Foreword.....

There are realms and there are realms. Some
are very far in time and distance, and yet some
are the here and now. I'm terribly exhausted
and so it is a pleasure for me to just sit and
write of The Hunters Elite's existence within
this realm and in our time....

There have been many tales told in the
past that would explain so much, yet they are
gone forever. Who are the Hunters and where did
they come from would take volumes and vaults to
record and tell. Yet it must be told before I
journey to God's golden shore.

I'm sure that if you could get the chance to visit an insane asylum and maybe make it down to the lower floors, then you might actually see what I see. Lets say that you can't visit one, and I would have to describe it to you as best I could, then please stay and read this small explanation of my inner mind.

Thirty eight of us are laying on the bare concrete floor, all side by side. We are wearing white pajamas and also off-white straight jackets, with reinforced buckles and chains. They are basically comfortable as long as you can move around somewhat. We can't move around.