BUNKED! — Days of Shells and Shadows

By Mason Freeman, Council Correspondent for Conspiracy Occulture and Meta-Events

This, dear reader, is exactly what we mean by BUNK’D! It’s not where we debunk conspiracies—it’s where we point out when you were meant to bunk into them in the first place. Take James Comey’s little beach art project: a row of seashells spelling out “8647”—which, wouldn’t you know it, just happens to be the exact number of days since 9/11. Too perfect? Precisely. That’s the point. It’s a prank played in broad daylight, on those who pride themselves on noticing. At BUNK’D, we don’t say “there is no conspiracy.” We say: sometimes the conspiracy is that you noticed one.

Ethicsphere Faultlines: Intelligence Apparatus and Ritual Power

“All truths are mythic, and all myths are designed to manage the unbearable clarity of truth.”

8647 Days Later: The Shells Speak

On May 16, 2024, James Comey—the former Director of the FBI—posted a beach photo. A quiet, composed arrangement of seashells spelling out the number 8647.

Most viewers scrolled past.

But within hours, a Reddit user—not a journalist, not an insider, just a numerically-attuned netizen—made the astonishing discovery:

8647 days had passed since September 11, 2001.

Is this coincidence?

Or was the post itself planted to seed this epiphanic arithmetic, released not through official channels but via a ritual modern oracle: the crowd-sourced consciousness of the internet?

It’s the kind of reveal that feels orchestrated, even if it wasn’t. As if someone had whispered into the swirling digital ether, “Go ahead. Count.”

The Council-of-Concerned-Conservationists believes that Comey’s post was no accident—and that its quiet unveiling by an anonymous observer was no accident either. In the tradition of intelligence operations, this is the leak that was meant to be noticed.

Instigate, Not Investigate (And Never Really Solve)

The FBI’s role is often confused for justice.

Its real function is performance.

The public-facing image of the Bureau is still shaped by tales of Eliot Ness and the “untouchables”—as if the Bureau were a band of virtuous avengers, banishing corruption with clean hands.

But Eliot Ness was not a saint. He was an enforcer of a moral panic, a functionary of Prohibition, that grand experiment in criminalizing human instinct. He never caught Capone for murder or bootlegging—but on tax charges, like a bureaucrat with a badge.

Today, Ness is commemorated in his chosen retirement town with a museum, a namesake, a mythology. But did he ever provide the funds for a soup kitchen, as Capone did? Did he ever lift the Depression’s weight from a single back?[1]

We at the Council do not confuse enforcement with virtue. We do not mistake narrative victory for moral substance.

The FBI, like Ness, operates on ritualized legitimacy, and has long since traded in the coin of moral grandstanding. From Prohibition to COINTELPRO to predictive policing to psy-op theater, its real legacy is not justice—but consent management through fear and formality.

Comey, then, is not an aberration—he’s a high priest in the temple of enforcement-as-theater.

Carl Cameron Was There First

And when it comes to 9/11, there were other watchers.

Fox News’ Carl Cameron, in the days following the attacks, reported on Israeli operatives masquerading as furniture movers—celebrating, surveilling, then quietly deported. The reports aired and vanished.

I, Mason Freeman, saw them.

Not hearsay. Not fable.

I watched them live.

They were not mythic because they were false.

They are mythic because they were buried.

Personal Recollection: September 11, 2001

From the IKEA roof in Elizabeth, New Jersey, I watched the towers burn. I could see the smoke from across the water, rising like an omen too large to interpret in the moment.

And before the towers fell, I already knew:

“This will drag us into the Middle East.”

“This will lead to war.”

“This will demand sons.”

I had teenage sons. I had the quiet, fatherly dread that some mothers and fathers are never free from:

War is not glory. It is dysgenic.

It is the theft of the good, the spirited, the strong—sacrificed before they can pass on what the nation will later claim to miss.

We at the Council do not glorify war.

We honor courage—but we do not decorate culverts with names of boys who died in someone else’s desert.

Where we live, you see them:

Tiny bridges, dry overpasses.

PFC Daniels, Sergeant Hicks, Corporal Russo. Names of boys who never became fathers.

And the signs?

They are not honor.

They are reminders of waste and statecraft.

Who Benefits, Who Remembers

• Who gained from 9/11?
• The U.S. surveillance state, handed a blank check
• The defense industry, pumped full of contracts
• Israeli foreign policy, seeing rivals destroyed
• A narrative machine that disallowed ambiguity for two decades

Comey’s post, then, is not confession.

It is a seal. A bureaucratic sigil to mark the full rotation of the post-9/11 sun.

The number 8647 is a milestone in a myth.

It is not for the public to interpret.

But it was made public for a reason.

—Filed by Mason Freeman

Council-of-Concerned-Conservationists:

“We Remember So You Can’t Forget.”

Footnote:

[1]Al Capone, the notorious gangster, indeed operated a soup kitchen during the Great Depression. In November 1930, he opened a facility in Chicago that served three meals a day to thousands of unemployed individuals, offering food without questions or requirements. This act was widely publicized and is documented in historical records. For more details, see: Mobster Al Capone Ran a Soup Kitchen During the Great Depression.