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John Stormm http://altsoldier.wikispaces.com/John+Stormm

[enhancedsoldier]

"My name is John Stormm, and I am an MK Ultra survivor. It's ironic, because survivability is what we are conditioned for, and for many of us, it makes us into the kinds of monsters that even we cannot tolerate living with or as. I can leap from a third or fourth floor window and hit the ground running from a tuck-and-roll. Knives and less than optimal gunshots will glance off my hardened skeleton. I can catch a car at thirty miles an hour and rip its doors off. Or if it's stationary, I can flip it onto its roof or keep its tires off the ground to prevent traction. I can take a 30-40 mph collision with that car without suffering any broken bones. In my heyday, I could punch 4-5 times a second and each punch capable of breaking bones, boards or bricks. I've dropped kicked ten feet off the ground and punched through security glass. In short, if I hit it, it breaks. These are things I've done consistently since before my teens. I have an IQ in excess of 160, and graduated all of my courses in the top 1% of my schools. I've had concrete broken over my chest with sledge hammers, while laying on a bed of nails. I'm a highly trained ninja and a master martial artist and very, very hard to kill.

In the summer of 1953, I was one of the first batches of infants to be inducted into the MK Ultra program. I was subjected to many, many torturous physical, mental, genetic, psychological and chemical conditionings, designed to make me into an unstoppable hunter/seeker/assassin. A master of what the CIA used to refer to as "the happy accident". An untraceable stealth weapon capable fracturing skulls, necks, spines, ribs or whatever and in a split second, leaving a corpse that can be easily set up to appear as a car wreck or household accident that leaves no embarrassing fingers pointed or homicide investigations.

In the late 1960s, I was trained and used as a remote viewer in an MK Talent portion of the program, and by 1970, I had taken on some of my first combat roles taking and terrorizing my victims from the Cambodian side of the Ho Chi Minh trail, making them disappear and die silently in the jungle shadows as they crossed over to avoid US troops. I trained Khmer freedom fighters in stealth tactics to facilitate them equipping themselves from the weapons and stockpiles of the Khmer Rouge, just prior to the US bombings of Battambong. I became "problematic" as an MK unit as my cooperation as a killer was dependent upon me believing it was always for the greater good. I was pulled and given the option to join up as a "contractor" with the DEA and other alphabet agencies in hunting down drug lords and other such monsters in Central America. My unit was designated as "Disney Toons" and my call sign was: "Thumper", probably for my machinegun punching style.

Usually, there was a "clean up squad", "janitors", "cleaning ladies", among our favorite tags, that came into our missions afterwards to remove or set up evidence, pay bribes or whatever to make our work look like the actions of rival gangs or such to give our government its plausible deniability. After all: Our President claimed we never used "assassins", and that we also had no people in Laos or Cambodia before that. I am the man that never was. It was nearly 15 years later when I learned that those spooks weren't burning the drugs that were left after our incursions. But they were packaging them up and flying them into the US in CIA planes to sell in American ghettos. By then, I had completely broken with my programming. I had learned by my experience: That it all wasn't a matter of "good guys vs. bad guys", but that of "bad guys vs. worse guys", and I was working for the worst guys. I had no conflict with taking out the world's monsters, until I woke up to that fact that I was a product of the world's worst monster makers. I'm still fully inclined to kill "monsters", but for some time now, that makes my handlers pause and stay out of sight and out of reach to keep vertical.

With well over 140 different programs under the MK Ultra umbrella, there are many aspects we have in common.

First: Is the ritual abuse, abusive families and constant terrorizing us as children. This tends to make us very nervous and hyperactive. Many times, observers would describe me as very quick, birdlike movements. As if my adrenalin glands were stuck at full throttle, all of the time. This increased our speed, strength and reflex actions by multiple factors.

Secondly was dislocating and micro fracturing our bones (Google: "Wolf's Law"), making them harder, denser and stronger to further protect our organs, making us more survivable to knives and bullets. Also preparing our skeletons to handle the increased strength without breaking. The pain and terror of this also facilitated the first item in this list.

Thirdly was the shock treatments. There were less of these to the head, when we proved to be "talented". But if we were to be made physically stronger, we'd be hooked up with pads and electrodes to each of our muscle groups and subjected to high voltage pulses, much the same as many of the "electric workout machines" on the market today (which were developed and marketed from these same experiments) but at a much higher dosage over time. This also contributed to our terror and conditioning to separate ourselves from the pains. Also making us nearly unstoppable by any normal means.

Drugs, hypnosis, sounds, flashing pictures to forcibly opened eyes also were used to condition and program us. I still feel that hypnosis cannot make someone do things they are naturally set against. But I was highly talented and they wouldn't shock my brain. Instead, it was easier to deceive me into believing I was killing somebody who was very, very bad and I had no problems with my conscience and considered that I was indeed making the world a slightly better place and sparing more "victims" grief. To their thinking, this limited my usefulness in certain scenarios.

Next were advanced martial arts training and tactics from various experts and masters. It involved nearly every weapon you can think of and a few that you can't, including some of the most unbelievably devastating "kiai's" (shouts) that have been the last sounds to violate a man's ears. In between missions, or during times when I was not amenable to some of the missions as given, I was used to share these techniques with other Ultras, Deltas, Rangers, Recons, Berets and whoever needed the extra edge. Everything in our conditioning and training was designed to take our "edge" to yet another level, to make us more efficient and survivable soldiers. We were literally driven to keep honing our edge to ultra-sharp. Failure was never an acceptable option in any mission.

There was "the chair". This was used to either implant false memories like spending your summer on a farm with your favorite uncles, while training and/or serving in a mission. And/or remove any memories in a debriefing and replace them with something a bit more innocuous. These generally fall apart with contradictory livid dreams where the imagery gets overlaid and you wake up wondering what the hell is the link between these things. Over time, the real memories seem to return... mostly.

All sorts of variations in training, drugs used, genetics, ultra-steroids, bionics, implants and more are used in many programs. But almost all of them will include much of what I've listed here" - John Stormm

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