July 1993 – In my apartment complex, this guy unusually comes up to me and introduces himself to the apartment complex pool. The guy’s name is Aaron and he is down South to get his master’s degree in PSYCHOLOGY. Coincidentally he is also from Rochester NY.
And went to the University of Rochester for 1 semester and supposedly knows some of my friends as he is a “local” Rochester boy. He becomes my best friend after a while and about a year goes by. When we would go out drinking or be at parties Aaron would brag about being able to hypnotize people without them even knowing it and how he could just “f*ck” with people’s minds. I never thought much about it. I had absolutely no memory of any of my college horrors and frankly was having the time of my life in Atlanta. He was also one of my “best friends” so I never even considered or gave anything else a second thought.
July 1994 – The printing company didn’t expand in terms of future potential as I had hoped and I finally had quit after about a year and a half (I think). I was unemployed for a while but then I got my first corporate break. I get my first job with a major corporation (the Dunlop tire corporation).
Three hundred and sixty resumes for 1 spot and I got the job. So naturally, I was very excited and told all my friends. The job involved traveling all around the Southeast every week (being gone Tuesday through Friday, on the road, every week). The job didn’t start until late August and it was early July so I had some time on my hands. About two weeks after I told Aaron that I had gotten the job he calls me and asks me to come over.
I get to his apartment and we bullshit for about an hour, he tells me out of the blue that “some people are concerned about your new job“. I was shocked and this really came out of the left-field so I said: “what the f*ck are you talking about“. He said “the fact that we won’t know where you are during the week” and I was just utterly confused and became extremely pissed off (I still had no memory of any of the events, the torture, the assassinations, the Illuminati, nothing) and I said “What the hell are you talking about? Who is concerned? What business is it of theirs anyway? Who? I don’t understand?” He let it go.
What happened next he did not let go. I had all this time on my hands and I was very nervous because I had to go to Buffalo for three weeks of training. I was 24 years old and this was my first “real job” with a company car, expense account, and everything. Ever since I came back from Munich Germany when I was 5 years old I stuttered severely when I spoke. The thing is I knew it was all in my mind because when I was alone I could speak very fluently, but when I had to speak to anyone, read aloud or, heaven forbid, speak to a group of people my entire throat would just “lock-up” and I could not speak word one. This was a serious problem for me and needless to say, I was tormented as a child. But anyway, I decided that this was my first real job and if I wanted to get anywhere in life that I will not let this stop me and it must be fixed and now is the time.
I had never been to a hypnotherapist before but for some reason, I really believed in the power of hypnotism, and I really thought that this along with my Silva mind control could really help me. So I open the yellow pages and pick out a hypnotherapist. In the ad the hypnotherapist claimed to be able to cure many different ailments within a few sessions, stuttering was one of them so I called and made an appointment. I proceed to go into the appointment talk to the Doctor and explain how I think my problem is all in my mind. He states that my conclusions are “very interesting“, and he puts me under.
When I opened my eyes the doctor’s face was white as a ghost and he is sweating bullets, there are now two assistants in the room and they have the same horrific look on their faces. The doctor in a trembling voice asks me “DID YOU KNOW YOU HAVE SOME KIND OF A GOVERNMENT MEMORY CAP IN YOUR MIND?” I said, “no, what are you talking about?” He is still sweating profusely, and I ask him “what is going on.” He would not discuss it but he said he wanted to see me tomorrow.
I go to pay for the session in the lobby and I ask the assistant “what happened in there?” At first, she would not tell me but I finally got it out of her. She said that I absolutely FREAKED OUT and I was absolutely screaming uncontrollably. She also stated that in her 15 years with this doctor she had never seen anything like it. She said the doctor tried for 15 minutes to put the cap back on and I would not let him, they had to get three other people to hold me down and finally he got control of the situation again.