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Government Sponsored Pedophilia/Satanic Ritual Abuse (SRA) in good ole USA! Jesuit-Papal Nazi Mind Science Transplanted to America…
Perhaps some of the more surprising things about the book is the people mentioned who are involved. That would include Kris Kristofferson, Loretta Lynn, Barbara Mandrell, politician James Trafficante, Prince Bandar, Pierre Trudeau, Arlen Spector, Bill Bennett, Bob Bennett, Lee Greenwood, Country singers Wayne Cox, (He demanded she become a mormon), Merle Haggard, Jimmy Buffet, (wasting away in margaritaville), Alex Houston and Charley Pride etc. Robert Byrd a nazi was especially enraged when he heard that Kathy O’Brien was prostituted out to black country singer Charley Pride a CIA operative. He beat Kathy O’Brien Unmercifully when he found out as if it were her fault. Kathy O’Brien indicated that Robert Byrd had an unusually small penis which she was grateful of as it did not almost choke her to death like some of the other demons, which left her throat raw and almost unable to swallow. She was reduced to 300 calories a day and that included semen. All the while working on Alex Houston’s farm cutting grass and pouring cement etc. Musician Wayne Cox liked to shoot hobos, cut off their hands and enclose them in ceramic for his “friends.” Jim Jones was his hero.
I dream of Jeannie, The Brady Bunch and Bewitched were shows they were forced to watch. A favorite phrase used around her was never ask what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country. At times a small flag was placed in her anus and she was told to wave it.
Stories of the dungeon and bestiality were especially disturbing. She was chained in a rack and in the next cell over was a goat named satan, a small white pony, various dogs and snakes.
This went on at various catholic schools and colleges, national guard armories, military bases etc around the country. Disney has programming facilities and key words in the their various looney cartoons (wish a upon a star and over the rainbow) and the victim was once sent to Harvard for a “tuneup”. Molestion went on in catholic confessionals where she was once told “I hear you are good cath-lick. Muskegon catholic parochial school is mentioned. Children were worked on during the day and father Vesbit was known as fuzzbut as the children were aware of large amounts of hair on his posterior.
Tranceformation of America – Cathy O’Brien & Mark Phillips (de-programmer)
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fr: Tranceformation of America – Cathy O’Brien: “…sex slaves were not routinely permitted in the Underground for security reasons, leaving the lounge’s small stage as the only source of “entertainment”. This entertainment ranged from would-be talents such as Lee Atwater, Bill Clinton, and George Bush, to CIA Operative entertainers such as Boxcar Willie and Lee Greenwood. On one occasion I was instructed to meet with former President Gerald Ford in the Underground where Lee Atwater was picking and singing. As I walked through the smoke-filled room to Ford’s table, Atwater interrupted his song to cryptically acknowledge my unwelcome presence by singing choruses of “Over the Rainbow”[Sen. Robert Byrd, Chrmn Senate Appropriation Committee, Cathy’s OWNER] and Byrd’s song for me “Country Roads” while emphasizing the lines of “Almost heaven, West Virginia”.
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Fr: Tranceformation of America – Cathy O’Brien “A Most Dangerous Game”
Hyper from drugs, Cheney and Bush were eager to hunt their human prey in “A Most Dangerous Game”. They greeted me with the rules of the game, ordered me to strip naked despite the cold December winds, and told me in Oz cryptic to “beware of the lions and tigers and bears”. Kelly’s life became the stakes, as usual, which resurrected my natural and exaggerated programmed maternal instincts. Tears silently ran down my cheeks as Bush told me, “If we catch you, Kelly’s mine. So run, run as fast as you can. I’ll get you and your little girl, too, because I can, I can, I can. And I will.” Cheney, daring me to respond, asked, “Any questions?” I said, “There’s no place to run because there’s a fence—the kind I can’t get over. I saw it”– Rather than physically assault me. Cheney laughed at my sense of “no where to run, no where to hide and explained that a bear had torn a hole in the fence somewhere, and all I had to do is find it. He lowered his rifle to my head and said, “Let the games begin. Go.”Wearing only my tennis shoes, I ran through the trees as fast and as far as I could, which wasn’t very far at all. Bush was using his bird dog to track me, the same one that had recently been used with me in bestiality filming as a “Byrd-dog” joke on my owner, Robert C. Byrd.
When caught, Cheney held his gun to my head again as he stood over me, looking warm in his sheepskin coat. Bush ordered me to take his dog sexually while they watched, then he and Cheney ushered me back to their cabin. I pulled on my clothes and sat in the office part of the cabin awaiting instructions. I had no idea where Kelly was, nor do I in retrospect. Bush and Cheney were still in their hunting clothes when the programming session began. Bush said, “You and I are about to embark on A Most Dangerous Game of diplomatic relations. This is my game. You will follow my rules. 1 will have the distinct advantage of hunting you with my Eye in the Sky (satellite). I’ll watch every move you make. As long as you play the game by my rules and make no mistakes, you live. One mistake and I’ll get you, my pretty, and your little girl, too.[substituting “and your little dog too” — Wiz of Oz “fear-based coding” trigger]
You die, and Kelly will have to play with me. I prefer it that way. Then it will be her Most Dangerous Game. The cards are stacked in my favor because, well, it is my game! Are you game?” There was no choice. I responded as conditioned, “Yes, Sir! I’m game.” The parallels to The Most Dangerous Game that had just occurred in the woods were deliberate and intended to make retrieval of memory “impossible” due to crypto amnesia scrambling. “Good. Then let the games begin. Listen carefully to your instructions. You have no room for error.”
Cheney flipped his “game timer”—an hourglass. Bush continued, “This game is called the King and Eye, and here’s the deal. You will be establishing stronger diplomatic relations according to order between Mexico, the U.S., and the Middle East. Your role will require a change of face at each new place. I’ll chart your course, define your role, and pull your strings. You’ll speak my words when I pull your strings. There is no room for error,” Cheney was half lying across the plain, military issue style desk in an apparent drug stupor as Bush talked. Still wearing his hunting coat and hat, Cheney aimed his rifle at me from the desk and threatened, “Or a-hunting we will go.” Bush finished Cheney’s threat by singing, “We’ll catch a fox and put her in a box and lower her in a hole.”
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Chap.10, “Commander” Dick Cheney & Reagan’s “Hands On Mind-Control Demonstrations”
“I was attending another White House cocktail party where, as usual, I was taken aside for a meeting and escorted to a large office. There, Reagan and Cheney were having their “before cocktail party” cognacs, and Reagan’s cheeks were already flushed. He was in a hurry and quickly explained the purpose of the meeting,
“You’re the kind of girl who could hold a man in line. (He was cryptically referring to the lines of military personnel I was forced to have sex with.) That’s why I’ve selected you to tour a few Air Force Bases with the[Lt.] Colonel [Michael](Aquino) and demonstrate for our boys in the service what a Presidential Model is trained for, a kind of ‘hands on’ demonstration. But you’ll have to audition for the role.” Reagan drained his glass and gestured toward Cheney as he strode for the door, adding, “Do what he says. He’s your commander.” It had been eight years since I had been unted and brutalized by Cheney in Wyoming, and apparently he wanted to see how my programming had progressed before agreeing to use me in Reagan’s “Hands-On Mind-Control Demonstrations”. He grabbed me roughly by the hair and slung me onto a black leather chair, tipping my head backwards over the high studded arm.
“Audition here,” he snarled. Since I last saw him, I had undergone Wizard Of Oz Tin Man programming, which he accessed to accommodate his large, thick penis. He placed his hands on my jaw while he said, “Soon we’ll have you purring like a well oiled machine. All of your moving parts are pivotal and gliding with ease. Melt into my hands. I’ll hold your jaw to keep it from slipping while you slip through a window in lime.” He then jerked my jaw out of joint, and roughly gratified himself in my throat. As he lit his cigarette, I slowly regained focus enough to realize I was in pain. The back of my head hurt from being thrust into the studs on the chair, and I slowly lifted my head.
My owner, Senator [Robert]Byrd, had just walked in and realized Cheney had already completed the “audition“. Referring to compartmentalizing my memory via stun gun high voltage, Byrd asked, “Did you fry her?” Cheney, ‘cocksure’ of himself as always, answered. “She can’t have fucked all of Washington” (indicating that no one would believe me anyway, even if I did reach this point and talk). Cheney put out his cigarette and said as he went out the door, “She’ll work. Tell Ronnie she’ll work.” When Byrd saw that my lips were bleeding, he called Cheney a “son of a bitch” under his breath, as this damage would prevent my fulfilling other assignments that were planned for me. Byrd touched his finger to my swollen lips and tasted the blood (and Cheney) several times. Then he slapped me hard across the face, which re-aligned my jaw but caused more blood to flow down my chin.”
Is there any wonder why Reagan’s own daughter will not speak to him?
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fr: Chap.12 , Operation Carrier Pigeon
“…I first began delivering messages between my “owner” Senator Byrd and Puerto Rican drug lord and CIA operative, Jose Busto. [Alex] Houston had simply explained to me then, as we fed the flock of pigeons roosting at the Old San Juan Cathedral, that Pigeons were used as messengers. The DIA’s U.S. Army Lt. Colonel Michael Aquino often activated my Pigeon programming during the Hands-On Mind-Control demonstrations. Dick Cheney further defined the term “Pigeon” when I learned of Operation Carrier Pigeon in the mid ’80s. He said, “You have been selected from the flock (of programmed slaves) for the Carrier Pigeon Operation for the purpose of carrying messages from point A to point B as ordered. Pigeons, once they fly the coop, find no freedom in flight, but carry out their task of delivering their message from point A to point B by the shortest possible route—a direct route. I will direct your route and you will deliver messages as ordered.”But no one defined my role as a Pigeon more eloquently that President Reagan during the course of Operation Carrier Pigeon.
The cryptic “pigeon language” utilized by all participants in the operation was intermixed with The Wizard of Oz, Alice in Wonderland, and “Genie in the Bottle” cryptic programming themes. While Pigeon meant messenger, “Carrier Pigeon” referred to the U.S. Air Force aircraft that actually transported the arms and drugs. “Pigeon Droppings” included the sometimes multi-national dispersal of the arms and drugs after they reached their destination. “Pigeon. Holing” meant covering up the criminal activity. These definitions, as I understood them then and understand them now, may well include deeper, more diverse meanings than I have perceived. Habit’s favorite programming theme was Alice in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass due to its international recognition and relation to the ultra effective NASA mirror, time, and infinity space programs for instantly dissociating programmed participants. He habitually spoke in Alice In Wonderland cryptic language, and even used it for sex as was evidenced by his Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum brutal games of perversion. Due to Habit’s orchestration of Operation Carrier Pigeon, this CIA covert operation was littered with Wonderland mirror themes from beginning to end.
My CIA handler, Alex Houston had just returned from a brief solo trip “to Florida” with an elaborately wrapped box. “It’s from a friend of yours,” he told me as he handed me the box. “Let’s go into the bedroom so you can unwrap it and see it through the “Looking Class’.” Cryptically triggered, I mechanically walked to the bedroom as ordered. I removed the silver metallic bow and wrappings from the box and found an expensive, elegant dress made of an unusual shimmery silver fabric. A sheet of plain white stationary written in Philip Habit’s recognizable shaded blue script lay on top of the dress. It read: The heat you radiated when we last met melted my mirror. I had it made into a dress just for you, cut to accentuate your figure so that when you melt into it, you lose yourself into the pool of liquid mirror. Step into the Looking Glass Sink deep within its pool and straddle dimensions in time. I’ll see you there… along with my friends. It was signed: “Passionately, Phil Habib,” with his name written upside down under a line as though it were a mirror reflection. Houston knew there would be a note, and ordered “Let me see your note,” snatching it from my hands. He gestured toward the dress. “Go ahead and try it on while I read this note. Now let’s see, what does it say? ‘Come to Poppa’?” I took the dress from the box. It did not feel like anything I’d ever felt before. It was cold like satin, but thin like silk. I started crying quietly, afraid that Habib would somehow show up if I had it on. “Put it on and I’ll zip you in,” Houston said as he took another note from his wallet and read it as I undressed: There’s a pair of magic shoes to wear with your dress, Something in-lightening, to transport you faster than the ol’ ruby slippers (Oz) The shoes, like the dress, are made just for you, and when you wear them you’ll be fit for a King, I’ll send them for you at the appropriate lime. Houston tucked the note back in his wallet, “See. You’re not going anywhere now. You’ll meet him at the White House when you have shoes to wear with it. Just slip it on.” I did.
Houston accessed Habib’s Wonderland brutal sex programming for his own gratification. Afterwards I hung the dress in Kelly’s closet with my other trigger-significant clothes; out of sight, out of mind. Until the shoes arrived…Habib “sent the shoes for me” soon afterward. They were shiny black with what appeared to be silver lightning bolts down the high heels and sides. In place of dinner that night, Houston gave me a “Wonderland Wafer” (MDHMAXTC CIA designer drug “Ecstasy”).The wafer, like all those supplied by Habib, bore his trademark that read “Eat me”. I began to prepare for the night out as instructed. Houston zipped me into the dress, and turned me to face the mirror. As I slipped into the shoes, Houston took another note from Habib out of his pocket and read: Something in-lightening to transport you faster than the ol’ ruby slippers. Click your heels together (I obeyed) and be there in a snap. Electrifying-with the rumble of thunder. Boiling through time so you won’t be late for a very important date. Houston hit me with his stun gun and I passed out.
He then drove me to the Nashville airport where I boarded a small plane to Washington, D.C. I found myself at the White House with Byrd, attending another small cocktail party of about 20-30 people. After we spoke with Reagan, Byrd pointed me in the direction of Philip Habib and sent me over to him. My eyes were locked on Habib’s as he hypnotically said: Melt into your melted mirror for an electrifying ride. Look deep into the black of my melting mirror eyes,See you reflecting me, reflecting you, reflecting me–you-me–you-me until we melt together and sink deep into the other side. Habib took me to a quieter spot in an adjoining room and held up another wonderland Wafer as he said in Alice in Wonderland cryptic, “Welcome to Wonderland, Kitten. This is a very important date. I haven’t time to explain. He gave me the wafer and continued, “Eat it, and I’ll take you through the door.” Habib took me by the hand and led me to the doorway of another room. It was a dining room of sorts where an informal array of guests was gathered. As soon as Habib appeared in the doorway, King Fahd of Saudi Arabia quickly excused himself from the table and approached. He was wearing a multicolored robe and headwear with a black-brown rope band. I was instantly repulsed by his “wicked” lecherous gaze; I stepped back into the other room in fear. Habib introduced him. “This is one of ‘my friends’ I mentioned in my letter.” I robotically responded, “It’s a pleasure to meet you” and extended my hand as taught in Charm School.
Fahd bent over to kiss my hand. As he did, his evil black eyes bore into mine as he softly said, “Your beauty warms my embers. See them glowing deep within the darkness of my eyes-igniting into flame-black flame.” He laughed wickedly at the effect of his use of NASA hypnotic conditioning, Habib slapped him on the shoulder as though they knew each other well and there were no formalities between them and asked, “Am I right? Is that fit for a King?”‘ The three of us went into another room that appeared to be a guest bedroom that Habib was occupying. He closed the door and told me, “Diplomatic relations are very important. You know the old saying ‘when in Rome do as Romans do’. Well, he’s a King. Get on your knees. His wish is your command. Satisfy his deepest wishes. It’s your turn for a magic carpet ride, so turn your Genie free.” Fahd was sitting in a chair by a coffee table. As I knelt on the carpet in front of him, his piercing black eyes seemed to stab into my brain like swords. I could not turn away. He stroked my neck with his index finger, activating oral sex programming. “I have heard about you and am in-tent on having you.” Somehow he found the slit in his robes and parted it as he continued, “Come into my tent- A feast has been spread for you.” He spread his legs and exposed his penis—one of the nastiest I had ever seen—like a black night crawler worm that smelled and tasted strongly of spice.
Habib watched as I carried out my orders, much to the pleasure of Fahd. Then Habib went to the chest of drawers and began pulling out his electric prod and bondage equipment as he explained. “Now let me introduce you to my other ‘friend’. I need to bottle up a message with your Genie and send it out toSea. You know what to do. Begin undressing now.” I did as I was told and lay on my stomach on the bed while Habib sodomized me. He used his electric prod equipment and programmed me with a message to deliver to General Manuel Noriega while on an upcoming NCL cruise.
I was at sea on board an NCL cruise ship bound for their private island in the Bahamas, Stirrup Cay, which was to be my rendezvous point with Noriega, “Bottled up” in my mind through the recent ‘Genie in the Bottle’ programming, was a cryptic message from King Fahd to Noriega. It was a moonless night whereby the Caribbean waters appeared as black as the night. I could not distinguish the sky from the sea in accordance with NASA hypnotic conditioning. T gazed, totally entranced, from the rear of the cruise ship. Houston used the opportunity to hypnotically enhance Habib’s previous programming, while traumatizing me with the threat of being thrown overboard. The thought of “treading water in the inky blackness while the lights of the ship fade further-and further–away-until all is black and I sink-to the depths of the sea” did not seem so horrible in light of the fact that I was to be the bearer of bad news to Noriega in the morning…”
Thanks For The Memories – Brice Taylor
“George HW Bush, Sr. was /is a pedophile and Kelly [Brice’s underage daughter] was created to be a “bush baby”…It was difficult to carry on small talk with Mrs Bush while my child was being raped.”
This freak pimped his own five year old daughter to the team
MAFIA-connected REAGAN into SNUFF FILMS, BEASTIALITY PORN, JELLY BEANS
Of course he was also responsible for the genocide of 200,000 Mayan indians in Guatemala, by his ally Israeli general Rios Monte.
Paul Craig “Washington” Roberts was part of his administration. Quite a few “alternative” sites still quote Roberts as some kind of political guru. Yeah that is the ticket.
You can see the hidden hand from his website. He is probably a Stalin/Washington fan.
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ITK7: Bob Hope was a foreign agent of the British Empire (British Knight; MI6) and Papal Knight (servant of the Jesuits Black Pope & Papacy); This degenerate pedophile was completely above ANY U.S. law or Constitutionality w/ full diplomatic immunity and afforded full military attache; Bob Hope was virtually untouchable w/ above top secret security clearances. This gave him perfect cover to shuttle Monarch Slaves from base to base, nation to nation, under full military escort with little or no interference from domestic or foreign press, since all U.S.O. activity is under aegis of National Security Agency (NSA) & Dept. of Defense (DOD). Far beyond an ambassador, Bob Hope operated above State Department levels, having direct access to the Dir. of CIA (DCI), Pentagon, White House & POTUS. Six civilian orgs combined to produce this traveling horror show: Salvation Army, YMCA, YWCA, Natl Catholic Comm. Service, Natl. Travelers Aid Assoc. & Natl. Jewish Welfare Board — Zionists, Jesuits, SMOM Knights, Masons, Rosicrucians, pedophiles and satanists united! 1st national campaign Chrmn was Thomas Dewey, second was GMT financier Prescott Bush (Managing Dir. Brown Bros. Harriman (BBH) Bob Hope was a sadistic Monarch Mind Control Prog’mr who worked hand-in-hand w/ Heinz (Henry) Kissinger to procure children for high level pedophiles, for blackmail of military-gov’t officials and others, as performers in black market porn (bestiality, necrophilia, snuff films etc.) Hope played host to private orgies w/military and political leadership, Hollywood/Music Industry execs — ALWAYS involving children along w/rampant drug use, facilitating torture (rape, sodomy) and other heinous acts. Bob Hope (MI6 agent/Papal Knight) & Henry Kissinger (American diplomat/MK-Ultra Prog’mr) SPLITTING A CHILD’S BRAIN TO SHARE…A BRAIN PROGRAMMED W/NATIONAL SECURITY CODED INTEL (MIND FILES)…”
The memoirs of Bob Hope’s and Henry Kissinger’s mind-controlled slave by Brice Taylor
Brice Taylor is the highest level survivor of MKULTRA and government mind control ever to go public. In her new book, Thanks For the Memories: The Truth Has Set Me Free, she discloses hidden mechanisms used by the nations’ most ruthless oligarchs to control America, and reveals their intent to precipitate a global dictatorship. Taylor also identifies many of the individuals at the top of the power structure that she was personally involved with. Brice Taylor, (pseudonym for Susan Ford), a healed survivor of MKULTRA trauma-based mind control, is dedicated to ending mind control and abuse.
Her memories began to return in sporadic fragments in1985, following a car accident that threw her through the windshield of her car after hitting a tree. It wasn’t really an accident as much as a result of mind control programming which compelled her to commit suicide if she began to recover critical memories about her role as a top level NASA/CIA mind controlled ‘asset’ who was used as a sex slave and message (or drug) courier for every president from Kennedy to Clinton and was Henry Kissinger‘s personal secretary/human computer (file storage and retrieval) for over 19 years.
Her ‘owner/handler’ was comedian Bob Hope and she was ‘loaned out’ to many famous and well known entertainment personalities in order to oblige them to be beholding to and manipulated by Hope and his Illuminati pals so they could be used as “worker bees’ to help usher in the Luciferian, New World Order.
Her book is probably the most revealing account to date of well known, national personalities in both politics and the entertainment industry who are involved in the handling, programming, control, manipulation, and abuse of Illuminati/government created human robots like Brice or other, well known celebrity/mind control victims such as Barbara Striesand and Barbara Mandrel.
The book’s Table of Contents alone will give you an idea of the incredible number of nationally known names that Brice had been involved with from childhood into adulthood as a mind controlled slave. In my opinion, Thanks for The Memories and the two co-authored Illuminati Formula books of Cisco Wheeler and Fritz Springmeir (see below) are the three most important and revealing books in print on the subject of Illuminati mind control and should be read by every concerned and thinking human being on this planet, for they reveal how the Illuminati mind control programs are accomplished and how they can be broken, allowing the victim to escape from its control.” Source
“If you program someone to have a perfect photographic memory and total
recall, then you have the capacity to be able to deal with many
different tasks and assignments simultaneously,” she explains. “Henry
Kissinger created a ‘mindfile’ inside of my head. I would be sent around
to all these leaders to keep their data – on some of their projects or
whatever their agenda was – sorted. When they’d meet people, I would be
programmed by either Kissinger or Nelson Rockefeller. This was in the
But who’s running the ‘show’?
“I think there’s this other layer that I call ‘the Council’ in my book,”
Taylor explained. “I know that this is a group of men that stand head
and shoulders above even Kissinger and the Rockefellers. They have been
genetically engineered in a way that they have [she hesitated, searching
for the right words] different leadership abilities and that they are
actually the ones running the plan.”
They refer to themselves as “the Council”?
“Yes. When I was telling other people within the intelligence community
about it that were involved in it, they said they call themselves the
Council. The CIA has all these mind-control operatives that are working
for the Government. Then there’s the Council, which also understands
about the mind-control project. But the Council is not CIA controlled.
They could take someone like myself and be able to debrief me to find
out what my agenda was.”
MORE BAD MEMORIES
And how did Ms Taylor first figure out she was suffering from MPD and
that she was a programmed multiple?
“It started in 1985,” said Taylor. “I had a very serious car accident in
which my head went through the windshield. I began to have memory
flashes like a memory bleed-through from one alter to another. I think
what occurred was I began having access to both sides of my brain.
Before, with all the sophisticated programming, half my brain was shut
away from me. Now the neuron pathways had opened up because of the
accident. I know of other women who have also had memories come back.”
So a blow to the brain had broken up the programming?
“Exactly,” she said. “What happened is my memories began coming back. I
was in school, working on my Master’s degree in psychology, when a flood
of memories came back. I have a closet full of journals. I wrote down
everything I was remembering. Once I got to a certain level, I had a lot
of therapeutic support because, every time I’d start remembering, I’d
want to hurt myself or kill myself. I lost control of my body in a car
on the freeway in the fast lane one time as I was trying to really
understand how programming worked. I was trying to understand from
inside; a part of me was trying to explain programming to me, and I was
on the freeway in the fast lane and I could not move my body. It was
terrifying. These are the kinds of things I had to constantly fight.
“When I deprogrammed I literally spent two years in my bedroom, drinking
coffee, just writing everything down,” she said. “They programmed me
with perfect photographic memory. When memories came back, like the ones
with Kissinger, I not only could hear his words and his voice, I could
smell his cigar. I could smell his farts. I mean, I could hear and see
as I remembered everything in my mind.”
My name is Cathleen (Cathy) Ann O’Brien, born 12/4/57 in Muskegon, Michigan. I have prepared this book for your review and edification concerning a little known tool that “our” United States Government is covertly, illegally, and un-constitutionally using to implement the New World Order (One World Government). This well documented tool is a sophisticated and advanced form of behavior modification (brainwashing) most commonly known as MIND CONTROL. My first hand knowledge of this TOP SECRET U.S. Government Psychological Warfare technique is drawn from my personal experience as a White House “Presidential Model” mind-control slave.
I feel extremely fortunate to have survived my CIA “M K Ultras” mind control abuses. I’m extremely fortunate to have survived the White House/Pentagon level that I was forced to operate under. Many government secrets and personal reputations were staked on the belief that I could not be “deprogrammed” to remember those things that I was supposed to forget. They were wrong.
They never counted on the strength of the human spirit. They never imagined what would happen when a good man like Mark Phillips got hold of their secrets and used them for restoring the mind rather than controlling one. As a White House//Pentagon level mind controlled slave, I heard perpetrators behind the New World Order (NWO) say that they were counting on good people to do nothing because good people don’t have criminal minds.
The people in control of our country are extremely intelligent but they’re limited in their thinking by their own immorality. They don’t think deep enough or they would have realized that one — and then many — of their mind control slaves would survive and tell their secrets.
Now that I’m in control of my own mind and ultimately my free will, I am dedicated to telling those things that I have witnessed behind this New World Order because I know that when the people lead, the leaders follow.
MY INTRODUCTION TO HUMANITY
My pedophile father, Earl O’Brien, brags that he began substituting his penis for my mother’s nipple soon after I was born. My multigenerational incest-abused mother, Carol Tanis, did not protest his perverse actions due to (reportedly) having similar abuse as a child which caused her to acquire Multiple Personality Disorder.(1) My earliest recovered memory was that I could not breathe with my father’s penis jammed into my little throat. Yet I could not discern his semen from my mother’s milk. I do not recall thinking, but I am aware through education that this early sexual abuse distorted my primitive concepts of feeding, breathing, sexuality, and parental perceptions.
I recall as a toddler being unable to run (I could barely walk) to my mother for help as my instincts demanded. Through my gulping sobs, my terror rose as I tried to clear my throat of my father’s semen and draw a breath of air. My mother finally arrived at my side. Rather than comfort me, she accused me of throwing a temper tantrum and “holding my breath”. She responded only by throwing a glass of cold water in my face. I was shocked! As the water splashed my face, I knew she would not help and it was up to me to save myself. I automatically Multiple Personality Disordered. I was, of course, too young to logically understand that what my father was doing to me was wrong.
I accepted his strangling sexual abuse as a normal and natural part of my home life, and split off a personality to deal with the pain and suffocation to satisfy his perversions. Therefore as a child, I was dissociative of my father’s abuse. I was totally unable to recall his sexual abuse, even in his presence, until I saw and felt his penis. Then the terror, which was my conditioned response, triggered access to that part of my brain that previously endured the trauma. I was remembering the abuse and how to deal with it. This part of my brain developed into a personality of its own–which belonged to my father–which he rented out and later sold to the U.S. Government as will be explained and detailed in the following pages.
Other parts of my conditioned mind dealt with other abusers, abuses and circumstances. My father was (as revealed by my own investigations) apparently a multigenerational incest child from a large, poor, and horribly dysfunctional family. His mother earned a living as a prostitute for local lumbermen after his father died when he was two years old. My father’s brothers and sister were all sexually and (occult) ritually abused just as he was. They grew up to be drug addicts, prostitutes, street derelicts, and pedophiles who also sexually abused me and my brothers and sisters. I developed more personality splits to deal with the traumas of these torturous relationships.
….When I was in second grade, my Brownie Troop marched in the Memorial Day Parade in which then Michigan State Senator VanderJagt also participated. At the end of the parade, he took me into a nearby motel and had me perform oral sex on him before sending me back to where my Brownie Troop was waiting. My Brownie leader and peers thought it commendable that VanderJagt took me with him. They gathered around to hear all about it. I noticed a white splash of semen on my sash, and hurriedly explained that he had “taken me for a milkshake” as I wiped it away. Having to cover for his perversion to my Brownie Troop infringed on my school personality, and the “normal” remainder became even smaller.
Nowhere to run to hide
When I was 13 years old, I was dedicated to a man who would become my mind control owner. That’s US Senator Robert C. Byrd. Senator Byrd had been in office as long as I had been alive. Senator Byrd is head of our US Senate appropriations committee. He holds the purse strings for our country. And I know from my victimization under his control that he had absolutely no concern for the American public. In stead he was interested in appropriating our money to usher in the NWO. Senator Byrd’s perversions were extremely brutal and just being sexually assaulted by him was sufficient to traumatize my mind to readily accept anything that he instructed me to do.
After graduating from Muskegon Catholic Central, Senator Byrd ordered that I go to Nashville, Tennessee. Although Senator Byrd is from West Virginia, his influence in Nashville is still very strong be cause of the corruption that permeated the country music industry. CIA drug running operations were going on within the country try music industry. White slavery was prevalent. And corruption all the way to the top of the politicians from Tennessee was extensive.
Reversals and rites
I was brought up in Muskegonis St. Francis of Assisi Church; it was heavily involved in mind control and was among the criminal faction of the Jesuits that believed they could became the “one world church” in the NWO.
The Jesuits had gained much information over the years on the effects of trauma on the human mind. They gained that information from such things as the Spanish Inquisition and what the Crusaders had done They learned how people were easily led once they’ve been severely traumatized and they had been keeping records of that information for many, many years. This information was merged with what the CIA had gleaned from the Hitler/Himler research of WWII. By combining their efforts and information, mind control capabilities increased dramatically.
I was subjected to occult rituals in keeping with the “reverse psychology” programming This “reversal” of the Catholic mass into a Satanic rite had an enormous impact on me because throughout my mind control victimization, I was manipulated by those things that I held most dear. I was manipulated by my religion, by my patriotism, and after my daughter Kelly was born, by my maternal instincts.
As a child, I was right there when the CIA was merging with the Catholics. I witnessed and experienced so much and even though I didn’t consciously comprehend it then, through the deprogramming process I have recorded conversations photographically that I overheard surrounding the trauma.
Gerald Ford, U.S. President, VP
I was taken routinely to Mackinaw Island, Michigan. Mackinaw Island is a political retreat because it is located between the US and Canadian borders. And it is where the Michigan governor’s mansion is located. It was there that I was subjected to the sexual perversions of certain politicians like Gerald Ford. I’m not saying Gerald Ford is a pedophile, a person who just rapes children. Instead, Gerald Ford is what I refer to as “tri-sexual”–he’ll “try” anything with anybody, any age, any time, any where, it doesn’t matter to him, as long as he can be in control. He had a perversion for power.
It was in Mackinaw Island that I first met then-Prime Minister of Canada, Pierre Trudeau, a professed Jesuit. Through conversations that I overheard between him and Governor Romney, I learned how the CIA and the Catholics were merging their information for NWO controls.
Michigan’s Governor George Romney was very much interested in implementing mind control of the masses. He wanted to bring the Satanic rituals of child abuse that were proliferating in the Catholic Church into the Mormon church. He wanted a robotic society growing up within the Mormon church so that they would give more money to the NWO effort.
Governor Romney was also interested in an early version of the Global Education 2000 Program (Outcome-Based Education) that’s infiltrated our school system It was designed to increase our children’s learning capacity while decreasing their ability to critically analyze. As a result, the Michigan education system ranked first in the nation for many years but the devastation to the children was horrible.
As a very young child, I was also sexually abused by Michigan State Senator later US Congressman, Guy VanderJagt. This is the same US congressman who headed the Republican National Committee that put George Bush into the office of President. VanderJagt was more of a typical pedophile; he sexually abused me until I started developing a little bit and then I was too old for him.
When I made my first communion in 1966, I was subjected to what they termed the “rite to remain silent”. That’s r-i-t-e as in “ritual” – not r-i-g-h-t. The head of our Catholic Church, Father Don, and US Congressman VanderJagt were present and very much a part of the blood trauma ritual that followed my first communion. [Note: In her book Ms. O ‘Brien alleges she was completely bathed in the blood of a slaughtered lamb and later sexually abused. ]
This blood trauma was so horrific they got their desired results. It just blew my mind. There was no way for me to deal with what had happened. Using hypnotic language, using the language of the subconscious, they manipulated my subconscious mind to the extent that I lost all control. For example, the part of me that opened up to deal with my father’s sexual abuse, no longer could, when a sexual abuse occurred. Instead a series of codes, keys and triggers had replaced the original triggering mechanism–that compartment within my brain only opened through hand signals or their codes. keys and triggers.
It was also at this “rite to remain silent” that I lost my ability to make decisions for myself. Because up until that time, if I had a decision to make, I would pull it from all those different compartments to my brain so that I could make the best decision possible. I heard voices in my head, but it was my own voice arguing back and forth so I could properly make the decision. But after the “rite to remain silent”, I no longer heard my own voice arguing in my head. I could only hear the voices of my abusers instructing me to do exactly what they wanted me to do.
Hail to Bush
Throughout the 1880s we were forced to carry out numerous activities dealing with the drug industry, pornography, and prostitution. In 1983 Senator Byrd acted in the capacity of a pimp and prostituted me to then-President Ronald Reagan. Ronald Reagan is an actor and the smoke and mirrors illusion he created certainly fooled many people into believing that our country was still ours when in fact we were rapidly losing control as our country was being sold out into the NWO. It was Ronald Reagan who–I heard him say to then prime minister of Canada Brian Mulrooney (who’s also very much involved in this NWO effort) that he believed the only way to world peace is through mind control of the masses.
Consider the ramifications. I know from experience that there’s no peace of mind under mind control. Without free thought there’s no free will. Without free will–without that God-given free will, there’s no spiritual expression. And I wonder at a so-called “world peace” that involves mind control. that keeps people from having a spiritual connection. keeps people from having free will and free thought. It seems to me that in order to have world peace we must have peace of mind. Ronald Reagan’s justification for the NWO absolutely terrifies me in that we’ve got to consider the effects on the spirit.
It was my experience during the Reagan/Bush administration that Ronald Reagan followed orders from George Bush ! Look at George Bush’s background. He began with the United Nations, then he went on to head our CIA and then he ran our country right into NWO controls through three administrations: Ronald Reagan followed orders from George Bush; then George Bush was in office; and I know for a fact that Bill Clinton follows orders from George Bush. Not robotically – but because he also believes in mind control of the masses.
And then in the Brice Taylor-Susan Ford Book we find this:
Several weeks later, with nearly 10 years of recovery behind me, this so-called “retired?!” CIA operative made dramatic changes in his living arrangements just to “help me deprogram.” After relocating across the country, to a home in Arab, Alabama where I paid all domestic expenses for the three of us, a large sum of money for traveling expenses for both he, his girlfriend Cathy, and myself, and a large ‘consulting fee,’ this renegade CIA operative read my lengthy journal entries daily for a year and a half and agreed that in his own words , “the memory work contains absolute elements of fact laced with verifiable details.” But one and one-half years, forty-two journals, and $50,000+ traveling and living expenses later, Mark Phillips informed me that nothing had ever happened to me …nothing what-so-ever!
Cathy O’Brien said, “Well, you should be happy that nothing happened and that your children have not been abused!” I couldn’t believe she was saying that, after all the common details of our histories we had shared. I was devastated and went to bed and could not eat for three days and remained noncommunicative and totally subdued for nearly a month afterwards. After all this time of intensely focused attention on my history, Mark informed me that I had never even been abused, and that I justhad a big imagination. But, he had seemed to appreciate that I was around to cover all of his expenses. I suspect that Mark is some kind of “containment agent” who is being directed through his”handlers” whose motivations ultimately serve the New World Order. Through his containment expertise, the information I have conveyed to you in this book you are now reading was delayed inreaching you by nearly seven years. After I moved,I found out that Mark had initially told Walter Bowart (author of Operation Mind Control and eyewitness tomy use with Bob Hope in Palm Springs) that I was schizophrenic, and since then, I have uncovered a string of lies he told others in an attempt to discredit me. I also reconnected with another Kissinger survivor that Mark Phillips had worked with for a time. Mark Phillips told her the same thing he told me -“THIS NEVER HAPPENED TO YOU!” With my trust294shattered, Ted Gunderson, Catherine Gould, Margaret Paul, Walter Bowart and many others supported me in what I knew to be the truth of my life. I left that home where I had paid all expenses for Mark Phillips and Cathy O’Brien and went to live in Carbondale, Illinois. I had a slower pace there and life was sweet while the situation lasted. It was a time of rest and recuperation as the final integration I had achieved in 1996, solidified into even greater strength and unification while I remained safe.
Excellent presentation by Mind controlled slave, Arizona Wilder about what it is like being in the belly of the beast and who “they” are:
Kathleen Sullivan Says She Was Raped By Bible Billy Graham (AKA Billy Franks) Who Wore Wigs To Rock Concerts To Pick Up Prostitutes
Oct 31, 2011 … The wife of a Canadian MP was able to fight back and won in court decades …. by Fritz Springmeier and Cisco Wheeler – … Interview with Cathy O’Brien on the Trance Formation of America … A federal judge has tentatively ordered dismissal of a $12 million lawsuit against the U.S. ….. Brice Taylor Interview
Fisting In America, The Helen Clark Story, The Black Mailer’s Guide By Greg Hallett: New Zealand The Pedophile Ring Posing As A Country
You can buy the book from Brice or contribute money to get her child out of mental care and continue with lawsuits.
Testimony Of Sister Charlotte About Abuses In Convents-They Met Jesus-Deformed Babies From Drunken Priests Are Tossed Into Limebeds-Convents Were Abolished In Mexico In 1934
The Sister Charlotte Keckler Story
The Horrors Deep Within the Church of Rome
Charlotte Keckler Born April 12, 1889 Died September 1983Last Residence Napa, CaliforniaResided some years in Boston, Massachusetts More pictures Part 1