I sprinted from the Hoover Building, encountering Houston who waited
just outside. Houston hurried me to the Smithsonian where I waited for
my escorts as instructed at the "Face Changing" exhibit. This
computerized exhibit illustrates how an individual's face can take on
a radically different appearance by slightly altering any single feature.
The exhibit fascinated me as a programmed MPD since multiples often
experience the unnerving phenomena of routinely not recognizing
themselves in a mirror due to switching personalities. A multiple's
face often changes slightly with each switch, which "validates" the
religious communities' perceptions of so-called "demonic possession"
in occultism. Logic quickly dispels this belief when it is realized
that everyone's expression changes according to emotion, by skin
color and tones, blood pressure, and by tightening or relaxing
specific micro muscles. An MPD's face changes are more exaggerated
when these natural conditions are combined with the results of
sophisticated programming. "Charm School" teaches subconscious
control over these natural phenomena as a ready-made disguise on
government slaves such as myself, as well as to enhance sex slaves'
"beauty" to their maximum potential. I was incapable of thinking or
logically understanding my fascination with the display, as I stood
totally enthralled, waiting for my escorts as ordered.
As the escorts approached, I was relieved to see Kelly with them.
Though she was visibly tranced and traumatized, the fact that she was
alive was all I was capable of grasping. When she saw the "Face
Changing" exhibit, she excitedly exclaimed, "Uncle George just read
me a book about this!" Before I could hear anymore, I was led away,
leaving Kelly with our handler, Houston.
I was then quickly taken to Bush's Residence Office, which here-to-fore
was unfamiliar to me. Although it had slate blue plush carpets and fine
furnishings like the White House office, latticework and smaller rooms
provided a different air. I sat in a hard back wooden chair as ordered,
while Bush carefully positioned himself in front of me on a little
wooden footstool. This allowed me clear visibility of the large book
that he held in his lap. All illustrations faced me, while all text
except the last page was printed in the holder's direction. This book
was a unique, high tech piece of art specifically designed to enforce
Bush's favorite method of programming, "You Are What You Read." The
juvenile face depicted on the front of this hardcover book gave it the
appearance of a children's storybook. It was entitled About Faces.
Bush explained the dynamics of "changing faces" and "becoming what I
read." Although I had been conditioned to this idea all of my life
through Disney stories, The Wizard of Oz, Alice in Wonderland, etc.,
I was not prepared for Bush's version of "You Are What You Read"
programming explanations. The illustrations themselves were elaborate,
consisting of mirrors and hypnotic depictions. He seemingly made the
book come alive in my mind as he read page after poetic page of
hypnotic, metaphorical language, all the while creating powerful
illusions. His impersonations of the characters further enhanced the
desired affect of fantasy becoming reality. This extraordinary effort
to scramble reality would have worked - perfectly -- had it not been
for another victim and myself discussing it only a few days later.
The purpose of Bush's book was clearly explained within the first few
pages, which included the following passage:
I am the Vice President when circumstance demands,
And I am your Commander; you'll follow my commands.
The first command's important - It is one you will heed,
When I send you a book, you are what you read.
Throughout my tenure as a Presidential Model mind controlled slave, I
was provided specific books according to Bush's program. These books,
delivered through pre-established channels such as Ken Riley, Alex
Houston, and even Ronald Reagan, came complete with specific commands
on how they were to be interpreted and used. Some books were used to
instruct me on operations; some were an attempt to scramble my memory
with fantasy; others were used to load my mind with pertinent data such
as bank account passbook numbers, and so on.
I was provided a paperback book entitled Afghanistan, from which I
absorbed history, current political events, and the strength of the
Afghani Freedom Fighters. I have since learned that the book I read was
never publicly released in the text it was provided me. According to
instruction, the book was delivered back to Bush as quickly as I
finished memorizing it. I wonder in retrospect if any part of it
contained fact beyond how I was supposed to perceive it.
I read stories of espionage, including Robert Ludlum's Bourne Identity,
and William Diehl's Chameleon. Mostly I was provided steamy sex novels
for further training as well as scrambles. Kelly was conditioned to
fairy tales, Steven Spielberg's ET, NASA NSA operative George Lucas'
Star Wars, and the nightmarish Never Ending Story. Steinbeck's classic
Of Mice and Men caused Kelly constantly to quote the dependant character
of Lenny for years saying, "Tell me what to do, George." She still
does this each and every time I am allowed to visit with her in the
mental institution. The attending therapist overseeing the visit has yet
to pick up on this programming cue, and I am forbidden by Juvenile Court
order not to discuss Kelly's past or therapy.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Trance-Formation of America: Project Monarch (excerpt #1)
Trance-Formation of America: From Dorothy to Tinker-Belle (excerpt #2)
Trance-Formation of America: The Most Dangerous Game (excerpt #3)