Let's take a walk, I need my evening constitutional,'
Reagan was in no mood for sex, and it was a relief to be away from Cheney, He took me outside for a walk in his 'Secret Garden,' where he said he goes to 'think and solve the world's problems'. We walked down a cement path he referred to as a 'Yellow Brick Road'. After sitting quietly on a cement bench for awhile, he said, 'If you follow the Yellow Brick Road, it leads right to the Wizard's lair-the Oval Office, How would you like to see where Uncle Ronnie really solves the world's problems?' I felt like a little girl with her daddy going to see where he works with no real concept of the experience. The guard at the Oval Office door ensured I was returned to my escorts when Reagan was through 'sneaking me in' to his office. I was then taken back to Washington Monument where Houston was waiting in the car as though T had never been gone at all.
Operation Shell Game brought me back in touch with former President Herald Ford early one misty fall morning. Ford's continued relationships with my abusers had given me cause to remain in touch with him throughout the years; particularly since he and my father were still jointly active in the Michigan organized crime drugs and pornography operation that had launched me into Project Monarch so many years before.
Ford was about to embark on a game of golf with my father on the otherwise 'Closed for the Season' golf course next to my father's expensive house in affluent Grand Haven, Michigan. My brother, Mike, was with my father and me as we rendezvoused at the Club House with Ford and the Secret Service personnel assigned to him. Ford told my father he would 'catch up with him and Mike at the third hole' and to 'leave us to our business'. I was maintained in «Silence» until Ford and I were out of range of the Secret Service men, and I recited a message from Reagan instilled prior to the Shell Game,
'If you please, Sir,' I began in Oz cryptic, 'I have a message for you from Uncle Ronnie. It's a 'humming telegram' (oral sex game) to see if you agree that our National Anthem should be changed to America the Beautiful,' (Reagan was actually serious about changing our National Anthem.)
Ford responded, 'We may have to see about that later. First, we've got some other 'holes' to attend before the sun gets up any higher,'
As he teed up his golf ball I asked, 'Do you still golf a lot now that you're no longer President?'
Re said very seriously, 'I golfed a lot when I was President. But now, I just keep up with events from the golf course. I've earned the privilege of monitoring the progress of America's Freedom Train at my leisure.' He turned to face me, 'Do you play golf yet?'
'Very well, Sir, when permitted.' (Houston always ensured he won.) Ford was openly amused by my answer and handed me his club. 'Give it your best shot.' I outshot him the first stroke and his amusement vanished. I gave him back his golf club as ordered.
At the end of the second hole, Ford said, 'I'd like to have a word with you,' He took me over to some trees off the fairway and turned to me with his arms crossed over his bulging chest, raised himself up taller, and bore his sharklike eyes into mine. 'Lend me your ear', I had the Baby's Ear Shell with me as ordered, took it out of my back pocket and handed it to Ford. He began talking as though I were a machine and he was dictating a message. 'Take this message to Dick Cheney, Pentagon. The Mob has agreed to transfer the $2.3 million (porn profits) to the Bank of Credit and Commerce International. Let's pool our money now and we'll be swimming in it. This operation has been an enterprising success. Let's keep it that way. Cease agreement with Panama. All Mexican channels are implemented (cocaine and heroin). Hail to the Chief.' He took a step away and added, 'And you (he poked my chest like Cheney) lake care of my friend, Dick. Here…' he handed me the Baby's Ear. For meanness he added 'over and out,' and did the sign of the (satanic) horns at my eyes which deepened my trance significantly since I had been conditioned so heavily to this by Byrd.
After he hit the golf ball, he asked, 'How's my friend, Allen Simpson, these days?'
'Very well, Sir.' I noticed he bristled as be missed another shot. His temper was rising. When he wanted to add more to his message, he took out his frustration on me,
'Gimme that fucking shell.' He wiggled his fingers at me. That wasn't the pass phrase and I did not trigger. He grew louder and more agitated, 'Where's that Baby's Ear.' I still could not respond. 'Lend me your goddamn ear!!' he roared at me. Close enough.
'Yes, Sir,' I responded meekly as I dropped it in his hand.
He proceeded. 'Tell Simpson to take care of my friend Dick Thomburgh. Get back to me on it.' He returned the ear. We could see my father waiting at the next hole and Ford said he might 'bean him one' with his next stroke. He swung, but missed my father.
When we met up with my father at the third hole. Ford set up his ball first, of course, and waving his club at me said, 'Get out of here before I get teed off,' My father pointed the way with a thumb over his shoulder and let out a shrill whistle. My brother, Mike, walked me through the bushes and back to my father's house.
My sister, Kelli Jo, was waiting tearfully for my return. She was MPDed and horrified of Ford. She and my little sister, Kimmy, and I had all been forced to sexually gratify Ford just prior to a special ordered porn film titled Three Little Kittens whereby his semen was filmed «anonymously». I was aware that Ford had initiated both of my sisters the way he had me in Cedar Springs, and they, too, dreaded his brutal and degrading sexuality. I hurried past my sister to make sure my daughter, Kelly, was OK. Cheney's threat to her life was ringing loud in my ear.
I did not see the Baby's Ear shell spirt until Kelly and I arrived in Bradenton Beach, Florida. I drove the motor home into Florida with Houston and Kelly along, and dropped Houston off at the Tampa airport, since he did not have a role in Operation Shell Game. He 'had business at Boys Town in Omaha, Nebraska' where the wayward boys were being traumatized and sexually abused in accordance with the Catholic involvement in Project Monarch. Survivor Paul Bonacci of the infamous Franklin Cover-up case has named Alex Houston as one of his abusers there in Boys Town. Houston often went to Boys Town or other similar 'vacation resorts' while I was on covert government business. Kelly and I drove on to Bradenton, where we checked into a participating campground on the bay across from 'MacDill Air Force Base. It, too, was 'Closed for the Season'.
The recreation room of the campground was actually a harmonics programming operation, and the offices were filled with elaborate computers consistent with high-level CIA operations. The day Kelly and I met with Senator Simpson, I had been instructed by campground workers to drive to nearby Santa Maria Island where we were to collect unusual shells. Kelly and I were on the 'wild side' of the island hunting sand dollars because they had «BIRDS» in them. As we walked through the shallow water, Kelly scared up a Stingray, which sent us screaming for the shore. Simpson was on the beach laughing, looking out of place in his cagney hat and grey suit with legs rolled up and polished shoes in hand. He seemed familiar with the beach. When we reached the shore, he struck up a conversation about shells. It wasn't until he told us about the Baby's Ear Shell and opened his wallet to retrieve it that I triggered and knew who he was. As he look it out, he also flashed his ID signalling us to go with him. Considering Kelly, he had slipped a shell into the sand for her to find that looked like an eye in a spiral, He used this as a hypnotic induction to control her, comparing it to Bush's Eye in the Sky.
Simpson showed me the shell in his hand and began, 'You. You alone will take the shuttle boat to your Princes' cruise. It will leave the dock from your own backyard (Oz) at 7:30 pm. Dress appropriately (Houston had ensured the proper attire had been packed). You will be escorted to the conference room and on into the lop deck. You will see as you approach the ship (Noriega's yacht) the top deck is surrounded in black mirrors. Look deep into the mirrors; that is where you will be. And where I will be when next we meet,' We walked a little further up the beach to where the motor home was parked and, referring to the Baby's Ear, Simpson said, 'They're very rare indeed. This one is the right ear. You must go to the other side of the island, out Long Boat Key, to find its match. The Colonel (Aquino) has the baby's left ear and will meet you at the Pier at 4 pm. Stop at the little market on the corner and call. Then it's just down the street a little ways.'
I followed instructions robotically. Kelly and I watched from the pier as four big, armed (with machine guns) emotionless (programmed?) guards scanned the area as Aquino emerged from a car. Kelly said, 'Mom, let's go'. I remembered Cheney's threat and assured her I would protect her, though I could not comprehend from what.
When Aquino approached with two Dobermans on leashes, I told him Simpson had sent me there looking for the left baby's ear. He opened his hand to reveal 'all that was left-the baby's ear-the dogs had devoured and consumed the rest of the baby.' It was bloody, ragged, and bluish rather than pink. Whether or not this was an actual baby's ear, the impact was the same. I put Kelly further behind me away from the dogs. I stood traumatized and entranced, ready for command. Aquino instructed me in full detail on the night's activities, and that I was to leave Kelly with campground personnel until my return.
