MK ULTRA in Australia?

fuck you and your wall o' text

Research Svali, ritual abuse and Monarch programming. Either a classic case or great fiction...

epic crit from wall of text...

There's plenty more I can write if anyone is interested. I just stopped because it takes a lot out of me to write all that and is kind of draining.

I want to get it out anyway.

I am still being toyed with to this day.

There is no point going to law enforcement with this because when I tried to tell the Australian Federal Police (AFP) they demanded I get a mental health assessment. It does sound rather fanciful when you go over it, but I assure you it's all true.

What a load of bull crap.

Load of crap and this person is proberly a peodophile. Australiais full of creepy men .

There is another thread of similarity posted as well
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Would you say you are a passive person, yet something recent had compelled you to write this?

Thanks for your story

Why is it that people who aren't very good readers can never just quietly back out of a thread and go and read something at a more remedial level?

Although to be honest, the inflammatory instruction to "fuck off" here seems more designed to derail the thread. Very interesting.

plz continue

It feels real to me. And I am not a pedophile. I can't understand why you would suggest I was. I'm offended.

I will post more when I can. It takes a while to type up and I am very tired from work.

I would say I was definitely a passive person in the sense I am very relaxed and not aggressive in the slightest. I have a lot more to write and I will get to it when I can. Give it a day or two. I felt I had to write this as a form of therapy and just to see what other people thought of my situation. My most recent experience that I can recall regarding any of this was probably six months ago. What I have written so far happened over 15 years ago.

not 1978?

Ok so where were we...

I was told I was no longer suitable for the role they had planned for me, but it appears they took some kind of interest in me and my future, still.

After this I was supposed to be militarised. My father was supposed to give me some kind of basic training. He didn't know what to do by that, but taught me very simple, basic things, such as how to clean, load and operate a firearm. We never had guns in the house that were designed for such a task. I recall we had a semi-automatic .22, a pump action shotgun, a .22 pistol and an air rifle as the guns in the house, as well as a crossbow as a non-firearm. This would change later to more and different types of firearm, but we never kept anything in the house that would be regarded as being capable of an engagement. I learnt basic techniques off him such as camouflage, concealment, break contact, and how to shoot. Nothing was that good, though it was pretty interesting stuff to learn, and I am sure that the most basic trained infantry soldier would have had far superior training to what I received, it was nothing intense or particularly useful, it was just a basic grounding. He did teach me how to make silencers though and where to place explosives on a building.

My auntie did come back on more than one occasion to see how I was doing. She taught me hand-to-hand on a couple of occasions. It was quick, simple, and brutal techniques that I have no doubt would work highly effectively. They were very easy to learn, and could be done so in a matter of hours, rather than in a matter of months or years as would be expected if you were doing a real martial art such as boxing, tae kwon do or judo.

The stuff worked, or it would appear to have done so, but to this day I've never used it. It involved integrating body language techniques and psychology in to fighting techniques. Sort of like using your opponents basic instinct against them. I doubt it would work on a highly skilled opponent though.

I rarely saw her after this, but she did turn up every now and then to check up on me.

I was around age eight by this time.

It was also around this time that we (my father andI) highly conveniently (I do not think it was coincidence), became acquainted with a fellow we will call Mr. H. Mr. H was an industrial chemist, the kind that manufactures and mixed chemicals to make an item. He worked for a company that made cleaning chemicals, but in his spare time he would manufacture explosives. He had the knowledge, experience and equipment to make real explosives, of 'fireworks', of a commercial standard, not what your backyard terrorist would make for his suicide vest. He had the ability to manufacture high commercial explosives such as Semtex, C4, TNT etc. And he did.

He was part of an underground organisation that comprised people who considered it their duty to form a resistance network in the event that Australia got invaded by a hostile country, or the government turned hostile towards the population. They felt it was their duty to fight back if anything happened where they felt they could make a difference for good, or a perceived good. My dad was of the opinion that they just liked to run around in the bush, playing with guns and playing soldier, and was not convinced they would actually do anything if the time came for them to do something.

They had access to.... everything. They had machine guns, rockets and launchers, explosives (some were made by Mr. H, some were commercial), and pretty much anything a militia/resistance group would need as well as camouflage uniforms and the like. They used to train in the bush. They even made their own training videos. I had viewed them on a few occasions. They were a real eye opener. A lot of the members of this organisation were ex-military, a lot were not. A good percentage of them had real combat experience also, from such conflicts as the Vietnam War. They were organised, trained and equipped. They were an extremely well organised guerrilla/resistance group.

We met other people through this organisation, who were also members of it. One time my dad surprised me when I was aged about 11 with a hastily planned fishing trip. He just said we had to go. When we got to the fishing place, there was one other person there fishing. It was a man and he appeared to be in his 50's or so. We got talking and he had the same interests as me, though I feel my interests were programmed. He and I got talking, with my dad listening in. My dad later went to wait in the car. He appeared to be a sleeper or part of a group which was entirely independent. I realise how naïve this attitude is now that I have had time to reflect on things. I was still receiving sporadic contact with my auntie (and others) who at least claimed to be government affiliated, and they wanted me to be militarised, and then we encounter these kinds of people. I am assuming most of my life was orchestrated.

We got talking, this gentleman and I. He would go on about how it was imperative to keep firearms and ammunition in the house, know how to use them, and know soldiering techniques. He was concerned about an invasion from Australia's neighbour to the north, that being Indonesia, and how people had to be prepared in case of an invasion. He was very enthusiastic and serious when discussing this topic. He later revealed he was a Vietnam veteran. He got in to a discussion about how in the first Gulf War of 1991 he had his children stripping and putting back together rifles, blindfolded, and were ready to 'head for the hills' if anything happened. He explained how he trained his children up in to soldiers. He told us he had M16's and FN FAL's. We also later learnt that he knew Mr. H, so I am assuming that this meeting was choreographed. We went fishing with him a few times after that. The fishing spot was not far from our house.

He was actually a surprisingly good fisherman.

Not long after this Mr. H would commit suicide. It turned out he was involved in a paedophile network involving low order politics and business, and knew he was about to go down as associates of his involved in the same thing got arrested. It would seem as though he did not want to face the heat and shame, so he shot himself. I do not explicitly recall him doing anything to me, though there could be a memory repressed there somewhere waiting to resurface.

The more you think about it the less surprising it is, the fact that the one we had first contact with was a paedophile.

We later encountered another person who was in this organisation, and relayed the information to him that Mr. H was a paedophile and had killed himself.

His immediate reply, with an angry face full of suspicion was, “Who are his mates? Who were his mates?” It seemed he was not happy with this development and definitely did not want to be associating with people of that nature, which on the surface would appear to be a fantastic development.

I don't know how it happened, but I was militarised. I was convinced that one day Australia would be invaded and it was my duty to 'activate' in the event that this happened. It would have been really weird to hear such topics coming out of the mouth of a kid, things like how everyone needs to have a gun in case the government goes bad, or the Indonesians invade or whatever else have you. I also developed an interest in joining the army. It was bizarre. It felt completely normal to me. My dad taught me the parts of a building to place explosives on to level the building. He also taught me guerrilla tactics. It was very, very bizarre. He was also at a loss to explain where he learnt these things.

My auntie would check up on me from time to time, but I didn't see her for quite a number of months. Her involvement was now minimal and it appeared that I had been shunted off elsewhere as she no longer had a use for me, but did not want to waste the time and effort already spent on me.

The next time I would recall seeing her was when I was aged 11 or 12. I may have seen her earlier than this but seeing someone in a hypnotic/programming state is hard to recall.

I had just won a scholarship based on my academic performance to a prestigious school. She came to see me at school under the guise of being from some department. She told me she was very happy with how I was doing and was pretty conversational. She asked me if I remembered her and I said no, though I did remember her, I just wasn't sure if it was her or someone who looked similar. I also could not understand why she would be visiting me at school, so I initially just brushed it off as a look-a-like character. I still maintained I did not know her. We were alone. She said “Ok.” and left after about five minutes of conversation.

High school was pretty uneventful in regards to any kind of odd happenings. It appeared they took minimal interest in me after I started high school. I was probably doing well with my suspiciousness of big business, the government, the Indonesian invasion, right to bear arms and militarism. I was the perfect program. This is how I was, after previously being a very soft child who would cry when someone killed an insect or finding a dead animal. They turned me in to something completely at odds with my personality make up.

I remember it happening once more when I was 15. There was a helicopter buzzing outside our place with searchlights aimed at our residence, and people came in to our house, there were probably 8 of them. I was spoken to in a sleepy stupor by a small group of them. There was one talking to me, there were two others in my room and there were two at my door. The others were in my fathers room. I do not recall the content of the conversation.

The next day our neighbours asked us if we knew what happened last night with the helicopter and the search lights, and we said we had no recollection. We honestly didn't. The neighbours were shocked as apparently it was really loud and the searchlights were really bright. We did end up remembering later that day and out of fear never spoke of it again. It is really scary when stuff like this happens to you, you don't know why it is happening, and you don't know when it will happen again or what will happen. You learn to block a lot of it out.

My father died when I was 16. Shortly after, it started again. I was in bed one night at approximately 3am when I woke up to three people in my bedroom talking to me in my sleep. I asked them who they were, if they were robbers etc. I was told yes, they are robbers. Bizarre as I cannot understand robbers wanting to talk to someone in their sleep. The one who did the talking looked a lot like the 'doctor' from when I was much younger. They told me to go back to sleep. I said no. I was told again to go back to sleep. I said nothing and just sat up in bed. The one who looked like the 'doctor' then pulled a pistol from his belt, in a very quick movement, extended his arm and had the gun pointed straight at me. I recoiled in terror and was back down on my pillow. I pretended as best I could to be asleep. I wasn't asleep, I was too scared to be asleep. The one with the pistol, who looked like the 'doctor', told one of his companions to check I was asleep. He proceeded to squeeze my ear rather hard. I could feel it but I could not feel pain, I was too focussed on pretending to be asleep. I had a thought that if I didn't react they would know I was faking it, so I pretended to wake up and I was like “What?” and then the doctor look-a-like did the same movement with the pistol and I was back on the pillow with my eyes closed in a state of total fear and submission. They then waited a minute or so and proceeded to talk to me in my sleep again. I was really tired and I really enjoy the sensation of sleep, so I allowed myself to drift off after about 30 seconds, bored with pretending to be asleep and wanting real rest. I know that was a really stupid thing to do as if I had of stayed awake I might have been able to consciously process what they were saying and got further hints and clues as to what exactly was going on with my life. Unfortunately whatever else they had to say was given to me in a state of sleep, which much like when in a state of hypnosis, is nigh on impossible to recall. I woke up as they were finishing, and smiled and said bye. The 'doctor' fellow got irate at this, possibly assuming that I was awake the whole time. They exited through the window.

When I was 17 I went to join the army. I scored almost perfectly on their written/IQ test and passed the psych examination. They were pretty impressed with me. They told me to come back in six months with more life experience and to apply as an officer or for special forces. I was going for a gruntish job which they said I was not suitable for.

I ended up scoring a dream job within a month after that happened. It was a really pleasant job. I worked with people who were ex military, some of them high ranking. One person who I worked with was a reservist special forces candidate. So he was in the army, but part time. I didn't anticipate this as being choreographed, at this stage in my life I assumed none of it was choreographed, it was just a normal life.

After starting there, on my way home I would regularly encounter the commanding officer of the unit I originally applied to join. If he wasn't the CO he was someone with some standing in that unit as he had the rank slides. He would have been a very, very long way from base. The location where his unit was based was over a thousand kilometres away. Upon seeing him I would get hit with pangs of emotion, mild not severe, I would maintain composure, as I was seeing someone who was doing what I wanted to do, yet was not suitable for. I was kind of awe struck. Once I approached him whilst he was waiting for public transport also, and said hi, and that I applied to join the unit he was in. I knew it was the unit he was in because of the colour of his beret. He just smiled and said nothing, so I walked away. I did see him a few times after this in the same area.

I stayed with this job for about a year, and then got another job in close proximity to the one I was at. I met a guy there who claimed to be ex-SAS with experience in recent overseas conflicts. He started just as I applied for the job, and was there a month or so before I started. He was very encouraging of me to join the army. We struck up a friendship.

I recall one day whilst working at that job on my way home in the train a lady got on my train who looked very similar to my 'auntie' I wasn't sure if it was her or not, if it was she had gained a substantial amount of weight. She had a travel pack on as if she was going to the airport. Something seemed not right about this though – her bag had no airline tags on it, as it would if she was really travelling somewhere. She got on at a station that was very close to the airport. For some reason she just piqued my interest and I was interested in observing her and what she was up to. She kept her eyes down the whole trip to the airport, which was not very far, and not very normal for someone who was about to go to the airport on a holiday. She tried to make herself invisible. She did get off at the airport and I made sure to observe her and what she was up to. When she got off at the airport station, she did not make a move to enter the airport, she stood on the platform. I am certain she had no idea I was observing her at this time. It was just another odd thing to see. For starters she got on at a station very close to the airport, where she could easily have got a taxi to the airport from there and saved money, as the airport tickets are very expensive, the station she got on at was not a connecting station, so she didn't change trains to get there, she had no travel tags on her luggage, and when she got off the train she made no move to go to the airport, she just stood on the platform. It was very odd. What was even stranger was I saw this lady again a week or so later, and I know it was her due to me being compelled to observe her the week before. The memory of her was still fresh in my mind. This time she got on at the same station, and rode well past the airport, in my carriage. She again had her eyes kept low and was trying to be invisible. Unfortunately for her though, it was pretty much an empty carriage, just her and I. After seeing her again and recognising who she was, I got a bit agitated, and tried to generate eye contact with her. She maintained her gaze at the floor, her gaze was so low her eyes looked almost closed.

I thought something did not seem right here, and proceeded to change carriages. As soon as I stood up, which I tried to do silently, her eyes became visible and she made direct eye contact with me. After I caught her making this mistake she got panicked and then proceeded to act as if nothing was going on and tried to act normal, glancing around the carriage and trying to act casual. Unfortunately for her, she was acting too casual for it to appear casual, and I had recognised her from previously. I went in to the carriage behind from where I was and had a change of clothes in my bad, which I changed in to. Looking back at it, that appears rather paranoid but I was rather cagey as I felt I had a tail of some sort, and I was not sure why.

Feeling that things were too odd, with far too many coincidences, I left this job a short time later, wanting some peace and quiet. Things quietened down a fair bit after this, for about a year (that I am aware of, things could have been taking place without my awareness, such as more hypnotic programming etc).

There are a lot of small things I have left out, that only make sense to me, they would be too small for the casual reader to grasp, but the basis of the story has been included here.

At this point I was starting to become aware that my life is choreographed and I might be a small part of something much larger.

I will write more later. I have things to do.

KINDLE Psycoops

Who is Mrs B? Name her.

do you see your father

Ok so I left that job.

I got a few odd jobs around the place, things like factory work, construction labour, sales, waterfront work.

I was just coasting through life not really committing to anything as I had plans to reapply to the military in the capacity they wanted me.

I did end up reapplying as a special forces candidate, worked on getting fit for a few months and then headed off for my interview.

On the day of my interview, something straight of the MK ULTRA handbook happened to me. I was drugged. I was pulled aside by my 'auntie' and offered something to drink as it was 'such a hot day'. I still did not recognise who she was. This was just outside the recruiting centre. I initially refused the offer. She was rather persistent. She was with two other males in the immediate vicinity of where she was and there was likely to be others elsewhere. I ended up having a glass of water that had an odd taste to it. I was told it was mineral water. It wasn't mineral water. It was water with amphetamines infused in to it. I would now recognise that taste anywhere as I had a sip of a friends water and asked why she drank mineral water. She told me she had mixed some amphetamines in to it. After she told me that, that information clicked in to place and increased my awareness of the situation I was in. It was around this time that I started piecing things together.

So I was under the influence of amphetamines at the recruiting centre. In hindsight, it perfectly explains my behaviour at the centre. I was very confident and fearless.

I did a psych test whilst I was there, and got through it okay. There were no medical tests such as drug testing, so I cannot be 100% sure that I had a high dose of amphetamines in my system, but I am pretty confident that was what it was based off the taste and the effects.

Various things happened which are interesting, but don't really have anything to add to my situation. Of course, it was likely all orchestrated and choreographed prior and was another 'dance'. Some of it was what I can assume to be scenario, not written, but practical psych examinations that were conducted without me supposed to realise that they were tests. People just don't act like that for fun. At one stage I was naked. That was humiliating as I have had at some points in my life severe body image issues. At another stage I felt threatened by a group of people, approximately 8 or so of them, and I pulled a knife that I had in my pocket. At another stage I was on the floor with a woman giving her a cuddle. At another stage I had given my knife away and was in a situation I perceived to be threatening where I did some strikes to the neck of a military staff member and tripped his legs up putting him on the ground. They were using sprays which were disclosed later as being pheromone sprays, which is why I assume the sprays I got hit with when I was a child, at the beginning of my programming, were also pheremone sprays. They told me I was homosexual, which was news to me as I had always been attracted to women. They were adamant that I was gay. They had other sprays. Some which made you aggressive, some which made you protective, some which made you horny, some that made you want to be physically affectionate and want to bond with others. They had a whole variety.

Anyway, at the end of these ordeals, I left the building and went and sat outside. I was kind of in love with someone who worked there, but I blame the sprays. As I was sitting down outside I got overwhelmed with grief and sadness, and just started crying. I was really intense, I was totally overcome with various emotions. Mainly I thought I had fucked up again due to my antics in the centre. But I was also missing the girl. She was watching me through a second story window and eventually came back out. She came and sat with me and we had a chat, though I don't recall the specifics of it except that I told her I felt she was not safe and that I wanted to protect her. It was awkward. There was a lot of programming involved whilst I was there. I don't know if they were all cleared to do it, however there was an officer present so I can hope and assume it was all above board.

Eventually, who would appear again, but my 'auntie'. She was trying to drag me away and I wanted to stay seated. Again, I was not sure of who she was, but I had some recollection.

The recruiting staff saw it through the window and raced down to see what was going on. I introduced the lady as my 'auntie'. They then assumed she was there to take me home. I then told them I hadn't met her before. All hell broke loose after that.

She ended up leaving and I ended up back in the recruiting centre. I delivered various pre-programmed messages whilst in there, put in there by my dad and some of his associates. Some of the messages related to revealing the extent of what I had been through my entire life. I was mind fucked though. My dad had a friend who discovered the extent of what I had been through and where I was destined to end up and got incredibly jealous. He was involved in low level Masonry. He proceeded to give me the ultimate mind fuck. Hypnotically induced hallucinations, anxieties, false memories and false beliefs. I was hypnotically programmed to have symptoms of various mental illnesses. This was put in about three years before I went to the recruiting centre.

So after delivering a blow-by-blow account of my life and programming, such nonsense would appear such as conspiracy theories that were obviously not plausible and false memories that were obviously impossible to be accurate. He was involved in organised crime and drug manufacture and trafficking, I don't know how he isn't in jail.

He helped destroy my life and my future. I still delivered all the messages.

What can I say, some people treated me as a toy to be used for their own benefit and amusement, due to their anti Western stances and jealousy and resentment.

I ended up leaving the building after a while and returned home, with most of the day a hazy memory. I had been through a lot. There was also a lot I really didn't want to remember. I am good at dissociating and forgetting things I don't want to remember. I don't recall seeing my 'auntie' again after that for a good few months, about five or six.

I ended up getting a job in construction shortly after the events of that day. I got a phone call about a week after I my visit to the centre, asking when I was coming back. I said I didn't want to come back as I wasn't fit enough. I got a couple of more phone calls later and told them I was working and had a job now and wasn't prepared for the army, as I still wasn't fit enough. With the job I had I got offered to be on staff.

I would later find out that a good number of the people I was now working with were involved in Masonry. They hated the government, hated the army, and some of them were even communist. And they certainly did not like the fact I was pro-American and wanting to join the army at some later stage in my life.

Once again I got mind fucked. I was placed in a mental prison and told I had to have a sex change, or they would kill me. I was also ordered to kill a family member by them. None of that happened, and I am still alive.

I think it should be noted that I do not watch much TV and am not in to pop culture such as TV shows, celebrity gossip, modern/current music and movies. They (the people from work) did drug me on more than one occasion with heavy drugs such as methylamphetamine and MDMA. I know this happened. I was once again a Masonic toy.

Now, the relevance of me not being in to pop culture will become relevant here. I was at home after work one day, and the MTV music awards was on TV, and I was watching it. This is a show that would never have piqued my interest, in fact, I can never recall watching the show prior or after the event. After the ad breaks, when there was a return to the show, there would be an animated all seeing eye symbol in the bottom right corner of the screen. When I first saw it my mood and focus changed immensely. I felt tranced out. I attributed it to post-hypnotic suggestion put in by the people I was working with. I came to this conclusion because I would never normally watch such a show and that I had recently had run ins with people who identify as either being a part of or having good friends within Masonry. I also had the thought cross my mind that Australia was being invaded by Masonic elements and that I had to do something. I hence decided to 'activate'. I was preparing to wage an individual war. I was going to go to the bush, arm up, and wage a one man war focused on Masonry and people I knew who were associated with Masonry. I had all this knowledge materialise in my mind about tactics, technology, where to get weaponry and how to undertake my crusade. Maybe it was inserted a long time ago as part of my mind control or training. Either way all this relevant information surfaced, which when analysed was workable. It was also slightly personal as I felt Masonry had put me in this situation.

I didn't get far. I was picked up in my own street, not far from my house, by the police. There were three people in the car. There were two armed and uniformed men, and one in plainclothes and unarmed. I doubt he was a police officer. He seemed to have an uncanny resemblance to the 'doctor' (the programmer). I was loaded in to the back of the police car, in a box sort of thing, like a cage. I wasn't happy and was bashing on the sides the whole trip demanding to be let out. I believe it was due to my behavior, but I was not taken to the police station to be booked, I was taken to the local hospital for a mental health assessment. I was initially cleared of not being under the influence of any drugs. Whilst there the 'doctor' (not the hospital staff) would stand at the end of the bed I was on in the ED. He had a fierce face on and did not seem happy. I got to talking to him. I remember saying to him I didn't want to work for him as they 'kill people'. He said, “We're not like the Americans, we don't kill people.” The police later told me there was no one there and I was talking to no one. I did verify later with a family member who was present when I was carted away by the police that there was actually a plain clothed person with no firearm. So they were trying to induce in my mind that I was hallucinating. He told me other things too, such as “You passed the test.” “We're trying to help you, don't talk.” He still didn't seem very happy with me.

My 'auntie' even turned up after a little while. She had two rather fit looking men with her. They stayed seated about 8 metres away. She came up to me and said “We still own you.” in a voice I can only describe as haunted. It didn't sound paranormal, it was just scary the way she said it. She also called me gay, as did the two men she was with. They were also laughing. I think they were trying to trigger me to remembering what happened at the recruiting centre.

She eventually left after a very short while. The 'doctor' came over to me and asked who she was. I said she was my 'auntie'. He asked me if I had met her before. I was puzzled and said no. He then got irate and asked well how could she be my auntie then. I was again confused.

I got admitted to hospital that day, and was put in a psych ward about a week later. I ended up being diagnosed as having had a manic episode of Bipolar disorder. I was placed on mood stabilisers and an antipsychotic. After about a month I was discharged.

In the psych ward I was again given very simple hypnotic programming, nothing like what I had experienced elsewhere.

I was also given another dose of evil (programming) but I don't really need to get in to it. It was either government sanctioned or it wasn't, but it occurred in a mental health facility so it might not have been. Don't forget the government are not the only people who make programs. You have the Masons doing it as well, and mind control experiments started with the psychiatric profession. The psychiatric profession is trying to set up their own empire of sorts, based on mind control. They want everyone to have a mental health condition where they can exert control over other people's lives. They have the power and authority in this country to have people held against their will, have the police fetch people and deliver them to a facility, and force people to receive treatment, often against their will. And it was revealed not long ago that they want to make rape a mental illness so a rapist is given to the psychiatric profession for 'help' and 'treatment'. They appear to be trying to elevate themselves to a position above the courts, prisons and judicial system in general. They also want to make a toddler having a tantrum diagnosed as having temper dysphoria disorder or something similar. They literally want to make normal behavior mental illness, and certain crimes not crimes, but mental health disorders. They are in the process of setting up an empire, very similar to how the Masons do it, with basic mind control techniques. And it looks like they are slowly getting there, to a position where they have immense power and control over other people's lives. Not only that, but they are setting themselves up to become super rich. If everything is a psychiatric condition, they will have clients till the cows come home and they will make a lot of money. Take note there is no scientific proof of any mental illness, but they can, will and do circumvent courts, detain people, and have the police at their beck and call. They are trying to medicalise normal behavior to advance their profession and generate more income.

Anyway...

I was both relieved and upset about my mental health diagnosis. You could not join the Australian Defence Force with a mental health condition. I wasn't sure if I wanted to join in the first place when I got introspective about the ordeal, or if I was just thinking that way to make myself feel better.

Shortly after there was a change of policy within Australian Defence Force recruiting where they were now allowing people with mental health issues to enlist. I don't know how I felt after that. I was with a girl who had a recent history of self harm. I self harmed for a little while too. There is no way they will take a self harmer, I thought to myself, so then my military non-career was totally jeopardised.

I had a few weeks off work and returned some time later. In my time off I briefly associated with the person who made the amphetamines drink.

One night after visiting at their house, on my way home, as I was walking, I was chased by a black car, at about midnight. It was swerving at me and in appearance was trying to run me over. I doubt the driver was really trying to run me over.

I had a freak out and decided, at about midnight, to return to hospital for a mental health admission. I was told it was psychosis and not real. It was real. I had witnesses to the car. They were rather dismissive of me.

I met the 'Illuminati' whilst I was in hospital. I don't believe it really exists, these people just call themselves as such. They were in to neo-paganism, witchcraft, and programming. I got raped in there after showing an interest in what they were doing. They have programming skills, very similar to what the military do. There was hypnosis, there was anal rape, there was trauma and fear. It was like revisiting my childhood all over again, except much worse. It was aggressive, it seemed like it was being done for the purpose of pure mind control and slavery, rather than what the military does, which is build someone up.

I think it is all tied in with the psychiatric empire being built. And it's not speculation, hearsay or conspiracy. It is actually happening. Of course you can't mention it or you will just be dismissed as unbalanced or crazy. They are trying to get ex-army and others to use as foot soldiers. Their individual weapons are, believe it or not, cancer cells. They will inject with cancer cells. They proved it to me by doing it to my dog. It died. They said they can do covert cloning also.

After this I did not work for a few years, and returned to studying. Nothing much happened that I can recall, though I do recall getting a visit from a programmer to remove some programming I had undergone that was not government sanctioned. So they still maintained contact with me.

I was giving serious though to defecting to the Russians at some point, as I had started piecing together my life. And just wasn't happy.

I did still love America though. It has a beautiful constitution.

Not long after pondering online about defecting to the Russians, I went for a walk down the street. There was a car parked there full of people. There were the two guys who visited me in hospital with my 'auntie', although I can't be sure as I am slightly short sighted. There was a woman in the drivers seat who looked very similar to my 'auntie' though she was, in appearance, much younger. And there was another gentleman in the front passenger seat.

So I was walking down the street and I saw what appeared to be my dog. It was virtually identical. In fact it was identical, but much younger. Same distinctive markings, same size, same dog. Just younger. Maybe it was a clone.

They were looking at me with shocked and surprised expressions as I went down the street. I didn't give them much attention.

Shortly after I moved home. I woke up one night with a man and a woman in my bedroom. Another nocturnal visit. The woman had a RFID chip, which as you might know is not a tiny thing, though it is quite small. She held it up close to my eyes so I could see what it was, and then proceeded to stick it up my nose. I don't know what she was doing, she was just shoving it up there, not trying to implant it. She eventually left with her cohort, unsuccessful in chipping me, if that was her objective. I doubt it was. I think her idea was to get me to report either to mental health what had happened, or to the police, who would instantly refer me to mental health for thinking there was a chip in my nose. So I couldn't tell anyone as after that I would have absolutely zero credibility. I did wake up with a bleeding nose, however, it definitely was not a dream. I also got a CT scan of my nose and sinuses by telling a doctor who I didn't know that I was in a fight and still had a sore nose. Nothing turned up on the CT scan.

I did eventually tell a psychiatrist about it, who decided upon that that I had schizophrenia. So now I have absolutely zero credibility. I have no idea why I would tell a psychiatrist that I felt someone stuck a microchip up my nose.

That's pretty much all the important stuff, except for about six months ago.

I got a visit, and I don't know who from. The hypnosis must have been too deep because I can't reliably recall who it was. I woke up with an odd feeling in my back, and found two small nodules on my back, under the skin. They started dissolving after a week or so and getting smaller. My body odour changed as this happened. I got some tests and discovered that my estrogen levels were sky high. After a few weeks they totally dissolved and eventually my body odour returned to normal. It was estrogen. I did some research and found you can get pellets like that that are placed under the skin for such things as hormone replacement therapy. They usually use one. I had two and I assume they were extremely high strength. I don't think the reason they were placed there was for destroying my body and making me grow breasts, because they are supposed to last nine months if you put them somewhere like under the skin on your stomach. This is documented that I had this. And there is no way I could have reached there and done it to myself. I think they were placed there to make me feminised, submissive and complacent by changing my brain structure, and therefore more likely to conform to mind control and not subconsciously resist it. If I had to make a guess at who it was, I would say it was the mental health cult, which honestly does exist.

The profession that brought you lobotomies, MK ULTRA and human mind control experiments, is at it again!

They are destroying people for their own gain, financial and otherwise, and placing them under mind control. And it is real. Maybe they are working with the government as I might have pissed them off at some stage and now they are out to destroy me and need plausible deniability.

So anyway, I am left with no credibility.

I can't realise my dream of joining the army.

I can't discuss this with anyone as it sounds unbelievable and kooky.

And I will never be able to get off medication, as I have found out if you stop taking the medication, you can have a rebound psychosis, and experience a mental health condition. I suppose it is interesting to learn that if you give a sane person antipsychotics without their knowledge, and then stop them taking them, they will experience psychosis and you can get them diagnosed as having a psychotic mental illness.

That's enough for today, I think. That's pretty much the story so far in chronological order. I will fill in the bits and pieces, in non-chronological order in my next post. Because I know there are plenty of things I have left out. Highly relevant things.

LMAO!!! Subscribing for comedy!

Other bits and pieces I remember:

I remember at about age 7 or so, after this had all begun, that I was at my fathers place wearing his old army webbing and camouflage fatigues that were designed to be worn by someone my age.

I was filmed saying things such as “I want to kill people. I want to kill the Japs (Japanese).” It wasn't me doing it, it was like nothing I would say, it was all under hypnosis. I wasn't ever like that. I don't know why they needed this on tape. Maybe it was used as a surety as with the tapes of my dad raping me, a way to blackmail him or have me removed from his care if necessary.

Around the same time I remember they came to our house with fold out tables. One at a time we were to lay on these and receive electric shocks until we submitted and dissociated. They were pretty intense. I remember not even lasting a second, as soon as it was switched on I lost recollection of what happened. I remember my dad being a fair bit tougher than I, a small child, and holding out for a good deal of time before he dissociated.

I remember writing about some of this stuff online about 5 years ago and having a black van pull up and park outside where I was living. When I approached the van at about midnightish, it sped off down the street. So there were obviously people in the van for a substantial amount of time. Maybe it was a surveillance van? It was pretty obvious though, a black van with tinted windows. Maybe they wanted me to think or realise I was being watched, as you would expect a surveillance van to be inconspicuous.

There is heaps of stuff.

I can remember the lady who I refer to as my 'auntie' coming to my house and showing me pictures of faces of people. I don't know why that is useful for them to do.

Why I think my life is choreographed comes down to a few reasons. The first house I moved to when I started living alone was right next door to one of my defence force recruiters or their parents. It was bizarre. I went to a flea market a couple of weeks later (after moving next door to her) and ran in to another of my defence force recruiters. A short time after that I went to an air show, and again, encountered one of my recruiters.

It's got to be more than sheer coincidence. I feel I am programmed extensively.

I don't think I am crazy, I just feel that I have had unbelievable experiences which some people might consider fanciful or delusional. However, I have a mental health diagnosis I have to deal with.

I can recall moving about a year ago to a new place. I remember going for a walk to get familiar with the area, and I ran in to Mrs. B, my old first grade teacher. I said hi and had a brief chat with her. She didn't live in the area and remembered my name and who I was, which is odd after all these years. Maybe she just has a great memory. What was quite odd was how I met her, as I walked past a house, she walked out and proceeded to get in to a position where I could not avoid her. It feels orchestrated.

There are so many small events that wouldn't seem like anything unless you were living them.

For example, one of the people from the underground militia group I referred to as Jim, which is not his real name. He has body doubles which he doesn't make a huge secret of (he doesn't tell the whole world though). I remember about a year and a half ago presenting myself to an out of area hospital for mental health treatment, as I had crippling anxiety. They told me they cannot admit me for anxiety and told me to go home and deal with it. At the hospital I saw a man there with what I assume were his wife and daughter who looked remarkably like “Jim”. It wasn't him but it looked just like him.

A few months later I was walking through town and I saw the same man driving a car the wrong way down a one way street. The first three letters of his numberplate spelt out 'Jim'. I'm certain it was the exact same guy. And it is no coincidence.

So I am assuming I have hypnotically induced anxieties, and places I am programmed to be at certain times and days.

It's really quite scary when you realise your whole life is a dance and that because of this dance, you could be harmed easily at any time, seeing as your behavior is not random or natural, but choreographed, and you would be easy to locate at any time.

What else can I remember...

They're little things which might seem inconsequential to you, things such as the above mentioned encounter with 'Jim' and Mrs. B, which as I just wrote, probably mean nothing to you.

I don't know what to do. I would love to know why I was given a massive, quick dose of estrogen and who did it. Or why people would stick a RFID up my nose, leave me with a bleeding nose and then leave. Possibly all as a means to discredit me so I can never get my story heard or any form of compensation. Throwing me at mental health took care of that. I have no credibility now.

I am seeing a hypnotherapist shortly (in the next week or so) to go through and try and destroy all my programming and also so I can find out who did what to me and when.

I don't know what I am. I know I am not a spy. I know I am not military. I have an inkling that I am something, something important, but that I am controlled and owned by outside forces.

Maybe I am some kind of sleeper agent? Or an experiment or project gone wrong and then terminated?

Any questions, just ask.

It comes to me at times...

Another thing I recall was getting followed a few years ago. I was with this girl, and I was dating her friend who was a Muslim.

We went to a pub and a few to drink, her friend and I.

We noticed a guy in the pub who wasn't doing anything, he just seemed out of place.

Later on that night we had a car crash. It was about 11pm on a Sunday. Immediately behind us was the guy from the pub in his unmarked car.

We found out he was a member of the Australian Federal Police and claimed to have been at an anti terrorism conference. At 11pm on a Sunday...

We saw him at the pub. He was right behind us when we crashed.

Surely not a coincidence.

Please provide a secure location or email adress where I may contact you.

I have the squares that you seek.

Or contact me at [email protected]

Please don't toy with me or try and take advantage of me.

It's not nice to start with, and it wastes both our times.

Im not. Contact me or dont. Your choice.

336JJ

I went into the recruiting office with a business degree and as a competent amatuer bodybuilder with 6 percent body fat at 86kg.They put me on the scales and told me I was 6kg overweight for my height,the fact I had a physique that could bench 340 and run a 4 and a half minute mile didn't matter I wasn't compatible with their chart.Needless to say the dickheads never saw me again.