which seemed to accentuate the perversity of his pedophile actions with my daughter that I was forced to watch. His torturous abuse complete, Leahy ordered Kelly and me to follow him downstairs to his 'torture lab',
I had seen and experienced basement 'spy conditioning' torture chambers before both in the U.S. and Mexico, and Leahy's 'torture lab' looked more like a NASA lab. His access to the latest advancements in electronic/drug mind-control technology was consistent with his ability to use it. I was immediately strapped to a cold, chrome and stainless steel table by the two guards. Leahy began reciting, 'Cross your heart and hope to die, Stick a needle in your eye'. A wirey «needle» was pushed slowly into my right eye while Kelly was forced to watch. This entire ordeal was directed for trauma purposes primarily at Kelly since Leahy figured I would be dead soon anyway. 'If you holler, if you cry, Kelly will be the first to die. Pray to God and Bush will hear, because his Eye now has an ear.' Leahy interrupted his poem to explain that I was now a «computer-eyesd» link-up to Bush's Eye in the Sky, with the needle-like «antenna» transmitting every word Kelly spoke. He continued wilh me, 'Each word you speak, each breath you sigh,'Your eye trance-mits to the Eye in the Sky'. Kelly believed it, which locked her into silence. Leahy's secret was safe-for the moment.
While I was literally out of my mind from intense pain, Leahy utilized the opportunity to program me with what he said was financial information to deliver to Byrd. This required no «personality», therefore the shattered fragments Leahy had deliberately shifted me into when raping Kelly would be ideal to «computer-eyes» his message. He told me that my body was a conduit to link him up to the Eye in the Sky, where he was transmitting the information for storage until such time as Byrd accessed it. 'Only the tiniest little prick can access the compuLer-eyesd' storage bank,' Leahy said, laughing at his own double meaning mockery of Byrd's penis size.
This was not the first time Leahy transferred apparently sensitive U.S. Government intelligence information to Byrd through me. I had photographically recorded numbers in my mind's 'computer banks' ever since Leahy prepared me for the task some months before at White Sands Missile Base in New Mexico. It was there in the TOP SECRET mind-control area of the base that Leahy subjected me to extreme tortures and high-tech programming. Combining purposes as usual, Leahy was saying, 'Funding will continue to be approved as long as (mind-control) Projects such as this continue to receive your full attention'. I was treated like a lab animal with no apparent regard for whether I lived or died. I was put in an electrified metal walled and floored cell, referred to by some as the woodpecker grid, which provided inescapable physical torture.
In spite of his tortures, intelligence, high-tech methodism, and sophisticated mind manipulations. Senator Leahy failed to cover his «secrets» — including his sexual abuse of Kelly. He did succeed, however, in causing Kelly and me to be hospitalized from his torturous abuses upon our return to Tennessee. I had suffered excruciating pain and irreparable damage to my right eye, while Kelly psychosomatically suffered respiratory failure due to his extreme traumas. The physical manifestations of the psychological devastation wreaked on us by Senator Leahy failed to raise questions from outsiders as to the cause.
Equally worthy of mention, are numerous other high profile perpetrators that Kelly and I had exposure to over the years. These individuals, in spite of the CIA's «need-to-know» M.O. of maintaining 'the left hand does not know what the right hand is doing,' were in positions to be knowledgeable of Kelly's and my victimizations. All of them accessed our programming either for drug distribution, banking/message delivery, mind-control demonstrations, or, most often, for their perverse sexual gratification.
These too numerous individuals and events are significant chapters in my life who, in the interest of time and space, will be fully exposed in a forthcoming book. Rather than point a finger at these individuals for reasons of «vengeance» (there is none comparable), they must be publicly identified for all our sakes and, above all, for our children's sakes. Therefore, a list of perpe-Traitors has been compiled and strategically distributed for posterity, as well as to prevent these individuals from interfering in any Congressional hearings[75] that should be forthcoming as a result of this exposure.
CHAPTER 31
THE KING AND EYE
Saudi Arabia threaded in and out of most operations in which I was involved, primarily due to their purchase and routing of weapons, drugs, and blond-haired, blue-eyed programmed children. According to George Bush's claims, Saudi Arabia was in essence a controlled financial arm of the United
States. Saudi Arabian King Fahd and his Ambassador to the U.S., Prince Bandar, provided a front for the unconstitutional and criminal covert operations of the U.S. This included the arming of Iraq and the Nicaraguan Contras; U.S. involvement in the Bank of Credit and Commerce International (B.C.C.I.) scandal; and funding of the Black Budget through purchase of our nation's children to be used as sex slaves and camel jockeys. Since the U.S. «won» control of the drug industries through the so-called Drug Wars, Saudi Arabia played an integral role in distribution. It was my experience that Bush's claim of having Saudi Arabian King Fahd as his puppet was, in fact, reality. It was only natural that criminal diplomatic relations with Mexico interface with Saudi Arabia under the circumstances. After all, King Fahd and Mexican President. Miguel de la Madrid were active members of George Bush's elite «Neighborhood» in the New World Order. Before I left Washington, D.C., it, was 'my duty as a (programmed) American Patriot' to participate in initiating the King and Eye branch of Operation Greenbacks for Wetbacks.
While plans were being finalized for a clandestine 3:00 A.M. meeting at L'Enfante Hotel which I would be attending, I was rushed around D.C. gathering last minute messages and information. I had no choice in leaving. Kelly at Bush's Residence Office where Houston had dropped us off earlier in the day for my initial briefing. Congressman Guy VanderJagt was in Bush's office along with Dick Cheney when we arrived. Before taking Kelly upstairs to the residence area, VanderJagt told Bush his story about taking my virginity when I was a small child. He recommended Bush do the same to Kelly before someone else 'beat him to it'. Bush laughed and replied, 'What makes you think I haven't?''
VanderJagt look Kelly by the hand and led her upstairs while Bush and Cheney began giving me my instructions. Bush joked about working 'grave yard' in the «shadows» for 'the White House night shift' of the King and Eye operation. Cheney began my instructions with the usual threat to Kelly's life, and was interrupted by a phone call ordering me over to the White House, The whole time I was gone, I experienced a sensation of panic and dread at having had to leave Kelly at Bush's. Although I could not think to reason, the Shasta experience had left me with an incomprehensible subconscious fear for Kelly's life that was compounded by Cheney's most recent threats. I was apprehensive when I was returned to Bush's house late that evening for completion of my instructions. A party was underway, and I was dismayed to see the place so crowded yet void of children.
As I made my way through the crowd, Cheney saw me and started across the room towards me, I spotted VanderJagt nearby, who had been drinking excessively, and anxiously asked him where Kelly was. He said, 'Upstairs sleeping, George is expecting you'. I wanted desperately to go to Kelly, but Cheney, who was drunk as usual, had reached me by that time.
'Walk this way,' Cheney slurred. He imitated the Oz Scarecrow's walk as he led me through the middle of the crowd to Bush's office. Bush was busy behind his desk, and his tension was apparent. He said, 'Phil Habib is doing a number on his highness' (Fahd's) head, I want you to do a number on his 'dick''.
'Please,' Dick Cheney groaned at the term. 'That means give him a Royal fucking. Wear him out. You're going on a magic carpet ride tonight, little Genie, down through the rabbit hole, through the minor and we'll meet you on the other side.'
'Good. He'd better have a smile on his face when we walk in (to the 3:00 A.M. meeting),' Bush told me as I went out the door. 'If you do your part right, he will.'
I was escorted to L'Enfante Hotel where I was to be prostituted to King Fahd. I had been exposed to him sexually before, but this was my first time with him and his five young girls. Physical likeness characteristics strongly suggested that these Saudi Arabian girls were his own children. Their ages ranged from approximately ten to twenty years old. Indicating Genie-in-the-Bottle programming, of which Fahd was familiar, I bowed and said, 'Your wish is my command', Fahd's first wish was for information, which I told him I would deliver later at the meeting. Fahd «disrobed» as his girls removed my dress. Then they «prepared» me as ordered by 'washing me' with their tongues, while the youngest briefly performed oral sex on him. The girls were ordered aside while I
