Post by paddy on Jan 3, 2017 15:21:39 GMT -5
During in the last 30yrs only the last five of them have i been able to recover and join together this mind full of fragmented memories. During in this time span i have been subjected to lots of abductions by the hidden group , i can not say for sure who they actually belong to wether it has all ways a group attached in some way to the Tavistock Institute i can not be sure for i have been told so many different things. So to make it easier i now just call them all Black Op's as this is what it is. I am a Monarch Mind Controlled Individual i will not claim to be a Victim as i am now aware in my mind you can only be a victim when your unaware. This maybe wrong for so many however for me it is how i try to deal with it. I know i have head full of Alters although that barrier stops any collusion between them all though i believe that what i term as bleed through often accounts to an intuitive inner knowing about given memories. When i say the definition 'I' this is where i term the me in the everyday the world the 'I' the knower.
I have decided to broach upon a system that i went through some years ago now, i can't give an actual year although i shall guess at the mid to late 1990's , i was abducted in the usual manner where i would be drugged by Agents and placed into a side loader custom transit van. Once out of site i would then be anaesthetised properly and rendered unconscious. On awaking i would find myself in a small area a room no bigger than an average three bedroomed houses downstairs floor plan. here was at one end was a raised area where there was lots of technology it actually looked similar to huge mixing desks. i would at the other end of the room where there were several gurney's each seemed to be at full vertical extension , there was also a chair . Now this chair seemed to made out of wood that had been painted, the arms were very wide and box like, the back of the chair was higher than the position of my head there were box type wings and a belt to strap the rider as it was termed into this contraption. Now this is where the technology aspect of this machine chair comes into play. A helmet with a visor is placed onto the head of the person sat in the chair and the only way i can describe this is a technology that is years ahead of any virtual technology that is available to date. This machine could and is calibrated for the person in the chair it is as though your are not only staring in the role of a film but you feel and experience that of the rider unmanly occasions i was killed virtually when the rider is killed you would carried very care fully onto the gurney and a hat similar to a swimming hat with a plethora of wires protruding from it i presume this was mapping out brain waves for some reason.
On one of these occasions i really suffered lots of pain i recall the pain as if it was yesterday. I had nails hammered through my hands and feet the breeze was blowing over my body the screams from the men who were knocking in these nails in are crystal clear even though i write of this in the past tense. On this particular occasion i was lifted up very high into the air after being nailed onto this cross i never died on this one however the pain was excruciating i was screaming at the men below to get me down where a response came back that i had to get my self down as they could not. With this i had to physically rip my own hands and wrists off of this wooden frame and then my feet as i said the pain was immense. Once i had released myself i fell to the ground which seemed to be around twenty foot but in realty i most likely fell out of that box wood chair. I was help up by my handler when i heard a round of applause. With this i was asked to show my hands i was physically shaking and in shock something of which has happened on many occasions.
The reasons they were looking at my hands was to search for stigmata. In hind sight when i came to realise this memory i had to find out as to why this was done other than the search for stigmata in other words why me out of lord knows how many others. I came to realising what had happened some time before this event and that was i had had a visit from three people two males and a female. They had lightly drugged me and got me into the side of one of their custom vans when say custom you have to see the inside to understand, anyway in the rear of the vehicle a sliding panel slide across and the female shouted my name threw from the front seats i couldn't see the driver but i recall hearing a male voice. The male in the Back with me i believe was a handler whom i had at around that time. He began to show me a series of large photographs of several males in Uniform and a few females he asked me which ones i recognised he seemed a little pissed off with me when i could not recognise any of them. In fact he went over them a few times saying you surely remember this man and this man unfortunately i could not or fortunate as i believe the case actually is/was. After this brief questioning he kept asking me who i was i kept saying my name but he kept on saying i know your name but who are you, after almost 5 or ten mins of this same question being asked i foolishly said i don't know maybe i'm Jesus with this he got quite angry i don't blame him in one sense. With this the deciding board from the front slide open and the male in the front said and i suppose he is the Arch Angel Gabriel then and she is Mary Madeline with this i just said yeah what ever or words to that effect. laughter came from the front of the vehicle but anger was in the air with this SI as he was aptly named said OK were going back we have a Programme to Write. Now i can only presume as to what programme is was referring to and this being the Virtual Reality Programme for the trip seat. I also know now that if i had been older at the time i would of probably died from the shock of that programme.
I have had quite a few more experiences in that chair , yet i have had also a whole load more experiences with not being in that chair. It is my knowing now that i have Theta and Delta programmed Alters also there is one that is evading me at the moment. Thanks for hosted one of my experiences i have many more to share. I know that for some who stumble across this that it will all too much and far fetched for them to believe i can only say that these are my memories of MILAB experiences and for me they are the frightening reality that there are very powerful people pulling the strings and owning people lives for many years with out there knowledge. Amnesic layers our walls between the Alters make this possible. This is all very clever psychological stuff and part of the Illuminati programmed sect.
I have decided to broach upon a system that i went through some years ago now, i can't give an actual year although i shall guess at the mid to late 1990's , i was abducted in the usual manner where i would be drugged by Agents and placed into a side loader custom transit van. Once out of site i would then be anaesthetised properly and rendered unconscious. On awaking i would find myself in a small area a room no bigger than an average three bedroomed houses downstairs floor plan. here was at one end was a raised area where there was lots of technology it actually looked similar to huge mixing desks. i would at the other end of the room where there were several gurney's each seemed to be at full vertical extension , there was also a chair . Now this chair seemed to made out of wood that had been painted, the arms were very wide and box like, the back of the chair was higher than the position of my head there were box type wings and a belt to strap the rider as it was termed into this contraption. Now this is where the technology aspect of this machine chair comes into play. A helmet with a visor is placed onto the head of the person sat in the chair and the only way i can describe this is a technology that is years ahead of any virtual technology that is available to date. This machine could and is calibrated for the person in the chair it is as though your are not only staring in the role of a film but you feel and experience that of the rider unmanly occasions i was killed virtually when the rider is killed you would carried very care fully onto the gurney and a hat similar to a swimming hat with a plethora of wires protruding from it i presume this was mapping out brain waves for some reason.
On one of these occasions i really suffered lots of pain i recall the pain as if it was yesterday. I had nails hammered through my hands and feet the breeze was blowing over my body the screams from the men who were knocking in these nails in are crystal clear even though i write of this in the past tense. On this particular occasion i was lifted up very high into the air after being nailed onto this cross i never died on this one however the pain was excruciating i was screaming at the men below to get me down where a response came back that i had to get my self down as they could not. With this i had to physically rip my own hands and wrists off of this wooden frame and then my feet as i said the pain was immense. Once i had released myself i fell to the ground which seemed to be around twenty foot but in realty i most likely fell out of that box wood chair. I was help up by my handler when i heard a round of applause. With this i was asked to show my hands i was physically shaking and in shock something of which has happened on many occasions.
The reasons they were looking at my hands was to search for stigmata. In hind sight when i came to realise this memory i had to find out as to why this was done other than the search for stigmata in other words why me out of lord knows how many others. I came to realising what had happened some time before this event and that was i had had a visit from three people two males and a female. They had lightly drugged me and got me into the side of one of their custom vans when say custom you have to see the inside to understand, anyway in the rear of the vehicle a sliding panel slide across and the female shouted my name threw from the front seats i couldn't see the driver but i recall hearing a male voice. The male in the Back with me i believe was a handler whom i had at around that time. He began to show me a series of large photographs of several males in Uniform and a few females he asked me which ones i recognised he seemed a little pissed off with me when i could not recognise any of them. In fact he went over them a few times saying you surely remember this man and this man unfortunately i could not or fortunate as i believe the case actually is/was. After this brief questioning he kept asking me who i was i kept saying my name but he kept on saying i know your name but who are you, after almost 5 or ten mins of this same question being asked i foolishly said i don't know maybe i'm Jesus with this he got quite angry i don't blame him in one sense. With this the deciding board from the front slide open and the male in the front said and i suppose he is the Arch Angel Gabriel then and she is Mary Madeline with this i just said yeah what ever or words to that effect. laughter came from the front of the vehicle but anger was in the air with this SI as he was aptly named said OK were going back we have a Programme to Write. Now i can only presume as to what programme is was referring to and this being the Virtual Reality Programme for the trip seat. I also know now that if i had been older at the time i would of probably died from the shock of that programme.
I have had quite a few more experiences in that chair , yet i have had also a whole load more experiences with not being in that chair. It is my knowing now that i have Theta and Delta programmed Alters also there is one that is evading me at the moment. Thanks for hosted one of my experiences i have many more to share. I know that for some who stumble across this that it will all too much and far fetched for them to believe i can only say that these are my memories of MILAB experiences and for me they are the frightening reality that there are very powerful people pulling the strings and owning people lives for many years with out there knowledge. Amnesic layers our walls between the Alters make this possible. This is all very clever psychological stuff and part of the Illuminati programmed sect.
