Showing posts with label mind control. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Mind Control Programs: How Are Victims Selected and Recruited?
Mind Control Programs: How Are Victims Selected and Recruited?
Really good video about it. Gets to the meat of the affair.
#1: Born into it.
#2: Involvement in related cult activity
#3: Sold into the program by suspecting and even unsuspecting parents.
#4: Noticed in the active search and abducted in
#5: Military service
I think I'm a #4. Which one are you?
Really good video about it. Gets to the meat of the affair.
#1: Born into it.
#2: Involvement in related cult activity
#3: Sold into the program by suspecting and even unsuspecting parents.
#4: Noticed in the active search and abducted in
#5: Military service
I think I'm a #4. Which one are you?
Monday, September 30, 2013
And the Rocks Cried Out (and Creeped Me Out)
I once went to one of those weekend spiritual gathers. I had hit a strange bout of insomnia before it so by the time I got to the gather I was pretty sleep deprived. I drove up from Florida, exploring along the way.
Two weeks of not sleeping. I was the first one to arrive. I stepped out of my car, put my left foot on earth at the spiritual grounds, and was greeted with a very loud "You're here!!!!" from everything nearby. It was like the rocks practically shouted. (No the rocks didn't shout.)
I spent the next several days being stared at and poked at by every spiritual anything in the area.
I couldn't go anywhere down a path without everything lining up along the side like they were watching the Queen of England go by. They grouped in sizes according to day, too, starting with the little folk and ending with tall ones that loomed over me like trees in the end. And the last few days were spent with me standing in the middle of the water hole as far from land as I could get while watching spiders, dozens and dozens of spiders, climb the rocks to try to get close to me. I mean I was inspected by *everything*.
I was kind of keeping to myself about it for a while. Even if I didn't think I was imagining it, there are just some things you get used to I guess? Getting stared at a lot, even if it had never been quite like that before. Then one of the volunteers, who had just got into voudoin and accepted her spirits into herself, tricked me into her camp to interrogate me all night long. It was like here we go talk talk talk, BTW what ARE you? Everything here is so excited to see you and I want to know what the hell is going on.
I never gave her a straight answer because I wasn't sure myself back then. I told her to ask them what the hell, and she said they're confused. They're saying they have never seen anything like you before. At the time I took that to be slightly disappointing (it would have been nice to know what they saw). I also felt and now even more realize, wait a minute. If they recognized me when I got there then why are they confused and wotnot? Something doesn't add up, unless volunteer was lying or being lied to.
And I don't remember most of the conversation at all. The only part that is clear is when I happened to look around into the night and saw one of the leaf elves off in a guarding position - which is what they do, and no I couldn't tell you what kind of alien they are or what they are - and then it took a draft on a cigarette. My mind was utterly blown, and I went off at the volunteer for a while freaking out because this elf wasn't being all Tolkien at me. It was smoking a cigarette while eavesdropping from about a dozen or more feet away, and that was just so... mortal.
After the talk, the peeping died down (although the spiders did have to take their shot and did) and then the gather was over. I forget where up North it was. I can't remember but I think that was also the year I was given that dream by Hubbard or whichever writer that was.
I was driving home and was just north of Kingsland, Georgia when it hit me while crossing over a bridge. Someone had decided to pull me out of body. It was so strong I couldn't fight it. I pulled over just in time at the bottom edge of the little bridge onto the grass and passed out.
I opened my eyes in the middle of a ritual fire pit and looked up while the volunteer, the gather leader, and a third man stared at me. I can't tell if you if they tried commands or what they were after. I can only tell you it almost killed me.
I woke up in a few hours and went on home. Confronted the leader about it but he denied it indirectly.
I also believe one of the group members who had died just before the gather was using me to channel. I kept hounding this one girl to say things to her even though I didn't know her (she was close to him), and I couldn't control these feelings of abandonment and being left out when people did things like a memorial and I wasn't invited because I didn't know the dragon. Things just kept coming out of my mouth and I had no control. I had gotten some sleep by then, so it wasn't sleep dep. I mean as soon as I set up camp I could finally rest. The sleep dep was over.
As a result of this being used like that I made a complete ass of myself.
So I also took on a new rule. My body. Go get your own, dammit. I've been pretty adamant about that rule. I can channel just like Hollywood, but... no. People are assholes and they don't like to get permission. It's not fair to anyone when that happens.
Two weeks of not sleeping. I was the first one to arrive. I stepped out of my car, put my left foot on earth at the spiritual grounds, and was greeted with a very loud "You're here!!!!" from everything nearby. It was like the rocks practically shouted. (No the rocks didn't shout.)
I spent the next several days being stared at and poked at by every spiritual anything in the area.
I couldn't go anywhere down a path without everything lining up along the side like they were watching the Queen of England go by. They grouped in sizes according to day, too, starting with the little folk and ending with tall ones that loomed over me like trees in the end. And the last few days were spent with me standing in the middle of the water hole as far from land as I could get while watching spiders, dozens and dozens of spiders, climb the rocks to try to get close to me. I mean I was inspected by *everything*.
I was kind of keeping to myself about it for a while. Even if I didn't think I was imagining it, there are just some things you get used to I guess? Getting stared at a lot, even if it had never been quite like that before. Then one of the volunteers, who had just got into voudoin and accepted her spirits into herself, tricked me into her camp to interrogate me all night long. It was like here we go talk talk talk, BTW what ARE you? Everything here is so excited to see you and I want to know what the hell is going on.
I never gave her a straight answer because I wasn't sure myself back then. I told her to ask them what the hell, and she said they're confused. They're saying they have never seen anything like you before. At the time I took that to be slightly disappointing (it would have been nice to know what they saw). I also felt and now even more realize, wait a minute. If they recognized me when I got there then why are they confused and wotnot? Something doesn't add up, unless volunteer was lying or being lied to.
And I don't remember most of the conversation at all. The only part that is clear is when I happened to look around into the night and saw one of the leaf elves off in a guarding position - which is what they do, and no I couldn't tell you what kind of alien they are or what they are - and then it took a draft on a cigarette. My mind was utterly blown, and I went off at the volunteer for a while freaking out because this elf wasn't being all Tolkien at me. It was smoking a cigarette while eavesdropping from about a dozen or more feet away, and that was just so... mortal.
After the talk, the peeping died down (although the spiders did have to take their shot and did) and then the gather was over. I forget where up North it was. I can't remember but I think that was also the year I was given that dream by Hubbard or whichever writer that was.
I was driving home and was just north of Kingsland, Georgia when it hit me while crossing over a bridge. Someone had decided to pull me out of body. It was so strong I couldn't fight it. I pulled over just in time at the bottom edge of the little bridge onto the grass and passed out.
I opened my eyes in the middle of a ritual fire pit and looked up while the volunteer, the gather leader, and a third man stared at me. I can't tell if you if they tried commands or what they were after. I can only tell you it almost killed me.
I woke up in a few hours and went on home. Confronted the leader about it but he denied it indirectly.
I also believe one of the group members who had died just before the gather was using me to channel. I kept hounding this one girl to say things to her even though I didn't know her (she was close to him), and I couldn't control these feelings of abandonment and being left out when people did things like a memorial and I wasn't invited because I didn't know the dragon. Things just kept coming out of my mouth and I had no control. I had gotten some sleep by then, so it wasn't sleep dep. I mean as soon as I set up camp I could finally rest. The sleep dep was over.
As a result of this being used like that I made a complete ass of myself.
So I also took on a new rule. My body. Go get your own, dammit. I've been pretty adamant about that rule. I can channel just like Hollywood, but... no. People are assholes and they don't like to get permission. It's not fair to anyone when that happens.
Friday, September 27, 2013
His response
"I think you're fairly correct on your assumptions. I haven't gotten into the abduction scenario much. Not from disbelief , just hasn't crossed my path. I do know that Dr Persinger was able to reproduce alien abduction in the lab by bombarding the temporal lobes of volunteers brains with ELF. They fully believed they were abducted. His research was Navy funded. So, I believe many abduction cases may in fact be government experimentation with directed energy to make victims believe that's what happened. "
This meant I had another question, so. I asked. It meant I had to go over some old stuff I've already talked about here, so I did it in brief.
"Thank you for taking the time to reply. I have been listening a radio interview with you and Dr. Duncan... and some accounts someone put out from interviews on the matter. I remember Dr. Duncan (was it?) discussing Dr. Persinger's research and how different levels create different sensations. I remember him especially saying at 15 people can't tell if its their thoughts or not. (I'm starting to be able to tell, but you have to be ready to examine yourself all of the time.) So I have another question (or maybe two, depending on how I have to phrase it). I truly hope you don't mind.
In my case I actually woke up in the middle of an abduction exercise. I was "cued", got out of bed and met these two men at the door who realized I was lucid. When they did, one of them stepped behind me and everything goes black. I woke up with a small sore on the back of my head that persisted on being there until only just recently. It's been a couple of years. My daughter also woke up with the same sore, but hers went away faster.
They were wearing dress blues, but not the kind my husband would wear. (He's army.) I can barely remember the layout of the decorations now.
So my question is: can this technology simulate such a memory? I mean, into making you think such a physical thing happened.
Dr. Karla Turner talked about a technology the aliens used she called holographic where the victim would be fooled into believing events were happening. The abductee would go through the entire scenario of aliens coming to them or going to the aliens, have a conversation in which they could be seen interacting with something that's not there, and they would never have to leave their bedroom.
It has come out that a lot of "alien abductions" are not in fact done by non human entities for a while now. But because of this, it is becoming a growing belief that either aliens don't exist or less than 10% are really alien abductions. This is becoming a problem, because I think that with everyone's inability to look at the issue holistically we are missing important details. But I won't bore you with that.
Thank you for taking the time to answer my initial email. I do greatly appreciate it. I will try not to bother you with more questions, it's just realizations coming to fruit you know."
This meant I had another question, so. I asked. It meant I had to go over some old stuff I've already talked about here, so I did it in brief.
"Thank you for taking the time to reply. I have been listening a radio interview with you and Dr. Duncan... and some accounts someone put out from interviews on the matter. I remember Dr. Duncan (was it?) discussing Dr. Persinger's research and how different levels create different sensations. I remember him especially saying at 15 people can't tell if its their thoughts or not. (I'm starting to be able to tell, but you have to be ready to examine yourself all of the time.) So I have another question (or maybe two, depending on how I have to phrase it). I truly hope you don't mind.
In my case I actually woke up in the middle of an abduction exercise. I was "cued", got out of bed and met these two men at the door who realized I was lucid. When they did, one of them stepped behind me and everything goes black. I woke up with a small sore on the back of my head that persisted on being there until only just recently. It's been a couple of years. My daughter also woke up with the same sore, but hers went away faster.
They were wearing dress blues, but not the kind my husband would wear. (He's army.) I can barely remember the layout of the decorations now.
So my question is: can this technology simulate such a memory? I mean, into making you think such a physical thing happened.
Dr. Karla Turner talked about a technology the aliens used she called holographic where the victim would be fooled into believing events were happening. The abductee would go through the entire scenario of aliens coming to them or going to the aliens, have a conversation in which they could be seen interacting with something that's not there, and they would never have to leave their bedroom.
It has come out that a lot of "alien abductions" are not in fact done by non human entities for a while now. But because of this, it is becoming a growing belief that either aliens don't exist or less than 10% are really alien abductions. This is becoming a problem, because I think that with everyone's inability to look at the issue holistically we are missing important details. But I won't bore you with that.
Thank you for taking the time to answer my initial email. I do greatly appreciate it. I will try not to bother you with more questions, it's just realizations coming to fruit you know."
Thursday, September 26, 2013
another letter I sent out.
Dr. Hall,
I've had your research (rather: the situation) brought to my attention numerous times over the past several years or so, even to the point that I (an ebook formatter) formatted a book written by a TI who seemed very friendly and open to educating... until I got too close and she kind of exploded on me. I would like to read your book, but the truth is in my situation (and others like me) we are kept so impoverished we have to work long hours and reading is a thing of the past. I tried to see if you had your book available in audio so I could listen to it while I work (I work at home) but no luck. I hope you manage to get it into audio someday.
I have a question for you if you don't mind my asking and taking a moment to answer (if you get this). I am a MILAB, and it's thanks to my husband's research that I learned that what little I do remember of my night time excursions as a child match some of the old MKultra training. The old training from before they learned you could induce the mind trauma quickly and cheaper through hypnosis and implanted memories.
I have this problem where I'm not really allowed to have too many people close to me. I've literally watched the more stubborn people grow paranoid and fearful over time, and the more they fought to stay in my life the worse things got until one day they would leave in a traumatic and painful affair. When I was younger, I had several people who were interested in doing things with me come a day later and tell me "their spirit guides" had told them to leave and have nothing to do with me. I had one boyfriend get abducted with me and was just horrified by what he seemed to remember but would not share. I've watched people's faces as, while they're talking to me, their thoughts literally shift and they create a distance. That's enough in a nutshell, but there are a lot of examples. They're not all spiritual related. It has happened at schools, at home, wherever. It doesn't matter.
When I was much younger my own "spirits" told me I had to be separate, that I was an untouchable and an example. And it's been a long life of loneliness and pain... and yes even suicide attempts. It will ebb and flow depending on my activities, but even when I try to run by moving it stays on my back like white on rice.
Now I know that 40 years of this leads to a jaded personality and the inability to trust, so these days some of the issues are mine. I know that I have negative moments. I know if I start to share what has happened to me people sometimes burst into tears, as if those tears could somehow make it all go away. But sir, I have contacted every UFO and MILAB researcher there is in my quest for the truth and a desperate leap to try to get the help I need. In literally each and every contact, something has happened and contact has been cut. Some wouldn't get involved because I wouldn't accept Jesus Christ as my personal lord and savior. One's wife died and he just... went away... One experienced financial ruin. I had a psychiatrist hang up on me, I had another tell me I was a "garden variety" nervous wreck after only one visit and that I had nothing to worry about. Don't get me started on the very traumatic time I managed to save enough money to get hypnotherapy done. Eve Lorgen, who managed to keep talking to me the longest, faded herself out... I can only guess that she decided I wasn't good for her. I do have to tread carefully around people. I don't know why but when I'm talking, people get hurt. And I honestly don't know why... because my account of being captured by Greys can't be any different than the other abductee's account. Yet somehow my stories alienate people, and usually the alienation happens as if someone just flipped a switch.
I try to make contact with others like me: I have tried to establish numerous support groups in the interest of being some sort of positive mote in this. I have had take overs, push outs, petty politics, and the most recent time a man who called himself Iron Buddha came to my meetings, told everyone he was a government employee, and proceeded to use careful phrasings to discourage people (while supposedly encouraging them) and bust the group apart. I could be paranoid. I could be crazy - my little brother hears voices and didn't make it out of the abuse the way I did - but after 50 or so tries to create ties you begin to wonder if it's not you.
This brings me to my question. Have you come across anyone that is in a similar situation like me that is being targeted by the mind control rays? Is it possible they also use this technology to keep slaves in check and isolated, to keep the herd in their respective pens as it were? What if that's how this technology was originally used and why it was originally put into place and now that we have these young little turds taking the place of everyone that's retiring, we have this rampant sexual abuse problem?
I'm not saying that this would be the only way to keep your slaves in control, but with MKultra I've noticed that really it's a matter of handler preference coupled with strategic choices and a variety of techniques - which make things slightly harder to track you have to admit. So on top of suicide programming and a host of other things... there is this as well?
And is there any legitimate way to line the walls of your bedroom to protect your family? Lately there have been other problems happening around here. Just the other day in the hall I was on the phone talking to the only contact I have left and hit someone with my backside. I turn around and there was no one there. I wasn't near the wall. And it felt like flesh. I felt them bump slightly, as if they just didn't move out of the way fast enough. And that's just one thing.
The part of me that knows things - the part that will ponder why the air around a Beamship is thick enough to grab or knows about the black goo that drips off of American personal spacecraft that just reentered the atmosphere - says to me that this is not 100% me. That yes, part of it is an attempt to keep me isolated from everyone else. But am I just being crazy like my little brother?
I hope you can give me some answers.
Thank you,
Blue
I've had your research (rather: the situation) brought to my attention numerous times over the past several years or so, even to the point that I (an ebook formatter) formatted a book written by a TI who seemed very friendly and open to educating... until I got too close and she kind of exploded on me. I would like to read your book, but the truth is in my situation (and others like me) we are kept so impoverished we have to work long hours and reading is a thing of the past. I tried to see if you had your book available in audio so I could listen to it while I work (I work at home) but no luck. I hope you manage to get it into audio someday.
I have a question for you if you don't mind my asking and taking a moment to answer (if you get this). I am a MILAB, and it's thanks to my husband's research that I learned that what little I do remember of my night time excursions as a child match some of the old MKultra training. The old training from before they learned you could induce the mind trauma quickly and cheaper through hypnosis and implanted memories.
I have this problem where I'm not really allowed to have too many people close to me. I've literally watched the more stubborn people grow paranoid and fearful over time, and the more they fought to stay in my life the worse things got until one day they would leave in a traumatic and painful affair. When I was younger, I had several people who were interested in doing things with me come a day later and tell me "their spirit guides" had told them to leave and have nothing to do with me. I had one boyfriend get abducted with me and was just horrified by what he seemed to remember but would not share. I've watched people's faces as, while they're talking to me, their thoughts literally shift and they create a distance. That's enough in a nutshell, but there are a lot of examples. They're not all spiritual related. It has happened at schools, at home, wherever. It doesn't matter.
When I was much younger my own "spirits" told me I had to be separate, that I was an untouchable and an example. And it's been a long life of loneliness and pain... and yes even suicide attempts. It will ebb and flow depending on my activities, but even when I try to run by moving it stays on my back like white on rice.
Now I know that 40 years of this leads to a jaded personality and the inability to trust, so these days some of the issues are mine. I know that I have negative moments. I know if I start to share what has happened to me people sometimes burst into tears, as if those tears could somehow make it all go away. But sir, I have contacted every UFO and MILAB researcher there is in my quest for the truth and a desperate leap to try to get the help I need. In literally each and every contact, something has happened and contact has been cut. Some wouldn't get involved because I wouldn't accept Jesus Christ as my personal lord and savior. One's wife died and he just... went away... One experienced financial ruin. I had a psychiatrist hang up on me, I had another tell me I was a "garden variety" nervous wreck after only one visit and that I had nothing to worry about. Don't get me started on the very traumatic time I managed to save enough money to get hypnotherapy done. Eve Lorgen, who managed to keep talking to me the longest, faded herself out... I can only guess that she decided I wasn't good for her. I do have to tread carefully around people. I don't know why but when I'm talking, people get hurt. And I honestly don't know why... because my account of being captured by Greys can't be any different than the other abductee's account. Yet somehow my stories alienate people, and usually the alienation happens as if someone just flipped a switch.
I try to make contact with others like me: I have tried to establish numerous support groups in the interest of being some sort of positive mote in this. I have had take overs, push outs, petty politics, and the most recent time a man who called himself Iron Buddha came to my meetings, told everyone he was a government employee, and proceeded to use careful phrasings to discourage people (while supposedly encouraging them) and bust the group apart. I could be paranoid. I could be crazy - my little brother hears voices and didn't make it out of the abuse the way I did - but after 50 or so tries to create ties you begin to wonder if it's not you.
This brings me to my question. Have you come across anyone that is in a similar situation like me that is being targeted by the mind control rays? Is it possible they also use this technology to keep slaves in check and isolated, to keep the herd in their respective pens as it were? What if that's how this technology was originally used and why it was originally put into place and now that we have these young little turds taking the place of everyone that's retiring, we have this rampant sexual abuse problem?
I'm not saying that this would be the only way to keep your slaves in control, but with MKultra I've noticed that really it's a matter of handler preference coupled with strategic choices and a variety of techniques - which make things slightly harder to track you have to admit. So on top of suicide programming and a host of other things... there is this as well?
And is there any legitimate way to line the walls of your bedroom to protect your family? Lately there have been other problems happening around here. Just the other day in the hall I was on the phone talking to the only contact I have left and hit someone with my backside. I turn around and there was no one there. I wasn't near the wall. And it felt like flesh. I felt them bump slightly, as if they just didn't move out of the way fast enough. And that's just one thing.
The part of me that knows things - the part that will ponder why the air around a Beamship is thick enough to grab or knows about the black goo that drips off of American personal spacecraft that just reentered the atmosphere - says to me that this is not 100% me. That yes, part of it is an attempt to keep me isolated from everyone else. But am I just being crazy like my little brother?
I hope you can give me some answers.
Thank you,
Blue
Sunday, September 15, 2013
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