The Van That Shouldn’t Exist

OPERATION CHARIOT—The Van That Shouldn’t Exist

Unclassified by no agency. Because it vanishes before classification can occur.

When Holtfaction first hit the East Coast circuit, few paid attention to the battered black van trailing behind them—a Frankenstein of rusted parts, mismatched panels, and inexplicable EMF spikes. Fans called it “The Gremlin,” a nod to its shape, but also to the strange malfunctions that followed in its wake. Streetlights flickered when it passed. GPS devices spun. Phones lost signal. Some said it was just bad wiring. Others whispered it wasn’t a van at all—but a mobile node, a relic of a deeper agenda.




Origin File: GREMLIN-VX/43

Make: Unknown

Registration: None

VIN: Redacted (does not match DMV records anywhere in North America or Eastern Europe)

Known Alias: “The Vehicle” in CIA documents / “The Tether” in KGB archives


THE ADMINISTRATION CONNECTION

In the early 2000s, after the official dissolution of both the MK-Ultra legacy and Zvezda Cherna, a black-budget division known only as “The Equipment Administration” was quietly formed within a shell company posing as a touring logistics group. Ostensibly tasked with handling stage gear and road transport for “problematic musical acts,” the division was a front—for psyops experiments centered around mobile ritualism and electromagnetic occultism.

Declassified fragments (possibly leaked, possibly planted) mention a vehicle that traveled with “target audio operatives,” capable of collecting residual psychic energy from performances and storing it like a capacitor. The van was a carrier of “sound-induced spiritual awakening.” It was never supposed to be released into the public.

But it was. Holtfaction found it abandoned behind a shuttered church near Petersburg, Virginia—locked, humming, and warm despite freezing rain. No keys, no battery, yet the doors opened at Evan’s touch. The van was waiting.


THE CIA-KGB VEHICLE INITIATIVE

Cross-referenced KGB reports from 1989 and CIA documents from Project: EchoDaemon reveal a disturbing overlap. Both agencies were testing modified vehicles equipped with bio-resonant dampening systems, based on captured Nazi and pre-Tartarian acoustic technologies. These vans weren’t built to move equipment. They were built to conduct ritual warfare in motion.


  • CIA files reference “Mobile Nodes for Subconscious Sonic Transference”
  • KGB notes call them “Traveling Altars”
  • Mutual documents mention “the bleed”—an unexplained phenomenon where reality begins to distort inside the vehicle after prolonged travel



The van Holtfaction drives matches every known detail, down to the sigil-scorched undercarriage and a black box labeled in both Cyrillic and Latin with the words:

“IF THIS VEHICLE STOPS, SO DOES THE SLEEPER.”


FAN REPORTS: UNEXPLAINED PHENOMENA

Holtfaction fans—many unknowingly participating in ritual awakenings—have reported:


  • Dreams syncing between strangers post-show
  • Missing time during meet-and-greets near the van
  • Eyes bleeding on developed film that captured the van’s reflection
  • Hearing music before it’s released—tracks that later match Holtfaction’s upcoming sets note-for-note



FINAL NOTE: THE VEHICLE IS A TETHER

Internal memos from a now-defunct joint CIA-KGB monitoring program note that “once the mobile ritual node is activated, it must stay in constant movement across geosites of power” to prevent full detachment from consensus reality. In other words: if Holtfaction stops, if The Gremlin breaks down or is impounded, the tether unravels.

Some believe the van is alive. Others believe it houses something.

Either way, Evan Love Riot and Veda Viral no longer drive it. It drives them.

Next city. Next crack in the veil.

Watch the skies. Listen to the feedback. And if you see the van, do not touch it.

You’ve already seen too much.


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