Denmark's Wonders

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 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.

Frederiksborg Slot

This particular castle rests in Denmark. I visited it on my trip to Europe in 1982. I always liked Denmark in a most peculiar way, and now I know at least part of the reason why.

As far as I know, I took the tour of this castle by myself, but I definitely started the tour in my front alter. When I got to the giant, magnificent Chapel, I walked with the tour group around the top level terrace overlooking the central church area. We came all the way around to the back area to a sparsely furnished room near the organ room. As usual, I was taking a little bit longer than most of the group to absorb the surroundings. As I was lingering there (there may have been one other person from the group there; I don’t know), a man came out of an adjacent room, and called for Michael. He said he had been awaiting my arrival, and that he wanted to take me to see someone. As my cult host alter always did, I followed the strange man.

We went downstairs to the main church parishioner seating area, a place where tourists are not allowed. I think he may have had me change my clothes. He had me sit down in one of the chairs toward the center aisle, near the back rows. He left me to wait for the mysterious person I was to meet. All of a sudden, from the left side of the room under the columns, a lady in royal attire came out to welcome me. She introduced herself as the Queen of Denmark. She said she had heard about me, mostly from her close friend, Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands. I believe she said they had grown up together, and they stayed in touch fairly regularly. From here, she proceeded to show me the ornate decorations of the chapel. This included the various pictures, the family crests, as well as the incredibly beautiful organ. We visited the room where the organ was kept, and I took a close look at it. I don’t remember if I tried it out, or if it was even in a working condition. When I left the room, it was with another strange man who was a little bit mean (I get the impression it was my father -can’t confirm that it was) who escorted me out the front of the room where sunlit paneling was, on the right side.

Another memory I have with Queen Marguerite is when she brought a group of us kids into the gold room. She had us sit down in front of the black and gold-finished stage area. I figured we would have some sort of nice entertainment. When the curtains/rugs were lifted, what took place could only be considered entertainment to the most wicked mind. It seemed to be a most brutal ritual, much of which I cannot recall yet. She had a boy on each side helping her, waiting in the little corridors on the benches when they weren’t being used. I was envious of those guys, as they seemed rather close to the Queen to have those roles. I think something particularly bad happened to one of the boys, which ended my fascination with their role.

I believe it was after the ritual, or it may have even been on a different day, that she had us all lie on the floor and look up at the ceiling. She guided us into some sort of trance as we were looking at the picture in the center. It showed men working at different jobs, laboring hard, with a well-dressed man in the center giving orders, whose back was only visible to us. She told us that all of the people working in the picture were the common people of the future who would be the Illuminati’s slaves, and the man was an officer in the cult. She said that if we didn’t want to work hard and have it easy like the man in charge, we would have to follow the Illuminati’s rules and comply with our training. I just remember feeling sorry for those poor people doing all the work, and thinking what a jerk that guy in charge was -by his general appearance, and by the way he wouldn’t lift a finger to help any of them.

One time, as the other children and I were waiting for someone in order to leave the room, we were congregated next to the piano at the end of the room. We were all bored, so they asked me to play for them. So I played for a while, until whoever it was we were waiting for came. The children were in awe, but I didn’t seem flattered by it in my arrogance, as I had played for more distinguished audiences.

It seemed that all of us children had a room in the presidential building. I remember the Queen going to meetings here occasionally, and one night, I was on guard duty while she was there. I do have a memory of also staying at a more beautifully furnished room (which had a magnificent view) in the main castle structure with just a few other children at some point.

One morning, I was very late for a training session. We were supposed to meet at the bridge on the stream, and it was a long way off, so I had to run pretty far. I remember finally getting there, trying to play it off casually by smiling and making up some lame excuse. All of the children were already there, and they had been waiting for about 15 or 20 minutes. The major problem with being late this morning was twofold: first, the trainer had to unlock the gate and then lock it behind us (we all had to be there at one time), and secondly, I was the leader of the children. In fact, when we finally arrived at the Asian dojo located across the stream, he pulled me aside and launched into a lengthy tirade in regard to my irresponsible behavior, and what a dangerously negative example I was setting. He would not let up that whole morning with his endless persecution. I apologized for everything, but there were consequences which I cannot remember.

During my stay at the castle, I was constantly being trained for the knighthood, which mainly consisted of guard duties at this point. In addition to the afore-mentioned post at the presidential building, I also guarded the front courtyard. I distinctly remember walking back and forth next to the railing at the moat, admiring the statues in the wall that were across the water. One day, as my usual M.O., I was late for my duty. I had to report to the guard headquarters at the front gate of the courtyard. The knights on duty were not happy to say the least, but they weren’t quite as hard on me as the guy at the dojo.

Chateau et Caix

Though this is a chateau in France, it belongs to the Queen of Denmark’s husband, Prince Henrik, so that's why I have included it here. My visit here may or may not have been on the same trip to Europe in 1982 (when I was 7 years old). On this trip, I was visiting the Queen with one or two (?) other children. It is a very beautiful estate -very peaceful and in a remote area.

My first memory involves a pleasant walk with just the Queen and I, strolling through the front yard/grounds of the chateau. We were walking along the pebble pathway, and I was holding her hand. We sat down on one of the benches that was just below the elevated porch area. I remember feeling captivated by this woman, forgetting that this same person tortured others at Frederiksborg.

I also remember spending some time on the side of the building, where the sundial(?) is. I was walking around by myself in a sort of meditative mood. I happened to find a young girl with dark features, somewhere around my age, doing some type of chore. I decided to strike up a conversation with her. She seemed uncomfortable talking to me at first, but soon I earned her trust. She revealed that she was basically a slave who had been at the chateau for quite a while. I’m not sure, but I think she said that her mother was there with her, too. She had an intense fear in her; she said the Queen was extraordinarily cruel. She begged me to help her, but at the time, I felt that there was no way I could. I knew it would mean risking my life if I told anyone in the outside world.

Other events of a private nature happened while I was here, but I will not mention them because they were voluntary and do not directly involve cult activity.

Egeskov Castle

This is a castle in Denmark that also functions as an amusement park for the public. In fact, that’s probably the original excuse given to my front alter for why I came here, to have some fun with my family. This visit also occurred on my visit to Europe in 1982. My front remembers how excited I was when I approached the entrance. I ran ahead of the rest of my family. However, I remember getting a strange feeling as I entered the gate, partly by the way people were looking at us, and also because there was no one else entering the park. My memory goes blank at that point.

The next thing I remember is being the main part of the castle with this guy who wouldn’t let me leave the room. But he wasn’t just isolating me; he was also a tutor of some sort. I felt as though I was kidnapped, although I don’t know if that’s what they told me or not. At least I was able to look out the window.

The next memory I have is in my Illuminati host alter. We were in the middle a small, perfectly symmetrical garden, which was mainly a stone courtyard with shrubbery placed in different spots. There seemed to be a occultic significance to the geometrical layout of it. I was decked out in black clothes, and I was one of the few child leaders there. Most of the kids were “slaves” who we had line up in various columns, among other activities. In my usual style, I was a bit surly and temperamental that morning, and I didn’t feel like doing my job (for which I received a stern reprimand).

Perhaps it was on the same day, but we also conducted an elaborate war game in the adjacent buildings. In between those buildings was a large courtyard with a full-size airplane in the middle. All of the buildings had bright red doors (those familiar with Illuminati programming structures know the significance of that). The commander of the exercise resided in the smaller structure next to the afore-mentioned garden, and I was some sort of messenger/guard for him. I don’t recall the basic purpose or how it all unfolded (yet), but I remember that my group failed in its mission, and the commander blamed me. It was a very difficult morning for me because the leader would not stop chastising me.

Another memory was at a time a bit later. I was in my front alter, next to the lake and the long white and brown building. I was on the walkway, incredibly disoriented. My sister approached me shortly thereafter and said that my family was looking for me; I must have gotten lost somehow. She took me over to the ticket window where the rest of my family was waiting for me. We left the park shortly thereafter.

Christianborg

This is a palace that my mom and I toured in the front self. As usual, during our visit, the cult alters switched out. The only thing I remember is that my mother left me in a lobby, that had a staircase, while she went in to have a meeting with Queen Marguerite and other dignitaries. They escorted me in for a short time to introduce me, then we left.