CHAPTER
26 - NEW WORLD ORDERS
There was "no time to lose" in bringing me back around to a
functioning level. I knew I had work to do. Although I was to be "used
up" by my 30th birthday, I do not believe it was Bush and Cheney’s
intention to expedite the process so quickly. Apparently it was their
incompetence due to over-indulgence of drugs and subsequent abuse of Kelly in my
presence that destroyed parts of my maternal-based programming. Regardless of
their "excuse," Houston drove us to San Francisco, California
where Temple
of Set (Satan) founder U.S. Army Lt. Col. Aquino made some
emergency "repairs".
I was not taken to a hospital or a mental institution, but to a brain/mind
research and development lab on the U.S. Army Reservation at Presidio.
There are many facilities such as this one across the country at various CIA,
military, and NASA compounds where hyper-advanced government knowledge is put to
the test, developed and modified. Those I met who had expertly learned the
scientific mechanics of the brain in conjunction with the ins and outs of the
mind used their gained secret knowledge to manipulate and/or control others. The
only thing Mark Phillips, Byrd, and Aquino had in common was the belief that
"secret knowledge equals power".1
Byrd
explained to me that New World Order "powers were strengthened"
by allowing the mental health community only partial and/or deliberate
misinformation through their organization lobby, The American Psychiatric
Association (APA), concerning treatment modalities for severe
dissociative disorders being created through mind control! Perpetrators believed
that withholding knowledge and the proliferation of deliberate misinformation
allowed them control over their secrets, and subsequently over humanity. They
may be correct if no one can or will react to the information presented in this
book.
Intended or not, I overheard a conversation pertaining to death and the mind
between Aquino and a lab assistant as I lay on a cold, metal table in a deep
hypnotic state, Aquino was saying that 1 had come close to death numerous limes
which "increased my ability to enter other (mind) dimensions en route to
death". I had listened to Aquino talk at length about such concepts before,
as though he were trying to convince himself of some interdimensional time
travel theory. "Whether in principle or in theory, the results are the
same," he claimed.
"The
concept of time is abstract in itself." Hypnotic talk of past-
present-future set my mind in a spin that, when combined with Alice In
Wonderland/NASA mirror world concepts, created an illusion of timeless
dimensions. I now know that the only "dimensions’ I experienced were
elaborate memory compartmentalizations of real, earthly events by real, earthly
criminals, and certainly not by aliens, Satan, or demons.
After moving me from the table to an elaborate box, Aquino then shifted
my mind to another area of my brain, claiming to have taken me into another
dimension by way of "death’s door". This was accomplished while I
was subjected to sensory deprivation combined with hypnotic and harmonic
re-programming. The seemingly coffin-like structure was transformed in my mind
to a crematorium, where I endured the sense of increasing heat while "I
slowly burned" through hypnotic suggestion. Aquino then "pulled me
through death’s door" and into another dimension, "void of
time".
Parts
of my programming were "recreated for the recreation of world
leaders," i.e., U.S. President Reagan, Mexican President de la
Madrid, and Saudi Arabian King Fahd.
In my next recollection of awareness, Houston, Kelly, and I were in Hollywood,
where Houston claimed the motor home "broke down"—an overused
attempted memory scramble. He sent me down the street to telephone Michael
Dante, who lived nearby in Beverly Hills. Dante was expecting Kelly and me
to join him in his Beverly Hills mansion for several days as bad been previously
arranged by our handler, Alex Houston.
Kelly
and I waited at the phone booth as instructed until Dante arrived to pick us up
in his midnight blue Ferrari. As soon as I sat down, Dante said, "I got
something for you, Baby, Give me your arm." Heroin was a common
"vice" he shared with Bush, and he shot me up with the drug right in
front of Kelly.
Later that evening at his house, Dante told me that he refused to "handle
damaged goods," and that he would not be my next handler as previously
planned. Not only was I "not fit to live with" him, but I was not
"fit to live" at all. I am not certain what he meant to accomplish by
these threats, but I know in retrospect that this was not his decision to make.
Besides, I never perceived existence with him and his professed "love"
as a "future" anyway- Instead, he said he would go along with the
original plan long enough to acquire Kelly".
The next day, hours before I was to meet with de la Madrid, L.A, Dodgers
baseball team manager Tommy LaSorda, George Bush, Jr., and star
pitcher of Jr.’s Texas Rangers, Nolan Ryan (who was also a banker) were
at Dante’s house working out the details of money laundering and bank
transactions for the imminent opening of the Juarez border cocaine, heroin, and
white slavery route.
The
common bond of covert criminal activity overrode any professional baseball
conflicts between them. All three were in town to be in attendance at various
gatherings and parties of Reagan’s, who would be arriving in a matter of days.
And all three appeared to have an understanding of my function as Reagan’s
"Presidential Model" mind-control sex slave.
Dante was gathering the necessary clothes and props for the evening rendezvous
with de la Madrid. LaSorda, Nolan Ryan, and Jr. were standing in the entrance
way of Dante’s house attempting to activate my "Baseball Mind
Computer" programmed personality fragment that had inadvertently been
shattered by Bush and Cheney’s traumas at Shasta. Dante told them,
"She knows more about baseball than you and Tommy (LaSorda) put together. Go ahead and ask her something. Anything."
Much
to LaSorda’s amusement, Nolan Ryan asked, "How many times does Fernando
Valenzuela (Dodger pitcher) touch his hat if he’s going to throw as rewgy
(screw ball)?" I could not respond, although I had once known more
statistical data than would ever be in print, Jr. hollered, "Hey, Dante.
What’s with your baseball computer here, huh? Are we supposed to say a magic
word?" "I don’t know," Dante responded. "Could be drugs.
Her sex is working fine, though. Give it a whirl."
Jr. declined, saying, "No thanks. The Baseball Computer sucks enough.
Listen, we’ll see you later." Jr. had never shown any interest in me
sexually. Like his father, he had only shown sexual interest in Kelly,
who had been away with him most of the day. As he turned to leave, he stroked me
under the chin and cryptically said, "Have a Ball tonight".
LaSorda, who had not been on his Ultra Slim Fast-sponsored diet yet, said,
"Speaking of balls, mine could use a little attention here." He
unzipped his pants.
Dante told me, "We gotta get dressed. Three minutes." Three minutes
was a trigger for me to perform a specific, oral sex act. I knelt on the floor
and pushed up LaSorda’s enormous belly, resting it on my head as I groped for
his penis as ordered.
Dante’s
two Great Danes came in as Jr. and Nolan Ryan left I had been forced to
participate in a bestiality film with these sex-trained dogs earlier that day,
and I had to fight them off as I sexually gratified LaSorda before getting ready
for "the Ball".
1 Mark
Phillips explained to me that, by revealing their "secrets" their
power would diminish. "Good always prevails through positive application,
whereas the bad guys are hindered and slowed in their criminal endeavors through
having to cover-up their negative actions with lies to support lies. This
inevitably allows the truth to emerge," Mark said.