archived 10-27-99
Archive file# r102799a
donated by L. Savage


I now remember that I have many many sons as I was used in breeding experiments as well. Here is a summary of what I believe happened and of the events as I can remember what happened at this time.

As my memory comes back I discover that I was not only used as an assassin but that I actually was one of the "Montauk boys" as well. This is in regards to the Montauk project as described by Preston Nichols in his book "The Montauk Project". ALL the events he describes in his book are 100% true. However the fact that the project was supposedly abandoned at camp Hero in the year 1983 could not be farther from the truth. As I was also there sometime between the years 1988 and 1993? And the project is still going strong. As far as I can put together at this point. {{some sources indicate that after the rebellion in the ranks and sabotage of the project in 1983, the project was re-initiated a couple years later. this is similar to the claims of the ' dulce wars' in the new mexico dulce base, leading to a severange of 'joint-interaction' between the u.s. government-illuminati and reptilian-grey controllers of the lower base, however after two years the collaboration was re-instated - branton}}

I was selected at the age of 2 when my father was in the Navy. In addition to this I have some very strange memories of when my family went to the October fest in Germany when we were there. Some strange events where they took my father and did something to him in the bathroom. Something where they humiliated him in some way and I remember watching and after when we left he was so ashamed about what they did to him that he made me promise not to tell anyone about what happened.

Anyway they watched me develop all through my childhood and then when I went to college they brainwashed my father into getting me to turn down a full ride to Penn State to play football, [but rather] to go to the University of Rochester.

When at Rochester they began their programming of me to become a "Manchurian Candidate" for them, the perfect assassin. My roommate was a controller, my room had a video camera, the shower had a camera in it. Every moment of every day they were watching me. Then at night they would take me to one of two labs and do the programming with electric shock, drugs, and torture. One of the labs is located in the attic of the library at the University of Rochester. The other was the much bigger one that they gained after I gave a demonstration as to what I could do to some Senator, and it became a full blown project.

I already had training in mind control from the "Silva Mind Control Method" I took when I was 10 years old and had incredible mental abilities from the get go. So when at Rochester they then just took the "special room" I already had in my mind and then manipulated me accordingly.

The organization is NAZI BASED and has it's roots intertwined with them. The funding for this project is exactly as Nichols states in his theory. That the funding from the Montauk project came from a 10 billion dollar Nazi gold train which was seized by the allies in 1944 and was suddenly "lost" by blowing up in a tunnel and sealing it away as the allies were driving the Germans back at the end of world war II. This was investigated by General George Patton as he could not understand how a train could "disappear" in allied territory and how all the GIs could have been killed. The gold showed up 30 years later at Montauk (now being worth 180 billion) and was brought over by the Krupp family (who own the ITT corporation), and that's where the Nazi's got the money.

Anyway, I somehow have the special ability to where somehow when a suggestion is given to my sub conscious ANYTHING that is suggested I can somehow do in reality. I was the untouchable superstar of the MKULTRA program. Some of the things they would do would be things like, they told my subconscious mind that ANY height I jumped off of, NO MATTER HOW HIGH, was as easy as jumping off of a footstool in my mind, and I could do it. How high? Eventually they threw me out of airplanes without a parachute (because once you reach terminal velocity whether it's is jumping from 200 feet and surviving or jumping from 20,000 feet you are not going any faster so it doesn't matter what the height is as long as you can "stick the landing").

Imagine an assassin or covert group that could jump out of a low flying plane and hit the ground running. The mission would be over before the target even knew what happened. And this is exactly what I did. Between 1988 and 1992 there were several assassinations around the world that were so profound and so unbelievable that the cases are still unsolved. The assassin would shoot all the targets as well as all of the guards surrounding these prominent people with one shot to the head, so at the scene there would be all these bodies all with one bullet hole in their heads. Then the assassin would do things like go in, shoot everyone once in the head with a pistol then jump off a twenty story building with no parachute hit the cement and get up and run away. I am that assassin, and the FBI is looking for me (I will get into that more later).

So I was trained at the Rochester facility. The thing is that when they were creating me, as part of my development they gave me a ěa top secret government healing "formula" to heal my self if I became injured (when I was under hypnosis they gave the suggestion to my sub conscious) to add to the "healing pool" I had in "my room" which I already had in my mind from the Silva mind control course. It worked so well that I could heal my self from ANY injury with my mind in a matter of moments simply by laying in the water and telling my self to "heal". This worked so well that, without their knowledge, I decided to increase the strength of the formula another 500 million times. I did this simply by when I was going to sleep I would go to my "level" and fool around in the lab they had set up in my own mind with out their knowledge. As a result of me "fooling around" in the lab in my mind I made another {{ectoplasmic? - branton}} machine (in my mind) that could create anything I asked it to.

So I told the machine to make another "Super top secret government formula". One that would make my mind and body indestructible and impervious to any poison, any poison gas, and that now my skin, eyes, and every cell membrane in my body would have the strength of 1,000,000 times the strength of kevliar. Having done this I made my self indestructible in the sub conscious of my mind and it really worked in reality. So when I jump off a 15 story building and if I splattered my self on the sidewalk I literally would just stand up and brush my self off and walk away, exactly and as easily as if I had just fallen off a footstool with no pain or broken bones, not even a scratch. Some of the other things they did to me was the total and utter removal of having any fear. The ability to turn on and off your adrenaline gland at will. To be able to run as fast as a cheetah, to have the reflexes and agility of a cat, and to be able to climb any structure like I was a monkey. To be as physically strong as you need to be. To be able to shoot a target EXACTLY in the center every time with out thinking about it (like in the middle of someone's forehead for example). These are some of the unbelievable Physical abilities I have.

The mental abilities I have are another story. I can move objects with my mind, I can pick up and hurl objects as large as a small car into walls, and I can crush a man's throat with a single thought. Simply by telling my mind to do it (such as sticking pencils into cement walls with only a thought). Which is something I think I did in one of the FBI offices (I still don't know which office it was, when it was or how I even got there). I CAN MANIPULATE MATTER ON AN ATOMIC LEVEL WITH MY MIND.

The thing is I wanted no part of the program from the beginning and every chance I got I fought back with all I had. As a result of this it became harder and harder for them to control me. THEY NEVER BROKE THE ESSANCE OF ME SO THEY HAD TO BUILD OVER ME. In other words they could never destroy what makes up me and my beliefs totally, so they had to bury me and lock me away somewhere in my mind and then create and alternate personality. I have no fear of them so the only way they could control me was with mind control. I have the strength to 10 men and can jump off of a 20 story building, hit the ground and get up running but when they say the "magic word" or would ring the "magic bell" it would stop me dead in my tracks and I become utterly powerless, to move, to fight back, even to speak unless spoken to. Anything they told me to do I would do it without hesitation or question. But from some where inside me my true self, because my will is so strong, would fight through what ever they were doing to me and I would punch holes through the alternate reality platform they had built in my mind and I would freak out and start fighting them. I must have killed at least 15 of their men who would try and stop me once I started. When I would freak out no matter where I was, I was getting the hell out of where I was and if you tried to stop me it was not a good idea to get in the way.

I always would end up running back to my dorm room (where my roommate was one of the controllers) running back to home where I felt "safe" and I would simply go to sleep or even stay up a while and watch television but the memories of what just happened seemed to disappear as soon as I got "home", it was like my subconscious would over rule my conscious mind and trick me into believing that this "horror" wasn't really happening (I guess it was a kind of denial if you will, whether it was a programmed response or not I don't know). I remember when they would have me under their control the best way to describe it would be like being locked in a room with no doors and no way out and all there is are these two huge windows in which you can see everything. Like riding in a giant robot and seeing out the eyes. You can walk around the little room but there is nothing but bare smooth walls and all you can do is watch. You can scream, kick, and beat the walls as hard as you want. But all you can do is ride in the body and watch what happens. But again somehow I would manage to escape from the little room and that is when I would "freak out" as I would regain control of my body.

One time they had me at a base somewhere, I believe in Virginia, and after I escaped the facility somehow I was back in my room in Rochester New York 20 minutes later. Later, they came and got me and brought me back to the lab. They had me securely chained to a chair (literally) and they had said the "magic word" and I was in some sort of trance or altered state. I also may have been drugged but I don't think so because the thing is the drugs they were giving to me I eventually built up a defense to. They would no longer have any affect on me as the machine I had built in my mind to counter any and all invasions of my body simply told my subconscious that these drugs would no longer have any affect on me. Subsequently they would give me enough of what ever it was they were giving me (it would be enough to knock out three elephants) but it would have no effect on me and that's why they eventually had to resort to literally chaining every inch of my body to a solid steel chair so I could not escape again. They asked me how I did it, how I ended up in my room and I remember telling them with a big smile on my face as I was proud of what I did, "time travel".

I have no idea how I did it but some how I opened a portal using only my mind, entered this black hole, walked around for a while (I seemed somehow to know exactly where I was going) and then exited through another one and I was standing in front of my dorm room. I remember punching a hole in the fabric of time and then punching another one to get back. They repeatedly asked me how I did it and I would not tell them. I remember telling them that it was much too dangerous because I had already made two holes in the fabric of time and if the holes some how began to tear, and if the fabric of time actually "tore off" and ripped in half completely, life as we know it would be over as reality would go spinning off into infinity. So no matter what, I was not going to tell them (I had absolutely no knowledge of what previously happened and what they were doing at Montauk, camp Hero, at all). But the fabric of time I remember being - and this is very difficult to explain - being the most fragile and intricate thing I have ever felt. It was like a burlap type of weave made out of material as fine as spider silk. You could rip a hole through with your hand just by touching it, but as soon as you did it you knew that there was absolutely no hope of repairing it because the material was so fine and the weave so intricate it seemed to disintegrate as soon as you touched it.

Anyway I fought them every step of the way and they were going to use me to kill every one of their enemies until they ruled the world. But what I did way back in the beginning when they were prepping me and conditioning me for the assassinations, they tried to tell me that this was all for my country, and that it was for the good of man kind. But I insisted on knowing how many missions I had to go on until I could "retire", until I could "quit" and they would let me go and leave me alone. At the time they told me 10 just to shut me up and since at the time they still didn't really know what I could do and since this was the first mission they really didn't think that I would survive 10 missions. But after I ran the 10 missions I said "that's it" "no more, I AM THROUGH, FINISHED, RETIRED" at which time they tried to change it to 25 on me but there was nothing that they could say or nothing they could do to get me to do anymore (let me tell you that this pissed the Illuminati and all of the military and basically all of the "heavy hitters" off something fierce.. They wanted to reactivate me to kill Saddam, and after that they wanted me to kill President Bush. For months they tried every type of brainwashing, threat, torture, and intimidation tactics they could think of to try and get me to kill President Bush. But I simply would not do it, and you can only imagine the things they did to me, the horror makes me wake up in the middle of the night in cold sweats. I can only remember it for a second and then my subconscious hides it from me gain.

As far as I can put together what happened was this, and keep in mind that I am still trying to peace together my all of my memory. When I began doing research about the Montauk project a flood of memories started coming back. Back when I was in college (1988-92), they took me to Montauk and put me in the "Montauk chair". The first time I tried to use it I somehow blew it up. My mental energy was so powerful that I blew up the generator or the circuits or something. What ever I did it was supposedly impossible, but it happened. So they repaired it, I think they only had one other generator and they had to put some kind of buffer circuit in it as well, and I think my "Montauk hair" episodes were on two different days (in terms of an actual time span I have no idea) but I remember having on different clothes (specifically wearing slacks one day and jeans the next as I was more casual on the second day because they took me just as I was getting out of one of my classes and I hadn't "dressed up" because they didn't tell me to on the second visit). But anyway, they tied me up with chains so if I freaked out I wouldn't wreck the place and I was sitting in the chair. The machine was on and they were adjusting the power to fit my mental output if you will. Some one then came up to me and said "what ever you do donít think of a monster" and since the machine was already on of course a second later a huge monster appeared. Everyone started freaking out and running around and I was still tied to the chair. The monster had to be 12 or 13 feet tall, it was covered with brown fur, had one eye and one horn. It looked like a cross between King Kong and the monster from one of the Conan movies. The monster had been created using the Montauk chair from out of my imagination from somewhere in my subconscious using the Montauk chair to amplify my thoughts creating an actual physical being. The only good news was that the creature was either incredibly stupid or was just very confused as to it's sudden new surroundings because it just stood there for at least a minute giving them time to untie me. They were all yelling at me to do something (since I was the only one who could have stopped it, if you will, of the group) but I was tied up, so they finally cut me loose and I killed it by jumping on it's back from the upper level of the stair, and strangling it to death using a chain and a steel rod like a truncate around itís neck. But not before it wrecked half of the lab. Most of the chair antenna apparatus got wrecked and the right side of the time machine antenna got wrecked and a box of these million dollar light bulbs got smashed. But they all seemed happy because the controls for the time machine were undamaged and they all kept saying that it wasn't nearly as bad as the last time????? I didn't understand?????

Some time later (I don't know how long it was) they bring me back in again and sit me down in the chair (as now everything is fixed). This time they tell me they want me to think of only pallets of gold bars. They were out of money and wanted me to create billions of dollars using the "Montauk chair" since my mental energy was strong enough to create physical objects which were indeed real and stayed real in this physical universe. I did it once and a pallet of gold appeared, they were all excited and they went off to test it to see if it really was gold. Not knowing what I was doing as I was functioning in the alternate reality they had created (the reality in which they could control me and supposedly they were my best friends). I, like an idiot, said "Why gold? Gold is a pain in the ass, because of it's weight and volume, if you need money why not make some thing else?" Then I said "step back" and with in an instant a huge chest appeared and I said "open it". I had created for them a huge chest of perfectly cut, flawless, white diamonds the size ranging from grapefruits to golfballs. One was even as big as a volley ball. This is what they are using as financing today. This is where they are getting the money to build the new facility under the new Denver airport, and where they got the money to build their brand new "state of the art" new head quarters facility in Atlanta. The chest of diamonds is priceless and I mean priceless, worth literally trillions, an unlimited source of funding. And it's all my fault. They have named the biggest diamond after me (the one the size of the volley ball) they call it "The Rhino diamond" and the second largest one is called the star of David (named after my son in my honor). After all of this I was chosen to be their "golden boy". I was personally chosen to interact DIRECTLY with the Illuminati.

The Illuminati is made up of a group of about twenty men. All are 6'-2" or over, white and are of an indeterminate older age (I would say above the age of 70 but I suspect that with the technology they have available to them they in reality are much much older). They convene in a board room with a huge wooden table which is in the shape of a football. Each chair has a control panel and a television screen comes out from inside the table for each of the chairs. There is a huge screen located in the front of the room as well. During one of the meetings about 1/3 of the men reached over to their belts and turned a knob on a small white box they had on their belt and their human image dissolved to reveal they were not human at all but these huge lizard type creatures (the reptilians).

After I finished college at the age of 22 or 23 I specifically and repeatedly told them that I wanted no part of any of this but they were not going to let me go. They all liked me very much and always wanted me to join them (the Illuminati) for drinks and "hang out" with them in their private recreation room and be one of them. Play billiards and cards with them (things like that). So they brainwashed me again (reinforced the alternate reality program they had been using all along) and made me the inspector to all of the facilities around the countries. They erased the memory of my son and his mother from me at the time. They have plans for him as his IQ - so I have heard from Aaron - is 150. But anyway, the inspector was a highly important and influential position to hold, again I was 22 years old and was their "golden boy". They gave me a rank of 42nd level in the masons secret society...

{{note: i have heard from a friend of mine that, according to certain sources, george bush also held the 42nd degree... even though 'officially' there are only 33 degrees. it is very probable that bush has risen in the ranks since them. the 33 and above degrees are not public knowledge since this is where they begin dealing with the interplanetary secret societies, with alternative 2 underground and alternative 3 space scenarios involving both humans and aliens. the plan is to allow world war iii to break out between right-wing and left-wing political factions - that were actually financed by the illuminati in machevellian fashion - and when the world is depopulated the cult of the serpent - human and alien illuminists - plan to annex this planet to the main reptilian empire in alpha draconis, and turn those humans who remain on earth into electronically controlled subjects. the dracos are, according to contactees, involved in an ancient war with human-like beings in the lyra sector. both the humans and reptilians reportedly once lived on earth in prehistoric times and left the planet as a result of ancient earth changes/wars to found their respective confederations, and both desire to use earth and its unique chemical, mineral and genetic resources along with its human population, with its inbred warrior instincts, as weapons to destroy the power-base of the other side - branton}}

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