I was brought into the “program,” known alternatively as MK-ULTRA and PROJECT MONARCH, in 1974 or 1975. I was a five-year-old in a Montessori kindergarten, near New York City, and I had been already identified as a genius. The teachers told my parents I could get a doctorate by age sixteen, but my parents wanted me to have a normal childhood.

Among other things, the school had a one-way-glass window overlooking the single classroom. From the observation area, people could watch us, but we, the children, could only see our reflections. I remember pressing my face to the mirror, trying to see what was on the other side. If I cupped my hands around my eyes, to shield the light, I could see a little into the observation room, but probably all the other students never knew we were being watched.

One day, I was taken aside to meet a male visitor in the other room, and I was told he was an important person. He showed me how to masturbate, putting his hand above mine as he made me stroke the tip of my penis. Later he played me “Fool on the Hill,” by the Beatles, on a record-player, telling me that I was different from other people, like him, and like the fool in the song. I became very upset by what I then perceived as the disturbing ideas and music, especially “nobody likes him” combined with my abuser’s statement that I was the fool. (And for years, I just didn’t like the song). There was also a typical MK-ULTRA discourse, with us going back and forth about who was the fool in the song. In retrospect, I am certain that this programmer, who sexually abused me, also hypnotized me so that I forgot what he did. It took me forty years to recover the memories. Even then, they were “nested” in a typical hypnotic technique, so that I remembered our discussion about “Fool on the Hill” years before I recovered the memories of sexual abuse.

Two years after my abuse, and this encounter with my programmer, when I was seven years old, in 1977, I began to masturbate. I had no memory of sexual abuse, or even idea of sex, but I handled my penis in the inept way I had been shown, reaching orgasm without ejaculation. I did this on a regular basis until I reached sexual maturity at age eleven, and I continued thereafter. I have never had a wet dream, or nocturnal emission, in my life, due to my addiction to masturbation.

When I turned eleven, in the summer of 1980, I travelled to England with my family, and there was a further encounter, among others, with other MK-ULTRA controllers from the Tavistock Institute. Among other fragmentary memories, including the sexual abuse of friends and family members, I remember a female voice saying, “We’ve got to give him something” and a male voice asking, “What do you like, boy?” I had seen exactly one Playboy magazine at the time, so I mentioned Terry Nihen, who had a phone cord across her privates in her pictorial.

My controllers cued onto bondage, and they began to put pornography in my way. On the way to France, I remember seeing a pulp fiction paperback, whose cover caught my eye. It was about a sex criminal who held a woman captive in her bedroom all night, as he had his way with her, and I became incredibly turned on at the sight of it. Then, in France, there was a postcard of a naked woman in a fishing net. When I returned to America, there was a Penthouse magazine pictorial of Diane Jamison, a black-haired beauty, with a strap on her privates, easy to grab, which presented itself through a schoolmate. He gave it to me, but I later threw it away. Then, the same magazine came back, less than a year later, through the next door neighbor, another boy, and I bought it from him. Absolutely no other pornography presented itself in this time, but two copies of the exact same Penthouse magazine, with its bondage suggestion, found their way into my hands.

What are the odds of that? Let’s say there were roughly two back years of Penthouse and Playboy magazines knocking about, which might have found their way into a teenager’s hands. That is 2 (magazines) x 12 (centerfolds), which equals 24. So the odds of running into Diane Jamison, with her bondage-looking jockstrap, are 1 in 24. No big deal. I had to find some picture of a naked woman. But the odds of me running into her, and only her, twice in less than two years, are 1/24 times 1/24. That is 1 in 576.

Aside from being naked, in light bondage gear, Diane Jamison had dark brown hair and blue eyes, and MK-ULTRA had been pushing Wonder Woman for some time—who likewise carries a lasso and has black hair and blue eyes. They tell me she was invented by a psychologist….

My neighbor down the street, another genius, a girl my age, a friend and schoolmate, used to watch “Wonder Woman” on t.v. all the time. She wanted to watch it with me, but I refused, thinking of it as a “girl show.” Of course, she had brown hair, too, and I remember one instance where she and I played “doctor” together. Despite the enemy’s plan, I never hurt her, or any other woman, but I tended to be rough and tumble, and my playmate tended to cry a lot. They were setting us up for sexual assault.

Still, even in hypnotic sleep, I resisted rape, but I continued to find myself drawn to women with black or dark brown hair and blue eyes. There were two other beautiful Playboy playmates, who still hold allure for me—Alana Soares, Miss March 1983, and Patty Duffek, Miss May 1984. And, of course, my mother had black hair, and the neighbor mother, whose son sold me the copy of Penthouse, was a sexy woman with black hair and blue eyes. That is a rare combination.

All the while, my father worked for E.I. DuPont de Nemours, and his boss was a man who graduated from the Wharton Business School—both centers of mind control. In 1986, my dad was doing business in Zimbabwe, among other places, and he brought a purportedly Rhodesian man to our house for lunch. This scum identified himself as “Rick Creole,” and he claimed to have been a colonel in the Rhodesian Bush War. He was traveling with his blonde-haired and blue-eyed wife, very beautiful, and two children, allegedly his. One was a fourteen-year-old girl, also very beautiful. Although it was August, the teenage girl was supposedly down with the flu, so she sat in a daze on our sofa the whole day, never saying a word. In retrospect, I am sure that she was being hypnotized and sexually abused by the scum who called himself her father. He almost certainly sold her into slavery later on his trip to the United States.

During his visit, Rick Creole “fixed” my father’s drink, putting him out, and he put a lighter drug in the ice tea pitcher from which we all drank. He injected me with a drug I believe to have been sodium pentathol, and he hypnotized me. He had me masturbate to my pictures of Patty Duffek, telling me that she was Wonder Woman, and I should fantasize about raping her. I remembered none of this until thirty years later—remembering, if at all, only nested exterior memories of the Creoles’ visit to our house.

For about ten years, I continued to think of Rick Creole as a family friend, and I kept his telephone number. There were some hypnotic sessions on the telephone; but, to make a long story short, I kept him and the rape fantasies at bay for another ten years. Even when people are “asleep,” if they have a strong sense of self, they can fight evil hypnotic suggestions.

With the help of his blonde accomplice, Margaret, Rick Creole hit me hard again from 1996 to 1998, giving me hypnotic suggestions that I would only have sex with imaginary women and that I would rape Wonder Woman. And, in 1998, I finally went on the internet, at age 29, and immediately I found myself drawn to pornography about raping Wonder Woman and Lara Croft, whom I had never heard of until that time.

At the same time, I briefly dated a woman with black hair and blue eyes, whom I met when she knocked on the door of my house. That fall, my date went to a costume party dressed as Lara Croft, although she had originally planned to go as Wonder Woman. I am sure that she was also mind-controlled under MK-ULTRA or PROJECT MONARCH. We went out briefly, our programmers tried to introduce tension between us, and I remember kissing her but with my body frozen. Later I understood that I had been given a hypnotic command to rape her, which I refused. That’s why my body froze when we made out, above the neck.

For years afterward, I indulged in rape fantasies, and I masturbated to pornography on the internet. I never looked at anything illegal. On the contrary, my focus was on comic strips involving the rape of superheroines, especially Wonder Woman and Lara Croft. No one was getting hurt, and I went deeper into these fantasies, fueled by marijuana and alcohol. Over time, my hypnotic programmers and self-styled “controllers” pushed me into actual pornographic videos, of rougher and rougher sex, to which I masturbated.

Meanwhile, I continued to receive obscene suggestions regarding actual women, whom I encountered in my everyday life. I was “asleep” or unaware of the voice-to-skull, or V2K, transmissions, so I just became increasingly uncomfortable having any sexual desire toward a flesh-and-blood woman. My sexual desire went to fantasy rape on the internet, but I felt awkward or just empty with respect to actual women. I would not, and I will not, commit rape—nor will I allow a rapist hypnotic controller to interfere with my normal interactions and relationships with women. Today, now that I am awake, that means something different; but, when I was asleep, it turned into no sexual intercourse for years. There are many intelligent people who are involuntarily chaste, and they are all unwitting victims of “the program.”

A couple years ago, shortly before I awoke, my self-styled controller or programmer told me, “It’s about breeding. People like you teach your children to fight. We can’t have that.” That says it all.

Since then, I have woken up. I have recovered forty years of repressed memories of mind control, and sexual abuse, and I have begun to fight.

They continue to push me hard with V2K toward pornography and rape fantasies, still hoping, unrealistically, that I will actually rape someone. And they continually interfere with my relationships with actual women. Every woman I have ever dated has been raped by them, and they have used drugs, electroshock, and hypnosis–not to mention trauma–to repress these women’s memories of abuse.

I will never give in, and I will fight them until the day I die. I will never rape anyone, I would fight to the death to defend any woman, and I will continue to seek normal and healthy relationships with members of the opposite sex. I am forty-eight years old, strong, fit, healthy, intelligent, fun, and kind. I have been lucky to have six sexual partners and one healthy daughter. (She has been sexually abused under PROJECT MONARCH, but she has no memory due to trauma, drugs, and electroshock). I have never been married, but I am still determined to find a serious girlfriend or a wife. The enemy, for sick reasons of their own, is determined to stop me.

I can tell you that pornography is not good. They use it, and they study our online habits. Masturbation isn’t good either. They want us to be isolated, to jerk off on the internet, and to avoid relationships with others. Alternatively, they want to use pornographic fantasies to poison people’s sexual relationships. They seek to introduce sexual perversion in healthy people, and they want to stop healthy people from raising healthy children.  They want to blackmail victims and to bring people into sexual slavery.

This is our enemy. They are the Illuminati, and they use the CIA, MI5, BND, Swiss “Intelligence” and Mossad.

The program used to be called MK-ULTRA, but now it’s PROJECT MONARCH.

Fight it with everything you have. Avoid pornography, or anything sexual on the internet. Recognize perversion and selfishness as qualities the enemy introduces. Most of all, seek healthy relationships.

Get out there and date–or if you have a loved one, stay loyal. These scum hate that!


Spirituality is very important in our fight.

We’re dealing with satanists after all, and they hate it when you go to church.

That said, they love the Roman Catholic church. Look at the child molestation and the associated cover-up, which depends on a hierarchal structure. It’s a place where the priest tells you what to do and what to believe, and you are not allowed to question him. And I do mean him because they won’t let women in their clergy. Being anti-woman is a big part of being Illuminati. So is having lots of money and a hierarchical structure. The Vatican meets all three requirements.

Now, of course, there are truly good people who are Roman Catholic, just as there are good people who are bankers, and I sincerely hope that I have not offended anyone of good will. But, just as with the banks, the Illuminati have made unbelievable gains within the Roman Catholic church. And there’s something funny going on with Pope Benedict’s resignation. But if Roman Catholicism works for you, and it helps you to be a good person, and it can, then God bless you, and please stay on your path, as I know you will. Just be careful.

But, anyway, why do the Illuminati hate spirituality so much? Granted, they hate everything, but they seem especially bothered by spirituality. Once, in a hypnotic session, when I was drugged and tied to a chair, Jesus, St. Michael the Archangel, and Al Hallaj came up. (That can happen when you’re facing death). One of my programmers said, “I can’t do anything with any of this….” Now, that’s what I like to hear.

Spirituality—whether it’s based in Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Taoism, Buddhism, or just connection with God, nature, and other humans—helps people in many ways.

Spirituality gives you a sense that you are more than just your body, and you’re going to need that because they will threaten and hurt your body in many ways. They may even kill you, and they will certainly threaten to kill you. But if you’re not afraid of death, they won’t be able to use these kinds of threats. They just won’t work.

Spirituality also gives you a sense that there is something higher than you. Not some bullshit authority that you’re scared of, or that you want to kiss up to, but something truly higher that you wish to serve with all your being. Something to live up to—like a loved one’s smile, an admired person’s example, or someone you would never let down. These are things the enemy will never have, and they hate it.

It’s also true that prayer works. Calling on the aid of heavenly forces can be inspirational, and they just might actually help you. As another of my programmers once said of me, “He believes that a mysterious force is helping him. And the funny thing is…a mysterious force actually seems to be helping him.” Even the program used to have a theta wing….

Spirituality also has a psychological aspect. There’s a lot of wisdom in the Gospels, the Upanishads, the Sutras, the Tao Te Ching, the poetry of Rumi, and other spiritual sources. Part of my background has been in the Gurdjieff work, otherwise known as the Fourth Way. I’ve worked with the Gurdjieff Foundation, with students of J.G. Bennett, and others. George Gurdjieff fought the Illuminati his whole life, and I can’t tell you how hard my programmers have worked to keep me away from his teachings—whether it was actually making me forget that I had read a book, or finding ways to separate me from a teacher, or whatever. Maurice Nicoll’s Psychological Commentaries on the Teachings of Gurdjieff and Ouspensky is really useful. So is P.D. Ouspensky’s In Search of the Miraculous. You can find both online. Among other things, these books contain the extremely useful idea that one should not say “I” to everything—that just because you hear words in your head, or experience sensations in your body, it doesn’t mean you have to go along with them. A lot of my so-called internal life is not me—it’s V2K broadcast, or another form of mind control, or these scum using directed energy weapons or hypnosis to mess with my body. The Gospels call it demonic possession. That can be a helpful concept, because I am under attack, and I must not see these things as myself. There’s a lot here; but, in short, the psychological aspects of spirituality—of how to be a good person—can really help.

Finally, there’s spiritual community. The Illuminati want to isolate us, but they can’t do it when we’re part of a spiritual family who are actively working to serve the Higher Powers, to make the Earth a better place, to help others, and to become better people themselves. It’s good to break bread with people, whether it’s at a spaghetti supper, an ice cream social, or a church fair or service project. As my minister, Elizabeth, says, “We all eat one bread; and we drink from one cup.” It means a lot to me when Elizabeth or a fellow congregant gives me a hug and asks about my daughter. In any true spiritual community, you will find good people who really make an effort to be kind.

Now, of course, the enemy will try to turn this around, but they will have their work cut out for them. They might try to promote spiritual pride, or judgement, or otherwise get in the way. I can’t tell you how many times one of these jerk-offs has used V2K to tell me that the Jews killed Jesus or that Christ died for me and I should feel guilty. Then there are the times one of them has said something like “This is the Voice of your Conscience” or “This is St. Michael talking to you….” It makes me laugh. God doesn’t broadcast words into people’s heads. Leave that to the idiots at CIA, MI5, and Raytheon Corporation….

Take it from me: spirituality helps.



I am a college professor, lawyer, and father who is being subjected to a campaign of electronic harassment and sexual assault under PROJECT MONARCH f/k/a MK-ULTRA.

This includes ongoing voice-to-skull, dream manipulation, sleep deprivation, hypnosis, and other attacks. Immediate physical attacks have included one incident where I was drugged and taken from a local bar to a safe house, which I can identify, and another in which I was sexually assaulted in my own home. My memory was wiped by a combination of hypnosis, drugs, and electro-shock; but I have subsequently recovered the memories.

Although there were earlier chapters, my story clearly began in 1986, when a man from Zimbabwe, formerly Rhodesia, came to our house, along with my father’s boss, who studied at the Wharton School of Business and who worked at E.I. DuPont de Nemours. I was drugged and hypnotized, and I was given the “suggestion” to have sexual fantasies about raping WonderWoman. Throughout my life, several women with blue eyes and black hair would appear, apparently in my controllers’ hope that I would rape one of them and become subject to blackmail and extortion.

My mother was raped in front of me during one “session” and I have been forced to witness the rape of multiple friends and loved ones by V2K and related technologies. Rape doesn’t begin to cover it for, as one survivor said, “This isn’t even rape.” People have had pets killed in front of them, been raped by dogs, had their faces and privates cut with knives, and been smeared with feces. For some incomprehensible reason, my tormentors continue to think this will turn me on; but I find it only repulsive, as I invariably identify with the survivors of these assaults. The survivors themselves do not remember what has been done to them, as I formerly did not, so it is futile, counterproductive, or even dangerous to try to let them know of their abuse. Resistance is strongly programmed into subjects, in connection with hypnotic aversions; and people are given gamma and omega programming in case they “wake up.”

There were also attempts to program racism into me, particularly in connection with South Africa, where my father did business, and later my controllers tried to use Rhodesia as a trigger. I was told during one hypnotic session, which I later recovered, that “Rick Creole,” the name that my 1986 programmer used, would “put Rhodesia in the newspapers.”

One year later, on my daughter’s birthday, I was awakened from my bed, put in a hypnotic trance, and shown an article about a mass shooting that occurred that day in a church in Charleston, South Carolina, by Dylan Roof, who was wearing a Rhodesian flag on his jacket—a fact noted by commentators. That night I was introduced to a woman who was referred to as a “grande dame,” I was forcibly sodomized, and my eleven-year-old daughter was sexually assaulted when a fishhook was inserted into her privates. I forgot the memory, but for better or worse, I have since recovered it.

I have approached local authorities, as well as the FBI, but to no avail. The harassment continues; and there are constant attacks on me, my friends, and my family.

I can tell you that the perpetrators always lie and there is no reasoning with them. As one of my programmers once said, “He still thinks he can make a deal….” But now I know that I cannot. The enemy is insane, they seek to destroy everything in sight, and they cannot see their own interest. Most of them are poorly educated and unintelligent losers, and all are traitors and sex criminals.

I can also say that they work not only in teams but in pairs of men and women. It may be different for others, but the times they have “gotten into me”—i.e. been successful in laying in an otherwise repugnant suggestion—it has been because I ran, under trauma, to an apparently sympathetic woman controller.

That said, they are deeply anti-woman, anti-child, and just plain anti-human.

There is no option but to fight them, and this website is my way of fighting back.

V2K – Voice To Skull

Remember the Gilligan’s Island episode where Gilligan could pick up radio signals from the fillings in his teeth? That is happening all the time.

Voice To Skull makes it all possible.  Once the program entirely face-to-face; but, now, thanks to the wonders of modern technology, there is the potential for constant harassment.   Our enemies call it “artificial telepathy” or “AT.”

The technology is similar to your cell phone.  Satellites link the sender and the receiver.  A computer “multiplexer” routes the voice signal of the sender through microwave towers to a very specifically defined location or cell.  That’s your brain.

Out of nowhere, a voice suddenly blooms in the mind of the target. The human skull has no “firewall” and therefore cannot shut the voice out.

If you have an implant or possibly nanobots, then the sender can also hear your verbal thoughts and see mental images.

People who experience this feel raped, and I have been forced to listen to actual sexual assaults.  The assailants won’t shut up, and they defile one’s mind with the most foul and perverse language imaginable.  V2K is used to disrupt one’s sleep, to lay in hypnotic suggestions, and force one to engage in endless conversations with abusive idiots.  It is also used to send visual images and to influence dreams, much like the Prisoner episode “A, B and C.”  (See also “The General”).

“Voice of God” is what they are going for, when you start to think the voices are your own, and they will even put resistant voices in to trick you.  If you use your common sense and if you know about the technology, though, they will not succeed.

Remember they have influenced the world to think that if you hear voices in your head, or if you believe in “conspiracy theories,” you must be crazy….

Here is some excellent material on the subject:  www.eucachorg/v2k_voice_to_skull.html


Morale is extremely important in our fight.

We can’t spend all our time reacting to subhuman scum and the evil they cause. If we do, we end up dancing to their tune. In the words of Shakespeare’s Coriolanus, there is a world elsewhere!

This means spending time doing things you love. It might be playing sports, going outside, cooking food, making or listening to music, or whatever. Use as little technology as possible, because the enemy will work constantly through technology and the media.

Spend time with family, friends, and pets. Except for the pets, they will all be mind-controlled, in one way or another, but there is good inside them. In the end, mind control does not work, and others need you as much as you need them. Do not isolate yourself!

Take care of your body. Exercise is very important. So is sleep. To avoid depression, I highly recommend 5-HTP (griffonia seed). It is safe, and you can buy it in your local health food store. The body converts it to serotonin, a mood booster, which is depleted by stress, and it really helps.

They hate it when you have good clean fun. Along with healthy relationships, it’s something they will never have.

Keep your spirits up!