A couple of excerpts from the Will Thomas web site. I'll let the reader determine if this is a "reputable source."
All of my work is thoroughly documented and footnoted. Much of my current reporting is based on a trusted insider, well known to me over our 15 year working relationship. “Hank”--not his real name--is a behind-the-scenes player on the world stage who draws on extensive contacts in the US military and intelligence communities to reveal stories presented only on the pages of this website.
Rich says that the fences and the barricades surrounding the [World Trade Center] site remind him strongly of the Pearl Harbor memorial. Years ago in Oahu, on a day just like this, he had remarked to his business partner that he could feel the souls of drowned sailors around them. “They're still here,” Rich had said to his startled companion. “A lot of them haven't left.”
Now he says the same thing to me.
“They're here,” my friend exclaims over the phone.
“Who?” I ask.
“The people who died here. There's a lot of them. It's the same thing here. I have the exact same feeling I had at Pearl Harbor: lies and deception. It's the same message: 'Tell the truth. We were betrayed.' That's all I'm getting. I get the same feeling I got at the Arizona memorial… the same message: 'We were fodder. We were just used.' They were sacrificed. I get the same thing, man!”
On this Saturday afternoon just shy of five years since the towers were toppled, Rich estimates upwards of 2,000 people are at Ground Zero. The crowd is very quiet, he reports. Even the children appear somber. Looking at the people around him, he counts 13 women and three men. Another group includes 10 women and only one man. “Women outnumber the men by 10 to one,” Rich says over the phone.
“Why do you think that is?” I ask him.
After a pause, he says, “The women are being pulled because they're sensitive to the souls. When women give birth to children, they're sensitive to this.” But the women drawn in such numbers don't know why they're here, he adds. “They all have the look of lost children.”
The phone is silent for another moment. When Rich next checks in, he is standing nearly alone on an observation platform overlooking Ground Zero. “They led me here,” he tells me, referring not to helpful onlookers but to the lost souls of the WTC. “I'm 28-feet above the hole,” he says in a voice hushed with are. “There's no fence. No obstructed view.”
DOES THE VATICAN HOLD YOUR MORTGAGE?
By William Thomas
PART I
THE GREATEST STORY NEVER TOLD
It was time for another check-in with a well-informed military man who never fails to astonish me with revelations that never seem to appear on Fox or CNN.
“What's new?” I asked Hank.
“Oh, dude.”
My friend and deep source for more than 16 years sounded tired. And shaken. This veteran of the Gulf War, and personal intrigues and interventions at all levels of the U.S. government and military, does not rattle easily.
Since we'd last spoken, Hank related, he'd stopped to help a stranger “on a tight deadline” change a tire on his car. Hank asked no questions, which must have impressed the mysterious motorist. Because weeks later he “got a nice little knock on the door, and there he is again.”
You know where I live, Hank thought. Damn!
“What do you need?” he asked aloud. “Another tire fixed?”
“No, just some of your time.”
The visitor on his doorstep was not the first insider to check Hank out, review some of the pieces we'd done together, and come forward. But this Vatican Jesuit “who helped run things” was certainly the highest placed. Over subsequent visits, Hank was introduced to enough of “his friends, neighbors, compatriots, ner'do-wells” to establish this man's veracity.
