Lamar Alexander began removing his pants. Referring to me in Project Monarch terms he said, 'When I first saw you, you were a worm with no hint of being a butterfly.'
'Daddy (Alex Houston) said she was a diamond in the rough,' Bonnie volunteered,
'She shines now'. Turning to me he said, 'I know you are a shoe shiner, and mine need a shine.'
Bonnie, also familiar with the Stockyard booth and Lamar Alexander's meaning, laughed when he said, 'Why don't you both take a foot.'
Task complete, I went to Byrd's nearby room as instructed. He was in the bathroom preparing himself for bed, 'Louise had her feathers fuffled over Barbara's collision with destiny and I had to smooth them down a bit,' Drying his dough grey hands on a towel, he turned to me and said, 'Looks lite you've had your wings spread a bit tonight.'
'I wore a path up and down the stairs,' I stated.
Much to my relief he said, 'I'm not going to fiddle with you farther. I just wanted to give you something to remember me by-Bye.' He compartmentalized my memory with his stun gun.
Soon thereafter, Kelly and I were transported to Mackinac Island. Michigan to meet with Canadian Prime Minister Brian Mulroney at then-Governor James Blanchard's mansion.
Houston led Kelly and me to a horse drawn carriage as quickly as we stepped off the ferryboat onto the timeless, antiquated island, I noticed that the Canadian flags were again flying at the Grand Hotel, but was of no mind to question, Kelly sat quietly beside me, apparently drugged as our carriage took us through the woods to the Governor's mansion.
The guests in the mansion were reminiscent of the recent Tennessee Governor's convention: Michigan Governor Blanchard, Ohio Governor Dick Celeste, and Pennsylvania Governor Dick Thornburgh. Guy VanderJagt and Jerry Ford were also present. Mulroney appeared to be the guest of 'honor'.
He reached out his hands and greeted me, 'I told you I would see you somewhere in time! I slipped time, space, and distance to be here this evening. You and I have some ground to cover.'
'Yes, Sir. President Reagan's Global Education Secretary Bill Bennett has sent me to deliver this education packet directly to you.' I was to deliver a large, brown envelope of documents similar to those handed out at the Governor's Convention.
Blanchard excused himself. 'I've already heard the schpiel,' he said as he turned to his other guests, leaving Mulroney and me alone,
'Global Education is the wave of the future,' I recited as programmed. As the world gets smaller and smaller due to higher technology spanning the globe, our children must be educated in the ways of the world. Education as it is, barely equips them for life in their own backyard. We need to become involved in our children's education for the sake of their future and our legacy. Global education is the way. The only way, Look into it…' I handed him the envelope. '…Peer into the future.'
Mulroney uncrossed his arms long enough to accept the envelope, which he casually tossed on a chair. 'I am interested in the children, the legacy we leave them, and how we shape their future by the way we record our history in their test.' Using Order of the Rose cues, he signalled me to photographically record his words for future delivery. 'Tell Mr. Bennett(sss),' he hissed, cryptically revealing his knowledge that Bill and Bob Bennett worked together using reptilian-alien themes, 'implementation is high. I'm already sold on Global 2000 and have additional points I would like for them to consider. Headsets at every computer station for openers. Double the impact with dual learning. We're being thrust forward at warp speed, and the generations of the future may need an added booster to bring them up to speed. A united global effort using your education package as a basis is destined to bring the future into a clear and present reality.'
Business complete, Mulroney triggered my sex programming and led me upstairs to the bedrooms where Kelly was robotically waiting, entranced under Orders of the Rose,
CHAPTER 22
MY CONTRA-BUTION
U.S. and Mexican relations were flourishing in the successes of NAFTA's groundwork, while polictical differences pertaining to Nicaragua remained a minor point of contention. Since the Catholic Vatican's Intelligence arm of Jesuits were working closely wilh U.S. Intelligence to usher in the New World Order, they used their established influence in Mexico and Nicaragua to provide a common ground for 'diplomatic relations'. My dual mind-control victi-mazation by the ClA and the Jesuits since childhood, and my previous 'diplomatic relations' in Mexico thrust me into the role of messenger and prostitute to Nicaragua's Daniel Oriega.
Were President Reagan's Nicaraguan Freedom Fighters fighters OF freedom or FOR freedom? My mind- controlled existence rendered me incapable of pondering such questions. Nevertheless, I had a programmed 'passion burning in my bosom' for the Contras as was patriotically instilled through torture, when I embarked on my 'peacekeeping mission' to Nicaragua for Reagan tale in the summer of 1985,
I boarded NCL as usual to reach my appointed destination. Since Nicaragua was not a port of call for NCL, I flew from the Yukatan of Mexico to a remote military airstrip in Managua. It was in this small mountain top clearing that I met with Commandant Daniel Ortega, as had been arranged through the Vatican.
I was dressed seasonably in shorts, with my long blond hair lucked hack in a French braid. Onega's attire, too, was reflective of the casual air to meeting. His tan, military uniform had worn thin, and was free of any protocol insignias. The dark, rose-colored sunglasses he peered through apparently had not changes his somber view of the 'noble cause' he claimed to represent. A man of few words, he greeted me with an order, 'Come with me.' I rode wilh him in silence as he drove a jeep the short distance across the airstrip to a small, near, two story, white, frame house.
As we came to a stop in front of the house, Ortega said In a sad, slow voice. 'I have needs like any man. But I feel like a whore myself for accepting your President's offer.'
His bedroom was clean and functional, with numerous assault weapons scattered around, I did not see any modern conveniences or personal effects, but Ortega seemed to be at home in his surroundings.
Ortega's demeanor was that of a man who bad abstained from sex longer than most in bis politcal position. As he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, I noticed a Catholic medallion with the secret Jesuit ascension/descesion symbol on it, a common accessory among Jesuit spooks. He sat in wicker chair as I followed his silent lead in gratifying him orally.
While he chain smoked cigarettes, I sat in front of him on the floor, and relayed Reagan's message to him as programmed. I began. 'President Reagan has sent me as a messenger of peace.'
He casually interrupted. slowly looking me up and down. 'I'd like to have a piece in a few more minutes.'
I continued, 'Your people have endured many hardships Throughout their existence. He (Reagan) only wants to help. The American people want to see peace and freedom in your land. Mexican and U.S. relations are growing stronger by the day, and it is imperative that we resolve your conflict in order to resolve our own with the Mexican government We have come to the agreement with Mexico that the Nicaraguan conflict must be resolved for the sake of your people as well as our own, I am here on a peacekeeping mission representative of Vatican- based common ground shared by both Mexican and American governments, to enlighten you to our peaceful intentions. The unified effort of Mexican-American Catholic missions is to promote peace in your region, while only enhancing your culture. The world is rapidly turning toward world peace, and Nicaragua is way behind the times — from technology and education to government ideals and religious convictions. Pope John Paul is praying diligently for peace in your region, and has joined forces with President Reagan, Mexico, and even the Soviet Union to ensure that peace. He (the Pope) knows your goals, he knows your motives (I leaned forward, almost whispering from my own instilled belief), he knows your soul. We can all work in tandem to achieve that peace. Nicaragua, small though it may be in relation to the rest of the world, is a significant stepping stone toward unifying world powers. It can no longer be a source of contention and disagreement. Your people must be free. Free to worship God through your holy Catholic church. That is first and foremost on President Reagan's agenda, as well as the Pope's and President de la Madrid's. A New World Order is coming into being with or without you; it is an inevitable process that cannot be stopped. A whole new world of peace awaits us all. I can see you are a peace-