Part 9 : Eyes Wide Open...The Programming Matrix....Candy Girl Child Prostitute

Eyes Wide Open
By Fiona Barnett
The Programming Matrix

MK was a CIA gig, not DoD.

- Lt. Col. Michael Aquino

‘I  need  you  to  hold  my  hand  lightly.  Don’t  pull  on  it. You  need  to  leave  me  under longer, so I have time to explore and see what I need to see. You need to ask me specific questions like what people are wearing, so I notice the detail. You can do this. You have good skills.’

‘I know,’ my therapist nodded, as if to convince herself. ‘I do have good skills.’ ‘Why are you so hesitant?’ I asked.

‘I don’t know.’

‘It’s just fear. . . fear of the unknown. Trust me. I know what I’m doing. Once I’m down there, I’ll be able to guide myself to where I need to go.’

She waved her fingers back and forth across my face.

‘Do it lots,’ I urged, as I felt my dissociated form sink into the chair. ‘I need to go very deep.’ I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable to appear. . .

‘It’s dark,’ I note. ‘I’m in a corridor. I’m the Gatekeeper. I’m walking towards a door.

It’s locked. Tell me to unlock the door.’

‘Unlock the door.’

‘I open the door. It’s an office. The walls are lined with brown, wooden panels. There’s filing cabinets and furniture. On my left is a chair, like a dentist chair. There’s a little blonde girl in the chair. She’s three. Kidman is leaning over her. He’s sticking sharp things up her nails. He’s putting a tube down her nose and pouring white liquid down it…’

I clasped my therapist’s hand as she waved her fingers across my face. I ignored her growing ambivalence, closed my eyes, and relaxed into the leather couch. Inside my mind,my consciousness had boarded an invisible Tardis and was travelling to the targeted location. Then - darkness. I was the Gatekeeper again. I was living the scene from the Matrix movie where Neo stood in a white corridor in front of a row of doors, each door leading to a different scene of the matrix virtual reality program. Except, this room was black and confined. It was shaped like a pentagon. I was surrounded by five locked doors. I opened each door, stood back, and spoke:

‘It’s safe to come out now.’

A sea of blue-eyed blonde faces slowly emerged from the doorways, ranging in age from  three  to  sixteen  years. Some  were  clothed  in  frilled  baby-doll  dresses,  ritual robes, martial arts gi, jodhpurs, or painting smocks. Some were naked, bloody, bleeding and bruised. They  all appeared  bewildered  and  frightened.  Light  emanating from  the  five  doorways flooded the room which was now packed with a crowd. Suddenly every single person in that room realized what had happened, looked up at Heaven and screamed in unity:

‘GIVE ME JUSTICE!!’

I buried my head into the back of the couch, raised my hand to heaven – and screamed from some unfathomable place. I screamed until my consciousness left my body and I was oscillating between two dimensions. In the other dimension, I stood in the middle of a long, rectangular-shaped room that resembled an ornate palace ballroom. Tall elders dressed in stately robes and gold crowns were seated along the two lengths of the celestial hall. The elders stared at the floor in solemn, reverent, pensive silence as I pleaded my case against Antony Kidman. My cries in this world translated into language in that place which the elders understood. I saw the elders deliberate over Antony Kidman’s judgement. I marveled at the reverence they had for a single human life, even that of a most vile evil human being. I saw them reluctantly pass judgement over Kidman and condemn him to Death and Hell.

I lay on a couch throughout this integration process, with my husband seated next tome. My husband thought he should support me by holding my outstretched hand , something I resented because every time he touched me, I was sucked back into this world. Each time Jon released my hand I could see the celestial hall.

Afterwards, I explained everything I saw. Both my therapist and husband thought  I was simply emotional and imagining things. I further detailed the experience to my therapist in an email that night. To everyone’s astonishment, the following day the Australian media reported that Antony Kidman was dead. He had died under questionable circumstances in Singapore immediately after I witnessed his celestial judgement.

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DID Defined

What is commonly called a ‘multiple personality’ or an ‘alter’ is no more than a brain area sectioned off by trauma-induced amnesia walls. A group of behaviors and memories are separated  from  the victim’s general  brain functioning, so that  different ‘personalities’ within an individual possess independent neural circuitry.

All mind control programming is a variation on a theme, determined in part by the victim’s own imagination and their predicted roles within both the CIA and the Luciferian Cult. Hence, while Alice and Oz are universally employed programming scripts, their application differs for each child victim. Think of this process as a computer game in which the player can partly determine its design. For this reason, the recovering victim can subvert the program, just like Neo did in The Matrix, since everything is occurring within the recovering victim’s mind in the absence of the original programmer. This recovery process is easier when the original programmers are dead, and the bond with them severed.

The more creative and visual the child victim, the more highly skilled the programmer, the  more  sophisticated  the technology  used  –  the  more  seamless  the  result.  Since my programming  was  perpetrated  by  the  fathers  of modern  mind  control  at  prime  CIA  and military intelligence facilities, and because I possessed maximum creative and visual-spatial capacity,  my  shifting  between alters  was  relatively  undetectable.  These factors  may also account for why I have always been co-conscious during memory retrieval. Most victims of mind control are seriously dissociative during therapy work, or even daily existence, they have little to no recall for what just occurred during a therapy session. Not only have I always been completely aware  of  what  is  occurring  during  therapy I have  consistently  planned  and directed my own recovery process. I also believe my programmers intentionally designed me to  be  co-conscious  for  recall, since dissociative  recall by individual alters  would have facilitated instant download of information – and my brain stored too many military secrets for that. Co-conscious recall is difficult because the victim battles her own will to remember.

Memories  for  trauma  are  clearer  than  memories  for everyday  events.  Flashback memories of trauma are extremely lucid and detailed, like a movie. Further, high IQ young children  develop   asynchronously  compared  to normal  kids,  and  have   superior,  often photographic memories. My earliest memory is of being a toddler and waking up crying. To distract me, my father took me onto the balcony, pointed up at the dark sky and said, ‘Look! Look  at the  stars!’  That  is  a  clear  memory.  So,  yes,  it  is highly  plausible  for  me  to  recall memories of being tortured and abused at age three years.

My  programming  was  laid  at  multiple  Australian  and  US  facilities  during  the  early

1970's to mid-1980's, including the following:

- University of Sydney

- Chelmsford Hospital, Sydney

- US Embassy, Canberra

- Fairbain Airforce base, Canberra

- Holsworthy Army Base

- ANSTO Nuclear Reactor, Lucas Heights

- Milson Island, Hawkesbury River

- Disneyland, California

- Dulce, New Mexico

A  team  of  USA  and  Australian  programmers,  handlers, and  military  trainers  were employed,  with  large  teams  of  assistants  at  their  disposal  who  worked  around  the  clock during intense programming times:

- Joseph Mengele

- Louis Jolyon West

- Michael Aquino

- John Gittinger

- Antony Kidman

- Leonas Petrauskas

- Patricia Ann Conlon

- Victor Chang

Programming Scripts

These  people  used  ancient  programming  scripts  passed down  through  Luciferian dynasties.  Scripts  employed traditional  nursery  rhymes  and  fairy  tales, modern cartoons based   on   ancient   mythologies,   and   children’s books   series   specifically   written   for programming purposes. Programming scripts included: The Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe, Peter      Pan, Lord of the Rings, Alice in Wonderland, and The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Note the word ‘wonder’ in the last two titles. Oz is Osiris, and mind control was developed in Ancient Egypt.

The authors of children’s classics were linked to pedophilia scandals and/or occultic societies that practice pedophilia as a religious rite. Reformed Luciferian John Todd Collins outed close friends J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis as HOGD members. J.R.R  Tolkien’s son ‘Father John Tolkien’ was outed in the UK press as a pedophile Catholic priest with a penchant for altar boys. C.S. Lewis’ Narnia series features a character named Tumnus who is based on the pedophile god Pan. James M. Barrie’s Peter Pan similarly paid homage to Pan. Barrie’s concept of Lost Boys refers to boys’ whose emotional development was stunted at the age at which they were  first  child raped  and  inherited the pedophile  spirit of  Pan. Alice  in  Wonderland series author Lewis Carroll was a pedophile who took naked photos of his obsession, a young child named Alice. Peter Pan author J.M. Barrie groomed the parents of three Davies boys and forged their will to gain custody of their sons after they were orphaned. Michael Davies suicided with his male lover at 21. Barrie had written him at age eight years, ‘Dear Michael, I am very fond of you, but don’t tell anyone.’ Peter Davies burnt all of Barrie’s letters, and said,‘It  was  all  too  much’  before he also  suicided.  C.S.  Lewis  similarly  took  custody  of young orphaned boys after marrying their dying mother. Underground pedophile networks were named Peter Pan Club and Lewis Carroll Collectors Guild because their founders recognized James M. Barrie (Peter Pan) and Lewis Carroll (Alice in Wonderland) as pedophiles.

The Narnia series charmed the Protestant churches during the 1980's. My protests  of ‘It’s satanic’ were met with ‘Aslan represented Christ and the characters and story reflected the Bible.’ The Holy Ghost does not inspire Christians to glorify Baphomet in fairy tales aimed at  kids.  My  youth  group leader  (our  pastor’s  daughter)  justified  screening  occult-themed movies by arguing ‘It’s okay so long as good triumphed over evil at the end of the tale.’ Dumb sheep similarly justify the Harry Potter books because ‘at least it encourages kids to read.’ The Harry Potter series contain the same Witchcraft 101 content taught to coven children.  These books and films are programming and witchcraft teaching tools.

Ancient  Egyptian  and  Babylonian  programming  scripts starring  pagan  gods  were represented within Western culture as popular cartoon characters, for the expressed purpose of  programming  a  new  generation  of  child victims.  Pagan  gods  Dagon  and  Diana  were re-branded Aqua  Man  and Wonder  Woman.  These  comic  characters originally  engaged  in Luciferian  themes  of  torture, kidnapping,  sexual  violence  and  sadism.  The  people who developed these characters were connected to MK-ULTRA. For instance, the Isis-worshiping character Wonder Woman was created by William Marston, MK-ULTRA psychologist and lie detector inventor. Marston hired Lauretta Bender as a consultant to develop the Wonder Woman comic. Lauretta Bender was a MK-ULTRA pediatric neuro-psychiatrist who  routinely electrocuted   children,   including toddlers,   at   Bellevue  Hospital   in   New   York. Marston described Wonder Woman as ‘…psychological propaganda for the new type of woman  who, I  believe, should  rule  the world.’  Thus,  Wonder Woman captures the  Jezebel  spirit of  de-masculinisation of society, as promoted by the Luciferian Order.

Other cartoon characters incorporated in my programming were: Casper, Batman, Cat Woman, Top Cat, and Felix The Cat. I recall a Cat Woman programming sequence that was chanted at me in the Holsworthy lab. The program had nine levels based on a cat’s nine lives. When Kidman reached level six, he shoved his face in mine, and stared into my left eye (which directly accessed my right brain hemisphere) and chanted: ‘Number six! Number six! What do we find at number six? Number six has lots of tricks! There are six spirits at number six.’

Disneyland,  Disneyworld  and  Walt  Disney  films  were specifically  developed  for programming   MK-ULTRA   child victims   like   me.  Famous   pioneer   psychologists and psychiatrists  hired  out  Disneyland  of  a  night  to practice  programming  children.  I  was subjected to Candy Land and Disney Princess programming that focused on the Evil Queen and   Wicked   stepmother   characters. Disney   movies  used   to   create  and   reinforce my programming  included: Fantasia, Peter  Pan  (with  a focus  on  Tinkerbell), Sleeping  Beauty, Cinderella, Snow White and Bambi. Popular TV shows were also used, especially Bewitched and I Dream of Jeanie.

Certain songs were used to reinforce or trigger my MK-ULTRA programming. I would often find myself stuck in a thought loop with one of these, to stop me recalling my abuse. The most memorable songs used on me were: Queen of Hearts, The Candy Man, Wild Thing, Candy Girl, and Funky Town.

The MK-ULTRA scientists abused me within a Luciferian ritual context. Scientists in white lab coats played a synthesizer chanting the names of these inter-dimensional entities, to insert them into and cement my programming. In a research lab beneath Holsworthy Army Base, technicians programmed the words, ‘Know this spirit, know this spirit, know this spirit…’into a synthesizer and repeatedly played this up and down the keyboard at various speeds, while Kidman and others breathed ‘spirits’ into my mouth.

Programming Structure

The Induction

The hypnosis induction script that accessed my programming began with me diving into the sea and swimming like Aqua Man to an underwater structure with a glass dome on top. I entered the glass dome which closed after me; the water drained. I passed through a set of sealed doors and reached the top of a metal spiral staircase. While descending the clockwise  staircase,  I  spun  in  an  anti-clockwise direction.  Then  I  passed  through  another sealed door, descended a straight staircase, and entered a final sealed door.

Behind the final door lay a 1960's doctor surgery waiting room. The long thin room featured brown panel walls and doors. As I entered the room, an elevator stood to my left. To the right of that a secretary sat typing at a desk which featured an old dial phone. To the right of the desk was a surgery door labelled Dr Kidman. Continuing right, the next door had a White Rabbit image instead of a name; it represented Joseph Mengele whose name was forbidden. The third door, at the opposite far end of the hall, was labelled Dr West. Two doors on the right wall were labeled Dr Gittinger and Dr Aquino.

Joseph Mengele in Australia

In  1991,  I  drew  a  close-up  of  Kim  Beazley  Snr accurate enough  for  my  mother  to instantly recognize him. My art therapy was drawn directly from implicit memory. When I drew  a  scene  or  person,  sometimes  it  was  like  the individual  was  posing  for  a  portrait. Sometimes I knew what I was drawing, other times the image unfolded before my eyes as if I were observing someone else moving the pencil.

Mengele was about 61 years old and fat like a toad when I met him at the US Embassy in Canberra. During therapy I had a flashback to his face which I drew. His serpent eyes were framed by full brows and dark circles beneath. His dark hair was slicked back.

A photo of an obese man seated at a table, said to be Joseph Mengele, appeared on the internet. This photo better resembles my memory of Mengele than the person the CIA  confirmed lived and died in South America. I believe that was a lookalike, promoted by the CIA            as  part  of  a Psychological  Operation  to  distract  the  public  from  the international  role Mengele played in Project MK-ULTRA, and to discredit witness testimonies like mine.

Helen Holowczak took me to Canberra for a week when I was three years old. A week provides ample time to lay base MK-ULTRA programming. During this trip, Helen took photos of me dressed like Alice In Wonderland in a pale blue frock, red shoes and white cardigan, indicating mild weather. My mother said I returned home from that Canberra  excursion with a completely different core personality. I uncharacteristically ordered my mother out of my bedroom and told her I could clean it up myself. I further shocked her by dressing up and performing a promiscuous dance.

Joseph Mengele laid my Core programming during that Canberra trip, in a lab beneath the  US  Embassy.  The embassy  was  staffed  with  CIA  pedophiles  and  hosted VIP  pedophile orgies, like nearby Parliament House. A tunnel system existed beneath the US Embassy in which some of my abuse occurred. I was left naked and alone in a cage built into the side of a dark underground cave. I lost track of time but might have been left there for three days. During that time, Jesus appeared to me and taught me the first verse of the children’s song Jesus Loves Me. Thirty years ago, I regressed under severe trauma and sang this to my mother exactly like a three-year-old would.

I was subsequently tortured in a lab by Mengele and his assistants. At the start of this process, Mengele promised I could attend a fete being held on the US Embassy grounds for the diplomats’ children and their special guests. Mengele used the fete as a conditioning tool. Since I was special now, I too was invited – so long as I cooperated. The fete featured red- and-white  striped  tents  decorated  with  candy  canes  and  lollipops,  a  fairy-floss  maker, miniature pony rides, and a petting zoo. But I didn’t enjoy any of it. I felt sick. I felt confused. I felt frightened. I felt as though there was something very wrong inside my head. They broke my head! I lamented. They broke my head! All I cared for was my mother.

‘Mengele is the White rabbit!’ The epiphany struck me during therapy.

Mengele and his team wore white lab coats. One assistant was a red-headed female medical doctor. Another was Antony Kidman. I heard the tune Puppet on a String  as Mengele and his assistants circled me. They shoved me from side to side. They spun me  around and around until I was dizzy...

Love is just like a merry-go-round, with all the fun of the fair…

They placed me in the center of a blanket, gathered around its sides, and tossed me in the air until I was terrified…

One day I'm feeling down on the ground, then I'm up in the air…

Mengele electrocuted my left arm until it went limp. He picked it up and dropped it onto the table, and asked, ‘Look, your arm is broken. Do you want your arm  back?’ I nodded and cried. I could have it back only if I did as he said. And if I were good, I would get a pony ride. He tied a string to my arm and manipulated it like a marionette.

In or out, there is never a doubt, just who's pulling the strings…

They strapped me to an examination bed and electrocuted me. They placed a giant electrode  on  my  back  plus zapped  me  all  over  with  multiple  cattle  prods,  even inside  my vagina. My back arched violently as I screamed for my mother. They did this  until I went quiet and still.

Fritz Springmeier and his wife Cisco Wheeler wrote that the initial MK-ULTRA splits were  created  in  a  sensory deprivation  chamber  using  LSD,  and  that   the  brain naturally dissociates into five components. That is consistent with my experience. John C. Lilly designed the original MK-ULTRA sensory deprivation chamber. Using the chamber in combination with LSD, Lilly conducted research into penetrating the veil separating our dimension from others. His research was the premise for the 1980 film Altered States. Lilly achieved his goal.

My  base  MK-ULTRA  programming  was  laid  inter-dimensionally  using  a  sensory deprivation tank, LSD, and musical tones. Once I was limp from electrocution, Mengele and his team led me to a room containing a black sensory deprivation tank filled with salty water. They fed me a sweet drink, put something on my head, and lay me inside the flotation tank. Either the electrocution or drugs, or both, prevented me from thrashing about. Voices and music were played on an audio system as I drifted into an LSD trip.

Suddenly, I fell through the floor and landed on a hard surface. I was in a black room surrounded by doors. A familiar voice told me I must leave a part of me behind  if I wanted to escape the dark. I did as he instructed. This part became the Gatekeeper.

The Gatekeeper was eventually split into five personalities. I have a vague memory of watching each enter one of the five doors and the door closing behind them. At some stage the doors were assigned what became the standard colors: green, blue, red, white, yellow. These colors were associated with types of alters, tasks or programming as follows:

- Green:  Intellect

- Blue:     Soldier

- Red:      Ritual

- White:  Hypnosis

- Yellow: Drugs

The green door housed splits that were intellectual, academic, artistic, or musical. The blue door contained soldier, Delta, assassin, psychic training including projects gateway and stargate,  and  military,  horse  riding,  and martial  arts  costumes.  The  red  door  contained countless  ritual  abuse  experiences  and  occult  training.  The  white  door housed  hypnosis-induced roles and tasks, including Candy Girl. The yellow door contained drug programmed, knowledge, and drug-influenced assignments.

A dummy room was installed between this pentagon room and the doctors waiting room,  to  disguise  and  protect  the Core  programming.  Consequently,  entering  the door marked ‘Dr Kidman’ led me to a dark pentagon room with the standard five colored doors; however,  each  of  the five  doors  housed  a  trap. For  instance,  the  red  door contained  an inescapable maze. A series of knocks on each door opened access to the real pentagon room below. One knock on the green door, followed by two knocks on the blue, followed by three knocks on the red, four on the white, and five on the yellow, opened a chute in the floor which dropped into Mengele’s Core program.

The Core is the victim’s soul or consciousness, the part that leaves our body when we die  or  astral  project.  It  was  my Core  that  moved  effortlessly  into  the  celestial dimension. According to Fritz Springmeier and Cisco Wheeler, the Luciferian Order conducted research into what might occur were the victim’s Core exposed to the dissociated parts. The result was instant integration. That is precisely what happened to me the moment I consciously saw the Core programming structure and met the alters hidden behind the five pentagon doors.

I believe the doctor waiting room was a disguise to hide the location of the Core split, because recalling Mengele’s initial split was the point at which I achieved major spontaneous integration. I did not recall the doctor waiting room until years after my Core integration.

Mengele on Milson Island

Australia’s ‘Lunatic Asylum’ Horrors: ‘It was one Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest inReality’

Megan Palin, news.com.au, 6 Dec 2015.

IF the walls of the abandoned ‘lunatic asylum’ on Peat Island could speak they would tell  of  the  horrors  experienced  by patients,  including  children,  on  a site  plagued  by death and despair. The eight-hectare island on the Hawkesbury River was established as an asylum for ‘inebriates’ in 1911 before it was reopened as a psychiatric hospital, just 50 kms north of Sydney…

Both media and government departments reported torture, multiple drownings and unexplained deaths of men and little boys. According to reports, ‘Ward 4’, was where the  most  brutal  treatment  took  place.  The  mysterious  deaths  of  child  patients repeatedly made headlines over the years of the facility’s operation. Among them was the case of Robert Bruce Walker, 8, who was found floating off the island after he had been ‘put in the pen’, a caged compartment, as punishment, in 1940… In May 1950, 11-year-old Robert Blackwood was found asphyxiated in a linen bin made of iron after only five months at the institution… Many other unexplained deaths also took place on the island. At least 300 patients who died at the institution were buried in unmarked graves at the nearby Brooklyn Cemetery.

Reports of sexual and physical abuse, torture and a lack of thorough investigations also  spilt  out  from  under  the closed  doors  of  the  site.  One  of  the most shocking incidents made headlines across the country in 1983. ‘A retarded youth’s 10 fingernails were  torn  out  while under  temporary  care  in  a  psychiatric  institution,’  the Daily Telegraph reported in 1983. ‘In a 39 page report the NSW deputy ombudsman Darryl Gunter, criticized the Health Department for not investigating the matter adequately. Mr Gunter’s report stems from complaints by the youth’s parents. They left their 17- year-old son at the Peat Island Hospital on the Hawkesbury River on January 10, 1981. When they collected him on January 28, he was without his fingernails. The parents rejected reports from doctors that a 12-year-old patient was responsible.’

Peat Island and its close neighbor, Milson Island, served as MK-ULTRA / MK-NAOMI research facilities. Milson Island is larger and accessible by boat only. Both Peat and Milson featured hospitals. The Milson Island hospital was used by the military during WWII, and it contained a system of hidden doors for nurses to hide from violent patients. Milson Island psychiatric residents were transferred to the Peat Island hospital in the early  1970's, just after MK-ULTRA was exposed in the USA and moved to Australia.

Milson Island was a Federal Government facility. That is how the Australian and US military accessed it. Milson Island is Australia’s equivalent of the USA’s Plum Island. It started off  as  a  military  quarantine  facility  and  merged  into  a  MK-NAOMI  bioweapons  research facility. Lyme disease and Swine disease were being researched on Milson Island in 1961 to ’62. When Lyme turned up in 1982, the Americans assumed there had been a leak on Milson Island.

Sydney University took over Lyme testing from 1988 to ‘94, tested 4,372 people and did not get one positive in that testing – because they used the ELISA test. Everyone tests negative  to  the  ELISA  test.  It  tests  the  immune system  which  is  not stimulated  by  Lyme Disease. ELISA is the only test allowed under Medicare.

Great secrecy surrounds Milson Island which was recently demolished and developed into a recreational camp for children. Milton Island hospital is the only remaining building,and it looks like the hospital I was taken to where I again encountered Joseph Mengele.

Leonas Petrauskas drove me to the Hawkesbury when I was about seven or eight years old. He collected me from Nanna’s Engadine house in a blue sedan. It must have been summer because I wore a yellow gingham strap dress. I stuck my face out the open window and let the wind tangle my white hair.

‘You can call me Leo,’ he said. That was the trigger to engage in casual conversation.

Usually I called him by his pseudonym Mark. ‘Do you like monkeys?’ he continued.

‘Yes.’

‘Would you like to see some monkeys?’

‘Yes. Are we going to the zoo?’

‘Sort of,’ Leo promised. He got a sadistic kick out of surprising me with horror. We were visiting ‘monkey island’ where they did gene splicing, crossing monkey with human DNA. It was a real-life Island of Doctor Moreau that left me terrified of the Planet of the Apes films. I next remember sitting on overgrown lawn outside a long hospital building on Milson Island. 

I picked yellow flowers while Anne Conlon warned me,I was about to experience something ‘unpleasant’ and I should go to my ‘happy place.’ I realized Ronnie usually turned up if they were  about  to  kill  me  –  or  worse.  She  would always  be  there  when  I  awoke  from  the nightmare, to comfort and counsel me. Anne Conlon walked me inside the hospital where a uniformed nurse sat behind a reception desk. The nurse walked me down the corridor and into a laboratory on the left. The lab contained caged monkeys and an office out the back. It was  the  lab  in  my  induction scenario,  behind  the  door  marked  ‘White  Rabbit.’  My next memory is of being tied face up to a medical table and raped by the obese greasy Doctor of Death who stood panting at the end of the bed.

‘Pappa’ Kidman

Kidman’s  tampering  caused  my  programming  to malfunction  and  eventually  break down. Kidman tampered with Mengele’s Core program when I was six years old, to overlay and link his Order of the Easter Star pendant as an induction trigger. This occurred at the Chelmsford MK-ULTRA facility in Sydney. Leonas Petrauskas drove me to meet Harry Bailey who fed me an LSD-laced jelly cup containing red candy frogs. The subsequent trip had me swimming through a green sea of jelly and giant frogs. Bailey administered ECT while Kidman inserted the trigger. I recall being alarmed and thinking: Why are you messing with Comrade Gittinger’s work?

Kidman’s Eastern Star pendant

I deduce, I could access the celestial judgement hall because my Core programming was laid inter-dimensional. That is precisely what John C. Lilly discovered, how to lay inter-dimensional programming. Rupturing the Core programming instantly propelled me to the celestial hall dimension. Remembering the Core split instantly integrated most of my splits. Consequently, when I visited my programming subsequent to this core  integration, I rarely encountered any alters   but   instead   found  racks   and  racks   of  their costumes.   The programming sets and props were intact, but the characters were gone.

I revisited Kidman’s Order of the Eastern Star pentagon room four years later, when my memories of Mengele and the US Embassy were triggered and began pushing through to my conscious mind in the form of emotional, visual and physical flashbacks. I peered behind the pentagon doors again, and discovered that each room contained a door in the far-right rear wall, which led to another room which contained another door, etc. Every room once housed a personality, so each room represented a walled-off cluster of independent neural circuitry. When I drew the five front rooms, I realized they had been trashed. The white door contained a pile of abandoned objects (used as triggers or inductions), instructions, and other paraphernalia. It felt like engaging in automatic writing as I accessed the brain area that held the memory. I drew a fob watch, an hourglass, Kidman’s Eastern Star pentagram pendant, and a Candy Girl dress. The room behind the yellow door contained upturned furniture, and a  pile  of  smashed  glass  chemistry vials,  pill  bottles,  and  books.  I  drew  musical  notes to represent melodies that cued programmed drug effects that replaced having to consume the drugs. Graffiti on the left wall read, ‘FUCK YOU ALL!’ The red room contained a  smashed altar, books of spells, cauldrons, swastikas, pentagrams and hexagrams, knives and bones. The blue room contained a treadmill, a stargate, an overturned electric chair, guns, and a Delta training manual. The green room contained a pile of books on Tesla physics, history, Shakespeare, math and philosophy. The alters trashed the five front rooms before exiting.

The Candy Man

Recalling  Gittinger’s  torture  and  programming  was  the second  major  step  toward achieving integration. I was five years old when I was ordered to strip naked before a panel in the lounge room of Leonas Petrauskas’ Engadine home. Peter Holowczak walked me to the location which was a short distance from his McAlister Avenue house. A group of cult and MK-ULTRA  perpetrators  including  Petrauskas, Gittinger,  Kidman  and  Conlon  inspected  my flawless white form and asked me many questions about all sorts of things, especially my interests.

‘Do you like to be special?’ Gittinger asked.

I nodded shyly.

‘We’ll make you special…’

The men laughed knowingly.

Afterwards,  I  commenced  a  battery  of  tests  at  the underground  CIA  facility  at Holsworthy  Army  Base. Gittinger  administered  EEGs,  intelligence  tests  and personality questionnaires. He supervised tests of physical endurance, including running on a tread mill while  wearing medical  equipment.  The  team  were  so pleased  with my  performance,  they rewarded Nanna Holowczak with white goods. From then on, Nanna called me her ‘Special girl’ and ‘Purple girl’ and she dressed me in purple outfits. ‘What is your favorite colour?’nanna constantly asked me. ‘Purple,’ I responded. (Purple was not my favorite color. My favorite color is produced by mixing equal parts of phthalo blue and phthalo green. It is the color I innately gravitated toward during the eye test I did in preparation for tinted glasses.) 

Pop Holowczak did not share Nanna’s enthusiasm. ‘I’ll give you the special,’ he hissed. Pop  dragged  me  to  where  he worked  cleaning  the trains  and  hoisted  me  in  an agonizing inside-out position from the carriage ceiling. ‘Who’s the special now!’ he spat.

Gittinger  laid  his  base  programming  at  the  underground CIA  facilities  located  at Holsworthy Army Barracks and ANSTO Lucas heights. He led me to a laboratory equipped with a hospital bed, EEG machine, video screens, and ECT and all the necessary gear for torturing and splitting a child. There Gittinger and his trainees, including Kidman, subjected me to an application of John Bowlby’s Attachment research: 

a) Attachment behavior is directed towards one or a few specific individuals, usually in clear order of preference.

b) An  attachment  endures,  usually  for  a  large  part  of the  life  cycle.  Although  during adolescence  early attachments  may  attenuate  and  become  supplemented by  new ones,  and  in  some  cases  are  replaced  by them, early  attachments  are  not  easily abandoned, and they commonly persist.

c) Many  of  the  most  intense  emotions  arise  during  the formation,  maintenance, disruption,  and  renewal  of attachment  relationships.  The  formation  of  a  bond is described as falling in love, maintaining a bond as loving someone, and losing a partner as grieving over someone. Similarly, threat of loss arouses anxiety and actual  loss gives rise to sorrow; while each of these situations is likely to arouse anger…

d) The more experience of social interaction an infant has with a person the more likely he  is  to  become  attached  to that person. Attachment behavior  remains  readily activated until  near  the  end  of  the  third  year;  in healthy  development  it  becomes gradually less readily activated thereafter.

e) An attachment can develop despite repeated punishment from the attachment figure.

f) Attachment  behavior  is  mediated  by  behavioral systems  which  are  activated  by certain conditions (e.g., strangeness, hunger, fatigue, fright) and terminated by other conditions (e.g., cuddling).

Gittinger  wiped  my  natural  attachment  to  my  mother  by electrocuting  me  with multiple cattle prods. When I screamed for my mother he said, ‘Mummy doesn’t  love you. I love you.’ Gittinger then applied B.F. Skinner’s conditioning research. He  paired my cries for my mother with vomiting, poured Ipecac down my throat and said, ‘Mummy let us do this to you.’ Gittinger then implemented Seligman’s ‘Inescapable Shock’ research. He connected me to an EEC and electrocuting me with multiple cattle prods. He overwhelmed my senses by simultaneously  showing  me virtual  reality  scenes  of  death,  violence  and  destruction, and delivering  painful  screeching  sounds  via  a  metal  probe  inserted  into  my  right  ear.  He continued this until I dissociated from the pain and exhibited the desired  brainwave pattern.

ECT, the invention of Dr Ugo Cerletti, another Spanish fascist, was often applied to various parts of the body, Wolf says, ‘usually the physical places that do not  readily show or  in  tissue  that  heals  quickly.’  High  technology  was combined  with  drugs, hypnosis   and   torture   to   create alter   personalities.  Years   before   Silicon Valley introduced virtual-reality computer ware, children by the score told therapists they’d been forced to wear goggles that flashed 3-D images of horror and death.

Re-Attachment to Replacement ‘Family’

After destroying my attachment to my birth mother and biological family, my brain was  washed  and  ready  for programming.  Gittinger  reattached  me  to  the  cult family, principally himself and my substitute mother (the Grande Dame) via love bombing  and sexual assault. Patricia Anne Conlon secured the new attachment bond by breast feeding me like a baby and sexually assaulting me at the same time. Gittinger sexually assaulted me during his Candy Land programming.

Candy Land Program

Having stripped me of my sense of self, Gittinger filled the void with a sense of ego and pride. He did this using Candy Land programming. I walked beside Gittinger through a Candy Land, along a path lined with giant candy canes that led to a distant castle.

Inside  the  Candy  Land  castle,  Gittinger  sat  me  on  a throne  inscribed with  the  title Princess. He placed a crown on my head and a serpent sceptre in my hand. He  repeated ‘You are the chosen one. You are royalty. You are special. You are of the ruling class. . .’ This was Princess and Pride programming, designed to instil pride in my high IQ, Luciferian bloodline, and Grande Dame candidacy.

I  used  to  think  Gittinger  used  a  life-size  Candy  Land set  with  props,  but  today  as mainstream technology catches up with the top-secret military technology that I  experienced decades ago, I conclude it is plausible the military had the technology to produce a virtual reality Candy Land. I saw ‘Disney,’ ‘Candy Land’ and ‘©’ printed on the side of a video cassette tape or box.

One of my therapy drawings from the Candy Land castle featured a treasure chest containing a key. This was a secret back door to my programming that Gittinger installed. He kept this secret from Antony Kidman whom he rightly described as a ‘fucking idiot’ following a critical incident when I was 10 years old. My mother spent most of my tenth   year in hospital due   to   lead   poisoning.   I   consequently  spent   all  holidays   and  weekends   at   my evil grandparents’ Engadine home. I have relatively little memory of that time due to the cult’s unprecedented access to me.

I was repeatedly electrocuted and raped in a laboratory beneath ANSTO Lucas Heights at different developmental milestones. Gittinger used me to demonstrate the technique to a team of trainees dressed in white lab coats, including Antony Kidman. First, I was electrocuted until I became still. ‘The subject is now ripe for programming,’ Gittinger  explained, as he lifted and dropped my limp arm. Then everyone left the room while Kidman stood at the bottom of the hospital bed and raped me. He flapped my limp legs together like butterfly wings as he penetrated me. Following this, Gittinger electrically stimulated specific parts of my brain to create implicit behavioural responses.

Maintenance
I have detailed memories of revisiting the ANSTO lab and experiencing a variation of this process every two years, at ages six, eight, 10, 12 and 14 years. This was to compensate for developmental changes in my body and brain. The session at age 14 ended  with security prying my fingers from Kidman’s crimson throat after he clumsily electrocuted my head.

John Gittinger’s programming was maintained outside the labs by regular rape and trauma  perpetrated  by  the Holowczaks  and  their  Luciferian  cult  associates.  The murders seemed endless. I was forced to watch the ritual murder of a group of children in bush land near the dog breeder’s home on Old Illawarra Road. The dog breeder and his close associate Ivan Milat tossed the kids off a cliff in broad daylight. Overcome with grief  and fed up with the nightmare year that had been, I spontaneously decided to follow them. I ran and went to leap over the cliff edge – only to be stopped at the last minute by Milat who  risked his life to tackle and catch me. If I had died, all in attendance would have paid with their lives – and they knew it. Like Gittinger said, I was a ‘National Asset.’

Gittinger was urgently called to Australia to repair my programming. His dilemma was, the  person  who attempted suicide  was  not  an  alter  that  could  easily  be deactivated or disposed of. It was the real me and my memories from that year. Gittinger had to perform psychological surgery and reassign that part of me as his Gatekeeper. His remedy consisted of   flat lining  my  heart  to  bring  it  under submission.  Gittinger  explained,  the  heart, being connected to the visual and emotional side of the brain, has its own intrinsic nervous system that processes information independently of the brain. Consequently, although my handlers had control of my mind, my heart overruled my brain and made the decision to escape.

Incidentally,  it  is  the  heart’s  intrinsic  nervous  system which  allows  a  transplant  to work. In a heart transplant recipient, the nerve connections between the donor  heart and the recipient’s brain do not immediately connect. Meanwhile, the transplanted heart  relies solely on its intact nervous system. The heart’s intrinsic nervous system explains why  a transplant recipient  sometimes  adopts  the donor’s  memories  and  personality  characteristics.  In fact, murders  have  been  solved  based  on  the  recipient’s access  to  the  donor’s  final  memories housed in the donated organ.

After prepping me with torture, Gittinger reassigned 10-year-old Intellectual  Alice as Gatekeeper over his Wonderland foyer. Alice in Wonderland programming looks exactly like the Disney movie. I deduce that for most victims, Wonderland programming is triggered via sodomy – which is what the rabbit hole represents, the anal passage that the white rabbit (programmer) penetrates. However, Gittinger secretly changed my trigger to vaginal rape, to prevent  ‘fucking  idiot’ Antony  Kidman  accessing  and  ruining his  programming, which  he eventually did.

Alice in Wonderland Program 348s

To   access   Gittinger’s   Wonderland   program   during therapy,   I   visualized   falling backwards  through  the rabbit  hole  with  10-year-old  Intellectual  Alice  in  hand.  I knew  the landing on the floor below to be hard and painful, so I said to Alice, ‘The landing doesn’t have to be hard. We can make it soft because we are in our head and can control what happens in our head.’ We landed on a black-and-white checkered foyer floor. The foyer walls were green (the color of intelligence, favored by high IQ people). A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling. Five colored doors were placed in the usual sequence from left to right – green, blue, red, white, yellow. Gatekeeper Intellectual Alice was able to unlock the doors, but not cross the threshold of any except the green one. (I deduce Alice was granted access to the green door to stop her going crazy with boredom.) The green door accessed the Wonderland set and characters people are familiar with, including the Mad Hatter’s tea party and the Queen of Hearts’ castle grounds. Various sections of the set were used for programs. For example, the chessboard scene provided opportunity for storing programming using chess language (D4, A2, etc).

Four  keys  were  hidden  in  Gittinger’s  Wonderland  foyer. These  were  decorated according  to  the  four  playing card symbols:  hearts,  clubs,  diamonds  and  spades.  I asked Intellectual Alice to locate the key to the green door, which she did. Alice unlocked the door and        I accompanied  her  to  the  fully  laden  Tea  Party.  I  used  my counselling  skills  to communicate with Alice and win her trust. I asked her, ‘Have you ever actually sampled this spread?’ She shook her head. I suggested, ‘Why don’t you pour yourself a cup of tea? You like watching the way the tea comes out of the spout and into the cup. I know that because I am you.’ We watched the black tea arc into the cup. Then I said, ‘Why don’t you eat something? Go on, try a doughnut. I know they’re your favorite.’

After we returned to the foyer, Intellectual Alice retrieved a second key from beneath a mat in front of the red door. She opened the door and released six-year-old Ritual Alice. Ritual  Alice  stood  on  Intellectual  Alice’s  shoulders to  retrieve  a  third  key  hidden  in  the chandelier. Ritual Alice opened the blue door to release 14-year-old Soldier  Alice. (All three versions of Alice were created at the ages I interacted with Gittinger.)

Wizard of Oz Program

Together, the three Alice splits opened the white door to reveal a cloud of  hypnosis from which 12-year-old Dorothy of Oz emerged. Dorothy held a fourth key in her right pocket. All four keys were designed according to playing cards (Hearts, Clubs, Spades, Diamonds).Dorothy opened the final, yellow door containing the yellow brick road to Emerald City. The alters locked arms and followed the yellow brick road. Obstacles avoided on the way included: poison apples, winged monkeys, Tin Man (a trigger for memories of axe murders), Cowardly Lion (fear program), Scarecrow (burnt alive program), and the Poppy Fields (sleep program).

Upon reaching the Emerald City gate, I tapped a sequence and sang a five-note tune to gain entry. Once inside, the spiral turned green. We boarded the carriage pulled by the horse that changes colors. We avoided the Wizard (another trap) plus the Ruby Slippers –the final trap. Once we reached the end of the spiral, Glinda appeared in a  floating bubble. Glinda is the final programmed alter. Glinda is the Grande Dame programming attached to the Disney Princess programming laid in Candy Land and Disneyland. Gittinger laid Princess plus Alice in Wonderland programming at Disneyland in Anaheim, California when I was six years old. That is why I was dressed like Alice, drugged, placed on the It’s a Small World boat ride, and spun on the Mad Hatter Tea Party Ride until I vomited.

Disney Princess Program

The  route  from  Emerald  City  to  Glinda’s  Crystal  Castle functioned  like  a  computer game. It passed through the woods containing cottages occupied by twins Snow White and Rose Red plus the Seven Dwarfs, and by Rapunzel’s tower. Glinda’s castle contained five doors of  Gem programming  laid  out  in  the  usual  color  arrangement: green  (emerald),  blue (sapphire),  red  (ruby),  white (diamond),  and  yellow  (topaz).  Behind  the  emerald door, Sleeping Beauty (Briar Rose) lay asleep on a bed. At her feet sat the wardrobe from The Lion,the Witch and the Wardrobe. A key stored in drawers beside Briar Rose’s bed unlocked the wardrobe.  The  wardrobe  led  to  a  Snow  Queen  seated  in  a  unicorn-pulled  sleigh  that transported me to an Ice Castle. A spell had to be broken to melt the castle, making this route a trap.

Returning to Glinda’s Crystal Castle, behind the sapphire door Snow White lay on a bed in a coma. A small chest at the foot of her bed contained a key to a second  wardrobe which led to Maleficent’s castle.

Behind the ruby door was an imprisoned Cinderella. The diamond room was filled with shimmering  light  that morphed  into  the  Swan  Princess  Ophelia.  Finally, the topaz  room contained  a  throne  room  occupied  by  the Grande  Dame  ‘spirit’  that  Patricia  Ann  Conlon passed to me at her dying breath.

Alice, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Dorothy, and Snow White all wear pale royal blue, consistent with their Princess-in-training status. The purpose of Princess programming is to teach the victim that the end justifies the means. To explain, every Disney Princess character loses her mother, father, or both. Each endures hardship of some kind, usually at the hands of a wicked stepmother (including the original Sleeping Beauty who suffered an evil mother- in-law). But at the end of their ordeal, each princess marries a prince and becomes Queen. In a cult context, this story line translates into the journey a Grande Dame candidate undertakes. The child victim’s attachment to their birth parents is severed and they are reattached to a Grande Dame and a new ‘Family’ who put the victim through a grueling, torturous training regime. The moral to the story is, the trauma and torture the Princess suffers during her trials or training, all becomes worth it  the end when she is rewarded by being crowned Queen (Grande Dame). The Queen in turn becomes the next perpetrator, indicated by her dark alters or roles including the Evil Queen and Maleficent.

Dr West

During my trip to the USA at age six, I was also transported to Dulce, home of the Frankenstein lab purpose built for Col. Louis Jolyon West, Lt. Col. Michael Aquino, and John W. Gittinger, who were trained directly by Operation Paperclip’s most clandestine recruit, Joseph Mengele. Dulce lab technicians strapped my naked body to a chair, plastered large electrode pads to my back and limbs, and attached a Medusa-mass of EEG electrodes to my head. My brain splits were color-labelled: Green, Blue, Red, White, Yellow. For each color,Dr West held a large sheet of colored card in my face while a computer repeated the name of the color: ‘Red. Red. Red. Red. Red…’ I was simultaneously electrocuted until my senses were  overwhelmed  and  I surrendered  my  will  to  the  insertion  of  their instruction. They stopped torturing me once they recognised the desired brainwave pattern on their monitors.

Beyond Dr West’s surgery door lay a foyer with five colored doors in the standard order. The green room contained shelves of books. I identified this as Gittinger’s Test Library. One of the books had the title, Nuances of Psychological Testing. The blue room contained an armory of guns, grenades, knives and other weapons. It also contained maps and racks of soldier costumes. The red room contained an occult library including books of spells, an altar, a skull, candles, and a voodoo doll. The white room contained racks of Disney costumes. The yellow  room  contained  a pharmacy  with  books,  drugs and  chemistry lab  equipment.  This pocket of neural circuitry contained memories of drugs’ mechanism of action, so that drug effects could be produced without physically administering the drug.

The White Rabbit

Leonas Petrauskas accessed the surgery door marked with a white rabbit. Behind the door lay a foyer chiseled out of an underground cavern. Five colored doors were arranged in an arc, lit dramatically from above. A large rug on the floor was decorated in an enormous Rothschild  family  crest, featuring a  shield  flanked  by  two  animals  on their hindquarters. Behind the green door lay an Auschwitz library. The blue room was full of shooting energy and  a stargate, and it contained the Gateway Process. The red room was a ritual storeroom containing  shelves  of  Luciferian  books and  potions.  The  white  room  contained  racks of priestess robes. The yellow room contained a laboratory with research equipment, cages, and a creepy, mute lab assistant. It was Mengele’s Milson Island lab.

Dr Aquino

The creepy lab assistant was the only one who could open the door to Dr Aquino’s foyer  that  was  decorated  with  a Freemason  checkered  floor  and  five  colored doors. Aquino’s green room contained the Cabalistic Tree of Knowledge, a giant evergreen tree with an   owl seated in its fork. The blue room contained Delta training, including  a Montague chair and references to astral projection. The red room contained military rituals, Dagon worship, and  a Dulce underground  stone  altar  decorated  with  an encircled  triangle  (representing Alchemy). The white room contained a pink sacred lotus flower and the word Om. The yellow room contained a yellow brick road and a bubble which served as transport to Glinda’s crystal castle. This was a backdoor to Oz which linked to Gittinger’s yellow door.

Grande Dame

The waiting room elevator provided Patricia Ann Conlon access to Gittinger’s Grande Dame  and  Princess programming.  The  elevator  accessed  five  floors  of  the Grande  Dame training system. The blue floor contained leadership training including systems analysis and strategy, psychology and behavior prediction, delegation, manipulation and motivation of subordinates’ personality types, and maintaining distance from subordinates. The green floor pertained  to  training  in  academics  and  the  arts, including  classical  music,  history,  English, theater, painting and philosophy. The white floor related to temple prostitute instruction in the  art of sex and seduction. The yellow floor pertained to teaching and supervision of cult children, such as lessons in occult knowledge delivered via nursery rhymes. For instance, Mary Had   a  Little  Lamb represents  the  Christian  child  lured  into  the  cult  without parental awareness. The red floor was devoted to training in sorcery, ritual murder, and clandestine assassination via the ‘kiss of death.’

The elevator accessed castles belonging to the Grande Dame’s two faces, Glinda and Maleficent. Maleficent’s thorny castle grounds were occupied by the Dragon she transformed into.  The  Disney  dragon  form  of Maleficent  represents  the  Ouroboros.  The Ouroboros symbolizes the life cycle of the Grande Dame’s eternal spirit. This is achieved by the Grande Dame willingly submitting to ritual sacrifice at the hands of her successor who draws in her final breath. This tradition is considered a form of rebirth, the circle of  life, and a means of attaining immortality, which is related to the Ouroboros symbolizing alchemy. Immortality via trans-humanism is the true goal of alchemy. This process of the serpent eating its own tail is reflected in the standard Disney Princess or traditional fairy tale ending where  the abusive queen-stepmother-witch, dies at the hands of the princess who assumes her kingdom, role, identity, persona - alters.

This alternate castle entrance represents the dark, ruthless nature the Grande Dame is forced to adopt. The castle contains the Grande Dame’s throne room and a robe room with costumes displayed on mannequins. The costumes consisted of high-collared purple robes worn by Disney’s Maleficent and the Evil Queen. Each wore a gold crown and a ruby. Another costume was a red and purple ritual robe and a headpiece that was a cross between a top hat and a fez. Each outfit represents a personality or role. The Disney outfits mimicked those worn in  real-life  by  Grande  Dames officiating  over  rituals  and  ceremonies.  Purple  indicates cult royalty and symbolizes rarity. The ruby symbolizes sexuality and exclusivity.

The Intruder
I  once  had  a  mind-controlled  therapist  who  was handled by  a  pharmacist  from Adelaide. He was the latest in a string of abusive boyfriends. This therapist (and her Satanist colleague)  simultaneously  undermined  my  efforts to  integrate.  The  worst occasion  of sabotage  occurred when  my  therapist  pressured  me  to  visit  an Adelaide couple  who advertised themselves as Christian pastors, and SRA and mind control experts with 20 years of experience integrating DID victims. David and Raelene Thompson established ‘Watchman Ministries’ in 1992, at the height of SRA victim disclosure. The couple were  recommended to me by Pastor Doug Riggs in the USA.

Although  I  sensed  something  was  wrong,  I  pursued  the excursion  because  my therapist manipulated my emotions. ‘Do it for me,’ she implored. I warned my therapist I might not see her again and departed for Adelaide in mid-May. I knew the trip was going to be  interesting  when  I  exited  the plane  and  felt  two  massive  invisible  beings  escorting  me through Adelaide airport. I was collected by David and his obese wife, who drove me to my accommodation in the remote Adelaide hills.

The Pastor and his wife spent the first few days grooming me. Every night they took me to dine in a nice restaurant. Each morning they drove me to a remote function center for ‘deprogramming’ sessions that ran all day. They spent the first three days mapping the system of alters and identifying their names and roles. David asked me questions that I answered honestly and freely, while the wife took copious notes.

It  happened  on  the  fourth  morning.  David  asked  me  to  list  a  group  of  related personality fractures. I closed my eyes and effortlessly rattled off the information.

‘Hang on!’ he puzzled. ‘Do you remember everything that was just said?’

‘Yes,’ I shrugged.

David Thompson’s facade of kindness and gentleness suddenly gave way to contempt and rage. He swept his hand across pages of notes and diagrams. ‘I’ve never seen this!’

Me: ‘Seen what?’

‘This!’ He planted his finger on the notes, ‘This combination!’

‘What?  Military  mind  control  and  ritual  abuse?  Why  is  it so  hard  to believe?

Holsworthy was next door to Engadine BoysTown. It’s physically possible.’

He shook his head. ‘I’ve never seen any of this before!’

‘Well,’ I offered, ‘I was programmed directly by the world’s best. I was chosen from a pool  of  chosen  ones.  I  was selected  because  of  my  unique  combination of  visual-spatial processing  capacity,  psychic  ability,  creativity, physical  endurance,  and  Aryan  features. Perhaps you haven’t encountered this before because I was the only one?’

Fury washed over his face. It was quiz time. ‘What’s the difference between Monarch and MK-ULTRA?’ he demanded.

‘Oh, I don’t care,’ I shrugged. It’s all the same crap.’

‘No, it’s not! See, you don’t know anything!’

I squared my shoulders - and focused.

He asked: ‘Do you enjoy sex with your husband?’

‘Oh, I’m completely normal in that department.’

‘If you were a genuine victim,’ he spat, ‘you would be sexually dysfunctional!’

I just looked at him. No comment. Filthy prick. You’re a programmer. You’re trying to shock me into dissociating. . . Stay calm. Don’t react. We’re getting out of here.

David threw his hands in the air like a bad actor. ‘I’m cancelling this session! I’m going to have do some research, call some people. We’ll resume tomorrow.’

‘Sure,’ I lied.

The couple drove me back to my secluded accommodation. There I phoned my mother who started praying. Then I phoned Jon, told him what had just occurred,  and asked him whether he would not mind if I spent my remaining days in Adelaide sightseeing. I convinced my husband and Adelaide hosts that I was going to visit the Barossa. Jon called back and told me a hire car was booked and waiting for me at the airport. Then I phoned my therapist’s office and left a message: ‘He’s a military programmer. He’s after the access codes. I’m at risk and making a run for it.’ I was on a train when my therapist returned my call. ‘I’ll be alright,’ I assured her. ‘I’ve been in this situation many times. My training has kicked in and I know what to do.’ I navigated my way to the airport and boarded the first flight home.

David Thompson worked for the Australian military in an Adelaide division relevant to MK-ULTRA. The irony is, I ultimately used him to map and process my programming, which helped me integrate, since conscious awareness ruptures the programming. All anyone had to do was ask me questions and I would spew forth copious amounts of information. The first time I recall something is the most lucid it will ever be, then the detail fades over time. I had trouble recalling the entire system that I internally mapped in Adelaide over three days. I jotted down the following information a week or so later.

As you will see from the overview of my programming matrix, its complexity makes it near  impossible  for  victims  and therapists  to  identify  and  break.  I  must  reiterate, the programming used on me does not serve as a blueprint for unraveling another individual’s programming. No two cases are the same. The perpetrators may use the same scripts, movies, songs and stories, yet two children will do different things with the same base material. The more a child’s imagination contributes to the program, the better the program sticks. Once when Gittinger wanted to create layering in a program, he asked me to think of something layered. I chose a layered cake. He then asked me to describe the cake in detail. I described layers  of sponge,  cream  and  fruit.  Because  Gittinger  employed an  image  that  my  brain naturally  gravitated  toward,  it provided  a  better  chance  of  the  program  sticking. Each program  also  varies  according  to  the  perpetrator’s expertise  level.  Programming  is  an  art which a skilled genius like Gittinger can get right, or a ‘fucking idiot’ like Antony Kidman can get very wrong.

Here is a chart listing my key programmed alters:
[see chart at page 357-58 on the scroll count for this chart at the source link at the bottom]

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Candy Girl Child Prostitute

Candy Girl
You are my world
You look so sweet
You're a special treat
Candy girl
All I want to say
When you're with me
You brighten up my day
All I know
When I'm with you
You make me feel so good
Through and through
The way you walk
And the way you talk
You always look so good
You make me forget my thoughts.

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I drew back the sheer curtains and peered through the glass at the scene below. I had been here before, in this exact location. ‘I want my Mummy,’ I mumbled as tears welled in my  eyes.  I  was  dissociating,  remembering.  I  turned and  surveyed  the  room  again.  The furniture had been moved about but otherwise it all looked familiar. I dropped into a chair which faced the same direction as when I sat on ‘Uncle Gough’s’ lap. I struggled to fathom the enormity of what I was seeing. The outlay of the green room next door was precisely as I had drawn it in therapy. The green leather couch was the very piece of furniture I was raped on over 40 years ago.

A  small  group  of  people  burst  through the doorway. Their jovial  guide  took a  seat beside  me  and  offered,  ‘You can join  us  if  you  like!’  He  continued  rattling  off  facts and personal anecdotes about Gough Whitlam and Bob Hawke who both used this very  office while serving as Prime Minister. There was too much respect and admiration in his tone.

‘Stop!’ I interjected. ‘I can’t take this.’ I rose to my feet and continued. ‘These men are not  heroes.  They’re  all pedophiles!  They  are  chosen  for  these  positions because  they  are pedophiles.  ASIO  trafficked  kids  here for  their  pedophile  orgies.  I  was  raped  by Gough Whitlam right here in this room when I was a child, and I was raped in a pedophile orgy in that green room in there, and again in the red room down the hall.’

I went to leave. Suddenly a Chinese Australian man grabbed me by the arm. He looked me  squarely  in  the  eye  and said,  ‘Thank  you  for  sharing  that.  That  must  have  been very difficult.’

‘Yes,’ I nodded, ‘It has all been very difficult. Thank you for caring.’

I stormed out of Old Parliament House.

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The Grande Madame
Patricia  Anne  Conlon  became  my  substitute  mother, teacher and  confidant.  She affectionately called me her ‘little anomaly.’ Anne was brilliant, vibrant, and intelligent; she instilled in me her love of classical piano, opera, Shakespeare, history, and horses. She also taught me how to fuck.

Grande Dame selection criteria include Aryan Root Race features: blue or green eyes, blonde  or  red  hair,  flawless complexion,  physical  beauty,  creativity,  and  high intelligence. Grande Dames are bisexual temple whores with a preference for sex with young teenage girls.They  are glorified  madams  who  train  children  for  prostitution.  By age six  I  was  a  trained courtesan. My child prostitute name was Candy Girl.

Kim Beazley Senior was the ASIO operative who coordinated the Australian leg of the international child sex trafficking ring. Beazley coordinated my trafficking to VIPs nationally and abroad.  I  was  transported  nationally  by  government  and military  transport,  and internationally via CIA cargo planes. Gittinger played pimp. He personally delivered me to the pedophile orgy at Parliament House when I was six years old. We rode in a posh black car with silver trim and brown leather interior. It was driven by two security men with neat military style  haircuts  and  black  suits.  I  was  dropped  off at  the  rear  entrance  of  what  is  now  Old Parliament House.  Gittinger  accompanied  me  to  the  rear  entrance where  I  was  met  by  a servant dressed in a long-tailed tuxedo, then he returned to the nearby US consulate. The butler walked me through many rooms and stairs to Gough Whitlam’s private office. Whitlam was seated and dressed in a suit when he asked me if I would like a horsy ride on ‘Uncle Gough’s lap.’ He picked me up, faced me away from him, lowered me onto his erect penis, and raped me.

I was raped again in a pedophile orgy held in the green room adjacent to Whitlam’s office. I was made to perform oral sex on Governor General John Kerr on a leather lounge. A butler had a tray with a whipped cream canister and chocolate dipping sauce on it. These products were placed on Kerr’s penis and I was instructed to lick them off. Lionel Murphy took me into the red room where I was raped on the red lounge.

Fairbairn Military Airport
I was taken to a modest single-story home in Queanbeyan which was owned by Helen Holowczak’s  Slavic  ‘refugee’ friends.  Bob  Hawke  attended  a  BBQ  held  in  their backward. Hawke got drunk at the BBQ and led me to an area at the far end of the back yard. He raped me  in  a zucchini  patch  as  I  watched  butterflies  fluttering  about the zucchini  flowers.  The blooms tell me this was late November.

I  was  dressed  in  a  Shirley  Temple  dress  and  driven  to Fairbairn  military  airport. Gittinger  walked  me  across  the tarmac  where  an  unmarked  military  plane  was parked. Gittinger said there was an important man waiting for me in the back of the plane. I was to board the plane alone via the back stairs and do whatever the man said. The man was former President  Richard  Nixon.  He  was  lying naked  in  a  large  bed  with  a  blanket  covering his erection. A short glass containing amber liquid and ice sat on a set of drawers to his right.Nixon asked for my name.

‘Candy Girl,’ I replied.

Nixon  instructed  me  to  approach  him.  He  thrust  my head  onto  his  penis  and demanded  oral  sex.  Then  he pulled  me  on  top  off  him  and  violently  raped  me.  After he ejaculated, he smacked me around the head until my nose bled. Nixon tore my  vagina such that it  had  to  be sutured.  An  old  female  medic  tut-tutted while  suturing me,  in  a  nearby building.

Gittinger and two men in military uniform led me to a hangar containing a centrifuge used to train pilots. They asked me if I would like a ride in the machine which they promised was ‘fun.’ I could sure do with some fun. I nodded, and the military men  awkwardly strapped me inside the pod. It was not fun. I vomited and passed out.

Bob and Beazley at Bohemian Grove

In July 2012, Kim Beazley Junior (Australian Ambassador to the US) and Bob Carr (then Minister  for  Foreign  Affairs) attended  the  annual  all-male  VIP  pedophile  summer camp  at Australian taxpayers’ expense. Bob Carr attended the previous year. FOI released documents show,  Beazley expressed  interest  in  attending  Bohemian  Grove  again in  2014.  The  same documents reveal, the US government emailed our Department of Foreign Affairs (24 July 2012) regarding ‘media talking points’ and suggested responses to inquiries regarding Carr and Beazley’s Bohemian Grove attendance. Here is their suggested response:

If asked: Why did you attend the Bohemia Grove conference – an event often linked to conspiracy theories – in San Francisco?

• The  Bohemia  Grove  conference  provided  the opportunity  to  engage  with key  US figures,  including former  US  Secretaries  of  State  Henry  Kissinger,  James Baker  and George Shultz, and representatives of major American investors in Australia.

• The conference followed separate talks with former Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice at the Stanford School of Business [18 July].

This document was in reaction to the PR nightmare caused by Bob Carr’s 18 July 2012 tweet: Lunch with Condie Rice at Stanford, dinner tonight with [Henry] Kissinger and [George] Shultz. Then off with them to conference at Bohemian Grove.

A Washington Post article introduced Bohemian Grove as follows:

Every July, some of the richest and most powerful men in the world gather at a 2,700 acre campground in Monte Rio, Calif., for two weeks of heavy drinking, super-secret talks,druid worship(the group insists they are simply ‘revering the Redwoods’), and other rituals.

A more accurate description would be: ‘Every year, elite male Luciferian pedophiles gather  for  a  16-day  Bacchanalia-flavored  summer  camp  featuring  drunken orgies, child hunts, and ritual human sacrifice to pagan gods.’

Peter Alexander Chernoff said he helped the Luciferian cult abduct a 10-year-old boy named  Kevin  Collins  from  San Francisco.  He  later  witnessed  San  Francisco-based Michael Aquino ritually sacrifice the child at Bohemian Grove in the presence of George Bush Senior (a Nazi), Pope Ratzinger (a former Nazi), and Omaha businessman Warren Buffet who was implicated in the Franklin VIP child trafficking scandal. Famous Bohemian Grove attendees include Clint Eastwood, Ronald Reagan, and Richard Nixon.

People  assume  the  word Bohemian  stems  from  the club’s artistic  origins. The  true origin of this name formed the basis of my 2016 article Bohemian Grove, Pedo Hunting Parties and Rent Boy Ranch, written in the wake of USA Chief Justice Antony Scalia’s untimely death. The Washington  Post  subsequently  plagiarized  my  original article  content  that  I  allowed Scalia’s victim, David Shurter, to premiere on his blog site. An Omaha child trafficking and ritual  abuse  victim,  Shurter  described  USA  Chief Justice  Scalia  as  a  violent  Luciferian pedophile. When news broke of Scalia's odd death, the judge’s former victims got talking. News spread fast among this group that Scalia had in fact been murdered by a 13-year-old boy at a Texan ranch. The child victim was apparently triggered by Scalia's sadistic approach to rape - and slit his perpetrator's throat. This version of events might explain why Scalia's family refused an autopsy, why a Texan judge ruled his death ‘natural causes’ without even viewing the body, and why the FBI declined to investigate Scalia’s death after the marshals told them he died of natural causes.

This  scenario gains credibility when  we consider  the history  of  the  Cibolo  Creek property where Scalia died. An article in Veterans Day online magazine originally referred tothe property as, ‘Rent Boy Ranch, playground for Mick Jagger and Charlie Sheen.’ The article was  promptly blocked  in  the  USA  and  later  edited  to  exclude any  reference  to  it  being  a pedophile establishment. So, what is it about this property, and why was it nicknamed ‘Rent
Boy Ranch’?

Cibolo Creek Ranch is a 30,000-acre VIP resort located in west Texas, 100 miles from the Mexican border, in the Chinati Mountains. Guests arrive by private jet at  the Ranch’s own private airport, and they typically include politicians, businessmen, and  Hollywood figures like Mick Jagger, Bruce Willis, Tommy Lee Jones, Randy Quaid, Dick Cheney, and Charlie Sheen.

The owner of Cibolo Creek Ranch, John Poindexter, bought the property in 1988. A third-generation Texan, Poindexter runs a Houston-based manufacturing company. He is also a leader in an elite, all-male hunting club called the International Order of  Saint Hubertus. This secret society was founded in the Kingdom of Bohemia (Czech Republic) in 1695 by Austrian Count Franz Anton von Spork. Membership is invitation only, and titles held within the society sound Freemason-like: Grand Master, Prior, Knight Grand Officer.

The International   Order   of   Saint   Hubertus   frequently attend   hunts hosted   by Poindexter at the Cibolo Creek Ranch. In 2010, 53 members of the International Order of Saint Hubertus   gathered   at   Cibolo   Creek   Ranch   to hunt.   Guests   included   members   of the Houston chapter and from Mexico, and minor European royalty like Archduke Andreas Salvatore   Hapsburg-Lothrengin  (Prince of   Tuscany,   Hungary   and   Bohemia).   Hapsburg-Lothrengin is of the Hapsburg dynasty who owned Židlochovice Chateau located in Austro-Hungaria (Czech Republic) and developed it into a VIP hunting manor. In 2006, prominent Washington lawyer C. Allen Foster, who holds a leadership position within the Order of Saint Hubertus, hired Židlochovice Chateau for a 40-guest hunting party. C. Allen Foster and Chief Justice  Antony Scalia  chartered  a  private  plane  together  with the  intention  of  hunting  at Cibolo Creek Ranch the following day.

Two other private planes that landed at Cibolo Creek Ranch for the fatal weekend were linked to two other men who held leadership positions with the Texas chapter of the Order of Saint Hubertus. Following Scalia’s death, Poindexter told reporters that he met Scalia at   a  ‘sports  group’  gathering in  Washington.  The  US  Order  of  Saint  Hubertus branch headquarters are in Washington D.C.

Cibolo  Creek  ‘Rent  Boy’  Ranch  was  decorated  in bizarre clay  sculptures  depicting demons, death, and dismembered bodies.

Rent Boy Ranch ‘artwork’ decor
Hunting, raping and killing children for sport is a common feature of elite Luciferian pedophile gatherings. Attendees at European pedophile hunts, named by victim witnesses, include King Albert II of Belgium, Prince Johan Friso of Holland, and Prince Alfrink Bernhard of Holland who was in the Nazi party.

In  1966,  the USA branch  of  the  Bohemian-founded  all-male  secret Order  of  Saint Hubertus  (aka  the American Knights)  held  its  first  ever  meeting  at  the  all-male  secret
Bohemian Club in San Francisco. The Bohemian Club owns Bohemian Grove.

So,  Bohemian  Grove  is  a  Luciferian  pedophile  club  that  provides  opportunity  for attendees to engage in their favorite pastime – hunting children for sport. This is the real hunger games.

Teddy Bears’ Picnic
The CIA flew me to the USA when I was six years old. I was flown into California in the back of a CIA cargo plane. They gassed and stuffed me like an animal in a wooden crate filled
with  straw.  I  remember  the  pilots  had  American  accents  and  asked  me, ‘Are  you  okay, sweetheart?’

My first memory of Bohemian Grove is the ritual sacrifice of a woman by men in black robes. Their robes were taller with pointier caps compared to the Australian ones. My next memory is of being hunted for fun in the woods. A group of children and I were dressed in teddy bear costumes. We were instructed to hide among the redwood forest so that the
guests could seek us. The hunt occurred at night while the song Teddy Bears’ Picnic played over loudspeakers hung throughout the forest. Those who got caught were raped through openings in their costumes. They screamed for their mothers as they were  decapitated. My furry suit complete with ears, made me look like an Ewok in the Star Wars  series; hence I found the film scene triggering.

The Simpsons voice actor Harry Shearer (who started out as a child actor) attended Bohemian Grove and made a 2002 movie about this called, Teddy Bears' Picnic. During an interview, Shearer dismissed the Grove’s Cremation of Care ritual as a bit of  harmless fun.

Pink Onion Camp
I was dressed as Candy Girl and taken to a pink, bubble themed cabin. The cabin had plastic inflatable furniture and a pink shag pile rug in the front room. It was occupied by the Reverend Billy Graham who greeted me dressed like Hugh Heffner in a satin smoking jacket. He handed me a pink cocktail and told me his good friend Richard Nixon had recommended me to him because I ‘liked to please men.’ He led me into a pink bedroom at the rear and raped me.

After publishing this experience, I was contacted by a man whose father worked at Bohemian Grove for 46 years, and he for three. He said the pink bubble cabin I described is the Pink Onion Camp, and that its headquarters are located at 702 Marshall St, in Redwood City,  CA.  I  read  elsewhere that  the  Pink  Onion  Camp  cabins  are  famous  for  their pink bed sheets.

Club Disney
Following Bohemian Grove, Gittinger pimped me to a group of wealthy men drinking at an exclusive club located within Disneyland, CA. The bar had classic leather padding at its front, and mirrored shelving. The men played a round of poker to decide who would rape the little girl dressed up as Alice in Wonderland. CNN founder Ted Turner won. He took me into a bedroom  out  back  and  raped  me.  After  this, Gittinger  spun  me  in  the tea-cup  ride  until  I vomited and passed out.

Hollywood
I was 14 when the CIA trafficked me to the Grande Dame of Hollywood. Scour the internet and you will find photos of Meryl Streep proudly flashing Luciferian hand signs, and brazenly praising known rapists Roman Polanski and Harvey Weinstein. Mainstream press call Streep the Grande Dame of Hollywood because she is in fact the Luciferian Grande Dame of the West Coast. In typical Grande Dame style, Streep is a red-haired bisexual who prefers sex with 14-year-old girls. I know because that is the age at which I was trafficked to her.

I have not found a photo of the Hollywood house I was trafficked to. From memory, it was decorated in a bland, minimalist, Scandinavian style. As I walked in the front door, the kitchen was to my right, with a dining table behind that. Directly in front of me was a lounge room with giant floor to ceiling windows and a view like in a high-rise  apartment. But I think we were simply in a house situated on a steep block that overlooked the  Hollywood hills, with a swimming pool directly below on the window. To my left of the front entrance was a wide hall  which  led  smack  into  double doors.  Behind  the  doors  was  a  bedroom  which  had an ensuite to the right.

The party started with a ritual sacrifice on the dining table over which Streep presided.The victim lay face up on the table while her throat was slit. The blood was drained into a ceremonial  bowl,  mixed  with drugs,  and stirred  with  a brush  made  of  a  sprig  of herbs. Everyone sipped from the bowl and then the revels began. I recall dancing with Streep to the ‘Funky Town’ soundtrack before she took me into the bedroom, chatted with me  about what I wanted to do with my life, and used me for sex.

Anything Goes
Cult members maintain a public façade of family respectability behind which they will fuck anything – males, females, kids, animals. . . Anything. I witnessed Kidman have sex with Bell, Whitlam have sex with Kerr, Conlon have sex with the Chancellor. Petrauskas used 12- year-old me in a threesome with the wife of Ken the fat Engadine policeman. Female cult members are just as sexually active and perverse as the men. It is just as  typical for married cult women to lust after sex with children and each other. Cult members married and had children out of their duty to produce Illuminati babies.

I  copped  much  criticism  for  saying  Whitlam  and  other  politicians  were bisexual.

Consider the following (7 October 2019) post to my Facebook page:

Sex with a trained prostitute is preferred because there is a vast difference between trained versus normal sex. Prostitute alters are trained to sexually pleasure both males and females. The age of the victim is irrelevant - since sexual skill is the goal.

Dirty   therapists   know   this,   which   is   why   male   and female   psychologists   and psychiatrists commonly access a victim’s sex alters for their own pleasure. For instance, I was contacted by the adult female victim of a female Lismore psychologist (an Order of the Easter Star member) who came under investigation for accessing and raping the victim’s child alter.


When it comes to Cult sex, anything goes.


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