posted on May, 25 2011 @ 03:19 AM
I believe you are telling the truth. There are many of us out here, most of us stay in hiding and have changed our names to protect ourselves. I am
one of those people.
After my father finished up his tours with Vietnam, he moved us (Cannot disclose location) to a remote area where he began working for the state. He
met someone else who was also military and they became buddies. His friend's wife became close with my mother and they began coming over and having
dinner with us on occasion. The trouble began when I was about 7 years old. My mother had to take a job and so the women she had become friends with
started babysitting me in the mornings before school.
To this day, I have no idea who these people were exactly but they both tried to program me. I'm a failed program.
Each morning before school they both began playing a game of chess with me. Mostly, it was her husband who would sit down and pour me a cup of coffee
and would insist we play chess. They started to gain my trust and then suddenly everything slowly took a turn for the worst. After the morning games
of chess, they began playing a certain song on their turn table by a certain pop duo. They would play the song, then stop it, and say my name, then
start the song again. His wife tried to tell me that this was just a game.
Soon after that, her husband said he knew how to do magic tricks, and that he knew how to make people disappear. As a child, I actually started to
believe this, and when I told my parents they giggled because they thought their friends were just playing with me.
One morning, they took me the couple took me down to the basement and he said he had a huge black box that he put people in and made them disappear.
There was one there, and his wife was smiling the entire time as she told me in a nice way that they would put me in there and I'd never be seen
again. There was a masonic symbol painted on the black box, in gold. Same symbol I have seen on old buildings.
Then they began a game where they would play the song, say my name, then show me a picture. The picture would be of dead children laying in broken
rainbows. The week that this began, I started to hear ringing in my ears really bad, then I heard my name being spoken as if someone were speaking to
me in the class room in my ear. I started to get bad earaches, and would vomit. The doctor we had could never figure out what was wrong because there
was nothing there to cause this. I was taken to a specialist who told my parents I had labrynthitis and that I'd live with it indefinitely.
This ordeal for me came to and end, when the couple started playing the song, chanting my name to it, and then the pictures they were showing me
became more gruesome. They asked me to do certain body movements, along to certain pictures.
One evening, when my dad was working out in the garage I remember going out and telling him about the pictures his friends were showing me. He
immediately stopped what he was doing and called for my mother and they both made me retell the whole thing.
The next thing I know, we are moving away. We never saw these people again and my dad has long passed on.
I was never able to settle in my mind what had happened. I continued growing up and led a non eventful teen years. But when I hit 20 I suddenly
started having nightmares, ear aches, ringing, and nausea. All of these memories started flooding back about the ordeal. At the same time I remembered
this, the guy that had just appeared in my life out of no where and started calling and wanting to date me, was acting very strange. He wanted me to
travel with him out east and meet his family. I didn't want to at the time and he became so insistent about me, my life, and then he tried to kill
That's all I will go into but OP I want you to know that we are out there. I post this story because I 'm safe now and no one can track me down.
I've been happily married and have children of my own.
You will get through this but you MUST disconnect yourself from anything regarding the illuminati. And you MUST be watchful and careful about where
and whom you associate yourself.
There are plants on this forum, and they are watching too. Don't think they are not. I'm basically the watcher watching the watchers.
Be cautious about your choices, and you will heal.