CHAPTER 18
IN THE MEANTIME
My life seemed to lead me at an accelerated pace after being subjected to Reagan and Bush. My handler, Alex Houston egotistically claimed it was his and Elemer's (his alter-ego dummy) popularity that kept us traveling so extensively within the country music circuit. When we weren't traveling the Caribbean and Mexico via NCL ships, or driving his cocaine loaded motor home to strategically booked shows across the U.S., we were routinely moving in and out of Washington, D.C. All along the way, my daughter and I were either prostituted, used in commercial pornography, or filmed in Michael Dante's «Chief» bestiality pornography as ordered by Uncle Ronnie Reagan.
Occasionally our travels would take us to Michigan, where Houston made certain we stayed with my family. Trips to my father's house were devastating but informative. My mother had developed deep, psychological scars above and beyond her own MPD condition and became an insomniac. My father by this time was routinely traveling to London, Germany, and Mexico, and taking the family to Florida's Disney World and Washington, D.C. My older brother, Hill, still worked for and with my father, traveled with him annually to «hunt» In Cheney's Greybull, Wyoming lodge, and maintained his wife and three children under trauma-base mind control according to my father's instructions. My brother, Mike, ran a video store to front some of my father's and Uncle Bob Tanis' lucrative porn video business. My sister, Kelli Jo, became a belly dancing contortionist excelling in «gymnastics» since she became 'as flexible as Gumby' according to her prostitution programming. She worked her way through school in children's day-care centers, admittedly spotting, for my father, abused children for potential 'chosen ones' candidates. In 1990 she graduated to open a licensed day-care, 'Little Learners' in Grand Haven, Michigan for my father. My brother, Tom (Beaver), is a Compu-Kids (CIA Project) programmed computer genius. My brother Tim broke his leg (in the same place my mother had broken his leg years before) due to following my father's sports programming above and beyond human capability. And my youngest sister, Kimmy, became hysterically obsessed with 'Mr. Rogers,' expressed immense fear of her huge «electric» doll house that lit up at night to look like the White House, and was under a doctor's care for anorexia by age seven, I look forward to the day I can help them all, and justice is served on my father.
Since I was using parts of my brain I would not have used under normal circumstances, I developed the ability to read backwards as naturally as I could red forwards. Houston tapped into this typically occult-based phenomenon as a means of «scrambling» road signs to promote amnesia of where we were traveling. He further compounded his effort by conditioning me to read phonetically and literally, and alternated his «scrambling» methods. «Zoo» became «ooz» and «ooz» translated to «oz». Arkansas read 'Our Kansas', and Missouri became (and was!) «Misery». East became West, and highway 66 became 99. When I traveled, I «literally» did not consciously know if I were coming or going. If an outsider happened to ask me about where I'd traveled, I mechanically replied, 'The towns all run together and look alike after awhile.'
Commands delivered in the same language twisting manner were natural for me to follow. 'Role with it' was easier for me to become according to Reagan's acting definition than it was to go with the flow by 'rolling with it'. Phrases like Wyoming Senator Alan Simpson's 'In a switch of an «I» (personality)/ 'eye'(hypnotic blink)/ 'i'(the letter), complaint becomes compliant. The parts of my brain I was forced to function with were not conducive to «normal» thinking.
Nor could I have appeared «normal» to outsiders had they cared to see beyond my superficial programmed cover personality, I did have occasion to mix with «outsiders» at the local library where I took Kelly for her books on days when we were not traveling. By age 6, she tested at the 7th grade reading level. I also emerged from my closed environment to tend to Kelly's schooling. She maintained straight As, but her poor attendance record threatened to violate state requirements. Once when the librarian asked where Kelly would be traveling to waive library book due dates, or the teacher inquired as to Kelly's absences, I gave the usual response of, 'the towns all run together and look alike after awhile.' If they pressed for specifics, I ran through a series of religious phrases such as 'praise the Lord', to compensate for my lack of answers. People tended to overlook and accept 'religious fanaticism' personality peculiarities, which combined with my «role» traveling the country music industry, kept outsiders at a distance for years.
My 'religious fanatic' cover personality was cultivated at the Brentwood, Tennessee Lord's Chapel «nondenominational» (Pentecostal) church, through the CIA Operative preacher — Reverend' Billy Roy Moore (who has since fled to Arkansas due to a local murder scandal),
Moore transported cocaine from the Caribbean for the CIA, at least during the Reagan Administration, under the guise of so-called 'missions,'[49] i.e., Christian ministries. It most likely was not the intent of the Christians dedicated to their Caribbean ministries to be used by the CIA and Moore to inadvertently mule drugs into our country. Even CIA agents operating under 'need to know' partial information were denied the full scope of what they were actually participating in. Many seemingly willing participants were manipulated, provided 'justification,' and deliberately misled to believe they were serving their country, rather than destroying it from the inside out.
'Pastor' Moore combined his knowledge of Kelly's and my programming keys, codes, and triggers with his use of metaphorical language to maintain and/or direct our mode of operation. Moore's «following» consisted primarily of government mind-controlled slaves and handlers, including the Mandrells. Jack Greene and his slave, the Oak Ridge Boys, and others. He instructed us on how to vote, which political issues lo support, and to follow other «religious» political leaders such as his and Manuel Noriega's friend, evangelist Jimmy Swaggart. 'Religious counseling' from Moore equaled to maintaining mind-control programming through 'God's Orders', And 'God's Orders' often came by telephone,
Houston constantly prostituted Kelly to anyone 'in the loop' who was willing to pay. When she wasn't being prostituted, she was being filmed pornographically. By 1984, Michael Dante routinely filmed Kelly in pornography, since kiddie porn was as lucrative as bestiality. He filmed Kelly and me in Las Vegas, Nevada and various other locations throughout the Caribbean, California, Florida, Tennessee, and in my home state of Michigan.
This created professional conflict with long lime kiddie pornographers formerly associated with Houston. Houston's close friend in Waycross, Georgia, pedophile Jimmy Walker, managed the Okefenokee Swamp Park and had participated in black budget funding operations for years on both the cocaine and pornography levels. His counterpart, Dick Flood, refused to participate to any more pornography after Dante came on the scene. Even the Huntsville, Alabama NASA/DIA/CIA-appointed 'law enforcement' officers could rarely succeed in their bidding for Kelly's video taped performances unless directly ordered by Senator Byrd. Dante considered himself her future owner as well as mine, and maintained control of our porn «business» ventures through serious U.S. Government and international Mafia methodisms/connections.
Jimmy Walker, the same photographer who had taken pornographic 'wedding night' pictures for Larry Flynt, recently had other photographs of me published in Hustler. When Dante found out, he was furious. Larry Flynt and Dante both worked for the CIA, had Vatican and Mafia connections, and deliberately appealed to Reagan's perversions using project Monarch Mind-Controlled slaves. What Flynt could not «legally» publish, Dante ran through the underground. Flynt and Dante lived on oposite coasts, which, despite their similarities, still was not far enough apart to sooth their differences. Waving his hands in dramatic Italian gestures. Dante furiously spouted a string of obscenities over Flynt's publishing photos of what he deemed 'his property', Accusing Flynt of going to extremes to gain favor/protection from the government, Dante shouted, 'He's a bigger whore than the girls he promotes!'
Michael Dante's pornographic filming abilities served several purposes. Aside from producing porn according to Reagan's own (well known) perversions and instructions, Dante was present during many key international government «gatherings». Oftentimes when I and others were prostituted to various government (New World Order) leaders, Dante had hidden cameras filming perverse sexual acts apparently for future blackmail leverage. These videos were scandalous in proportion and were usually ordered by Reagan. Dante turned the videos over to Reagan, and covertly kept copies to protect himself. Dante converted a small room of his Beverly Hills mansion into a security vault, where he kept his personal copies of the international blackmail porn tapes there.
Among these internationally scandalous tapes are numerous videos covertly produced at the supposedly
