Project Superman 24a

What the government is doing to “cover their tracks”, simply is they come up with a fictitious medical term to “explain” what all these people are remembering. In this case, they came up with the “false memory syndrome“. The fact that all these people are simply “delusional” or “crazy” and they (conveniently) need medication. It conveniently explains their “memories” of the wrongdoings and government torture done to them as all simply being “figments of their imagination” and “it all […] Read More

Project Superman 23a

The Illuminati is made up of a group of about twenty men. All are 6′-2″ or over, white and are of indeterminate older age (I would say above the age of 70 but I suspect that with the technology they have available to them they, in reality, are much much older). They convene in a board room with a huge wooden table which is in the shape of a football. Each chair has a control panel and a television […] Read More

Project Superman 22a

AND WHAT DO I DO! With the biggest, happiest voice and smile I can muster, I wave BYE-BYE! IT WAS NICE MEETING YOU, BYE-BYE! BYE-BYE. Just like I had just made two new best friends. I get in my car and turn the key. All the while I can’t help but feel really good about myself, proud, noble, and majestic as I drive away. I remember doing this because no matter how hard I fought back, no matter how […] Read More

Project Superman 21a

I get there and let me tell you my heart was pounding. I go to the building and look at the bottom block where the car had hit the building. AND LET ME TELL YOU, THE CRACK IN THE BLOCK IS STILL THERE, AND THE ONE RAILING IS STILL BEING HELD IN PLACE BY DIFFERENT COLOR CEMENT JUST AS I REMEMBERED IT! October 30th, 1997 – I move back home and start to look for people with similar experiences […] Read More

Project Superman 20a

Aaron says something very strange to me. He says “man, you have nothing to worry about with Pilar, she absolutely idolizes you“, ‘trust me‘ on this. ” How the hell would he know? I ask myself later. Months later, when I put it all together, I think he did it to see if I had told Pilar about his father, good thing I didn’t. One Friday night I’m at home and Pilar is coming over later to watch some […] Read More

Project Superman 19a

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 underground bases. The thing is I go home and what do I do, I go right over to my best […] Read More

Project Superman 18a

I fax over my resume and a cover letter to Dr. Purrizzo. And about a day later he calls me. I ask him about the job and in the sweetest voice he says to me “Sure the job is still open Andy, come on in for an interview, how about tomorrow about 1:00. Do you know where my office NOW is?” I said that I did not, so he gave me directions. The next day at 1:00 I am […] Read More

Project Superman 17a

Having a coach run back to the goal line to watch my start, and after I ran I would have to turn around and do it again because it just didn’t make any sense. The point is I already had speed, and with the conditioning in my mind, I became so unbelievably fast it was supposedly not possible. They chased me in the car several times and the one time Mr. Green was in the car and after we […] Read More

Project Superman 16a

It was my own personal supercomputer which was connected directly to the root of my mind, the root of my essence, and the root of my soul. Any information that was entered into this computer would become instantly part of ME, and part of my soul. The computer had unlimited memory and unlimited speed. It was the fastest and most top-secret computer in the world. The information will go directly from the source to the core of my essence, […] Read More

Project Superman 15a

Chinese martial arts weapons, Chinese throwing stars, numb-chucks, brass knuckles with spikes, etc.. My mother hated, and I mean hated guns. I was not allowed to have ANY toy guns as a child what so ever, no bee-bee guns, no toy guns, not even any plastic guns. I wasn’t even allowed to play like I was shooting anyone (cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians) when I was a child. When Atari came out, my mother hated even the idea […] Read More