Introduction to My Testimony
by D. P. Marr
About 23 years ago, I discovered that I am a programmed Illuminati slave with multiple personalities: for the purposes of mind-control. I was chosen to have my mind/soul split, and a warped “mind-control programming system” created in my mind by the government and the Illuminati satanic cult, because of my levels of intelligence and creativity, and more importantly, because I come from high-level satanist bloodlines that have actively participated in the Masonic/ Prieure de Sion organization, and earlier luciferian connections such as the Roman Empire, for countless generations. I am a prince in the House of Orange-Nassau (through a secret bloodline). I am a Merovingian(Danite).
I have always had clues to the fact that I have other dissociated personalities in my body, as memories would occasionally surface in dreams, but it took a review of Fritz Springmeier and Cisco Wheeler’s work on Illuminati Monarch mind-control to trigger my past, and start to put things together in a cohesive, coherent fashion. That was just a starting point; since then my research has travelled in many different directions. A crucial factor was the technique I developed, which is in my article Vocalorgonometry. Basically, Vocalorgonometry brings the personalities and corresponding souls back together again in fusion, to the personality that performs the technique. With the aid of it, I have been able to dismantle much of the programming system, and I have already disabled completely my main cult alter(personality/soul), Michael. He originally told me that he converted to Christianity, but I have since found out that he was extremely evil; that is, he never reformed.
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. In essence, I have become the Christian "mirror" of Michael. Anytime that I say "my front (alter)", I am really talking about me, David.
The journey has been long, arduous, and particularly painful, but well-worth the enlightenment. This summary of my experiences is by no means comprehensive; it is, in general, just the “tip of the iceberg”. The following autobiography will disturb many readers in certain sections: it is sometimes graphic. Just know that I am telling it like it was, without watering it down. I am risking my life by engaging in this work. The only reason I undertake this task is because I believe the Illuminati will destroy our society(in addition to countless lives already), and my allegiance to God in Jesus Christ calls for me to expose what I know.
The Training Meeting
This is the earliest, clear memory I have of my life. I was probably between 2 and 3 years old. My mother dressed me very nicely, and she was very meticulous in an attempt to make me look perfect. Shortly thereafter, I was whisked into the family car. My mother was very nervous, very panicky. She kept on saying we had to hurry. I never really see my mom speeding and driving erratically, but she was on this day. I told her it was OK; we didn’t have to rush. She told me in a very solemn, frightened tone, “You don’t understand. We CANNOT be late for these people.”
The next thing I remember is that I was sitting on the floor of some sort of lobby. In a way, it was like the front room to a home; however, judging from the way it was structured, it very likely was not. I was told by my mom to just sit still on the floor and play with my toy. I was very dissociative, and I just remember feeling the texture of the toy -not really aware of what was going on around me. My mom left me there and went in to talk with someone in a different room. After about 5-10 minutes, she came back with another woman, who my mom seem to be intimidated by (but it was obvious they knew each other well). This woman told me to accompany my mom and herself to another room. (Now, as I left that lobby area, I had to walk up a couple of steps onto a raised, wooden walkway that appeared to run straight through the center of the room directly to two very large, elaborately finished doors. On the other side of the walkway, opposite the lobby area where I was that had couches and chairs, there was what appeared to be a small library with a few furnishings.) Then I remember being just outside the double doors with my mother and the woman on either side of me. The woman told me something like, “It’s OK. You don’t need to be scared.” My memory fails me on what happened immediately after the doors were opened.
The following point where my memory becomes clear again was when I was inside the room (a very large hall with expensive interior decorations), walking amongst the group of people, being introduced to different individuals and left to speak with them one-on-one. These people were very unique in character compared to anyone I have ever met in my life.
One man looked to be middle-aged(maybe older), and he was sitting in a chair next to a small table under some sort of small canopy(or booth?). He was dressed in a finely-tailored suit. There were other people standing around him, almost as if they were catering to his needs. He looked at me with a very powerful stare that seemed to look straight into my soul as we were talking. He asked me many questions, and then followed the inquiry with some very profound advice(which I cannot remember) and said he had confidence in me. He appeared to be a very important, busy man, so I was not able to speak with him very long.
The only other person I remember meeting that day in that room was a woman who, as I can recall, was dressed in some strange costume or dress (almost like like a dinner show dress with headdress), but it looked beautiful on her. In a similar fashion to the man I had met earlier, she asked me quite a few questions, but she seemed to be more condescending toward me, yet also somewhat flirtatious in a very peculiar manner.
And that is where the memory ends.
The “Concentration Camp” (Area 51)
Parts of this memory first resurfaced in a highly intense dream. For an hour after I had it, I could not convince myself that it was just a dream. I thought I couldn’t go to school. I was unbelievably terrified. I never was convinced it was a just a dream; I just pushed it to the back of my mind. Unfortunately, many of the memories of the traumas I re-lived in the dream still cannot be recovered.
This is how it begins. The first thing that needs to be understood is that my father would take me to military open-houses from the moment I was born. So when I was about 2 or 3 years old, my Illuminati alter Dad brought me into some type of military cargo plane. Very likely, he told me we were going to take a trip in the plane, because I remember protesting when I was strapped into the bench and that he was obviously going to leave. I remember that there were very many children on this plane in the same predicament I was in, lined on the benches like sardines. After my dad left, the plane took off with the back loading door still open (this same experience would haunt me in fictitious nightmares for the rest of my childhood, where I would find myself falling out of the plane as it ascended). The only other thing I remember about the plane trip was that most of the other children across from me on the other side of the plane were balling and screaming their heads off, but I was just too petrified to utter a sound or move a muscle.
The next set of events I remember took place in what appeared to be a very large aircraft hanger, but it also resembled a gigantic warehouse. It was underground. Hanging from the ceiling on each side of the hanger were hundreds(or thousands?) of cages, interlocked in a grid pattern, each individual cage just large enough to fit one of us kids into it. There was also another hanging set of cages running perpendicular to the two sides, so it formed a perfect “U”- each set of cages equal to the others. In the middle of this unusual hanging structure was a platform where various “experiments” and rituals would be performed by men in lab coats, and by other hooded black-robed men. There were also small isolated areas with operation tables in the middle of them, where gray aliens (demonic entities- Nephilim) would work on children in a tortuous manner. They were lightning quick and precise in their movement, with an icy countenance. Of course, this was all fenced off so no victims could escape (or fall off the ledge, I presume. It was a very long drop.). Connected to the middle platform’s fence was a metallic ramp walkway, which was also very secure. The walkway seemed be at least a few yards from contact with the cages, so it also formed a “U” like the cages, and wrapped around the middle platform. It also appeared to ascend, just slightly, plateauing at the base of the “U”. At the “top of the U”(the fourth side) was some sort of large gray tower ("Beast"computer). The adults would come from an elevator on each side of it, where they would enter the walkway. I vaguely remember that there was some kind of design(s) on it (I believe it was the “peace symbol”.), but I don’t remember the details. Aliens were constantly working on it, modifying different areas. The only real impression I had of the tower was that it seemed supernatural because it had a very surreal glow.
I remember being in one of the cages on the left side of the U-shape, somewhat just above the level of the walkway, somewhere in the middle of the set of cages. I would watch various types of people walk up and down this walkway. I watched this area like a hawk, trying to figure out if there was a way to evade all personnel if I could somehow make it to the walkway. One time, I saw someone who had the obvious appearance of a high-level military officer accompanying one of the lab coat workers. I yelled and screamed, “Help!” trying to get this man’s attention. Somehow, he heard me over all the other noise and stopped. Shortly thereafter, the guy in the lab coat opened a gate on the fence of the walkway and boarded a square platform that was also fenced off (Now here is a detail I don’t recall very well. It seemed to be utilizing aether energy that moved, or floated, to whatever cage he wanted to reach.). He moved the platform over to my cage (the man was very rough; he didn’t seem to like having to release me) and brought me out onto the platform with him, and we moved back to the walkway. The officer was waiting for us at the gate as it attached itself again to the walkway. As soon as the gate was opened, he started landing punches on me, giving me a severe beating, and subsequently raping me. I just remember lying there, not being able to move from the pain and shock and the feeling of total disgust, even though the man in the lab coat was yelling at me to get up.
Another memory involves another man, who I believe also wore a doctor’s coat, who was well-known by everyone in the area, and seemed to be in some part of the command there. On one of the rare occasions they were nice to me, he gave me a little tour of the facility, very graciously introducing me to everyone who passed by and complimenting me to them. One part of the tour I remember extremely well was when we came to the “bottom of the U” of the cage arrangements (facing the large gray tower and to the right of my cage group). He said very frankly, “See the children in these cages? They are going to die.” In shock and dismay, I protested, “Why are they going to die?” “Because they are very bad children, so they must die”, he replied. He said something to the effect that I was more special than them, so I wouldn’t be killed, provided of course that I remained a good boy. But by just looking at the pain and resignation on their pitiful faces (it was almost if they were reaching out to me with their eyes to help them somehow), I knew they weren’t bad enough to die the way this man said. There were boys in some of the cages that looked at me with utter hatred, perhaps because of my more favorable position, but I felt deep sorrow for all of them, and deep down in my heart I knew I was no better than them. I’ve lived with that severe guilt my whole life; they did not deserve to die anymore than I did. Why I was chosen to live I still can’t comprehend, even with the superficial reasons.
In a memory related to this entire experience, I was perhaps in a different room, but I was in a giant cage that seemed to stretch many feet both in length and in height. I was with a large group of children. We were all naked. We were lined up, one behind the other. I know we must have been given some kind of drug, because everything is blurred and hazy in the memory. At the back of the line, we were given some instructions that we were to carry out when we arrived at the front of the line. When we came to the front of the line, there were two men several yards away. One of the two men, who was wearing some type of military uniform (Nazi), barked out orders to carry out the instructions we were given. I (most of us, for that matter) could not do it (I think we had to memorize something) because I could not concentrate at all. Those who could not fulfill the orders were shocked by a monkey with some kind of electrical baton. The monkey also seemed to take some kind of sadistic pleasure in this, as the man in the uniform laughed. That stupid chimp also liked to hang from the upper corner of the cage when he wasn’t being used.
The last, somewhat clear memory also involved a sizeable group of us children(I believe we were all boys in this situation). We were taken outside the hanger onto the outside grounds. It appeared to take place either at night or in the very early morning, for the facility’s outside lights were on. Once again, we were lined up for punishment. Each one of us were whipped many times on the rear by some soldier. However, this guy didn’t seem to enjoy his task at all; he just seemed to be following orders, and he let us know that this was the case.
The only other things I remember are very brief. I remember that throughout the day, they would flash red and green lights in our cages constantly. I also remember a time when one of the workers in the middle platform was lifting a knife to kill another child, and I yelled, “No! Leave him alone!” Because most of the other children were quiet out of fright and anticipation, he heard me and stopped for a moment, giving me the look of death. I don’t know what happened after that. I vowed then that if I ever made it out of that place alive, I would, one day, have my revenge for what they did the other children and me.
Above Diagram:
Elevators to surface
Beast Computer
Cages filled with kids
Ritual area
Experiment tables
Ramp/walkway
Floating transport
E.G. & G Special Projects Building
I was on a trip to Las Vegas with my family when I was brought to this facility. My mother took my brother, sister, and me to “run a few errands”. By the time we arrived here, we were all in our cult alters. We parked the car, and my sister and brother walked in ahead of my mom and me. I was in a good mood, maybe feeling a little bit over-confident as well. This may have had something to do with the fact that I was scheduled have an important meeting here. We walked through a corridor until we stopped at the door of an office. When the door opened, I was in for the shock of my life. Those awful gray aliens, two of them, were standing on each side of an operating table. I knew what this meant and was horrified, but my family grabbed me as I tried to run. They performed an extraordinarily painful operation on me. It may have been at this occasion that they put the liquid crystal implants into my eyes.
The Hearst Castle (San Simeon, CA)
I originally accessed this memory through indirect research on the Illuminati. I was reading about William Randolph Hearst, and the researcher (Fritz Springmeier) casually mentioned that the Hearst Castle (which William built with his enormous fortune) is now owned by the State of California and is regularly used for Illuminati hierarchy rituals. I felt inclined to find pictures of the place, which I found through various sources on the Internet. Since then, this has become my standard method of accessing memory. What I saw triggered almost an avalanche of repressed memories. Chronologically, I do not know in what order these memories belong in, but I will list them.
One memory starts out in a very dimly-lit room. It is daytime, but all the windows have been covered, and only a minimal amount of light is shining through. I am with a man who seems to have been using me for something I didn’t like (this is just the feeling I am left with in reference to it). He says that I am free to go. Now, it’s strange, but I remember thinking that I was an animal (it might have been a cat) and that I had to watch over the castle. I was wearing a black robe. I walked through a very dark hallway and stopped at one of the doors, just observing the light shining through (the Hearst Castle has extraordinarily unique and peculiar architecture that is not found anywhere else in the outside world -- and this also pertains to the types of doors). The door had multiple circular holes on the top half of it where sunlight would filter inside the hallway. I was intrigued by this, so I opened the door. I found myself on the side of a very long, expansive, well-lit corridor with a pool that stretched through the middle of it. The corridor had an incredible height, and the ceiling was completely a sunroof with wooden beams supporting it crosswise. I decided to approach the water and feel it. When I did, a woman in a blue or purple robe/ costume rushed over and gently told me to come back inside. That is where the memory fades.
The next memory opens with a group of us boys following a man into a white structure outside (which is evidently the pool house). It is very early in the morning (perhaps 4 or 5 a.m.). We walked downstairs and entered a very dark room that contained a short stretch of walkway which adjoined a pool. The room actually seemed quite small. There were steps to enter the pool. Interestingly, the pool continued under the wall opposite us. This was obvious because the wall ended at the top of the water, and there was a little bit of light barely fading into the water from the other part of the pool. We were all ordered to get in the water. I did not want to, but he yelled at me and so did the other kids, so I got in. Next, he told us, when he gave the command, we were to swim under the wall and not rise to the surface until we came to the end of the grid pattern. We may have swam in teams. Most of the other kids swam under the wall but I kept on wailing that I couldn’t do it (it was actually because I thought they were going to trick me again and I wouldn’t be able to come up for air). The man just kept on chastising and threatening me to the point where I just went ahead and did it. The pool was immediately lit with early morning haze as we passed under the wall. I couldn’t make it all the way to the end of the pattern so I came up for air midway through. I didn’t think I could swim the rest of the way, but two other kids talked me through to the goal (I’m not even sure if these kids were real; maybe they were imaginary or spirit guides). When we reached the end of that grid pattern, we were in the main part of the pool, which also, incidentally, had a grid pattern. There was giant temple in front of us at the side of the pool. There were some adults in the water watching us. Somehow we were kept afloat; I can’t remember how. There were also a few people in the temple. The memory fades away. [Note: I had a dream later in my childhood where this pool formed the setting for (what I believed to be) a conversation with God. I was told that this was God’s Heavenly court. It was the exact same pool, complete with the temple and the two pillared structures at each side of the pool.]
Next, it is a couple of hours later, and I am in a dark, very tiny room which adjoins a short hallway that curves right to the outside. I am scared out of my wits because I hear a man outside chanting and yelling (I think it must have been in either Latin, Gaelic, or an aramaic language), and I knew by this time that I was about to enter a ritual. The other boy was just as frightened as myself, and he was cowering in the corner. Either the man chanting or someone working with him came in from the outside and grabbed the other boy. In the moments that followed, what I heard from that man and that boy threw me into a mode of stark terror. A little bit later, someone came and brought me out. I saw an altar in front of me, and the man chanting was at the front of it lifting his hands to the sky in a state of absolute demonic possession. He was wearing a very elaborate costume that was big and colorful. The ritual took place on the stage of the temple that was in front of the pool (I could see the pillars and the pool in front of me). What I saw on the altar and what happened next was too horrendous to deal with, because what little I remember is that the boy was dismembered.
I have yet another major memory of the Castle, and this one takes place in a main hall/ meeting area. I am sitting down in one of the chairs facing the wall, with another chair facing me. I believe I am wearing my black robe. I am waiting for someone, so I fill my time admiring and analyzing the gigantic picture of painted fabric (fresco?) hanging on the wall. After a while, a man in a black robe comes over and sits in the chair opposite me. He begins talking to me about a very serious subject. What subject, I don’t know, but he is kindly speaking to me in a solemn tone that would suggest that I must undertake a great responsibility or honor. I would say this conversation lasts for about 20-30 minutes. Memory ends.
It picks up again on that same night in the same room. There is a panel on the wall under the giant painting which is actually a secret door that opens up into an adjoining hallway. I am with a group of boys (7 to 10) again, and we are filing into that hallway under the direction of the adult leader. There is a picture of the Virgin Mary with baby Jesus next to the door on the wood-panel wall. I get a strange feeling looking at it as I pass by it, so I ask the leader about it. He gives me some short answer and tells me to get in the room. Memory fades and picks up again in the corner of the hallway in a room just outside the main hall. It appears that we are in some type of storage room. I have a feeling this whole memory must have taken place sometime after that day of the pool ritual, because I have bonded and made friends with some of these boys (you will see how that relates in just a moment). We (except the leader) are all wearing white thin linen robes, like the kind of clothes you would imagine men in Biblical times wearing. We are told to line up against the walls and listen to instructions. The walls and floor appear to be covered in plastic. Now this is where things get crazy. I think that the leader tells me to kill some of the other boys with a dagger that he is holding. I don’t think I comply (the very chilling thought is that I don’t know for sure), and I’m not sure if he told the other 2 or 3 boys next to me to do it, but 4 to 6 boys end up being killed right then and there from that dagger. I remember the blood everywhere coming from their white clothes and that they hardly moved at all when they were being murdered (I’m not certain if their hands were bound or why they couldn’t or didn’t somehow put up a great struggle). Somehow the other boys and I were able to compose ourselves enough out of the utter shock and horror to follow the leader out into the main hall again. We walk to the other end of the room (to the right of the chair I was sitting in earlier), and we are lined up in a row facing a wooden set of 3 podiums that match the dark color and finish of the walls. The podium in the middle is higher than the ones on either side of it. I think I was already too traumatized to be shocked by what I now saw in front of me. On each podium was a woman, and they were all naked from the waist up. I’m not sure, but they might have been wearing crowns or some other headdress. I remember the one woman on the higher podium chanting a bit and giving orders, and having the other children and I repeat what were ritual oaths. Before doing it, I looked to see if the other boys would comply- because I didn't want to. They did, so I figured that I better say the oaths since I was too scared to rebel on my own. The memory ends here for the final time.
The House of Temple (Supreme Council of the 33- Scottish Rite)
This nefarious temple is located in the heart of Washington, D.C. I happened to be doing some research on Freemasonry, and I saw a few shots from the inside of the building. I still have a very incomplete memory of what happened here, but what I do remember carries with it serious implications.
The first memory begins with me at the top of the steps of the Atrium, next to the hallway. The stairway is well-lit. We are about to carry out a ritual. I think I am in my black ritual robe carrying something. I am supposed to be joined by another child who is still in the hallway. It’s possible that there might be a problem with him, and that he is in trouble with one of the leaders. Eventually, I walk down the steps for the ritual to the pitch-black Atrium which was only lit by candles. The altar table in the middle of the room is covered with a black tablecloth, and there are candles and various ritual items on it. The memory ends.
One more memory occurs in the main Council hall. The room is filled, with all the Council members in their seats at the sides and a large number of people gathered outside the main presentation floor. My Illuminati alter Mom and Dad (especially my Mom) are coaching me and encouraging me regarding what I am called to do in a few minutes. There are 2 to 4 of us boys who then walk onto the floor to the table in the middle of the room that has a book on it. We made some pre-planned movement around the table and a woman greeted us there. I think she presented us with something, and we were supposed to walk up to the throne area afterward. As far as being at the throne area, everything about it was completely surreal, especially the strange glowing light coming from the top of the Grand Master’s throne. I think I might have believed he was God, or at least a god. There appeared to be sex slaves of some sort lying down on the ledge below the snake engravings on each side of the thrones. I remember very little about my short meeting with the Grand Master. I just remember kneeling in front of him and something important occurred. This part of the memory evokes a feeling of complete detachment, as if it took place in the very deepest part of my brain. The memory ends.
Scotty’s Castle (Death Valley, CA)
I originally remembered events that took place at this castle at some point later in childhood in a dream. I believe that my visit to this castle was occasioned to teach me leadership skills within the structure of the Illuminati. Though I had some difficulties or hardships here, for the most part my stay at this place was designed to instill confidence in me, as well as a lust for power.
My family was on some sort of vacation(though I’ve asked my parents, and they deny memory of this trip), and we were trying to find a restaurant to eat at. Somehow, we ended up in the driveway of this castle. We got out of the car and looked around. It seemed like no one was there. I immediately saw the tower with the turret and wanted to go in it, but it was closed. So I started checking out the planter structure that was in middle of the driveway. Meanwhile, my brother and sister were clamoring over the gate that was closed. They were peering through the holes into the courtyard. I noticed their excitement, so I wanted to have a peak.
We all went into a building nearby, the restaurant, to eat. I remember sitting at a large table, eating some appetizers with my family. We were famished. Everyone who was working there, and also my family, were acting very strangely, in a dreamy sort of way. At some point in the meal, I must have been delivered into the hands of the residing Illuminati.
The first strong memory involves a group of kids and I accompanying some sort of leader to the pool area. I remember that when we finally got to the pool, I was disappointed because it was not a pool at all; it looked more like a stadium for a rodeo or a bullfight (public guests to the castle are told that this is Scotty’s unfinished pool). I think I might have been scolded for complaining about this fact. This particular visit took place at some point in the early dawn hours. I remember that something very strange and frightening happened in the open air room just behind the entrance to the “pool”. What precipitated this event were some insults from some of the other boys toward me. The leader had all of the boys line up, and gave me some type of weapon to enact vengeance on those guys. I remember liking the idea at first, but it all just seemed too sick and twisted, so I didn’t do very much to them. We were also supposed to perform for some type of test. That’s all I remember.
Another memory took place at the Clock(Chimes) Tower. I just remember being in a somewhat drugged state of mind, and it was sometime in the early to mid-afternoon. A group of us boys were taken up to the second level porch. The leader was going to take all of them inside, but he told me that I would have to stand guard outside. I was very upset and felt excluded, and one of the other kids even complained to the leader about it, but the command was final. So I walked back downstairs. I had a small gun with me that they gave to me (I believe it was a 9mm, which I knew how to load and fire by this point). I was really from the scorching heat, which made me even more delirious. I heard some pretty painful screams from the top of the tower, so I felt a little bit more relieved that I was outside. I pretty much paced back and forth on the porch, and roamed around the front of the tower within a few square yards of it. I also remember talking to some adult who was standing outside, not too far away from where I was, I'm not sure; it might have been an angel-- God's angel. He didn't seem intimidated by my gun. The memory ends.
The first time I remember taking any kind of role as a leader was when the main adult leader assigned all of us jobs in the castle to do one day, in teams. I was made the head of a group of three; a boy and a girl accompanied me. I didn’t want to lead a group, but he forced me to. We were instructed to clean shelves that held rare, artistically-woven baskets. I just remember feeling uncomfortable with the whole scenario, because, when the main leader left us, I knew the boy was afraid of me, and the girl showed an evident scorn toward me. I delegated responsibility to the two; I barely did anything but oversee their work, maintaining an orderly, presentable arrangement in my head for the wall. I think I recall one of the kids slightly damaging one of the baskets, and I just about flipped out. I knew that this would come down on my head. I think we ended up hiding the damage by carefully placing the basket in a certain position.
I remember that we stayed at a house that was situated somewhat toward the side of the main castle area. It was on a slightly elevated plain, with steps leading up to the porch from the red gate with spires at the bottom. During most days, we were instructed to stay inside the house, and severe punishment would meet those that tried to leave. I remember that on one occasion, I was in charge of a group of kids, making sure they were following this rule. One boy (maybe it was the same one in my shelve-cleaning group?) just freaked out and lost his judgment. I had to physically restrain him from getting through the door. He escaped at one point when I had fallen asleep, and I became furiously indignant when I awoke, because I could only narrowly see this as an affront against my leadership. I think I had been messing around sexually with the girl before I fell asleep. I don’t know what happened to him after that.
I also remember walking through a hallway with many green doors, turning a corner and finding myself in a sunlit corridor with a wall of windows. For some reason, I stayed there, and perhaps I sat down. At some point later on, I found myself there with one of the leaders, and he had a group of younger boys lined up against the windowless wall. They were obviously lined up for some kind of punishment. The leader had one of them bend over or something, and he wanted me to torture him with some sort of weapon (I’m not sure what). I looked at the kids’ sad, pitiful faces, and I knew I could not do it. What is more, as far as I knew, these children had not committed a crime, and this was senseless injustice. I told the leader that I wouldn’t do it. He kept on threatening, but I refused. As a result, he pulled me aside, and dragged me through the large double-doors into the music room. He gave me a pretty thorough beating, which took place on the railing area in the entranceway.
One memory I have is probably one of the strangest (and they’re all strange) I can remember of my stay at the castle. I was over near the gas pumps/ guard shack helping customers. The customers, for the most part, really seemed to like me, and the leader running the station appeared to take pride in me. My duty was to read how much money each person spent on gas, take their money, then tabulate the change in my head. I would then approach the guard house to get change from my supervisor who held the cashbox. One customer marveled at my ability at such a young age, and started asking a lot of questions about my personal life (for which I had a standard script). As a result, my supervisor quickly removed me from the area. I guess my customer service experience started pretty early.
One particular memory I have of this castle is quite revelatory to me about myself and my abilities. On at least one occasion, the leader (this man, who was the leader in the rest of the memories, was actually a well known pop/film composer) took me to the music room and had me sit at the organ. He sat sort of behind me, to the side, and gave me a lesson on it. I think he made it known that I had some skill to work with. That they would let me try out the organ is what I would perceive as an honor, because that organ, from what I understand, is one of the finest in America.
Freemasonry Meetings
One of the most striking memories I have of a Masonic meeting took place sometime in middle-childhood. I remember that I was accompanying my front alter Mom to a school that had been shut down. She wanted me to come help her find some materials in one of the classrooms so she could use them in her classroom. She (Illuminati alter Mom) opened the door to the room, and I walked in first to the dark environment. Suddenly, I realized that the classroom was lit by candles, and there were men sitting down at long tables in a Satanic ritual arrangement. It is apparent that I had been to one of these meetings before, or it was just my instincts telling me there was something very wrong with this scenario. In complete terror, I ran toward the backdoor of the classroom. Unfortunately, one or two of the men got up and stopped me and pinned me down. My memory fades after that. It picks up again after the meeting. I am outside of the classroom, sitting or laying down on the planter with my Mom and Dad and some type of nurse huddled around me. My vision is very blurry. I have either received a serious injury or was knocked unconscious somehow. I suppose it’s possible that this could be a hypnosis session after the ritual. The memory fades again.
Another short memory took place in a similar setting. I don’t think it was the same classroom. This time, the room was well lit with all of the lights on, and I remember vaguely what some of the members sitting down looked like (one was a police officer in uniform). I was in the middle of the room, taking part in some activity against my will with a grown woman, and a disgusting activity with a man before that. I was then presented to the makeshift three-throne podium arrangement. I believe there was a man on the highest podium, and maybe one or both of the other podiums had women standing on them(I’m very unsure about the latter). The man was chanting something, and asking me questions and forcing me to repeat things throughout the process. The memory ends.
A very different type of memory takes place somewhere in the middle of my childhood (somehow this was triggered while standing in my parents’ garage). The whole family arrives at a large hall somewhere in the middle of the night. We are all groggy, and so is everyone we meet at the hall. It appears to be 5-10 minutes before a meeting is to take place. A great number of people (mostly adults) want to talk to me, and hold lengthy conversations with me upon arrival. It would seem that I might be some sort of leader because a few of the other children interrupt during the conversations and ask quick questions, and then leave. I am very popular and self-confident in this setting. Finally, the meeting begins, and everyone gathers around very large ritual tables with their respective family units. Now, I might be completely wrong about this, but for some reason I get the feeling that I saw my brother and sister in different families (they were adopted, so perhaps these could have been the biological parents?). Something takes place in the middle area. We all rally and cheer around it as if it were some type of sporting event. The memory fades.
Programming Sessions
I have a few of these types of memories that bare quite a resemblance to each other. Most of the time, I was in a drugged state, so these memories are not very clear or in detail. According to my research, these sessions are done to organize purposely-created fragments in the mind (created by trauma), with the end result of mind-control in view (In fact, my stay at the concentration camp was part of the fragmenting process).
The first memory in this area that I have must have taken place around age 3 or 4. I was heavily drugged, and then strapped into a chair. A woman was in charge, my maternal grandmother’s Illuminati alter.. There were two other attendants who would wander back and forth attending to whatever need appeared. Some sort of slide projector was put in front of me to view. The picture it showed was “Another World” by M.C. Escher (I saw it at an Escher website). Escher’s pictures are very strange, surreal, and complex; they distort the normal, 3-D visual sense. This picture had a bird on the ledge of a window in a room. In the other window, a horn was hanging. Just outside the windows was a planet that was green and completely barren with deep, pothole craters. There were many distant stars and planets. All of this was depicted from a few different perspectives in the picture. The woman told me to concentrate on the picture. She told me that I was the bird in the picture. I disagreed and was electroshocked. They would shock me until I would agree with whatever they suggested to me. The woman told me I was a happy bird with my big smile, but deep inside I was lonely because there was no one to keep me company on my planet. She attached a very sacred meaning to the room that the bird was in, and I think the horn had some occultic significance. I was told to protect this room at all costs. She also told me that I was a very intelligent little bird, and that other intelligent birds were on the planets around me. Under certain conditions, I could visit them. I had a hard time accepting a lot of this, and I could detect that she was getting very frustrated with me. The woman would yell at me and the other attendants, as well as using the electroshock, until I complied. The memory ends.
Another memory I have definitely involved LSD, or something similar. I was strapped into a chair (this one also electroshocked), and I was told to think about different colors. As I was doing this, lights corresponding to the particular colors would flash. The female programmer would tell me to form different personalities around each color. These colors were extremely vibrant and permeable; they seemed to be tangible in my mind. All of the statements she made about the colors must have been scripted, because each color was very different from the others, in the sense that a specific set of responsibilities was attached to each one. They all had to interconnect with one another- that seemed to be very important to her (F. Springmeier says that this is Dr. Mengele’s Color Ribbon Programming). She started with green and red, and ended with black. The programmer seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time discussing the black personality; according to her, black was the most holy with its supernatural gifts (He was also given a double-portion of spirit during the split). At some point in the middle of all of this, I gained enough consciousness to see someone entering the room (I was facing the doorway). The attendants seemed be worried about me, and they kept on asking me how I felt. The programmer may have made some use of the door in her script. The memory ends.
There is yet another memory I have involved sitting in a large dark auditorium (maybe I was in the chair again?). There might have been other children present with me; I don’t know. All of a sudden smoke started pouring out from the walls, and red and green lights started flashing. At some point, I was told to concentrate on the image emanating from the slide projector. On the wall, there was a giant grid. The background of it was light blue, and the lines of the grid were a red or yellow color. In the middle of the grid, there was a large Greek letter. The only reason I know this is because they told me that it was during the session. They ran through a series of them while I was there. The memory ends.
A different sort of memory I have took place on one of my trips to the public library that I would often take with my Mom. I remember Illuminati Mom took me into the women’s bathroom, and I was arguing with her about something. She was obviously preparing me for something, as she had me at the counter sink with a couple of different items out- including a big mess of pills. Next, I accompanied her to the room next door, located in the back of the library. It was a somewhat small room, but it had various types of electronic equipment set up in it. There was a man in professional attire waiting for us. He told me to sit down in the chair next to him that had straps to tie me down. Then he proceeded to place some sort of electrical device on my head. He said he was measuring something, and that I had to stay still. There was a printout correlating with the procedure. Judging from my research, I’m almost sure he was taking EEG readings on me. He also asked me to perform some type of test at another machine with headphones. That’s all I can remember of it.
(Sam’s memory)
I have another memory that seemed to show the extent of my rebellion to the programming. I must have been given some sort of drug because I was completely trapped inside my mind, and the programmer was just a voice of a person that I couldn’t see. She had me imagine a bottomless room (there was a pit or vortex below). It was in the shape of a rectangle. Two walls were very short, and she had me picture these with lights on them. One wall I couldn’t see because it was always supposed to be behind me when I was in the room. The fourth wall in front of me was pitch black with a glass layer over it. At the top of it, there was a walkway that led to a hallway to the left. In the hallway, that I could not necessarily see from my normal position in the room, there were red doors on each side. Referring back to the black fourth wall, I was instructed to ensure that it contained an invisible grid. Now, I must say, during this whole session, I was getting very fed up because I was very aware that these sessions were a considerable waste of my mind and my time. I was very slow in obeying her commands. And of course, I was electroshocked a great deal for this insubordination. The breaking point seemed to be when she asked me to create domains for monsters or demons on each point of the giant grid on the wall (These “beings” could not be seen except for under certain conditions). What ensued was a drawn out, embittered argument between the programmer and me. No matter what she said or threatened, I lashed out in refusal. They may have given me more of the programming drug than I could handle. I think I finally ended up pretending as though I were complying. Or perhaps she ended the session early. Either way, the grid never got finished. Update: actually, it did get completed. It is the domain of Sam, the silver alter.