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This World is Fucking Crazy and so Are You!

Been off-the-blog for a while. Was too freaked out about what I discovered in hypnosis, so many memories, so many alters, not enough answers. Plus I was baffled by the stupid crap people wrote in comments. I deleted. So manyhaters and denials peeps out there.

Two weeks ago I drove down to the Bay Area for this Super Solider summit thing because I wanted to see what was what and talk to Max Spiers in person. And Solaris Blueraven. They both are connected to memories, to say nothing of “Sarah Stanga.” But when I got there, there was such a heavy dark cloud around, and I do not mean the real weather. The place was crawling with intel agents: human, non-human, obvious and invisible. Greys there too. I could not deal with it and had a bad bad vibe. So I took off. Went back homeward. Missimg time. At least two hours. I dunno what happened. Do I wanna know what happened? (Someone behind-the-scenes told me some crazy shit did go down.)

Also read that Sarah Stanga aka Valerie Swerdlow was not allowed into the US of A. Thank goodness! Who knows what kind of crazy shit she had planned. There must be some good guys White Knights angles or whatnot out there looking out for us!

haywire

last weekend, I watched the movie Haywire, almost scared to. It did not really trigger anything but what was weird was the figting scenes, I kenw every move. Even if it was all stunts there were some real Navy and Marine-style hand-to-hand going on there. It wasn’t until the end that Frida was triggered, she said, “I did the same.” This is when the lady in Haywire went on a assassination spree.

I don’t think this movie is about super solider programming, it is about a woman who was a Marine in the Gulf and has turned into a freelance operative for a private contract in Intel, mainly grabbing kidnapped politcal prisoners and doing surveillance.

It wasn’t like watcing the Bourne movies, which are impossible for me.

Aaron & I: Eye Spy the Dolphin Guy

More and more memories of Aaron McCullum are coming back. It all started at Pendleton and then Coronado Naval Base. He was a petty officer in the Coast Guard and in the programs with me when I was a WAVE commissioned officer (thanks to my father’s rank in the Navy). I remember us getting tattoos together in Oceanside and then fucking all night in a motel room. We were celebrating a mission gone good in Yemen. Weird because Frida did the mission but Ashleigh was the one who wanted to fuck. Frida would never get down with a guy unless ordered to do so, and she would never like it the way Ashleigh does. I don’t think Aaron was an alter, he was himself. I dunno for sure.

But Aaron abducted me twice and I helped him abduct people too. I helped him, or Frida did, do awful sexual torture to newbies in Project Monarch.

When Aaron knocked me up, ONI and the reptoids were very interested in the fetus because of Aaron’s dolphin DNA. What the frick, man, was I gonna give birth to a baby with fins? Well who knows because I was taken by the grays and this mantis doctor removed the fetus. Aaron was there and he said he was sorry but they wanted this baby for testing. The mantis showed me the little fetus, maybe 9 weeks old, nothing but fleshy goo really, it was in some kind of container in fluid, and I began to cry.

Later, when I was taken a year later and they removed another fetus that was implanted, not there by sex, I asked about the dolphin fetus and they told me it died, it could not grow right. I felt empty. I kind of felt it was for the best I mean who the hell wants to be born some weird hybrid dolphin-human?  I mean naturally that might be cool but under control of aliens and the OSI, that would suck.

I wish I could get ahold of Aaron and ask him if he remembers me, what other things we did.I think we were only on three or four missions, and some abductions, we weren’t close, just two soldiers. Someone told me he is married now. That is cool. I wonder if he has kids and if ONI took them or are monitoring them.

The Strangeness of Stanga

I just read two recent blog posts about Sarah Stanga here at Anyaisachannel and here at Ex-White Hat Confessions, and my alter Frida was triggered. I knew about this but have pushed it far away, but this:

My alter, Frida, was lovers with Sarah when Frida/I was in Leeds in the U.K. Down in the MI6 base there, run by a bunch of reptoidal freaks and Luciferian Limeys. Sarah and I put on hardcore lesbian BDSM shows during rituals, but alone we would make tender love…or Frida and her made love. Although knowing Frida, she got off more on the S/M. So did Carrie, who is Sarah’s alter when we did these ritual shows for these people.

Sarah’s alter, Carrie, is a high priestess in the Order and Temple of Moloch. I dunno if “Sarah” knows that. Probably not, she would flip out if she knew one of her alters was a high-up bitch in the same Luciferian sect she seems to be against. Unless she is a disinfo slit like her evil brother, Stewert Swerdlow.

Yeah, people probably don’t know “Sarah Stanga” is a pseudonym. Her real name is “Valerie Swerdlow,” younger sister of master programmer and disinfo spook Stewart. But that’s not her fault. She was messed with like I was and like many others have been.

Contemplation in Isolation

 

1/ Maybe I am just nuts & it’s all in my noggin & I should be tossed into the rubber room for six months & poked & probed & medicated & shrinked to find out what the heck is up with my brain

2/ Fuck that. I am pissed off as hell & someone’s gonna gotta better pay for what they did to me at Coronada & Pendleton & Project Talent

3/ Maybe I should forgive & forget & be a “good little girl” like they told me down in the basement with the big ugly Dracos locos

4/ Maybe I should move to some remote island or third world nation where “they” can never find me again

5/ Maybe I should let Ashleigh or Frida take over and “I” will take a long hard nap and never come back

6/ Maybe I should hitch a ride to the skies

7/ Maybe I should drop acid and go to the beach & find god in the ocean blue (cuz god is a dolphin)

8/ Maybe I should write a book and get rich

9/ Maybe I should buy a boat & sail..but I need to get rich to buy that boat.

10/ Maybe I should event the half-click, better that 1-click, for fast internet retail sales, & the world will cal me “the 1/2-click chick.”

Mars Sux

A friend this morning asked if I wanted to go see the movie John Carter of Mars. I felt naseous and pain went up and down my spine. Even writing the name of that planet makes my hands shake.

What the fracking hell, man??!!?? Why do I get this way about Mars? A mixture of anxiety, terror, anger and tears. I freaked out when I tried to watch Mission to Mars and Total Recall. And I have these horrible dreams I am on Mars and the sky is filled with these triangular-shaped ships where smaller ships launch out and land, and out come these THINGS in armour suits and some kind of advanced weapons in their hands.

The other night I had one like this and I was in a troop transport that was being shot at. The other soliders inside were not all human. One of them had a broken neck but was still alive and a medic put some sort of plaster goo on the person’s neck (this person not quite human) and the broken bones were fixed almost instantly.

I am too wigged out to do any hypno regression for Mars.

Someone suggested to me that I was never there, it is all bogus, but that “they” had programmed these memories and feelings into me to make me believe I am losing it. Yet I know my alter Irene has done off-planet missions, I just don’t know what she has done, exactly.

The Beginning

I was born on March 22, 1984. I was one month premature and the birth was forced on my mother. I believe “they” wanted me to be born on that date and year, to be a Taurus, for some reason that I have not yet figured out.  I will be 28 in a few days from writing this.

My father was in Naval Intelligence. He has passed now, he was actually killed on a mission of some sort. He also sexually abused me. By the time I was six, I was a little sex machine. He shared me with his friends in the intel community. I was used sexually in Satanic rituals. My father was also a 37th Degree Freemason. And he put me into Project Talent at age six. My mother knew, because she had been in the same program. Here we are at the time:

I am half Asian/half Caucasian, a genetic mix that the CIA was very interested in because my psychic abilities were strong. In the Project, I was trained how to use my psychic abilites to peer into the minds of others, locate people all over the earth, move objects with telekineses, and even stop the heart of people with my mind alone. When they would put is in a team of five, usually three men and two women or four men and one woman, we could wipe out entire platoons of enemy soliders, whether they were human or ETs.

Speaking of which, ETs were involved in this project and the sex rituals. They are very tall and strong, called Dracos and Gizeh Intelligence. They are evil incarnate. They love to have sex with human females, especially young girls. The first time I had sex with one. I was 10 years old and it was not a good experience. None of the sexual abuse was even though I was programmed to enjoy sex, have orgasms, act like a sex machine, but in the deepest part of my mind, where I was me, I hated it, I was disgusted with it, I loathed it, and it has made me sexually dysfunctional since: I have gone through bouts of being a nymphomaniac, to being lesbian, to being completely frigid, the thought of sex making me want to vomit.  When I see violence in moves, I get sick, because I remember the violence I caused. I cannot watch war or assassin movies. I cannot watch movies with aliens in it. I prefer cartoons and romantic comedies, thank you.

I was also given to powerful politcians to be their pedophile sex slave, people well known: Ronald Reagon, George Bush, Bill and Hilary Clinton, Henry Kissinger, John Kerry, and even Barack Obama before he ever ran for any offices and was a student at Harvard. This all happened from when I was seven to most recently, two years ago before they tried to terminate me. I recall being raped by Barack Obama and Joe Biden together in a ritual in 2009. I was in one of my alters then: her name is Ashleigh and she is a whore, a call girl, a sex slave for the CIA, her mission to please politicians, higher ups in the Pentagon and military, people in Hollywood, powerful bankers. Ashleigh has visited Bob Hope, George Clooney, General Petraeus, Colin Powell, George Soros, David Rockefeller, all the Bush men, Donald Rumsfeld, and the list goes on.

My second alter is Frida, super solider and killer. She has incredible strength. She is also lesbian.

My third alter is Irene, who does missions off-world with the Dracos and Orion beings.

Here is a photo I do not remember having been taken. I believe Ashleigh was in control of my body:

and this one I am certain is Frida:

I don’t know what Irene’s demeanor is. I found these pictures and many others on a USB disk in my bank safety depsoit box. I wonder if my alters had them taken for me to find because in the box were documents from the CIA and two guns. I didn’t even know about the box until the memories started to come back. The key was hidden in my mattress. Also on the USB drive are what appear to be highly top secret information, schematics of war ships in space, information on ETs. I think they wanted me killed because of this information. I have since made arrangements that should I be killed, or even if another assassination is attempted, this data and te documents will find their way to many news outlets and journalists in the alternative media world.

Hi, I am a Survivor of Black Ops Government Mind Control Known as MK Ultra and Project Talent

To begin:

Two years ago I was shot and was in a coma for three weeks. I was shot by a CIA assassin because they wanted me terminated for reasons unknown. When I came out of the coma, memories started coming back, memories I never knew I had. At first I thought it was all parts of dreams. No, the memories were real. I sought out hynotherapy and more memories started to come back.

Since the age of six, I was put into what is known as Projects Talent and Monarch. I was tortured, sexually abused, programmed and trained in martial arts, hand-to-hand combat, weapons, flying planes, and assassination techniques.  I know this probably sounds like Le Femme Nikita, but this is true. Many men and women have undergone what I have, you can find their testimonies all over the web. Some are bullshit and probably created by the CIA’s disinformation wing. Some are written by loons or liars. And some, many I believe, are written by genuine people trying to heal from what the U.S. government’s black ops arm did to them.

I am a genuine human, see:

and I am a vegetarian:

and I love ice cream:

For the past 18  months I have been keeping a journal of my memories, from my torture and training in underground bases in California and Oregon, missions I went on, people I terminated, and my three “alters” that I know of. I may have more.

WARNING: These blog posts from my journal could offend and disturb those who are sensitive to violence, sexual abuse to kids, sexual encounters with alien entities, assassinations and so on. I will not leave out the gory details because that would not be keeping to the truth. I have had my difficulties with what I remember. Writing it truthfully down is part of my healing.