Thanks for the Memories
by Brice Taylor
Chapter Twenty-nine:
Back to the Future
More High Tech Classified Projects
In 1985, after a head-on collision and the ensuing healing process necessitated by the auto
accident, my direction and course were irrevocably altered. I left my position in my husband's dental
practice, returned to college and attended Pepperdine University in Malibu to begin classes to fulfill the
requirements for a degree in Psychology. But as always, in addition to the coursework leading to my
degree was an alternate, hidden agenda, planned and orchestrated by my controllers. Along with
attending classes at Pepperdine, I was used in the Malibu area for experiments that furthered
parapsychology research, as well.
At Pepperdine there were experiments and research on the nature of higher consciousness, how
the brain intercepts thought, why some brains process higher thought and others don't, how pure diet
and water effects the brain, the effects of meditation on the brain, remote viewing and out-of-body
experiments. I was programmed to meet with a group in a small room at the University where we
watched movies. My attendance was carefully tied to my use in the projects and with Ronald Reagan.
There were others in the room robotically watching the movies. They treated us like monkeys.
Telepathic Experiments
Among other things at Pepperdine, tests were done on studying and learning in altered states of
consciousness. I began reading endless books on psychic phenomena and began being psychically
trained and further experimented on. Each day at lunch I reported to the large cross that graces the
hillside at the University, in order to sit in the small area inside and go into a meditative state. I did this
each and every day and felt as if I was communicating with the whales and dolphins in the vast ocean
that spanned the panoramic view from that location.
Part of the experiments focused on telepathic communication and my controllers were sending
messages to me via satellite systems to see if I could pick them up. They tasked me with these
assignments that had to be performed in the ocean or near the ocean so it would be easier to pick up the
telepathic messages sent over the airwaves that they were broadcasting to me. There were times I
consciously thought I was just going to go for a drive, to have the day to myself, when in reality I was
instructed and directed to different locations. One day I drove into a remote canyon high in the hills
above Malibu. I positioned myself on top of a mountain in my beach chair and sat all by myself and read
a book on Edgar Cayce. When I looked to the sprawling mountaintops, my eyes focused on all sorts of
satellite dishes and instrumentation on the hill in front of me. After spending a few hours there I
returned to my home in Agoura Hills. Later that day, the phone rang. I picked it up and a man asked me
questions before saying, "We see you picked up the message about where to go today and followed our
instructions impeccably. Good work and be waiting for the next set of instructions." Click, he hung up.
Robotically I hung up the phone and went on like nothing had happened. Immediately this slice of reality
submerged itself deep within the programmed recesses of my mind, and was kept there until a later time
when I was reassessed.
There were many places I was telepathically directed to in response to messages sent to me by my
controllers. Often I was led to believe that incarnate guides and masters were leading me when I was
really being led by the men who were instilling these thoughts in order to direct me to various places
where they wanted me.
Further Adventures
Along the California Coast
The American government seemed to be willing to sell anything, including children, to foreign
countries in order to gain monies to fund the mind control and other research projects. Reagan
presented it saying that it was the only way we would survive - that we would all be killed by nuclear
destruction at the hands of these "foreign morons" unless we were able to have more control, and the
mind control projects insured American safety. He made it sound like something the United States had
to have to stay a safe and free nation. But the Council knows the bigger picture lies beyond what Reagan
thought was "national security." It was really an international takeover by a group of megalomaniacs
who have decided to insure the future for their own genetically advanced progeny. From my perspective,
it had nothing to do with American freedom or safety. But Reagan was a pawn and didn't have all the
information or know about the Council's higher agenda. If he had, he would have known the United
States was being duped.
Reagan sent for me and I was picked up, once again at noontime, while I was 'meditating' under
the cross at Pepperdine, in order to be taken for demonstration to men from all over. They were usually
small groups because Henry or the Council was working that angle, too, putting together different
foreign scientists or foreign leaders who would naturally be competitive so they could get the most out of
them. Often Reagan, or a military officer, would explain the project to them as a group and they would
toy with their national pride and play off their natural competitiveness and ego. Then after the meeting,
one of our people would take them aside, into a separate room and tell them we were interested but that
such and such a country (Saudi Arabia for example) had more to offer. They worked them like that to get
more cooperation in hopes that maybe the leader or scientist would offer more favors, resources,
connections, etc., so we would get even more out of the deal. Henry really knew how to work people, and
he knew how to be very convincing. He told Reagan and others that it was all for national security,
American safety, and these men all believed it, they all thought Henry was so smart and so pro American, but he never really was. He just talked that way to get people to do what he and the Council
wanted. "Reagan isn't a robot, but he might as well be," Kissinger said. I'm not so sure.
During the 80's I was keyed to a computer in my bedroom, where I began to get instructions at
home from the Council. I didn't think I was very good at computers since I'd taken a computer class and
felt I really couldn't learn the technology. But while the "I," the conscious part of my personality, was
unaware of my computer proficiency, other parts were completely in tune! Upon awakening, before I
brushed my teeth, I was instructed to report to my computer. It displayed a symbol if I had instructions
and was to continue for further instructions. They made it simple for me to access. There were codes for
'regulars,' people I met with weekly, like some of the movie stars in Malibu and Beverly Hills. I was given
schedules and lists of people to meet, or to be expecting to meet, and dates to be at certain places at
certain times, so I would know to have my hair done, nails polished, what time, location, etc. I didn't any
longer have to report to the room at the Holiday Inn; I could get my instructions from home. After the
mid 80's, my controllers began accessing me more directly without Craig being so much in charge. They
took more direct control.
Often my instructions were to wait in meditation beneath the cross at the University. I was used
heavily during this time, and spent less and less time with my family. Men in suits or men that looked
and dressed like they were gardeners at Pepperdine would come up to me and give me messages while I
was in a meditative state. Later, men in suits would pick me up, tapping me in code on my shoulder two
or three times, after which I would get up and go with them. This particular time, the men drove me to
weapons warehouses where I delivered detailed messages to arms dealers and recorded their responses
to take back. Lots of foreign countries' arms 'deals' took place in warehouses, at least the original
dealings. After that I would take the message back and deliver it that night wherever I was directed. Then
I would return home in the evening to my family, having thought I had 'studied' in the university library
the whole day. Fat chance!
Mind Control Adventures
An Iran-Contra arms trade took place in a warehouse in Santa Monica. Nothing was ever to have
been traced back to Reagan because it was to have been a covert operation to raise funds for other
projects, "research projects." They felt justified in selling arms to anyone, including our enemies, because
they felt that the days of armed conflict were over. Instead we could now win wars using our high tech
psychological, chemical and electronic warfare, if we ever needed to, and be able to use mind control
technologies to insure the enemy laid down their weapons. But in the meantime, we could sell them
comparatively obsolete weapons and make money for furthering the research in mind control.
Lots of drug and arms deals took place in warehouses in California, especially in and near Santa
Monica and Malibu. A lot of foreign connections were made in order to increase the funds for the
continuation of the research projects. And they used the mind-controlled robots they had created to earn
money for them. Many, many people are under mind control and have been working for them for years -
men and women who are dentists, attorneys, stockbrokers, doctors, psychiatrists, psychologists,
politicians, bankers, corporate heads, engineers, newspaper editors or owners, nurses, teachers,
principals, etc. etc. etc. And all these programmed people are used to further "the cause," each placed in
strategic positions for use by the Council.
The technology available is so advanced that most people couldn't even dream of it. It far
surpasses anything yet seen on sci-fi movies or read about in books -- total automation, even of people.
They put mind control operatives into jobs that included travel and then used them
internationally to further their cause. They felt there was no way that they couldn't succeed since so
many are now under their complete control and are able to be controlled by universal signals, enabling
them to put certain words, phrases, or symbols into the current media (movies, television, newspapers,
music, etc.) and the mind-controlled robots are programmed to step up their pace. Certain words have
been paired through programming to different tasks these robots are assigned to do. So all they have to
do is to hear the word combinations, tones, frequency, etc., and they can all be commanded within a very
short time to carry out their programmed instructions.
Fun in the Sun?
At other times I would report to Zuma Beach and think I spent the day relaxing in the sun by
myself. In actuality I climbed out of my beach chair and walked out into the surf, swam into the waves,
sometimes for long distances, easily and effortlessly, as my programming commanded, to meet a boat
just outside the wave break. A man in the boat who helped me on board, dripping wet, handed me a
towel and once said, "My, but you must be an important person." I couldn't comprehend or respond
because I was in total program and this event 'wasn't really happening.'
He drove me to Point Mugu and apologized when due to large surf conditions he couldn't get in closer
when we neared the rear entrance. I told him not to worry that I was used to swimming long distances
and was adept at swimming waves. I told him I'd just use the waves to get me in easily. I had a program
that rendered my body incapable of feeling the temperature of the water, so I could enter very cold water
and not get cold. So I dove off the boat in my bikini and swam to shore. There were some pens and an
underwater screen that I knew to swim around to get to the shore. I walked onto the beach area, to the
cement and the chain link fence, then waited until a man in a white naval uniform let me in and escorted
me to an outside shower they used when they swam. He took me inside to a bathroom, where I found a
naval uniform, white blouse with navy blue and gold trim, and a white skirt and navy blue heels neatly
piled up for me to wear. My hair was trimmed every 4 weeks so that I could just run my fingers through
it and it would look okay, since it was naturally curly. The same officer took me through an area where
they used a metal scanner on me for security purposes and I had to pass through a light monitor and did so with flying colors. Then I was escorted in to see whomever I was to report to - an officer,
Commander, Reagan or sometimes Bush. But this time I was there to meet Reagan and to be
demonstrated to a group of foreign scientists they wanted to recruit for research.
I was put into a clear cylindrical capsule, maybe for show, and then Reagan showed these men
how I reacted upon command. He demonstrated the use of my mind files by quickly asking me for
detailed information and descriptions of schematics. I performed up to speed, dictating to them the
elaborate 3-D holographic craft images that I was viewing in my head. All the men clapped. In the
beginning they had to condition me to the clapping because it flipped me out and switched me, and then
I would be surprised to find myself where I was. Usually after the demonstrations were finished, Reagan
would limo me out with him and we went for a quick sexual encounter somewhere, locally. Later, they
put me into another car and dropped me back at the beach, where I changed once again into my bikini.
Lying on my beach chair, enjoying the California sun, I obeyed my program that commanded, "Slowly
come out of the meditative state."
Later when I returned home I would stand in front of my computer and hit the buttons I was
programmed to select in order to type in a message or answer from Reagan or whomever I had been
with, so Henry would get the message. I don't know how it worked but there would often be an instant
reply typed back on the screen, coupled with a command to "erase the day, that it was a relaxing day in
the sun and surf."
Working Girl
There were times I was taken by the life guard boat to Point Mugu and escorted to a Captain's
quarters to be used. They gave me other clothes to wear and then helicoptered me to Reagan's Ranch,
usually for meetings with foreign leaders. And when Henry wasn't there (he often wasn't), I was there
standing in for him, but the attendees thought I was a secretary to Reagan. Reagan relied on information
I had in my mind files, put there for his access by Kissinger. Kissinger ran large portions of the foreign
diplomacy of the United States Government by sending me to these meetings.
Over the years when people like Rebozo, Sinatra and Bush wanted to take me out (kill me), Henry
would stop it because he and the Council had worked years, even decades, to set up the connections I had
with people. Henry had key robots in key situations so that everyone was working in perfect three-part
harmony. I had been put close to U.S. government leaders, British royalty, Margaret Thatcher, and
leaders of other countries, and these relationships were "seasoned with time," Henry would say, and so
he wanted to keep me in as long as possible. Henry said these relationships were priceless because these
contacts knew and trusted me over time, with no ill effects, so in the future they would share information
with me about more important things without worry.
Henry had me tested often, especially after the accident and when I began psychotherapy full
time. I was breaking down but they were building me back up in other directions without my missing a
beat in my assignments. My personalities who were close to foreign leaders had not had the accident and
were cut off from that experience. Instead they enjoyed total health and well being in order to continue
their work. Different personalities had been created for different leaders so Henry could easily instill new
information or messages, yet retain the personality as it had been created especially for the individual
leaders.
I was flown by helicopters that took off from naval ships out at sea, into foreign countries to be the
connection maker for munitions or drug transactions with various countries - Columbia, Bolivia, Mexico,
Jamaica - I can't remember them all. But I was dressed in a military uniform and flown in helicopters
down into these places to deliver messages, usually to a man in uniform who was heavily guarded. But
here again, they didn't have a clue that our country possessed weaponry that looked like anything but weapons - that couldn't even be seen: invisible weapons that could drop people to their knees and
render them incapable of functioning. No need to kill them, just send targeted energy and control their
brain wave activity.
I remembered a time when the pilot called to a foreign bank to see if the money was in the account
before he would release the sale of weapons. Money was made not only on the sale of the weapons, but
even more on the financial arrangements made that created huge revenues from the interest on the loans
to desperate countries, willing to pay whatever it took to save the lives of their people. So they paid top
dollar for the weapons and paid interest on the loans in addition. All this was planned, down to the
instigation of wars that would create an international weapons market. It also kept nations busy buying
obsolete weapons America said were the best. We kept them looking the other way as we were secretly
using the copious profits from the sales to fund more mind control research, so the plan for the world
takeover could be implemented. All this was done by very smart and manipulative people who used very
strategic planning. Saudi Arabia and other foreign countries inadvertently funded a lot of NASA research
and, when there were arms embargoes or other embargoes, all it meant was the price was forced up and
the United States made even more money.
Point Mugu Demonstrations
After demonstrations at the circular arena in Point Mugu, Reagan left in a limo with Secret
Service agents flanking him heavily because of the assassination attempt. I was escorted out and after the
agents put Reagan into the back of the limo, one of the agents took the passenger spot in the front seat
opposite the driver and gave him instructions on where to go. Then, after some of the agents left to
report to their next duty, a remaining agent opened the back door and put me in next to Reagan and we
were off. The glass was put up between the front and back seats before I got in.
Reagan became very good at saying things to me in order that I might feel like he was being polite,
when he was really getting around the fact that I wasn't allowed to eat. One day we were taken to a fish
restaurant in Malibu on a Monday, when the restaurant was normally closed, but they opened it for the
opportunity of serving the President. Reagan went in first with a phalanx of Secret Service agents
flanking him on all sides. You couldn't even see him in the group and after he was seated in a secluded
booth in the back I was brought in and they told the waiter I was his visiting niece. With a towel on his
arm, the waiter asked Reagan, "And what will the young lady be eating this afternoon?"
Reagan looked at me and I said, "Thanks, but I've already eaten."
Then he made some joke about it as he began eating his fish, carrots, rice and salad. I sat and
smiled at him while he ate, and listened intently. When he was finished, the Secret Service took care of
the bill and he was escorted back out to the limo in the same way he went into the restaurant - then they
put me back beside him. Our next destination was a grouping of small rustic cottages along Pacific Coast
Highway. The driver drove around back and the Secret Service agents went to the room first, opened it,
checked it out, and then came back to the car. opened my door, escorted me in, shut the door and I
waited, parked in robotic mode, while they Reagan brought in.
After the agents left the room, Reagan commented that he liked the place, that it reminded him of
the Ranch. He took my right hand and asked, "Should we do our dance?"
"You bet," I answered. So he twirled me around several times, for programming purposes and
then laid me on the bed. I was wearing a white pantsuit with fancy tassels on the front and short white
boots. He had given me a Reagan watch to wear for the day, but later the agents took it away. Reagan
loved the watch. He unbuttoned my shirt as he lay on the bed next to me and went directly for my belly
button and began tracing his fingers around my navel. Waiting for my programming to kick in, he laid on
his back for me to satisfy him. Afterwards, he took a short nap and then sent me out to notify the agent who was waiting in the limo. The agent snapped to attention and directed the driver to get into
position, and they escorted Reagan back to the limo.
We took off down Pacific Coast Highway again and they stopped to drop me off at a gas station in
Malibu, where I met a man in an unmarked car who drove me back to the cross at Pepperdine. When he
let me out he said, "Weren't you meditating?" In response, I robotically walked under the cross and sat
there again. He yelled, "Not too long!" and drove off. I stood up, totally unaware I had been with anyone,
thinking I had only been in deep meditation for a long time. I found my car and drove through the
canyon home where, with the help of our maid, I prepared dinner. I was pretty out of it.
I was used with Reagan hundreds of times if not more, ever since I was a teenager. He knew that I
had to have time in between when he used my mind files for demonstration or information and sex. So
having a leisurely lunch provided the time necessary. A cue or signal had to be given to shut down the
mind files and then, from that time on, a certain amount of time had to elapse before sex. Once he was
President, the Pepperdine cross served as a pick-up point where I was taken to cabins, cottages, or out of
the way homes to be with him sexually after the Council had input me with information for him via my
home computer. Many messages were phoned to me by Bob, or more often Henry, when they were of a
political nature, because political details were more complicated and took more time than the simple
well-grooved routines of sexually satisfying stars or political friends of Bob's.
In the early 80's I also rendezvoused with Reagan for sex on nights I drove off by myself in the
car, telling my husband I needed to learn to become more independent. I got in my car and played the
'metaphysical game' I learned from books I was suggested to read. For example, I just drove
spontaneously and magically stopped when it 'felt right.' One evening, it just 'tell right' to stop at a very
expensive hotel in Santa Barbara and I checked into a room and waited for Ronnie. Naturally, before he
got there two men in suits, carrying briefcases full of programming equipment, let themselves into my
hotel room and tortured me in preparation for the President.
Another time it just 'felt right' to stop at a large hotel near the pier in Santa Monica, where again, I met
with Reagan.
Point Mugu Naval Weapons
Station and Dolphins
I remembered being on a gurney at Point Mugu, with a white sheet over my body, a white
electrode cap over my head and an IV in my arm. I was hooked up to electrodes all over my scalp and on
my wrists and they were having me listen to whale and dolphin sounds via headsets. Huge banks of
audio equipment and big tapes on recorders were all running. They often played music or sounds in one
ear and tones or word instructions in the other. Sometimes the sound was excruciatingly loud in one ear
and nearly inaudible in the other. The words were barely audible but I often tried really hard to listen to
what was being played in my ear, though it was impossible to hear. The loudness hurt my ear and the two
extremes coupled together nearly drove me crazy.
There were dolphins in tanks at Point Mugu that were also used in research. At times, they also
had electrodes on their heads. I think they were attempting to measure thoughts and telepathic
communication. At one point they directed me to send a message to the dolphin with my mind, and then
listen and decode the language of the dolphin's reply. They tried it with whale language also. The swim
programs that allowed me to swim long distances without tiring, were also coupled with the hypnotic
suggestion that I was like a dolphin and could swim forever like one.
I think the dolphin research was a secondary project, and among other things was a project to
further U.S. Intelligence technology in telepathy. The dolphin research continued because we could communicate long distance with the dolphins, sending messages, and when I received them, I was
given a number to call immediately to report what I heard. They paired this need to report with having to
go to the bathroom and once in the bathroom I would dissociate, switch personalities and phone in to
report, sort of like "ET phone home."
Just a week before my husband and I were getting ready to go on a sailing trip to the Channel
Islands, I remembered performing a visualization I was taught, where in my mind, I pictured myself in
the middle of a group of dolphin. I performed this whole process in an attempt to actually link up with
the dolphin on our trip. Before we left, I told Craig I was going to have a dolphin experience! Low and
behold, way out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, a whole pod of dolphin swarmed our boat. When I
saw them coming I got so excited that I slipped on my diving mask, and jumped off the boat into the
middle of them. No one on board could believe my impulsive actions! It seemed that time stood still and
I felt like I was held in a state of suspended animation as one large dolphin seemed to energetically link
up with me. Time seemed to stand still and it was an amazing experience! After that I began to "see light
in everything." I still don't have an understanding for exactly what happened, but I began having
incredibly prophetic dreams and more psychic experiences. I believe this also was part of an experiment.
There was extensive "dolphin programming" done on me. Movies, stills and motion pictures with
beautiful music were shown, administered together with drugs they injected into my arm in order to put
me in a state of utter euphoria while I was viewing the dolphin pictures. These movies and other positive
stimuli reinforced good feelings that emerged in order to deter me from the Star Wars information.
Dolphin programming covered the Star Wars Project. Whales covered a NASA project. This all-powerful
programming was meant to keep me from accessing the information stored neatly in my brain away
from my conscious awareness.
There were movies I felt drawn to all of a sudden leave my family at night to attend. I went to
different new age bookstores or other places where I was told to go to see dolphin movies, some very
sophisticatedly created with music. A couple who created and traveled to share their dolphin movie, told
the small audience to go into a meditative state and watch the film in order to gain expanded
consciousness. The movie contained different geometric shapes shown along with the dolphins in
underground cities. The dolphin theme was continued when I was living on the island of Kauai.
President Reagan's project, STAR WARS, was located in my mind files under Dolphin
programming. I accompanied Reagan lots of times to Point Mugu and other military bases, but Point
Mugu was the original site where I would download top secret information from the mind files, first.
Then I was taken to different bases all over, usually without Reagan, to deliver the same information,
over and over and over again; all over the world to the major players. The Around the World In 80 Days
movie and song was used to cover this activity. So I'd think of that movie and believe I was remembering
that instead of my actual assignment. Other movies were used in an attempt to cover and intentionally
scramble my experiences. As I retrieved memory of ways I was used, I sorted through the 'movie
realities' to discover what actually happened.
Star Wars was a global network working together for global control. This network continued as I
was transferred to the island of Kauai where I reported often to Barking Sands Missile Base.
Dolphin Programming and Pornography
Another auxiliary project, one that brought in proceeds, was dolphin pornography. Dolphin porn
was filmed in Malibu and in the dolphin tanks at Point Mugu. It was convenient because they had cages
already built and so the dolphins could be housed there for use almost anytime. Reagan really loved the
dolphin stuff. He watched a porn video of Kelly and I with a couple of dolphins. During the viewing he
smiled, patted my leg and said, "I'll be with you later." He wasn't into sex with children and didn't have sex with my daughter. When the film was over he said, "Watching you do underwater ballet is
beautiful, but seeing you with the dolphin is out of this world!" He laughed and looked up, like he was
seeing a missile or shuttle launch. Lots of dolphin porn was filmed. I believe Bob gave copies of it to
Prince Charles, Prince Phillip and Margaret Thatcher, who is a lesbian.
Over the years my daughter Kelly was often programmed next to me. We would be instructed to
both touch our noses at the same time and then a shock would be delivered though the electrodes stuck
all over our bodies. We both had IV's in our arms and despite the trauma, we were giggling like we were
both drunk. She was very young and they continued this over the years. In addition to all the regular
programming, they also programmed us to be a mother-daughter sex team. There was lots of
programming laid in that made us believe that we were twin souls, "two peas in a pod." I was
programmed to believe that half of me was in her and half of her was in me. There was lots of identity
confusion. They programmed us to be totally synchronous, so we could flow together and work
harmoniously while sexually servicing whomever they sent us to.
Our controllers' used the movie ET as a "screen memory" to cover memory of these actual
experiences by telling Kelly and I that we were like ET and Elliot, and if one of us got free the other
would die. The message given was, "If you get deprogrammed or a hospital frees you, you will get
separated from each other for the rest of your lives. ET almost died and had to go to another planet away
from Elliott. A wilted Chrysanthemum flower plant will remind you, it will wither and die if it's off the
vine, away from its source."
At three months old Kelly was able to float on her back with no assistance, and further swimming
lessons early on enabled her to be an excellent swimmer, natural in the water. She also had
programming that enhanced her natural swimming capabilities, enabling her to swim long distances.
Kelly was good with the dolphins. She was specially trained this way from the time she was very small.
Years later, in 1993, as I became aware that my children and I had been taken to Point Mugu for
programming, I returned, trying to get a closer look in an attempt to understand what these people were
doing. But it was heavily guarded; now I know why. Interestingly enough, last year on a plane flight, I
had the opportunity to sit next to a man from California. I was spiritually guided to share with him my
experience of programming at Point Mugu Naval Base. When I got to the part about the dolphin tanks
and banks of recording equipment, his eyes widened and he said, "You must have been there; no one
knows about those unless they have been there; it's a classified area." After our conversation he just kept
shaking his head.
My family and I bounced from Point Mugu to UCLA for programming often, and when necessary
were taken to Edwards Air Force Base for further programming.
The Star-Spangled Banner
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming.
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming.
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Yeah, it still waves, but not over the land of the free and the home of the brave.
"Fear them not therefore: For there is nothing covered that shall not be revealed;
nothing hid, that shall not be known. "
-- Matthew 10:26
Chapter Thirty:
UCLA Neuropsychiatric Institute
Is It East or West?
I experienced many, many episodes of brainwashing, mind control, electroshock and tortures of
the mind at the University of California at Los Angeles, Neuropsychiatric Institute in Westwood. Their
involvement was the government's insurance that I would remain functional and amnestic of my use. Dr.
Louis Jolyon 'Joly' West's horrific expertise was involved so that I could be used at the highest levels over
the years without risk of my breaking down and remembering. Henry sent me with messages to give Dr.
West, with instruction in regard to things within me that he wanted checked out. Bob Hope didn't have
that connection, only Henry had access to West. I reported there for years but began going regularly after
Craig got into University of Southern California Dental School in 1973 and we made the connection in
Westwood with Dr. Milo Brooks, my original childhood pediatrician.
Nurses there checked me and wrote notes in regard to my pulse, eye movement, foot responses,
etc. In an attempt to scramble and confuse my conscious mind as to who Dr. West actually was, he would
cross his arms and point in both directions saying, "Is it east or is it west." And even now when someone
asks me for directions and mentions east or west I become momentarily confused and can't give them
the directions. Dr. West also programmed me to the red and green freeway on and off ramp signals, by
hypnotically suggesting that when I saw the sign upon entering Westwood it would make me switch to
the personality who had the information and knew where to go to report into the hospital. After my visit,
when I saw the signal on my way home, the sign was to remind me to forget what happened.
I was never allowed to walk near or ever act like I knew Dr. West when I saw him walking in the
corridor of the Neuropsychiatric Institute. I was instructed to walk by him with no recognition
whatsoever. He was a very large, heavy man, the "big wig" around there, and seemed to be in charge of
everything and everybody. I was programmed to report there to see his doctors for many years. There
was a younger doctor who put me in an examination room and did lots of neurological testing on me and
checked my responses to make sure I was still reacting within the normal range. He also directed me to
walk into the hall and go into a bathroom and wait for him. When he arrived he had sex with me and
afterwards gave me the suggestion that I wouldn't remember.
There was a room with a two-way window/mirror. After awhile I knew there were others watching
from the other side of the two-way mirror, since the doctor testing and asking me questions would
occasionally glance up at the window/mirror as if to communicate to those watching - "see, I told you,"
or "pay attention." They asked me lots of questions and at times I was displayed so other doctors could
see how I worked. I was seen as a high-level success since I was so split that I could be used in many
different modes without conscious awareness. I had actually been directed to enroll in the study of
psychology at Pepperdine University in Malibu. They were concerned that, if what I'd been privy to
hearing there at the NPI leaked into my conscious mind, they could have problems. So they had me get
my degree in psychology and study enough to make sense should my vast reservoir of psychiatric
knowledge and jargon leak into conscious awareness.
They had to check me more often after my accidents in 1985 and 1987. During the time I was a
student at Pepperdine University, I was more accessible to the Malibu and Point Mugu areas, and so,
available to Reagan at a moment's notice in the Malibu area when he was in California. Occasionally Dr.
West would slip into an examining room when the younger doctor was examining me. He explained that
there were some things he wanted to see for himself. He was arrogant with the young doctors and very
authoritarian. I heard him make condescending remarks about psychiatrists and clinical psychologists as
being beneath his level of expertise, since he was an MD neuropsychiatrist. He thought my therapist in Westwood, Stuart Perlman, Ph.D. was uninformed and easily controlled in my therapy in 1988-91,
since Stuart didn't consider the biochemical aspects of my case. I reported to NPI on an irregular basis
when I was told to report and I took Kelly there when instructed. As my functioning level decreased
when my early childhood memories began leaking back into my conscious mind, I was instructed to
report more often to UCLA-NPI. They knew the chemical combinations to shut me down at night so that
I couldn't access certain portions of my brain and memory during dream state, which I had begun to do.
That was why they had me take halcyon with a glass of wine every night during my term of therapy with
Stuart. Whatever this chemical combination was, the nurse told me to, "take 1/2 or 1/4 of a halcyon
tablet followed immediately with a glass of wine, preferably white, and you'll notice immediate
sleepiness and will fall into a very deep, peaceful sleep."
Then a doctor came back into the room after the nurse left, and said, "Repeat the directions to
me." So I did and he said, "Exactly right. You're to follow these directions every day in every way in order
to feel better. You will not, I repeat, you will not jump off of any building. You will not harm yourself in
any way. Do you understand my directions?"
Eyes closed and listening intently to his instructions from a deep trance state, I nodded yes.
He said, "Fine, you may go home now."
And I got up, walked out of the hospital and all the way through the campus to my car that I
parked near the library. When I drove past the stop sign on the freeway on-ramp it reminded me to "tuck
this experience into the deepest recesses of your mind," and I returned home.
When the memory of events I was programmed to forget began flooding into my conscious
awareness, I began responding by wanting to cut, burn myself or jump from the top of a high-rise
building in Los Angeles. I just thought I must be really psychologically disturbed to want to do
something like that. I simply could not fathom what was wrong with me and why these selfinjurious
commands continually caused me to feel like compulsively hurting or killing myself. And I had no way of
knowing that my controllers were not actually ready for me to do myself in, at least not until my
assignments with them were completed.
Mind Control Tune-ups
There was a surgeon at UCLA who instructed me to drive to the hospital to have sex with him. He
had dark hair, lightly dark skin, brown eyes and hairy arms. He was 6' tall, of good build and on the
young side. I was instructed to meet him at the doctors' cafeteria. Usually he had on his surgery greens or
blues and we would have lunch together. He was a vegetarian, and I watched him eat and later he had
sex with me in a small bathroom in the Neuropsychiatric Institute. The bathrooms in the NPI were
unisex and he would open the door, wave his hand for me to pass inside, and then he would quickly slip
in behind me and whisper, "shhh," so I wouldn't say anything. He switched the light off and began
feeling me all over and he usually preferred entering me from behind. As programmed, I smiled and
laughed and acted pleased no matter what. He liked for me to give him oral sex in his red sports car, but
not when the top was down. For programming purposes, he jingled keys in front of my face and then
he'd take me out and sometimes we walked in Westwood or went to lunch in a back booth at The
Bratskeller restaurant. He had a good laugh when I told him about my therapy with Stuart. He said,
"Dressed in little shorts like that and looking innocent like you do, how do you think he can keep his
mind on business?" I laughed and told him Stuart didn't understand. Truth was, Stuart wasn't sexually
addicted.
This UCLA doctor took me to different rooms in the NPI for reconditioning and "tune-ups," he
called them. One day he lifted me up on the examining table and I was giggling. He said they were taking
real good care of me, keeping all my parts oiled and lubricated to keep me in good working condition.
There were large tube-like machines that they put me into. When they closed the door, shutting me
inside, it made a vacuum like sound as it closed tightly and it kind of echoed inside. I lay on my back and
there was a small square mirror, mounted over my face. I think it was suppose to make normal, regular customers feel safe or less claustrophobic. Although this doctor stayed with me during the horrible
tests, he was kind to me most of the time. I didn't like the tests, but he told me what the doctors would do
and when. One time two doctors used a scalpel and cut a small incision behind my right ear for
something. I didn't know exactly what they were doing to me. They were always testing, probing and xraying me. They must have a stack of records on me a mile high.
They put me into a machine that was like a cylinder that spun me. I saw lights, and color; blues,
pinks, yellow, white, coupled with sound and electroshock. I watched and recorded in my photographic
memory as the doctors in white coats mapped my forehead and face and attached wires to me. At this
event there was a whole room of people sitting still like zombies, all with our heads totally mapped out.
Each mind-controlled individual has code numbers that follow them no matter what research projects
we were assigned to. They were studying our brains in all different contexts, in all different
environments, with different stimulation. They were also studying the genetic effects. They studied a
wide and varied range of the effect of environment and genes on a persons brain function, their life
function, their longevity, and their productivity. They monitored brain function by reading EEG
printouts taken from electrodes placed on my head, and registered and mapped lots of data that was
inputted.
Mind Control Technology of the Future
There were lots of times they laid me on a gurney and injected me with drugs, and then the
doctors talked to me while I was under the influence. There were many doctors at UCLA who knew all
about mind control and were well-trained for the technology of the future. They were told they were
specially selected because of their intellectual abilities "to participate in an effort at world peace in the
only method known to man." They were trained in the latest methods in how to program and operate
under mind control. There were lots of doctors involved, different ones at different times in different
places. I was "demonstrated and modeled" often over years for their learning, understanding, and
financial benefit. There were demonstrations for doctors, scientists, prison officials, and other
professionals who were selected to receive this top-secret mind control information.
Reagan was involved in this endeavor for years, ever since he was Governor and because he was
cooperative and "went along with the program." Then in later years, as President, the amount of people
who witnessed the demonstrations grew as the plan for the New World Order grew closer to
implementation. Those who were brought in to see the mind control technology could never go back to
not knowing. They needed an army of professionals to carry out the plan and the numbers of people
involved increased dramatically in the 80's after Reagan and Bush got into office and cooperated to the
fullest.
During Reagan's administrations the doctors at UCLA did tests and demonstrations in front of
other doctors explaining how I worked, but they called this "studies" of the mind or brain. They didn't
refer to any of it as mind control, but instead gave it the catchy name "behavior modification." They had
a circular arena where they conducted the demonstrations while I laid on a table or sat in a chair naked,
responding like a puppet to their cues. The demonstrations involved simple mind control techniques as
well as telekinesis. Once the doctor directed me to bend a spoon across the room with the power of my
mind. They told me to see the spoon bend in my mind and to focus solely on this thought to see it, and
hear the words that played in my mind; then the spoon would bend and sometimes it would even move
and fall off a table from across the room. Once I was programmed to hold out my hand with a key in it
and with my mind I bent the key. I curled it all up while I held my palm and fingers still, my mind totally
focused on the key. Most people have no idea the power a focused mind has. The doctors watching would
gasp. They also programmed me to start a fire from across the room with my mind.
Large grants were given to doctors who wanted to do further research into the power of the
mind or the mind/body connection, or studies of the brain. During one such demonstration, a group of
doctors witnessed the presenting doctor give me the hypnotic suggestion that I would not be burned. He
held a lighted match to my arm, and just as he said, I didn't get burned. One particular doctor filed by at
the end of the demonstration to get a closer look at my arm to see if, indeed, I was not burned. After
viewing my unburned arm, tears welled in his eyes, and in Catholic fashion he performed the sign of the
cross on himself and said, "Forgive us," and walked away.
Over the years, most scientists and doctors didn't respond as this sympathetic, compassionate,
scientific human being did. I believe that many were uninformed as to the level of the mind control
experiments and usages, and did not know exactly how the mind control was accomplished. But my
controllers were well aware of these technologies and used them to have me appear as "supernatural" to
people they wanted to influence. They could pre-program in these manifestations and have them occur
seemingly spontaneously without outside interference. This was how they rigged so-called miracles for
the Pope and other Catholic leaders at the Vatican. They programmed in 'miracles' like making my hands
bleed at the palms like Christ did or making me speak in high Latin tongue to the Pope or Bishops,
delivering messages that dropped them to their knees, kissing their rosaries or necklaces or my feet. I
didn't know what they were saying to me because I didn't really know Latin. They, like many others, were
open to these miracles delivered to them on what they thought were the 'wings of angels' (me) to
influence them. They thought I was some oracle delivering God's messages or angelic messages. I even
delivered messages to Reagan with a religious theme, but it only worked on those who were religious.
I went between UCLA and Point Mugu Naval Base often for this technology. Point Mugu had large
banks of audio equipment, dolphin tanks, and a pool, and UCLA had brain-testing equipment, MRI, and
virtual reality gear.
"For wide is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and many there are who enter that
way."
-- Matthew 7:1
Chapter Thirty-one:
Weaponry Technology of the Future
Kissinger and Nixon Visit
the Reagan White House
Nixon and Reagan talked a lot together. I know because I was there a number of times when that
happened. They even talked at the White House after Reagan became President. One time, Reagan was
sitting at his desk in the oval office when Kissinger escorted Nixon in. Kissinger greeted Reagan by
saying, "Mr. President, Dick is here to talk with you. He has some very useful information on foreign
policy that will help us." Then he added quietly, "Now I know as you do that no one is to know where this
information came from, but I thought you should be informed."
"Sure, have a seat Dick." Reagan said. Nixon smiled awkwardly as he held out his hand to Reagan.
Initially, Reagan didn't seem too happy, as if he had some reservation, but appeared to quickly
work through his feelings, and gathering more acceptance, reached out and shook Nixon's hand.
Nixon said, "I have information on some key foreign policy that needs to be implemented before
the year's end to insure smooth diplomatic relations with Russia and Saudi Arabia and a few other minor
European Countries." Standing there in his light brown suit, Nixon looked pretty nervous.
Kissinger said, "This information may be key to unlocking broader and deeper foreign relations,
especially with the Soviets."
Reagan leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head. Then, he closed his eyes. I
could see what he did because Henry had placed me off to the side by the wall on a wooden bench, in my
"parked" mode, waiting for further direction.
"Russia will be an ally if we can provide the following." Kissinger said.
"Guns (munitions), corn and," Nixon added, following his comment with a laugh like this was
absurd or something, "they would like free surplus wheat and grain - whatever we have in the stockades.
We wouldn't have to go to any expense. These surpluses have already been subsidized by our
government, so there will be no further cost to us. It's all just a layout on paper with no money exchange,
just surpluses in exchange for information."
"What sort of information?" Reagan asked.
"The sort of information that is held in top secret abeyance. It will have to be approved by the
higher-ups." Nixon said, continuing, "If we don't agree, there could be dire consequences for our
country. The higher-ups said we have no idea the havoc that will be created if we don't comply with their
requests. There's little to lose - just some excess surpluses."
"So you're saying I need to authorize the transfer of these surpluses?"
"Yes, Sir," Kissinger said, "the others will take care of this information on their end. You need not
be worried with the details, they will be taken care of and if there are any loose ends, I will personally see
to it that they are wrapped up." He handed Reagan a piece of paper to sign. "We need your authorization
for the shipments."
Reagan put on his glasses, picked up a pen and signed the paper Kissinger set before him. "Dick, I
appreciate your help in this matter. Foreign policy always came so naturally for you and I appreciate
your continued interest." He leaned back in his chair again.
"Anything I can ever do to help." Nixon said, standing and offering his hand to Reagan again.
Then he turned to Kissinger, shook his hand and left saying he would see himself out the side door.
Henry sat down across from the President, leaned forward and with great seriousness, looked
down at his folded hands, "I don't have to tell you how damaging this would be to the American public if
it got out that Nixon was advising us on foreign policy."
"No, no of course not Henry. Look, I have a meeting at 10 with the White House Staff. I appreciate
your help with this foreign policy. We all have our strengths and weaknesses." He smiled apologetically
to Kissinger and reached out to shake his hand good-bye.
Henry stood up, shook Reagan's hand, completing the handshake by putting his other hand over
the top of their handshake. I don't know what that meant, if anything. Then Kissinger nodded to me and we walked out to a waiting black limo. Lots of times in DC I waited in the limo for Henry while he
went in and out of places. We were all over the place. Henry had keys to lots of offices. I don't know why,
but he did.
Lots of times I sat in on the meetings Kissinger had with Reagan and others, so I could report
back to the Council (in a debriefing) accurately, exactly what was said and done at different meetings.
Arms Distribution - Guns for Drugs
Some countries wouldn't take anything except guns in exchange for their drugs. Reagan knew all
about it--Costa Rica, El Salvador, Jamaica, and other countries. Reagan cooperated with the Council
fully, doing everything they asked. He okayed American ships to meet with Soviet tankers to exchange
guns. Sometimes drugs were laundered through several foreign embassies so they couldn't be traced to
their original source and then the American guns would be transferred to Russia, China, Japan, etc.
The Council members were kingpins of drug coordination and money laundering down through
specific American corporations in order to get political favors and laws enacted in their favor to keep
their top companies. AT&T was one of them. The Council insured the financial success of these
companies so they could continue using them as fronts for their operations. The Council is at the top of
the powerbrokers. Each President went along with them or they are killed like JFK was.
My mind files were filled with information on guns, armories, and statistics on where the guns
were located and the inventory. Involved foreign dignitaries or leaders could access this information in
my mind files so they could know what was available to trade, then they would send me back with a
message regarding how much the gun supply could wield or buy in exchange for drugs. Then I would be
debriefed by the Council and prepared with a return message for the foreign leaders. From what I
witnessed, illicit drugs and gun running backed much of the American economy.
Reagan was not in any way unaware of the arms deals we made with foreign countries as he
publicly portrayed. I know because the Council sent many arms trade messages through me to him and
then he would give me the message and the Council would retrieve it through debriefing me. This was a
message I gave him from the Council: "Mr. President, the Council sends their amicable message to you.
Arms will go to Iraq in exchange for hostages." Sometimes after I delivered the recited message, Reagan
got really nervous and paced back and forth. But finally he would give his answer for me to take back to
the Council. Usually it was just a "yes." Lots of times Reagan made the decision without Bush's
knowledge. For some reason I felt like Bush really knew what was going on. Reagan always seemed so
uninformed, he never seemed to know what was happening and he made many decisions blindly without
knowing the details.
More on Guns and Drugs
There were wooden boxes of munitions on a dock that were to be loaded onto a large ship. I was
there to make sure the load of "sugar" got on safely and that payment was made. The men accepting the
shipment waited until the men in black police uniforms walked away and then they opened one of the
boxes and lifted guns, rifles, and hand grenades out of the packing. Packed on top were bags of sugar to
make it look like the whole shipment was sugar, but it was only a cover for what was really underneath.
This was a government operation - a highly camouflaged, covered up government operation. A group of
American officials were selling munitions to a nation we were at war with. It made the United States
government lots of money. They didn't even care that the guns were being used to kill our own soldiers.
Noriega was involved. It was a dangerous operation. The orders were that if there was any chance of
being caught, the shipment was to be thrown overboard. It was too risky to get caught.
There was also a naval officer that was involved. He was shaking hands with a man that I came
with and they were talking privately out of my earshot so I couldn't hear. The officer gave commands to one of the members of the crew to unload the shipment onto the docks and then they rolled the cargo
down the docks and stacked it on large carts. I climbed aboard the ship and we left immediately. There
was a window of time that was opened to get in and out to complete the deal. It began at 0800. So we left
port immediately and were quickly underway. There were some kind of devices on board that rendered
our ship untrackable at sea, so that they could not be detected. This way no one would even know that
the United States ship had been to the port. Sometimes the big naval or other kinds of ships would
unload their cargoes onto smaller ships that would then go into the port to deliver the goods. Our
government had very dirty operations. I was sent to deliver messages, many of them in foreign languages
to whomever the delivery was going to.
Another time I was used in a drug operation, I was delivered aboard a large Navy ship to an
Admiral who was standing behind his desk giving directions to a lieutenant. The blue eyed, heavyset
admiral was dressed in a white uniform and hat with navy blue and gold trim. He had on black patent
leather shoes and was very brutal. I think his name was Brimhall or something like that. I was ordered to
give him oral sex and some of his ejaculate fell onto his shoe. For that he slapped me with the back of his
hand so hard that I fell backwards.
We were going out to sea and when we neared Mexico we went into port for "supplies," which
meant a drug transaction. There were transactions in the Caribbean, also usually aboard Navy ships. I
was on board to service the Admiral and then complete a drug transaction. The Navy ships went the
route and to destinations of a major drug cartel. What looked like the defense of our nation or training of
our troops was really drug transportation that made lots of money for the U.S. The Presidents were
usually well aware of this business. The revenue was justified as funding large projects deemed necessary
for American defense. It was all a vicious cycle of lies and manipulations.
I was sent ashore to meet "the man with the parrot" and was usually dressed appropriately for
him to recognize me. They dressed me with a parrot shirt to match the parrot man I was meeting. The
messages were always different; sometimes I told the man to meet us with the stuff at 0800 at a certain
latitude and longitude out at sea off this or that coast. Lots of the deals and the boarding of goods (drugs)
took place out at sea. This way no one could detect illegal drug trafficking, as there was no one to
monitor the transactions late at night, out in the middle of the ocean.
Everyone in the government that held any position of power was well aware of these drug
transactions and their importance to our country's economy. In part, this is what keeps America head
and shoulders above the world economically. These ships went all over the world Mexico, Caribbean,
Costa Rica, Haiti, Cancun, Cozumel, Cabo San Lucas, Panama, Brazil, even Germany and USSR.
For years, I was used off and on to carry messages. They used lots of different slaves for these
activities because, otherwise, someone could get familiar and be detected. I know because I overheard
them talking about that type of security and how important it was for the Lieutenant Colonel to widely
vary the "pigeons," used for messages. I was taken from my home late at night and boarded onto a ship,
did my assignment, and was returned back home late at night. I was just phased back into bed with my
husband, as if I'd never left. I was kept at Point Mugu or other bases in isolation, and then debriefed
before I was driven home in a sedan to Agoura Hills. Sometimes I was helicoptered to Point Mugu, but
always transported late at night. During the drug transports I was always assigned to top men on the
ships with orders to please them in any way they desired. Then I was usually taken into the Admiral's or
Captain's private quarters. These rooms were nice, but small, and I was told to wait for further
instructions or to have sex with him. There were portholes in the room and it was simple but very
expensively done, as far as the materials: nice wood, brass and usually decorated in red, white and blue.
Sometimes after sex I would sleep in his bed with him until it was time for the transaction. Then he
would wake me up and instruct me in what to do, what to wear, what to say. Sometimes there were palm
trees on the beaches where we dropped off a load of 'goods,' on a remote beach. It was always at a different time, different location; so no one could detect or monitor what was occurring. Sometimes
the coast guard in certain locations was involved but not on a regular basis. They must have been
individually involved.
On many of these excursions, other factions would interrogate me in an attempt to find out
information. They would use bright lights, exhaust me, yell questions, withhold food and pull my hair or
take hold of my hair and smash my face into a desk in an attempt to gain information about my job, why
I wouldn't talk, who I was working for, endless questions. But nothing would come of it, because they
didn't know the keys and codes to access my mind file information, nor did I consciously know.
Some of the big deals I witnessed, involving more international figures, took place in the
Hawaiian Islands, like on Maui. And the deals involving Mexico took place in Mexico, often in Mazatlan.
While vacationing one year on Maui with my husband, I was taken away from him by men in suits, put
on a commercial airline by two Secret Service agents and flown to a location like Jamaica or Costa Rica
to deliver a message. I was given a clever disguise, dressed in a tourist costume - a fruit patterned skirt
and blouse, with a big straw hat with fruit on top of it, and made to look like an overweight old lady. The
place I was taken to was about an hour's drive from the airport by limo, and I was delivered through a
dirty and poverty-stricken town full of dark-skinned people, to a harbor seaport, then taken down to the
docks to make the deal. This way the person I was meeting on the ship could simply cut the deal and
leave by ocean without ever needing to be on land. There were palm trees by the ocean and the coastline
area was pretty much uninhabited toward the port. It was a rocky seacoast in many areas with few sandy
beaches. I was instructed to deliver the message only to the man in the white uniform who took a hold of
my left hand and elbow and asked me if I was lost. A man in a white Naval uniform and hat brought me
on board the large ship, momentarily, to receive the message I delivered, "Sir, the bird is flying north."
Then he quickly shuffled me off the boat and the Secret Service agents took me away by limo and I was
flown back to Maui. I was kept in isolation, without food or water for a day, before I was returned by my
husband's side at the pool where we were vacationing at the Hyatt Regency in Maui.
Weaponry Technology of the Future
While money was made during those days from the sale of weapons, the Council said guns and
munitions would be obsolete by the year 2000. The frequency warfare technology they possess will make
guns and munitions powerless because those wielding guns will have their brainwave frequencies altered
by the new weaponry to such a degree that they won't be able to think to commit a violent act. Society is
being kept unaware of this until these self-appointed overseers of our world have completely stepped up
the mind control within the populace. Then the people won't care about having obsolete weapons
because they will be under the total lull and control of specific, targeted electromagnetic frequencies.
Individuals won't be able to commit crimes against the populace. My controllers spoke about this as,
"creating peace on earth, contemporary style." (For more information on this still classified technology
read: Angels Don't Play This HAARP, Nick Begich Ph.D.)
Kissinger Displays His
Robot Technology
Over the years, Henry had me programmed to deliver information regarding the mind control
robot technology to different groups of men. These meetings took place my whole life. He or a
spokesman introduced me and explained to the audience, which were usually small, pre-tested groups,
that I would deliver a very powerful message.
But, the most important message they were eventually to take away with them was that I was a
human robot delivering highly technical information and that this was to be the technology of the future.
While I was being introduced, I sat at the front table looking straight ahead, waiting in "park
mode." Then I went to the front and initially explained, "Due to the inherent leap in technology, what
you are about to see and witness is very real. Along those lines it would be most appreciated if you would
hold all of your questions until the end and our moderator will be more than happy at that time to field
any questions you might have. Thank you and now we'll begin." Certainly, I was delivering this message
verbatim, as preprogrammed and couldn't have thought on my own to answer any questions.
And so I began, "The history of controlling man is old. Could we have the screen turned on
please?" I asked the man at the projector.
"As you can see, man was attempting to control his fellow man even in the cave man days.
Actually this attempt for control goes back even further." Meanwhile the moderator flipped to a slide
showing androgynous man pulling a woman by the hair where he wanted her to go. "So," I continued,
"man's control of man is ancient. What is on the cutting edge of technology today is what we choose to
call, 'harnessing the mind.' Who among us wouldn't like to be able to have instant recall? Or to be able to
read and retain information or documents." At this point they flashed slides pertaining to whatever
career paths these men were involved in and I had documents pertaining to each field, e.g., legal
documents for attorneys, medical reports for doctors, case histories for psychologists, account ledgers for
bankers.
"Who wouldn't like to have at your fingertips all the millions of minute details we find we need
everyday to function efficiently in our places of employment? Gentlemen, you are not alone in your
needs and desires. Since I have not seen a single hand in the room raised, I take this to mean that you,
too, could highly benefit from this new state-of-the-art technology in the future of mankind's ability to
think clearly, efficiently, and above all, with complete accuracy."
"Sound too good to be true? You will be pleasantly surprised to find that this technology is not
only true, but you also could benefit from its use. Other corporations, (or if it was a professional group,
I'd mention doctors, dentists, lawyers, etc.) around the country are at this time utilizing many facets of
this state-of-theart technology. The computer will one day soon be hardware of the past and the
companies that have this new technology will be among those on the leading edge. It will be impossible
to compete with individuals or corporations who are currently adapting to our new modes of
technology."
"Now, I'm sure you didn't get to your current level of success by using outdated modes of
operation. Why no, I'm sure each of you was among the first to own the latest in computer technology.
That is what sets you apart from business people (doctors, lawyers, CEO's, etc.) who did not have the
foresight that you had to opt for the latest technology has to offer."
After listening to this whole spiel, they were taken to their first demo, and afterwards they were
asked to fill out a brief questionnaire. They were asked to fill it out in order to insure the perfection of
future presentations. The questions were slanted toward gathering data -)n each participant's attitude,
openness, etc. They were also told they had the right to remain anonymous; however, they were told
there was no risk due to the fact that no one else would have access to these questionnaires.
As a final note, I said, "And to thank you, we will be sending every person who takes the time to
fill out this questionnaire a very special booklet we've been privy to call, "How To Insure Success in
Business: Without Burnout." So gentlemen, please loosen your ties, sit back, relax and enjoy the final
portion of today's presentation.
At which time, they were shown some more slides and given a little more information.
After 12 such sessions, if their returned questionnaires kept indicating they were "remaining on
track," they were introduced to the higher level of being let in on the secret. Then they were told that I was "a robot" and they too could own one, at very little cost to them. At that point they were asked to,
"just sign here for more information and one of our representatives will be glad to further assist you."
These demonstrations took place all over the world, for all different professions, including the
scientific research and medical communities. Even as a child of eight, Henry said I demoed so well and
had such an enormous impact on audiences that they would have their mouths gaping open, and Henry
was so proud of himself. By the time I was eighteen, I had spoken to groups all over the world.
Over time I went to "mini-conventions" for people who owned slaves, where slave tips, slave toys,
slave trades, etc. were exchanged amongst this certain group of men. "Men in the know" is how they
referred to themselves, who met to share their latest information.
I was there to hand out brochures before I was demonstrated. People loved the continual line of
programmed jokes that I spewed out and thought it was hilarious that I was handing out my own
brochure, miming like 'a perfect robot.' At times both men and women were in attendance. There was
some other business I was promoting, initially - not mind-controlled slaves - but that was what really
was being promoted under cover at these meetings. Certain pre-selected men were given large wooden,
golden keys, each displaying a phrase or word to unlock me. These individuals were allowed to unlock
and use me for the evening at pre-specified times. It was explained to these so-called gentlemen that
these "keys" only worked for this one night. It was further explained that due to the kaleidoscopic
programming effect, that the keys would revolve a band on the outside of my skull and would stop in just
the right place so the eyes of the personality specifically keyed would lock in each and every time. I think
those men who were given keys were the only ones allowed to know the true nature of my mind control
programming. They must have been interested in purchasing "their own." But publicly acceptable
business also took place at these events parallel to this subterranean line of business, so that money was
made from all angles.
In later years, Kissinger used the movie Working Girl as a scramble in an attempt to keep these
memories from being clear to me. It was not only used for me but for lots of other corporate robots like
me. Henry said it should sufficiently remedy any problems or questions... should any of us robots begin
to remember.
"The kingdom of heaven has suffered violence, and men of violence take it by force. "
-- Matthew 11:12
"Blessed are those servants whom the master finds awake when he comes."
-- Luke 12:37
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