British Hospitality

Important Note: Whenever you see the words "I", "my", or "me", know that I identify the memory as mine to draw it out of the original personality. All of these memories(or just about all) are from Michael. Essentially, practicing my technique allowed me access to them. Anytime that I say "my front (alter)", I am really talking about me, Dave

Bolton Castle

This is a castle that my family (in their front alters) drove up to because we were lost. We stopped at the gate, and my father started to get out to talk with someone there. All of a sudden, gunmen surrounded the car, and kidnapped me. By this time, everyone had switched out to their cult alters. I was taken into the castle, and my parents were told to leave. I think I stayed here for 3 or 4 days.

One big burly man dragged me down to a dungeon area. There, he threw me into a prison cell that was damp and cold. During my stay, he would only shove little scraps of food for me to eat, and a minimal amount of water. On one occasion, he brought me up the steps out into the courtyard area. He then whipped me countless times on the bare buttocks and back. Periodically, he came down to my cell to lie me on an old table in the dungeon, where he would perform extraordinarily painful operations on my genitals. He kept on saying that all of this was to teach me obedience, but he got a particularly sick pleasure out of doing it. He was the worst sadist I have ever seen; a demon incarnate.

Occasionally, he would have me wait by the front door of the castle to meet with some official in the Illuminati. The official would then abuse me. I could always see him driving up in his blue Mercedes. Currently, that’s all I remember of the place.

Buckingham Palace

I went here on at least one occasion. The only memory I have currently is one where Queen Elizabeth was giving a small group of us children a tour of the underground chambers, and we happened to be walking down a smooth-sloped ramp into a dark set of rooms.

Cambridge University

I came here once with a British woman who I knew fairly well. I believe it was Princess Diana. It may have been the same person that I met with at Stirling Castle in Scotland.

She brought my mother and I out to the front lawn area, where people of the university often gather. She introduced me to a group of which all the members were sitting in chairs arranged in a circle. I talked with them for a little while (perhaps 15-20 minutes), but they started asking me questions in a condescending manner; I almost got the feeling that they were trying to trip me up. I started to feel hurt, so I got up, and then ran into the woman again. She said, "What happened?" I replied, "It doesn't seem like they really want me there." She then said, "That's not true. They specifically asked me to invite you; they are fans [of Anthony the pianist, or the original front alter David - who was a famous actor]." I insisted that I didn't want to stay, so after about ten more minutes, my mom and I left.