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[donnnoir]

MPD/DID and the Mammalian Effect...

MPD/DID and the Mammalian Effect...

Let us see who I can upset posting this.  This particular essay/post will be the last of the current series dealing with MPD/DID and the Luciferian Shadow Governments dissemination of these practices popularly referenced by its previous program title of “MK Ultra”, inclusive of its present iteration and initiatives through their titles be unknown currently.   I will be revisiting the subject material directly and tangentially again and again in my ongoing autobiographical blog and elsewhere.

For clarity it needs to be stated and recognized that true MPD/DID being defined as having compartmentalized alt personalities, is the direct product of “trauma” at the age of three.  Three is the target “initiation age” as has been prescribed by the practitioners of this ancient rite to enslave its victims.  If the initial “trauma” occurs closer to the age of four the victim develops Schizoaffective Disorder, a similar condition except the alts don’t become distinctly compartmentalized.  So the victim lives their life by a form of discordant committee where many or all the alts participate usually by screaming for attention or control.  Under standard “trauma based mind control” protocols, after the child has had their nascent ego shattered the process of victimization and torture can be reinforced or subsequent new alts created with their own unique access protocols and targeted skill sets can be created. Non specific alts, or rather non-programmed alts usually develop as part of the ongoing un-specified targeted abuse of the child.  From the time of Cain till recently if an individual made it to adulthood without suffering such “trauma” or similar horrors their “ego” and therefore sense of self would be free of these shackles and remain singular of self.  That is until recently!  During the past around twenty to twenty-five years discoveries and studies into how the brain and mind function under extreme conditions provide a key factor that has permitted those pursuing ever better ways to traumatize and torture victims for the program, the means to develop a work around to the individual's age threshold barrier.  Hopefully you are familiar with what is commonly referred to as the “Mammalian Effect”.  Google it if not.  Besides the initial calming effect; what happens to the subject if they seem to drown is that their bodies shut down, diverting all resources to keep the heart and brain alive.  Drowning victims have been pulled out of frigid waters after having been under water for an hour and successfully revived with no long term adverse effects.  There in lays the key.  You see the brain and mind don’t simply shut off non-uniformly.  Instead they shut off chronologically beginning with the subjects current age, then they go from say 32, to 31, then 30 and so on.  So if you take a free single consciousness individual and place them in a reverse therma-cline, you can regress them to the age of three.  Once they are three years of age in their mind, you stop the regression placing them in stasis.  As they are literally the age of three you induce a series of intense trauma fracturing and shattering what was previously a whole individual ego-self.  Through a series of High Tech “tricks” shall we say they create a series of compartmentalized alts to late build from to suit their agendas. I am familiar with the process because this was done to my younger brother while he was recently living in Albuquerque, New Mexico.  Via this process they for all practical purposes murdered him on the Mesas of New Mexico in the earlier part of this decade.  This applied protocol is so new it is far from perfected.  

Soooo, let the Dance begin Mother Fuckers…

[donnnoir]

Children of Thalidomide…

(formally posted as:  “WE DIDN’T START THE FIRE...”)

Thanks to songwriter and singer Mr Billy Joel.  Most of us presently should be familiar with both the lyrics and the song, despite any cheesiness; and hopefully the Larger meanings.  Our pall mall head over heels tumble through the last Century.  With Our apparent obsession towards conflict and its supreme expression in MAD.  Super powers dividing the globe while the interests and lives of different groups and various minorities were pushed aside or forgotten.  One such minority contemporaneous to us today and our recent past are the Children of Thalidomide.  That earned a notable mention in the aforementioned song.  You can Google the web for the official story. I on the other hand am familiar with an uglier history, one seldom spoken of, even by those knowledgeable on the subject.  

The Children of Thalidomide were born as malformed infants the result of the drug Thalidomide being prescribed to treat severe morning sickness.  For a statistically significant number of births the infants the drug was the proximate cause of a condition called phocomelia.  They were commonly callously referred to as “flipper” babies.  In the most severe cases they lacked arms or legs, though still possessing hands and feet, for the most part.  Generally they would also appear somewhat to severely misshapen.  The horror of the sight was more than most parents could stand.  The Government and the Good Ole Pharmaceutical Industry were there to lend humanitarian assistance.  The Drug Manufacturer accepted full responsibility proved that the parents basically signed the care and cost of providing for the Child over to the appropriate governmental agencies.  Due to their general appearance of these unfortunates, the parents were told that the child would most likely have mental issues requiring life long care and needs.  A negotiated settlement with the Government “stepping in” on behalf of the children was offered. Most distraught parents signed the care and lives of their afflicted children over to the “Oh so Clinically Professional” appearing Medical Staff.  Well the fact of the matter was / is that these children other than the deformation of their limbs and some their general physical appearance are normal mentally.  Realizing this Our Government moved them into special housing, more like warehousing. From what I have been told the largest group being housed at the Goddard Facilities outside of Houston.  There they fulfilled a great patriotic service to Our Country during the height of the “Cold War”.  

If like myself, as you were growing up, you watched those exerts from different governmental agencies, usually NASA.  Which depicted the various “X” project iterations in pursuit of developing Jet and Rocket propulsion systems that eventually took us to the moon and back.  And yes, we did go to the moon.  I will give my version of those events concerning Our exploration of the Moon, in another Posting shortly (or at least that is my intent; if I don’t get rolled up and sent to GetMo.  I am being very Serious!).  Usually these visual spectacles were of endless examples of the failed and often times explosive failures.  On those rare times that any given X-project successfully completed its assigned test.  Well hooray, the hatch would open and out would jump Bonzo (as in “Bedtime for Bonzo” the movie classic which starred future President Ronald Reagan).  Demonstrating that the engineering design of the vehicle was so simple a chimp could effectively operate it.  NOW; “come on” do you REALLY Think a multi-million dollar X-project was going to be risked on the actions of a chimpanzee or any ape.  No!  Inside each and everyone of those iterations was a Thalidomide Child or Youth. An as I was frankly told, “they were cheaper than chimpanzees as test subjects and were easier to teach”.  Subsequent to those experiments and tests these victims continued in their service to us and our country in various other programs.  Hope you remember them while you barbecue your hot-dogs and burgers this 4th of July.  Enjoy…..

[donnnoir]

Tears before their time...

(originally posted from Austin, Texas on June 16, 2019; I have edited the original to make it more readable and relevant.  The original showed obvious signs of the stress I was under at the time.  Causing me to appear “mad” shall we say.  Rather than completely re-write the piece I elected to do some deep revision and editing.  I note this as an attempt at maintaining continuity and context; should anyone have read my previous posting.  G-dspeed to thee and all of us…)

Bit by bit, I will find the means to accomplish this damnable project, my blog.  Though in all Honesty, I fear it is too little too late.  I should have been disseminating much of this information twenty plus years ago, to as wide a segment of the population as possible.   Nonetheless by the smallest of degrees the Good Lord will yet work a miracle.  But for ten righteous souls the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah would have been spared their fate.  Knowing what is to come, the pain, loss, horrors and catastrophes; over the years I have spent many nights when alone shedding tears for those I must leave behind and those whose suffering I must witness.  In the future I will not have the luxury of mourning the dead.  The Living will require every ounce of my energy and focus.  Their minds and souls will be stripped bare, constantly in a state of disbelief and overwhelmed by shock.  Left to their own, most would be in a perpetual state of shock losing all focus eventually laying down to die.  To overcome this; their minds must hear a booming series of commands, giving them purpose, focus and a direction to move.  Initially their movements will be slow and jerky constantly trying to remember what they are suppose to be doing.  This is because each of us is a composite being; constructed of a spirit, body and mind.  This composite as a whole constitutes a “soul”!  Each of the three elements is interdependent upon each other.  Our “minds” are both the most powerful and most fragile of the three.  As a consequence, when the mind becomes overloaded by any situation or circumstance, from sleep deprivation, hunger, exigent emotions and or trauma.  The quickest and at times best way to get it back to functioning properly or “rebooting” is to have one of the other two elements of our “soul” demand over-riding access to our mental operations.  For “us” fellow humans, this is usually best accomplished via requiring the overwhelmed individual to do some physical operation/action that is rote to them.  As the body’s somatic memory kicks in, it increasingly requires over-riding control of the mind thereby pushing it to function “normally”.  The military conditions a similar response into recruits.  Under stress the recruits learn to perform certain actions that their Drill Instructors bark at them.  The reasons are so that when the recruits get trapped or logger headed under fire and their minds are overwhelmed, a voice booms familiar commands.  Their bodies know the prescribed action and they do it despite the sensation they are going to be killed doing so.  Yes some are, but if they remain non-responsive they will all be killed in short order.  Thus for my part, I must always be certain and unaffected by the horrors of the deaths of family and friends.  When the living look into my eyes all that they must see is my certainty and resolve.  With the ultimate knowledge that should they waste my time and what resources the group may possess, I will callously leave them behind with less effort than I spent sending my friends or family to die, even leaving their bodies where they lay.  I must appear as heartless and cruel as the enemies we will be fighting.  It is a war that we, mankind must win!  Knowing this; having already seen and felt the loss I, we must endure.  My only recourse on nights as circumstance occasioned I should be alone was to feel and live through the loss, even for those yet unborn that will die before their time.  I swore I would never waste nor thoughtlessly shed their precious blood; instead like a miser hoarding his wealth, every iota spent must bring the most benefit to everyone, and our cause.  Always knowing that in due course even my blood will be required.  Sadly the most damaging engagements, actions and effects will come form our own, our fellow human beings.  Those that have over the years facilitated the agendas of their demonic overlords, that they now prefer to call aliens. These True Believers think in part or en mass they will escape because of the benefits afforded them by the technologies they have acquired.  That these will grant unto them the necessary advantages to go out into the Cosmos, our Multi-verse to be their own gods.  Via alteration of their genome they believe they will become something superior to being Human.  This philosophy is currently known as Trans-Humanism; it was popularly known as Eugenics during WWII.  A common and well known goal of the Nazi’s and their Human Experimentation in their death camps.  After a couple of face-lifts and attachment of a more scientific and progressive sounding name we the fourth reich have Trans-Humanism.  Because make no excuses we have wrought a fourth reich.  This courtesy in part by operation paperclip and a delusionally paranoid “military industrial complex”.  It is worse than anything mankind has presumed in epochs past.

In the here and now, I continue to be targeted by soft kill technologies that are deployed throughout the country under the guise of crowd control.  This is in conjunction to my being FOXed by elements of the Shadow Government.  This protocol includes the placing of various chemical compounds, some radioactive and poisonous substances into what I ingest, the clothes I wear and at times even aerosol applications.  Several times they gassed me with some kind of an anesthetic, presumably to dull my senses making me more compliant and or suggestible.  All required varying degrees of mental acuity and other energies to remain rationale and cognitive of my surroundings. Only by the Grace of the Divine am I still alive.  I am exhausted, but I will not lose nor capitulate.  Yeeppie all kinds of fun