What I've Learned This is the section I will be updating regularly as I stitch together the various, often jumbled pieces of my grandfather John Wheeler's tragic life story. The item serving as my Rosetta Stone is a journal he started in 1966 on his way to a secret base in Nakhon Phanom, Thailand. Some of the journal pages are missing, others are frustratingly torn or smudged, but at least they give me some idea of the meaning behind the piles of photos, notes, postcards, Super 8 movies and other materials I have spread out all over my room. The most recent updates will always be at the top of the page, so please start reading from the bottom post. I will try my best to present this information in a way that makes sense, but much of it is still a mystery to me. If you have any insights or ideas you feel make more sense, or if you know anyone who worked on Project Rainbow and would be willing to come forward and share what they know, PLEASE do not hesitate to contact me. Thank you for your time. -Matt Wheeler A new beginning - Sun, March 18, 2007 I'm sure most of you already saw yesterday that my site had been hacked and redirected to this page: http://www.rainbowofdeath.com/remoteaccess/webcam.html So why did I leave this page up, instead of deleting it, never looking at it again, and even possibly undergoing hypnotherapy to forget I'd ever seen it? Isn't it a little morbid? Perhaps. But to me, it's a gift. You see, I already grieved for my father years ago. And based on the looks of the second video, I'm sure he was gone instantly and without suffering. He died knowing he was doing the right thing. A few weeks ago, RedHatty emailed me to try to help smooth things over between Derek and me. I told her I didn't think he'd ever understand the loss I'd felt, and I hoped for his sake he never would. At the time, Derek was grousing about a bunch of missing toys, and I told Red, "I would give up every toy, every possession I ever had to spend one more day with my mother, or to just meet my father or grandfather." Well, I got my wish. When "Cryptidtruth" said the words "Matt, my son" it was like a magical incantation, a spell that finally set my soul free. Somehow all the years of sadness, anger and pain I'd been holding inside were suddenly lifted from me. The way he uttered those three little words made me realize the sacrifices he'd made for my mother and me my whole life. Living in exile, giving up what he loves most in the world, not seeing his child grow up...precisely so that his child could grow up. Even if I didn't get to meet him in person, or see his face, I am still grateful. We made a connection, however fleeting, that I will cherish forever. I have forgiven him for the mistakes he made, because I know that he made them with the best of intentions. Sun-Yi, I don't know if you can ever forgive me for what my actions may have caused, but I at least would like to tell you how sorry I am, face to face. I want to give thanks to all my friends who helped me along the way, like WolfHawk, molecularr, degravity, enaxor, Rowan, Jas0n, DanteIL, konamouse and all the other amazing Monster Hunters whose names I may have forgotten to mention. And especially RedHatty, whose heartfelt, kind and understanding emails really helped me through some rough times. You all have helped rid the world of a great evil that we Wheeler men have been trying to do for forty years. But it's not over yet. Now that I know what really happened to my father and grandfather, I've decided to devote myself to spreading the truth about Project Rainbow, and the veils of government-sanctioned lies that have kept it hidden for four decades. It is my duty to continue the legacy of the Wheeler men, and make sure the circumstances that would foster another Rainbow of Death are never allowed. But for right now, I'm just going to plop down on the couch with Derek, play some video games, pass out and hopefully sleep for a long, long time. « back