Wednesday, 12 September 2012CAMBODIA
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My Time in Cambodia by Blue
September 9, 2012 at 6:51 pm (Guest Post, Mind Control, MK ULTRA, Monarch Programming)
Part of the reason why we have this blog is to help others who have been survivors of MK ULTRA and other projects get their stories out. Every time someone takes the brave step to bring their experience to the public, we get so many emails from other survivors who are helped tremendously by reading the stories. So many times we hear “That happened to me too!”, or “I would have thought I was crazy until I read the same thing happening to someone else” and, “I’m not alone”.
We make this offer to other survivors – if you want to share your experiences, we will be happy to post them for the benefit of all. We respect people’s privacy, safety and anonymity. Thanks to Blue for sharing her story. This is never easy for any of us. Read on! – D&M
My Time in Cambodia by Blue
Hi Everyone.
Over the last few years I’ve been uncovering and researching details of my involvement in various different branches of “the project”. I’m referring to them in this way as at this moment in time. I’m not aware of the exact titles of sub-projects that I was involved in and to be honest when you are young and in pain or going through suffering then things like names somehow slip down your list of priorities .
Up to now I’ve not actually spoken out much publicly about what I’ve been through, this is for a variety of reasons: having to break down Wernickes commands and mind control techniques, fear of reprisals against me and my family, being unclear about the timing of certain events and perhaps the most important of all the reasons which is that I simply hadn’t reached a stage where I could write coherently about what I had been through. You should have seen the first email that I sent to Duncan a few years ago. It was full of egotistical twisted gibberish . Having reached that stage I am increasingly feeling the need to stand up and be counted. For all I know I could get run over by a bus tomorrow, die as a result and my story would never be heard!. What I’m going to be writing about tonight is my life in Cambodia.
A bit about me and why I was chosen and my selection process
If you were to walk past me in the street you probably wouldn’t give me a second glance as I come across as a slightly scruffy 30 something looking woman. Appearances can be deceptive, in truth I am a mixture of various different elite bloodlines (at this moment in time I’m not going to reveal which ones they are as I am bound by a code which prevents be from doing so) and commoner blood (which I am proud of).
The bloodlines that I come from have certain inclinations and natural talents and these were enhanced as a result of a selective breeding programme that was started decades before my birth and was carried on during my pre-natal, birth process, childhood and adolescence. This is not to deny the fact that my parents chose to get married of their own free will, did so because they loved each other and still remain in love to this day :>.
My selection process took place when I was very young. I don’t remember what age I would have been and am not going to reveal where it took place but it involved seeing whether I was skilled at being a receiver, at picking up psychically what someone else was thinking.
My First Mission
Okay folks, this is the part of the story where I step back from my clinical detachment and get to the raw emotional part of my curriculum vitae . One of the bloodlines that I come from is renowned for having a very active Kundalini and this made me an ideal participant for Project Monarch. Part of the process of getting ready for this mission involved being removed from my parents and kept in a cage where I was taught to repeat everything that was said to me. Once this had been done my parents were forced to leave me at a pick-up point where I was taken to Cambodia. At this point I’d like to say (and I can’t stress this enough), that my parents had no say in the matter, they were forced to comply with handing me over and I don’t blame them a bit for doing so.
Once I reached Cambodia I immediately became Pol Pot’s sexual plaything. I’m not sure how long this would have lasted as I was kept in a darkened cell almost all of the time and only released in response to his perverted demands. During this time I bore him two children, sadly only one of them survived . I was still very young when I had the second child maybe only eight or nine but I tried my best to care for him. This involved breastfeeding him in the dirty stinking cell that we were kept in and eating the head lice on his hair.
Eventually as he bored of me I was released into the wilderness where I was discovered by US troops. I’m still trying to piece together what happened next and this is still very murky territory for me but what I believe to be the case is that my pyrokinetic talents was used by the US military to burn down buildings.
After a while I cracked up completely (which is hardly surprising given the things that I had witnessed and been through, which I am only now beginning to remember and deal with and believe you me this is just me scratching the surface of what took place in just one of many missions that I was involved in) and ended up what I think was the mental ward of a US hospital. At this moment in time I don’t know whether it was a black ops ward or just a regular ward but either way it wouldn’t have been the easiest environment for someone to be in let alone someone who was eight or maybe nine. At this moment in time I can’t pinpoint an exact year.
Eventually I was handed back to my parents but won’t elaborate the process by which this was carried out, where the handover took place or who was involved as I want the identity of those involved in the handover to remain secret.
This has been a very difficult piece to write and has involved me in reliving old experiences and memories but hopefully it shows that things can get better by sharing them so if anyone has any questions or comments then please feel free to do so. If I am not happy to answer any of them then I will simply write “no comment” and move on to the next one.
I’d just like to finish by adding a big big thanks to all of those who have slapped me down to size, told me off and helped me back onto the proper path when appropriate. You know who you all are!
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Blue said,
September 9, 2012 at 9:50 pm
Thanks Rainbow.
The strange thing to get your head round about having multiple personality disorder is that it’s generally the case that you don’t remember what happens when you switch personality. For example, I don’t have any conscious recollection of the piece that I just wrote. This can leave someone feeling disorientated AS HELL lol.
Best Wishes.
Blue
Blue said,
September 9, 2012 at 7:18 pm
Hi Miranda and Duncan.
Many thanks for letting me have the priviledge of doing a guest post.
Best Wishes.
Blue
J Ghillie said,
September 9, 2012 at 11:56 pm
I am alright and do not need the intervention of such a technique in my life nor would I recommend it for anyone else.
ofinioan said,
September 10, 2012 at 11:24 am
Thank you Shiva for this but I have to agree with Blue on this. I have researched and tried EFT and it does not work. Our neurological systems have been screwed with so deeply that this could actually end up triggering us. In fact, some alter personalities are accessed by touch on the body. This is one of the frustrating things about trying to heal – so many modalities that are effective for other things are ineffective for what was done to us and in some cases can actually be dangerous. Blue mentioned Wernicke’s commands and that plays into it as well.
J Ghillie said,
September 10, 2012 at 2:15 pm
Thank you for your input. I’m going to answer as diplomatically as I can: I had not heard of Brzezinski until you mentioned his name and have only now looked up on wikipedia so can’t comment on the veracity of what he had to say about Pol Pot. As to my age being an indicator of whether I was in fact there or not what I actually said was that I LOOKED like I was in my thirties. When I tell people the age I am according to my birth certificate they are surprised and tell me that I look younger than I am. If you were to one of my multiiple personalities how old they are you would get a very different answer depending on which one you were to talk to. As Oscar Wilde pointed out the the pure and simple truth is rarely pure and hardly ever simple. Best Wishes. Blue
full comments + source:
http://www.duncanofinioan.wordpress.com/2012/09/09/my-time-in-cambodia-by-blue/