I believe Andrew is telling the truth about all these wild things, however, after watching at least twenty interviews with him, I have noticed that he retains a certain bitterness about others’ visits to the red planet. And he falls for a logical fallacy when he proclaims that because he jumped to Mars about twenty times, and to different locations, and didn’t see any Germans, that therefore there can be no Germans there at all. It is a large planet and maybe they were deliberately sent to a different area? Maybe the architects of the jumping missions WANTED to hide the German presence from them because they believed these youngsters had no need-to-know. Need-to-know is carefully and jealously bestowed downward toward the lower chambers within any hierarchical pyramid-structured authority; and it is difficult indeed to ever gain access to the information sequestered laterally in a lower level, or from a different brick on the same floor, as it were.

It is their favorite way of keeping secrets- and I must say it is very effective. Sadly, Andrew has called Michael Salla disingenuous for publishing Randy Cramer’s and Tony Rodrigues’s stories. He thinks Penny Bradley is lying. But at the same time all these people respect Andrew highly, interview him and trust his testimony. As I said in the beginning, I think some of the issue with the discrepancies in these people’s testimonies is the compartmentalization of America’s agencies- DARPA, CIA, NSA etc. I would like to remind the reader that Tony has all but proven his own testimony by visiting (in 2023) the very mobile building he was tortured in at Inyokern, California; by correctly knowing beforehand certain characteristics of the beaches of Vashon Island, Washington; and by securing the help of some concerned local Peruvians who found the actual decommissioned Commando plane he had flown in so many times in the early 80’s, and who also affirmed for him certain aspects of the cocaine-producing town (where foreigners dare not tread) he had spent three years in. He knew the exact year that that town made their new plaza- from cocaine-derived revenue! Another thing- Andrew likes Donald Rumsfeld and Hillary Clinton because he met them both when they were young and they were “good people”. Well I am sure they are in their way- we are all children of God however twisted we get. These are mysteries I am hoping to ask God someday after I cross- how can these people do these things? These are the reasons I take Andrew Basiago’s analysis with a grain of salt, but his memories I trust.

A Quick Disclaimer

I did my best to paraphrase Andrew’s story for this Secret Space Program overview I am doing, but bear in mind I may have made a mistake or two- and that goes for every chapter.

1. When Andrew told his father about the book A Wrinkle In Time- which I read so many times- and said “hey, Dad, look at this book. It’s like what we did! He replied “yes, we gave that to her, to create disinformation”.