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Dissociative Identity Disorder "DID" (formerly termed Multiple 
Personality Disorder) is the mind's sane defense to an insane 
situation. It is a way of dealing with trauma that is literally 
"too horrible to comprehend". Incestuous rape violates primitive 
instincts and surpasses pain tolerance. By compartmentalizing the 
memory of such horrendous abuse, the rest of the mind can function 
"normally" as though nothing has happened.  This compartmentalization 
is created by the brain actually shutting  down neuron pathways to a 
specific part of the brain. 

These neuron pathways are triggered open again when the abuse 
recurs. The same part of the brain that is already conditioned 
to the trauma deals with it again-and-again as needed. As a child, 
I was dissociative of my father's abuse. I was totally unable to 
recall his sexual abuse, even in his presence, until I saw and 
felt his penis. As quickly as I felt the terror from conditioned 
response, I was remembering the abuse and how to deal with it. 
My neuron pathways opened up instantaneously to the part of my 
brain that previously endured the trauma. This part of my brain 
developed into a personality of its own - which belonged to my 
father - which he �rented� out and later sold to the U.S. Government
as will be explained and detailed in the following pages.

My father's sixth grade education had earned him a job as a worm 
digger for local sport fisherman. By the time I was six years old, 
however, his pornographic exploitation of my older brother Bill 
and me had provided enough income to move us into a bigger house 
nestled in the Michigan sand dunes. My father was right at home 
there. The tourists and drug dealers who littered the eastern shore 
of Lake Michigan further supplemented his income by paying for 
perverse sex with us children. My father also became involved in 
illicit drug sales. 

Soon after we moved, my father was reportedly caught sending kiddie 
porn through the U.S. Mail. It was a bestiality film of me with my 
Uncle Sam's Boxer dog, Buster. My Uncle Bob, also implicated in 
manufacturing the porn, informed my father of a U.S. Government 
Defense Intelligence Agency TOP SECRET Project to which he was privy - 
Project Monarch. This Project Monarch mind control operation was then, 
as now "recruiting" multigenerational incest abused children with 
Dissociative Identity Disorder for its "genetic mind control studies". 
I was a prime "candidate", a "chosen one".

I had learned to read at the young age of four due to my photographic
memory, which is the result of DID. Government researchers involved 
in MK Ultra Project Monarch knew about the photographic memory aspect
of MPD, as well as other resultant "super human" characteristics. 
Visual acuity of an MPD is 44 times greater than that of the average 
person. My developed and unusually high pain threshold plus 
compartmentalization of memory were "necessary" for military and 
covert operations development. Additionally, my sexuality was 
primitively twisted since infancy. This programming was appealing to 
perverse politicians who believed they could hide their actions deep 
within my memory compartments which cliniticians refer to as personalities. 

My father seized the opportunity as it would provide him immunity 
from prosecution. He was hurriedly flown to Boston for a two week 
course on how to raise my brother and I for this off-shoot of MK Ultra, 
Project Monarch. Immediately after my father's return from Boston, I was 
routinely prostituted to then Michigan State Senator Guy VanderJagt. 
VanderJagt later went on to become a U.S. Congressman and eventually 
chairman of the Republican National Congressional Committee that put 
George Bush in the office of President. I was prostituted to VanderJagt 
after numerous local parades in which he participated in, at the 
Mackinac Island Political Retreat, and in my home state of Michigan 
among other places. My Uncle Bob helped my father decorate my bedroom 
in red, white and blue paneling and American flags. He provided assistance 
in scrambling my mind according to Project Monarch methodologies. This 
was to confuse fantasy with reality when it came to fairy tale themes, 
particularly Disney stories and the Wizard of Oz, which laid the base 
for future programming. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

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Dissociative Identity Disorder ~ DID (formerly termed Multiple Personality Disorder) is the mind's sane defense to an insane situation. It is a way of dealing with trauma that is literally ?too horrible to comprehend?. Incestuous rape violates primitive instincts and surpasses pain tolerance. By compartmentalizing the memory of such horrendous abuse, the rest of the mind can function "normally" as though nothing has happened. This compartmentalization is created by the brain actually shutting down neuron pathways to a specific part of the brain. <BR>
<BR>These neuron pathways are triggered open again when the abuse recurs. The same part of the brain that is already conditioned to the trauma deals with it again-and-again as needed. As a child, I was dissociative of my father's abuse. I was totally unable to recall his sexual abuse, even in his presence, until I saw and felt his penis. As quickly as I felt the terror from conditioned response, I was remembering the abuse and how to deal with it. My neuron pathways opened up instantaneously to the part of my brain that previously endured the trauma. This part of my brain developed into a personality of its own - which belonged to my father - which he ?rented? out and later sold to the U.S. Government as will be explained and detailed in the following pages.<BR>
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My father's sixth grade education had earned him a job as a worm digger for local sport fisherman. By the time I was six years old, however, his pornographic exploitation of my older brother Bill and me had provided enough income to move us into a bigger house nestled in the Michigan sand dunes. My father was right at home there. The tourists and drug dealers who littered the eastern shore of Lake Michigan further supplemented his income by paying for perverse sex with us children. My father also became involved in illicit drug sales. <BR>
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Soon after we moved, my father was reportedly caught sending kiddie porn through the U.S. Mail. It was a bestiality film of me with my Uncle Sam's Boxer dog, Buster. My Uncle Bob, also implicated in manufacturing the porn, informed my father of a U.S. Government Defense Intelligence Agency TOP SECRET Project to which he was privy - Project Monarch. This Project Monarch mind control operation was then, as now "recruiting" multigenerational incest abused children with Dissociative Identity Disorder for its ?genetic mind control studies�. I was a prime "candidate", a "chosen one".<BR>
<BR>
 
I had learned to read at the young age of four due to my photographic memory, which is the result of DID. Government researchers involved in MK Ultra Project Monarch knew about the photographic memory aspect of MPD, as well as other resultant "super human" characteristics. Visual acuity of an MPD is 44 times greater than that of the average person. My developed and unusually high pain threshold plus compartmentalization of memory were "necessary" for military and covert operations development. Additionally, my sexuality was primitively twisted since infancy. This programming was appealing to perverse politicians who believed they could hide their actions deep within my memory compartments cliniticians refer to as personalities. <BR>
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My father seized the opportunity as it would provide him immunity from prosecution. He was hurriedly flown to Boston for a two week course on how to raise my brother and I for this off-shoot of MK Ultra, Project Monarch. Immediately after my father's return from Boston, I was routinely prostituted to then Michigan State Senator Guy VanderJagt. VanderJagt later went on to become a U.S. Congressman and eventually chairman of the Republican National Congressional Committee that put George Bush in the office of President. I was prostituted to VanderJagt after numerous local parades in which he participated in, at the Mackinac Island Political Retreat, and in my home state of Michigan among other places. My Uncle Bob helped my father decorate my bedroom in red, white and blue paneling and American flags. He provided assistance in scrambling my mind according to Project Monarch methodologies. This was to confuse fantasy with reality when it came to fairy tale themes, particularly Disney stories and the Wizard of Oz, which laid the base for future programming. <BR>
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