Dirty Business

by David Marr

The Secret Illuminati Financial Headquarters of Orange County, CA

The memory of this building began to surface in a dream in 2004. It was so strange and surreal that I almost just completely passed it off as only a dream. These memories are from Michael.

The first recollection I have is from the first visit Michael made to the building, which was when he was between the ages of 5-7. The building was at least 5-10 stories high, and it seemed a bit longer in length than in width. It was large and expansive on the inside. Now this is what is shocking: the outer building was only a “shell”; it was a facade used to fool the public! The best illustration I can use is that it looked like a giant cookie-cutter sliced through the vast middle portion of the building, and only left part of the very outside rooms of each floor- complete with all of the furnishings of regular offices. It was creepy to look up high, in what was basically a gigantic courtyard, and peer into rooms on higher levels. Some had drafting tables, filing cabinets -Michael even spotted a breakroom with a table and refrigerator.

In the middle of this enormous courtyard was the “real” set of offices. There was a separate, small black building 3-7 stories high built inside of the fake building shell!

When Michael arrived there the first time with my mom’s cult alter and my grandmother’s cult alter, they visited a small section of office cubicles that were to the left side of the building (when you enter from the left side of the “shell” building). There is no roof on this section; it is just part of the courtyard. In front of the 10-20 cubicles was a front desk to check in at. This area is where most of the general banking is done. The man at the desk briefly met Michael, and then had a longer discussion with my mom's and grandmother’s cult alters. Michael was free to walk around in that office area. He flirted with the older ladies (early to mid-20s), thinking already at this age that he was some sort of “player”, and all the women laughed and smiled at his charm, saying things like, “Aw, how cute!” Although, when Michael would just watch people, for the most part a lot of people looked like their jobs were making them miserable.

After the meeting over there, Michael was to go and meet with a financial advisor about his investments and property inherited from the royal bloodline of my deceased grandfather prince (he died before I was born). He was also there to manage the fortune he was starting to accumulate from ghostwriting music. Michael looked forward to the visit in the adjacent black building in the courtyard, mainly because of the elevator ride. I have never seen another elevator that looked and operated like this one. Directly on the other side of the small black building (opposite side from the cubicle area) was where it was located. It was enclosed in a round chamber, encased in clear glass. There were no hydraulics; this elevator seems to run off a type of orgone/aether anti-gravitational technology. Michael pressed the button for it to come down. When he entered it, it was quite a large platform. With the large floor and roof of the compartment, and the doors of the offices of each floor in front of the occupant(s), the elevator basically formed another room in and of itself -like a lobby of sorts. As it ascended, it was not as much fun as Michael had imagined it would be. In fact, he was a bit frightened by it, because he was standing in the middle of the large circular platform as it began to take off, and it was fast and a bit of a rough ride. I think he may have crouched down on the floor in fear. There were little railings to hold onto, but they were on the perimeter of the platform opposite the office doors- which basically meant that the rider had to be holding onto them before the elevator lifted. Michael could look out at the outer building shell through the glass as it ascended, or he could look at each set of office doors on each floor rapidly passing before his eyes.

His meeting was on the top floor. The platform did not really match up perfectly with the level of the office floor, so Michael had to step up a bit to meet with the man who was waiting for him there. This was an older gentleman who was sternly authoritative with Mike. He wanted to make sure that Mike didn’t squander his grandfather’s enormous fortune through some foolish mistake. After this orientation session, Michael and my mother’s and grandmother’s cult alters left the entire building complex.

I also have bits of other memories from Michael coming at later times, They are mostly of him entering the building complex itself. Cult visitors will check themselves into a one-story building(it appeared to have a wheelchair ramp in front of it) that is on the left side of the 10-15 story main building. This is a high-level security checkpoint. After successfully acquiring access here, the visitor then travels from that room through a set of doors onto a rampway, which is part of the initial courtyard area. 20-50 yards ahead, in front of the rampway, is the front desk/cubicle area and the inner black building.

One time, on one Mike’s more recent trips, there was a construction crew working to the right of the rampway on the planter/wall area. I remember that the crew stopped what they were doing when they saw Mike come in, and mumbled some things (I think they may have said something to the effect of “that lazy rich kid”), and there was a general bad vibe between them and Mike. Oh, and to those of you who may have been wondering all this time, I (David) do not possess any of the royal money -which is perfectly fine with me.

This building is the one that I saw in 2003 in Anaheim. While on my way to checking out a college, I spotted a medical complex on the corner of N. Brookhurst and W. Crescent. This particular building is between Bryman College and the Brookhurst Community Center. I went over in 2005 to check to see if that Anaheim building was it. Another big surprise awaited me: that old building is no longer there. It must have been completely demolished after I discovered its existence, because a new Bryman College building was built on its former property. However, the new Bryman building was not really built on the foundation of the old building; the Bryman one is situated mostly where the former parking lot was (closer to the Brookhurst streetside).