Mind Control, Country Music, Satanic Rituals, & The Clinton's Sex Slave?

How deep does MK Ultra/Monarch/Tavi go down the rabbit hole?

I have seen this touched upon in other threads, but never an actual topic composed discussing the role of the CIA, Country Music and the MK Ultra program. Not much on the Clinton Sex Slave either. Do you have any other info you can share? I am looking specifically for information on Country Music artists and LSD/Cocaine smuggling/propagation. Much of it is very limited, of course.

This is a copy of an email that was FWD and posted on sites in the late 90s from the International Advocates for Health Freedom. I had this saved somewhere and thought it was an overall intense read, I don't think many are familiar with this:

Return-Path: jham@iahf.com
Errors-To: <jham@iahf.com>
X-Sender: jham@pop3.concentric.net
Date: Fri, 30 Oct 1998 20:05:51 -0500
From: John Hammell <jham@iahf.com>
Subject: Double Cross to Hell: The CIA's MK Ultra Mind Control

I think a lot of members of Congress and politicians all over the world are soul less robotoids. I think Hillary Clinton is one too. She and Bill are both bisexual. She fucked Cathy O'Brien, author of the book "Trans-Formation of America" which is about her experiences as a mind controlled sex slave/information courier/drug courier for the CIA and how she was victimized by the MK Ultra Mind Control Program.

I met O'Brien in DC at the Rally for the Bill of Rights a couple years ago and got an autographed copy of her book. She was a sex slave of the CIA, sold by her pedophile father into the MK Ultra Mind Control program at age 4. Her father was snagged by the FBI for selling child pornograpy through the US mail, and the CIA found out about it and offered him immunity from prosecution if he would merely sell his children into the MK Ultra mind control program, which the bastard did.

The CIA had discovered that incest survivors made the best mind control subjects, and they needed such people to serve as sex slaves, drug runners and information couriers for such purposes as doing the ground work to get NAFTA and GATT through. Ever wonder what went on behind the scenes to foist those programs off on us? If anyone thinks I'm joking, Congressional Hearings have been held which document everything I'm saying about the MK Ultra Mind Control Program- fire up a search engine and you'll find I'm not making this stuff up.

Cathy O'Brien was prostituted by the CIA to the President of Mexico as part of the effort to con him into accepting NAFTA. The CIA also used her for smuggling cocaine. One of the people who she interfaced with while serving as a "mule" for the CIA was Jimmy Buffett, the country music legend who lives down in Key West, here in Florida. Buffett was a CIA asset involved in coke smuggling.

Cathy O Brien was subjected to satanic ritual abuse by a Jesuit priest who was part of the CIA's MK Ultra Mind Control Program. The Vatican is controlled by a CIA connected group called P2. The CIA discovered that by constantly inducing trauma through horrific events such as satanic rituals, they could keep causing the compartmentalization of the brain necessary to make Cathy and the other victims best suited for being used as human tape recorders.

The trauma induced by incest/satanic abuse is dealt with by the victim by blocking out the event from their memory, and in the process- the compartments in the brain were created which the CIA exploited via the use of designer drugs, psychosurgery- implanted microchips, and really devious
psychological programming.

O'Brien's vagina was horribly mutilated by the CIA which carved a grotesque witches face into the folds of her labia. That really turned Hillary Clinton on when she performed oral sex on her. Ronald Reagan also availed himself of Cathy O'Brien, accessing one of her programmed persona's that he especially liked known as "kitten." Many members of Congress have also had sex with CIA sex slaves. O Brien states in her book that the one time she met the Clinton's, while she was having sex with Hillary, Bill casually sat in a chair reading a book, as if this were a typical occurrence.

People sometimes think I'm bullshitting them when I tell them about the MK Ultra Mind Control program, but as crazy as this stuff sounds, its all true. People have no idea of the depth of evil in the world. People are blind to what is going on all around them. People have no idea of the stuff the CIA does in their effort to force us into a world government.

The CIA isn't part of our government, it is controlled by the Royal Institute of International Affairs and MI6 in the UK, which does the bidding of the Bilderbergers.

It is a testimony to Cathy O'Brien's strength as a human being that she escaped the MK Ultra Program, and she has immense courage to come forward with her book. Her husband Mark was on the periphery of the MK Ultra Program, and through a serrendipitous chain of events, he learned the truth about what he was REALLY involved with, he learned of Cathy's plight, and risked his life to helped her escape to Alaska, where he was able to deprogram her with assistance from people inside the CIA who sympathized with O'Brien, and leaked him the info necessary to deprogram her.

I realize this all sounds like a bunch of hokey garbage, like something from that movie "The Manchurian Candidate" but this is all true.

Cathy describes how the programming done and how her perception was manipulated. So, does Sue (and the methods are somewhat different... different doctors). Cisco also explains it, from both sides.

When Cathy encountered the Clintons, they were in Arkansas. So, this was during the period of drug running into that state. If you read what she actually says, this encounter is not that outlandish considering it was part of an up and running operation. She and her husband were brought in a few times for specific duties. This was her first husband. He was also her handler. There is verification for this operation from sources beside Cathy.

Paul, interestingly, witnessed someone molesting a child when he personally was not being molested and was not under trance. He and another boy were hiding in a closet and no one realized they were there. Paul and Alisha Owens went to jail rather than recant his previous testimony.

I would suggest for some to read the books, plus read about psychology... specifically behavior modification, classical conditioning, brain research to name a few. That will help sort through these books in a logical fashion. Another thing to do is to check into other operations they mention (many of which are declassified or have been exposed) to see how that reinforces the stories and on what points.

Sometimes Truth is stranger than fiction.
******************************************

Good interview with an ex mind programmer:


A woman who was raised in the Illuminati cult describes a powerful secret organization comprising one per cent of the U.S. population that has infiltrated all social institutions and is covertly preparing a military takeover. Her revelations cast the "war on terror" and "homeland security" in their true light.

"Svali" is the pseudonym of the woman, age 45, who was a mind "programmer" for the cult until 1996. She was the sixth head trainer in the San Diego branch and had 30 trainers reporting to her. She has risked her life to warn humanity of the Illuminati's covert power and agenda.

She describes a sadistic Satanic cult led by the richest and most powerful people in the world. It is largely homosexual and pedophile, practises animal sacrifice and ritual murder. It works "hand in glove" with the CIA and Freemasonry. It is Aryan supremacist (German is spoken at the top) but welcomes Jewish apostates. It controls the world traffic in drugs, guns, pornography and prostitution. It may be the hand behind political assassination, and "terrorism", including Sept. 11, the Maryland sniper and the Bali bomb blast.

It has infiltrated government on a local, state and national level; education and financial institutions; religion and the media. Based in Europe, it plans a "world order" that will make its earlier attempts, Nazism and Communism, look like picnics. One other detail: these people are not happy.

Svali's courageous testimony explains why our children are no longer taught civic values, why they are being habituated to homosexuality and violence, and why our "culture" is descending into nihilism and sexual depravity. It raises the possibility that George W. Bush and his Administration are Illuminists and much of the world "elite" is engaged in a mind-boggling criminal conspiracy.

MP3 file (right click and save)
http://projectcamelot.org/svali.mp3

Looks like another Actor Handler and Monarch victim, of course an aspiring country singer:

"Prepare to shudder, people. A 51-year-old character actor who appeared in "The Green Mile" and had recurring roles on "Lost" (as Horace Goodspeed), "24" and "The X-Files" has gotten hitched to a 16-year-old.

Yep, 16.

E! News reports Doug Hutchison married "aspiring country singer" and "former beauty pageant queen" Courtney Alexis Stodden on May 20 in Las Vegas (minors can marry in Sin City with the permission of a parent or legal guardian). "

http://movies.msn.com/movies/article.asp...wsignin1.0

Thanks to Lady J out in the multi-verse, here is the full book from Cathy O'Brien "Trans-formation of America"

http://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sociop...mation.htm

Reagan was in no mood for sex, and it was a relief to be away from Cheney. He took me outside for a walk in his "Secret Garden," where he said he goes to "think and solve the world’s problems". We walked down a cement path he referred to as a "Yellow Brick Road". After sitting quietly on a cement bench for awhile, he said,

"If you follow the Yellow Brick Road, it leads right to the Wizard’s lair - the Oval Office, How would you like to see where Uncle Ronnie really solves the world’s problems?"

I felt like a little girl with her daddy going to see where he works with no real concept of the experience. The guard at the Oval Office door ensured I was returned to my escorts when Reagan was through "sneaking me in" to his office. I was then taken back to Washington Monument where Houston was waiting in the car as though I had never been gone at all.

THE EGG: Are we really stuck inside a matrix? When we dream we are downloading information of ourselves in alternate realities. M-Theory.

When we dream we are downloading information of ourselves in alternate realities. Just as when our alternate self dreams, they may also dream about events with our "now-self".

Parallel universes aren’t just the stuff of sci-fi, according to a mathematical discovery by Oxford scientists. The breakthrough is being described as "one of the most important developments in the history of science".

According to quantum mechanics, nothing at the subatomic scale can really be said to exist until it is observed. Until then, particles occupy uncertain "superposition" states, in which they can have simultaneous "up" and "down" spins, or appear to be in different places at the same time.

The mere act of observing somehow appears to "nail down" a particular state of reality. Scientists don’t yet have a perfect explanation for how it works, but that hasn’t changed the fact that the phenomenon appears to be real.

[link to www.dailygalaxy.com]

Read this story of THE EGG for a better understanding of who we all are. Remember we are all ¹ at the core of it.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

The Egg by Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

This is also along the ways of what Terrence McKenna was getting at. Even Alan Watts, both brilliant thinkers in their own rights. When you have Near Death Experience (NDE) it is proven scientifically that your pineal gland opens up. DMT is naturally produced during a NDE which is very interesting. It would seem the psychedelic experience is just a controllable and prolonged NDE.

The rule of opposites always applies.

There is an extreme negative aspect to our selves now and extreme positive aspect. It is what we fight with every day.

I am sure of the other infinite possibilities of selves, and that some of them are more balanced on one extreme end of the spectrum, or the other. The whole purpose is to find the balance, that is the path of true enlightenment. The neutral path so to speak.

I am sure I would hate some of my alternate selves now, and wish I could be other alternate selves now. So I will learn to be content with who I am here and make the best of it!

I still believe the sense of ego, where all our consciousness stems from, is able to download and process information from our alternate selves. Have you ever had a lucid dream that was so intense you actually felt like you were momentarily controlling that version and mind of yourself? Everything was the same, only slightly different?

This I think is done during the REM phase of sleep and is an integral part of shaping our (sub)consciousness and a tool we use to better ourselves daily without even realizing it.

Lucid Dreaming Series - Pt. 3 - The Rotating Moon Orb

Lucid Dreaming Series - Pt. 3 - The Rotating Moon Orb

It was dusk during the summer and for some reason I was at a beach house with my parents. It was all very modern looking and surreal, like a city of the future. A shadow appeared over the sands and people were gasping, pointing upwards. I looked up to see the moon...only it was drawing closer and closer to the horizon.

WAS THE MOON FALLING?

I started to get a really strange sensation when all of a sudden the moon stopped descending. I looked to my right and my father was there saying "No!, look the moon is there!"

He was right, the moon was off to the bottom right, at what seemed its usual position in the sky. Then a large faux "moon structure" began to rotate and it had a giant hole in the middle, hollowed out. Immediately I had a very bad premonition and tried to run/hide from what was happening.

From inside the hole in the center of this huge moon spaceship replica giant mechanical/biological beings started appearing. As silly as it sounds they looked like mini mechanical Godzilla's. After these mechs started to fly out, I looked around and hundreds of people were running and screaming. I remember trying to hide by a sand dune, when multitudes of people began to get beamed up in a greenish/blue light, this to me was almost unbearable to watch.

I had a strange feeling that if you were hiding/showed no fear they ignored you, almost as if you "didn't show up on their radar". Though the more fear you exhibited was like a homing device and they would beam you up instantly right into the center of that fake moon structure.

I had a really terrible feeling that what they were doing was transferring human consciousness/fear into usable energy to power that ship.

The 12 Warning Signs of Good Health

(If several or more appear, you may rarely need to visit a doctor.)

1. Regular flare-ups of a supportive network of friends and family.
2. Chronic positive expectations.
3. Repeated episodes of gratitude and generosity.
4. Increased appetite for physical activity.
5. Marked tendency to identify and express feelings.
6. Compulsion to contribute to society.
7. Lingering sensitivity to the feelings of others.
8. Habitual behavior related to seeking new challenges.
9. Craving for peak experiences.
10. Tendency to adapt to changing conditions.
11. Feelings of spiritual involvement.
12. Persistent sense of humor.

Author unidentified. Reprinted in Whole Earth Review (Winter 1994), a compendium of brash thinking and lofty ideas.

Lucid Dreaming Series - Pt. 2 - The Brain Marble

Lucid Dreaming Series - Pt. 2 - The Brain Marble

I knew I was dreaming right away in this one as soon as I was (sub) consciously aware of it.

I am on a very high-tech operating table though my mind was out of body. It very clean and sterile with unknown silver objects and instruments around me, I could not see beyond the table though it was total darkness. Suddenly a there was a device which descended upon me like those huge claw games they have at fairs where you can win prizes. Only I knew this was a surgical claw with sharpened steel prongs, very sleek looking with precise needle daggers.

The device clamped around my head and held if there, firmly in place. Another strange object with a small saw then extended from the middle of the claw and began carving into the dead center top of my head. I felt no pain and for some reason I was relatively calm. I was out of body and felt aware within at the same time now while this was going on.

The device began to flay back sections of my brain, almost as if it were parts of a computer deck.

My perspective then shifted to I guess one of the "surgeons" or operators, though it was a cloaked figure and I could not make out any of its features. I could somehow then see from their perspective and inside the center of my brain was what looked like a sludgy, brown slimy marble. It was carefully picked up by the claw device and turned like a spinning top, they cleaned and polished the marble, placed it back into my brain, and then my scalp was placed back together.

After it was over suddenly it seemed like I was in a cave. My eyes did not feel like they were in my head at all, like I was wearing body goggles. I heard a voice, garbled at first, that soon became clearer saying "Try to talk, that's you, that's your body...get used to it." I started to speak incoherent words and the more I did the more I became "adjusted" to my new self, my body settling in and eyes getting clearer.

When I became fully adjusted to what seemed "normal" the dream scenario instantly repeated itself from the beginning over and over for what seemed like a long time.

This one was so vivid it actually bothered me for a couple weeks, so I then went to look up online "The Anatomy of a Brain". I found out there is a center marble type object in all our brains called a Thalamus:
[link to en.wikipedia.org]

I took some basic anatomy courses but really don't remember this, so I am wondering if it has some deeper meaning connected to it, maybe even related to the pineal gland. Especially the process of the brain marble being "toxic" than surgically cleaned and reinserted as if to reboot my brain.

Something to think about.

Are you a Child of Eden? The musical journey of a soul to the new golden dawn

Are you a Child of Eden?

I have had this thought for quite awhile now, ever since researching metaphysics, religion, the occult, science, nature, mathematics, philosophy and everything that ties it all together for over 20 years now.

This is something you will not find on a Google search, but my own independent thought and dream twisting into its own reality. Take a walk with me...

First, let me direct you to this book called Journey of Souls:

"Journey of Souls is a controversial yet inspiring investigation of the big question we all face at one point or another: "What happens after we die?" To find the answer, Newton opens cases from his private practice in which he hypnotically regressed his clients to a point between lives--after death, but before birth. Not only does Newton grapple with reincarnation, the spirit world, and the nature of the human soul, he also tackles equally sticky questions such as "Is there a Heaven and Hell?" and "What are ghosts?" Readers with a penchant for skepticism will balk at the lack of physical evidence to back up the claims in Journey of Souls, but the book remains a reassuring voice, affirming that our existence is not limited to the boundaries of our mortal flesh. --Brian Patterson

http://www.amazon.com/Journey-Souls-Studies-Between-Lives/dp/1567184855

I read this about 15 years ago and it is in my personal collection, I am on the move and do not have access to it for an actual quote but it is a brilliant read and I recommend it to anyone into the above mentioned topics.

The reason this book always stuck out to me is because of a certain question:

"Is there any music in the afterlife?"

I am a musician, it is what I do for a living I love it so much. This is something I was really curious to know about. The answer was something along the lines of this: Yes, there is...but you play the universe, you rhyme with the galaxy. Each star is a different note, each moon creates a different deep vibration, each sun creates a high vibration. The stars gather as a slow rumble while they burst and build up into a symphonic explosion when they die. Much as music is now, each piece as just as important as the whole, everything in the universe has its own musical vibration and you are able to compose them at will.

Essentially, the Grand Architect as I like to call the spirit is the first musical composer of the universe.

This coincided with many dreams I have had as a child, where I literally was in the atmosphere and all the fractals of light, space and energy would swirl around themselves in composition of a musical symphony. I literally wake up with partial or full songs already written sometimes.

I think that is what is going on now with the galactic alignment. We are all changing our vibrational awareness and the sun is changing our molecules. Instant evolution with our DNA from the inside out. A true musical and composer of the universe, we get to now be a part of the Grand Architects master symphony, and carry out his master composition! Time is changing for THIS and it is a very positive thing to look forward to, as long as that is what you want to perceive and wish it shall be so. :)

Please check out this video of Children of Eden. I have thought of that term when I first heard "Starseed" and "Indigo Child". It is interesting to me there is now a musical creating based game called this, basically coming to the conclusion in a game environment of what I stated above!

Enjoy and hope this made sense to someone out there.

¹¹:¹¹

The hallways to the always, what is your choice?

Lucid Dreaming Series - Pt. 1 The Space Squid

Lucid Dreaming Series - Pt. 1 The Space Squid

In dreams that twist and form life into new realities, this struck me as more vivid than most.

It was well past the middle of the night, right before dawn. I was back at my old town in West Chester, PA in a completely pitch black silent neighborhood.

I could hear nothing but wind and crickets.

Wind and crickets.

I looked around at myself, completely naked except for a huge over sized black shirt. I began to get nervous worried that I had no pants on and someone would see me. It began to rain and I started running, my bare feet slomping on the wet concrete.

All of a sudden I had a nagging feeling in my mind to look up at a completely black void within a star field sky. Stopping dead in my tracks, all of a sudden I saw glowing tentacles floating in the nothingness observing light-brite space squids. They were completely hypnotizing.

I whispered to them slowly under my breath "hello....hello.......hello....." over and over until they all of a sudden stopped to observe me. When I locked eyes with these creatures one of them suddenly shot 2 huge white gold bars of light from the back of its neck. The glow surrounded me and reverse gravity lifted me up into the sky! The golden cube transporters dismounted me onto the back of this creature and there I was with it flying through the atmosphere.

The school of galactic light-brite space squid and I then traveled off to unknown destinations, slowly my consciousness was telling me this was just a dream and I awoke.

I hope one day I can continue my journey with them...