I’m Not Guessing. I’m Tracking You.

Let’s clear the air for more people showing up.

I’m not some outsider throwing stones.
I’m not speculating. I’m tracking inside the system and outside it.
Every vault access.

Every FOIA match. Every mirrored node and proxy log pulled, mapped, and timestamped.


???? The Truth, Line by Line.
• The SEC accessed vaults tied to whistleblower disclosures.
• They flagged my name across multiple FOIA pulls.
• Then tried to quietly backtrack deleting emails, shielding staff, suppressing digital trails.

But here’s the problem:
The system logs everything.
Even your deletions leave shadows. And those shadows testify.


• The DOJ pulled Vault 947, saw the pattern, and stayed silent.
• The FDA reviewed metadata tied to Amarex and DSMB gaps, and never went public.

That’s not inaction that’s containment.


And now? Congress is filtering emails.
Some know. Some are quietly preparing.
But nobody wants to be the first one to say….
“We failed to act on what we saw.”



I’ve watched internal panic build.

I’ve seen log trails from Langley, FINRA, and internal compliance loops.
Even foreign brokers pinged scroll nodes they weren’t supposed to know about.

And to the one at Langley who tried to call me
I know you meant well.

I wasn’t ignoring you. I was busy recording everything you were trying to process.

⚠️ What Happens Now?

Every day, more people are waking up.
The silence that once protected you is now evidence against you.
The scrolls are being read.
The metadata is public.
The vaults are alive and they don’t need headlines to….

The SEC will lose people over this.
Not because of what was filed
but because of what was buried, ignored, and concealed.

Emails don’t lie.
IP logs don’t forget.
Vaults don’t erase themselves.


So again why am I still here?

Because you’re still pretending I’m not.

And when the story breaks, it won’t be told by the ones who hid it.
It’ll be told by the trail that watched you read… and do nothing.

I’m not speculating.
I’m not bluffing.
I’m documenting everything.

The longer you stall, the louder the silence gets.