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Rogue Monarch

Sent by Mike
January 31, 2014

Rogue Monarch (Recovered Memories of Trauma-based Mind Control Programming of a Child Living in Boston) Jan. 31, 2014

[Editor's Note: The man who sent me these emails is a victim of trauma based mind control programming. I'm using the same title that he used in his email. Project Monarch is CIA mind control technique developed in the USA after World War II by Dr Josef Mengele of Auschwitz notoriety. Much of these brutal programming techniques were explained in the books of Cisco Wheeler and Fritz Springmeier, and in " Thanks for the Memories" by Brice Taylor (1999). I edited the text slightly to correct the occasional spelling error or added punctuation to make the text more understandable, but left the text intact as sent. Mike thinks as many of 10% of children may be victimized in this hideous debasement of humanity. I hope he's wrong. The more this monstrous crime is exposed, the greater the likelihood that one day it will end; as secrecy is paramount to its longevity. I will add any further additions to the narrative as it comes in...Ken Adachi]

January 28, 2014, Mike wrote:

Hi there. This is not a story. This is true. I am a relic. A child of another generation. My dad thought he worked for the Mafia. He believed his job was watching doorways. Truth was, his children worked for the Mafia while he was paid to stand in doorways and forget. We were dropped at Church and Mason sites in Boston, programmed and indoctrinated, and at some point worked as children doing things they have children do. Like for me, I was a key maker, all I had to do was put my mouth on a persons privates and they were "in" because they shared the same secret. That was back in the seventies and I was running since then up until about two years ago when I broke down and told the whole foul mess to my wife of over 20 years, because uptil then it was a "family secret". Now I'm breaking free of the complex PTSD and rewiring my skull from long lost programming. In the 1980s, the men that were the head of the organization that I was incorporated with, was given up and there was a national news story about it. Charleston family child sex scandal. Look it up. But that wasn't the full story, it was a cover up. It is all long gone and buried now.

January 29, 2014 [early A.M.]

These days I’m just in a place where I’m trying to “heal” or whatever mainly from the complex PTSD, meanwhile facing both the “pain” of those days and the psychological trappings.

Part of my healing is outreaching. I guess my mind just doesn’t want to accept that this is the world I live in. Yet, I can’t doubt that which I’ve gone through. Many of the people that are part of the understanding or whatever, cued in to the truth, or aware of the way the world is turned over, are aware of these events.

As far as I understand, these things that were done to me are mostly considered wrong and a bad choice in the culture's view, but this isn’t to say it’s been actively stopped. I’d like to see that day. I have no clues as to how, and these things are currently my sadness.

I’ve just finished up with a period of time where I tried to express graphically the things done, but I shocked and stunned people, and I realized this method of communications is useless.

Let me tell you of the Clown, the Door and the Suggestion.

In programming a child, it can be very easy to mislead a child into thinking they are making choices. This isn’t the case. At one early point in training a child, they will take the child into a room. There will be a door in that room. It might have a balloon or some type of circus paint or paper or stuff on it, enough to let the child know it has something to do with the circus. The handler then talks with the child about the door; gets the child excited to open the door. Tells the child that they shouldn’t open the door, but that it is okay if that is what they want to do. However, it is stressed that the child should listen to the handler. The child doesn’t. Behind the door is a clown of a brute. That clown brute abuses the child in ways too graphic. The lesson that child learns is simple: don’t question authority.

I’m waking up to the facts that the programming of children in the population might run as deep at 10%. My family and I recall other children. This was a major cell in Boston area .I’m sure there were more. I simply don’t know what to do now.

You can ask questions if you like.

January 29, 2014

It was around 3 and a half. I guess I had been becoming resistant. I question if I was being tested or if chance delivered this hand into my life. I was in a inner office room. There was another child. Sometimes I wonder if that child wasn’t in my mind, but I could tell it was scared. This made me realize there was something wrong. When I voiced this I was raped and killed by suffocation with male genitalia. I was revived and sent home to my dad. My dad unaware tried to take me to McDonalds after as he had been instructed. I wasn’t eating my food. I now know I was in shock. I kept squirming and other indicators something was wrong. My dad questioned enough for me to try to answer. I said the whole thing. Next thing I know my dad has wished me out of Mcdonalds and I’m on the street frothing at the mouth. This is boston commons, and we take the (T) train home. I’m in shock in my room. My father is telling my mother. There’s a phone call for someone to “fix it”. My dad tells me I have to forget or act to forget or they will take a piece of my brain out. I believe him. Knock on the door, man, “friend”, light behind in my eyes, the pen, the Mickey Mouse watch, and how time can be moved back. I’m told as a child this is what I want and all I know is this events are scaring the hell out of me.

It was my mother who became my keeper. She was supposed to help me at some point, but she was a very damaged and selfish woman who drank every day. I never really did forget but I had to pretend and then it just became real. We moved, dropped out the church (Roman Catholic) with a what I’ve now been informed is Jesuit priesthood. Also connected “Mafia” by name and Masons by temple and inner sanctums.

We moved from Sagus to Everett. We were told to run away if the men with the rings ever came around. They did, but we ran. My father and mother were afraid for their lives for a couple years but it all died away, at least so it would seem, My oldest brother, about 17 at my birth, trained me to suck male genitals. That’s “Steven”and he’s also been “touched” or what ever. I don’t know what to call myself at times. My sister Elaine that is just a couple years younger. She’s been being forced upon by Steven and his friends and also there is reason to believe it was filmed and there were adults in the room.

Rosalie our mother was sold to her grandfather who was a Mason. She was forced to have sex with him while cleaning his house, or at least that’s what she recalls, but I had talked several times with her, and there were reasons to believe it too was programming. She’s taken out of school in the 8th grade. She’s married off, but sent packing with her first child at age 16. That’s my sister Lee, short for “Rosalie”. Rosalie was a very sick woman. Repeat that several times now.

Rosalie hated Orlando who she also loved and was married to as a second marriage. There are stories in family about my father being told that my mother was the one he was going to marry because of the church. My mother hates all the men she tries to love because of her unresolved childhood issues. I know that’s underplaying such programming and other indoctrination, but I’m just lost in understanding such things.

So We have Mark now, he’s my second older brother. He’s nearly a mongoloid borderline retard and there is question if he is my father’s child at all. Mark was rejected by the program.

So my father wants one more boy. Lucky me! Entered into the program at the age of “could stand”. I was trained to stand at a very early age, 9 months old, because the age requirement is you must be able to stand alone. This is how I am introduced. My father tells me to stand at this place. I now know the place to be somewhere near the docks in Charleston. My father’s friend would be by and I was to go with him and do what he said.

The man with the ring showed up, my father had left me standing there, but I am aware he is a far off. I go with the man. He takes me down stone steps. As I recall I’m made to give a little oral sex, but much of the oral sex I’m made to give as a child isn’t to climax. Much however was and violent and other things.

I am lead to understand that my father wanted me to listen, and that was to keep my mouth shut and let my father think nothing happened, and this would make my father happy, and I would be taken to McDonalds for a hamburger, small drink and small fries. Not a happy meal because this is 1971. I’m nine months old.

I’m in the program now. My father believes I’m being baby sat while he watches doorways. This is the cover he’s lead to believe is the requirement for the job. He finds out the truth more then two years later. There is reason to believe my father’s been brainwashed or at least programmed.

Later in life, my mother’s idea of psychological help is to be made to “fight”. So Mark is trained to beat me on command until I would bust out in a raging cry, that is actually nearly imposable because of the brainwashing errors. Or Mark stops after he’s gotten me to try to fight back and then beaten me up because he was always a little upset about my birth. That’s my life until about 13 when I can fight back, but by then I had been beaten or forced to fight at least a couple times a day for a decade.

This is the childhood I tell my wife is “just normal bad” when I avoid the questions and act upset if the topic isn’t dropped. This was what I was trained to do by my mother. I didn’t even let my wife of 25 years know of any of this until I had my breakthrough less than two years ago.

As I understand it now, I was just in a really bad cell, and things were taken care of a decade later as the men were sent to jail for many other charges. However, that wasn’t the real story my parents and I talked about in the 80s, as it was posted all over the news. My father actually remarked how it didn't really matter because it was over and that’s all.

Troubling thing is, I’m a man of many talents, and the internet is one of them. I was invited off the “godlike forum” to a group called “new world illuminists” . Well, several very interesting chats later, and many points telling my story, that I was freely telling about because I had been programmed not to tell anyone for so long that I had to have my wife call my sister to tell the start of the abuses she knew about. Many learned people were shocked and they shared term names for my victimizers as if they were some how designed to make my childhood a living hell. All this chat is as if it were a distant thing that doesn’t happen much any more. Also had several interesting exchanges, in a polite chat way, with Children of Jesuit. Jesuits that knew about the abuses and talked of them as a mistake their elders did, but not out of line, just unpleasant when talked about.

So now at the face of 45. I’m just living for the first time in my life. I moved to Arizona. I’m trying to overcome my very hellish complex PTSD that I’ve been convinced was the devil trying to attack me for too many decades now. I’m taking my own treatment because I have major authority figure issues, and trusting people isn’t something I am quickly inclined to do. However, Arizona is a medical marijuana state and it is exactly what I have been needing for nearly 3 decades now. Please don’t do the mistake of falsely assuming Marijuana to be a drug, because it isn’t. It is a very medically beneficial plant that’s been being subjected upon by the ignorant Powers That Be doing what they wanted to anyway.

I connected with Prince online some years back via his Holy River chat room. We’ve had several verified communications that are strongly suggestive that “Purple Rain” was based on his similar events as a child and that he is somehow factually obligated to societies that control the media.

I think I’m telling a great story here, but I only wish it were a story. I was kept ignorant, I couldn’t read or write when I graduated from high school. I had to do all my stuff in my mind as my mother and brother Mark were in constant watch that I didn’t talk or express those things, and that I MUST “act normal”. Now keep in mind Mark and my mother where the ones dictating what that norm behavior looked like. Since then, I had an emotional breakdown that made me check into a psych ward. I had my doctor talk to my sister Elaine. That means I wanted the doctor to know the basic truth. However, when the doctor interviewed me about these things, I reacted like I had been trained yo do and started lying and other things that the doctor clearly knew was just that. I wanted to tell the doctor, but I couldn’t. Everything ended when I started telling myself “End Program”. I had done several other attempts to break the programming I was both aware and unaware I was in.

However the “end program” worked and then I was granted access to the memories that I had always remembered but didn’t want. I don’t know if that makes sense to you.

So I’m here trying to be able to enjoy my life for the first times in my life. I’m trying to “recover”. I have dreams of a “cure” to the PTSD at least, but I’m plagued with thoughts of other children like me out there having these things done to them in the name of higher cultures. I’m not uneasy, because I’ve been introduced, but I could never join a group that had done this to me. So I am not uneasy, but I have a hard time accepting there are those out there in “public society” that are all secreted society up. I understand it isn’t one group but many and not all are nice, but most aren’t bad. These thoughts seem conflicting, though conflicting is only polar viewpoints to keep from seeing the whole.

January 30, 2014

My sister Elaine never could get past the gang rape in her mind. Mentally frozen unwilling to forget. There is an element of programming there. She speaks in terms of “daddy’s girl”. I guess we were trained to answer such things. I use to say “oh my dad was at work” when anyone would ask where my father was while all this was going on. Only after telling my wife and in laws the truth of my past, after my mother died, just around two years ago. My wife and her family would ask that question over and over and I would try to pass off that he was at work, but it doesn’t make sense and it didn’t to them. I see my dad as a victim in this.

Up until a couple years ago, before the “falling out,” I was trying to play “happy family”with my mom and Steve. These are two of my major victimizers in my family, but when you come from a family like ours. I was trying to do this because my wife and I had made good without any help, our own business internet style, and I was still lying to my wife and everyone else outside the family. I’d take my mom out every second Sunday. All my life, I always got up to walk to a public phone to check in with my mother most Sundays. I hated the woman. That however is a whole other volume.

So I would be taking my mom with my wife and her mother out to Cracker Barrel. I kept sitting there thinking how she was going to die soon and get away Scott free, at least in the court of public option, because I had been lying about the abuses all those years thinking somehow it would pay off. I know this doesn’t make sense now. Programming.

So I started speaking out, telling strange little “family stories” right there in Cracker Barrel loudly asking her to explain herself. My wife and her mom was concerned, but it would make sense later down the unveiling. And I’d have my wife pay, as is our shared wallet customs, while I’d walk my mother out the the vehicle for her cigarette. I found myself increasing wanting to strike her. I am not a violent man.

I have never been able to be happy. This has sadly been my “goal” in life for most of my time on this planet thus far.Inner reasoning and expression of such things is tricky especially when dealing with syntax and others’ interpretation and biases.

So I was reasoning in my own mind in the midst of a PTSD flashback, I had left the house to go walk around Target [department store], because of life’s frustrations, and I was asking my inner child, soul, whatever, what it would take to start on the road to happiness. Very clearly I felt the expression “I don’t want to go see that bitch no more.” It would be a week later, I’d be busted down on my kitchen floor crying like the 3 year old I was never allowed to be. It was then I had my wife call my sister and started telling everyone the family secrets. I am still trying to tell the family secrets years later.

My brother Steven, the one that molested me and raise me up to be his personal oral stimulator, lives less then an hour away. We also were in communications until the death of our mother where he was made the executor. She was in a nursing place. After I stopped talking with her but was still talking with him as he was having to talk with her about why I wasn't coming around no more. Strangely, as the days went by from the moment I chose to stop seeing her, my personal mind and willingness to open cleared daily. He was a victim turned victimizer.

I’ve said four things to my brother Mark over the past twenty years. Those were against my better judgment and quickly led to the same old behaviors. Mark is a zombie. He turned his back on our mother, but still thinks he was the “mother’s boy” proudly. He also believes he was a “good brother,” the thing my mother use to program him with, regardless of his brothers or me disagreeing.

My point is this story and these people are real.

January 31, 2014

Born Dead was I. This was a non family secret, or so I thought. As a child, my mother would paint a pretty picture of doctors and nurses saying prayers for the revival of a child dead seven minutes via strangulation. However, upon looking into my known family events, I find statements of deliberate killing of babies as a form of experiment or “treatment”.

I spent several months on the web site 'new world illuminists.' I hung in the chat room and chatted, but it started getting too close to home. I met this one guy that we became friends and he stated he was what is known as a 'hunter' whose mission was to find people like me who were waking up. This isn’t the first time I was made aware of such people. It’s not ominous, but only uneasy novel.

After I checked myself in and out of a mental ward, I did a short out patient of 8 months. It was belly up, the truth about my issues was the abuses I couldn’t tell anyone. We were married and ran away to Tennessee where I attended state college via SSDI and VOC rehab; B+ average. I was functionally illiterate back in 1998. That was when I got into computers, chatting, and when I met Prince. I’d chat for hours a day just learning to spell and read. By 1999, I was in college and in 2004 I graduated. This is how I am such a fine writer. For decades I had wanted to express myself but was stifled.

Rosalie would send Mark around with me everywhere. I was never alone. If I tried to talk about the things that happened to me, I would be fought with or just brought home where I was reported on. That was the fact of the matter. Only later did I find that this is also a cultist tool.

It was only after I moved out of the Northeast, Boston area, that I realized several strange character types of the local background noise were missing.

After the real bad event at my child hood and the hypnotist came by, I was trained to wrap all those bad things into one memory and then just told to forget about it. I feel this had a big part in why I refused to even talk about these things for nearly four decades.

Many known strange events that I found, aligned with the occultist practices.

I know their efforts failed. I know the man directly responsible went to prison for family child molestation a decade later. I know the insiders never were shown, at least not in the news, and I know many of the programming techniques for people like me are not cross laterally functional. In other words, different triggers, and programming set ups. I believe when I was being programmed, computers were just on the horizon and so somehow I was programmed like a computer. I have had great luck with computers and I feel I really “woke up” from the cloud or bubble I was living in by means of demanding to myself that the “program end”.

I have since then messaged with several types of people from occultists that refer to Lucifer as “HIM” to children of Jesuits that had heard tales from their family about people like me, and I’m not concerned, understanding I am safe and able.

They are everywhere: in every police station, public office, media, and whatnot. Secret society types that is. I’m just not sure what to think about that so I just don’t. It’s not as organized as many like to think in conspiracies, but rather a society of groups and families, bloodlines and new blood.

I write to you, and others, because my story is true. I exist. These things are a little more then conspiracy theory. Maybe me telling you, knowing my story counted for something will somehow set me free from having that “family secret” crap!

Did you know that the base for most mind control and brain washing comes from a human’s minds’ ability to do those things naturally to itself?


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