If you want to control people or even just an individual, first you create a stressful environment. When someone gets stressed, they are less likely to have confidence to move forward with clarity. Once a persons confidence is shaken, there is possibility of forming a new cell in them which is easier to manipulate. This is especially true if a person is threatened with losing a member of their family or if their own life is threatened. The majority of people will stop thinking clearly, in need of direction from someone else in times of great stress. This is when they are most vulnerable to mind control. It is surprisingly easy to accomplish, especially with those who have not before experienced trauma left untreated.
If a person, particularly someone who appears to be in authority comes into a the traumatized life of someone just as they begin to process their experience, it is likely they will lean towards listening to the advice of that person. This is because they are looking for stable ground, the person in authority gives them this illusion they are back in control. By the time one realizes they have instead given over control of their life, it is too late. Actually in most cases, they will probably never realize they have done so, at least not completely.
Repetitive suggestions condition someone to accept advice they would normally not listen to. If something is repeated 10 times during a conversation, we are more likely to believe the statement by the end of the session. This is a common sales trick to get people to buy something they never wanted in the first place. If we hear one statement repeatedly over a period of time, there is a great chance we will eventually believe something which goes against our better judgement to accept. Some take longer than others, but this is how our will is broken. Anyone who has been tortured into compliance understands this concept. There is a great deal of subtlety with this method of coercion, playing on half truths, making the deception easier to accept. When you are under stress, you are less likely to focus completely on the certainty of your understanding of a situation. If we need to believe something is true to get back to a position of comfort, it is easier to accept the lies or half truths. Once we are no longer under stress, we may or may not see the truth, making the appropriate changes. So much depends on the severity of the situation, how important correcting the lies is and whether or not we want to relive the situation in order to make the corrections. In my case as a young child, locking up everything associated with the experience, good or bad was the only way to survive. Had they not brought me to my knees, forcing me to lock everything away, I feel my life would have ended at a very young age.
Facing the truth now as an adult who has gone through a wide range of life experiences, the difficulty remains high, extremely emotional and continues to rob me of my efforts to remain in a position of stability. They did a very thorough job of controlling my mind in order to make me into the person they wished for me to be. Getting where I am today was never supposed to happen, which only proves the human body, the human mind is incredible! But also, I must not sell short the immense power of love, of Spirit and the intervention of an ethereal energy greater than we (most of us anyway) can imagine.
During this false pandemic, many have been coerced into believing we were in danger, that our children were/are in danger, and for the most part, people believed in the narrative enough to comply. Some are realizing, albeit too late, they have contributed to the success of the agenda. Some will never accept they made a mistake, some will never admit they did. Those of us holding onto our freedom, know we will have to face a very difficult choice in the near future, but sacrifice has many faces. It is because of my journey, I bring up the pandemic and the false promotion of our rescue from it. It is because of my journey I see the truth hidden in plain sight while others cannot. It is because of my own experiences with mind control and manipulation causing me to ignore or hide the truth about my heritage, that I bring up the pandemic.
Knowing what comes next and why compels me to say something as I hope to help people understand how easy it is to manipulate so many. How many people living in the town where I am, have gone through such forms of segregation, confinement and isolation? How can they possibly understand the cruelty of the few who are in control? This story is meant to outline just how easily it can be done. All it takes, is fear. Losing the routines which gave us stability is enough to stop people from thinking clearly, from making proper choices. Promises of “things getting back to normal” reason enough to comply as most of us don’t like to give up our comforts. Punishment/reward, this is the relationship we now have with our governments. Only those of us who have chose not to comply are really free. Those who took the shots are under the illusion they have freedom, but the reality is they have it only if they continue to comply. That is manipulation, not freedom. That is freedom based on false information, half truths and therefore mind control. It is an illusion.
The truth is a year ago this town had 0 cases, 0 deaths. Then they began the roll out of injections. Within months, the cases began, the deaths started, the fear intensified. Then the truth came out, at least partially. People who have the shots can still get the virus, can still transmit the virus, so now a third shot is required. Well that’s not what they said before the injections started is it? We were told once 60% of the population had the shots things would get back to normal, everything could open back up. Now if you don’t get the shot, even though it offers no safety, you can lose your job, be forbidden access to public places such as theatres, restaurants and hotels, and you cannot get your drivers license renewed. What has the renewal of your license got to do with being sick? Why is a perfectly healthy person refused access anywhere? Why can’t a perfectly healthy person continue working? Oh ya and don’t forget the testing every 72 hours if you won’t get the shot but want to keep your job. And those cost money as the companies ask you to pay for the test yourself and do it on your own time. For some here it means travelling to the city to do so. Of course the tests are still unproven to be accurate.
Really is this about a virus? Or about control? If you are honestly answering these questions, you will see it has nothing to do with a virus which was killing less people that the injections have. But first you have to step out of the game and become an observer, not a participant.
Many have turned to an alternative form of mind control, one which is easier to accept because it has a rescue plan involved. Many have fallen into the hole which has given them false hope for the past year and a half or more. They believe they are the true woke, but they have a long road ahead of them. The truth is inside each of us, not online. In order to truly understand how mind control works, as I already said, one must be an observer not a participant.
As a victim of mind control through the use of torture at a very young age, I am well aware of both the threat to us all, and the false hope offered to so many. But we cannot save someone who does not want to see the truth, we can only be there to catch them when they finally see it for themselves. Forcing the truth on people usually turns them closer to the trap unfortunately. People who are in a victim state of mind do not make the best choices. This is why the person in authority, who becomes the handler, is so important. This handler becomes responsible for keeping the veil in place at any cost. The handler will disappear or be replaced upon failing to do so. I share my experiences as examples which mirror the behaviour I’m seeing all around me. Problem, reaction solution is how David Ike describes what I consider mind control and manipulation.
I am a terrible human being;
I am not worthy of love;
I am stupid;
I am ugly;
Everything that happened to the people I loved was my fault;
These are the ideas my handlers reinforced in me over the years. When one leaves another takes their place, continuing to remind me I will never be left alone to become strong enough to erase the damage done to me. But I refuse to stop trying to defeat them in their efforts to make me so small and insignificant. My father was once described as the most complete human being of our time. I on the other hand, am the most incomplete human being – this is the very seductive way mind control works. As you can see, this thought popped into my mind immediately in connection to what was said of my father, because this was what I was trained to believe about myself. When I think of my father and who he was to so many, I cannot help but see the smallness of my own being – it is an automatic reaction ingrained in my psyche.
These are the connections which need to be broken. There are many and they surface at the most in opportune times. Because of many years spent undoing the damage, as my spirit pieces connect once more, I am now faster at reversing the negative thoughts about myself, as I to try to begin to accept the spark connected to who I was before. During those times when I am able to hold the truth for a period of days or even weeks I am so grateful. It’s a very nice feeling to remember something other than the sorrow, so I strive to hold it longer each time – the art continues to represent the joy, the colors brighter, stronger, more defined, as if they have a force of their own.
Mind control is about reinforcing the dependence on ones handler. By doing so, confidence, self esteem and thereby positive productivity become impossible. As suggested and thereby confirming my belief, I give examples of my relationships which over the years could clearly be defined as punishment/reward by nature. The rewards meant to give me false hope, a sense of self worth and confidence. The punishments would follow once I believed pain was in the past. However, one comes to expect the fall as soon as the reward is offered. Still, one cannot help but accept the reward in anticipation of a “this time it will be different” possibility or outcome. Without this hope for things to be different each time, death from despair seems likely to be the next step.
I know my story is unbelievable. I know I will never be able to share it in a way which could be satisfying. I know there is little to no hope of ever proving my story is true. And I know I am the only one who firmly believes in its authenticity, yet I share it anyway, knowing I risk humiliation and embarrassment by doing so. Mind control is the conditioning of someone’s mind to ensure you believe the reality they want you to believe in. They want you to be afraid to challenge this new truth, because doing so jeopardizes whatever part you play in their plan. They wanted me to remain hidden, to be unrecognizable, insignificant. What I have come to realize is that I can not only remember, but can tell my story and still be all those things. This is my safety, to remain insignificant while being myself. I don’t tell my story for attention, something I believe my mother strove to ensure did not happen, nor do I wish to be of great importance to the world as my parents were. One cannot help but imagine having the heritage I do, the idea one could be special or significant in the big picture. It is easy to get swept up in the idea, after so many years being less than important to anyone. So many conversations with Patrick involved such ideas of grandeur, I believe mostly because this kind of fame is what he valued. He wanted to have such importance as he sees himself as being so much better than most, especially me. If I could have been the ticket which placed him on a pedestal, he would have gladly taken it.
Being out of his influence, over the past few years, finally being able to tell my story in my way, has taught me the value of just knowing the story is real. My story is told so I can at last be me! Of course there has always been the hope bringing such a story to light could help others face their trauma, if they felt it impossible before.
All permanent relationships up until Patrick left me in 2012, were carefully orchestrated. Something I could not conceive of until very recently, was my relationship with him also fit into this category. Many times over the years I suspected he was my new handler, but given the way we met and the apparent strong objection to him being in my life from the family, I rejected this possibility. It was not until Ecuador and the poisoning of Mali, I understood it was true. Even so, it took until he finally left, before the truth sank into the depths of my awareness. Accepting him in the role of abuser, and in essence controller, was devastating at the time. Being so alone, in a foreign country as I put the pieces together, probably the only conceivable way to completely digest the past 25 years of my life spent under his thumb. He was very good in his role and I truly believe he enjoyed hurting me.
One truth about our relationship which until the last dream I had of him only a week ago, caused me to be quite afraid of him and what he is capable of – I was not supposed to live. This was something I understood when I divorced Darrell, then believing by placing my faith in Patrick, I would be safe, secure.
When the dreams began, the message seemed to be confirming I had escaped my first marriage with my life, at just the right time. This one point though, was what kept me from believing Patrick only took over the role. That I had the strength to leave Darrell was not something expected by the family who raised me. Fate steps in at the right time of course, the birth of my daughter reminding me of the strength of a love buried deep in my soul. Her near death, the complicated birth both contributing factors in waking up the very sleepy child within. A child born of warrior parents, capable of so much more than I ever could have anticipated, and certainly not the family.
People who have debt, who have addictions, who are desperate in some way are easy targets for mind control or manipulation. Anyone who has something to lose is vulnerable, thereby capable of compromising their morals or principals in order to keep up the lifestyle they trust in. Addiction can mean anything from alcohol or drugs, to an acquired lifestyle. In fact anything which one feels they cannot do without can leave one open to compromise. My last addiction was Señorita Mali. Giving her up meant I had passed a test of sorts. I knew when Patrick poisoned her, my time with her was going to be shorter than I felt was right for me. In truth I would never have been ready to lose her, not really. I came close to losing her several times after that, each time I wondered how long it would be before I would have to say goodbye. These situations were paving the road for my acceptance of the inevitable, something I would not have allowed had I had the choice. In order to be “free” it became clear what had to be done. Yet I thought/believed I was free because of her presence in my life. I believed she was the one giving me the strength to face myself, my trauma. I understand now, in order for me to truly realize how far I had come on my journey, I had to face this part of accepting having strength on my own. I still miss her very much!
The day after Mali was poisoned, my room was broken into, or it was made to look so. When I came home from a trip to the hot pools with Patrick, I found Mali sitting outside my room which instantly made me feel sick inside as it was a situation I began experiencing in Canada first. This is a story explained in my travel diary, so I will not go into depth about it here again. What I understood that day, but could not accept yet was Patrick had been responsible for both situations which compromised my companions life. I believe I knew it when it happened the last few times in Canada, but it was like an itch you cannot not reach, it just could not completely form into clarity at the time. But it was there in the shadows of my thoughts. It was in the room of the many thoughts I had which caused me to believe Patrick was intent on hurting me. Patterns are always easy to see when light is shone removing the shadows clouding our thoughts. Who of us ever wants to accept someone we love/d could intentionally wish to cause us harm.
I have many stories about Patrick which I plan to share in another post, the reason for doing so clarifying my feelings he did more than wish to hurt me, he hoped I would end my life. I surprised both of us I suppose with my strength, resiliency and determination to reach my goal. There are so many whom I owe gratitude for helping me to get this far. Many are no longer part of my life, but not a day goes by when I do not think of them and feel gratitude for the part each played in allowing me to continue. The last few weeks have taught me a great deal about myself and about the depth of my experiences. Whether anyone believes me is irrelevant, something not easily accepted, but a conclusion needed to be drawn in order to move forward.
I realize any help Patrick gave me with my artwork, with my book, was done in the hope of himself coming out of the situation as the hero, my saviour. What he did was not for me, but for his own selfish gain, of that I am sure. There is an energy attached to all we did as a team which darkened my purpose for my own accomplishments. I believe very strongly my work was protected from his desire to control me and what I did. I have realized during the last few days, my desire to share my art had nothing to do with monetary gain. It was Patrick’s determination to profit from the art, which forced me down that path. Once I was on the path, the feeling I owed him for all he did to help me get on the path to supposed fame, I felt obligated to continue. Each project meant to save me, remove me from his debt, only placed me further into the hole. I was on a road I did not want to be on, believing he was the reason I had any success at all. I don’t think I every really understood my own role in producing the images until he left and I completely stopped the thought process which enabled him to control me. He had to leave, completely disappear for me to do so.
Considering as I have in the past while I wrote my first book “Finding Home”, my art was a process of pulling back to me the lost pieces of my spirit, then my need to share each piece was done as a form of acknowledging my accomplishment. This is the conclusion I have come to as I pondered why people have wanted to give me back the art I freely gave them. My gifts being returned seemed a slap in the face, yet I knew there had to be valid reason, so I looked for the answer within. My thoughts seemed to take me to the idea I was too attached to the pieces I drew, yet this did not really make sense because it was prints, not originals coming home to me. So, as I began to write about my marriages the other day, the process helping me realize once more the integral part the art played for my own well being during those years, showing me something new. The art has to come back to me because it is the pieces of my spirit, which maybe helped someone else for a time, but for now I have to be reminded of how much I did on my own. They are a visual representation of my journey to self, the reparation of a very broken spirit once thought lost forever. Time to create my home gallery……..