This is on a Tuesday, the doctor wanted to see me the next day but he was booked through Friday, the assistant made room for me to see him on Thursday. I leave very confused, still having no clear memories as to what's going on and no memories of any of the government experiments or the Illuminati or the under ground bases. The thing is I go home and what do I do, I go right over to my best friends apartment (Aaron) and tell him the whole story about what happened at the hypnotheripest and the memory cap. He starts to FREAK OUT, "you went to a hypnotheripest, WHEN?" And let me tell you he was PISSED!
I remember being very confused because I still didn't make the connection. I remember going into his apartment, telling him what happened, he gets very angry, but after that there was "lost time." It was between 3:00 and 4:00 o'clock in the afternoon when I went over there. I remember this because there were "soap opera's" on the television when I was initially telling him my story, when I left "Jeopardy" was on and it was becoming dusk. It was about 7:30 in the evening. I leave his apartment and go home, I found myself sort of wondering what happened? At home I empty my pockets on the table (change, keys etc..) and I have the receipt from the hypnotheripest. "Oh yea" I say, I'm supposed to see him on Thursday, but I couldn't remember anything else.
I go back Thursday AND THE DOCTOR IS NO LONGER THERE! I MEAN HIS NAME IS SCRACHED OFF THE DOOR HE IS GONE, VANISHED, I MEAN IT WAS LIKE HE HAD NEVER BEEN THERE. There were four or five doctors sharing the same office and there was simply a space where his name had been. I go in and ask the receptionist where is doctor so and so, as hard as I try right now to this day I just cannot remember his name, but I can find my way back to where his office was. But anyway, I ASK THE RESEPTIONIST WHAT IS GOING ON AND SHE TELLS ME TO PLEASE LEAVE AND DO NOT COME BACK. I ask about the doctor, she closes the receptionists window turns her back to me and walks away.
I go home, even more confused, Aaron calls me that night to come over, I go, again not thinking anything about it. This is where all hell breaks loose. I go to his apartment and we are sitting down talking as usual. From the back bedroom six or seven men come out! Mr. Green and a group of men are right there and I start freaking out. The other men were dressed in black. The instant I saw these men I began to remember, my instinct tells me to run but I was taken totally by surprise. The men in black leap over the couch, grab and hold me. They pined me against the back of the couch, I had no leverage to plant my feet and try to get up. They start to laugh and say things like "this guy isn�t so tough" and "that was easy." Mr. Green says "If you even had any idea how dangerous that guy is you would not even be holding him!"
I remember looking at Aaron with a look of betrayal, I think I started to cry, he could not look at me. Mr. Green says "do you have any idea how much trouble you've been, we should have killed you a long time ago." I start yelling "I'M GOING TO F*CKIN KILL YOU!"
He asks Aaron if I am going to remember any of this. Aaron answers "no". He then proceeds to punch me in the face and calls me a "mother f*cker" or something. I am struggling to get up but I just could not move, Aaron then takes over.
Aaron then says the "magic word." The first one didn't work. It was hippa.. something or other. He tries another one Poly-pop-er-enus , snarf-a-lif-agus, when he finds the right one instantly I cannot move. He tells me how relaxed I feel, how warm and safe I feel, how I am in a "happy place", to "lay back, relax, smile." As I'm sitting there I cannot move, but I can hear them laughing at me. He starts telling Mr. Green how he didn't know what exact word they used but once you find it "that's it" he is totally under your control.
This is where things start getting a little crazy. What he did to me somehow, I remember, is he somehow locked me away in my own mind, creating a multiple personality over mine to make me forget everything. I remember fighting him for control in my mind. He told me that I will do what ever he tells me to do. He said the walls are closing in on you and you cannot fight it, in my mind I of course pictured the walls closing in. On his instruction the walls closed in until I was inside a "vacuum sealed steel coffin", which conformed to the shape of my body (like a vacuum sealed produce package only it was my body sealed in a steel coffin with only my face showing). I could not fight it and I could not move. He then said you are being sent to a place in your mind where you will never be found, at this point I start screaming "no no no".
After he sent me to a place where "no one will ever find you", he instructed that "a steel plate the size of ten football fields and 10 feet thick is crashing down upon you" and he said "here it comes, and there is no escape". I remember screaming again as he says "boooom". Here comes another one, "boooom", and he proceeded to do this five or six more times. I am screaming during all of this. And I remember Mr. Green and the others laughing at me while Aaron was doing this.
The thing is, the one thing I do remember about the hypnotherapist's first visit is; I remember being back in my mind, "my safe place" and off in the corner with these "steel plates" or like a heavy iron with some weathering and rust around the edges. Dust was all over them and they were bolted to the wall on an angle. I remember hearing horrific cries coming from behind it, like some kind of creature or monster. To investigate I imagined that the steel plates were made of tin foil and instantly I had the strength to bend them back one by one. I was scared. As I got to the lower layers I hear scratching, like a wild animal clawing at a door to get out. The last few layers were bubbled out like you can make dents in a sheet of tin foil with your finger (only much bigger). Down in the corner, there was a little piece that had been ripped aside, and you could see the blackness behind it. I get on my hands and knees to get a closer look, ALL OF A SUDDEN a hand of half rotted bone and flesh suddenly reaches out and grabs my face. It would not let go.
I FINALLY GET AWAY FROM IT, but now the creature is suddenly energized and begins to violently scratch and claw and with incredible force starts ripping at the last layers of the steel. Finally, it made itself enough of a space to get out. From the blackness emerges a half rotted corpse, on it's arms, legs and left shoulder there was only bone, no flesh. An image of a body that had been locked in a closet for years, half rotted and half already dead. On the verge of insanity from being trapped in a space so small you cannot move, yet you cannot die. I am now slowly backing away from it.. It says "what are you afraid of?" it asks. "Who are you?" I ask it, IT ANSWERS "I AM YOU, DON'T YOU RECOGNISE YOURSELF!" With a burst of speed it leaps at me and grabs hold of me, like someone trying to embrace me. With it's half rotted arms around me I start screaming.
I believe that this is when I started flipping out in the doctors office. The hypnotheripest was then trying to "cover it back up" but the "self" that they had locked away was by no means going to go back into that tiny space quietly by any stretch of the imagination. That's why he had so much trouble getting control of the situation again.
The hypnotheripest finally pulls me out of it, and two days later the hypnotheripest has disappeared and Aaron had locked the "monster" (it is no monster, it is my true "self") away again, with new doors and in a new place. The monster who claims to be the real me is even now locked away somewhere in my mind? This concept is very scary and confusing but these are my memories.
August 1994 - June 1996-
After that I didn't remember any of those events or any other events for
that matter until years later when a single event "punched" a hole in the
"alternate reality", the "alternate personality" if you will, and Aaron
continued to be my "best friend" as he was my assigned "controller" or
"handler". Over the next two years or so I would go over to Aaron's
apartment, hang out all the time, and we were buddies. The thing is,
odd things would happen sometimes but I would just dismiss them Because
I had no recollection of ANY of the past events. For example, sometimes
Aaron would just get up and lock the door. Right in the middle of a movie
or something. It's only the two of us and I am about 6 foot tall and 230
pounds with bodybuilder physiques and Aaron is about 5'-10" and about 210
pounds with a very muscular build, and he is living in a very quiet and
secure apartment complex. So I began to wonder about these events and
I would ask him "why do you sometimes get up and lock the door" and he
would never answer me, and I would never question it.
I remember a lot of missing time at Aaron's, watching a movie and all of a sudden I would be watching a different movie and it is 2:00 in the morning. All of a sudden I would realize what time it was and I would say "Where the f*ck did the time go" and I would just get up and leave. But thinking back I can vaguely remember all the programming sessions he would have. He would keep trying to totally destroy the "Monster" if you will, but he never could. I can remember countless episodes of Mr. Green being there, as well as others, studding me, trying to figure me out. But at the time some things you really don't think about until later.
What was happening was they were watching all the time. I had no memories about anything up to that point. My apartment was wired for sound and video. Every moment of my life was being watched. One odd thing about my life is, ALL of my girlfriends, at least all the women I would consider calling my girlfriend, have said the same thing to me at one point in time or another. They all told me that my apartment was almost like a "hotel" room. I guess that when women first start dating someone they like to get to know the person by looking at all their "stuff." I had some of the nicest "stuff" money could buy in terms of furniture and electronics (a very nice furnished apartment). The thing is there is no "memorabilia" at all, and thinking about it, they are right! I have no photos at all! None of my parents, none of my family, none of ANY college friends, NOTHING! No scrap books, no photo albums, no souvenirs, no books at all, nothing personal of any kind. I have a fully furnished apartment which is nicely decorated, but there is no personal memorabilia of any kind. No memories and no past. (leave it to the women to notice this)
Another funny thing is, Aaron took a job as a student counselor at Life Chiropractic college in Atlanta. His favorite pastime was to steal all of the college's video tapes which dealt with the human mind and relating subjects from the Life college library. He must have had 20 different "sets" of tapes. These ranged from documentaries to case studies of all the different mental diseases and theories of how the human mind functions and what exactly occurs in each of them. In fact, the more I think about it, ALL we used to do is sit around and discuss how the human mind functions. He would say the "Magic word" and I would sit there in my altered state of reality and he would tell me his view of the mind. How the human mind functions just like a basic computer. With every decision either being "yes" or "no" answer, like a switch which is either "on" or "off", and would discuss how every memory, function, and action we had or did is basically a string of yes or no responses. "Like a long combination lock you must have the exact code to get 'In' he said. We would watch video after video. Then I would tell him how I thought the human worked and functions. We would spend hours upon hours discussing this.
Over the years the two of us would sit and he talk about "How to mind f*ck" someone. The basic concept is to build a "Platform over your real consciousness, and that then becomes your real consciousness." And all along this was already been done to me and I had no clue about any of it. Which in itself is a very scary concept. A fake reality if you will. Sort of like Windows 95. Windows 95 is basically a "platform" built over the DOS program to make the PC applications more "User friendly", where all the computations, and all the "essence" of the program is written in code using DOS, but all you see on the screen is Windows 95 (like a platform built over the essence of the computer). It's kind of funny, in a very sick sort of way. Here we I am sitting around discussing how to mind f*ck somebody, for years, with my best friend. When all along, I've already been "mind f*cked" by him for years, and don't have a clue about any of it. He discusses it with me just like it's normal conversation! Now that's a real "mind f*ck" if you think about it!
What was happening was all during my time in Atlanta they were using me for all sorts of different experiments at the Dobbins Air Force Base in Atlanta where a "major" project had become active. I was also used in the Montauk chair for the time travel experiments at this time.
July 1996-
My girlfriend, Pilar, is going to declare chapter 7 due to her debt load
from past bills. I had lent her some money, and she wanted to pay me back
by paying for my car repairs at the local Toyota dealership. I needed a
new muffler, power radio antenna, timing belt, and tune up. About $1,200.00
worth of work which she was going to charge on her credit card before she had
to cut them up because of the chapter 7. The dealership tells me it's going
to take only one day and I'll be able to pick it up in the morning. They
give me a rental car to drive around.
The next day I go back to pick it up and it's not ready. I go back the third day and it's still not ready. I call on the forth day (Saturday), and they tell me it won't be ready until Monday. "Look", I said, "I used to be in the car business and I know that your service department can crank out between 75 and 200 cars a day, why the f*ck is mine taking a week when you told me it would only take one day?" And he says "we had to order parts and it will be ready Monday!" And rudely hangs the phone up on me. Monday comes and I go to pick up the car. I get the bill and it's gone from $1,200.00 to $1,750.00. I'm furious, mainly because I didn't know if the credit card was going to go through at $1,700.00+, and I would really be stuck. And let me tell you I get in the guys face and start freaking out, "You have the balls to keep my car for a whole week and then bill me $600.00 over the estimate, where is the manager etc..etc.." He replies "we had to order some parts" "What parts" I say. He gets the paper work, looks through it and says "we had to special order your radio antenna" I say "special order the radio antenna, IT'S A F*CKING '92 TOYOTA CAMERY! Your telling me that not one store in Atlanta had a power antenna for a Toyota Camrey for a whole week! The entire city is sold out, that's BULL SHIT!" He then gets is my face and says to me "I know who you are, and we don't want your kind here. I'll take $100.00 off the bill, but don't come back because we don't want your business or your "dirty" money here!"
"WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" I answer. "We had a visit from some of your "friends" and they told us all about you, you piece of Shit drug dealer". "WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" I say again. "I spit on guys like you, dealing drugs to kids, I should kick your ass right here and now. Don't worry you'll get yours someday, sooner than you think." He says. I said "look I have no idea what you are even talking about!? He says "pay it, and get the F*CK out of here and don't come back."
I pay the $1,650.00, the credit card goes through. Pilar says "what the hell is he talking about?" I said "I wish I knew". We leave, she drives her car back to work, and I ride around for a while. I'm still pissed off. This is too freaking weird! About an hour into my "ride", I have an idea! I drive back to the dealership and pull into the "Pep Boys" auto parts store located next door to the Toyota dealership I had my car serviced at. I go in and ask the guy at the counter, who also happens to be the manager, if they do any business with the Toyota dealership next door. He says "are you kidding me, they are our largest account". "Oh"! I say. "I'm looking for a power antenna for my car" I say. He asks "what year, and what make?" "'92 Toyota Camrey" I tell him. He punches it up on the computer. "Yes" he says and starts back to go get it. "Sir can you tell me how many you have in stock" I ask. He looks at the screen "53" he answers, "why" he asks. "I was just curious because I was in two days ago and the clerk told me you were out of them." "That's impossible" he says. "You see this little "*" next to the part number, it tells me that on this particular part we sell so many of them that, if we ever go below a dozen in stock the computer in the warehouse automatically ships us more and we would get them the next day." "Thank you" I say, and leave.
Someone, (the Illuminati, the Nazi party, and United States government are the people responsible for all of this as well as the torture at the University of Rochester, as well as the assassinations) told the Roswell Toyota dealership of Atlanta Georgia that I was a drug dealer, so they could keep my car an extra 6 days to special order me a new radio antenna???????? This one blew my mind for a long time because I still had no idea what the hell was going on!
February 1997-
Aaron informs me that he is going to have
to leave Atlanta for at least a year and that all he can tell me is that
it's "family related." He says it won't happen until late May or early
June. I'm very sad to hear that my friend is going away. He not only is
my best friend but he is also very involved in my business and everything
that I do. We try and work out something to where he can still be involved
and run things from his father's house in Rochester. I knew it wouldn't
work, he was quite insistant that it would. He keeps reassuring me not to
worry because he WILL be back in a year. All along I am asking him "What's
going on?" Finally, with me swearing under strictest confidence that I
won't tell anyone, Aaron proceeds to tell me that what has happened is
this; His father used to work for a very large corporation in Rochester,
and years ago he gave his father the idea that he could sue this company
for "mental anguish" or that the stress of his job caused him to somehow
"snap" causing him to be mentally insane, and now he is suing them. Aaron
then tells me that what HE did, was to instruct his father exactly how to
answer all of the physiological tests and questions that they were going to
ask him, and basically showed him how to scam thousands of dollars out of
the company in the lawsuit. Three years later, Aaron's father won, and
was awarded several hundreds of thousands of dollars. But what happened
was, the Judge ruled that Aaron's father was to receive the settlement,
however since he was "mentally not all there" he was not going to give
control of the money to him as it had to last him for the rest of his life
as he was no longer able to work. So the judge was going to set up some
kind of "trust" account where someone other than Aaron's father must act
as the executor of the account and therefore be the one who actually
distributes the funds since he was "mentally incapable".
So, since Aaron's parents are divorced, and no one else in the family knew that the whole lawsuit was all a lie, Aaron had to go home to act as the executor for his father. And it had to be for at least a year because the money was supposed to last his father for the rest of his life since he is no longer able to work.
So they couldn't just pull it all out at once because the insurance company for sure would be watching them. My girlfriend, Pilar, kept wanting Aaron to hypnotize her to see if he could clear up some of the past trauma she had experienced with her x-husbands. He always talked about how he could hypnotize people without them even knowing it, and she wanted him to do it to her, but ONLY if I was there. She didn't trust him enough to do it on her own. For some reason he wouldn't do it. He would say "I don't think that's a good idea" and would always put it off. But yet I remember going to Aaron's one night with Pilar, and it was one of those "missing time" nights where I remember just staring off onto space for a while. The next night I go over again, this time by my self.