Hello all, this is a tale about a man who thought he was growing up in an environment and as a being, that none of it turned out to be true. This story has mystery, intrigue and heinousness. Beware those closest to you. For they are the harbingers of your doom. Or at least they were for me. So buckle up, and let’s go for a wonderous ride through the last year or so of my theorized life!

Well, I kind of provided a bad segway into this section, because I need to start 6 years ago, in 2019 right at the start of the pandemic. You see I was a NOC engineer for Frontier Communications and was just getting promoted to tier II NOC Specialist (Under the SMEs of operational support). As I was promoted, I was put on a government payroll where I was paid twice a month, as all other government employees are.

The reason that the government takes over paying for telecommunications engineers when they get to a certain level of access within their networks, is so the government can properly protect the nations telecommunications infrastructure. I knew and understood the implications of the level of network access that I had. And have never had a problem with government oversight of my network actions or internet usage. I want our country safe and our electronic footprint secured against outside and internal actors. I believe in property rights, as well as intellectual property rights. And have always taken my job as an internetwork engineer, very seriously.

I guess this would be as good a time as any, to say that I am Richard Marc (With a “c”) Jackson, Yuma, Yuma County… Born in Yuma, Yuma County, Arizona on December 30th, 1975. To some people, that will mean something. To some entities, it means that they are going to try to control me, kill me, or catch me up in the laws of Man. I guess we should be sure to throw in some non-human entities/beings in that last group as well.

So, I was just promoted to tier II of Frontier Communications, and put on a government payroll, when I started hearing what I now refer to as ‘queuing’. And the beings or entities that were utilizing the queuing, were trying to teach me things about operating systems, and wanting me to look deeper into parts of the Frontier network. For the most part it was beneficial. Though my marriage at the time, was falling apart. My ex-wife had fallen to bad habits and it was impacting me and our children. I was party to those bad habits as well, for longer than I would like to admit. But that isn’t the experience that I am talking about today.

Shortly after being promoted, about 2 months later, I had a router that was pegged on resources and was losing customers. I was asked to look into it and discern what the cause was. Upon investigating the customer loss and performance issues of the chassis I traced the trouble down to an aggregate customer interface tied to a field deployed lab chassis, that was only connected to a single customer for the entire $160k Fiber PON chassis. And it was anomalous traffic hitting the aggregate interface of the router. There were lots of frames. But the frames showed no bytes of data. So I shut down the interface, since it was only a single customer on the OLT, and there is no way, a single ONT should be moving enough traffic to grind a Juniper MX960 to a halt.
Immediately upon disabling the aggregate interface, the other customers on the router that had been dropping started to restore. For all intents and purposes, It looked like my action resolved the greater outage. Then approximately 5 minutes later, A routing SME, reached out to me, and told me that I had turned down active customers, and that our director wanted to talk to me. And I was put on unpaid leave while there was investigation into the incident, because I had said in the company chat, that it looked like there was a hack going on, or that our network had been hacked and was being used for nefarious purposes.

Then, the remote queuing, which was using devices in my house to create the audible queues really went into overdrive. And since then when looking at my ex-wife’s dashcam footage, I can see where she is/was talking with entities while she was driving. Which means that she was already well versed in her communications with others through non-electronic means. Which makes more sense to me now, knowing that my mother gave her black magic items prior to her death as well. But let’s not get sidetracked by that familial tale. I am sure I will circle back around to that later.

So, the remote queuing on me, was at a fever pitch post suspension, and with hindsight, they were trying to make me unstable and neurotic. As what I had stopped, I now know was the SourceOne hack in March of 2019. I tried to open internet crime tickets with the Secret Service and FBI. I even drove to the FBI office in Tampa, FL with my laptops and tried to get them to do digital forensics on my equipment to see if they could isolate who had taken over my systems. But what I didn’t know, was that it was Frontier and the United States government that had done it. And that is why they were trying to make me the scapegoat of the incident. Though I only started to understand why they would want to bury me, within the last 6 months. And we will get to that eventually.

This is likely going to take a large number of blog posts to go through. As I have nothing left to lose. There is really no need to not give full disclosure to anyone that is willing to read it. This is a story as old as time. One may even call it biblical in a sense. Though I am not one for such dramatics. What is a god anyway? I’m not sure I have ever seen one that is a benefactor of anything. And if they aren’t a benefactor to the people, then what good are they?

I was terminated by Frontier Communications, because I ‘let’ my wife connect USB dongles to my work laptop while i was sleeping. And spent 3 months unemployed during the height of the pandemic, while trying to keep my family of 6 afloat. I eventually was given a chance at a commercial implementations and operations engineering position with Charter, Spectrum Enterprise. As I started working for Charter, my marriage finished its path, and I was awarded custody of 3 of my children. With my ex-wife’s oldest son being an adult, he went his own way. While I moved myself and the other 3 children into a condominium in Brandon, FL. With the pay cut that I was experiencing between what I was making at Frontier, and what I was then making at Spectrum Enterprise, I was barely making ends meet.

To keep this moving, I did an exceptional job at Spectrum Enterprise, saving their largest single contract before moving on to Metronet, where Spectrum Enterprise did write a matching counteroffer for what Metronet had offered me. But Spectrum wanted me to move to Upstate New York. And not being a fan of lake effect snow, or the bitter cold of the north, I opted for southern Indiana, and the Metronet offer where I continued to re-establish myself as one of the best Internetwork Engineers in the carrier space. While at Metronet, I was awarded the inaugural “Network Operations ‘Rock Star Award’ of Engineering”. By the time I left for the Zayo Group, I was where the buck stopped for all Architecture, Design or Implementations troubles in any discipline of the company’s products.

This is where I took what I thought was going to be the job to vault the rest of my career in the telecommunications industry. Unfortunately, once I was hired by the Zayo Group, and added to the Government pay schedule of getting paid on the 30th and 15th of each month. And that is when things in my life really went sideways.

As most people with high level access in the American telecommunications industry. If you get to a point where you network accesses hit a certain level you get put on a government payroll. This is so the government has a higher-level access to your life, to protect the network that the American economy drives on. And anyone in this industry knows that this is the case, and it is accepted as a known quantity that isn’t talked about. However, when I was put on the payroll for Zayo Group, I was engaged on a way higher level than the normal monitor all your forms of communication. And I will go into that in-depth in one of my following posts.

Everything that I have said so far on this post. And all other posts are 100% the truth of my real life, from my perspective. The tickets I opened with Secret Service/FBI, and going to the Tampa FBI Regional offices should be public record and receivable by freedom of information acts. The projects to be talked about on the follow-up posts, are darker than dark, and I have never signed any documentation limiting my ability to talk about my experiences with them.