immediate attention. Let's complete tonight's business with pleasure, beat it out of this dimension, suspend your suspended animation, and get with the program.'
In one of many White House bedrooms available for such purposes, Bennett led me into bed. I told you we were going to beat it out of this dimension, and that's exactly what I intend to do. A little Byrd told me you like a whip. Since I am not the Senate kind, I'll just represent the majority by giving you what you need most.'
Bennett apparently found perverse pleasure in whipping me. With my wrists bruised and my body slinging with pain, Bennett lit up a cigarette and cryptically asked, 'Was that your first cum-union with an alien?' He threw me my clothes, and ordered, 'Make yourself presentable. Make sure your wrists are covered. I'm not waiting around for you, I'll see you in THE morning.'
Bennett left. After awhile I was escorted back to Byrd, with whom I spent a brutal, short night. On the way to his room, Byrd told me, 'You've got work to do come morning with Mr. Bennett. Working for him is like working for me. We are working in conjunction with the state Governors in an effort to implement the global 2000 education formula for the future. I am excited at the prospect of meddling in the future through what I accomplish today. Since I hold this country's purse strings, it is up to me to delegate as much funding as is neccessary to implement the educational program. I've withheld funding and withheld funding to the point where the individual states must rely on federal funding to get them out of hot water financially. I am ready to do just that so long as they follow my guidelines. Mr. Bennett is working out the details of this plan, and will be sharing much of that with you. I need you to do what you do best by enlisting the full cooperation of state government at the upcoming Governor's Convention. I have never demanded Conventional sex of you before, but this time is different. Persuade these Governors at their weakest moment — bring them to their knees while you are on yours, and convince them that global education is the gateway to the future if there is to be any future at all.'
Early the next morning, deep underground in the NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center mind-control lab near D.C., Bill Bennett began preparing me for the program. NASA uses various 'CIA designer drugs' to chemically alter the brain and create exactly the mind set required at the time, Huntsville, Alabama's NASA drug of choice, 'Train-quility,' created a feeling of absolute, peaceful compliance and a sensation of walking on air. The drug administered this time was sufficiently similar to Tranquility to create total compliance. The bearing I had endured the night before had rendered me helpless, anyway, and I could barely crawl up onto the cold, metal lab table as the drug took effect.
In the darkness surrounding me, I could hear Bill Bennett talking, 'This is my brother, Bob. He and I work as one unit. We are alien to this dimension-two beings from another plane.'
The high-tech light display swirling around me convinced me I was transforming dimensions with them, A laser of light hit the black wall in front of me, which seemed to explode into a panoramic view of a White House cocktail party-as though I had transformed dimensions and stood amongst them. Not recognizing anyone, I frantically asked, 'Who are these people?'.
'They're not people, and this isn't a spaceship/ Bennett said. As he spoke, the holographic scene changed ever so slightly until the people appeared to be lizard-like aliens. 'Welcome to the second level of the underground. This level is a mere/(mirror) reflection of the first, an alien dimension. We are from a transdirnensional plane that spans and encompasses all dimensions.'
'Infinite dimensions,' Bob injected, 'Infinite dimensions spanned simultaneously-'
Bill said, 'No limitations'.
Bob softly sang, 'Let freedom ring'.
'There truly is no where to run and no where to hide from us. We're who is looking from behind the Eye in the Sky,' Bill continued,
'We're watching you,' Bob said. He sang a line from the popular rock song 'I'll Be Watching You'.
'I have taken you through my dimension as a means of establishing stronger holds on your mind than the Earth's plane permits,' Bill Bennett was saying. 'Being alien, I simply make my thoughts your thoughts by projecting them into your mind. My thoughts are your thoughts.'[55]
The brief message Bennett programmed me with pertaining to Education 2000 was to be directed to state Governors at the upcoming convention while delivering a packet of information:
The children. We must consider the children. Think for a moment beyond tomorrow. Our children are the future. Their future lies in education. We can control the future today by regulating education. Our thoughts and plans for the future-put in their text. A text they can understand. Children's textbooks. The highest levels of government, the most brilliant minds on the face of this — Earth would like input into the future by way of the children. You, as Governor, are in a position to provide that link. Global Education 2000 is ready for implementation. Look into it. Look into it and see the future.'
CHAPTER 20
NEW WORLD ORDER OF THE ROSE
Still feeling drugged from the programming session instilled in me by Bill Bennett at the nearby Goddard Space Flight Center, I attended a White House cocktail party later that night as instructed.
Dressed 'to Order,' I wore a slinky, black dress that gathered at one hip decorated in rubies, with a red rose barrette in my hair. 'The Chief called for her,' my Secret Service escort told the butler as he left me at the door. The lights were dim and the air was formal as the butler led me through the unusually large crowd of people. He released my elbow, aiming me in the direction of then President Ronald Reagan,
As I walked through the crowd toward Reagan, I saw familiar faces associated with the 'Order of the Rose'[56]. Across the room, Bill and Bob Bennett were laughing with Dick Cheney. Then-Governor of Pennsylvania Dick Thornburgh was engaged in conversation with Senator Arlen Spector. Within the farthest reaches of my expanded peripheral vision, I saw George Bush talking with his U.N. confidant Madeleine Albright[57], Knowing I could see him as though I had eyes in the back of my head, Bush subtly signaled me to join them.
'You know Madeleine Albright,' Bush began, Expertly using terminology from previously instilled Catholic Jesuit beliefs, he continued, 'She's the reverend mother of all sisters (slaves). She's so close to God that an order from her is an order from Him.' Albright snickered, apparently impressed with Bush's «witty» manipulation of program verbiage. 'She rose in the U.N. through me to implement the New World peace process.'
Albright said to me, 'I hear you're a world (whirled?) piece'.
'Who told you that?' Bush demanded.
'Larry Flynt, for her stint in Jamaica'[58], she quickly explained.
Bush threw up his hand in apparent disgust at the idea of sex relating to someone with two digits in their age. 'Spare me,' he said.
'That's my job,' Albright said matter-of-factly with a smile of pride. She shooed me away while condescendingly saying, I'll see you tomorrow at the OAS (Organization of American States) office. Now, you run along and go play.' Noting that her nonspecific orders left me unable to determine which way to turn, literally, she aimed me back in the direction of Reagan.
Reagan was dressed in a dark, navy blue suit and red silk tie. His red rosebud[59] boutonniere instantly triggered me into a Jesuit 'Order of the Rose' sex slave mode. 'Well, hello, Kitten,' Reagan said, blowing his cognac breath in my face as he bent over to kiss my hand.
'Uncle Ronnie…' I said, sexually responding as conditioned.
Reagan turned to the man beside him and said, 'Brian, this is one more of those benefits of the New World Order I was telling you about. Kitten, this is Brian Mulroney, Prime Minister of Canada.'
The connotations of my childhood experience with the former Prime Minister' of Canada, Pierre Trudeau, suggested that Mulroney was Jesuit — as did the mode I was operating in. He, too, was wearing a red rose boutonniere signifying his involvement and commitment to the Order of the Rose.
'It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir,' I said as I extended my hand.
'The pleasure is mine,' Mulroney said as he kissed my hand, 'Please, call me Brian.'
'Yes, Sir, Brian,' I responded, my brain still whirling with the NASA designer drugs.
Chuckling but insisient, Mulroney reiterated, 'I am not a Sir'.
