July 11, 2000
OSA DRUG IMPLANTING
URGENT AND IMPORTANT - READ CAREFULLY
Temporarily Confidential.
This is too incredibly wild and contains too much personal
and out PR info, but if something should happen to me, spread
this one all over the net immediately.
It also might be loaded with dub-in.
But it explains my crazy 2D case and I've been blowing charge
and somatics like mad. And the suicidal impulses have vanished.
And I meter checked the implanted command wording they used
on me and it read like crazy. So I think that this is real.
OSA is doing heavy Sex-Drug-Hypnosis (SDH) implanting.
They have used it on me. They almost certainly have used
it on TF8. They have probably used it on other people.
I also need to give you TF8's real name and info because she
is probably being used without her knowledge by OSA and you
need to be careful of her. However I am asking you to keep
it secret and not post her name to the net because the film
she is currently working on involves public Scientologists
who might disconnect and screw it up if it became publicly
known that she was connected to "squirrels".
At the moment I am totally ARC broken with her and consider
her in treason because of calling the police on me (details
later) and plan to have no further personal comm with her, but
I do believe she is well intentioned and honestly made massive
gains on self clearing before OSA smashed her with drug
implanting and made her into a weapon to be used against
me. So I am CCing her on this message (she deserves to know
what is going on and what I say about her) but you should
be careful as to what you say to her.
Keep secret - TF8 (
[email protected]) is Elena Wiederman
(professional and maiden name) aka Elena Loringett (being
divorced from Rico Loringett who is a BC graduate and orthodox
fanatic) and is traveling with her business partner Alex
Vigoni (from Switzerland). She was born in Germany (parents
in Frankfort), is an Italian actress with an apartment in
Rome, and is currently based in Switzerland. Her screen
credits and some photos can be found at -
Note that I'm putting a lot of material in here which I
would not normally repeat because it is needed to communicate
what has been going on. The story is frighening. Be sure
to read it through carefully to the end.
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ROHYPNOL - THE HYPNOTIC AMNESIA DRUG USED IN DATE-RAPE
I'd heard some talk on the news etc. about date rape drugs
and so forth, but I had been imagining something that would
make a girl a bit drunk, turned on, and compliant rather
than a true mind control super-drug.
Do a web search on this drug and you will find the most
incredible stories and statements. It is real. They are
not exaggerating. Total amnesia. Total hypnotic obedience.
An oderless and tasteless drug that can even be concealed
in fruit juice without alcohol to cover it. There are
actually a whole class of such drugs. Rohypnol is just
the most common and I don't actually know which ones were
being used on myself and Elena, and the indications are
that different ones were used for different purposes.
But of course nothing is really total. Somehow or other
I always sidetracked the various suicide attemps and disobeyed
implanted orders. The most obvious was when I had a total
compulsion to kill myself at midnight on New Years eve
and made sure to get drunk enough to be passed out unconsious
when midnight came around and therefore did not kill myself.
Running an incident on this drug, a clear who can scan and
blow heavy incidents quickly and easily begins to run like
an unprocessed case who is overwhelmed and total effect of
every command phrase etc.
Now that I've gotten a bit of it, I find that I can, inch by
inch, slowy pull out data solo, but initially I had no knowledge
that there even was an incident and my first run throughs
were with Louise (and also a bit with Kali) auditing me on it
because this stuff is so heavy that it drops completely out
of sight and even ordinary conversations while walking around
on the drug go in like the deepest parts of heavy this lifetime
hospital operations.
The net mentions that the drug can give breathing trouble
and from my own running of it, it seems that each breath
you take while on the drug has an engramic impact.
===========
FIRST CLUE
Last week I disconnected from Elena. I've been under this
desperate need to have a 2D and she was a total failure
on that line (and the rejection restimulated heavy inval)
so I needed to break off hard to try and pull away my attention
so that I could get somebody else.
But she contacted me again anyway, and of course my attention
would snap onto her and that blocks other lines.
So I decided to pull a missed withhold from her that I
knew existed so as to try and find out what was really
going on with her and me. The withhold was from a night
when I called her and she was out on the town in Rome (a one
time event - we were speaking on the phone almost daily earlier
this year). I felt something and asked her about it the
next day and she admitted that she did have a withhold but
would tell me about it when she got here in America. I
figured that she had slept with somebody but, not being
puritan I let it slide since she was not here and we had
been turning each other on on the phone and in emails for
months. And I had, after all, had one romantic weekend
myself, and I figured that fair was fair.
But when I pulled the withhold, all sorts of strange stuff
was coming up and soon all hell was breaking lose.
She had gone out with the guy (Peter) one night in May and
slept with him and was madly in love with him but he had
rejected her and so she had decided to disconnect from
the 2D.
But then why the hell had she spent almost two weeks traveling
from Switzerland to Los Angeles to be with me and then
instantly freaked out and run from me as fast as possible?
On further inquiry, she had met Peter on an Easter Cruise
she had been hired for. This was a gig she had hired on
for to get some cash in her pocket for the trip to America
(the film she is currently directing is being done on a
low budget and she is working for a share of the profits).
I had known about the cruise (Friday to Monday of Easter
weekend at the end of April) but had assumed that it was a
professional chartered cruise and maybe she hadn't wanted to
mention that it was a private affair. But she had actually
hired on to act as a tour guide, hostess, and interpreter
(she trained as an interpreter and is completely fluent in
German, Italian, and English) for an Austrian millionaire
(Peter) on his yacht.
The impression she had when contracting for this (at very
high rates) was that he was entertaining business clients
over Easter. But it turned out that the only other people
involved were a gangster-like character and his family.
This worried her, but then she was pleasantly surprised
that Peter simply took her around to various places on
the Adriatic and made no sexual advances.
But there were descrpancies. Times on land when she was
woozy. Blank spots where she had no recall.
And I'd called her on her cell phone when she started the
cruise and she sounded drunk and told me that I was
interfearing with her getting her job done and hung up
on me. And her friend Alex had called her and she'd hung
up on him and he thought that she'd sounded wierd too. I
was being polite and backing off and figured that she'd
had a drink with somebody on the ship, and so I didn't
call again. But it turns out that Elena doesn't drink at
all and never had anything but fruit juice on the cruise.
So we dug deeper.
When she arrived Peter took her to a bar, but she only
ordered a Pineapple juice. After that, she had blank
spots. How did the ship get from one side of the harbor
to the other. How did she change clothes because she
is wearing something different later (usually she has
almost photographic memory on what she is wearing because
of the acting career). And the landscape is wobbling
up and down while she is walking around in a supermarket
on firm ground.
An hour of repetative alternate spotting of something in
the incident and something in the room began to bring
up things from the blank spots.
And then we are getting the wildest degrading stuff up
out of this incident. Repetative uses of the drug.
Repetative sexual exploitation. And intentional heavy
use of hypnotic command phrases, used over and over
again repetatively.
And this guy was extremely crafty and educated on this.
He would do things like having her in front of a closet
mirror while showing her a cabin and be holding a
conversation on something and then drag her over to
the bed and afterwards lay in a long series of command
phrases and then get her up in front of the mirror in
the exact same position and repeat the last of the
conversation they were having and everything would
continue on as if nothing had happened.
I'm not going to tell you the details of her experience,
but I'll recount mine later (very embarassing and degrading).
The command phrases were extremely heavy on forgetting,
die if you tell, etc. but also included things like
loving him etc. Eventually she remembered that at the
beginning he hadn't looked all that great but later
he seemed fantastically attractive.
The commands were so deep that they would not show up
on scanning but had to be found with flash answers
("the next command phrase will show up when I count
to three and snap my fingers"). And even this would
not work until the specific blacked out time period
had been scanned over a number of times.
We would find that there was a blank area by ordinary
running. Then we would do alternate incident/room
spotting to even get a glimpse of the contents (otherwise
it would just all be black and unrunable). Then we
would scan it repetatively and gradually get bits of
it. And then we could do flash answers for command
phrases. And then it could be run properly. And she
would tend to fall asleep (go unconsious) while doing
this. Truely gruesome to run.
And every little blank spot had to be run this way.
Trying to get flash answers did not even work on the
cruise as a whole but only on an individual segment
that had already been partially run. More command
phrases would keep coming up each time we ran over
a new blank period.
And cocane was used extensively as well. According to
the internet, these drugs mix well with cocane and that
is often done.
=========
ME AND ELENA THIS WEEK
Once we started running the incident, it was sheer hell
and almost impossible to get through. Also, she was
turning on somatics and feeling like she was going to
die, etc. Furthermore, the drug itself (according to
the internet) can cause breathing difficulties and you
can asphixiate under heavy usage, so there was a serious
drug somatic which would key in and make it hard for
her to breathe.
I ended up staying at the apartment she's rented for
three days, sleeping on the couch while running her,
ever so slowly, through this incident. Note that Alex
also shares the apartment, having the other bed, and
he is non-functional on the 2D because of the psych
drugs he is taking.
It turns out that the incident sticks heavily because
of the points where it gets the thetan's agreement, like
the way wonderful asthetics are used to make an implant
stick. It can hook on pleasureable sexual sensations
(note that the body is relaxed and it does not have the
pain of a rape) and pleasureable drug sensations (everything
is glorious) and most especially, a wonderful picture
of being in love with a handsome millionaire was painted
for her, and that sucks the being right in and keeps
them in agreement with mocking up the incident.
We finally got her out of the incident on Friday.
We also did some assists on her Endomitriosis [Endomitriosis] (see
references on the net if your interested) which causes
vaginal bleeding etc. She is sure this is going to
kill her, but based on what's on the net, this is not
life threatening, does not turn into cancer, is not
a venerial disease, can disappear spontaneously, and
may have a psychological origin which causes incorrect
tissue formation during the monthly cycle.
My observation was that her Endo condition is tied closely
to me. For example, when we had lunch two weeks ago
it turned on heavily. I had assumed that it was simply
due to stuck flows and 2D considerations. Now I suspect
something far worse due to OSA implanting, but I wasn't
thinking that the last time I saw her.
Also note that at this time I simply assumed that her
cruise incident was an ordinary date rape and simply
a manifestation of the very bad luck I seem to be having.
But we were talking about that and I mentioned my usual
thing of being able to get 7 out of 10 heads on a coin
toss. I've been saying that my super good luck has
reversed and that now I'd get 7 out of 10 tails, but
she challanged me to prove it.
I took out a quarter and tossed it as I usually do.
To be sure, I always throw it high into the air letting
it spin and then fall wherever, never catching it for
fear of biasing the results, and as always, sometimes
it hits the floor instead of the table and I just
take whatever results come up.
Much to my surprise I flipped 7 out of 10 heads, just
like I used to. I had only assumed that my luck has
reversed. Now I have changed my mind and think that
the positive luck probability manipulation is still
with me. This means that there is fantastic opposition
actively working against me (giving the appearance of
bad luck) and half of their plans are failing due to
lucky breaks in my favor.
This is like betting on a weighted coin where I should
only win 2 times out of 10 but I'm actually getting 4
out of 10 because I'm forcing the odds in my favor. But
it looks like bad luck because I'm only getting 4 due
to the coin being rigged.
Anyway, we rehabbed her earlier purposes and the good
gains she had gotten on self-clearing etc.
Then it seemed to me that I was finally talking to the
wonderful girl that I'd been in comm with earlier this
year.
And I'd gone through the entire three days with her with
cramping, almost disabling pains in my balls. The 2D
charge that turned on was terrible, and I was keeping it
heavily suppressed to get her through the incident.
And it seemed to me that she might be seeing me differently
now that the incident had been run and she was no longer
madly in love with Peter the implanter.
So I asked, and she told me how wonderful I was etc.
but that I was terribly unattractive. This particular
button is my worst nightmare on the 2D. The more I am
praised for my wonderful qualities, the more the rejection
hurts because it means that no matter how wonderful I
am, I am still a terrible turnoff.
I was very upset, but I do normally keep myself under
control and act quiete and polite, so I went out on the
balcony and had a cigarrette.
Then I was going to jump. This was dead certain, locked in.
I was shaking and bracing myself for the moment. In
retrospect, I was under a post hypnotic command to kill
myself when she rejected me, but I didn't know that at
the time (and I was planning to kill myself too when
she ran from me right after arriving in LA, but that
also got derailed).
Then I realized that I could just dramatize and communicate
the upset instead of dying. I always seem to have just
a slight amount of choice no matter what is keyed in.
So I went back in and yelled at her. I looked around
for something safe to do, because there was enough force
kicking around to do serious damage (I can and have put
my fist right through a wall) and tried picking up the
other bed (not the one she was on) to drain strength
from the body, but it was too light. Then I settled
on kicking the bathroom door (knowing that nobody was
inside) and shattered the door jamb (minor damage, easy
to glue back together, later I put the broken wood
carefully in the cabinet under the sink). Then I was
able to sit the body down and get the horrible suicidal
rage and charge under control. Anything less and I
would have killed myself, the destructive urges were
terrible (and I will kill myself rather than hurt others,
that is very basic with me, but I don't feel too badly
about hurting some Mest). Note that since then I've
gotten somebody to contact the motel management for me
and they said the damage was trivial and not to worry
about it because the room was to be renovated anyway.
Then I looked around for her to talk through the mess,
but she had fled with Alex and they'd driven off, leaving
me stranded there. Note that we were up in the Hollywood
Hills, inside a security gated apartment complex, up a
long dark road from any real streets and I had not a clue
as to how to get a Taxi in there.
My first impulse was to get out, so I called my friend
Tym who lives in the area, planning to have him meet me
on the road and drive me off. But by a strange coincidence,
his car had just gone on the fritz and he could not pick
me up (really wierd).
By this point I was calmed down, and I could not imagine
that she would call the police on me after all we had
been through, so I decided to wait for her and Alex to
calm down and come back and talk. And then they could
drive me home and we would end cycle.
Instead she showed up with the police. That was the
unforgiveable betrayal. She knows that I'm in the middle
of court trouble from the driving and I'm on probation
(this could cause me terrible trouble when I go back to
court again) and that I have terrible keyins on courts
and police. Even though she decided not to press charges,
they wrote up a card about me and will have it on file
and now I'm marked as a potential abusive 2D. And the
police told me that if I ever go back to her apartment,
I will be arrested.
In retrospect, she was probably implanted with the idea
that I was going to kill her and to have me arrested,
but she was safe and had time to calm down when she
drove away and didn't really have to go to them. And
I have always managed to sidetrack the implanted orders
whenever they might be truely dangerous. But she didn't
and added one more disaster to my life. And there is
no telling what further trouble could come from this
latest brush with the police. At a minimum, OSA may
get the police report on me as a violent sex maniac
and put it up on the net.
So I can't trust her. She will hurt me if ordered to
do so. Next they might order her to stab me with a
knife and she might do it instead of breaking the
compulsion (my experience says that you can break these
hypnotic compulsions when you are about to do serious
harm to yourself or somebody you care about).
I did build up a lot of ARC with her and still care, but
I also know now that the idea that she is the love of
my life was implanted (more on this later) and I have
a real button on betrayal (I suppose I'm pulling it in,
what with Ann and now Elena). Also, I've now got her
associated with the police and court cycles and OSA
implanting so that the thought of seeing her again is
scary. Therefore I am totally disconnecting permanently
as far as any personal comm with her goes.
Obviously I do not treat this the way the org does and
I am CCing her on this message. Hopefully she will
read the entire thing carefully (especially the stuff
later about how we have been used by OSA) and get
through it herself. And I don't think that she is
an SP but simply is weak and very PTS to OSA. She
can probably still call Kali (up to him actually) if
she needs help running the rest of it. And I do hope
she gets through it. But she is off my lines. We are
too dangerous to each other. Basically, OSA made her
into a poisoned arrow aimed straight at my heart.
==========
MY FIRST INCIDENT
While running Elena through her drug incident, I noticed
that I had some similar clues about myself, especially
during the drunk driving incident, but also lots of
very abnormal behaviour and it gave me the suspicion
that a similar drug had been used on me.
I had a hell of a time finding it, but I finally found
the first time OSA picked me up and did a drug implant.
It was the last Saturday in November, just before all
the 2D keyins started.
I was at Jerry's Deli and having a late lunch / early
dinner. I had a chicken soup, a corn beef sandwitch,
and a drink (a black russian). I'd gone to the restroom.
They could have put the drug in the drink or even in
the chicken soup.
As the drug was taking effect, everything was getting
beautiful and wonderful. I stopped a passing waitress
and told her how beautiful she was. A few weeks later
in the same resturant, she came over (was not waiting
on me) and said something nice. I didn't recognize her
and thought I had never seen her before and wondered
why she had made a point of saying something nice (and
I was with somebody so I didn't persue the matter).
After multiple runs through the incident, I eventually
found that at this point there was a forced exteriorization
and I (top level) drifted off while leaving all my lesser
fragments and machinery (and that "lower self" which I've
talked about) behind to recieve orders. Usually you can
find yourself drifting above the body up in the corner
of the room or something during an operation, but in
this case I seemed to be pushed completely out of this
universe and drifting around in some space where the
bodies in pawn are being kept or whatever. Anyway, I'll
continue with the incident as it ran from the lower
viewpoints.
After everything turned glorious, I was woozy and starting
to go into blackouts, my head slipping (like I was going
to fall asleep) and I was pulling myself back up. And a
guy came over and told me how a beautiful girl wanted to
see me but was afraid to see me in public and how he would
take me to her.
Then he was paying my check and helping me out of the
resturant and I could hardly walk and was going along
happily. He was a big heavyset guy. He helped me
into the backseat of a green station wagon and his
partner, a thinner guy with wild hair in a red baseball
cap was driving.
First his partner was driving us into the Sportsman's
Lodge which is nearby but he said that it was too
fancy and public so we pulled out of the lot and went
to a less upscale motel. He got out and apparantly
got us a room. My impression is that the motel was
on Coldwater Canyon, but I could be wrong.
They turned on the TV and began channel switching.
We'd look at something and they'd tap on the screen
and say "this is the real world" or "this is happening
now". Eventually they found a show with a motel/hotel
room and said "Here is the hotel we are in now". These
pictures would come up first when I tried to run the
incident. While switching, the thin guy said "Let's
find some space aliens", probably hoping to further
confuse the incident, but they didn't find any shows
like that.
At this point I was sitting on the edge of the bed
watching the TV. Sometime during this I looked over
at the desk next to it and there was a printed page
with the heading "Engramic Phrases For Use In Drug
Hypnosis".
Then they stretch me out on the bed on my stomach,
with my head facing the TV. They continued to call
my attention to the screen occasionally. They tied
my wrists with thin ropes. Since there were no bedposts,
they were confused about where to tie the rope and
finally settled for pulling them down to the legs of
the bed.
Then they are pulling my pants down and the big guy
is unbuckeling his belt, but he says "I can't get it
up for this guy". My impression is that he is AC/DC
and prefers women but can do men as well. So they
begin channel hopping, looking for some porn, but
it is the afternoon and the sexier cable movies are
only on in the evening.
While this is going on, the thin guy is laughing and
saying "this is so funny". When I was running this
entire segment, I kept laughing hysterically until
I found that phrase.
Finally they find a movie with ... (Famous actress,
I got the name but it would be unfair to link her
with this). He says "I can get it up for (name)."
Then he tells me, "Watch the screen, we're going to
have an orgy with (name)".
He puts on a condum. Apparantly the guys who do this
are scared to death of Aids, so at least I'm protected
from that. They cover the condum with cocaine powder.
Then of course he screws me up the ass. Although there
is a bit of pain, it is covered by waves of pleasurable
sensation from the drug. He tells me I'm having sex
with (the actress found above) and I believe him (that's
really strange) and the drug has me all relaxed so it is
not like a rape (no resistance or protest) but instead
I'm getting waves of extasy (probably from the drugs)
which I'm feeling running all the way out to my fingertips
like little electrical sensations. I have had those
little tinglings chronically since the incident and
they blew while running it.
When running this, I eventually found a small amount
of pain (not much, maybe one sharp somatic on entry)
plus a continual burning sensation (originally masked
by the drug) which was probably due to the cocane going
in through the anal lining. Also there were pressures
and mild pains in the back and hand/wrist area (from
the ropes). The reverse flow troubles I've been
having between the genitals and the back area probably
go back to this backwards screwing position.
As a side note, the net says that the drug can be
detected up to 48 hours later. For years my body
has tended to throw off undesirable chemicals fairly
quickly. So two days later (this has always been in
conscious recall, but I never knew why it happened),
after lunch at work, I suddenly had a bit of diarreah
and there was blood in it. I got scared by it and went
home sick from work, but everything was fine after that
so I didn't worry about it. But in retrospect, it was
my system throwing off everything from this incident.
Apparantly the drug needs extreme sexual stimulation
to really latch in deeply, because the being locks in
on the sensation. Also it makes the incident too
incredible to believe and makes it non-confronted.
For me, of course, I was horrified at the homosexual
experience, and horrified that it was enjoyable in
some respects. Furthermore, although you are tremendously
sexualy stimulated, you don't get to have an orgasm
and it leaves you physically frustrated and pulling
in heavily, which makes you pull in the later hypnotic
commands instead of resisting them. At some subconsious
level, I then knew that I absolutely had to have a women
to keep from turning into some kind of crazy pervert and
also to break the hold of the heavy sex/drug sensation
which, even now, has a strong pull. This explains the
truly desperate sexual need I've been feeling all these
months.
Just writing this is turning on mild burning in my
ass, back pains, making my stomach sick, and making
me feel a bit apathetic and suicidal. Although I've
been through the incident quite a few times, every
moment, every thing looked at or said, seems to go
in like a heavy engram and lodge in deeply resulting
in it only being half errased even now that I've
gotten most of the contents (I will keep running it).
(Additional note on proofreading this - these somatics
are finally flat and turned off now).
I suspect that the drug makes the incident hook in
deeply to the "lower self" I was talking about the
other week and latches onto the "emotional bank"
even when one does not have true engramic pain/
unconsiousness type pictures to hook onto. I suspect
that the "lower self" keeps it mocked up because of
the sexual and drug sensations even though I'm no
longer mocking up engramic stuff compulsively. So
it acts like an engram anyway.
Anyway, then they untie me and pull my pants up and
sit me up. He then takes the command sheet and
implants it. He does this by reading one to himself,
putting the paper down, grabbing my shoulders and
shaking me a bit and then saying the phrase loudly
with intention. Then he lets go of me, picks up
the paper again, etc. I am sitting on the bed and
he is in the chair. When he finishes the printed
sheet, he takes a handwritten one, apparantly special
for me, and lays in those.
The command phrases -
"Here are your orders"
You must listen.
You must obey.
You need this.
This is for your own good.
You'll never run this out.
This will not react on any meter.
This will not react on a lie detector.
This will not react on any electronic device.
You musn't let anybody find out about this.
You musn't let anybody know about this.
You musn't let anybody suspect that this incident exists.
You can't find out about this.
You would die if you knew.
You will die if you tell.
There is no time.
There is no date.
There is no duration.
This incident doesn't exist.
You do not know that it is happening.
The end is the beginning.
The beginning is the end.
It's later than it is.
It's earlier than it is.
You are before the beginning.
You are after the end.
You are not where you think you are.
You are somewhere else.
You were never here in the first place.
This has happened before.
It is 86 trillion years ago.
It is one million years ago.
It is ten thousand years ago.
It is one hundred years ago.
It happened yesterday.
It happened tomorrow.
It happened before you were born.
The incident is over.
It never happened in the first place.
All you see here is blackness.
You cannot move to the incident.
You cannot move through the incident.
It is all too confusing.
We am here to help you.
We am here to help mankind.
This will enable you to help others.
This will enable you to survive.
You will obey my orders.
The survival of mankind is at stake.
You want to obey my orders.
Obeying me will set you free.
You have no will of your own.
You have no choice but to obey me.
Do not think about this.
You cannot believe that this has happened.
If you look at this you will find something else.
You cannot tell anybody about it.
You will die if you tell.
You will kill yourself if you try to tell.
You will become sick and die if you find out about this.
Your waking self cannot remember this.
Your unconsious self cannot forget this.
You will always hide this from yourself.
You will obey without thinking.
It is important to obey without thinking.
It is glorious to obey without thinking.
It is beautiful to obey without thinking.
It is successfull to obey without thinking.
It is responsible to obey without thinking.
By obeying me you will save the world.
Here are your orders.
(here he shifts from the printed sheet to the handwritten one)
You will kill yourself at midnight on New Year's Eve.
The processing does not work.
Everything keys in again.
You stir up more than you can confront.
You are alone.
You are overwhelmed.
You are evil.
Everybody hates you.
Nobody can help you.
You don't like anybody.
You are a criminal and will go to jail.
The police will arrest you.
The court will convict you.
You will stop writing.
You will stop posting to the internet.
You will never run this out.
You are too tired to do anything.
You will never find out.
(From later running, on Mar 3 they did this to me again,
using the same printed sheet but on the handwritten sheet
they replaced the first sentence about New Years with -
All the girls will reject you.
You will kill yourself when you are rejected.
It is too sad to live.
Everything is hopeless.)
(back to the printed sheet)
Your conscious self is now in paradise.
All is wonderful.
Your dreams are fufilled.
What would you like to have?
(I answer "a beautiful woman who loves me" and he writes
it down).
Whenever you return to paradise you will have it.
But you cannot go there by yourself.
Somebody else must send you.
(he takes out an index card. Now he holds the card in
one hand and the printed sheet in the other and doesn't
bother to shake me between commands)
When you hear this jingle twice,
You will return to Paradise.
(reading from the index card - )
Its far too blue and not a lark
for an autum screw alone in the dark.
(back to the printed sheet)
When you hear that phrase again,
You'll obey for its me or my men.
Here is the phrase again -
Its far too blue and not a lark
for an autum screw alone in the dark.
When you hear this, your conscious self will go to
Paradise and experience extasy while your unconsious
self recieves my orders which must be carried out or
else you will die.
Then I will tell you to come back to yourself and
awaken and then your conscious self will return from
paradise without remembering anything.
Only your unconsious self will remember this.
If anything about this begins to come into consciousness,
you will become tired and fall asleep.
Do you understand?
(When he says this, he shakes me again and I say "Yes").
My commands for you are complete. Be sure that you obey.
Then they take me back to the station wagon and drive
to the parking lot next to Jerry's Deli. The big guy
asks for my car keys and drives me home in my car while
the other guy follows.
He has me get out and he returns my car keys. Then he
has me take out my house key. We are standing next to
my car. His friend in the green station wagon is pulled
up behind us in my driveway.
He tells me "When I say now, you will go to the house and
put the key in the front door and turn it. When you turn
the key, your conscious self will return from paradise and
awaken and you will remember that you drove home from the
resturant without anything else happeneing."
Then he says "Now" and I begin walking to the house.
Behind me I hear them driving off.
When I get inside I remember nothing and I feel a bit
sick. I wonder if there was something wrong with the
food.
==========
OSA'S GAME AGAINST ME AND ELENA
During the week after the above incident, I was tired,
sick, apathetic, and also feeling very alone and abandoned
and feeling a terrible sexual need.
During the previous six months I had occasionally gotten
horny. Its a male thing. You watch some naked girls in
an Xrated movie, relieve the tensions, and drop the subject.
For me this was about once a month. Just something to
get out of the way so that I could concentrate on more
important things. Not a big deal. I had been figuring
that this would keep the body quiet and that sooner or
later I'd run into some nice freezone girl and start
another 2D.
But now that solution didn't work. The need was desperate
and compulsive. By the end of the week the movies weren't
even turning me on but I was still feeling a terrible
need and also feeling very degraded.
So I decided to drop everything and begin processing
charge off of sex and the 2D.
That was December 3rd, approximately one week after
the drug implant. I remember that date clearly as the
point when I realized that I had to run charge off of
the 2D or else I would totally cave in. In fact, I felt
that I would die if I didn't do something about the area
immediately.
All sorts of case came up. Everything I've written about
my case and all the stuff I ran were correct. They did
not implant any new abberations. But they turned up the
volume on my 2D case by orders of magnitude. And of
course I always missed the drug incident.
Specifically, things like the sex-suicide stuff I've
written about were there in my late teens and in that
bad period around 1980 when I was without a 2D for
years. But the keyins were rare occasional things.
Maybe I had a dozen times when there was a suicide
impulse connected to sex over the course of a number
of years. It did not permeate my life. Now these things
were hitting daily.
Each and every day, I had as many keyins on sex and
2D as I used to have over the course of months, and
the intensity was orders of magnitude greater.
The processes would work and I would get a big gain and
keyout and then a few hours later the rest of the 2D
case would key right back in. And the tiny bits that
I did errase were of course gone and didn't come back,
but it was a teaspoon against the ocean. We count
heavily on the keyout effect to get the pc flying.
And of course OSA was happy. Until I avoided suicide
on New Years and then flipped the other way, blew some
big underlying charge on suicide, and dumped a massive
post (post69) onto the net.
They must have freaked out. But they would already
have been preparing a plan B. I'd said in the incident
that I wanted a beautiful girl to love me. So they
knew that I could be manipulated that way.
Elena had been running self-clearing back in 1999 and
her ex-husband had found out and reported her to OSA.
OSA had told him to lay off and drop the matter, leaving
her alone to do what she wanted. Since she is a bit
of a celebrity, we must assume that they kept an eye
on her thereafter.
Right after New Years, I decided that since the processing
was not working to turn off the sexual urges, I really
needed to get out and meet some girls.
Not having many comm lines or knowing how to go about this,
and not yet having made friends who know the LA club
sceen, I dug out the address of a cocktail lounge that
somebody had once told me still allowed smoking (rare in
LA) and went there. It turned out to be a poor quality
place with few girls, a tiny dance floor, and mostly just
horny guys commiserating with each other. I decided not
to go back there again, but had a few drinks anyway and
swapped divorce stories with a few other guys at the
bar.
Then I ordered some coffee, which is my usual policy, to
sober up and do some locationals before I drove home.
The bar had gotten crowded, and a guy said that he had
heard something really funny and invited me over to
the bar stools on a side table so that he could sit down
while he told me.
Then he said "I heard a really funny poem but I don't
quite understand what it means. It goes like this."
And I remember that clearly, and afterwards I remember
that he said something about "far blue" and "autum
screw" and it didn't seem to make sense and I couldn't
figure it out for him. And then I had some more coffee
and was nicely sobered up and went home safely.
When I went back and ran this I found that he had
recited the phrase from the drug incident which was
supposed to put me under again ("Its far too blue" ...
etc.) and said it twice and then sat their and told
me that the love of my life was going to call me and
that her name was Elena and she was a beautiful movie
star in her thirties and he showed me her picture, one
of the ones from the net - the one up at Alex's website.
The same one she sent me eventually and where I was
shocked that she looked exactly as I'd imagined.
And later, when Elena was afraid to tell me her name
on the phone, I guessed that it was "Elena" and she
was shocked and I thought that I must have picked it
up by some wild OT ability. But really it was that
I'd been told her name under hypnosis and it simply
came to the surface. From the first phone call, I
had been thinking of her as "Elena" even though she
had not given me her name.
And the other thing he ordered me to do was to report
back to the same cocktail lounge on Friday in two
weeks and I did even though I'd decided not to bother
ever going there again. Of course they were unprepared
the first time I went in, so they needed me back again
to setup the drunk driving incident. But I am getting
ahead of my story. Note that the guy in this incident
is different from the other two, he is shorter and maybe
a bit flabby. However it is the big guy from the first
incident who handles me during the drunk driving.
Immediately after they told me her name, Elena called
me up. She was very very scared of OSA finding out
that she was talking to me. I believe that this fear
of OSA was so heavy because they had already implanted
her. My worries about her being an OSA plant were
handled by the fact that she had obviously run self
clearing extensively and knew it well and I still think
that this was correct and she was being used without
her knowledge. They knew she would pass inspection
because she really was a self clearing enthusiast.
Obviously OSA must have set this all up and gotten to
her as well because they showed me her picture and told
me her name before she called.
And she had just taken a month off from film production
and was staying alone in the apartment that she used
to share with her ex-husband, and he had keys and
she even told me once that she was scared that he might
have hypnotized her in her sleep.
So this whole half-assed affair between us was planned.
Then of course I wanted her to fly out right away, and
she actually had a free month where she could have done
that, but she had a terrible fear of flying, and they
also knew about that from the six months when she was
in the Sea Org years ago.
So I did a bit of processing on her over the phone.
And there was a point where the fear seemed to be gone
and she felt really good, but wanted to wait a little
to see if it keyed in again. And it did key in again,
intensely, and we never did get it handled. Except
that it seems like my continual 2D keyin, where everything
else in the bank on that topic keeps keying in after
a big release.
So I think that they got scared and re-implanted a
big fear of flying in on her immediately.
And later, when I'd point out that no planes had
crashed between Europe and LA during that time period,
she would always say that if she'd been on a flight,
then it would have crashed.
So I think that they told her under hypnosis that if
she did get on a plane they would plant a bomb on it
or otherwise make it crash and she would die.
Of course I am only guessing here and she will have
to run her own incidents on this.
I don't think that they drugged me during the first
incident in the cocktail lounge, but they did during
the second one where I get arrested for drunk driving.
But they must have used some drug which would not
show up on an ordinary alchohol blood test. I don't
know if that is true of rohypnol or whether they used
something milder, but I was experiencing blackouts
walking out of the lounge and it seemed like somebody
was continualy telling me to drive off and have a big
accident and kill myself. Instead I tapped somebody's
bumper in the parking lot.
Note that I later tested my reactions to heavy alcohol,
going out with friends and drinking twice as much as
I did the night I got arrested. This was much more
than I ever drink, but I still could see clearly, was
not blacking out, and had the good sense to be running
locationals etc. and not doing really stupid things
(although I probably sounded a little stupid), and
certainly would not have tried to drive. So the
entire drunk driving incident was very smelly.
Next of course I was in legal trouble and quite freaked
out. But then somebody was nice enough to spend a
romantic weekend with me. Some of the implant effects
then began to diminish. I remember feeling quite good
the following week, although I was still deeply in
love with Elena.
They must have found out (maybe from Elena) that I
was starting to feel better. Because then there is
another full scale rape incident, including the cocane
condum. They tell me I'm going to jail for the rest
of my life (I was super freaked out later in court).
They tell me that I will kill myself when Elena
rejects me (they hope that this will cause a suicide
even though a direct suicide command didn't). And
they tell me that I must not ever let that person
who visited me romantically come back again (and I
had a terrible and unexplainable reluctance to have
her here again until I spotted this, now I think the
opposite).
I think that that incident was around the end of
February and they got me by stopping me as I was
getting into my car and asking for directions. He
handed me a sheet of paper with the knockout phrase
written on it ("far too blue") and said "this is
where we are supposed to go but I can't figure it
out at all, can you?" And I said, "this isn't an
address" and he said "here, let me read it for you",
and soon I was in a trance and getting in the car
with them.
(Update - after writing this I meter dated it and
got March 3 and spotted that I was walking to my
car rather than as I was getting in it. And I
got that they used the same commands as the first
time except for the slight variation in the handwritten
section, which I noted above along with the commands
from the first incident).
I don't think that they've managed to implant me
since, but I'm still looking. Gradually I've had
more people around me, etc. and they probably thought
it was too risky.
(Update - after writing this I meter checked it
and found a third full SDH implant on Monday May 15th.
This time the handwritten began with "Elena is
coming. She has cheated on you. You are a monster
to her. When she rejects you you will kill yourself".
According to the meter, there have been no more
implants after that.)
As for Elena, she finally arranged to get out here
despite the fear of flying by booking passage on
the Queen Elizabeth II. She booked it in early
April, but the trip was scheduled for the beginning
of June, and then she wanted to make some money
to pay for expenses.
And they probably need to prevent this and set it
up so that she will flinch from me because the
implant might start unraveling if we really got
together.
So a few weeks later she ends up on the date rape
cruise. Here again I am only guessing, but I would
assume that the Austrian millionaire was not an OSA
agent, but was known by OSA to be involved in drugs
and in doing this sort of thing. According to Elena,
he always seems to be in the news as far as being
in one kind of trouble or another. So they probably
had her agent (Bertie - I don't know if he's under
OSA's control or not) setup this damn thing to make
sure she was very screwed up. But of course I'm
not sure.
And it might be that after this they decided that it
was good for her to go to America, but also implanted
a command for her to be terrified of me or that I
was going to kill her or something so that she would
reject me and run and they might have hoped to trigger
a suicide on my side with that.
Another strange thing is her Endomitriosis. This
might also have been turned on by OSA. She said
that it first started in December but before she
contacted me, so she never thought it was related.
But maybe they had been setting this up in Decemenber
and had already gotten ahold of her.
They might also have implanted her to call the police.
It seemed like she had the normal citizen's reluctance
to call police etc. while she was in Switzerland, but
after she got here, she even wanted to call the
police on a motel manager for false advertising. It
seems like she has some strange behavior in this area
now too.
It seems to me that the procedure used by OSA was
called Sex-Drug Hypnosis or SDH. Maybe they used the
name sometime during the implanting.
I think that PDH is probably ineffective on a clear
because the pain has blown out of the bank. But
SDH will still work because sex hits buttons on
loss and emotion which a clear is still subject to.
==========
THE CURRENT SITUATION
As far as I go, my 2D case is still pretty heavily
stirred up but a whole bunch of somatics and charge
has come off from running this. Unfortunately it
was real case that did key in and simply spotting
that it was restimulated by this doesn't change the
facts of what was restimulated.
Specifically, OSA's fairy tale of having found my
soul mate and great love locked up on that old
Fairy Queen goddess that was soul mate to the Pilot
of old and the loss of having failed to find that
being still makes me terribly sad. Huge amounts
of old track went into restim and I still don't
know how to as-is something which is gone.
And of course my sex life has been so perverted by
these creeps that any sort of normal sex would be
a godsend.
But maybe I can start operating again.
If this is real and was done to me (I'm still having
trouble beliving it), then it has been used on others.
If enough people get stirred up and halfway remember,
then somebody will catch them at it and that will
rip the whole organization to pieces.
It is all too wierd to get my name wrapped up in
this right now on the net, so I put together an
anonymous post of an OSA bulletin describing how
to do SDH implanting and giving the command sheet
that they use. Maybe that will wake up some people.
Also it ensures that they can't keep the procedure
secret by bumping me off. I've already posted that
one just in case there is a leak on this comm line.
Probably it will just entertain the critics and
maybe forewarn some people. But it is possible that
all hell will break lose when it hits, so keep your
eyes on the newsgroups for the next few days.
It also occurs to me that an older experimental form
of this was used on Ron, possibly beginning in 1964
and done again in Rhodesia and again in Tangiers and
again in Sicily, at times when he was away from his
usual supporters. That might mean that CxIxA is
really doing it and is current running OSA. The
modern date rape drugs were not available then, but
the spy groups might have already had them. Or maybe
I'm just paranoid.
I'm also wondering about Miscaviage. I'm hearing good
things about him from when he first joined the Sea
Org. It is like he totally flipped and became a
raving psycho shortly afterwards. Maybe he was
implanted in this way and is even now being used.
Just idle speculation. But if it is true and the
OSA netsitters pass a copy of my anon post to him,
he might suddenly unravel and we might see fireworks.
And everybody should meter check if they've been SDHed.
And check if the read is being suppressed by an
implanted command. And if it does read, date locate
it and then run it out, and don't go witch hunting
just on a meter read without data, because the
concept has enough charge that it might read on
the very idea of it happening even if it didn't.
So run the incident before you cry wolf.
I haven't planned beyond this point yet. I am still
coming out of shock.
Update - The emotional bank is held in place by pleasure
moments (Self Anaylsis etc.). The losses are the ends
of the incidents. The thetan mocks up the losses compulsively
because he wouldn't let go of the earlier positive and
desirable things associated with the lost terminal.
Running self analysis can key out both the engramic and
the emotional banks.
Much ARC,
Ken Ogger aka The Pilot
I've not got a DSM handy to chew through for their latest think and labeling on the issue . . . but I'm sure they've got some think on the victim thing
you should know how dangerous a fine bottle of wine is. 
With a license to steal, I wonder how much loot they get everyday? 
