Put it in the lock. Turn. Open the door, and step through a window in time.' The other gamblers at Habib's table were getting impatient, and I quickly exited the gambling room.
When I arrived in Habib's room, two of his bodyguards accessed my programming. 'Chiefly speaking,' I began reciting Reagan's message. Arrangements were made for the two guards to pick up a fair sized shipment of cocaine the next morning that was arriving on a small military «brass» airplane. Houston and I would then board the plane and fly to D.C. where I would complete my part of this operation;
When Habib arrived, he ushered me into the bedroom part of the suite and began disrobing, down to his boxer shorts and gartered socks. Referring to a recent Dante porn film I was used in, he said, '1 liked your ruffled tennis panties…' then threw me a pink teddy and ruffled panties resembling the tennis outfit commanding, 'Put it on.' I complied. He threw me a stuffed toy cat on the pillows and explained, 'That kitten is going to keep this Kitten (pointing to me) from screaming. We're going to play Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.' (S&M games) Habib physically resembled the violent Alice In Wonderland characters, especially in his boxer shorts. The hysterical controlled laughter that rose in my throat would only have intensified his abuse and was (fortunately) choked back by terror as he begun attaching heavy rope ties to the four posters of the bed. On command, I crawled onto the bed and lay on my stomach while he tied me so tightly I was stretched. He shoved the stuffed cat under my mouth, then entered me roughly from behind and said, 'Come to Poppa'. The intense pain as he brutally sodomized me was outweighed by a high voltage stun gun as he jolted me repeatedly to create the perverse jerking movements and rectal muscle constrictions he desired. I soon passed out from the blinding high voltage of his stun gun. It was nearly 3:00 AM when I stumbled out the door with the stuffed cat in my hands, nauseated, disoriented, and in extreme pain. The cool, ocean breeze helped revive me as Houston marched me back to the Playboy Club.
Houston knew I had been programmed with a message for Reagan that I would deliver the next morning in D.C. As usual, he began to access it immediately. His quick timing somehow permitted him to penetrate the electricity and programmed codes (designed to keep the information repressed) and accessed the information. Houston kept a written record of any messages he was able to access (along with photos and ledgers) for his personal profit and future blackmailing purposes, should he need to protect himself. In this case, I surmise from Houston's Panama activities, conversations I overheard between him and Riley, and my recollection of the messages he accessed, that his purpose in extracting this information was for his personal profit in backdoor dealings with Noriega. I understood it was these kinds of dealings that eventually contributed to Noriega's downfall with the CIA.
Morning arrived before I was allowed to sleep, and I felt exhausted and «spacey» as I waited by the curb for Habib's bodyguards to pick Houston and me up and take us to the airport, A small military airplane was parked in a restricted fenced in area as we arrived at the airport. The two bodyguards conducted their business and quickly loaded the trunk with the bundles of cocaine as planned. Houston and I boarded the airplane and flew to Washington, D.C. where I delivered Habib's message to Reagan. The bank transaction numbers later checked out to be a Cayman Island account number.
Philip Habib was directly involved in various DIA/CIA Operations I was forced to participate in throughout the Reagan/Bush Administrations, Although Dick Cheney maintained his role as my Commander for these Operations, Habib directed my actions where International 'Diplomatic Relations' were concerned, Cheney orchestrated events from behind his desk, whereas Habib was active in the field as Reagan's attache'.
The following Operations, documented in their entirety from my experience perspective only, most likely involve other aspects to which I am not privy. In typical DIA/CIA manner, scam 'need to know' information resulted in the 'left hand not knowing what the right hand was doing.' Nevertheless, the overall criminal purpose of Operation Carrier Pigeon and Operation Shell Game, documented herein, does not change.
CHAPTER 12
OPERATION CARRIER PIGEON
The term «Pigeon» is one with which I have been familiar since the early 1980s when I first began delivering messages between my «owner» Senator Byrd and Puerto Rican drug lord and CIA operative, Jose Busto. Houston had simply explained to me then, as we fed the flock of pigeons roosting at the Old San Juan Cathedral, that Pigeons were used as messengers. The DIA's U.S. Army Lt. Colonel Michael Aquino often activated my Pigeon programming during the Hands-On Mind-Control Demonstrations.
Dick Cheney further defined the term «Pigeon» when I learned of Operation Carrier Pigeon in the mid 80s. He said, 'You have been selected from the flock (of programmed slaves) for the Carrier Pigeon Operation for the purpose of carrying messages from point A to point B as ordered. Pigeons, once they fly the coop, find no freedom in flight, but carry out their task of delivering their message from point A to point B by the shortest possible route — a direct route. I will direct your route and you will deliver messages as ordered.'
But no one defined my role as a Pigeon more eloquently that President Reagan during the course of Operation Carrier Pigeon.
The cryptic 'pigeon language' utilized by all participants in the operation was intermixed with The Wizard Of Oz, Alice In Wonderland, and 'Genie in the Bottle' cryptic programming themes. While Pigeon meant messenger, 'Carrier Pigeon' referred to the U.S. Air Force aircraft that actually transported the arms and drugs. 'Pigeon Droppings' included the sometimes multi-national dispersal of the arms and drugs after they reached their destination. 'Pigeon Holing' meant covering up the criminal activity. These definitions, as I understood them then and understand them now, may well include deeper, more diverse meanings than I have perceived.
Habib's favorite programming theme was Alice In Wonderland, Through The Looking Glass due to its international recognition and relation to the ultra-effective NASA mirror, time, and infinity space programs for instantly dissociating programmed participants. He habitually spoke in Alice In Wonderland cryptic language, and even used it for sex as was evidenced by his Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum brutal games of perversion. Due to Habib's orchestration of Operation Carrier Pigeon, this CIA covert operation was littered with Wonderland mirror themes from beginning to end.
My CIA handler, Alex Houston had just returned from a brief solo trip 'to Florida' with an elaborately wrapped box. 'it's from a friend of yours,' he told me as he handed me the box. 'Let's go into the bedroom so you can unwrap it and see it through the 'Looking Class'.' Cryptically triggered, I mechanically walked to the bedroom as ordered.
I removed the silver metallic bow and wrappings from the box and Found an expensive, elegant dress made of an unusual shimmery silver fabric. A sheet of plain white stationary written in Philip Habib's recognizable shaded blue script lay on top of the dress. It read:
The heat you radiated when we last met melted my mirror. I had it made into a dress just for you, cut to accentuate your figure so that when you melt into it. You lose yourself into the pool of liquid mirror. Step into the Looking Glass. Sink deep within its pool and straddle dimensions in time. I'll see you there… along with my friends.
It was signed: 'Passionately, Phil Habib,' with his name written upside down under a line as though it were a mirror reflection.
Houston knew there would be a note, and ordered 'Let me see your note,' snatching it from my hands. He gestured toward the dress. 'Go ahead and try it on while I read this note. Now let's see, what does it say? 'Come to Poppa?'
I took the dress from the box. It did not feel like anything I'd ever felt before. It was cold like satin, but thin like silk. I started crying quietly, afraid that Habib would somehow show up if I had it on.
'Put it on and I'll zip you in,' Houston said as he took another note from his wallet and read it as I undressed:
There's a pair of magic shoes to wear with your dress, Something in-lightening, to transport you faster than the ol' ruby slippers (Oz) The shoes, like the dress, are made just for you, and when you wear them you'll be fit for a King, I'll send them for you at the appropriate lime.
