My television programming was then expanded to include the shows that
every Project Monarch Mind-Control slave I knew had to watch: I Dream Of
Jeannie, The Brady Bunch, Gumby And Pokey, and Bewitched. I could relate to
the Genie pleasing her master, who was a Major for the Air Force in I Dream
Of Jeannie. This served to confuse the reality of my own experiences with the
fantasy of television production. I told all outsiders that my family was “just
like the Bradys”. Through Gumby And Pokey I was led to believe that I was as
flexible as these animated clay performers. Therefore, I was capable of being
physically maneuvered into any sexual position. The mirrors depicted a
doorways to other dimensions and adventures interlocked with my Catholic
conditioning and Alice In Wonderland and Wizard Of Oz theme programming.
In Bewitched, it is the normal new door neighbor that is considered crazy rather
than the witches. This is another reversal that was applied to my bizarre
existence. I was one of the only kids in my school that listened to country
music. But then, Senator Byrd fancied himself a country music fiddler and it
was “my duty to love what he did”, I was ordered to listen to country music or
no music at all. Music was my psychological avenue for escape, a dissociative
tool. But this, too, was used in setting the stage for my future as a Project
Monarch “Presidential Model” mind-controlled slave.
As suggested, I read the Boxcar Children Series over and over again, I
empathized with the trials, traumas, and tribulations the children endured while
they fended for themselves from their boxcar home along the railroad tracks.
My father often made train sounds at me in passing to subconsciously remind
me that I was currently “in Train-ing” on the undeterable track of the “Freedom
Train.”4
This term, taken from Harriet Tubman’s underground railroad for
slaves, reversed the meaning of the word “freedom” to confuse one’s “one track
mind” and instill the belief “I am free to be a slave”. This also reinforced my
training to stay on track-the plan (track) laid our for me. My father would
often quip, “When God passed out brains, you thought he said ‘trains’ and got
in the wrong line”. Convicted (capital crime) career criminal, country music
entertainer, and CIA operative Merle Haggard often used well documented
cryptic language in his songs pertaining to government mind-control slave
operations. He released songs including “Freedom Train” and “Over theRainbow”. My father told me repeatedly that Merle Haggard was my “favorite”
singer, and his songs reinforced my programming.
Of course, Senator Byrd remained my “favorite” fiddler as ordered. He
played train songs like “Orange Blossom Special” while making train sounds on
his fiddle. Sometimes I was his captive audience, bound and gagged, while he
played his fiddle. Other times he instructed me to spin round and round like a
music box dancer in order to add “new dimensions to our sex”.. These new
dimensions included more and more physical pain through “kinky” torture.
Johnny Cash Country lyrics are why Miley won’t wear the red communist star
They want the Kingdom of heaven without God/Deus/Bog
IS it about the money Luis? Or the fame?
I watched u grow up on Hannah Montana….when i heard about the MK it got me really upset… 🙁
that trance formation mk ultra book about Country music corruption
My television programming was then expanded to include the shows that
every Project Monarch Mind-Control slave I knew had to watch: I Dream Of
Jeannie, The Brady Bunch, Gumby And Pokey, and Bewitched. I could relate to
the Genie pleasing her master, who was a Major for the Air Force in I Dream
Of Jeannie. This served to confuse the reality of my own experiences with the
fantasy of television production. I told all outsiders that my family was “just
like the Bradys”. Through Gumby And Pokey I was led to believe that I was as
flexible as these animated clay performers. Therefore, I was capable of being
physically maneuvered into any sexual position. The mirrors depicted a
doorways to other dimensions and adventures interlocked with my Catholic
conditioning and Alice In Wonderland and Wizard Of Oz theme programming.
In Bewitched, it is the normal new door neighbor that is considered crazy rather
than the witches. This is another reversal that was applied to my bizarre
existence. I was one of the only kids in my school that listened to country
music. But then, Senator Byrd fancied himself a country music fiddler and it
was “my duty to love what he did”, I was ordered to listen to country music or
no music at all. Music was my psychological avenue for escape, a dissociative
tool. But this, too, was used in setting the stage for my future as a Project
Monarch “Presidential Model” mind-controlled slave.
As suggested, I read the Boxcar Children Series over and over again, I
empathized with the trials, traumas, and tribulations the children endured while
they fended for themselves from their boxcar home along the railroad tracks.
My father often made train sounds at me in passing to subconsciously remind
me that I was currently “in Train-ing” on the undeterable track of the “Freedom
Train.”4
This term, taken from Harriet Tubman’s underground railroad for
slaves, reversed the meaning of the word “freedom” to confuse one’s “one track
mind” and instill the belief “I am free to be a slave”. This also reinforced my
training to stay on track-the plan (track) laid our for me. My father would
often quip, “When God passed out brains, you thought he said ‘trains’ and got
in the wrong line”. Convicted (capital crime) career criminal, country music
entertainer, and CIA operative Merle Haggard often used well documented
cryptic language in his songs pertaining to government mind-control slave
operations. He released songs including “Freedom Train” and “Over theRainbow”. My father told me repeatedly that Merle Haggard was my “favorite”
singer, and his songs reinforced my programming.
Of course, Senator Byrd remained my “favorite” fiddler as ordered. He
played train songs like “Orange Blossom Special” while making train sounds on
his fiddle. Sometimes I was his captive audience, bound and gagged, while he
played his fiddle. Other times he instructed me to spin round and round like a
music box dancer in order to add “new dimensions to our sex”.. These new
dimensions included more and more physical pain through “kinky” torture.