"I'm a little Rusty!"
"If I only had a hard on!"
"Do you think the Wizard would give me a hard on? That didn't
sound right did it... I'm not...you know...like that... I don't... think...
I am... anyway...never tried it...not that there is anything wrong with it."
"We're an Oz couple aren't we...heh...heh..."
"I think you need to oil my hips..."
Ahhhh Geno... Shall we venture down the yellow brick road of MK Ultra mind control? There is a vast volume of research out in cyberspace about how the Wizard of Oz is a film mad psychologists have used for mind control experimentation on victims of a science very few know about.
It is in fact a subject that is horrifying and abhorrent and yet unbelievably fascinating. Ever wonder why so many Hollywood stars seem genuinely whack?
I remember in the 1960s when we had a black and white TV. Our neighbor across the street had a color TV and allowed my 5 older sisters and I to come across the street and take over their family room to watch the wonderful technicolor surreal world of Oz.
This man across the street was German, and it would be wrong to jump to unfounded conclusions about that but as I have pondered some rather strange things in my life, I have begun to wonder about whether I was somehow subject to a lesser degree of experimentation as a child.
There are things that make me truly wonder, and the more I learn about the Nazi Eugenics programs that found their way to America after World War II and have been studying some of the methodology, I can't help but shake my head in wonder.
I cannot prove anything but I could lay a ton of odd circumstantial evidence out and even pose a hypothetical theory as to what may have happened. And though my parents are gone, my sisters, I am pretty sure would declare the notion delusional.
However one would need to first know what it was like to be me and the strange things that happened, and secondly they would have to have studied the subject. It is truly Alice in Wonderland, down the rabbit hole, through the looking glass-- when one starts to see that those books, Lewis Carrol, Frank Baum, Grimms Fairy Tales, Beatles music, German Jewish psychological experiments, Tavistock, Alister Crowley, and inexplicable weirdness that seemed to haunt me growing up in the 60s as a child.
One would need to know that hospitals participate in these experiments without parents knowing. One would have to know some families are subject to "handlers" who quite literally handle them for generations. I have always been suspicious of two people in our lives, a German Jewish Doctor and another woman who we called an Aunt who really wasn't an Aunt -- who would come to visit my mother.
I remember how my mother would tell her everything about the family as they sat at the kitchen table.
I really must have been in some sort of autistic netherworld for about the first 4 years of my life because there were two instances that seemed to somehow snap me into a more intune realization of my surroundings. I remember my Grandmother visiting. My mother's mother had this big booming voice and laugh and she was laughing at how I pretended to drive a car. I drove, in an upright walking position, hands on a steering wheel. She asked me "where I was going?" I said, "I am going to Topps!" And her booming laughter seemed to snap me out of my fantasy world. It registered at that moment someone was laughing at me, perhaps with me, but at that moment I stopped driving an imaginary car to the department store Topps.
I mean quite literally I feel like I had been in a trance. I was snapped out of it at that moment. Apparently I had been driving that imaginary car to Topps for quite sometime and it took Gramma's booming laughter to break the spell.
I remember around the same time the German Jewish woman coming to see Mom, and her bringing me a huge blow up cow. And when she left, she took it with her. I couldn't believe someone was giving me a gift and taking it back an hour later. This may have not been the beginning of this ritual, for I found toys in an attic I didn't remember ever getting, but this seems to be the first time it struck me as odd.
This is positively the last straw.. I said the wizard would give you a brain...
not that I would give you head...
After that, through my childhood years the ritual seemed the same. I would take a bath in the evening, and about 8:30 at night, dressed in my Pajamas come out to the living room, or perhaps be woken from bed, and there would be a really cool toy. The toy presented to me briefly would be gone by the next morning.
I remember a bike that came and went, these really cool monster magazines, this huge array of soldiers and tanks with blood painted on them, both from the German across the street, and one time this really cool brief case with a toy gun that shot out the side of the briefcase. There were other toys as well.
My theory on this is perhaps my parents were given some money to participate in a study. I can easily see them needing the money and thinking that this was a small and not horribly torturous ritual that I would get over for enough money to, who knows, pay a couple months rent or mortgage. I don't know, it is again, speculation.
The theory is that this long time experiment is to gage what happens to a kid who constantly has stuff given to him and then taken away. Relative deprivation is something the Elite have always been interested in and funding studies with the goal of a world where people have few possessions, no property, and answer to the state. One should look into the Communist Manifesto, the Protocols of Zion, Pavlovian and Skinner behavioral psychology, Eugenics and more. The subject is huge. I will find some passages to add to this later.
But what was the result of such an experiment if indeed it was. Certainly it made little sense otherwise. The result was me. I cannot hold onto anything. The second I acquire anything, cars, apartments, girlfriends, guitars, possessions of any kind, I end up giving them away, losing them, selling them, pawning them and starting all over again. An endless cycle of returning to a state of homelessness with barely the clothes on my back.
secondly, the bus is coming and third... You are an organ donor
right? I'm sure your liver and kidneys are worthless but there
must be something worth saving... and oh yeah... Your agent called...
They gave the part to that down syndrome guy...
The other very weird thing about me, as you will come to know is my considerable imagination and talents in the arts, drawing, writing, acting, singing, dancing, music... I never needed possessions or toys to entertain myself. My mind created an imaginary world. TV and movies started the story and I would lay in bed and continue the story with me in the lead. I was a romantic by 5 years old as I plugged girls from my Kindergarten classes into the roles in my mind and I would be the cowboy or soldier who saved them. I had friends who were in awe of these games I would concoct, movies without a camera. Some friends I knew would follow and participate and others I knew would balk at the nuttyness.
I remember teachers amazed at the 12 page stories I would turn in and they would say I should write for TV one day. They would read them to the class and the class would roll with laughter. When I cartooned the class would crowd around my desk.
You've got some nerve...
I remember I was really shy about accepting invitations to go to kids houses after school. I was invited often and my mom would ask me and I would with fear decline. It wasn't until 4th grade I finally said yes. These boys played football -- not pretend movie acting.
Once I finally got over my fear and joined in, surprisingly I discovered I was a good athlete. I was very fast, could catch the ball and I had an incredible sense of balance. No one could tackle me and I could always slip free by moving a muscle one way then slipping quickly out the other. From then on I became part of the in crowd of the best athletes in school. I was cute and the girls liked me.
But there was always something different about me. I was the class clown. I entertained. I sucked up all the comedy of Bing and Bob, Jerry Lewis, Dick Van Dyke, the impressionists, Rich Little, Frank Gorshin...
My entire family was talented and creative. My father incredibly witty, my mother a singer and dancer, most of my sisters involved in the arts, my younger brother would follow in music.
And all of this, this strange gifted childhood and this present day research of mind control has inspired the internet video series that is presently on my youtube channel.
The audio slipped and is out of sync but I will not be fixing it any time soon. Too much else to do. But it doesn't really matter since this is mostly voice over anyway. In conclusion to this slice of my life I would like to say we have all been experimented on and we should all try and identify the things that happened to us that were purely incidental and those things that shaped us that were part of an insidious brainwashing program. And as sleazy and creepy as it may be, once you read about the studies that KINSEY was doing and some of the other Frankensteins of the 50s, 60s and 70s...
Whether you were a direct victim or an indirect victim, once identified, we should hold this warped science accountable. If we don't, our children will inherit another scar upon their minds, in addition to the scars of their parents... and the scars of a dark hypnosis whose agenda was never about wholesomeness and goodness but a strange deviation, a deviant detour from that yellow brick road. What we thought was there to spark the wonders of a child's imagination, was there to slyly lure the mind to a pre-programmed destination, somewhere over the rainbow.
Please google, The Wizard of Oz in Mind Control Programming to be stunned by the research already done on this subject.
Now I know we ain't in Kansas...
Use the pause button and read this video.