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Interview with Terry R. Wriste June 24, 1994 (“The Law of the Battle of Conquest” section presented previously is, essentially, the work of our friend and sometimes comrade-in-arms, who goes by the name “Terry R. Wriste.” This interview was recorded during our most recent encounter.] Allen H. Greenfield: Terry, when we first met I certainly knew that “Terry R. Wriste” was a nom de guerre, because you were then writing rather inflammatory stuff about guerrilla warfare and revolution, and what-not. It never occurred to me to apply the cipher to your name, because I’ve known you so long, but Frater 99 of QBLH broke it down, not knowing you, and TERRY R WRISTE, he points out, has a cipher value of 192, as in SECRET MASTER. Terry R. Wriste: Um? So? AHG: So, have I been dealing with a Secret Chief all these years? TRW: C'mon. You know how I got into this stuff. It was the Shaver thing and - AHG: O.K. So, let’s take this from there. You met Dick Shaver in? TRW: Thatd be 1961 or ‘62. Anyhow, Ray Palmer was then reprinting a lot of the Shaver stuff from the 1940s, about the hidden world, which Shaver claimed was the survival of an antediluvian civili- zation that had moved inside the Earth, while Palmer and others thought this was more esoteric, something fourth dimensional or whatever. AHG: | thought it was charming mythology, kind of the “demons” of the Shadow Mind vs. the Self in Jungian terms. NICAP told me it was all bunk, so, naturally, I wrote the guy. TRW: Well I read the stuff Palmer was publishing, plugged into you, and you were by then corresponding with Dick. You also had a collection, as I recall, of old Amaz- ing Stories with Shaver stuf£ AHG: No, the collection was later, late sixties. TRW: Anyhow, Dick got into trouble with the law, skipped Wisconsin and went into hiding. Oddly, it was during that lost period when you were the only one publish- ing new stuff by him, that I got his address and got involved with the little group of dedicated guerrillas who had decided, in a most unmetaphysical way, to take the best weaponry they could “into the caves” as Shaver would have it, and blow the mind- controlling bastards up. Dick had given several previous groups directions, and they had gone. Mostly [they] didn’t come back, but a few did, and I met a few, including one World War Two vet who had been with a team that entered a so-called “cave” located, and get this, near Dulce, New Mexico, under the Archuleta Mesa. AHG.: Isnt that now said to be a joint Gray Alien-Human base? 71