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Subject: Re: Mind Games
Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 10:58:57 -0400
From: Vincent Bridges <abooks@ac.net>
To: <initiates_crucible@yahoogroups.com>
Mind Games - Part three A
Montauk, Mind Control, Magnitite and the Holy Grail,
or:
Who is that Shadow being and why is he following me?
First of all, let's get one thing clear. We are all here because we chose to be here. Because we have made that choice, we've opened ourselves to a little more awareness than the control systems like to allow. This creates turbulence.
Our sermon for today is likely to create even more turbulence. Our topic and the conclusions we will reach are very unsettling and disturbing to be aware of; how much more disturbing then to remain ignorant or to discount the possibilities?
To begin, a short story I posted awhile back to another group:
As a side note, I saw one once. After a session or a class years ago back
in Winston-Salem NC, Darlene and I went to a supermarket. I was wide open
from whatever it was we had been doing, and as soon as I saw this guy
standing line at the check-out counter my astral-critter vision kicked in. I
was so shocked that I grabbed Darlene and pulled her over behind the racks
and demanded to know what she saw. She didn't see it, but felt a creepiness
around the guy. What I saw was this big tick-like creature locked into the
top of the guy's head with ugly suckers. As we watched, the guy picked an
argument with the check-out girl, and the creature swelled and sent more
suckers into the guy. Eventually he left, and we came out from behind the
rack. The kicker: a few weeks later, we're watching TV and the guy is shown
being pushed into a police car, arrested in Charlotte for a string of six
sex murders in three states. I guess the creature went looking for a new
host.
Now Laura has written at length in other places about Spirit attachment and release, and her conclusion that it is the rare person without a few is absolutely correct in my view. In my couple of hundreds serious abuse and MDP clients I've seen it all, and the reason I used to get progress where the shrinks and psychs at BGmed didn't was my somewhat pragmatic occult background. I was taught, before I was a therapist, to call a possession a possession and what to do about it.
A background in low country SC voodoo does come in handy sometimes...
But that's only the tip of the iceberg. Because I was sort of court of last resort, I got all the truly unusual cases. And so, I started to pick up evidence of what I called the Program.
Now, I knew that something like the program existed, or at least people I knew thought it existed, as far back as 1977 when I heard Kerry Thornley talking about how Oswald was programmed. And then Jonestown, and since Jim Jones was a local celebrity of sorts, I heard more than enough to convince me that something very strange was going on with that one. And then, I started my own personal descent into the realms of darkness.
I was recruited as an Operator.
In the interest of full disclosure, and since you can't understand how I know what I know unless you have some idea of how I found out,
I need to reveal some of the obscure episodes in my own background.
In the winter of 1977 - 78, I was in grad school in History and Classical studies at UNC, working part time as a freelance writer, including books reviews, etc. for the Psychical Research Foundation at Duke, part of FRNM or the Rhine Foundation. A lady came through town doing psychic readings and the PRF picked her up as part of the team. She however was obviously looking for talent, and definitely not interested in Bill Roll's return to Amityville kind of trip. To make a long story much shorter, we became acquainted and before she left she gave me a letter from a guy in California and a list of phone numbers.
The letter was an ego stroke offer to go study magick, all expenses paid. My freelance rock'n'roll journalist career was in a slump, grad school was going nowhere, and frankly
I missed San Fran and the high life. I bit, big time.
At first, everything was great. My career took off because they knew everybody in the business.
The magickal training was great too. I was learning and experiencing faster than I had dreamed possible, and for a sensation junkie like me, this was heaven. Suddenly, my proposed thesis on the origin of the Tarot cards looked academic and tame. These people had real power and the information to back it up. Somehow, stupid me, I never thought to ask what the pay off would be.
By the summer of 1979, my basic magickal training was over and other subjects and tasks started coming up. In a very weird way, I was sort of assigned to write a novel about Aleister Crowley, Hitler and the more unsavory aspects of WWII's black magick. I was paid for it, although it took until 1981 to see print, and then in a heavily bowlderized form. To do this,
I was "given" access to every bizarre Nazi document in existence. One of my friends in the group even got me access to the archives in Washington to look up certain strange practices of the SS. Again, I didn't question any of this, it just happened, so go with the flow, don't think too much, have a good time.
When my research was done and a rough version of the book was circulating to publishers, I had the pleasure of a visit by
the head man in the Order. This guy is still around,
going by the alias of Dr. Christopher Hyatt of Falcon Press. I become one of his main magickal student flunkies, and for the next six months or so I did nothing but follow him around through one bizarre episode after another. The most interesting of which was
international drug and gun running. I kept thinking: This is gonna make a great movie/novel one day. To which a small voice would reply: if you survive.
After a couple of epics, including one where
I made the run to Mexico and back on my own, I was invited out one evening to go sailing with the boss and some very special friends who had things they wanted to discuss with me.
So, here we are, in a large sail boat drifting off Sausalito on a warm August night. Just as I 'm thinking that my life has turned into a gangster movie and I don't even like guns, the boss and his friends come on deck. They own the boat, and a stranger pair of rejects from the Addams clan I've never seen. He's had hair transplants done to give him an exaggerated widows peak, and she's in full aging Mortitia drag. Indeed, when we came on board, I thought she was a drag queen.
We chit-chat for a while. They introduce themselves as Michael and Lillith, and we talk about magic, Crowley, Nazis and a variety of such subjects for the better part of an hour. Testing me, is what I thought at the time. And then, smoothly, the conversation shifts.
It happened so smoothly, I didn't notice it, but suddenly the question were no longer academic, but personal. Did I believe this...hadn't I experienced that...didn't I understand the other...etc.
I remember the chill to this day. A warm still night, and even through my jacket it felt like the cold of outer space. That jolted me somehow, and I started asking questions. And I didn't like the answers.
Highly condensed, here's what they told me: (Keep in mind that it is THEIR belief system.)
The earth and everything on it is the property of a higher dimensional being who is on its way back to claim it. Our only choice is controller or slave, but those who choose to serve will be rewarded. This has been in the works for a thousand years and will soon reach fruition, in the next 20 years or so. The Nazis were part of it, but incomplete. Now, they'd get it right.
Stunned, I wanted to know how they thought I fit in. They said that
I was being offered the chance to become a conscious operator with my pick of the New Age infiltration projects. Only hitch, I'd have to undergo my initiation, which in simple terms involved doing something so disgusting and illegal as to make my participation in simple smuggling look tame.
I blanched, and they reminded me that I was already in pretty deep.
No shit. Well, finally scared back to my senses, I said I needed to think about it, but yeah I'd play along. That made them happy and we
spent a few perverse hours discussing orgies before I got off the boat. I left the next day for a UFO conference back in Tuscon, literally shaking in my boots. I had been to the very edge of the pit, and I wasn't sure if there was a way to get out. I avoided them and the issue until October, when I got fired from my job. Without telling anyone, I hopped on a bus and escaped to North Carolina. By the time Hyatt found me, eight or nine months later, I was too deeply entrenched to remove easily. I played drug causality and pretended not remember anything and I suppose that helped. Anyway, they left me alone after that.
In fact, all of this scared me so bad, what it said about me I mean, that
I went into therapy and before the decade was out was a therapist myself. I rationalized what the weird people had said as fantasy and wish-fullfilment role-playing, enhanced by substance abuse, all around, and
my own criminal nature projected outward. (Can you say Jungian transactional!) I never thought it was real, in any way. You meet a lot of crazy people in the occult underworld.
And then, just as my practice got going in the summer of 1989,
I met Dr. Andrija Puharich. This is the guy who discovered Uri Geller and is a key character in the
Stargate Conspiracy by Pinknett and Prince. It happened by pure accident or cosmic synchronicity, take your pick.
Dr. P. was in hiding on the Reynolds family estate in Devotion North Carolina, and he felt that they were closing in. I suppose that the fact of one of his benefactors took a swan dive off a hotel roof in Tampa had something to do with that. Anyway, he was looking for students he could explain things to. He called the New Age story in Winston-Salem one day and invited anyone who wanted to come up to Devotion for lectures.
I was at the top of the list, since I had followed his work from the late '50s through the late 1970s when he seemed to drop off the map. I was ready to hear anything the man had to say.
Over the course of that summer, we became friends, mainly, as he liked to say after a few shots of good vodka, because I reminded him so much of Ira Einhorn.
The story Dr. P. had to tell, as it finally emerged over months of conversations, was quite different from what I had supposed. First off, he said Einstein was a dupe, and that the only original thinkers in this century were Tesla and Reich. Tesla he certainly knew about, as he was one of the world's foremost experts. Reich he mentioned less often, but obviously held in high regard.
But the technological stuff was only part of the picture. What he really wanted to talk about was mind control, something that at that point I had no idea he was involved with.
His story was that he had done a few things for the government in exchange for a free hand in his own research, and just as he was making progress, they reneged and burned his lab and sent him into exile. Seems he expected the devil to keep his end of the bargain, which I suppose is wishful thinking on Dr. P's part.
What he did for the government is still not exactly clear, but in addition to the ELF/Tesla warfare stuff and the psychic operations section, all of which have been more or less reported, he was also involved in the birth of the Program.
One story goes that they came to him with a request to design a way to communicate with agents without exterior evidence, and so he designed a microwave ear-implant hearing device, to which he did indeed hold the patents. Another goes that he had invented it on his own and the government came with an offer he couldn't refuse. The version that he told me suggests that he designed it to specs the government had already worked out for purposes that had nothing to do with any overt application.
When Dr. P. finished his residency in 1942, he was drafted into the Army. But he didn't become a regular Army doctor. He was assigned to Psy-Ops and the White Section of intelligence. In 1944, the OSS recruited him to work on Yugoslavian sources, since that was virtually his native language. What he worked on was Tesla manuscripts, presumably stolen from Tesla's apartment after his death. In 1946, he was discharged from the Army, but used his OSS/White section connections to start his own research group. Enter the Round Table Foundation, where all the fun begins.
Dr. P. told me that it was all funded as part of an on-going experiment in mass propaganda, mind control in other words. The idea was to use psychic abilities to buttress a new mass religious belief system that would ultimately be under the control of the government, or whoever is really in charge. For ten years, roughly, the RTF was at the forefront of the project.
All of this is recounted in some depth in the
Stargate Conspiracy, so I won't rehash it here. Two points however: I witnessed several trance demonstrations of channeling controlled by Dr. P., one for the sole purpose of disabused me of any belief in the reality of the phenomenon. From these demonstrations, the only conclusion is that it was all a trick of the unconscious being manipulated by operators such as Dr. P. for various purposes. But Dr. P., even though he knew how it was done, didn't believe that was all there was to it.
In his darkest moments, he would admit that though they cracked the mechanism behind spiritualism and mediumship and could control, to a certain degree, the phenomenon, there was something behind it that was ultimately out of human control. Something came through their trick doorway, and after years of manipulation, Dr. P. had finally seen it for what it was. And what he saw scared him so bad that he tried to quit, to back out on the deal, and he had been punished.
The second point is that Don and Carla of Ra fame also were connected to Dr. P. and the Nine. Ra himself said that he and the Nine were the same contact. Soon after the Elkins made contact with Dr. P., in 1978, he had his change of heart, his lab was burned down and he fled to Mexico. Ra however continued until Elkins' suicide in 1984.
I remained friends with Dr. P. until his death in 1995. And during that time, as my practice grew and I uncovered more strange stuff, his help was invaluable. By the time he died, I had seen six confirmed cases of the Program, and a dozen or so more inconclusive.
One case was from a strange little town in E. Texas, another was from Michigan, a third was from Wisconsin, the fourth was Washington DC, the fifth SF and the sixth from western NC. From these, and others shared by researchers and therapists, a very interesting, though not quite comprehensible, pattern emerged.
Somebody had been playing multigenerational mind games all the way back to the 1920s. The program of the 40s and 50s was the second wave, with the third wave coming in the seventies, and the fourth was happening as I watched in the mid-90s.
I asked Dr. P. once about Montauk, and his answer was curious. He said it was all a pre-emptive cover story in case the real information should ever surface. I said what real information, and he told me, flatly, that experiments of a rather extreme kind had been done on some selected service men in the 40s, exposing them to powerful ELF frequencies, and that the story was put out to divert attention. No time travel, no dimensional hoodoo, just an attempt to effect their DNA by massive ELF entrainment. Everyone died of course, but not before producing some stunning effects and mutations. Why this was done, or what they did with the information, Dr. P. didn't seem to know.
However after his death, I received a bundle of his unpublished work from 1980 to 1994, and in that was a paper called
Universal Information Transfer through ELF Stimulation of DNA in which he draws upon information, unsited of course, that could only have come from the Montauk type experiments he mentioned. He concludes that ELF can be used to carry very specific information to DNA, and interestingly enough that this mechanism is related to psychometry, and is in that sense a form of time travel.
OK, now you know a little more about some of my source and my own trip through the territory, it is time tool at Don's emails and figure out what they think Laura and the Cs are up to.
Later,
V.
Voodoo Zombie Nazis from Planet 9 
