would have switched personalities autogenically, whereas I could only switch upon command, I backed away, dazed, right into a soft drink machine. Kristopherson saw me as I backed further between the wall and the machine.
'What are you doing in there, little lady?' Kristopherson asked. The Colonel wants to see you,'
Aquino had walked over and sarcastically asked, 'What are you doing in those machine wires? That could very well be a shocking experience for you.' All experiences with Aquino or Kristopherson resulted in high voltage electric shock torture, and apparently neither had any regard for human life[29] . Aquino used the opportunity to reinforce his belief that I 'had no where to run, no where to hide' from his 'power'- his stun gun.
While I untangled myself from the wires, Kristopherson and Aquino continued their banter at my expense, Kristopherson held up his key ring and jingled it, catching my undivided attention as conditioned, while he told Aquino, 'You're gonna need the Keys to the Kingdom to work with this one right here.'
'Keys to the Kingdom,' of course, referred to my previously instilled (Enter/Inter)'Inner-dimensional' Catholic programmed personalities. Since Aquino was my primary mind-control programmer at the time, Kristopherson was informing Aquino of programs previously instilled in childhood via the 'Rite to Remain Silent'. By jingling the keys, he was demonstrating his control over me and his momentary edge on Aquino.
'I got 'em,' Kristopherson was saying as he jingled the keys. 'She's mine unless you wanna play ball. Besides, you have to. The Byrd sent me.'
'I've been expecting you,' Aquino said with a smile. Events later that night proved that Aquino had been supplied the keys to my previously established Jesuit based programming, which he and Byrd used and altered to suit their own perversions.
Byrd monitored all of my programming 'progress,' and often tortured me with his whip and pocketknife. He picked up where my mother left off, to destroy any self-esteem I might have inadvertently developed. He said, 'There is no place for you to turn because if you could think to talk no one would ever believe I would have anything to do with the likes of you.' He often threatened me that I was considered «disposable» because, after all, 'The first Presidential Model, Marilyn Monroe, was killed right in front of the public eye and no one knew what happened.'
Byrd's threats and cruelty were unnecessary as I could no longer think to seek help anyway, but he loved to hear himself talk and would often drone on and on and on in his infamous long-winded recitations, while I was photographically recording every word he said. He detailed the inner operational structure of the world domination effort, including psychological warfare strategies, and explained how he had and would utilize his «expert» knowledge of the Constitution to manipulate it and the so-called U.S. Justice System, and more. His loose lips provided me yet another means of surviving and staying a step ahead of 'the game' once Kelly and I were rescued from our mind-con trolled existence.
Senator Byrd revealed his «justifications» for criminal activity to me as well. He used me as a sounding board even though he knew I was incapable of input or response. He rehearsed in keeping with his motto 'The only way we can fail, is to fail to think of an excuse.'
Byrd «justified» mind-control atrocities as a means of thrusting mankind into accelerated evolution, according to the Neo-Nazi principles to which he adhered. He «justified» manipulating mankind's religion to bring about the prophesied biblical 'world peace' through the 'only means available' — total mind control in the New World Order 'After all,' he proclaimed, 'even the Pope and Mormon Prophet know this is the only way to peace and they cooperate fully with The Project.'
Byrd also «justified» my victimization by saying, 'You lost your mind anyway, and at least you have destiny and purpose now that it's mine.' Our country's involvement in drug distribution, pornography, and white slavery was justified' as a means of 'gaining control of all illegal activities world wide' to fund Black Budget covert activity that would 'bring about world peace through world dominance and total control'. He adhered to the belief that '95 % of the (world's) people WANT to be led by the 5 %', and claimed this can be proven because 'the 95 % DO NOT WANT TO KNOW what really goes on in government'. Byrd believed that in order for this world to survive, mankind must take a 'giant step in evolution through creating a superior race'. To create this 'superior race,' Byrd believed in the Nazi and KKK principles of 'annihilation of underprivileged races and cultures' through genocide, to alter genetics and breed 'the more gifted-the blondes of this world'.
As Byrd's captive audience (literally), I absorbed information that the other so-called masterminds behind the New World Order would never have revealed for security reasons. But Byrd regarded me as «his» object, a game-piece that he could strategically move through life as though he were playing a chess game. He perceived me as totally under his control with no possibility of my ever being rescued, surviving, and recovering my mind and memory. Byrd likely would have talked to a post, and I filled the role as his silent sounding board.
My CIA Operative mind-control handler, Alex Houston was often scheduled to perform at the Swiss Villa Amphitheatre in Lampe, Missouri, which is yet another installation where I was programmed. Swiss Villa was a cover for a CIA Near Death Trauma Center of which there are several across the country. It is a remote, high security resort, enclosed with military barbed wire fences, that swings its guarded gate open to the local public for country music concerts. The small Amphitheatre covers the covert activities occurring inside, which includes U.S. Government CIA cocaine and heroin distribution operations and mind-control projects.
Swiss Villa, like the Mount Shasta, California compound, was also used as a training and operations camp for the Shadow Government's paramilitary projects referred to by Senator Tnouye (D. HI). I learned that this not- so-secret military buildup, sanctioned by corrupt members of our government, consisted of special forces trained robotic soldiers, numerous black unmarked helicopters, and the highest technological advancements in TOP SECRET weaponry and 'Star Wars' electro magnetic mind-control equipment. These paramilitary compounds were intended for global policing of the New World Order through the Multi-Jurisdictional Police Force.
'A Most Dangerous Game' was often played at Swiss Villa and involved CIA agents, politicians, and others who would attend the resort just for the sport of hunting humans. Kelly and I both were hunted at Swiss Villa. The tortures and rape after being caught were extensive and sufficiently traumatized our minds for ensuing programming, as well as for creating memory compartmentalization for the high level operations we witnessed behind the villa's patrolled fences. It was at Swiss Villa that I was taught 'THE Most Dangerous Game' was one where a slave tried to escape and reveal what he or she had learned. If the hunters could not catch and stop the slave, then the black helicopters patrolling the area would. And if all else failed, the 'Eye in the Sky' would locate him or her, and a torturous death was supposedly imminent.
According to my abusers, my deprograminer and primary advocate Mark Phillips and I have embarked on 'THE Most Dangerous Game' through efforts such as releasing this book and turning a spotlight on the Shadow Government to reveal its members' identities and their crimes against humanity, Mark Phillips and I are determined to beat them at their own «game» by arming the '95 %' with the truth that perpetrators 'don't want them to know!'
CHAPTER 8
CIA'S WAR ON DRUGS OPERATION: ELIMINATING COMPETITION
I no longer had any mind of my own. I was absolutely void of free will and was now totally robotic. So was Kelly, We wore our Charm School smile at all times, and did exactly what we were told to do. The only characteristic noticeably out of place was Kelly's age-inappropriate programmed vocabulary and mannerisms. Outsiders attributed this to her traveling within the country music industry. My public image was a programmed personality that always smiled, looked and talked like the proverbial «air-head» blonde that kept outsiders away by socializing only within my controlled environment. This lifestyle appeared quite normal for my role as Houston's much younger «wife» in the country music industry.
When we were not traveling, I began each day at 4:00 A.M. with a minimum of 2 hours aerobic exercise. Afterward, I tended farm animals and did other chores, then cooked Houston a large country breakfast which neither Kelly or I were permitted to share. Houston would then order me to work to exhaustion on his 100-acre farm while he watched. These chores included hauling, stacking, and feeding out hundreds of bales of hay to our livestock each year; maintaining miles of electric fencing; cutting acres of grass with a push mower an average of
