Field Trips

by David Marr

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, David.

Quite commonly, I would attend schools to perform various tasks for the Illuminati, and to also meet with contacts and add programming to my system. Most of the time, it would be a school in California.

California State University of Sacramento

One time, I performed for a New Artists Festival at California State University of Sacramento, which took place in 1996. My (David’s) whole family drove up to Santa Rosa to see my grandparents “because my grandfather had a heart attack”. Strangely, only my father and brother went to go see him, while my sister, my mother and I hung out at the hotel and the adjacent mall. During this time, Michael switched out with my mom’s cult alter to drive to Sacramento.

We arrived there in the afternoon, and my mother went and checked into Lassen Hall. I was in a really bad mood, so my mother had me wait outside. Afterwards, she went over to the coffee shop to get us some grub.

We then checked into Douglas Hall where we stayed in a dorm room. In the middle of the night, my mother got me up for some reason to perform some cult task together.

The Festival that I played at was in Capistrano Hall. I waited outside by the benches before my turn to play. There, I happened to meet a cute girl who was studying. She asked what I was doing there, and I gave her the scoop. She became very fascinated and started asking a lot of questions, to which I was excited to tell her. Only problem is: I missed my cue. The director frantically stormed out of one of the backdoors looking for me. She yelled at me and told me to get in there. Then I started freaking out. However, when I sat down at the piano, there were a bunch of people cheering stuff like, “Alright, Anthony!”, so my confidence returned, and I gave a good performance.

Later on, maybe the same day, I did a jazz improv concert on the outdoor stage, using an electronic keyboard. I was in a particularly good mood, so my creativity was high, and I did well.

Some time after, a wealthy woman “hired” me from my mom to take a long walk with her. She started asking me many uncomfortable personal questions, so I became a little bit withdrawn. Then, while we were near the steps on the West Bridge, she started getting upset, and said, “I paid for an afternoon with Anthony de Mare. You need to do what I say.” Here in a nutshell is the strange circumstances of my life: I was a prince and a gifted artist, yet I was also a slave.

At another time on the same trip, I was taken over to Riverside Hall to learn some new computer programming skills, and also help others there. I remember I had a pretty bad anxiety problem, and the trainer really had to pull teeth to get me to cooperate on going over there. One of the resident coders was my guide, and he gave me a bit of a hard time.

I also went into the Library to study for a language test. While walking there, which must have been the day after my performance, I passed by a bunch of student booths. Feeling rather cocky and arrogant, I assumed that everyone there must know who I am. I smiled at one of the girls at a table, made eye-contact, and then I heard her say immediately afterward to her friend, “It seems like a lot more high school kids are walking around campus now.” That immediately crushed my ego. Fair enough; I have always looked much younger than my actual age. When I arrived at the library, I sat down in the main courtyard area. About an hour later, I took the test in a nearby room, which I passed.

At Tahoe Hall, I brushed up on my business marketing skills and knowledge.

On this trip, I also had some more programming done with EEG machines. This was performed at Amador Hall. I always hated those stupid machines.

I also met with the C.I.A. while here. I walked with another agent, who was my host, who took me over to Brighton Hall to perform some type of complex mental task. We then walked over to Alpine Hall to meet with the security force. There was someone that they wanted to punish, and the officers told me to take him outside behind the dumpster doors and beat him. I’m not sure what “crime” he committed, but it didn’t seem like he deserved this treatment. So, as soon as we were outside behind the dumpster doors, I told him to just scream like he was being hurt; I didn’t actually lay a hand on him. Later, the host showed me some unusual poles suspended as crossbars, branching from the side of Alpine Hall. I asked him what they were used for, and he said that they hanged “traitors” on them at night.

Speaking of sick punishment, in the middle of the night they had me escort certain students, who were women, out to a green, square, fenced area that had piping inside. This is right next to Shasta Hall. These women were “disobedient”, and had to be locked up in there for a while. I’m not sure if I carried out any other discipline while there.

At some point, I also gave a martial arts class to a couple of students (Illuminati multiples). I was extremely depressed, and was feeling at this time a little unconfident with women, so I didn’t really give them a good lesson.

Later in the trip, toward the end I think, my mother wanted to take a walk in the Arboretum (park). I got into a huge argument with my her, mainly because I was still really depressed, and she ended up leaving me by the entrance while she took a quick walk. Some students yelled for Anthony, but I was sullen and sort of blew them off.

At the end of the trip, my mom and I went to the Riverfront Center to grab a bite to eat. She had me sit down in the outdoor, shaded, bush-covered eating area. While I was there, I saw a girl at a table across from me. I smiled flirtingly at her, but she just ignored me. My mom came back, and we started eating. Then a bunch of my fans saw me and started yelling my name. One said, “Hey Anthony! You are incredible!” I felt pretty good again, and the girl all of a sudden took much more notice of me. My mom said, “See? If you practice hard enough, you could be the best in the world.”

California State University of Long Beach

I was mainly here at various times in college to perform security work, as well as give a few musical performances. During this time, I met my long-time cult girlfriend, Ann. Most of my memories here are about our time together, which I will not get into. However, I will tell you the Illuminati-related info.

I would often spend time in the faculty lounge, while I was working security. I started to develop a really big attitude, to which I would sometimes rage at some of the other workers. At some point, I was pulled aside and reprimanded for this. Most of it was from a depression that was building inside me.

Mainly, I worked inside the North Campus Center, patrolling the grounds. I also spent some time at the Engineering, Liberal Arts, and Psychology centers. The Language Arts building was used for some mind-control programming. I also had a meeting at the KLON jazz radio station as Anthony. I also had an interview at the Telecommunications Center. Sometimes, I led martial arts classes in a room below the Pyramid athletic center.

Additionally, I met with the C.I.A. over here quite frequently. Their headquarters at the school is apparently in the Foundation Building. One time, I remember taking a walk with another agent, while he showed me ways to scope out strangers for certain clues.

I met my girlfriend, Ann, at the Child Development Center. I believe they had me work there for almost a week because they wanted to set us up. The day I met her, I asked her out on a date, but she said she had to think about it and get to know me. By the end of the job, we went on the date. At this place, I watched kids and helped with programming. I also took them outside and trained them in military exercises. One time, the leadership wanted me to take a small child over to a building where the loading docks were (less than a block away). I knew that this kid would be abused. My heart couldn’t bear it, so I told him to run and find his parents (I think he knew where they were at), and not tell them anything about the cult. He agreed and split. When I got to the building, I told the contact that the boy had somehow escaped out of my clutches and ran away. The man’s face went completely white, being flabbergasted how such a small kid could escape from my watch. He was more scared for himself than he was mad at me.

Brooks College, Long Beach, CA

I was at this college on a couple of brief occasions to do security and computer programming work. I was a sort of technical guru, who would troubleshoot many different computer issues, but I (David doesn’t) don’t remember any of the skills at this point.

I mainly worked as the head security guard for the Illuminati: the “keys man”. Often, in the middle of the night, we locked “disobedient” students in the large caged area near the pool to punish them. One night, there was a girl who was just totally flipping out in there, who started going through different personality alters- even the animal ones. I started talking to her, and tried to console her, telling her that I didn’t like the fact that she had to be in there. I really sympathized with her. However, she just lashed out at me, and screamed and yelled at me the whole time.

As security “punishers”, a partner and I would open different dorm rooms and “discipline” certain people that we were assigned to. On one occasion, another alter (not Mike), who was completely demon-possessed and acting by audible instructions by a demon, raped one of the girls. Even this alter knew what he was doing was horrific, but he was under complete control of the demon.