As I regain my memory, I remember that Mr. Green, the man who was so terrified of me, was one of the men who raped my mother in front of me while they held a gun to my father’s head when I was about seven years old. I remember 6 men coming into our house. Two of them put a gun to my father’s head and the other four went into the back room and had their way with my mother. I think I was about seven years old. As the men left they were laughing at my father and about what they had just done. My father just sat in his chair and cried.
I ran outside and swore to kill these men. This man turned around and put his gun in my face but I didn’t flinch. I just stood there and swore to kill him. He looked at me and thought about killing me for a split second and then slowly walked away, looking at me in the eyes. I remember that I had made the association of Mr. Green and what they did to my mother and father and that’s the reason why they could never break me using beating tactics. I had made an association between him and the entire group. That’s why no matter what they did to try and make me one of them I always hated them and would always hate them so there was nothing that they could do because the damage was already done.
Through my contacts, I have found out that the reason why I am having so much trouble regaining the essence of me is that what these people did to try and control me was they took the essence of me (my soul and my mind) out of my body, smashed my mind into many pieces and stuck me back in my body upside down and backward {{so to speak – Branton}}.
I remember that when I was sent on missions for the “Delta Force“, they would send me through a “Time Portal” and then bring me back a few days later. To earth in earth’s time. However, when you alter one’s timeline, they come back different. This is why when I would come back the mother of my child would always tell me that “I am different somehow?“.
I will explain this more, later. I was also contracted out to be used for “breeding” experiments to other alien governments by the Department of the Navy (and by the council who really runs the Earth – the New World Order). These alien governments wanted to cross me with one of their own to create a warrior class of species. I remember having sex with many different species and in many different places. Again much more into that later.
March 26th 1998 – I have put more and more of my mind back together. I have spoken of jumping off high objects and surviving. I jumped off a 200-foot platform for president Bush and hit the ground very hard. As I lay there, the president was furious as he thought they had just killed me. When I got up and then walked over to him he was in shock.
I remembering him asking me if “I had volunteered for this“. I just looked at him and started freaking out asking him for help. To put it bluntly, as there is no real other way, what the New World Order, the Montauk Project and the [Project] Monarch boys are all about is the controlling and manipulation of people’s minds for usage in their own projects. Once the mind of the subject has been effectively controlled they are then used (plugged into) machines and are then central components in time travel, weather control, and of course more mind manipulation.
The essence of their control and of their tactics comes from the “splitting” of the mind. The “splitting” of the mind entails a process of degradation and humiliation of the subject. The process is different for each individual. But in essence, what they do is go into your subconscious and find out what the most personal aspects of your are. Then they use this against you to essentially rip your mind apart. What happens is this, an individual boy who possesses special mental abilities is selected at a very young age (age 5 or 6). The boy is then subjected to various “stages?” of terror and horror to begin to separate himself from himself and his family.
They do things like having several men rape the boy’s mother in front of him and make him watch. They put a gun to the father’s head and make the 7-year-old boy watch his father sit there helplessly as his mother is raped in front of him. I remember this happening several times, in my childhood.