AO: Cynthia, thank you for taking the time out to answer the following questions for Beachhead readers surrounding Philip’s life, lecturing, circumstances of his death and your pursuit of true justice. Beachhead had a very positive response to its issue 15 feature “Government Secrets Revealed” & the readers are very interested in hearing more.
After you met Philip in June of 1986 and later married in 1987 how forthcoming was he regarding his involvement in the construction of Deep Underground Military Bases (DUMBS), his employment with Morrison-Knudsen Inc. and the great fire fight at Dulce in August of 1979?
Air Force Tunneling Machine
CD: I actually knew of Philip before 1986 through the Oregon Agate and Mineral Society in Portland, Oregon. He came to the meetings I was a past president and my first husband was a charter member and life member of the OAMS. However it was not until the death of Leo Simon my first husband that Philip and I became good friends. He offered to watch my dogs while I took a trip to Los Angeles, California to visit my biological mother. From there we became engaged and then eloped to Carson City, Nevada where we married. Philip mentioned a little bit about his work with Morrison-Knudsen before we were married. He told me about some of the work (Dumbs) he built and where such as Vietnam, New Guinea, Saudi Arabia and the U.S. He mentioned that one time they were drilling a hole into solid granite (I believe it was in Colorado but can’t remember for sure) when they broke through into a cavern that was already hollowed out. When he went down he saw a UFO & some dead aliens. They had been there for hundreds of thousands of years because there was a layer of “quartz-like material” overlying them. It wasn’t until later in our marriage that we began to really “remember” a lot of things that had happened to him in the past.
Underground Base under Cheyenne Mountain
After his death, I went to the Social Security office to apply for death benefits for his daughter Marie. Philip had always told me that he had worked under two social security numbers. His early work was under the wrong number with a number at the end transposed – his later work was under the correct number and his disability payments were under his correct number. I found early documents when he applied for SSI in 1980 or 1981 showing the fight he made to prove that he had a work history under the wrong number. He had failed then but he also had a learning disability where paper work was concerned. When I met him he could not fill out a simple form at the doctors office but could do complicated calculus on a chalk board. So I took these old papers to the social security office and they agreed that some of the work he had done was under the wrong number but because the number was actually assigned to another human being I was not allowed to contact that person. This original number showed that he worked for Morrison-Knudsen , the coast guard and for the military.
I often wondered what type of work he would have done for the military , when I was contacted by a person who remembered Philip from the “old days” (pre-1980’s) – he told me that Philip had done photographic work in the military what type I’m not sure but it makes sense. Philip had several cameras, some so small you could fit them in your hand and rolls and rolls of film. Even later in life he was interested in it.
I also remember him telling me about the “search and rescue” work he did, which would be where the coast guard comes in. Later in life he would volunteer to find missing people such as Corey Faye. Corey was a young boy who disappeared in the Mt.Hood wilderness area in Oregon. Philip helped search the area because he could camp outdoors and knew the geology of the area. He had some interesting theories about why Corey had disappeared that would have far reaching implications in his own death.
Philip had a great scar that ran down from his throat to his belly button and across his chest from rib to rib. His body was covered with “shrapnel” wounds (about 500), he had burns and skin grafts and missing fingers and his private part was cut down the center. Part of one of his ears was replaced. He had a metal plate in his head and part of a lung. You could see evidence that at one time he had a “halo-brace” screwed into his head as there were small indentations at both templates. He had a large hole at the base of his throat where a tracheotomy had been performed. He was in constant pain so intense that he used tens unit that put electrical currents through his body.
When I first got to know him in 1986 Philip was suffering with leg tumours so big that they were cutting off the circulation in his legs. He had them wrapped and was on crutches. He asked my advice because if he left them in he would soon lose his legs and if he had the operation he might lose them anyway. I can still hear him say “I would be willing to lose my legs if it would give me just one more day of life.” Life was precious to Philip. He struggled everyday. Towards the last two years of his life he had cancer, brittle bone syndrome and multiple sclerosis. He had to use braces on his legs, a body chest cast, urine bag, wheelchair and crutches. However at times he could use mind over matter and seem almost normal. If he over did it he paid a great price for it the next day. He wanted to see his daughter grow up was excited about his lecture tours and was going to write a book with his friend Mark Rufener. He often said that if “they” ever said he had committed suicide you would know that he had been murdered.
The scar down his chest was severe. During the summer when he would get hot it would rip open down to the sternum and ooze liquids. He had learned how to fight off infections and was very careful. After we were married he had reconstructive surgery to repair this injury. We had it scheduled for 2 weeks before our daughter’s birth. Unfortunately Marie was 2 weeks early. I gave birth to her on September 21 1987 and the next day Philip went into surgery. We were released from the hospital together. This is where the story gets really spooky because after the surgery a hematoma formed at the base of the throat where a Z-plasty had been performed. We went into the emergency ward three times because it kept getting bigger and bigger and soon it was the size of a big grapefruit. My mother had come to visit from Los Angeles, California due to the birth of Marie. We were standing in the kitchen and Philip was in a hospital bed upstairs. We heard a great CLUMP as all 4 legs of the hospital bed left the floor and came back down. I ran up. Philip’s hematoma had broken open and there was a pool of blood on the bed and floor. He was not breathing and his spirit had left his body. When we went to the emergency ward later that day so he could be stitched up again the emergency ward doctor had not drained the hematoma and was the first to verify the injuries that Philip has on his body as shrapnel wounds. When we went to see Philip’s doctor the nurse became really , really nosey – she asked all sorts of questions that were out of line , like where he had worked and where he had received his injuries , she was so pushy about it that we complained about her conduct. I had that bad feeling that this was all planned that there was purpose to this bad care to end his life.
Almost a year to the day Philip was scheduled for back surgery. He had constantly complained to his doctors about pain in his back. They all told him that it was “in his head” & referred him to “pain clinics”. I took him to one of my doctors and an x-ray confirmed that he had a ruptured disc. Before he was to go to surgery I happened to notice that the chart outside of his bedroom had “Philip F. Schneider” – Philip had no middle initial. When he questioned this & looked at the x-rays and notes inside, some of the material was my husbands and some was for someone else – they had different blood types. Philip was AB neg., the rarest type and could have easily died with this misinformation. We eventually changed hospitals and Philip had his operation. When he did not heal right away it was finally determined that he had multiple sclerosis. I can’t help but wonder again if the “wrong” file was placed there on purpose so that Philip would die.
Philip did dangerous work and I believe that he had reoccurring injuries to the same parts of his body. So when he told me that his chest injury was caused by different events I am not surprised. His first statement was that he was working in Vietnam building roads in the jungle when the crew came upon a nuclear plant they were not supposed to know anything about. In an attempt to silence the crew friendly fire was ordered and a bomb was dropped on them. This is how Philip obtained all the shrapnel injuries, plate in his head and the original tracheotomy and chest scars. He stated that the only reason he lived was because there had been some North Vietnamese in the jungle at the same time and one of them had taken a small flag he was carrying, dipped it in machine oil and stuffed it in the hole in his chest.
When I first met Philip in 1986 he was taking Dilantin every day. He said it was to prevent massive seizures. However after I observed him for several dosages I noticed that he had the seizures AFTER he took the Dilantin. They were so severe that his spirit left his body in death. It was only after I laid hands on him that his spirit returned and he started breathing again. This occurred 3 times in 2 weeks. The medication was “killing” him either through an allergic reaction or prescribed on purpose to end his life. Later in our marriage he started to remember some of the other underground happenings such as Dulce, New Mexico. 1979 would be just about right for the final injury that would cause him to apply for SSI. He related to me how again he was setting off explosive into the bedrock when a cavern was discovered already built. Apparently this explosion opened up into one that already existed. He went down with 8 other men and they were met with Reptilians and Greys. There was a big vat of red material and he could see that it contained arms and legs of people. A fight ensued. He stated that as strange as this may seem he peed in his hard hat and threw the pee at the aliens which killed some of them. Many years later I would see a fictional program on TV where aliens were highly allergic to ammonia and would die from it. He talked about firing his gun and killing some of them, the vat fell over and the “bloody mass” ran all over the ground and then he was hit in the chest by a “cobalt” gun.
It is perhaps important to note that because of Philip’s MS he had a nurse visit him every weekend in 1995 and give him experimental shots of what he called “Beta Serone” (I’m not sure of the spelling). Sometimes he was so sick after the shots that he could not visit with his daughter and would have to cancel. He said he was receiving medical care through the Oregon Health & Sciences University (OHSU). After his death I contacted OHSU for any medical records on his health care there as I did to his regular physician. OHSU had never heard of Philip and was not giving him any shots. So it makes me wonder just who was giving him shots and what were they actually giving him. Perhaps another way of weakening him or another way to medically kill him.
He told me that he had “life time medical care through Morrison-Knudsen” but when we got married it ended. If this is true that Morrison-Knudsen was responsible for the bad care and life threatening prescriptions then perhaps there was an ulterior motive and someone wanted Philip dead. He believed before his death that there were only 3 people left in the U.S. who knew where all the underground mountain bases were. Morrison-Knudsen was the major civilian contractor to build them. Would there be any advantage to them and the military if no one knew where they all were?
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