'whales and dolphins' mind-control theme was avoided in favor of a theme more suitable to my experience-that of the Sea-Bird-Robert C. (Sea) Byrd. He told me, 'Atlantis[30] has long been the epicenter of alien activity. The path is so well warn that there are holes in the fabric of time and space whereby airplanes and ships, even people, timelessly seemingly disappear, transformed into another dimension alien to this world. Likewise, we (aliens) came in, entering through the mirror reflection of the hole in the fabric of space, the deep blue sea. Some of us entered Earth's plane as whales and dolphins. And when we emerged from the sea, some of us came flying out. Or is that in? At any rate, we are here. Watch for the flying fish when you are out to see/sea. When you see one, you will know it is kin to me. A flying fish by any other name is a C. Byrd. A sea bird. Robert C. Byrd.'
The drug business was booming for the CIA, and the only 'War on Drugs' I witnessed was that launched by the CIA against its competition. As quickly as I brought the NCL suitcases of drugs into the Port of Miami, they were usually transferred to Houston's factory custom-built Holiday Rambler motor home. Concealed compartments were built into the walls for hiding the illegal drugs. If I drove the drug-filled motor home on to Nashville rather than deposit the drugs en route at Warner-Robbins Air Force Base in Macon, Georgia, the bulk was stored in the Hendersonvilie Mormon 'food storage' Bishop's Warehouse. Some cocaine was delivered to a music distributor in Nashville, Tennessee, where it was carefully packaged in participating entertainers' cassettes, for delivery along their carefully scheduled travel routes. Houston always kept a large amount of the cocaine for his own use and distribution. Oftentimes he ordered that I deliver the drugs to specific entertainers at the Grand Ole Opry and/or at the local shopping mail when we were not traveling. Most often, however, the larger loads of drugs remained concealed in the motor home for distribution to CIA drug drops while we traveled the country music industry. These CIA drug drops included an abandoned amusement park near Youngstown, Ohio; Diamond Caverns[31] campground in Park City, Kentucky; and Swiss Villa Amphitheatre in Lampe, Missouri. I was aware that tons of drugs were being handled via our military, but the hundreds of pounds I muled were targeted for exclusive private distribution.
An example of a typical Caribbean drug operation centered around the NCL port of call. Key West, Florida. Houston took Kelly and me to a nearby tennis court under the guise of playing tennis. In reality, I was to meet with CIA Operative Jimmy Buffett, who devoted more time to the proliferation of CIA criminal covert activity than he did to his music career cover. Buffett was playing tennis. Referring to him as though he were to be my tennis instructor, Houston said, 'There's your instructor. As soon as he gathers the balls, he should be over here to meet you.'
Noticing us, Buffett strode over and shook hands with Houston. 'Hi, Jimmy/ Houston said as though they were old buddies.
'Hi, Alex and Elemer,' Buffett responded, sarcastically using Houston's stage name.
'Oh,' Houston said. Never one to know an insult when he heard it, he continued, 'What do your friends call you?'
'What does it malter to you?' Buffett asked. 'Uncle calls me Jim. I take it you're not the contact,' Houston pointed to me, 'She is'.
'That's more like it,' Buffett smiled. 'A little Byrd told me I'd be meeting with a Diamond in the Rough.'[32]
'I prefer a Diamond in the Buff,' he said, 'I've got a studio across the street.'
As we walked toward his studio, I was oblivious to the meaning behind his conversation. with Houston and commented, 'I understand you're an instructor. I wish I had brought my racquet.'
'I'm not that kind of an instructor,' Buffett explained, 'I'm a point man for Uncle. And you've got an appointment with me. I have some instructions to give you.' As we entered his studio, he said, 'Welcome to paradise,' and gestured me in. We went into the small living quarters, which may have appeared even smaller due to the electronic equipment, acoustic guitars, and furniture that filled the room. A black mirrored coffee table, atypical of cocaine users I'd known, was the clearest spot in the room, A gold razor blade, cocaine residue, an ashtray full of marijuana roaches, and a fanned deck of card with the queen of hearts on top lay on the table. Tropical plants further cluttered the room. Standing between a perched, stuffed parrot and a banana tree, Buffett was saying, 'Key West is a key place to be. It's the key to the Caribbean — Cuba, Panama — anyplace that means anything to Uncle these days, I hold the keys. I'm keeper of the keys and I hold a few of yours.' Looking at his parrot, he continued, 'The bird/Byrd says you respond to pair-o-dice, look deep into the parrot eyes.'
I did as instructed, and Buffett popped out the bird's ruby red eyes, which actually were dice, into his hand. 'Roll your eyes high while I roll my pair-o-dice,' he ordered as he rolled the dice across the table. Stopping at the deck of cards, he picked up the jack of diamonds. 'I am a jack of all trades,' he cryptically continued. 'And I trade in whatever Uncle orders. An order has been placed. You must follow orders and go to that place. Go to the White House Inn at the pier. Carry your laundry bag (full of cash) with you, and see the man in black. (My Cuban contact almost always wore a conspicuous black trench coat.) There is a launderman on the dock itself. They do all my laundering for me, and will be expecting you. Watch for the sea-man with the duffel bag. When you see the military green duffel bag, approach the desk. When he says, 'I need this laundered, but I do not have the time,' you say, 'Welcome to Paradise. I will make sure it is cleaned and delivered on time.' Then give him your duffel bag of 'laundry' and say, 'This has been properly laundered for you'. Take the duffel bag. It will be light as a feather. Return to the Inn and enjoy the buffet.'
Changing modes, Buffett unzipped his shorts as he asked, 'Do you like a buffet? I have a Buffett buffet for you now. And if is Paradise!'
I carried out the drug transaction as ordered, the whole ordeal lasting a matter of minutes. A buffet was spread in the courtyard of the White House Inn at 4:00 PM just as Buffett said it would be. But due to the food and water deprivation necessary to maintaining my mind-controlled trance, Houston forbid me from carrying out this last part of Buffett's instructions,
Alex Houston Enterprises was another side business that Houston used to cover for his CIA criminal covert activities. It included the relabelling of G.E, capacitors for the 'energy savings' companies, Queen Electric and Phase Liner, he shared with his former wife and first CIA mind-controlled slave. She was a Catholic processed Puerto Rican blonde beauty. These G.E. capacitor banks were sold internationally as energy saving devices, when in fact they provided one more means of transporting drugs from the U.S. around the world.
It was Houston's G.E. capacitor scam that provided me insight into the elaborate Long Island docks drug network run by U.S. Congressman Gary Ackerman (D.NY). [33] I first met Ackerman in 1981 when Houston was booked into the Woodberry Music Festival with known CIA mind-control victim Loretta Lynn.[34] Lorctta's road manager, Neo-Nazi pedophile Ken Riley, who was also Alex Houston's best friend, often assisted Houston in handling me. Riley in turn handed my Charm School programmed keys, codes, and triggers to Congressman Ackerman, who skillfully accessed my Alice In Wonderland mirror theme programming. After snorting a couple of lines of coke, he stepped into the center of a three way mirror where he positioned me and proceeded to sexually gratify himself in my throat. Ken Riley, and other involved members of Loretta's band, all laughed as Ackerman stumbled around the room while pulling his pants up from around his ankles and complaining that he 'couldn't stand for sex like that'. The term 'Ackerman syndrome' was coined after that in reference to sex that drained a man of his energy, and circulated among 'those who know' for years.
CHAPTER 9
RONALD REAGAN'S AMERICAN DREAM: A PANDORA'S BOX OF NIGHTMARES
My mind-controlled existence became more complicated after Senator Byrd introduced me to then President Ronald Reagan in the fall of 1982[35] at a White House political party. Byrd told me, 'When you meet the Chief, imagine him with his pants down. He's most comfortable knowing you are imagining him with his pants down. He doesn't want formality.' Former president Ford had conditioned me to dread the Office of President, and I mechanically went through the motions of meeting Reagan,
Reagan admittedly had seen the How To Divide a Personality and How so Create a Sex Slave videos made in Huntsville, Alabama. He acted very pleased with me as though I had participated in them willingly. Within the
