sacrifice victim could be you. Anytime when you least expect it, the owl will consume you. Prepare yourself, and stay prepared.' Being «prepared» equated to being totally suggestible, i.e., 'on my toes' awaiting their command.
After returning to Tennessee, Houston attempted to distort my Bohemian Grove experience by instructing me to 'prepare myself for imminent death'. He ordered me into a bathtub of cold water, placed ice cubes in my vagina, then transferred me to his bed. There he tied a coroner's type tag on my toe, and hypnotically deepened my trance to the point where my heart and breathing were nearly stopped. Then he gratified himself on my cold, still body through faux necrophilia — reportedly one of his favorite perversions. Houston had «perfected» his perversion to the extent that he handed the keys to my death-state programming to Lt. Col. Michael Aquino for use in Reagan's Hands-On Mind-Control Demonstrations. My death-state also further equipped me in my role of 'anything, anytime, anywhere with anyone' to be accessed at Bohemian Grove.
The club offered a «Necrophilia» theme room to its members. I was so heavily drugged and programmed when used in the «necrophilia» room, that the threat of actually 'slipping through death's door' and being sacrificed 'before I knew it' did not affect me. My whole existence was balanced precariously on the edge of death as a matter of routine anyway. My robotic state did not permit me the «luxury» of self-preservation, and I could only do exactly what I was told to do. My necrophilia room experience was only for the purpose of providing Dante a compromising film of a targeted member anyway.
Other perversion theme rooms at the Bohemian Club included what I heard Ford refer to as the 'Dark Room'. When he not so cleverly said, 'Let's go to the Dark Room and see what develops,' I understood from experience that he was interested in indulging in his perverse obsession for pornography. In the Dark Room, members had sex with the same mind-controlled slave they were viewing in porn on a big screen television.
There was a triangular glass display centered in a main through way where I was locked in with various trained animals, including snakes. Members walking by watched elicit sex acts of bestiality, women with women, mothers with daughters, kids with kids, or any other unlimited perverse visual display.
I was once brutally assaulted by Dick Cheney in the Leather Room, which was designed tike a dark, black leather-lined train berth. As I crawled through the leather flaps covering the narrow entrance, I heard Cheney play on the word 'berth/birth' as the soft blackness engulfed me. With the small opening covered, the blinding darkness enhanced the sense of touch and provided an option of anonymity. Cheney jokingly claimed that I 'blew his cover' when I recognized his all-too-familiar voice and abnormally large penis size.
There was a room of shackles and tortures, black lights and strobes, an opium den, ritualistic sex altars, a chapel, group orgy rooms including poster beds, water beds, and «kitten» houses. I was used as a 'rag doll' in the 'toy store,' and as a urinal in the 'golden arches' room.
From the owl's roost to the necrophilia room, no memory of sexual abuse is as horrifying as the conversations overheard in the Underground pertaining to implementing the New World Order. I learned that perpetrators believed that controlling the masses through propaganda mind manipulation did not guarantee there would be a world left to dominate due to environmental and overpopulation problems. The solution being debated was not pollution/population control, but mass genocide of 'selected undesirables.'
CHAPTER 19
E.T. PHONE ROME
Anyone attending the Bohemian Grove on a regular basis was referred to by those in the know as a «Grover». One such Grover was Ronald Reagan's then-Secretary of Education, Bill Bennett, Bill Bennett, who later became 'Drug Czar' during the Bush Administration, wrote the so-called Book of Virtues and was/is? vying for the office of President. Bennett is apparently very close to his brother and fellow Grover, Bob Bennett. Although Bob Bennett holds the position of Legal Counsel to President Clinton, it is apparent that the brothers recognize no party lines.
It was clear to me that there were no partisan differences amongst those ushering in the New World Order, any more than there was loyalty to our Constitution. The close relationship I witnessed between the Bennett brothers, like the marriage between Clinton's and Bush's 1992 campaign managers James Carville and Mary Matlin, should raise questions as to their agenda,
When Bill and Bob Bennett together sexually assaulted my daughter, Kelly, and me at the Bohemian Grove in 1986, I had already known Bill Bennett as a mind-control programmer for some time. Bennett anchored his Jesuit/Vatican based programming of me in my Catholic conditioning initially instilled via the Rite to Remain Silent. Through further manipulation of my «inner-dimensional» perceptions, Bennett believed he had forever compartmentalized his personal secrets of perverse sex with his brother, Bob, and my then six-year-old daughter. Bennett also had manipulated my mind in accordance with Vatican «Orders» via Byrd's Jesuit College programming center in West Virginia. He used his role as Jesuit programmer for the purposes of carrying out his efforts as Education Secretary to implement Education 2000[51].
In order to program my mind for my role in bringing Education 2000 into the 'Volunteer State' of Tennessee's school system, Bennett used sophisticated mind manipulation to set the stage — the same kind of mind manipulation propaganda executed on national and international scale, Bennett's penchant for manipulating minds is apparently rooted in his knowledge of Catholic/Jesuit mind-control techniques.
When I met Bennett at a White House cocktail party in 1984, I was wearing the rosy cross necklace that Guy VanderJagt and Father Don had presented to me during my first communion, to signify the mode of program I was operating under at the time. Byrd had ordered that I wear it for the occasion.
Byrd was already talking with Bennett when a White House butler led me in to see Byrd[52]. Byrd was saying, 'I was just talking about you with my friend, Secretary of Education[53] William Bennett.'
'Bill,' Bennett corrected, sweeping his lecherous gaze over me as though I were merchandise. 'How do you do?'
''As I am told, thank you,' I said as I extended my hand as trained.
Bennett clumsily fingered the rosy cross necklace, blowing his alcoholic breath in my face as he said, 'Your necklace is as beautiful as you are, and no doubt, as significant in purpose. Where did this come from and what does it mean to you?'
'From my first communion,' I responded. 'Guy (Byrd interrupted to clarify 'VanderJagt') gave it to me to consummate my holy communion.'
Byrd corrected me, 'Commemorate your holy communion.' 'She doesn't need a translator, Bobby,' Bennett laughed, 'I'm hearing her loud and clear.'
Byrd left me with Bennett, who went into a long winded recitation on an interpretation of the Bible deliberately intended to further distort my Catholic instilled perceptions. 'Christ was an alien in this land,' he was saying in accordance with his learned Jesuit mind manipulation techniques. 'Once he landed in Earth's plane, it was plain to see he was a leader in interdimensional travel, We (Jesuits/aliens) followed his lead since he was the first to slip into Earth's dimension. In Christ's transformation from porpoise[54] to purpose, he lost his will to Earth's demands. He lost his porpoise, so to speak.' Totally 'trance-fixed,' I listened as Bennett rallied on and on. 'When Christ emerged from the deep to inhale of Earth's atmosphere, time began ticking. It was not recognized or acknowledged until Christ's passing, however. We began marking time with his death. BC-AD-or is that AC-DC?' Referring to high voltage used to compartmentalize memory, he continued, 'No, AC in DC stops time. At any rate, we followed his lead, He referred to you as sheep. He knew you needed to be led. He led us. He led you. He led us to you. We're here to lead you. The transformation is perfected now, updated with the latest in alien technologies whereby we no longer have to follow Christ's course to the grave. We can transcend dimensions free of the confines of Earth's gravitational pull. The time is now, and we are here to lead you. We know your mind. That's how we make you mind. Make you mine. Make you a mind. Make you mine. Journey with me now…'
Bennett manipulated my perceptions until, at last, he informed me, 'You and I will be working closely together on a global education project.' Sweeping his hand around the crowded room, he continued, 'This atmosphere is not conductive to the kind of work we need to be doing. Something else just came up that demands
