CHAPTER
17 - ABOUT FACES
Soon after Kelly was inducted into George Bush’s
"Neighborhood" through horrific sexual abuse, Bush enforced his
controls on me. Our mind-control handler, Alex Houston, had taken Kelly
and me to Washington, D.C. for separately scheduled meetings with Bush. Kelly
had already been escorted by agents to her rendezvous with him that morning,
during which Lime I had been ordered to one of U.S, Senator Robert C. Byrd’s
offices located in the nearby FBI Hoover Building.
There,
Byrd reinforced his holds on me by claiming control of the Justice Department
and "proving" once again that I had "no where to run and no where
to hide". My horror reaction was compounded when Byrd looked at his pocket
watch and notified me in Alice in Wonderland cryptic language, "You’re
late, you’re late for a very important date," referring to my meeting
with Bush.
I sprinted from the Hoover Building, encountering Houston who waited just
outside. Houston hurried me to the Smithsonian where I waited for my escorts as
instructed at the "Face Changing" exhibit. This computerized exhibit
illustrates how an individual’s face can take on a radically different
appearance by slightly altering any single feature.
The exhibit fascinated me as a programmed MPD since multiples often experience
the unnerving phenomena of routinely not recognizing themselves in a mirror due
to switching personalities. A multiple’s face often changes slightly with each
switch, which "validates" the religious communities’ perceptions of
so-called "demonic possession" in occultism. Logic quickly dispels
this belief when it is realized that everyone’s expression changes according
to emotion, by skin color and tones, blood pressure, and by tightening or
relaxing specific micro muscles.
An
MPD’s face changes are more exaggerated when these natural conditions are
combined with the results of sophisticated programming/"Charm School"
teaches subconscious control over these natural phenomena as a ready-made
disguise on government slaves such as myself, as welt as to enhance sex
slaves’ "beauty" to their maximum potential. I was incapable of
thinking or logically understanding my fascination with the display, as I stood
totally enthralled, waiting for my escorts as ordered.
As the escorts approached, I was relieved to see Kelly with them. Though she was
visibly tranced and traumatized, the fact that she was alive was all I was
capable of grasping. When she saw the "Face Changing" exhibit, she
excitedly exclaimed, "Uncle George just read me a book about this!"
Before I could hear anymore, I was led away, leaving Kelly with our handler,
Houston.
I was then quickly taken to Bush’s Residence Office, which here-to-fore was
unfamiliar to me. Although it had slate blue, plush carpets and fine furnishings
like the White House office, lattice work and smaller rooms provided a different
air. I sat in a hard-back wooden chair as ordered, while Bush carefully
positioned himself in front of me on a little wooden footstool. This allowed me
clear visibility of the large book that he held in his lap.
All
illustrations faced me, while all text except the last page was printed in the
holder’s direction. This book was a unique, high tech piece of art
specifically designed to enforce Bush’s favorite method of programming,
"You Are What You Read". The juvenile face depicted on the front of
this hardcover book gave it the appearance of a children’s storybook. It was
entitled About Faces.
Bush explained the dynamics of "changing faces" and "becoming
what I read". Although I had been conditioned to this idea all of my life
through Disney stories, The Wizard Of Oz, Alice In Wonderland, etc., I was not
prepared for Bush’s version of "You Are What You Read" programming
explanations.
The illustrations themselves were elaborate, consisting of mirrors and hypnotic depictions. He seemingly made the book come alive in my mind as he read page after poetic page of hypnotic, metaphorical language, all the while creating powerful illusions. His impersonations of the characters further enhanced the desired affect of fantasy becoming reality. This extraordinary effort to scramble reality would have worked-perfectly-had it not been for another victim and myself discussing it only a few days later.
The purpose of Bush’s book was dearly explained within the first few pages, which included the following passage:
I am the Vice President when circumstance demands,
And I am your Commander, you’ll follow my commands.
The first command’s important - It is one you will heed,
When I send you a book, you are what you read.
Throughout
my tenure as a Presidential Model mind-controlled slave, I was provided specific
books according to Bush’s program. These books, delivered through
pre-established channels such as Ken Riley, Alex Houston, and even
Ronald Reagan, came complete with specific commands on how they were to
be interpreted and used. Some books were used to instruct me on operations;
somewhere an attempt to scramble my memory with fantasy; others were used to
load my mind with pertinent data such as bank account passbook numbers, and so
on.
I was provided a paperback book entitled Afghanistan, from which I
absorbed history, current political events, and the strength of the Afghany
Freedom Fighters. I have since learned that the book I read was never
publicly released in the text it was provided me. According to instruction, the
book was delivered back to Bush as quickly as I finished memorizing it, I wonder
in retrospect if any part of it contained fact beyond how I was supposed to
perceive it.
I read stories of espionage, including Robert Ludlum’s Bourne
Identity, and William Diehl’s Chameleon. Mostly I was
provided steamy sex novels for further training as well as scrambles. Kelly was
conditioned to fairy tales, Steven Spielberg’s ET, NASA NSA
operative George Lucas’ Star Wars, and the nightmarish Never
Ending Story. Steinbeck’s classic Of Mice and Men caused Kelly
constantly to quote the dependant character of Lenny for years saying,
"Tell me what to do, George".
She
still does this each and every time I am allowed to visit with her in the mental
institution. The attending therapist over-seeing the visit has yet to pick up on
this programming cue, and I am forbidden by Juvenile Court order not to discuss
Kelly’s past or therapy.
Bush’s most effective example of "You Are What You Read" in his book
About Faces occurred during his reading of the page depicting lizard-like
"aliens" from a "far-off, deep space place", Claiming to me
to be an alien himself, Bush apparently activated a hologram of the
lizard-like "alien" which provided the illusion of Bush
transforming like a chameleon before my eyes. In retrospect, I understand
that Bush had been painstakingly careful in positioning our seats in order that
the hologram’s effectiveness be maximized.
U.S. Army Lt. Col. Aquino’s occultism provided trauma sufficient to
maintain my Project Monarch Mind-Controlled existence despite his
inability to affect my core spirituality. Therefore, I was not routinely
subjected to the other favorite "trauma of choice"-alien themes-lite
many slaves (including Kelly) I knew had been.
The effect of Bush’s illusion hologram on such victims is binding and strong. Even Aquino envied the mind shattering effects of Bush’s alien theme visual traumas to the extent that he wrote and published his own comic book sequel to Lucas’ Star Wars. While occultism is easily dispelled with reason and fact, Bush’s alien theme continues to be reinforced through NASA’s involvement in mind-control atrocities.
Additionally,
California’s 24-year incumbent Senator Alan Cranston of the Select
Committee on Intelligence has perpetuated this trauma base for decades, as have
others. Despite my having escaped routine "alien" theme traumas,
Bush’s "You Are What You Read" hologram proved devastatingly
sufficient for him to gain total control of my robotic mind from that moment on
until my rescue in 1988.
By the time Bush reached the last page of his About Faces book, I
was so traumatized I instantly "became what I read" when I read the
last verse aloud as ordered:
I am a True Patriot living an American Dream,
I will become my role when you pull my string.
I will become my part, so I can ’be all I can be’
’Cause just like the Vice President, I am what I read.