Words are our Best Weapon Against the Lies of History (Truth in the Root of the Word).
Whenever you notice Number(s) or Color(s) you must consciously Delete it, just as you would a computer program. Override Delete, Override, Delete Program.
Nano bots in the body (video: Not Space, HELL), Eye (camera), Ear (microphone), Brain implants, Implants (though-out the body/ movable),Ultra-sonic mind control frequencies…what EXACTLY are you trying to do???
Did I ever mention what I did for a living? No? Well, I worked in Market Research for advertising agencies. I decided to go deeper into the research aspect and soon found myself in Business Intelligence (sometimes called Commercial Intelligence).
I worked with a top pharmaceutical company in the Business Intelligence department (hidden) within the Investment Relations department. If you called looking for the Business Intelligence Commercial Projects (BICP) department you wouldn’t get anywhere, as we really didn’t advertise the service. It was in-house only, and even then you had to know the right person to contact to get to the people involved; which consisted of three, myself, and two men. One a former Army Intelligence officer and the other a former Russian Intelligence officer.
“Andi, close the door.”
That’s how our meetings would start. I would get briefed (and I would debrief) on the status of projects. Nothing spectacular, just companies spying on each other to see who’s first to market with their latest designer drug. That’s all I can remember… But what do I know anyway?
I don’t know, what I know, but it must be a motherfu#ka!
I will not place “time/date” stamps (intentionally), due to its false construct. And also, because I can only recall small segments of events. So take each individual snippet as its own.
False “Time” Construct:
September 2, 1752, was a great day in the history of sleep.
That Wednesday evening, millions of British subjects in England and the colonies went peacefully to sleep and did not wake up until twelve days later. Behind this feat of narcoleptic prowess was not some revolutionary hypnotic technique [this is where the Public is and has always been],or miraculous pharmaceutical discovered in the West Indies. It was, rather, the British Calendar Act of 1751, which declared the day after Wednesday the second to be Thursday the fourteenth. So, if they could do that in 1751, just imagine What The HELL they are doing now!
Considering society’s’ love of Holidays, and using this frantic shopping energy, it makes you wonder how many times have we experienced Christmas.
The Curious History of the Gregorian Calendar, Eleven days that never were
I forgot what I wasn’t suppose to remember.
Note: Recalling these events are not a high priority, however, I will do what I can. These recounts may assist others that find similarities in some events (as others stories did for me). Example, Having a Root Canal at 7 yrs old. Attending a special school or being in a special program or seeing students in a trance/ hypnotic state.
Little Orphan Andi
I wasn’t an orphan, although I often felt odd in my own family. I come from Cocoa Florida, and when my mother had me, she told me later, “There was a storm and lizards were jumping all over the windows. I thought you were going to look like a lizard.” I didn’t look like a lizard, but I had a skin condition that made my skin look scaly for a few months, which she attributed to me being OVER A MONTH LATE (10 Months), and her doctors who X-ray her stomach. She said, “…you were a beautiful baby [albeit, aside from the scaly looking skin] with straight black hair that framed your face, like an Asian Baby.” Later my hair would fall out and grow back bushy/frizzy/kinky & curly. Thank you 9 Ether!
Soon after I was taken by three of my Uncles to the South, they had Great Intellect and Afros. I never thought much about that until recently. Now that I think about it, there must have been something amidst for all three of them to leave their families to drive to Florida. They had businesses and families of their own, but none of my Aunts accompanied them on the trip. I lived there for almost five years, before I saw my mother again.
Did you forget your name again?
I had a hard time in school. Many things were just wrong and I didn’t like it.
My first day, all the children had to stand up next to their seat and say their first and last name. When it came my turn, I noticed they said two names, so I said the two names people called me most, Niecey-Weecy.
The teacher looked frantic, looking through her papers. I guess she thought I was in the wrong class room. All the other children looked happy or blank faced at me, so I just sat down. Later I got sent home with a note telling my mother to teach me my name. The problem was everyone had a different name for me, Niecey-Weecy, “Hey, what’s up, Sticks” and Spock (I had pointy ears), but no one ever called me by the hard one, the long name.
[Fast forward, so-called 2009-2010. People would ask me my name out of the blue, and out of context of what was happening.
While waiting for a ride back to the city (after a retreat), a woman came over to me and started yelling at me over and over, “What is your Name! What is Your Name! What is Your Name! What is Your Name!. The Shifu (of the retreat center) who was in his office, came out to see what was happening. The woman tried to recover, and said, “Oh! I was just looking for the person who’s suppose to ride back to the city with us.” I was thinking, REALLY!? Like that!? After a peaceful Buddhist retreat? Another time, while in Starbucks reading a book, an old couple sat down next to me. The old lady asked what I was reading, so I showed her the cover. Then she said, “Oh that looks interesting, what is your name?” By this time, it was happening so frequently I just started making up names to give people.]
From little to now, and back again
The only thing I can really remember about elementary school was that it was boring and blurry. I daydreamed a lot. I mean A LOT!
It was like watching an ongoing movie, a miniseries, that was adventurous, exciting, scary and dangerous all at the same time. “Don’t go there, go there”, Run!, Hide! It was fascinating. Most kids had to run home from school to play, or watch cartoons, and I did too- but my favorite was this miniseries/ movie. It always seemed to be playing too, as soon as I would get quite enough to see it.
When I was little I never went to sleep, I don’t think I had insomnia, but I would watch the late, late, late movies before falling asleep. Old movies were my favorite, that and scary movies.
Although I had seen every scary movie there was to see, the only movie that sort of scared me wasn’t really a scary movie. I only saw it once when I was little, and then again just a couple of years ago. I think what made me feel uneasy about the movie was that for some reason, it seemed real. There was something in the movie that ring true for me. And I knew I would grow up to look like the lady in the movie, but I did not know how I knew it, just sort of felt it. The movie is Black Orpheus.
Thinking back now. I don’t know what I was doing when I was little, but it seems like it had (has) something to do with now. Because I could almost swear what I was daydreaming about then, is what is happening right now.
At the time I was working as a host at a popular nightclub. I only worked there three nights a week, their busiest nights. One night I filled-in for a friend and as it was very slow, so I begin reading a book at the podium. The security guard came over to talk to me [as I assume it was an unusual sight, considering the place and people that goes there. No one read books, papers anymore, just screens.]
I showed him the jacket of the book I was reading (I don’t remember what it was), but he immediately got VERY interested. He told me there were some books he thought I should read, and took the reservation list, turned it over and wrote down a list of books. All the while telling me I needed to get these books, as it tells a story.
Here’s what I remember from the list:
The Wise Men (Thomas and ???)
The Puzzle Palace (Bamford)
Deep Black (Burrows)
The CIA and the Cult of Intelligence (Marchetti and Marks)
Rule by Secrecy (Marrs)
That’s all I can remember off the top of my head, it was an extensive list; which he wrote down without even pausing to think about it!
By next week, when I next saw him, I must have surprised him when I told him I got all the books, except for one- Deep Black. It was this one, that I couldn’t locate anywhere and thus made me even more interested. I made random calls, looked in old book stores but couldn’t find it. But what I told him next seemed to really surprise him. I told him I contacted the author and we had an appointment to meet next week for lunch at Smith and Wollensky’s.
During our lunch meeting, Burrows presented me with autographed copies of All his books…including Deep Black! I remember talking a lot and sharing personal information; which is highly unusual for an initial meeting (and for me). By the end of our luncheon he told me I was a fascinating woman–too bad I don’t remember all that we talked about. We continued to communicate via email and met on occasion for lunch.; he’d share his latest book notes with me, which he always entitled Brain Food.
He insisted I should write a book, no matter the subject, he said. He wanted to present me to the Century Club for membership. I thought that was an extraordinarily kind offer, but happily declined. I was never the membership kind.
MORE TO COME…