The Underground Nazi Invasion of the United States [PART 25]

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[Continued from part 1]

But now imagine a little girl was sexually molested by her father

and she tells this to her mother and mother says: "Good girls

forget this and bad girls will be abducted by the..." -- the

 reader 
can insert here any figure little children are afraid of

 in his country. 
In Germany it is the "Schwarze Mann" (black man).

 If this happens 
the little girl will forget the event in many

 cases because the system 
of self-preservation "believes" that

 remembering will lead to talking 
about [the abuse] and talking about [it] will be

 associated with 
danger to life. 

The perpetrators know these mental mechanisms. If they want to

implant a false memory they use the false memory to repress a

dangerous memory. This is a memory which is perceived by the

primitive self-preservation system as dangerous, of course. They

have developed a language to coerce this system to trigger the

retrieval of a false memory whenever a true memory -- the

 perpe-
trators don't want the victim to remember -- is ascending

 into the 
consciousness of the victim. For the subconscious
,
 believing the 
false memory means saving one's life. This is the

 REAL false 
memory syndrome. A girl for example who was sexually

 abused 
by her father and who is 'remembering' a nice childhood is

 suffering 
from the REAL false memory syndrome. 

Sometimes -- as in my case -- the victims are programmed to 
invent

 subconsciously false memories to repress the retrieval of 
the

 truth. 

Memories of a Victim

Agonies of Uncertainty

90 percent of my memories concerning the mind control treatment 
I

 was subjected to has been released by my subconscious before 
I

 had read about it. I became fully aware of the fact that I have

 been 
the victim of mind control machinations in December 1994

 during 
my Christmas vacation after a period of severe private and

 occupa-
tional stress. But since 1976 I have been tormented by

 fragmented 
bits of memories and agonies of uncertainty whether I

 suffer from 
a kind of paranoia never described in any textbook of

 psychiatry 
or wether my memories are scattered splinters of a

 true story. 
I wasn't able to talk to anybody about it. However

 until December 
1994  I was missing the key elements necessary to

 construct a 
frame of reference in which the fragments I have

 remembered so 
far make sense. In 1992 I found purely by chance a

 clue urgently 
needed to reveal the whole story in a book written

 by Paul Masson 
against Psychotherapy. He cited a text with a very

 strange title: 
"The Search for the Manchurian Candidate". John

 Marks' pioneering 
work induced a dialectical leap in my struggle

 to excavate the secrets 
buried in my subconscious. 

If we don't want to assume supernatural forces motivating me to

stand this exhausting and apparently hopeless struggle I have

 only 
one explanation at hand that has something to do with

 Nietzsches 
notion of memory of pain. Pain leaves traces in the

 oldest parts of 
the human mind where they are transformed into

 regulating units 
of some very archaic programs of

 self-preservation. There is no 
possibility to extinct these
 programs. Although the memory of the 
painful events can be

 repressed or even dissociated, these archaic 
programs are still

 active night and day on a subconscious level -- 
breaking through

 symbolic layers in the conscious mind urging a 
man interested in

 psychology like me to interpret them. Traumatic 
pain can motivate

 to dissociate and forget the traumatic experience, 
but this

 motivation is never perfect. That's one of the reasons why

trauma-based mind control has to be refreshed from time to time.

John Marks' book was an effective "memory expanding drug",

nevertheless it wasn't capable to supply me with Ariadne's thread

,
helping me to find my way through the mental labyrinth

 elaborately 
laid out by the mind controllers in order to hamper

 me running around, 
crying out the plain truth: Some born ass-holes on the payroll of some 
intelligence agency of a

 'democratic' state under the rule of 'law' have 
raped my mind, breaking human rights, acting like KZ-doctors.

The First Years

As far as I know my father was a Canadian soldier who was

 station-
ed in Werl, West Germany after world war II. When I was 20

 I met 
a woman who claimed to be my biological mother. From her I

 heard 
for the first time that my parents whom I thought to be my

 progenitors 
were de facto my step-parents. She told me that my

 father was a 
native Canadian from one of the Six Nations of the

 Iroquois. My pre-
sumed mother asserted that he were a Seneca. When

 I look in a mirror
I don't regard as true being an "Indian" -

- whenever I visit Italy the people 
there think me to be an

 Italian, especially a man from lovely Sicily. Only 
some weeks
 after I was born in 1951 my biological mother gave me to 
an

 orphanage in Luenen, West Germany, where she lived. Werl is not

far away from Luenen. I have only one memory of my time in this

 facility 
and I am not sure whether it is only an imagination or

 reality. It has 
something to do with a "doctor" whom I feared

 more than the devil. His 
frequent examinations were extremely

 painful. They probably took place 
when I was four years old. Some

 electrodes were fastened on my hands 
and I received shocks for

 wrong answers in discriminating tasks. He 
showed me cards with

 pictures and sometimes after having learned 
the "correct" answer,

 "right" and "wrong" were changed and I received 
shocks for

 answers with which I remained unshocked before. 

But I can't verify this memory. I assign to them only a

 subjective 
probability of .7. If this really happened however,

 there is every reason 
to believe that they started to 'mind

 control' me in early infancy. These 
examinations went on until I

 was adopted by a German couple when 
I was nearly five years old.

 Now I know that their motives to adopt me 
weren't honorable at

 all. Both were simple-minded NAZIS and SECRETLY
REMAINED TO BE NAZIS. My step-father was involved in

 the EXECUTION
OF JEWS during the war. After the war he feared to

 be taken to court 
because of his evil deeds, and -- being really

 simple-minded -- my step-
parents thought if they would adopt an

 offspring of the victors this might 
be assessed by the judges as

 "mildernde Umstaende" (mitigating circum-
stances). But it was a

 waste of effort: My step-father was never charged. 
My

 step-parents and especially my step-mother were extremely

 sadistic. 
My childhood was an endless chain of physical

 ill-treatments and sexual 
abuses. The consequence was a tendency

 to develop a Multiple Person-
ality Disorder (MPD) and so I was

 well-prepared for the purposes of the 
mind controllers.

Bavaria and Vietnam

When I was sixteen my step-parents allowed me to hitchhike with a

school friend through Germany during my holidays. In

 Aschaffenburg 
(Bavaria) a military car stopped in front of us and

 the soldiers claimed 
that something has happened to my parents

 and that I should enter 
their car because they wanted to ride me

 to their barracks. The soldiers 
wore the uniforms of the US Army

 and spoke American. I  was so 
confused that I obeyed them, my

 friend accompanied me. They involved 
me in a friendly

 conversation and they made me believe to concur with 
[them] that the

 Vietnam war was unjust. After arriving at the barracks 
my friend

 was told to wait for me in a waiting room while I was brought 
to

 an interrogation room, and now the atmosphere changed at once.

They accused me to be an American soldier who has deserted. And

as a counter-move to this accusation I blamed them [of] brainwashing

Vietcong and their own soldiers in the Vietnam war. Only God

 knows 
how I could know this. What happened then I have totally

 forgotten. 
What I have written down about the Aschaffenburg

 incident came into 
my mind in December 1994. Until then I had not

 the slightest memory 
that this has happened. But like every

 possible mind control incident 
before 1972 this may be pure

 imagination and has an assigned sub-
jective probability of .7. 

Psychic Powers

From now on every element of my story has something to do with

psychic abilities. To avoid misconceptions I have to make clear

that I don't believe to have these faculties. But my story doesn't

make sense without assuming that the mind controllers either

believed me to be a clairvoyant or they used this as a

 hypno-
programmed cover story to assure that I would make a

 laughing 
stock of myself in the case of remembering mind control

 and than 
bubbling out that I was a psychic spy of the CIA, the Mossad or 
the BND/VS (BND = Bundesnachrichtendienst / VS =

 Verfassungs-
schutz : German intelligence agencies). A further

 benefit of such 
[a] kind of 'cover' story would be to make responsible

 politicians be-
lieving that they had to torture and mind control

 me in the name of 
national security. But if I would have psychic

 faculties I would win 
in the lottery every week and then I would

 be so rich [as] to chase 
them to hell -- with the best lawyers -- where they

 belong. By the 
way, most of the phenomena I have experienced,

 which seem 
to be paranormal at a quick glance, could be

 explained -- going 
beyond the surface -- without parapsychological

 assumptions. And 
of course I have predicted hundreds of events or

 developments that 
never came true. But probably the controllers

 had spent too much 
money in psychic research to be all too

 skeptical.

In my eyes the following explanation seems to be the most

appropriate: Psychopaths tend to paranoidal and magical

 thinking. 
Psychopaths feel attracted by secret services.

 Psychopaths in 
secret services are trying to convince responsible

 politicians that 
their paranoia and their magical thinking are a

 reflection of pure reality. 
In the 70's western secret services

 persuaded politicians to give them 
very much money for psychic research. Their argument was that the 
Soviets did the same and

 that they were much more successful using 
psychic powers for

 military purposes than the free world. The western 
"psychic

 warriors" had a very good time spending this money. But 
after a while the politicians were asking them for results and proofs.

Nothing easier than this. The secret service psychopaths

 programmed 
some victims like me to play the clairvoyants. That's

 all.

I concede that -- independently of any secret service machinations

-- I was involved in phenomena for several times which suggest the

 
psi hypothesis as the most appropriate explanation. But this

 pheno-
mena can't be interpreted as the results of my personal

 psychic 
abilities. If they really have to be explained as

 psychic, then I was 
a passive medium in a psychic field. 

In 1970 I was invited to a party that took place in the house of

a friend of a friend of mine whom I didn't know before. The

 host's 
parents where absent, but his elder brother was there,

 too. After 
a while I found myself involved in a conversation with

 the host and 
only the devil knows why I asked him whether his

 father were a 
general. He denied this laughingly and claimed that

 his father was 
a businessman. Then I probably committed one of

 the worst mistakes 
of my life. "And I thought", I commented,

 "that your father was a spy!" 
I thought this to be a silly joke,

 but in the corners of my eyes I saw 
the elder brother turning pale. Although I remember the name of these 
people you will

 understand [why] I don't unmask them now. By the 
way: If my memories

 don't deceive me the elder brother is now one 
of the leading

 political television journalists in GERMANY.  (Note"
Could the 'father' have been one of the Nazi generals who later
took refuge within the International Nazi 'corporate' empire?  Un-
fortunately many of the allies were satisfied with the fact that the
Nazi military machine was dismantled -- however they completely
forgot about the corporations which 'fed' the military machine and
supplied the Nazi's with the materials which ultimately played a
part in the deaths of the over 50,000,000 people on all sides who
died during the Second World War. - Wol.)

In 1971 I became severely drug-addicted. Especially, I took far

too much LSD. After being informed by the woman who claimed 
to be

 my mother that I am an adopted child the floodgates of my

subconscious opened and I became aware of my history of being

misused and mistreated. I accused my step-mother of having
me

 sexually abused and my step-father of having executed Jews 
during

 the war in Russia. From now on the cold war had a new

battle-field: our living room. At the latest [in this time] my

 step-
father started to cooperate with representatives of the

 SCNS. I had 
left school and I never stayed in a job for long. We

 had domestic 
quarrels day after day and only hell knows why I

 accused in one 
of these quarrels one of the leading staff members

 of one of the 
leading German politicians to be a Stasi spy (don't

 ask for the 
names). Some years later this man was unmasked.

 (Stasi is the 
abbreviation for "Ministerium fur

 Staatssicherheit", Department of 
National Security of the former

 German Democratic Republic). This 
"insight" mustn't be explained

 by psychic powers, too. I came to 
this right conclusion through a

 wrong assumption. The spy had the 
same name as a Swiss anarchist

 leader of the 19th century. And 
so I thought the Stasi were

 joking, being sure that the capitalists 
were ignorant of the

 history of the labour movement. I was very 
young and naive, then.

 Later I learned that the Stasi like any other 
satanic cult of

 national security had absolutely no sense of humor. 
It was the

 real name of this spy, a French Huguenot name.

One day I became acquainted with a young man who invited me to 
his apartment in order to smoke hashish together. He smuggled a

trance drug in a glass of coke which I sipped while smoking. When

I had reached a deep hypnotic state two other men came out of

another room where they had hidden themselves. They tortured 
me

 with a stun gun and programmed me to perform a task.

1971 was the time where the number of absolutely clueless

 anti-
drug-warriors were legion. I attended an event organized by

 one of 
these warriors which should inform people about the

 dangers of 
drug use. These information was not only false, it was

 ridiculous. 
As a young acid head with anarchistic ideas I made a

 flaming plea 
for controlled LSD use to heel mankind. Without

 knowing too much 
about them I declared myself to the ideas of the

 "Sozialistisches 
Patienten-Kollektiv" (SPK). I really had nothing

 to do with them; I 
only had read a short statement which I found

 interesting. After 
years I learned that this group of mentally

 ill people were terrorists 
who joined the Red Army Faction (RAF)

 after the suppression of the 
SPK. What I didn't know was that the

 SCNS were keeping an eye 
on me. And what I didn't know, too, was that this was part 1 of the
task I had been programmed to manage

 some weeks before.

Psychiatry

At the end of 1971 my desolate emotional condition had reached 
a

 climax and I decided to go to a psychiatrist. My step-parents

knew what I had decided to do. At the day of the consultation my

step-mother prepared a cup of tea for me and urged me to drink 
it

 before leaving. She had never done things like this before. This

was a situation I have experienced so often when in contact with

the SCNS. Although I am aware of the danger I am unable to

translate this awareness into action. I "knew" that the tea was

drugged but I drank it. And how it was drugged. I had to wait in

the doctor's waiting room until they could be sure that the drug

was working. Then I had to enter the consultation room and 
I

 recognized that the doctor was not the doctor I knew. The

psychiatrist I had expected was tall and thin, this one was small

and fat. But he was a highly skilled SCNS-doctor who coerced 
me

 into a deep hypnotic trance so easily that I can't think about

his black art without admiration. He employed classical mind

control without all that electronic poppycock they use

 nowadays. 
This appraisal has convinced some readers that I'm

 still in contact 
with the perpetrators. I'm not! This is black

 humor. He claimed 
that I was a dangerous terrorist, a member of

 the "Sozialistisches 
Patienten-Kollektiv". First I denied this

 but then I proclaimed a 
revolutionary message from the leader of

 this group. This message 
stated that the Sozialistisches

 Patienten-Kollektiv were going to 
produce zombies in order to

 fight psychiatry. This was part 2 of 
the task which I had been

 programmed to excel in some weeks 
before. So they had the

 "justification" [that was] needed to mind 
control me. 

The next scene I remember, I found myself interned in a mental

hospital in... (don't expect me to tell you the name of the

 German 
university to which this hospital belonged). From now on

 the MC-
Treatment was disguised as psychiatric therapy. I will not

 say 
that psychiatric treatment wasn't necessary for me at this

 time... 
it really was. But what I... was mind control. Nevertheless it started 
very agreeable, [at] first.

 They employed the soft methods. A nice 
fatherly psychiatrist

 succeeded in making me gain confidence 
in him and allowing him

 to find out more about me than I knew 
myself.

After this diagnostic phase was finished they used ESB, Camerons

depatterning treatment with prolonged sleep and psychic driving

and Tiens electrolytic therapy. They showed me pictures of

 terrorists 
and than an averse reaction was induced by ESP. They

 coagulated 
parts of my nucleus amygdala in order to produce

 obedience. And 
they performed experiments to test my "psychic

 powers". They came 
obviously to the conclusion that these

 abilities were real. They gave 
me a list with code names of

 politicians and business men used by 
German terrorists and asked

 me to tell them what these code names 
mean. In more than one case

 this task was so ridiculously easy that 
I really wonder why they

 needed this effort to make me to do the job. 

One of this code names -- for example -- was "Margarine"

 (margarine). 
I asked them to give me a list of trade names of

 margarines being on 
the market. One of the trade names was "SB".

 This was an abbreviation 
for "Sonnenblume" (sunflower). But an

 intuition told me that this might 
be the initials of a potential

 target of a terrorist assassination. And in-
deed there was a very

 important man with these initials. I informed them 
of my suspicion. Although they believed me, that this man was in danger,

he was assassinated some years later.

They wanted me to work as an undercover agent infiltrating

 German 
terrorist groups. I refused that. Maybe I succeeded

 to convince them 
that I wasn`t the right man for this task. They

 never tried it again. 
Instead they used me from now on as their

 psychic milk cow. But 
they coerced me to try to talk round a

 young German terrorist to accept 
brainwashing and to work

 afterwards as an undercover agent for them. 
I won't give you his

 name. He is dead now. The trials concerning the 
unclear

 circumstances of his death lasted years. The case remained

unclear until now.

After this treatment they brought me to a facility outside the

 world 
of psychiatry (maybe it was near Munich/Muenchen) where I

 had psychic 
driving again, but now in combination with torture.

 They tortured my penis 
with electricity -- though not so brutal as

 some years later in an interroga-
tion camp in a desert. One night

 I had to sleep together with a dead man 
in one bed so that I

 could learn what could possibly happen to me if I was 
not ready

 to comply.  During this treatment my memory was erased using

hypnotic orders, electroshocks and drugs. They blocked my

 "psychic 
powers" by means of trauma-based mind control. They

 wanted me to be 
able to use them only when I were under direct

 control and in personal 
contact with members of the SCNS.

A Communist Psychic

Home again, everybody found my personality changed fundamentally.

Once having been an acid head with confused anarchistic ideas I

was now a properly adapted young man who had decided to go to

school again in order to make up his university entrance

 qualification. 
Although I couldn't remember the MC-Treatment my

 subconscious 
was busy in trying to tell me the truth. I wrote a

 short story imitating 
the style of Burroughs, in which I

 described the MC-procedure in a 
surrealistic and symbolic form.

 Typically I choose the title: "Der Tod 
ist eine Tatsache des

 Lebens" (Death is a fact of life). I didn't understand 
my own

 story in spite of the title, but because in 1973 I published it

 in 
an underground mag which was edited by myself (two of the

 authors I 
published became famous later) the SCNS thought that I

 had remem-
bered the treatment. "Social workers" of the

 MC-psychiatry urged me 
to accept a follow-up-treatment: I

 refused. After that my adaptation 
vanished although my memory

 wasn't restored. And so I wasn't able 
to see the danger I was in.

Until now I don't understand the reason why I became a member of

the German Communist Party in 1973. Not enough [content] doing 
this, I was going to play the political clairvoyant publicly. In school I

claimed that a secret NATO treaty existed that in case of

 emergency 
the government of West Germany had to subordinate

 itself under the 
government of the United States and that in case

 of a war against the 
Soviet Union the Soviet tanks passing the

 border between West and 
East Germany should be destroyed with

 atomic weapons. Of course 
the German government and the economic

 elite would have the chance 
to be flown out of Germany before the

 final bombardment. Not satisfied 
with these revelations I went on

 prophesying that Israel was developing 
atomic bombs secretly. 
 (This is now an established fact, and there 
have even been claims that the Israeli's now have the H-Bomb.  Can 
you blame them? - Wol.)

The SCNS was delighted. I wasn't able to reflect what I was

 doing. 
Of course the SCNS didn't like communist prophets of my

 kind, but 
I was driven by inner forces out of my control. I was

 probably program-
med to act in this way, but who did that? The

 SCNS had to react.
First they decided to try again a

 psychiatrically disguised MC treat-
ment. Probably they believed

 that if violence won't work sex would 
do the job. So they coerced

 me to "make love" with a young woma
n while the sex center in my

 brain was stimulated electrically (ESB). 
It was rape! And it was

 not successful. God knows why I told the 
woman who had the sexual

 intercourse with me after it had been 
done that I was going to

 write a book on mind control. She went pale 
and said that they

 could hear every word. She claimed that she only 
wanted to help

 me. She said they had threatened [to blame?] psychi-
atry with killing me if

  they weren't ready to treat me this way. If my 
memory doesn't

 deceive me this woman is now a professor of psy-
chology. By the

 way: Although I studied psychology I don't define 
myself as a

 psychologist. Until I read a clear statement of the German

 psychological association against mind control and against the

 psy-
chologists among the perpetrators this is not acceptable for

 me.

Near Death Camp

This treatment happened in 1974. After the electronic sex event 
I

 was abducted and brought to a interrogation camp in a desert.

There I underwent a full human robot program. The aim was to

program my brain like a computer. A secret trial was arranged.

They told me that I was sentenced to death for spying (absolutely

nonsense, but remember the story with Israel's atomic bomb) and

that they have found a method to execute me, while leaving my

body alive. They said that I could decide whether I would like to

be physically or mentally killed. After they had explained to me

what the latter means I decided to prefer physical execution.

Mentally killing somebody means nothing else but producing an

abandoned nervous system in which an artificial "personality" 
can

 be installed. Consequently they arranged a mock execution. 
I had

 to put on a red suit. As far as I know condemned man in Israel

have to wear red suits. Before my own "execution" I had to

 observe 
real executions. When the day of my own "execution" [arrived] I 
was

 blindfolded and tied to a post. Shortly before the command 
to fire

 I cried that I agreed to undergo the process of menticide -- 
that

 means murder of the soul in Greek. They showed me my 
verdict which was written in English. Otherwise the torture master 
always

 talked to me in PERFECT GERMAN, the torture servants 
didn't speak

 to me at all. The judgement read that I have been 
condemned to

 "personality change". The torture master explained 
to me that

 "personality change" doesn't mean any modification of 
my

 personality but a total replacement of my present personality

with an absolutely different personality who was still waiting to

take over my body from me. When I doubted that this was pos-
sible

 they told it that they managed this successfully many time

before. They used unrestricted physical torture, electroshocks,

hypnosis, drugs with the aim to kill me psychically, to erase my

personality and replace it by a being that defines itself

 subcon-
sciously as a robot under full control of the SCNS that

 makes 
himself and other people believe that he [is] human. The

 worst 
thing of all was that they gave me a drug inducing near

 death 
experiences. When I was clinically dead a voice suggested

 [to] 
me that he was God and that he had decided that I have to be

born again as a slave. Then I was reanimated.

Under the influence of drugs, hypnotism and torture I had to

confess my deepest secrets, they wanted me to reveal my desires

and fears, my systems of belief, my views of the world and my

perceptions and definitions of myself. This knowledge was used

for conditioning afterwards. Via hypnotic suggestions they let me

imagine situations which were associated with maximal fear and

then these states of consciousness were related to behaviors 
and cognitions the perpetrators didn't want me to perform or think.

And vice versa imaginations of pleasurable events were connected

with actions and mental conditions the perpetrators preferred.

The near death camp was a true reproduction of German

 concen-
tration camps (KZs), secured with electrically charged

 fences. 
When I tried to burst into the fences in order to commit

 suicide a 
young, very fast running man stopped me. They proudly

 presented 
to me the gas stoves in which they burned the dead

 bodies of the 
victims THEY had tortured to death. The

 psychological rationale 
to adopt the German KZ-Model is quiet

 clear, being tortured in a 
KZ induces the most extreme kind of

 hopelessness. I had to look 
at videos that showed scenes of

 mutilating torture of both men and 
woman who died in agony. The

 torture master said that this would 
happen to me, too, if I were

 not ready to comply.

[Continued to part 3]

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