As described in my first book, available, for free, below, I grew up in a community in which the Harrimans shaped the composition of the neighboring horse country, most of our fathers worked for DuPont, and the teacher of the A.T. Program was a former officer of the National Security Agency.
That is a small part of the area in which the largest battle of the American Revolution was fought on September 11, 1777, a time capsule was buried on September 11, 1998, and the Star of Ishtar was laid into the pavement of the neighboring town.
Kennett Square is the mushroom capital of the world, so a third demographic grows the mushroom spores that are combined with neural dust to effect the Fourth Industrial Revolution, while a fourth set of people works for Genesis in connection with the Great Reset.
Earlier, I lived in Westfield, New Jersey, where the Playmate of the Year was brainwashed at the same programming center as I, which masqueraded as a soccer camp while our cute little town covered a cesspool of satanic conspiracy.
You can read more about the worldwide satanic conspiracy, which is rooted in the underground bases and castles of New Jersey, in my third book, available, for free, below.
Like my second book, available, for free, below, my third book treats attempts to shape and control my sexuality, and that of others, as the Tavistock Institute, Army Seventh Psychological Operations Group, MI-7, and their affiliates sought to wreck our lives through the manipulation of cybernetics and mass media.
These attempts involved not only the implantation of cybernetics but also the administration of drugs, as described in hearings before the United States Congress.
The pacification of communities through the introduction of fluoride into the water system is well documented.
Less so is inducing puberty through a chemical agent, but this is exactly what happened in Unionville.
While I was taking classes from the NSA Officer, and playing on a little league team with the great-great-grandson of E.H. Harriman, and immediately after I returned from a family trip to Tavistock, every boy in my grade hit puberty at exactly the same time.
In gym class, we all showered together, which was odd in itself since none of us liked this practice, which we discontinued in high school.
In June 1981, at the end of sixth grade, only one of us had pubic hair, but less than three months later, in September, when we returned from the summer break, every single boy, except for two, had hit puberty—even though there was more than a year’s difference in our ages due to late and early birthdays.
We must have been drugged, to bring about this sudden and improbable change, across the board, but what was the delivery system?
My friend, whose father earlier served as propaganda officer, at Fort Benning, was one of the late bloomers, so I have a unique window into what might have been different in his home so that the enemy did not reach him.
This friend, whose father went on to become a bureau chief for the American Broadcasting Company (ABC), as he covered the fall of White South Africa and later the Berlin Wall, under Operation Mockingbird, had something very unusual in his house, which I never saw in the home of anyone else in the eighties.
They had a water cooler, so they did not drink water from the local aquifer.
Going not into any municipal system but straight into the natural water table, from which our house wells draw our water, the spooks must have introduced a chemical agent.
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