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donated by James Vandale
Subject: IUFO: ::: Reptoid Rape :::
Reptoid Rape: A Multi-Part Series
On May 7, 1966 a 9 year old child named Cathy O'Brien was
subjected to an occult ritual she called "The Rite to Remain Silent" in alleged
preparation for her future interdimensional expeditions.
"I work for the Vatican, and now, so do you," [Michigan State Senator, Guy]
VanderJagt told me. "You have just entered into a covenant with the holy
Catholic church. You must never break that covenant."
Still capable of questioning at that time, I asked, "What is a covenant?"
VanderJagt answered, "A covenant is a promise to keep secrets, the secret that
the church knew all along. The Pope has all the secrets locked away at the
Vatican. Your Uncle Bob and I have been to the Vatican. It is time you entered
into the holy covenant and learned the secrets of the church that were written
long before Christ even came into being. The Dominican monks kept the covenant
that Noah carried into the new world. They kept the secret with them. It was
written on parchment and kept in a secret place in the Vatican. They took a Vow
of Silence to never reveal its location, or its content. You must enter into the
covenant. You must carry the secret to your grave. Keep it secret from your mom,
VanderJagt proceeded to fill my suggestible young mind with biblical
interpretation that laid the groundwork for future
"inter/inner dimensional" programming themes utilized by Project Monarch
programmers to control the compartmentalization of memory synonymous with
"Christ saw them all," VanderJagt was telling me. "They are dimensions, places
you can see on your way to death. That's why they're called die-mentions. You
must remember that Christ died and came back to tell us everything he saw while
he was on his way to heaven. He was gone three days, but it was much longer than
that where he was because time isn't the same in other dimensions. Purgatory is
one other dimension. Hell is one. And there are lots of others in between. Oz is
another dimension. The sky is not the limit to all the worlds out there waiting
to be explored. You can travel in and out of all these dimensions, learning the
secrets of the universe. You have been chosen to explore these other worlds for
the church. Listen in the stillness and you will hear his voice guiding you on
your missions. The rosy cross is like Dorothy's ruby slippers. Never take your
rosy cross off, Cathy, when traveling other dimensions and you will always be
able to return home."
Father Don [apparently from Muskegon's St. Francis of Assisi Church] joined
VanderJagt in a ritual which bathed me in the blood of a slaughtered lamb, and
subsequently, through this hideous blood trauma, locked their stated perceptions
and a basis for mind-control programming deep in my mind. This basis for
programming was anchored in the Vow of Silence which the Jesuit monks take "not
only to keep secrets, but so they can still their mind and hear their inner
guidance." Certain that the "Rite to Remain Silent" which they had performed
would ensure that I keep their secrets, Father Don and Guy VanderJagt subjected
me to their pedophile perversions. The two joked that I had become "a good
Cox was ordered out of Johnston's office, and he turned his full attention to
me. When alone with the Senator [U. S. Senator Robert C. Byrd, D. West
Virginia], Johnston [J. Bennett Johnston, Shreveport, LA. , General Dynamics R &
D] manipulated my mind, and ultimately my beliefs and perceptions, for future
programming. He referred to a picture of himself shaking hands with unknown Navy
brass as he dramatically told me, "I was there that fateful day in 1943 when a
hole was ripped in the fabric of time through what later became known as the
Philadelphia Experiment. All those fine boys vanished along with their ship in a
bizarre twist of events that parallels the Atlantis disappearances. A vortex was
created in an effort to slip dimensions and become invisible to the enemy. It
was a success beyond the highest expectations and launched us all info universal
travel. It is no wonder at all that we have had a man on the moon. Traveling to
distant planets and galaxies is Mickey Mouse stuff in comparison to the high
tech wizardry of trans-dimensional travel. Trans-dimensional travel circumvents
all measures of time, including distance and speed. When the fabric of time was
torn, we opened ourselves up to intergalactic travel -- both in and out of this
dimension -- and in and out of the future, as well as the past. We can alter the
course of history by traveling back in time to alter events, or we can blast off
into the future and gain wisdom and knowledge of events yet to come.
control the future by controlling the past. At present, this is a relatively
easy task according to the theory of relativity and abilities gained through the
Philadelphia Experiment. I came back an ET (extraterrestrial) myself. And our
ship returned to this Earth as a spaceship. I gained the keys to the universe on
that fateful day, and I carry them with me now, sharing only a Key or two at a
time with those who are Chosen. You are a Chosen One (Johnston was deliberately
interfacing with Rite to Remain Silent conditioning), and therefore must learn
the ins and outs of interplanetary travel. Your mission is trans-dimensional.
You can span infinite dimensions by learning from me. Take it from me, you're
going places, kiddo. And I'll teach you to get there by riding the light. I'll
teach you the groundwork, and you do the light work. The key to the universe
lies in the speed of light. The only way to travel is by beam of light. You will
learn to go to the light...Your mission is to learn how to Tinker with time. I'm
going to take you on that journey myself. Come with me now. It's time we were
leaving this plane and boarding another."
Johnston took me the short distance from his General Dynamics Corporation
provided office to the Barksdale Air Force Base airfield. He was apparently well
known at Barksdale, and a small cargo plane was ready to take us to our
destination -- Tinker Air Force Base in Oklahoma.
::: About Faces :::
Soon after Kelly (Cathy's very young daughter) was inducted into George Bush's
"Neighborhood" through horrific sexual abuse, Bush enforced his controls on me.
Our mind-control handler, Alex Houston, had taken Kelly and me to Washington,
D.C. for separately scheduled meetings with Bush. Kelly had already been
escorted by agents to her rendezvous with him that morning, during which time I
had been ordered to one of U.S. Senator Robert C. Byrd's offices located in the
nearby FBI Hoover Building. There, Byrd reinforced his holds on me by claiming
control of the Justice Department and
"proving" once again that I had "no where to run and no where to hide". My
horror reaction was compounded when Byrd looked at his pocket watch and notified
me in Alice in Wonderland cryptic language, "You're late, you're late for a very
important date," referring to my meeting with Bush.
I sprinted from the Hoover Building, encountering Houston who waited just
outside. Houston hurried me to the Smithsonian where I waited for my escorts as
instructed at the "Face Changing" exhibit. This computerized exhibit illustrates
how an individual's face can take on a radically different appearance by
slightly altering any single feature.
The exhibit fascinated me as a programmed MPD since multiples often experience
the unnerving phenomena of routinely not recognizing themselves in a mirror due
to switching personalities. A multiple's face often changes slightly with each
switch, which "validates" the religious communities' perceptions of so-called
"demonic possession" in occultism. Logic quickly dispels this belief when it is
realized that everyone's expression changes according to emotion, by skin color
and tones, blood pressure, and by tightening or relaxing specific micro muscles.
An MPD's face changes are more exaggerated when these natural conditions are
combined with the results of sophisticated programming. "Charm School" teaches
subconscious control over these natural phenomena as a ready- made disguise on
government slaves such as myself, as well as to enhance sex slaves' "beauty" to
their maximum potential. I was incapable of thinking or logically understanding
my fascination with the display, as I stood totally enthralled, waiting for my
escorts as ordered.
As the escorts approached, I was relieved to see Kelly with them. Though she was
visibly tranced and traumatized, the fact that she was alive was all I was
capable of grasping. When she saw the "Face Changing" exhibit, she excitedly
exclaimed, "Uncle George [Bush] just read me a book about this!" Before I could
hear anymore, I was led away, leaving Kelly with our handler, Houston.
I was then quickly taken to Bush's Residence Office, which heretofore was
unfamiliar to me. Although it had slate blue, plush carpets and fine furnishings
like the White House office, lattice work and smaller rooms provided a different
air. I sat in a hard-back wooden chair as ordered, while Bush carefully
positioned himself in front of me on a little wooden footstool. This allowed me
clear visibility of the large book that he held in his lap. All illustrations
faced me, while all text except the last page was printed in the holder's
direction. This book was a unique, high tech piece of art specifically designed
to enforce Bush's favorite method of programming, "You Are What You Read". The
juvenile face depicted on the front of this hardcover book gave it the
appearance of a children's storybook. It was entitled _About Faces_.
Bush explained the dynamics of "changing faces" and "becoming what I read".
Although I had been conditioned to this idea all of my life through Disney
stories, _The Wizard of Oz_, _Alice In Wonderland_, etc., I was not prepared for
Bush's version of
"You Are What You Read" programming explanations. The illustrations themselves
were elaborate, consisting of mirrors add hypnotic depictions. He seemingly made
the book come alive in my mind as he read page after poetic page of hypnotic,
metaphorical language, all the while creating powerful illusions. His
impersonations of the characters further enhanced the desired affect of fantasy
becoming reality. This extraordinary effort to scramble reality would have
worked -- perfectly -- had it not been for another victim and myself discussing
it only a few days later. The purpose of Bush's book was clearly explained
within the first few pages, which included the following passage:
I am the Vice President when circumstance demands,
And I am your Commander, you'll follow my commands.
The first command's important -- It is one you will heed,
When I send you a book, you are what you read.
Throughout my tenure as a Presidential Model mind-controlled slave, I was
provided specific books according to Bush's program. These books, delivered
through pre-established channels such as Ken Riley, Alex Houston, and even
Ronald Reagan, came complete with specific commands on how they were to be
interpreted and used. Some books were used to instruct me on operations; some
were an attempt to scramble my memory with fantasy; others were used to load my
mind with pertinent data such as bank account passbook numbers, and so on.
I was provided a paperback book entitled Afghanistan, from which I absorbed
history, current political events, and the strength of the Afghany Freedom
Fighters. I have since learned that the book I read was never publicly released
in the text it was provided me. According to instruction, the book was delivered
back to Bush as quickly as I finished memorizing it. I wonder in retrospect if
any part of it contained fact beyond how I was supposed to perceive it.
I read stories of espionage, including Robert Ludlum's _Bourne Identity_, and
William Diehl's _Chameleon_. Mostly I was provided steamy sex novels for further
training as well as scrambles. Kelly was conditioned to fairy tales, Steven
Speilberg's _ET_, NASA NSA operative George Lucas' _Star Wars_, and the
nightmarish _Never Ending Story_. Steinbeck's _Of Mice and Men_ caused Kelly
constantly to quote the defendant character of Lenny for years saying, "Tell me
what to do, George".
She still does this each and every time I am allowed to visit with her in the
mental institution. The attending therapist overseeing the visit has yet to pick
up on this programming cue, and I am forbidden by Juvenile Court order not to
discuss Kelly's past or therapy.
Bush's most effective example of "You Are What You Read" in his book _About
Faces_ occurred during his reading of the page depicting lizard-like "aliens"
from a '"far-off, deep space place". Claiming to me to be an alien himself, Bush
apparently activated a hologram of the lizard-like "alien" which provided the
illusion of Bush transforming like a chameleon before my eyes.
::: E.T. Phone Rome :::
Anyone attending the Bohemian Grove on a regular basis was referred to by those
in the know as a "Grover". One such Grover was Ronald Reagan's then Secretary of
Education, Bill Bennett. Bill Bennett, who later became "Drug Czar" during the
Bush Administration, wrote the so-called _Book of Virtues_ and was/is? vying for
the office of President. Bennett is apparently very close to his brother and
fellow Grover, Bob Bennett. Although Bob Bennett holds the position of Legal
Counsel to President Clinton, it is apparent that the brothers recognize no
It was clear to me that there were no partisan differences amongst those
ushering in the New World Order, any more than there was loyalty to our
Constitution. The close relationship I witnessed between the Bennett brothers,
like the marriage between Clinton's and Bush's 1992 campaign managers James
Carville and Mary Matlin, should raise questions as to their agenda.
When Bill and Bob Bennett together sexually assaulted my [very young] daughter,
Kelly, and me at the Bohemian Grove in 1986, I had already known Bill Bennett as
a mind-control programmer for some time. Bennett anchored his Jesuit/Vatican
based programming of me in my Catholic conditioning initially instilled via the
Rite to Remain Silent. Through further manipulation of my "inner-dimensional"
perceptions, Bennett believed he had forever compartmentalized his personal
secrets of perverse sex with his brother, Bob, and my then six-year-old
daughter. Bennett also had manipulated my mind in accordance with Vatican
"Orders" via Byrd's Jesuit College programming center in West Virginia. He used
his role as Jesuit programmer for the purposes of carrying out his efforts as
Education Secretary to implement Education 2000.
In order to program my mind for my role in bringing Education 2000 into the
"Volunteer State" of Tennessee's school system, Bennett used sophisticated mind
manipulation to set the stage -- the same kind of mind manipulation propaganda
executed on national and international scale. Bennett's penchant for
manipulating minds is apparently rooted in his knowledge of Catholic/Jesuit
When I met Bennett at a White House cocktail party in 1984, I was wearing the
rosy cross necklace that Guy VanderJagt and Father Don had presented to me
during my first communion, to signify the mode of program I was operating under
at the time. Byrd had ordered that I wear it for the occasion.
Byrd was already talking with Bennett when a White House butler led me in to see
Byrd. Byrd was saying, "I was just talking about you with my friend, Secretary
of Education William Bennett."
"Bill," Bennett corrected, sweeping his lecherous gaze over me as though I were
merchandise. "How do you do?"
"As I am told, thank you," I said as I extended my hand as trained.
Bennett clumsily fingered the rosy cross necklace, blowing his alcoholic breath
in my face as he said, "Your necklace is as beautiful as you are, and no doubt,
as significant in purpose. Where did this come from and what does it mean to
"From my first communion," I responded. "Guy (Byrd interrupted to clarify
'VanderJagt') gave it to me to consummate my holy communion."
Byrd corrected me, "Commemorate your holy communion." "She doesn't need a
translator, Bobby," Bennett laughed. "I'm hearing her loud and clear."
Byrd left me with Bennett, who went into a long winded recitation on an
interpretation of the Bible deliberately intended to further distort my Catholic
"Christ was an alien in this land," he was saying in accordance with his learned
Jesuit mind manipulation techniques. "Once he landed in Earth's plane, it was
plain to see he was a leader in inter-dimensional travel. We (Jesuits/aliens)
followed his lead since he was the first to slip into Earth's dimension. In
Christ's transformation from porpoise to purpose, he lost his will to Earth's
demands. He lost his porpoise, so to speak." Totally "trance-fixed," I listened
as Bennett rattled on and on.
"When Christ emerged from the deep to inhale of Earth's atmosphere, time began
ticking. It was not recognized or acknowledged until Christ's passing, however.
We began marking time with his death. BC -- AD -- or is that AC-DC?" Referring
to high voltage used to compartmentalize memory, he continued,
"No, AC in DC stops time. At any rate, we followed his lead. He referred to you
as sheep. He knew you needed to be led. He led us. He led you. He led us to you.
We're here to lead you. The transformation is perfected now, updated with the
latest in alien technologies whereby we no longer have to follow Christ's course
to the grave. We can transcend dimensions free of the confines of Earth's
gravitational pull. The time is now, and we are here to lead you. We know your
mind. That's how we make you mind. Make you mine. Make you a mind. Make you
mine. Journey with me now...."
Bennett manipulated my perceptions until, at last, he informed me, "You and I
will be working closely together on a global education project." Sweeping his
hand around the crowded room, he continued, "This atmosphere is not conducive to
the kind of work we need to be doing. Something else just came up that demands
immediate attention. Let's complete tonight's business with pleasure, beat it
out of this dimension, suspend your suspended animation, and get with the
In one of many White House bedrooms available for such purposes, Bennett led me
into bed "I told you we were going to beat it out of this dimension, and that's
exactly what I intend to do. A little Byrd told me you like a whip. Since I am
not the Senate kind, I'll just represent the majority by giving you what you
Bennett apparently found perverse pleasure in whipping me. With my wrists
bruised and my body stinging with pain, Bennett lit up a cigarette and
cryptically asked, "Was that your first cum-union with an alien?"
He threw me my clothes, and ordered, "Make yourself presentable. Make sure your
wrists are covered. I'm not waiting around for you, I'll see you in the
Bennett left. After awhile I was escorted back to Byrd, with whom I spent a
brutal, short night. On the way to his room, Byrd told me, "You've got work to
do come morning with Mr. Bennett. Working for him is like working for me. We are
working in conjunction with the state Governors in an effort to implement the
global 2000 education formula for the future. I am excited at the prospect of
meddling in the future through what I accomplish today. Since I hold this
country's purse strings, it is up to me to delegate as much funding as is
necessary to implement the educational program. I've withheld funding and
withheld funding to the point where the individual states must rely on federal
funding to get them out of hot water financially. I am ready to do just that so
long as they follow my guidelines. Mr. Bennett is working out the details of
this plan, and will be sharing much of that with you. I need you to do what you
do best by enlisting the full cooperation of state government at the upcoming
Governor's Convention. I have never demanded Conventional sex of you before, but
this time is different. Persuade these Governors at their weakest moment --
bring them to their knees while you are on yours, and convince them that global
education is the gateway to the future if there is to be any future at all."
Early the next morning, deep underground in the NASA's Goddard Space Flight
Center mind-control lab near D.C., Bill Bennett began preparing me for the
program. NASA uses various "CIA designer drugs" to chemically alter the brain
and create exactly the mindset required at the time. Huntsville, Alabama's NASA
drug of choice, "Train-quility," created a feeling of absolute, peaceful
compliance and a sensation of walking on air. The drug administered this time
was sufficiently similar to Tranquility to create total compliance. The beating
I had endured the night before had rendered me helpless, anyway, and I could
barely crawl up onto the cold, metal lab table as the drug took effect.
In the darkness surrounding me, I could hear Bill Bennett talking, "This is my
brother, Bob. He and I work as one unit. We are alien to this dimension -- two
beings from another plane."
The high-tech light display swirling around me convinced me I was transforming
dimensions with them. A laser of light hit the black wall in front of me, which
seemed to explode into a panoramic view of a White House cocktail party -- as
though I had transformed dimensions and stood amongst them. Not recognizing
anyone, I frantically asked, "Who are these people?"
"They're not people, and this isn't a spaceship," Bennett said. As he spoke, the
holographic scene changed ever so slightly until the people appeared to be
lizard-like aliens. "Welcome to the second level of the underground. This level
is a mere/
(mirror) reflection of the first, an alien dimension. We are from a
transdimensional plane that spans and encompasses all dimensions."
"Infinite dimensions," Bob injected. "Infinite dimensions spanned
Bill said, "No limitations".
Bob softly sang, "Let freedom ring".
"There truly is no where to run and no where to hide from us. We're who is
looking from behind the Eye in the Sky," Bill continued.
"We're watching you," Bob said. He sang a line from the popular rock song "I'll
Be Watching You".
"I have taken you through my dimension as a means of establishing stronger holds
on your mind than the Earth's plane permits," Bill Bennett was saying. "Being
alien, I simply make my thoughts your thoughts by projecting them into your
mind. My thoughts are your thoughts."
The brief message Bennett programmed me with pertaining to Education 2000 was to
be directed to state Governors at the upcoming convention while delivering a
packet of information:
"The children. We must consider the children. Think for a moment beyond
tomorrow. Our children are the future. Their future lies in education. We can
control the future today by regulating education. Our thoughts and plans for the
future -- put in their text. A text they can understand. Children's textbooks.
The highest levels of government, the most brilliant minds on the face of this
Earth would like input into the future by way of the children. You, as Governor,
are in a position to provide that link. Global Education 2000 is ready for
implementation. Look into it. Look into it and see the future."
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