THE SMALL LAB I MENTION EARLIER IS THE SECRET LAB IN THE ATTIC OF THE LIBRARY! (and I have enclosed diagrams).
I remember this because when they brought me up there the man with the white hair said to me “Rhino, what do you think of this place? This is all for you!” and I said “It’s a f*cking dump” and he said, “Well you have to give us some time to fix it up, it hasn’t been used in forty years.” Then I remember the beatings and the electric shock they did to me. I remember trying to escape and once when I got lose and had kicked the crap out of all the lab guys I tried to jump out of the only window. I opened the window and was halfway out when I realized that I was at the top of the library and it was at least a hundred and fifty-foot drop down to anything.
At that point, I knew I was screwed and I also knew where I was from the view. I specifically remember that! Then I remember going back with the FBI once to raid the lab and we broke in and was in the process of seizing everything when someone very high up in the FBI who was under the control of the Illuminati OR the NSA or whichever other government agency they used to control the situation (which I didn’t put together until later), ordered the complete halt of the raid and the whole thing was covered up. And once again they erased my memory.
January 22ND 1998 – I am still writing and trying to piece all this together. My mother is a woman who is a “Packrat” if you will. She collects and saves EVERYTHING especially pertaining to her son.
As I am writing down my thoughts to make sense of it all I go upstairs and go to the filling cabinet to where my mother keeps everything. My folder is gone. Everything that pertained to my past, my high school football clippings, my old report cards, the police reports of when I got in trouble when I was a kid. These were the reports I used to shove in my mother’s face when we were having an argument two months before when she was insisting that I was never a bad kid. It had all mysteriously disappeared.
My mother must have told Astrid when she “reports” to her weekly as to what I am doing and Astrid must have told her to get rid of the file, to get rid of anything that would “spark” any more memories. So now my house has been erased of any memories of my past. I have not said a word to my mother that I know that my folder is missing, but let me tell you I was a serious shock to me as everything becomes reality. But it only adds to the proof of my past. Still no memories of the Illuminati or any other intervention with the FBI at this point.
What scares me the most is not remembering all of these events, but forgetting them again! You see I know for certain that I have my own “QUEEN OF DIAMONDS” if you will (from the Manchurian candidate) locked in my mind somewhere. This is the programming that they use to control the Navy, the Army, The Air Force and most of the elected officials. I know this because I remember coming out of this before. I vaguely remember contacting the FBI, contacting the Rochester newspaper looking for articles on the girls’ death. Looking for articles about a trial during that time. I remember speaking to someone about “the blackout trial.”
I remember driving to a house in upstate New York sometime after I graduated, ringing the bell, a woman answers the door, looks at my face and instantly starts screaming as she becomes hysterical. A man then comes to the door. He sees my face, and I see the fear in his eyes as he becomes paralyzed with terror. I have a big smile on my face and I tell them how I know I’m the last person they want to see but I must speak to them and may I come in. They very cautiously let me in. I remember being in their living room and how I told them the story about what they did to me, and how I begged the girl’s mother to please forgive me for the things they made me do and the things they made me say.
I tell them how I am going to fight them and bring the whole government down. The father speaks and tells how there is no case without you, how they have a videotape. I ask to see it, they look at each other with very exasperated faces, and produce a video cassette from behind the bookshelf. I remember, With my big smile on my face I talk about how we are going to get “those f*cking sons of bitches“. “My legal team must see the tape,” I say and I take it. They both get upset “that’s their only evidence and the only copy.” I go toward the door and walk down to the front stoop. I turn around and With my big smile I say “Don’t worry I’ll be back, and vengeance will be ours.”
Then with the biggest, happiest voice and smile, I can muster, I wave bye-bye! Like I had just made two new best friends. With them still standing in the doorway, I walk across the lawn to the street. As I reach the street a car pulls up with two men inside. I walk right up to it. The man on the passenger side asks me if I got the tape. “Of course I got the tape” I reply. He says “give it to me” and I do. The man tells me that I did good, and don’t forget to wave goodbye to the nice people. And the car pulls away. From behind me, I hear a voice filled with unmeasurable anger and pain screaming “YOU F*CKING SON OF A BITCH, YOU F*CKING BASTARD, I’M GONNA KILL YOU!!!!!” I turn back and see a man with a baseball bat halfway across the lawn on his way towards me.
Words cannot describe the anguish on his face as he cannot control his tears. The moment I make eye contact with him he freezes like a statue from fear, he tries to muster the courage to continue but instead collapses with the pain now overwhelming him as he screams “NOOOOO” and begins to sob uncontrollably.