Hello from Colin Hall - author of 'Fact or Fiction - the M6 and Paris Crashes'

Hi, I've been invited onto this forum by Chris Iversen and will post some more info about my investigations into the alleged incidents on the M6 and in Paris that became known in some quarters as the 'M6 Paranormal crash'. Indeed there was a video posted that alleged to show the incident along with numerous reports by a man claiming to be a journalist and going by the name Mark Collins.

My interest was sparked completely by accident whilst investigating something else and then grew to a point where I felt I had to commit to writing what I'd discovered - the Fortean Times labeled it as 'Modern Folklore' - I wasn't so sure.

There's also a 1of26 Twitter feed and blog that seems to be linked to all of this - my book will detail my investigations into whether this was a cover up, a hoax, maybe some viral marketing campaign or something more sinister.

More information about it can be found at : http://www.markosia.com/titles/fact-or-fiction/

Welcome to The Outpost. Looking forward to hear what you have.

Welcome to TOP, Colin!

i can't wait for your book to be released!

Welcome to The Outpost Forum, Colin. That is a fascinating case and I can't wait to read what you found out about it.

Cheers - I'm going to post some stuff today on here

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Originally Posted by Chris

Welcome to TOP, Colin!

i can't wait for your book to be released!

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Cheers, this is worth a read as it has some great background to the case http://videa.com.ar/blog/2013/01/15/the-double-crash/

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Originally Posted by newyorklily

Welcome to The Outpost Forum, Colin. That is a fascinating case and I can't wait to read what you found out about it.

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Thanks - it kept me hooked for a long time - I'm going to post some more stuff today

Welcome Colin.

I did a lot of digging back when this surfaced. I wonder if the following mean anything to you.

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From the 10f26 blog:

"Part 52
by Steve
Vehicles and debris spread across the southbound carriageway of the M6. Judging by the amount of debris I think there must have been about fifteen to twenty vehicles involved in the crash. But even though we were in the midst of such a large accident, there was relative calm as the uniformed officers went about attending those caught up in the mass of metal and smoke.

With everything that was going on before us it would have been easy to dismiss our presence on the grass verge as purely voyeuristic; we had no injuries to suggest we had been involved in the crash. Officers attending the scene were, fortunately, too pre-occupied to do anything about our presence apart from occasionally glance over.

'Where's your car?', I asked Roy.

Roy was holding the CCS device in the palm of his hand, seemingly oblivious to my question. Without looking up at me he pointed over to the one of the mangled wrecks, which was now in silhouette against the dropping sun.

'I think you'll find it's over there', finally he looked up to acknowledge my presence and pointed across the motorway towards a cluster of cars.

Roy's car was about two or three cars in from the side where we were stood, it was difficult to tell exactly such was the tangle of metal. The bonnet bent upwards towards the sky, blackened from the fires and the cars that surrounded it were smouldering, producing an acrid smoke that hung heavy in the failing light.

'In flames?', I said, nervous at the suggestion of having to confront the carnage.

'Maybe but the laptop will be in tact and we need to get this one back before it falls into the wrong hands'

I focused on the car Roy had pointed towards, mindful of the police and fire officers who were in close attendance. They were constantly picking up small pieces of wreckage from the accident, possibly for evidence and were also cordoning off the site with the familiar bright yellow perimeter tape.

Ambulance workers were now busy administering triage and loading the accident victims onto the ambulances at the back of the crash site. One of the ambulances sped off up the slip road, lights flashing and siren echoing around the immediate vicinity until it disappeared over the top of the slip road.

There were a few walking wounded and others who simply looked bemused as they reconciled themselves with what had just happened. They were caught up in something that wasn't anything to do with them; they were just victims of circumstances they could have no way of understanding.

Roy gestured with his hands, encouraging me to try and recover the laptop; I wasn't so keen. The area was now full of police officers who were now meticulously searching around the wreckage, using high powered torches to penetrate the smoke filled vehicles. The slightest piece of evidence was bagged and taken back to where all the emergency services vehicles were parked.

'How do you propose I get through that lot to the car?', I looked at Roy and pointed to all the officers.

As I said this one of the officers approached the grass verge where we were stood, looking surprised by our presence.

'Can you move away now gentlemen, let the officers do their work, it's not a side show', he waved his arms signaling we should leave the crash scene.

I turned to Roy, 'we've no chance, this place is sealed off, we're not going to be able to get hold of that laptop'

With all the background noise and police activity I lost focus on the officer who was now stood only a few metres away from us.

'What's this then Sir? What laptop? Were you involved in the accident?', the officer moved closer.

The difficulties associated with how I could try and explain what really happened were perhaps not hard to fathom.

'He meant the laptop his colleague had left in one of the cars involved in the crash', Roy jumped in to try and save us any further awkward questions.

'Really Sir, and what could be so important about the laptop that would mean you risking getting hurt trying to retrieve it?', the officer stopped walking towards us and clicked a button on his radio and spoke into it, 'do you want to come down here Sir, think I may have someone here who will interest you'

'I can assure you that this won't be necessary, we'll move on, don't worry about the laptop', I tried to broker a situation where we could simply leave before it got any worse.

'I'm afraid that's not possible Sir, it's too late for that', the officer reaffirmed his position by moving slightly closer to Roy and I, 'oh and keep your hands where I can see them please'

'You should have stayed where you were', a voice emanated from behind the officer stood in front of us,'thank you officer I'll take it from here'

The officer retreated to the crash scene to continue with his duties.

'Silverton, I should have guessed', I looked him straight in the eye and shook my head.

'Do you know what one of the pleasures of my job is?', Silverton had a tone of self-satisfaction as he smirked at Roy and I, 'it's knowing that after all these years I can still rely on instinct'

Roy made a crude attempt to get hold of the CCS device in his pocket.

'No you don't. Not this time', Silverton pulled out a gun,'they'll be none of that this time. Toss it over here', Silverton's outstretched hand took hold of the device from Roy.

'A gun? What happened to using only peaceful means to achieve our objectives?', I was incensed by Silverton's actions.

'Well those are your rules. Mine are simple; get the job done. And in this case the job was all about capturing the laptop', Silverton seemed pleased with his work, possibly unable to understand what he was doing, 'and hopefully you two in the process'

'And what about the cost?', I asked.

'It's a cost we'll not have to worry about for a long time. After all, we've got all the time we could possibly need now haven't we?', with that Silverton looked at the CCS device in his hand and smiled at us both"

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Originally Posted by ProblemChild

Welcome Colin.

I did a lot of digging back when this surfaced. I wonder if the following mean anything to you.

Attachment 915

From the 10f26 blog:

"Part 52
by Steve
Vehicles and debris spread across the southbound carriageway of the M6. Judging by the amount of debris I think there must have been about fifteen to twenty vehicles involved in the crash. But even though we were in the midst of such a large accident, there was relative calm as the uniformed officers went about attending those caught up in the mass of metal and smoke.

With everything that was going on before us it would have been easy to dismiss our presence on the grass verge as purely voyeuristic; we had no injuries to suggest we had been involved in the crash. Officers attending the scene were, fortunately, too pre-occupied to do anything about our presence apart from occasionally glance over.

'Where's your car?', I asked Roy.

Roy was holding the CCS device in the palm of his hand, seemingly oblivious to my question. Without looking up at me he pointed over to the one of the mangled wrecks, which was now in silhouette against the dropping sun.

'I think you'll find it's over there', finally he looked up to acknowledge my presence and pointed across the motorway towards a cluster of cars.

Roy's car was about two or three cars in from the side where we were stood, it was difficult to tell exactly such was the tangle of metal. The bonnet bent upwards towards the sky, blackened from the fires and the cars that surrounded it were smouldering, producing an acrid smoke that hung heavy in the failing light.

'In flames?', I said, nervous at the suggestion of having to confront the carnage.

'Maybe but the laptop will be in tact and we need to get this one back before it falls into the wrong hands'

I focused on the car Roy had pointed towards, mindful of the police and fire officers who were in close attendance. They were constantly picking up small pieces of wreckage from the accident, possibly for evidence and were also cordoning off the site with the familiar bright yellow perimeter tape.

Ambulance workers were now busy administering triage and loading the accident victims onto the ambulances at the back of the crash site. One of the ambulances sped off up the slip road, lights flashing and siren echoing around the immediate vicinity until it disappeared over the top of the slip road.

There were a few walking wounded and others who simply looked bemused as they reconciled themselves with what had just happened. They were caught up in something that wasn't anything to do with them; they were just victims of circumstances they could have no way of understanding.

Roy gestured with his hands, encouraging me to try and recover the laptop; I wasn't so keen. The area was now full of police officers who were now meticulously searching around the wreckage, using high powered torches to penetrate the smoke filled vehicles. The slightest piece of evidence was bagged and taken back to where all the emergency services vehicles were parked.

'How do you propose I get through that lot to the car?', I looked at Roy and pointed to all the officers.

As I said this one of the officers approached the grass verge where we were stood, looking surprised by our presence.

'Can you move away now gentlemen, let the officers do their work, it's not a side show', he waved his arms signaling we should leave the crash scene.

I turned to Roy, 'we've no chance, this place is sealed off, we're not going to be able to get hold of that laptop'

With all the background noise and police activity I lost focus on the officer who was now stood only a few metres away from us.

'What's this then Sir? What laptop? Were you involved in the accident?', the officer moved closer.

The difficulties associated with how I could try and explain what really happened were perhaps not hard to fathom.

'He meant the laptop his colleague had left in one of the cars involved in the crash', Roy jumped in to try and save us any further awkward questions.

'Really Sir, and what could be so important about the laptop that would mean you risking getting hurt trying to retrieve it?', the officer stopped walking towards us and clicked a button on his radio and spoke into it, 'do you want to come down here Sir, think I may have someone here who will interest you'

'I can assure you that this won't be necessary, we'll move on, don't worry about the laptop', I tried to broker a situation where we could simply leave before it got any worse.

'I'm afraid that's not possible Sir, it's too late for that', the officer reaffirmed his position by moving slightly closer to Roy and I, 'oh and keep your hands where I can see them please'

'You should have stayed where you were', a voice emanated from behind the officer stood in front of us,'thank you officer I'll take it from here'

The officer retreated to the crash scene to continue with his duties.

'Silverton, I should have guessed', I looked him straight in the eye and shook my head.

'Do you know what one of the pleasures of my job is?', Silverton had a tone of self-satisfaction as he smirked at Roy and I, 'it's knowing that after all these years I can still rely on instinct'

Roy made a crude attempt to get hold of the CCS device in his pocket.

'No you don't. Not this time', Silverton pulled out a gun,'they'll be none of that this time. Toss it over here', Silverton's outstretched hand took hold of the device from Roy.

'A gun? What happened to using only peaceful means to achieve our objectives?', I was incensed by Silverton's actions.

'Well those are your rules. Mine are simple; get the job done. And in this case the job was all about capturing the laptop', Silverton seemed pleased with his work, possibly unable to understand what he was doing, 'and hopefully you two in the process'

'And what about the cost?', I asked.

'It's a cost we'll not have to worry about for a long time. After all, we've got all the time we could possibly need now haven't we?', with that Silverton looked at the CCS device in his hand and smiled at us both"

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This is only the second extract I've seen of this so called diary but really is very interesting - thanks for posting it here as it gives me a lot to go on!

No problem. Here's some more that I think you will find interesting:

" by Steve
I felt annoyed. Kallyuke had promised me the time to see for myself what was left after the conflicts, but instead I was being railroaded to return early and deal with yet another situation.

My shuttle landed in the same skyscraper as before and I was then escorted by two security guards to meet Kallyuke in the other building.

I was shown into a bright, cavernous room on the top floor. The white walls and the tall windows combined to create a bright, open space, even though this was partially taken up by a huge rectangular table that stretched from one end of the room to the other.

Kallyuke was stood at the opposite end to me, looking out over the city.

'I am sorry that you feel annoyed by me cutting short your journey, but this is important', Kallyuke's voice boomed across the room.

I was ushered towards Kallyuke by the security guards. The view across the city was impressive, the sky was clear and sun shone.

'That is the problem', Kallyuke must have sensed my gazing into the sky,'we have very little by way of natural defense against that', he said pointing at the sun.

'Then close the time portal and prevent any more of these little 'accidents' happening so we can all return to some semblance of normality and try to create a solution to this', I replied also pointing to the sun.

'It's not as easy as that. There is still so much to document, so much to learn before we sign off and we can't afford to leave anyone behind who could be endangering the future', he paused, '....our future'

'What you mean to say is that you've opened a can of worms and you don't know how to cope with it, let alone close it. What started out as something with commendable goals has ended up being a nightmare because people are people, no matter when they are from, and it is now perpetuating the sort of corrupting influences you never thought could occur in this time', I looked out over the landscape. It was surreal to see small shuttles flying around, transporting people, this was the stuff of sci-fi and I was momentarily lost in it.

'Partly Steve, partly. But you cannot deny knowledge is power, after all you live in an environment where knowledge has empowered millions'

'But this is different. You're trying to re-educate a society based on values from over six hundred years ago; you can't live in the past Kallyuke, sometimes you have to let go and create a new history, a history that will belong to this time'

'Maybe, but for now we need to focus on what has happened in Paris and how this must be contained', I sensed in his reply, that Kallyuke was uneasy about what was happening with his project, his vision, or was it his obsession.

Kallyuke turned to one end of the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, in turn looking to me to do the same. He pressed a button on the table and a screen appeared in front of us both.

'My plan for Paris was firstly don't get caught, aside from that I knew the risks you would encounter when you undertook the mission. But we have complications, something, I didn't think would happen that was caused by the unusual nature of your exit'

Kallyuke pointed at the screen which was now showing CCTV footage from the road where we chased down the traders.

'This is the adjusted footage, after the event and will prove to you why I don't like messing with the timelines', Kallyuke said.

'What event?', I asked.

'Just watch, you will have questions afterward'

We watched as the camera clearly showed Anton and I in the van on one side of the road and the traders in the car, just slightly ahead of us. As the sequence rolled I could see the other cars either trying to get out of the way or being hit by either vehicle.

Kallyuke slowed the speed of the footage to a frame by frame advance. Firstly we saw the faces of the two traders, the driver was grappling with the car as he fought to get ahead of us.

'Hours of being in a simulator cannot replicate the real thing can it? He has no idea of the traffic laws does he and he's struggling with that car', I said.

'Just keep watching',Kallyuke was disinterested in my comment.

As the frames advanced Kallyuke stopped the footage at one particular point.

'Now, look at the faces on this frame', he said.

He then clicked the footage onto the next frame.

'Now look at the faces on this frame'

They were different. The people who were in the vehicle had changed from one frame to the next, the traders had switched.

'Who are they?', I asked.

'We're trying to find out now, the anomalies that Anton spoke of originally suggested that traders arrived in Paris to perform an extraction and that the two you tried to kill were the same people, but this evidence suggests they also traveled out of Paris through time'

The frames started to advance again but there was no movement in the car, the two people who were now in it were obviously dead.

'They were also sent back having died in this time?', I asked.

'Well, they were either dead or unconscious. The main problem here is that we now have four corpses in Parisian mortuaries from this time, and that's not good'

'Four? You said you were sending back one to replace us', I said.

'It wasn't possible was it? I reviewed the footage at this frame rate and anyone could see there were four occupants in the vehicles. My other concern is that facially all of you are slightly different to those on the final frames of footage and if the Parisian authorities review the footage like us, they will find this out'

Kallyuke once again pointed at the footage and as we progressed we then saw the bright light emanate from the van, this was the triggering of the CCS. The next frame showed two bodies in the van as it them collided with the car and both then burst into flames. The footage was frozen on this frame.

'I can only hope that the remains of the bodies we sent back are burnt beyond recognition and that footage is kept away from harmful eyes', Kallyuke said.

'So what do you want me to do?', I asked.

'The footage will be backed up on hard drives so trying find the original copy and deleting it will not achieve anything. The minute something of this magnitude is spotted the only people allowed to access it will be the one of the French special investigation units, and they don't tend to work with anyone apart from themselves. We've got to try and get to those bodies before they perform a full autopsy'

'You don't want me to try and steal them do you? Surely you can't ask that of me?', I looked at Kallyuke as he pondered his reply.

'No, not at all. This is our fault, we were too rushed to create a solution and didn't think of the possible consequences', Kallyuke called up a new screen and pointed to a syringe like implement,'I need you to inject each of the bodies with the contents of this gas syringe'

'This just gets better and better'

'Look, the footage is gone, someone will have that safely stored away, but on it's own it is just footage, proving nothing other than it was tampered with. But when you combine it with the evidence from the autopsies....'

'....that is different, you have tangible physical evidence', I said.

'Exactly, whilst it may remain classified for a while it will only take one officer who wants to clear his debts or go on a nice holiday to find a reporter, say like Mark Collins, and this will blow out of all proportions. At the moment, what we have here is a conspiracy theorists dream ticket, but soon it could become a far bigger story if they start to join the dots'

Kallyuke returned to the contents of the syringe, explaining they were effectively a mixture of pollutants that would be consistent with those found in a blood test during an autopsy from a body from that time.

'The trouble is, the bodies we sent back probably won't have anything like the level of pollutants expected to be found in any normal person who lived and breathed the air in the that time'

'So why not simply try and switch them again, this time making sure they have the correct level of pollutants?', I thought this was a sensible suggestion, obviously I was wrong.

'Every time we switch, the constant is the CCTV footage, it will record yet another set of faces in these vehicles. And also we have no link to the traders and therefore can't pull them out. You have to understand even if we set the pollutants correctly we have no way of checking what bodies the others sent back', Kallyuke was begrudgingly doing the rebel scientific group a favour. But he knew the implications of us being unmasked and how it could effect all that would have followed thereafter.

'This is why Sayssac is so against what we are doing isn't it? It's the risk that we are constantly looking over our shoulder to see what damage we are doing to the timeline and what evidence we are leaving behind of our presence', I said.

'We don't have time to debate this at the moment, we need to try and stop this one in it's tracks before your friend Mark Collins grasps yet another exclusive at our expense'

I took that as notice to end the conversation and prepare to go back and sort out the mess we had left six hundred years behind us. I think I was getting a headache"