The Leopard with a Bear's Feet

by David Marr

MARTIAL ARTS / FIGHTING EXPERIENCE

What I remember so far of this side of me is sparse, and it is especially hard to dig the memories out. From what I do remember of other parts of my life, it is reasonable to say that I had Knight Templar training, and martial arts classes were a part of that. We became exceptionally good fighters from what I know.

(Speaking as Michael:) My mother would take me to my classes at least once or twice a week. They would be held in a really dumpy-looking, abandoned warehouse, or some sort of similar building in OC (most likely Santa Ana). On the inside, however, it looked like a professional dojo with an expansive main room. On my first visit, there were between 6-7 other kids there besides myself, both male and female. I just remember being in abject fear as he described what kind of hell he would put us through, as we were lined up against the wall. He may have even abused us a little bit to break us in. I have later memories of this place, in which I utilized weapons for sparring. Not surprisingly, my Mom was usually late, for which the instructor chewed her out. At a certain level of our training, it was revealed to us that this instructor was none other than Bruce Lee! He gave each of us a copy of Enter the Dragon to study as much as possible. Apparently, he had gotten sick of being a celebrity, and the Illuminati wanted him to train their elite full-time, so they struck a deal. His death was faked, they gave him extensive plastic surgery, and he started seriously developing his art to extraordinary heights underground. He also trained me in L.A.’s Chinatown at the rec. center, and also at his old studio nearby. We would train in the upstairs area where the windows had been covered. On some occasions, Bruce would have attackers waiting for us after training to test us. I became one of his top students.

Related to these classes was a retreat we had that was held up in the mountains somewhere. During this time, we had intense, brutal sparring sessions, as well as designated times for meeting with spiritual leaders, or “wise men” of the martial arts. We all wore black uniforms, and I was some sort of leader in these sessions. This kind of training really made my kung fu classes in David’s (*latest timeline) front life look like ballet classes.

In addition to the fighting I did in the C.I.A., there were other miscellaneous times where I exercised my fighting skills. There is one incident (*latest timeline) in high school that is related to the fighting side of me. (Speaking as David:) It was my Junior year, in the first semester. For some reason, I was called out of class to go talk with the vice-principal of discipline. I was clueless as to why I was in a meeting with him, so he explained that there had been a huge brawl that occurred after the football game the night before. From the info that he had, he said that it had been a planned fight between our school and the rival, and it took place at the rival school (we played all of our home games there). He said he had very credible sources that said I was there. I thought that this was completely ludicrous: for one, because I didn’t have any visible signs on me from being in a fight, and also since I had a class at a college on that night of the week for math, from 6-9 p.m. He didn’t believe me, so I insisted that he call my parents. My folks confirmed this, so he let me go. But then he called me in 2 more times! He started giving me lines like, “Why don’t you tell me the truth, now.” I couldn’t believe someone would say these things about me; I thought for sure I was being framed. I demanded that he tell me who his “credible” witnesses were, but then he got a bit of a fearful look and said, “No, I can’t tell you that. They are people I trust, though.” He had no hard evidence on me, so he finally stopped harassing me after awhile.

Actually, thinking back, I now believe I did participate in this fight. (Speaking as Mike:) I don’t know whether I was requested to come, or if I personally felt compelled to fight. I arrived at the rival school with a cult friend, and we walked behind the football bleachers, from the tennis courts to the main parking lot. As I was entering this scene, which seemed to have attracted a great deal of “publicity” at school, some girls from the cult, a popular bunch who my front also knew from school, were hanging out near the snackbar and greeted me in somewhat of a flirtatious manner. My friend went ahead to the fight area since he didn’t know these girls that well. One of the girls immediately recognized that it was not my front alter. She gasped and said, “That’s-!”, but the girl next to her covered the girl’s mouth and whispered “Shut up!” I chatted with them for a short while. As I was talking, I was checking out everyone in the general area, with my cult self’s confidence. I heard one girl from another group mumble, “Who does he think he is?”, but I just blew it off. I told the girls I was with that I was there for the fight, and I’d better get over there. They started whining, “Don’t go fight. Stay here with us.” I smiled and said goodbye to them. When I entered the parking lot, everyone was lined up, getting ready to challenge each other in individual skirmishes. I asked my friend who was in charge, and he told me that it was one of the big guys that my front side knew from school. When I approached him, he seemed surprised to see me there, and said something to the effect, “Can you really fight?” I said, “Don’t worry about it. I’m a martial artist.” So he said, “Alright, take this guy over here then. He’s about your size.” When the fighting actually began, I made short work of my challenger, and I went over to help my team in various spots where they were having problems. Just before the fight broke up, I was taking on one of the better rival fighters who was left. We saw the administrators rounding people up, so the two of us respectfully ended the match and ran. The teachers tried to catch me, but I was able to bolt out of there without being caught. Unfortunately, one of them knew who I was and yelled, “You might as well turn yourself in now, David”, but I ignored him. I guess that explains who my principal’s trustworthy sources were. We definitely won the brawl. I ran over to my friend’s car that was parked on one of the side streets at the north end of the school. I waited for what seemed like forever for my friend to come back. Finally, I got impatient and a little worried, so I secretly spied out the school courtyard from the fenced area. The place was crawling with teachers, so I stayed out of sight. I thought that he may have been injured, but either way, the teachers must have gotten him, so I had to split. I ended up walking home.

(Speaking as David:) On the original timeline, I started studying karate with a close friend of mine under Sensei F. Demura at the age of 9. That training would continue until each time they went back to change the timeline. Under the most recent timeline, I studied kung fu, and I didn’t take it seriously. Part of the problem is that I never sparred while taking it. As a result, I, as a front alter, was a lousy fighter.

Michael still fought right up until his end. It is important to understand that there are two warring major cult factions, which is fed by racial tension. One side, the Alumbrados, appears to be based on the Spanish Hapsburg lineage, and was founded by Loyola; the other side is the Illuminati. Michael had been in a high, recognized leadership role (especially in 2004), so he had many opponents wishing to challenge him from the other faction. Additionally, members of his own side would fight him because of my (David's) actions, which were perceived as disobedience. Michael fought many people across the country, often in a brutal manner. Both factions commit abominable acts such as killing each other, and engaging in kidnap-rape hostage situations (no one in our system ever did this)- in the name of their sick war.