Scottish Security

by D. P. 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 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.

Edinburgh Castle

This castle in Scotland is used extensively by the Scottish Rite Freemasons, as well as the Illuminati in general. The first time I visited was on my family trip to Europe in 1982. My purpose in coming here was to gain further training to be a knight in the cult.

True to the calling and role of a knight, they had me stay in the soldiers’ barracks in the corner of the property. I remember this being a bit of a pain in the neck because I had to walk pretty far to go anywhere. I do remember running out of there kind of late one day, and I tried to get one of the adults there to give me a ride in his car to my destination. Naturally, he declined.

One of the primary areas I guarded during my training here was the hospital. Many times, I would be late for my shift. This got me into more trouble than anything else in the Illuminati. Two fully-trained knights were assigned to oversee my work. I would work in shifts at different sites within the hospital grounds. Sometimes I would be at the guard gate, other times I would be at the north or south end, or walking in or on top of the central one-story building. I remember being particularly proud of my role when I would walk on the roof of the central building: I could overlook the entire hospital area, as well as other parts of castle on the other side. However, this place was very disturbing. It wasn’t a hospital at all. In general, I never entered the the main hospital building on the north end, but one day I did to deliver a message. I still don’t remember much of what went on when I entered its environment, but suffice it to say, people were not healed here; instead, children were tortured here in the most unfathomable ways as experiments were carried out on them. The contact I met inside told me not to tell anyone about what went on in here, and I knew the consequences if I did. I left the top floor of the building visibly shaken as I ran down the red stairwell to the main gate.

I also remember guarding the prison one day. At first, they set me in charge of watching the handful of prisoners behind the steel fence while I was stationed near the steps to the entrance. I don’t know whether I initiated the conversation or not, but I remember talking to a couple of guys who happened to be twins. I thought that was somewhat interesting to see, but the subject soon turned to religion. What one of the boys said was a message from God. I don’t remember what, verbatim, was said, but the message was essentially this: “Jesus Christ loves you. He doesn’t want you to do these things. He knows that you don’t really belong here; you’re different from the rest of them. He wants you to turn away and follow Him.” Typically, I would brush aside someone like this who was in an inferior position, but they were a bit older and wiser than myself, and I felt like his message carried a supernatural force with it. But I was scared, and I kept saying “I can’t, I can’t” because it seemed an impossibility at the time. They said that they would pray for me. Later on, I remember taking the prisoners down the stairs inside the prison with one of the adult guards to one of the adjacent rooms at the bottom. I was really sick to my stomach doing this. We sat them down on the benches in the room. At one point, I walked in the room, and the twin boys spotted me again and tried to say something to me, probably pleading for their life. I feared the consequences of insubordination too much, so I just ignored them; but amazingly to me, they said that they were still praying for me.

There was one other place that I specifically remember guarding at the castle: the underground vaults. On my final day of training, I was given a test to stand watch over certain areas there. I don’t remember exactly what I did wrong, but I failed this test. I’m not sure if I was given a second chance - probably not. Needless to say, I was extremely disappointed.

Not all of my visit to the castle was about knight training. I also was free to engage in other activities as well, every now and then. Particularly, I was given permission to practice the organ while I was there. The only time they could afford to let me do this was early in the morning, and the only place they had such an instrument of quality was in St. Margueret’s Chapel. I would have to walk or run there each day, and my trainer had to meet me at the door of the chapel to let me in. I would spend a great deal of time running through exercises and experimenting with new chord progressions at the organ that rested behind the pulpit. I had a very strange feeling walking into the chapel each day; here I was, a boy engaging in heinous cult activities regularly, and I had the audacity to use God’s house as a “practice room” for the cult. Nevertheless, by the end of my stay, I was feeling a certain level of comfort in the church. I remember having a stern conversation with my trainer one morning next to the guard rails in front of the chapel.

During my stay at the castle, my parents and my sister resided there with me, and I would usually see them in the night-time. Considering that both my sister and brother are adopted, and since the Illuminati are obsessed with true bloodlines, it would appear that my sister’s biological clan had Scottish roots. Everyone has always said my sister and I look very similar. I remember attending some sort of ritual/meeting at the Hall of Armour one night. Before it started, I arrived in the courtyard of the Hall to a group of people congregating there outside, at about dusk. From the way everyone approached me, and the way they would address my surname, it would seem that the Marr family name is highly respected in this circle. There are very few leads in the mainstream world as to the origin of the name, and the family crest symbolism is quite vague (other then a few Masonic symbols), but there might be a possibility the name could have been derived from Ugaine Mar(the Great) of Ireland, whose posterity settled in Scotland centuries later. Whatever is really the case, I enjoyed instant popularity from most of the people while I was there. Unfortunately, I do not remember much from the ritual other than staring at the armor on the walls a lot, but there was a great deal of mass chanting.

As part of my routine at the castle, I was given a secular job to do while tourists were visiting. I was assigned to the “tanks” gift shop, where I helped set up the merchandise and also assist customers. I don’t know why they always gave me “customer service” related positions. It really grated on my nerves, and I hated it after a while. I just remember all of the patrons commenting on my American accent while I was working there. I was told to tell them that I was on vacation, helping my Scottish uncle. One time, when I was given a break, I went to go check on my sister at her worksite to see if she could eat lunch with me. She worked in the kitchen at the cartshed snackbar. I felt pretty sorry for her because it seemed like such a menial duty. It’s interesting, because apparently I had enough confidence to just barge in the kitchen area and start asking around for my sister’s whereabouts. Eventually, they found her, and she and I sat down at one of the tables outside where we proceeded to complain incessantly about our jobs. I don’t think her boss gave her permission to eat lunch with me; she could only take a short break.

At this point, I really don’t remember much from the Palace inside the castle, other than receiving a private tour by one of the trainers. He emphasized that I would need to cultivate more leadership skills to succeed in the cult. I also remember the Laich Hall where myself and the rest of the children were given lectures. As crazy as it sounds, one kid and I crawled into the underground area (I’m not sure which one of us came up with the idea) and spied on the room from under the bench that was built into the wall.

At the end of my stay, my parents picked me up outside the War Memorial, where I instantly snapped out of my cult alter to my front alter. I was laying on the stone horse. They made it seem as though I had only spent the day visiting this museum.

Stirling Castle

This is yet another castle I visited in the summer of ‘82. My sister and I stayed here for at least a few days. This is the castle that was traditionally held by the Earls of Mar; there is a high probability that my Marr line is connected with them. Indeed, I felt that this was “my” castle when I came here. Once again, I had knight training during my stay.

One day we had a mock battle between two teams in the Guardroom Square at the Outer Close. My team was instructed the protect the Guardroom. It was an exciting battle, and the other team was sorely beaten. I was commended for my part.

Just below, and in front of, the Guardroom Square is a ditch. One time, I was left out in the middle of it by myself with no weapons. All I remember is being terrorized by a knight in full armor charging at me on a horse. I was supposed to perform some sort of manuver.

Nearby is the Casemates area where there is a restaurant now. I think I remember waiting for my sister on one of the benches in front one day. I think she also worked at the Gunner’s House and Kitchen in the Outer Close area.

One of the places I worked at was the Guard house in the Nether Bailey. I didn’t get along too well with my trainers. I was late as usual, and they liked to crack jokes about me. One day I was particularly churlish and impudent, so they got fed up and put me in the prison room of the Guard House. There was a stupid dummy set up in there for the tourists, whom my trainers affectionately named “Charlie”. They kept on joking that Charlie was my boyfriend. I was planning kick the daylights out of it, but they became very serious and said they would kick my butt if I touched him.

Another time, I remember walking around freely near the Outer Close/ Great Hall open area. My sister and her group were busy with some exercise taking place near the cannons on the grass of the Outer Close. For some reason, I was not constrained to participation in a group activity.

One time, I was stationed in the Palace. For a while, I was positioned in the Queen’s Guard Hall, where I stayed in one place for at least a couple hours, then they rotated me into the Queen’s Presence Chamber. A little bit later, I had a private conversation with a top trainer in the “Lion’s Den” courtyard. Afterward, she walked up the stairs to have a meeting for a while inside while I waited on the outside bench. Eventually, she came out, and we walked out of the courtyard to the Ladies’ Hole, which had an incredible view. Strangely, I kind of feel like I had a personal relationship with this person.

I believe it was with this same woman that I had a tour of the Chapel Royal. She told me all about it, and seemed to drill the idea into me that this was “my” Chapel - that’s why I get the strong impression that this castle is intimately tied to my family line. I think my sister was with us, and I think she felt a little bit left out.

I remember the last day, when my parents picked us up. I was walking up the hill to the Chapel area courtyard, and my sister was waiting out front. I recall telling her to come with me because our folks had arrived. It’s so odd, in the cult setting, I felt superior to my siblings (who were adopted) in a strange, paternal way.