In 1993 I traveled
                                    to the Middle East as a financial consultant.  I intended to return to the U.S.
                                    in five weeks. When the principals of the firm suddenly departed I was held liable
                                    for their debts and subsequently sentenced to two years (1996-97) in a high security
                                    Arab prison.  Information I learned there was enough for one country to order
                                    perpetual imprisonment and another to delete my identity…
                            I had learned of the
                                    preparation for simultaneous bombings of two U.S. Embassies in Africa and future
                                    plans for simultaneous bombings of three targets in the United States, (now known as
                                    “9-11”) with a follow-up attack.  Having managed to arrange a
                                    telephone call to the U.S. Consulate in Dubai, I related all this information to the
                                    vice consul and was told to “keep my mouth shut.” 
                            Later that day two
                                    Arab secret service agents and an officer playing back part of my telephone call to
                                    me.  Three hours of intense interrogation and physical abuse followed.  I
                                    was forced to complete a five-page questionnaire detailing my personal information.
                                
                            I was jailed three
                                    more times for the same case and during my fourth stay in jail I was unexpectedly
                                    summoned by a judge to his private chambers. Ordering the two prison guards to wait
                                    outside his office, he informed me that he “doesn’t know why but has it
                                    from high authority that I will never be allowed to leave the country.” The
                                    judge granted me a 30-day release “to settle my problems.”
                            I had to find a way
                                    to escape from the Middle East or die in jail. After studying many escape routes, I
                                    finally decided to ship myself in a crate as cargo on a commercial airliner.  I
                                    worked secretly at night designing and constructing the escape crate using primitive
                                    hand tools. After near discovery at the Dubai airport and a near-fatal twenty-eight
                                    hour journey, I was free in Amsterdam…or so I thought.
                            Sometime after my
                                    arrival back in the USA, I learned that my identity in the USA had vanished!  I
                                    discovered that the disappearance of my records occurred three years earlier,
                                    precisely the same time I was interrogated in jail by the secret service agents in
                                    the Middle East.
                            Coincidently, the
                                    Justice Department filed a five year old check overdraft case against me in August
                                    1998 weeks after the vice consul in Dubai assumed I had left the UAE.  
                            
                            The U.S Justice
                                    Department seemed intent on returning me to the UAE, even stating in Federal Court
                                    that I was never an American citizen, never served in the U.S. military and even my
                                    social security number did not exist. I simply did not exist anymore! 
                            The previously
                                    reported bombings of three targets in the U.S.A. by terrorists using commercial
                                    airliners took place on September 11, 2001. My information was correct on the first
                                    two planned attacks and the third remained.  My family and friends persuaded me
                                    to inform the U.S. Department of Justice and the FBI of the details of the next
                                    major attack in the U.S.A. and I composed a three-page letter addressed to then
                                    Attorney General John Ashcroft.
                            Three weeks after
                                    meeting with the U.S. Attorney, Assistant U.S. Attorney, two FBI agents and my
                                    attorney and voluntarily submitting to a polygraph exam, the Justice Department
                                    informed my attorney that no records existed regarding the report to the Embassy in
                                    Dubai and concluded that “the whole story was fabricated.”  There
                                    was no further action on the threatened criminal “obstruction of
                                    justice” case once they learned that I had diary notes stamped with a jail
                                    stamp to support my information. 
                            The book goes on to
                                    describe the many Court proceedings, sentencing, as well as the numerous break-ins,
                                    surveillance, and telephone monitoring that I endured for many years afterwards
                                    right up to the publication of my book online in the Fall of 2012.