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.