The Most Dangerous Game: RevisitedExcerpt from Trance-Formation of America by Cathy O'Brien and Mark Phillips |
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George Bush was highly active in the Lampe, Missouri and
Mount Shasta, California retreat compounds. Just like Lampe, Shasta's
cover was country music. According to everyone I knew, singer and
songwriter Merle Haggard supposedly ran the show at Lake Shasta, diverting
any and all attention from the nearby Mount Shasta compound. Shasta was
the largest covert mind control slave camp of which I am aware. Hidden in
the wooded hills, military fencing corrals an enormous fleet of unmarked
black helicopters and more mind controlled military robots than I saw in
all of Haiti. This covert military operation served its own agenda, not
America's. I was told and overheard that it was a base for the future
Multi Jurisdictional Police Force for enforcing order and law in the New
World Order. In the center of the high security compound, was another
well-guarded military-fenced area that was regarded as a "Camp David" of
sorts for those running our country. George Bush and Dick Cheney shared an
office there, and claimed the outer perimeter woods as their own hunting
ground where they played "A Most Dangerous Game." Predicated on
conversations I overheard between the two, it was this world police
military background that earned Dick Cheney his cabinet appointment as
Secretary of Defense with the Bush Administration.
Houston stayed at Haggard's Lake Shasta resort while Kelly and I were helicoptered to Mount Shasta for our scheduled meeting with Bush and Cheney. The helicopter pilot directed our attention to the military fencing surrounding the outer perimeter of the compound. Rarely did pilots ever speak to either of us, but this one smiled wickedly as he told us we would need to know the outer limits for A Most Dangerous Game. As soon as we arrived at Bush and Cheney's inner sanctum, noticed George Bush, Jr. was with them. It was my experience that Jr. stood by his father and covered his backside whenever Bush would become incapacitated from drugs or required criminal back up. It appeared that Jr. was there to serve both purposes, while his father and Cheney enjoyed their work-vacation.  Hyper
from drugs, Cheney and Bush were eager to hunt their human prey in "A Most
Dangerous Game." They greeted me with the rules of the game, ordered me to
strip naked despite the cold December winds, and told me in Oz cryptic to
"beware of the lions and tigers and bears." Kelly's life became the
stakes, as usual, which resurrected my natural and exaggerated programmed
maternal instincts. Tears silently ran down my cheeks as Bush told me, "If
we catch you, Kelly's mine. So run, run as fast as you can. I'll get you
and your little girl, too, because I can, I can, I can. And I will."
Cheney, daring me to respond, asked, "Any questions?"I said, "There's no place to run because there's a fence -- the kind I can't get over. I saw it." Rather than physically assault me, Cheney laughed at my sense of "no where to run, no where to hide" and explained that a bear had torn a hole in the fence somewhere, and all I had to do is find it. He lowered his rifle to my head and said, "Let the games begin. Go." Wearing only my tennis shoes, I ran through the trees as fast and as far as I could, which wasn't very far at all. Bush was using his bird dog to track me, the same one that had recently been used with me in bestiality filming as a "Byrd-dog" joke on my owner, Robert C. Byrd. When caught, Cheney held his gun to my head again as he stood over me, looking warm in his sheep skin coat. Bush ordered me to take his dog sexually while they watched, then he and Cheney ushered me back to their cabin. I pulled on my clothes and sat in the office part of the cabin awaiting instructions. I had no idea where Kelly was, nor do I in retrospect. Bush and Cheney were still in their hunting clothes when the programming session began. Bush said, "You and I are about to embark on a most dangerous game of diplomatic relations. This is my game. You will follow my rules. I will have the distinct advantage of hunting you with my Eye in the Sky (satellite). I'll watch every move you make. As long as you play the game by my rules and make no mistakes, you live. One mistake and I'll get you, my pretty, and your little girl, too. You die, and Kelly will have to play with me. I prefer it that way. Then it will be her most dangerous game. The cards are stacked in my favor because, well, it is my game! Are you game?" There was no choice. I responded as conditioned, "Yes, Sir! I'm game." The parallels to the Most Dangerous game that had just occurred in the woods were deliberate and intended to make retrieval of memory "impossible" due to crypto-amnesia scrambling.  "Good.
Then let the games begin. Listen carefully to your instructions. You have
no room for error." Cheney flipped his "game timer" -- an hourglass. Bush
continued, "This game is called the King and Eye, and here's the deal. You
will be establishing stronger diplomatic relations according to order
between Mexico, the U.S., and the Middle East. Your role will require a
change of face at each new place. I'll chart your course, define your
role, and pull your strings. You'll speak my words when I pull your
strings. There is no room for error."Cheney was half lying across the plain military issue style desk in an apparent drug stupor as Bush talked. Still wearing his hunting coat and hat, Cheney aimed his rifle at me from the desk and threatened, "Or a-hunting we will go." Bush finished Cheney's threat by singing, "We'll catch a fox and put her in a box and lower her in a hole." Bush looked at Cheney and burst out laughing. The sight of him dressed in his hunting clothes with a huge bore double-barreled shotgun to his shoulder inspired Bush to tell him he "looked like Elmer Fudd." Cheney, imitating the cartoon character, said, "Where is that waskily wabbit?" Operation The King and Eye would involve Reagan's #1 envoy Philip Habib (who cryptically played the Alice in Wonderland role of the White Rabbit with slaves such as myself) and Saudi Arabian King Fahd. So when Bush referred to the two as "Elmer Fahd and the Waskily Wabbit," he and Cheney laughed until they cried. Since both were already high from drugs anyway, they had a great deal of difficulty maintaining composure long enough to complete my programming. See Trance Formation of America
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