I was born into Mind Control
Parents:
Mother – Mormon (highest demographic in CIA)
Father – Hollywood child actor, some unspoken trauma; also Navy, like rest of US Military, notorious for experimenting on recruits; see CASU 32, another unspoken trauma
Paternal Grandfather Freemason, 33rd degree
Maternal Grandmother – widowed during Great Depression, then “rescued” and controlled by powerful businessmen when my mother was a child

First home: UC Davis student housing with my parents – Human Ecology Project (CIA Mind Control front) began there when I lived on campus

Left alone in my room for years, taught not to bother my mother (only memories of her are of occasionally talking to the side or back of her head, always feeling neglected), I was given an unending stream of puzzles, crafts, and eventually books, so that I became very focused on projects and highly skilled, but at the loss of fundamental social understanding.

(Coincidentally, these are characteristics of autism, as well as the explicitly stated goals of the creator gods as described in the Sumerian history of humanity on Earth, from which I theorize our CIA is still trying to craft humans to meet those expectations of mental focus and minimal social distractions, and in the process have created this generation of “people on the spectrum.”)

Age 4, I said something (I believe, about not liking what was done to me at night) that made my mother hysterically angry and physically abusive, and she begin her constant habit (all my life ever after) of calling me delusional, which my siblings heard all their lives, which my abusive husbands copied to cover for their abuse, and which my children eventually picked up and naturally believed.

As a mind control subject, I was taught absolute obedience. I also learned to leave my body to avoid pain and abuse, resulting in dissociation and multiple personalities (thankfully not extreme because they were carefully crafted by CIA controllers, and in some cases crafted by myself to be unnoticed by the controllers).

Leaving my body without my controllers, I became familiar with other realms and my helping angels. Talk about this resulted in more accusations of being “crazy,” so I learned to not talk about it, eventually not think about it, and finally forget about it for decades.

Having been taught strict obedience and given little opportunity to exert myself against pressure from others, I was unable to resist the manipulations to join a secret society (a college sorority, through which, I believe, the controllers intended to “handle” me after I left my parents’ control). Even though I felt repelled by and distrustful of them, I was unable to express my contrary decision until I was away from them for the summer – but had already gone through the initiation – too late.

(Incidentally, during the initiation, I went into an altered state and have never remembered the initiation, except for one second when it seems my true self came to consciousness, saw what was in front of me for no more than one second, was horrified, then “left.”)

Before committing to the initiation, we all had been warned that joining then quitting would be “very, very, very, very, very, very, very bad,” yet I could not tell them to their faces that I didn’t like them. I also could not believe they would do anything to hurt us, so I decided to join and then quit when I was gone for the summer, and I did.

I know now that I didn’t understand the nature of the power structures of our world, and that the network of secret societies is absolutely ruthless.

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I’ve experienced a lifetime of inner arguments I thought were with myself, but which I realize now were actually arguments between myself and my programming.