Tranceformation of America – Cathy O’Brien: Bush was using his bird dog to track me-the same one that had recently been used with me in bestiality filming as a “Byrd-dog” joke on my owner- Robert C. Byrd

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Government Sponsored Pedophilia/Satanic Ritual Abuse (SRA)  in good ole USA! Jesuit-Papal Nazi Mind Science Transplanted to America…

Perhaps some of the more surprising things about the book is the people mentioned who are involved. That would include Kris Kristofferson, Loretta Lynn, Barbara Mandrell, politician James Trafficante, Prince Bandar, Pierre Trudeau, Arlen Spector, Bill Bennett, Bob Bennett, Lee Greenwood, Country singers Wayne Cox, (He demanded she become a mormon), Merle Haggard, Jimmy Buffet, (wasting away in margaritaville), Alex Houston and Charley Pride etc. Robert Byrd  a nazi was especially enraged when he heard that Kathy O’Brien was prostituted out to black country singer Charley Pride a CIA operative. He beat Kathy O’Brien Unmercifully when he found out as if it were her fault. Kathy O’Brien indicated that Robert Byrd had an unusually small penis which she was grateful of as it did not almost choke her to death like some of the other demons, which left her throat raw and almost unable to swallow. She was reduced to 300 calories a day and that included semen. All the while working on Alex Houston’s farm cutting grass and pouring cement etc. Musician Wayne Cox liked to shoot hobos, cut off their hands and enclose them in ceramic for his “friends.” Jim Jones was his hero.

I dream of Jeannie, The Brady Bunch and Bewitched were shows they were forced to watch. A favorite phrase used around her was never ask what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country. At times a small flag was placed in her anus and she was told to wave it.

Stories of the dungeon and bestiality were especially disturbing. She was chained in a rack and in the next cell over was a goat named satan, a small white pony, various dogs and snakes.

This went on at various catholic schools and colleges, national guard armories, military bases etc around the country. Disney has programming facilities and key words in the their various looney cartoons (wish a upon a star and over the rainbow) and the victim was once sent to Harvard for a “tuneup”. Molestion went on in catholic confessionals where she was once told “I hear you are good cath-lick. Muskegon catholic parochial school is mentioned. Children were worked on during the day and father Vesbit was known as fuzzbut as the children were aware of large amounts of hair on his posterior.

Tranceformation of America – Cathy O’Brien & Mark Phillips (de-programmer)

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fr: Tranceformation of America – Cathy O’Brien: “…sex slaves were not routinely permitted in the Underground for security reasons, leaving the lounge’s small stage as the only source of “entertainment”. This entertainment ranged from would-be talents such as Lee Atwater, Bill Clinton, and George Bush, to CIA Operative entertainers such as Boxcar Willie and Lee Greenwood. On one occasion I was instructed to meet with former President Gerald Ford in the Underground where Lee Atwater was picking and singing. As I walked through the smoke-filled room to Ford’s table, Atwater interrupted his song to cryptically acknowledge my unwelcome presence by singing choruses of “Over the Rainbow”[Sen. Robert Byrd, Chrmn Senate Appropriation Committee, Cathy’s OWNER] and Byrd’s song for me “Country Roads” while emphasizing the lines of “Almost heaven, West Virginia”.

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Fr: Tranceformation of America – Cathy O’Brien “A Most Dangerous Game”

Hyper from drugs, Cheney and Bush were eager to hunt their human prey in “A Most Dangerous Game”. They greeted me with the rules of the game, ordered me to strip naked despite the cold December winds, and told me in Oz cryptic to “beware of the lions and tigers and bears”. Kelly’s life became the stakes, as usual, which resurrected my natural and exaggerated programmed maternal instincts. Tears silently ran down my cheeks as Bush told me, “If we catch you, Kelly’s mine. So run, run as fast as you can. I’ll get you and your little girl, too, because I can, I can, I can. And I will.” Cheney, daring me to respond, asked, “Any questions?” I said, “There’s no place to run because there’s a fence—the kind I can’t get over. I saw it”– Rather than physically assault me. Cheney laughed at my sense of “no where to run, no where to hide and explained that a bear had torn a hole in the fence somewhere, and all I had to do is find it. He lowered his rifle to my head and said, “Let the games begin. Go.”Wearing only my tennis shoes, I ran through the trees as fast and as far as I could, which wasn’t very far at all. Bush was using his bird dog to track me, the same one that had recently been used with me in bestiality filming as a “Byrd-dog” joke on my owner, Robert C. Byrd.

When caught, Cheney held his gun to my head again as he stood over me, looking warm in his sheepskin coat. Bush ordered me to take his dog sexually while they watched, then he and Cheney ushered me back to their cabin. I pulled on my clothes and sat in the office part of the cabin awaiting instructions. I had no idea where Kelly was, nor do I in retrospect. Bush and Cheney were still in their hunting clothes when the programming session began. Bush said, “You and I are about to embark on A Most Dangerous Game of diplomatic relations. This is my game. You will follow my rules. 1 will have the distinct advantage of hunting you with my Eye in the Sky (satellite). I’ll watch every move you make. As long as you play the game by my rules and make no mistakes, you live. One mistake and I’ll get you, my pretty, and your little girl, too.[substituting “and your little dog too” — Wiz of  Oz “fear-based coding” trigger]

You die, and Kelly will have to play with me. I prefer it that way. Then it will be her Most Dangerous Game. The cards are stacked in my favor because, well, it is my game! Are you game?” There was no choice. I responded as conditioned, “Yes, Sir! I’m game.” The parallels to The Most Dangerous Game that had just occurred in the woods were deliberate and intended to make retrieval of memory “impossible” due to crypto amnesia scrambling. “Good. Then let the games begin. Listen carefully to your instructions. You have no room for error.”

Cheney flipped his “game timer”—an hourglass. Bush continued, “This game is called the King and Eye, and here’s the deal. You will be establishing stronger diplomatic relations according to order between Mexico, the U.S., and the Middle East. Your role will require a change of face at each new place. I’ll chart your course, define your role, and pull your strings. You’ll speak my words when I pull your strings. There is no room for error,” Cheney was half lying across the plain, military issue style desk in an apparent drug stupor as Bush talked. Still wearing his hunting coat and hat, Cheney aimed his rifle at me from the desk and threatened, “Or a-hunting we will go.” Bush finished Cheney’s threat by singing, “We’ll catch a fox and put her in a box and lower her in a hole.”

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Chap.10, “Commander” Dick Cheney & Reagan’s “Hands On Mind-Control Demonstrations”

“I was attending another White House cocktail party where, as usual, I was taken aside for a meeting and escorted to a large office. There, Reagan and Cheney were having their “before cocktail party” cognacs, and Reagan’s cheeks were already flushed. He was in a hurry and quickly explained the purpose of the meeting,

“You’re the kind of girl who could hold a man in line. (He was cryptically referring to the lines of military personnel I was forced to have sex with.) That’s why I’ve selected you to tour a few Air Force Bases with the[Lt.] Colonel [Michael](Aquino) and demonstrate for our boys in the service what a Presidential Model is trained for, a kind of ‘hands on’ demonstration. But you’ll have to audition for the role.” Reagan drained his glass and gestured toward Cheney as he strode for the door, adding, “Do what he says. He’s your commander.” It had been eight years since I had been  unted and brutalized by Cheney in Wyoming, and apparently he wanted to see how my programming had progressed before agreeing to use me in Reagan’s “Hands-On Mind-Control Demonstrations”. He grabbed me roughly by the hair and slung me onto a black leather chair, tipping my head backwards over the high studded arm.

“Audition here,” he snarled. Since I last saw him, I had undergone Wizard Of Oz Tin Man programming, which he accessed to accommodate his large, thick penis. He placed his hands on my jaw while he said, “Soon we’ll have you purring like a well oiled machine. All of your moving parts are pivotal and gliding with ease. Melt into my hands. I’ll hold your jaw to keep it from slipping while you slip through a window in lime.” He then jerked my jaw out of  joint, and roughly gratified himself in my throat. As he lit his cigarette, I slowly regained focus enough to realize I was in pain. The back of my head hurt from being thrust into the studs on the chair, and I slowly lifted my head.

My owner, Senator [Robert]Byrd, had just walked in and realized Cheney had already completed the “audition“. Referring to compartmentalizing my memory via stun gun high voltage, Byrd asked, “Did you fry her?” Cheney, ‘cocksure’ of himself as always, answered. “She can’t have fucked all of  Washington” (indicating that no one would believe me anyway, even if I did reach this point and talk). Cheney put out his cigarette and said as he went out the door, “She’ll work. Tell Ronnie she’ll work.” When Byrd saw that my lips were bleeding, he called Cheney a “son of a bitch” under his breath, as this damage would prevent my fulfilling other assignments that were planned for me. Byrd touched his finger to my swollen lips and tasted the blood (and Cheney) several times. Then he slapped me hard across the face, which re-aligned my jaw but caused more blood to flow down my chin.”

*Cathy’s jaw is permanently damaged due to Cheney’s brutality, she has TMJ

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fr: Chap.12 , Operation Carrier Pigeon

…I first began delivering messages between my “owner” Senator Byrd and Puerto Rican drug lord and CIA operative, Jose Busto. [Alex] Houston had simply explained to me then, as we fed the flock of pigeons roosting at the Old San Juan Cathedral, that Pigeons were used as messengers. The DIA’s U.S. Army Lt. Colonel Michael Aquino often activated my Pigeon programming during the Hands-On Mind-Control demonstrations. Dick Cheney further defined the term “Pigeon” when I learned of Operation Carrier Pigeon in the mid ’80s. He said, “You have been selected from the flock (of programmed slaves) for the Carrier Pigeon Operation for the purpose of carrying messages from point A to point B as ordered. Pigeons, once they fly the coop, find no freedom in flight, but carry out their task of delivering their  message from point A to point B by the shortest possible route—a direct route. I will direct your route and you will deliver messages as ordered.”But no one defined my role as a Pigeon more eloquently that President Reagan during the course of Operation Carrier Pigeon.

The cryptic “pigeon language” utilized by all participants in the operation was intermixed with The Wizard of Oz, Alice in Wonderland, and “Genie in the Bottle” cryptic programming themes. While Pigeon meant messenger, “Carrier Pigeon” referred to the U.S. Air Force aircraft that actually transported the arms and drugs. “Pigeon Droppings” included the sometimes multi-national dispersal of the arms and drugs after they reached their destination. “Pigeon.  Holing” meant covering up the criminal activity. These definitions, as I understood them then and understand them now, may well include deeper, more diverse meanings than I have perceived. Habit’s favorite programming theme was Alice in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass due to its international recognition and relation to the ultra effective NASA mirror, time, and infinity space programs for instantly dissociating programmed participants. He habitually spoke in Alice In Wonderland cryptic language, and even used it for sex as was evidenced by his Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum brutal games of perversion. Due to Habit’s orchestration of Operation Carrier Pigeon, this CIA covert operation was littered with Wonderland mirror themes from beginning to end.

My CIA handler, Alex Houston had just returned from a brief solo trip “to Florida” with an elaborately wrapped box. “It’s from a friend of yours,” he told me as he handed me the box. “Let’s go into the bedroom so you can unwrap it and see it through the “Looking Class’.” Cryptically triggered, I mechanically walked to the bedroom as ordered. I removed the silver metallic bow and wrappings from the box and found an expensive, elegant dress made of an unusual shimmery silver fabric. A sheet of plain white stationary written in Philip Habit’s recognizable shaded blue script lay on top of the dress. It read: The heat you radiated when we last met melted my mirror. I had it made into a dress just for you, cut to accentuate your figure so that when you melt into it, you lose yourself into the pool of  liquid mirror. Step into the Looking Glass Sink deep within its pool and straddle dimensions in time. I’ll see you there… along with my friends. It was signed: “Passionately, Phil Habib,” with his name written upside down under a line as though it were a mirror reflection. Houston knew there would be a note, and ordered “Let me see your note,” snatching it from my hands. He gestured toward the dress. “Go ahead and try it on while I read this note. Now let’s see, what does it say? ‘Come to Poppa’?” I took the dress from the box. It did not feel like anything I’d ever felt before. It was cold like satin, but thin like silk. I started crying quietly, afraid that Habib would somehow show up if I had it on. “Put it on and I’ll zip you in,” Houston said as he took another note from his wallet and read it as I undressed: There’s a pair of magic shoes to wear with your dress, Something in-lightening, to transport you faster than the ol’ ruby slippers (Oz) The shoes, like the dress, are made just for you, and when you wear them you’ll be fit for a King, I’ll send them for you at the appropriate lime. Houston tucked the note back in his wallet, “See. You’re not going anywhere now. You’ll meet him at the White House when you have shoes to wear with it. Just slip it on.” I did.

Houston accessed Habib’s Wonderland brutal sex programming for his own gratification. Afterwards I hung the dress in Kelly’s closet with my other trigger-significant clothes; out of sight, out of mind. Until the shoes arrived…Habib “sent the shoes for me” soon afterward. They were shiny black with what appeared to be silver lightning bolts down the high heels and sides. In place of dinner that night, Houston gave me a “Wonderland Wafer” (MDHMAXTC CIA designer drug “Ecstasy”).The wafer, like all those supplied by Habib, bore his trademark that read “Eat me”. I began to prepare for the night out as instructed. Houston zipped me into the dress, and turned me to face the mirror. As I slipped into the shoes, Houston took another note from Habib out of his pocket and read: Something in-lightening to transport you faster than the ol’ ruby slippers. Click your heels together (I obeyed) and be there in a snap. Electrifying-with the rumble of thunder. Boiling through time so you won’t be late for a very important date. Houston hit me with his stun gun and I passed out.

He then drove me to the Nashville airport where I boarded a small plane to Washington, D.C. I found myself at the White House with Byrd, attending another small cocktail party of about 20-30 people. After we spoke with Reagan, Byrd pointed me in the direction of Philip Habib and sent me over to him. My eyes were locked on Habib’s as he hypnotically said: Melt into your melted mirror for an electrifying ride. Look deep into the black of my melting mirror eyes,See you reflecting me, reflecting you, reflecting me–you-me–you-me until we melt together and sink deep into the other side. Habib took me to a quieter spot in an adjoining room and held up another wonderland Wafer as he said in Alice in Wonderland cryptic, “Welcome to Wonderland, Kitten. This is a very important date. I haven’t time to explain. He gave me the wafer and continued, “Eat it, and I’ll take you through the door.” Habib took me by the hand and led me to the doorway of another room. It was a dining room of sorts where an informal array of guests was gathered. As soon as Habib appeared in the doorway, King Fahd of Saudi Arabia quickly excused himself from the table and approached. He was wearing a multicolored robe and headwear with a black-brown rope band. I was instantly repulsed by his “wicked” lecherous gaze; I stepped back into the other room in fear. Habib introduced him. “This is one of ‘my friends’ I mentioned in my letter.” I robotically responded, “It’s a pleasure to meet you” and extended my hand as taught in Charm School.

Fahd bent over to kiss my hand. As he did, his evil black eyes bore into mine as he softly said, “Your beauty warms my embers. See them glowing deep within the darkness of my eyes-igniting into flame-black flame.” He laughed wickedly at the effect of his use of NASA hypnotic conditioning, Habib slapped him on the shoulder as though they knew each other well and there were no formalities between them and asked, “Am I right? Is that fit for a King?”‘ The three of us went into another room that appeared to be a guest bedroom that Habib was occupying. He closed the door and told me, “Diplomatic relations are very important. You know the old saying ‘when in Rome do as Romans do’. Well, he’s a King. Get on your knees. His wish is your command. Satisfy his deepest wishes. It’s your turn for a magic carpet ride, so turn your Genie free.” Fahd was sitting in a chair by a coffee table. As I knelt on the carpet in front of him, his piercing black eyes seemed to stab into my brain like swords. I could not turn away. He stroked my neck with his index finger, activating oral sex programming. “I have heard about you and am in-tent on having you.” Somehow he found the slit in his robes and parted it as he continued, “Come into my tent- A feast has been spread for you.” He spread his legs and exposed his penis—one of the nastiest I had ever seen—like a black night crawler worm that smelled and tasted strongly of spice.

Habib watched as I carried out my orders, much to the pleasure of Fahd. Then Habib went to the chest of drawers and began pulling out his electric prod and bondage equipment as he explained. “Now let me introduce you to my other ‘friend’. I need to bottle up a message with your Genie and send it out toSea. You know what to do. Begin undressing now.” I did as I was told and lay on my stomach on the bed while Habib sodomized me. He used his electric prod equipment and programmed me with a message to deliver to General Manuel Noriega while on an upcoming NCL cruise.

I was at sea on board an NCL cruise ship bound for their private island in the Bahamas, Stirrup Cay, which was to be my rendezvous point with Noriega, “Bottled up” in my mind through the recent ‘Genie in the Bottle’ programming, was a cryptic message from King Fahd to Noriega. It was a moonless night whereby the Caribbean waters appeared as black as the night. I could not distinguish the sky from the sea in accordance with NASA hypnotic conditioning. T gazed, totally entranced, from the rear of the cruise ship. Houston used the opportunity to hypnotically enhance Habib’s previous programming, while traumatizing me with the threat of being thrown overboard. The thought of “treading water in the inky blackness while the lights of the ship fade further-and further–away-until all is black and I sink-to the depths of the sea” did not seem so horrible in light of the fact that I was to be the bearer of bad news to Noriega in the morning…”

=========================================Cathy O’Brien



 Thanks For The Memories – Brice Taylor

“George HW Bush, Sr.  was /is a pedophile and Kelly [Brice’s underage daughter] was created to be a “bush baby”…It was difficult to carry on small talk with Mrs Bush while my child was being raped.”

This freak pimped his own five year old daughter to the team

How The Dodgers Won Big On The Diamond


Of course he was also responsible for the genocide of 200,000 Mayan indians in Guatemala, by his ally Israeli general Rios Monte.

Paul Craig “Washington” Roberts was part of his administration. Quite a few “alternative” sites still quote Roberts as some kind of political guru. Yeah that is the ticket.

Bubba Paul Craig

You can see the hidden hand from his website. He is probably a Stalin/Washington fan.


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ITK7: Bob Hope was a foreign agent of the British Empire (British Knight; MI6) and Papal Knight (servant of the Jesuits Black Pope & Papacy); This degenerate pedophile was completely above ANY U.S. law or Constitutionality w/ full diplomatic immunity and afforded full military attache; Bob Hope was virtually untouchable w/ above top secret security clearances. This gave him perfect cover to shuttle Monarch Slaves from base to base, nation to nation, under full military escort with little or no interference from domestic or foreign press, since all U.S.O. activity is under aegis of National Security Agency (NSA) & Dept. of Defense (DOD). Far beyond an ambassador, Bob Hope operated above State Department levels, having direct access to the Dir. of CIA (DCI), Pentagon, White House & POTUS. Six civilian orgs combined to produce this traveling horror show: Salvation Army, YMCA, YWCA, Natl Catholic Comm. Service, Natl. Travelers Aid Assoc. & Natl. Jewish Welfare Board — Zionists, Jesuits, SMOM Knights, Masons, Rosicrucians, pedophiles and satanists united! 1st national campaign Chrmn was Thomas Dewey, second was GMT financier Prescott Bush (Managing Dir. Brown Bros. Harriman (BBH)  Bob Hope was a sadistic Monarch Mind Control Prog’mr who worked hand-in-hand w/ Heinz (Henry) Kissinger to procure children for high level pedophiles, for blackmail of military-gov’t officials and others, as performers in black market porn (bestiality, necrophilia, snuff films etc.) Hope played host to private orgies w/military and political leadership, Hollywood/Music Industry execs — ALWAYS involving children along w/rampant drug use, facilitating torture (rape, sodomy) and other heinous acts. Bob Hope (MI6 agent/Papal Knight) & Henry Kissinger (American diplomat/MK-Ultra Prog’mr) SPLITTING A CHILD’S BRAIN TO SHARE…A BRAIN PROGRAMMED W/NATIONAL SECURITY CODED INTEL (MIND FILES)…”

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