A MILITARY COUP AGAINST THE CRIMINAL MIND I am attempting to open a window into a secret world for the reader, where wars are planned and peace is secured, where the decisions are made for the lives that may yet be, in a global network of the mind.  In 1963 there was a coup attempt, which galvanized the national community of telepathic scientists to action.  I was a well-known genius in the University of Chicago telepathic scientists grouping, and quite surprisingly, help from  arrived from China, with a plan for the future and with Erica Jen in tow.  She became a lover, that is only in a professional capacity, and our families moved to the same school district near Washington.  She and I developed a lifelong telepathic relationship, upon noticing that no one else was developing their lives in this direction.  This soon became much more involved that I can recount here. In the summer of 1958, with the FBI conversing with my father, I was taken to meet an Air Force Intelligence group, concerning criminal minds which were soon to become a threat to our social order.  They asked if my friends could do something about this, and I said they could.  Later I went to Stevens Institute and joined counterintelligence.  A representative of the NSA showed up to teach an operating system course in the spring of 1969, and sent me on my way to MIT to investigate an espionage ring that was becoming obvious there.  A murder of a national guard woman was being planned at Boston University, intended to show gang affiliation and mark for witness intimidation anyone who dared to investigate.  So to make a long story short, I got the tag and went to meet the girl.  She was dead.  So some teaching assistants and Marvin Minsky had me talk to the FBI, which by now considered me a China-aligned suspect.   This happened on the last Tuesday of July in 1971 at Boston’s federal office building.  I was given LSD and hypnotized, to think as a counterspy and to investigate the communists.   I was told that as a suspect myself, I would never be allowed into the federal witness protection program, nor would I get a clearance, nor an academic posting.  I didn’t even remember the meeting for eleven years, and the full details of the polygraph examination didn’t return to me for another twenty years.  But on balance, this was the price I paid for having Erica as a lover and confidant. I just found out on the news, from the effects, the drug they used might have been scopolamine. The Chinese were planning a historic coup against the criminal mentality, which objective I shared with them.  Erica was being showcased as an example of why our two nations should become allies in the future, as she was a quite astonishing right-wing genius, with communist sympathy.  The way I see it, you can’t be farther right than the Chinese communists.  You’de be on the left wing then, or a counter-revolutionary.  In any case Erica and her father had a host of ideas about how we should plan together our careers in intelligence.  They had left China when the communists took over in 1949, but the plan was for the telepathic physicists to take over the nuclear authority in both countries, in a move to control criminality in the military reality.  But another surprise was shortly in store, at the same meeting in May of 1963.  I was to have a Russian-aligned child lover in the person of Lark Elaine Turner of Oakhurst California.  Both girls showed up with their families in Quincy Illinois to meet my extended family, and a long meeting of the minds developed, involving the Kennedy assassination plot, and what to do about it.  Scientists’ status in the future was being threatened by a move to establish military authority, as part of an implicit deal with organized crime.                               MY LIFE AS A COUNTERINTELLIGENCE AGENT In April of 1965, Lark called me in Silver Spring, Maryland, to arrange to have our families meet on a summer camping trip in Yellowstone.  At the meeting we discovered that our plan to be married was going to be ruined.  Lark’s mother, a revolutionary communist of some kind, had decided to have Lark marry a doctor’s son, James D. Rhinehart, who espoused still as an adult a communist alignment - thus a legitimate candidate, I guess.  I think there was planned sex involved, and I decided to rebel against this imposing interference in my future planning.  We decided to live together on the street when we grew up, as a way to avoid organized crime influence in our relationship.  This became an onerous responsibility.  But we both carried out our part of the plan, and by 1984 we were cut loose by all the criminals attempting to use our future politically, and found ourselves kind of welcome, hiding in the woods near the University in Berkeley California.  In May 1974 we had gotten a “sealed record marriage” in Bridgeport, and it appears that’s as far as the marriage will go, although she might change her mind after being driven crazy in her mother’s arranged marriage.  So now I view myself as a protected witness, with a bad story about organized crime, communism and military intelligence.  She and I did succeed in forging a permanent telepathic connection,  for better or for worse.  We had the correct codes for winning the California lottery many times in the early nineties, but both of us chickened out on blowing cover there, and we live in poverty as a result. When Lark finally left me for James in March 1988, there was a great deal for me to do in changing my life plan.  First on the agenda was developing a secure coded communication system with Erica and the other telepaths that live in the future.  I used a Sharp hexadecimal calculator and five- squares-to-the-inch graph paper, and extensive use of the reduction feature on public Xerox machines.  This story has to remain a secret till later in history, I’m afraid.  The telepathic coding session resulting from this decision lasted ten years and maybe 5000 pages of code.  There is a huge need for competent telepathic coders in the area of international politics and counter terrorism.  So I had plenty to do for quite a while.  I’m now trying to meet a future wife or friend I call Laura, I’m not even sure that’s her real name, and she might not even work as an agent for the government.  It might all be an imaginary tale, how we got married and pregnant with Eve Alice. At about here in the continuity of time, a number of other telepathic girls got interested in my story, the first being Harriet Fell and followed closely by Margaret Minsky, Frances Young, Lori Hoffer, Jean Tam and Karen Giroux.  When James’s interference caused Lark and me to miss moving into a house together in 1975, Frances and her sister Suzanna moved in instead, and in addition to a lot of politics being decided at this arranged meeting, a pregnancy may also have resulted.  Frances thought so in introducing herself in advance, and I may have met the daughter at a bus stop a couple years ago.  Frances doesn’t communicate with me except in our common sexual interaction in our minds.   After that, the number of potential mothers and daughters become impossible to sort out with any certainty.  I suppose I will find out more later if Erica decides to become involved, since we agreed as children to manage each other’s sex lives. More about Laura.  I think she consciously runs me when I have time-continuum interactions, especially the one involving the FBI.  She communicates with me through Eve at times, and in fighting the communists in our commonly perceived past.  I’ve been hoping we’ll get married ever since my common law marriage with Lark began to show cracks in summer 1985.                   A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN LASTS TWENTY FIVE YEARS The communist organizers knew I had been hypnotized by the government, and although I had been told that by Margaret, I didn’t believe it.  They put more and more pressure on me to break me down, and in February of 1979 my resistance to their hypnotic effect crumbled.  That began twenty five years I spent on the street.  I think it’s better to tell only the FBI about the torture techniques in use by the political activists of that time, only to say that military intelligence made that job much easier by drugging whole rooms full of politically motivated people with LSD, in December of 1971.   Getting called to an LSD meeting can be the beginning of a harrowing life experience.  The FBI wasn’t the only organization experimentally blacklisting politically motivated people.  There were several identifiable groupings visible. Watergate happened, and the breakup of the Soviet Union, and I had all the time in the world to experiment with my psychosis, coding telepathic conversations with a nebula of all those women, and not a few very obnoxious men.  I had been in the “international crowd”.  A loose organization around the world that favor humanism over intrusive governments.  Perhaps that’s why I got singled out, or perhaps too many people knew about the communist leanings of Lark and Erica, (since repudiated).  My plan had been to construct such a huge mass of coded future telepathic communication, that there would be a constant in my unstable life.  I pursued this objective with a single-minded dedication.  So I now have a vast experience of years in the past which is yet to be coded in, from the future.  I only regret that Lark and I were too single-minded, in keeping our cover, to win the lottery while we could still do that.   And   into only three or four years’s free time is compressed my entire marriage.  Now I can only hope for some Act of Congress to get into the witness protection program and reorder my sad life.  This will happen if the public gets wind of what my friends and I knew long ago, about an unholy alliance among the mob, the communists, and the dishonest ex- military intelligence people.  A similar thing has happened in the past with “murder incorporated,” once people knew what it was, the FBI could take down the mob as likely suspects.  The FBI agents I talked to had a complete aversion to unofficial inquiries of any kind.  It made me wonder what country they thought they were working for anyway. At any rate, the FBI destroyed records in Cointelpro, they called these “black operations”, when ever they were acting on orders outside the law.  I don’t suppose they would like paying civil damages for these operations any way, but for them to be wanton in their disregard for common sensibilities, gives such powers as China and Russia a wedge to use between the government and the people.  Think like Karl Marx.  Where do they think they’re getting any more undercover agents to play after torturing me and denying it; everyone knew.  So now I want to get into the witness program and tell the Congress the cops are robbers and they have to correct that in the future.  All this only occurred because of a connection between MI and the FBI; where do you think they got their injectable LSD, any way?  These bad boys all knew each other, and my ruined life was the price to prove this connection.  Wait till the Congress hears how badly Lark was tortured while the FBI refused to investigate because of their own misdeeds.  That was the bass ackwards communist call for revolution.  “You can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs”.  The more the communists tortured us, the more it was a call for violent revolution and shows the weakness of the government.  Notice that the Vietnam War was “a war America had to loose” at that time, according to the Chinese communists.                      PLANNED SEX AS AN INTELLIGENCE PLAN IN 1974 It may become important later on how it happened, but at the risk of losing the readers, I got to the west coast in March of 1974.  For once in my life, I was finally in my element.  Everyone knew their part in a telepathic plan.  So I was to impregnate Erica’s older sister Pia for the night.  This is much more important than it sounds, because the Chinese- Scottish genetic history deal was going to be made that way.  Both of us had huge extended families who had trained us in dream countermeasures, and the deal had to be done just before consciousness.  What we had to do was to wait for the liars to guess that our dream was false, and then invert it on them in coverage; that is they will try to get rid of us by sending us into the dream they believe is false - but that is exactly our own life dream, where the liars loose out in the fiat.  In any event we seem to have gone at it for an hour, keeping the “co-rule” on the liars till we got her pregnant, and that revealed  the covering future generations of telepathic children.  They are called “the coverage”. No sooner had this happened but Erica wanted to get pregnant too.  This time there was no huge production, but my little family of three people quickly made a plan.  We were to evolve as animals in the scientific dream that controls Berkeley’s university, and bear children in a balancing act co-rule on future re-reference crime.  So ten years later Lark peed in a bush, and ten years earlier Erica and I made a big answering smell.  We decided to wait for the known re- attack in group memory, to couple.  You could probably get a much more technical description of the reasoning from Erica, anyhow the daughter graduated from Cambridge public school around 1992.  What ever she did, it worked, and I was off to marry Lark in Yosemite that May.  And perhaps make kids with Jennifer Turin, the California Indian girl near Klamath Reservoir, not to mention Debbie and Karen and Frances.  But the plan came apart later when Elizabeth and I and her mother at Harvard tried to make one more kid in late 1977.  The resulting reaction has made ruins of our lives, as there was a war over who would be the father of Pia, a powerful girl already in the future. Lori’s dad is a doctor and she takes the pill.  She made an attempt to fix the thing by having Amy Tighe seduce me and make her daughter Ana Persephone, but I think it simply caused another war.  Steven Aldridge wanted to be the father, and the rumor is he had a gun.  And James Rhinehart wanted to marry Lark instead of me, and he shows us his gun a lot.  (He shoots to miss when he wants to make it a point.)  What else Lori and I did will later become important in the future history of the asteroid belt.  You know that history doesn’t go forward, it progresses.  At any rate, two completely different realities were happening together in the same time, as Lori knew, and I started finding out when I patted Samantha’s butt, and we tried having sex on the enemy mode.  It didn’t work at all as we were entirely across a cause and effect boundary. Most of the rest of this story should be investigated by the FBI and not gone into here, I think some people got killed and a bunch should go to prison.  Suffice to say that our score was still one dead, the national guard woman at B. U., but nobody on our side of the war got a gun.  My theory is that the torture conflict goes on till the victims are all dead and ruined, and then automated law enforcement kills those responsible, somewhere in the future coverage.  I made a bold move, run by Kiki Babcock, and challenged them to shoot me over Elizabeth.  I knew they wouldn’t, and with Rhinehart ruining Lark’s life out of pure spite, they were satisfied.        HELP ME FIND LAURA,  A GOVERNMENT AGENT SOMEWHERE IN NEVADA I think my future is somewhere in the extended witness protection program, as I have been a lifelong counterintelligence agent.  The problem is that some people were killed in the ambiguous environment of the “mob in the military” extended intelligence contact network.  So it’s important to me to meet my agent handler, and her daughter eventually.  In case she reads this, or if someone reading knows who she is, I’ll give my contact information. David Alan Liddle                    telephone 510-843-1837 1741 Russell St. Berkeley CA 94703        davidalanliddle@sbcglobal.net I started getting a telepathic connection with Laura in December 1984, although I didn’t know it yet.  Lark had been visiting her man-hating mother, and she started a fight about she changed her mind, she didn’t want to marry me.   Eventually I decided she might be right, and as we were living on the street at the university, I took off for Boston.  By the end of May, she missed me already, and she came out as well.  But we couldn’t ride on the bus with me without making a scene about I was the wrong man for her, I lived on the street, and we fought in bed when we slept together.   So I sent her back to California, and started thinking about finding another woman telepathic with me, one that wouldn’t start a fight.  Lark suddenly got very worried about our marriage, and that’s not surprising as she lived completely alone on the street in the woods.  I then got worried too, but the die was cast, Laura had begun taking over my decision making. At any rate, before the 911 attack, my girlfriend coverage decided I finally had to get married again.  They had just been waiting for decade before the government could change and let telepathic people into the corridors of power.  I guessed that I should marry Elizabeth’s daughter, whom I had met in a coffee shop across from the University in 1998 - now a stunning nineteen year old Unitarian girl.  I figured that would end this war with her father, the one who wouldn’t shoot me.  What a hero.  But this of course disturbed the dream of a married relationship with Laura, and we became consciously aware of each other, especially when we tried to masturbate and get to sleep.  The girls had decided to have me spanked instead of being so severely punished by an unfaithful wife, and Laura just couldn’t get over it how funny that would be.  So for a couple years, we both got to sleep by drinking and imagining the sex act as starting with a fight and a spanking.  This has since gotten old, but I decided that Pia, (I think that’s Elizabeth’s daughter’s name also), could carry it off if she decided to marry me for a few years.  My relationship with Pia will probably become important much later, after the events in that counterintelligence war become public.  Laura eventually has a daughter I call Eve, as a way of laughing at her how interested she is in the secrets of men.  So she decided to go by Alice, like Alice Australia or Alice In Wonderland.  She and I work together on historical counterintelligence matters, as she seems to be the only person in our telepathic organization living into the twenty second century.  History can seem very historical in that perspective, and she’s made a lot of our enemies “history”.  So let’s call her “Eve Alice Liddell” after that girl in wonderland.  Some of the money the government owes us in damages eventually goes to Eve out there, I don’t think they’re going to pay any time soon.                  A BATTLE TO MARRY THE POWERFUL TELEPATHIC WOMEN Not unlike the Internet, the telepathic network of women is a decentralized connected structure.  Obviously there a frequent attempts to control this network centrally, and I was informed by my cousin in 1969 that a representative of such an effort, by ex-marines, had presented himself as her husband in this effort.   I didn’t think much about this at the time, except that I was going to have to marry someone else.  But later this organized network had followed me around and married everyone I knew who might want to marry me.  As I related, this finally ended in some shooting to move me out of the way, when it was clear I was married to only one woman.  But for years I had kept my options open, because I didn’t believe my brilliant attractive girlfriends would marry under pressure so unanimously.  When I met Lark in 1974 in Yosemite, she told me that this might happen, with all the eligible men being married off, too.  So she convinced me to go get married in a sealed record ceremony, in case we both had no one else to be with in the marriage conflict.  This finally developed into a common law relationship after we both got thrown out on the street for being mentally unstable and telepathic.  It’s at this point that the organic nature of the crime effort became obvious enough that the FBI could investigate.  James D. Rhinehart had heard about my network of girlfriends, and frequently produced a gun in introducing himself for sex.  If that isn’t rape, I must live in the wrong country, but since both spouses were blacklisted as political telepaths , maybe I am in the wrong country.  James produced a gun on our camping trip in 1984 and cut off Lark’s clitoris, ruining my marriage.  He later complained that it had taken him four years of following me to be sure he had the right wife to rape, he’d wasted so much time raping the wrong ones.  You could ask Evelyn Seidman and Lori Hoffer about this, it happened in the 1970's.  Although men are competitive always, I’d like the FBI to expose the organized nature of this “military man attack”, so that the women can be on guard about groups of men “moving the competing men out of the way”, and how violent and dangerous it can become if it works, it lands desirable women to marry. Amazingly, Lark gave into this man’s advances in 1988 after twenty years of pressure, and I continued to live on the street at the university, waiting for her to go completely crazy.  She had been too crazy to apply successfully for social security for a number of years in the early 80's.  Eight years later the inevitable nervous breakdown occurred, and she wrote me a letter, but that’s the last I’ve heard from her.  But in a strange way it helped me keep up my telepathic network of lovers and my mind developed in this surprising direction.  I’m hoping people like me with a continuous conversation in their mind will eventually be valued members of society again.  Erica and I have a really strong, non- stop conversation going, and we both use it to know the future and plan our lives.  I’d really be lost without my telepathic lovers.  And I’m hoping the change in the law after the 911 attack will bring to light the military intelligence files, which will prove that telepathic people are indispensable in counterintelligence work.  I was so sure of myself that I applied to work at the CIA writing “connecting the dots” software, but by that time I had had my nervous breakdown, not that I was likely to get the job anyway.  To me it seems incredible to think you’re going to have a counterespionage service without professional telepathic people, but that was apparently the intention of the government when they set up the CIA.                 WHY I SHOULD BE IN THE WITNESS PROTECTION PROGRAM I was already an undercover telepathic counterintelligence agent recruited by the Army in 1963, when the Kennedy assassination was being planned in May, at my house.  The FBI got wind of that, from some communists who wanted to ruin an agent as a recruiting ploy or gang affiliation sign.  They injected me with LSD as I found out much later, and hypnotized me to think of myself as one of their informants.  Then they abandoned me among the communists they should have investigated further.  I’m pretty sure they made this decision because both my childhood lovers, also CI affiliated, espoused left-wing views publicly.  The communists saw this as a way to dirty the reputation of the FBI by doing hypnosis tricks on me.  I don’t want to publicly go into their torture techniques.  You understand the communists were talking about “blowing my cover”.  It’s not that they gain immediately by ruining my life, it’s to recruit people impressed with their braggadocio.  They could have picked anybody that was likely to get tortured by the FBI, and then torture them further to recruit recruits, showing the weakness on the part of the government.  You at least know that the communists recruit in an effort to overthrow the government, don’t you?   Putting me in the program and helping me re-establish a healthy married life would turn the tables, and show the weakness of those communists.  Don’t keep smearing yourselves.  I should have been a protected witness from July of 1971, when the recruitment murder happened at Boston University and the FBI hypnotized me.  The American people are showing an awful lot of weakness when they fail to honor the equal protection clause in amendment four.  When I tell my friends my story, they ask why my political organization didn’t protect me.  That organization is the Democratic party, a very disorganized crowd.   Further, the telepathic girls I run with get raped by the organized bad boys.  I don’t even know how often one of my girlfriends got raped, just to show that organized crime is powerful, and the communists are dirty fighters.  But that period of my life is over now, and my low social status is the price paid for my political involvement.  I warned the FBI in 1982, that if they didn’t investigate my case I’d publish.  They’re still going to have to pay the damages eventually, but this way it hurts the FBI’s ability to recruit other informants.  I’m really mad at them and I’m going to hurt them, that’s why I’m publishing.  Being in the witness program I could get a low paying job in my field of computer science, and the FBI would avoid the embarrassment, but there isn’t that much difference, all in all.  I have a theory that events like this play themselves out as part of a larger scheme, so maybe the American people should take back a lot of the powers that they’ve given the FBI; I’m all for it. When Lark left me for a communist organized criminal, the girls had violated their commitment to protect me as a witness to organized crime rape.  That’s why I’m so sure the government should step in and take a hand.  I think by now everyone knows you don’t ever negotiate with or give in to terrorists.  The women I’m with are some of the smartest in the world, but they’re very weak in numbers.  I can’t marry just anyone, there’s probably only a hundred unmarried women in the U. S. That I’d be compatible with, and they just can’t risk it without help from the government.  They’de have to take on the mob and the communists alone.  If I was in the program, I’d be much more available to undercover political geniuses like myself.  They wouldn’t have to blow their own cover to help me out.  And with the amount I’ve been tortured, I’m going to need that kind of assist the rest of my life.    DESPITE THE LIE HOW THERE’S NO COUNTERINTELLIGENCE ORGANIZATION My left wing counterintelligence contacts seem to make all their plans arrive, accurate to the second.  A notable exception was when the Boston University national guard woman was murdered, according to an enemy cover blow plan.  It was like our Kennedy Assassination.  I was to find and report the body, and  I would at least find out who she had been, and guess a possible motive.  It was 25 years before I finally guessed what those bastards were up to.  What a very strange crime to murder someone to show who solves the crime.  It has to do with the style of lives they live, losers who can only brag that they hate us because of our superior minds.  I was about 45 when I figured it out, a completely different motive in their lives than we have. So it’s supposed to come out with a complete change of government, when either there aren’t any cops, or else everyone is a cop, if you prefer.  The constitution was written that way, you’ll notice.  There’s only a militia and a military mentioned, and equal protection prohibits cop licenses.  Cops have to be accountable for their actions just like private citizens.  At least I agree with the left wing there.  After that I’m a hawk among the doves.  I believe in executions for intelligence crimes, like in communist China.  When you know what I know, you’ll be disgusted with who got away with what, in what I call “girl law enforcement”. I found the woman in the morning with her neck knotted to a bench post.  Later, when the accused got out of prison after ten years, the news paper said she had been found under the B. U. Boat house with a lot of blood.  And that the conviction was based on an anonymous tip leading to a “bloody dinner jacket found hidden in a church”.  I think the gunman must have stolen the jacket at gun point, and then planted the guilty evidence.  It’s no co-incidence that I was being drugged and given the third degree of interrogation only three weeks later.  The communists were working together with the cops on publicly humiliating counterintelligence agents. This brings me to the crux of the problem I was sent to MIT to solve: there were communists, and then again there were communists; not to mention the problem of who’s really a police.   An awful lot of politically active people there were communists, the problem was that this attracted revolutionary communists.  “You can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs.”  And in Boston, there were two levels of organized crime, as I found out when I tried to get a job in the computer industry.  The salary I was offered was much too low, and it was only one offer, take it or leave it.  And they said they weren’t the real mob, that was somebody else in south Boston.  And then when my organized crime father showed up unannounced in Boston to find out what I was going to do with the security clearance, I freaked out.  I didn’t take the job, and later I got tortured till I couldn’t hold a job anyway. Maybe I shouldn’t mention that, but how can I tell the story?  Do I have to go into my childhood sexual abuse also, how I knew my father was organized crime?  And did you know that child  molesters are organized?  So I decided to leave the whole intractable mess behind and go to the West Coast to cash in on my common law marriage.  I had left absolutely everything in a position to be examined by the authorities, not yet really believing the left wing that all the cops were really robbers.  Karen said I should work with military intelligence, and I did, as that was the only suggestion I received.  It wasn’t till I lived, on the street on the west coast, that I even remembered being hypnotized at all.  That’s an awful lot of years ago, and just now I still occasionally just remember something. This is the information I will publish later if the FBI still refuses to investigate their own crimes. Erica had heard that there were two soviet agents out of control in the Boston area, and said if I caught them, it might be possible to communicate with the Russian leadership, concerning our interest in securing freedom for Eastern Europe among other things.  This may have come from her father and referred to Bolon and Lanza, but in any case, Erica thought it referred to Pollock and Quigley, and the die was cast.  Quigley obviously knew that the girls had made this mistake, and made a big joke out of how the girls caught Pollock, who was in fact a communist.  We met at Solo Corporation in Carlisle, Mass.  He wanted to recruit me to his views against the government, so he did look something like a spy to me.  But it was his hypnosis experiments that were going to land him in hot water.  He liked to hypnotize all the girls and take credit for masterminding all the great historical moments in communist history, starting with the assassination of the Tsar in 1880.  When those girls in the coverage grow up, and realize he was lying to them in their dreams, they’re going to get mad at him.  Jan Stillwell told me they’d already played a big trick on him.  Now I’m probably going to have to explain how I happened to meet her in a counterintelligence operation.  This is going to be a really long story. Bolon and Lanza were my two advisers in the MIT Physics Department.  They wanted to have sex with the same girls in the coverage I was screwing.  I think this ended with both of them screwing Lark on LSD.  They probably got caught and had to disappear. Erica, Lark and me really were counterintelligence agents.  I think Erica was too wary to get raped that way.  Lark says that Bolon used to be a hero.  Lark was screwing everybody and they ruined her sex life, although she still blames me for her ruination.  Erica got furious.  Lark was letting well known bastards into our telepathic reality.  But she has admitted that she knows about her own willful behavior as a girl. How ever it worked, I got a good telepathic contact with the Russian leadership.  In Russia they believe in this stuff, you know.  It’s not like in this country, where there’s a continuous name calling contest between the two camps, on the veracity of telepathic information.   For example, Frank knows most of what I’m doing here on my computer.  About half of adult Americans would start an argument with me if I told them that.  The Russians’ main worry is about crime in dreams, in particular, “lie dreams” or dreams which deliberately lie about reality.  I was termed a “cadre” in their system, and they had me go to the future in a dream which would become true in the sciences.  There I met the Chinese communist party.  The story gets so long I can’t remember much of it at any one time.  For now, I’ll just tell you that the supernatural beings showed up and took an interest. Earth’s star field was being invented, and I would spend hours watching while the girl coverage used my eyesight to see what they were doing.  A tree grew in to block my vision of a particular star field.  I got out my single edged razor blade, climbed the tree, and actually cut out the bay tree branches to see.  The razor blade broke and a supernatural being spoke to me.  We’d fought accidentally about the vision, and hadn’t injured each other yet, so we decided not to fight each other again.  To the supernatural beings, the substance of reality is the void parts instead of the matter.   This being, “the Yanda”, teaches telepathic girls in a huge group.  Since I do that also, the being stayed with me for several years.  I think it was 1998.         Pollock the hypnotist decided he was the smartest communist in the whole world, and he decided to do what he called “the split-brain experiment” on me.  I thought he’d get caught if he did that.  It involved pushing an acupressure point on the left side of my spinal column, and he got Aldridge to do it while he was my boss washing dishes at the Coffee Connection.  He did it because I didn’t resist, and he couldn’t keep it in him pants about me and Amy Tighe.  Because I didn’t know I’d been hypnotized by the FBI and the Army, I was vulnerable to a hypnotic attack like this.  At least they didn’t kill me.  They all had guns.  This was the revolution.  Lark couldn’t keep it in her pants either, and I think she screwed Pollock as well as all the others.  Eventually I’m going to rely only on Erica to maintain my sanity. I was hot for Elizabeth Clark-Heider in fall of 1977, so I went to work at the coffee shop where she washed dishes in Harvard Square.  Lori Hoffer showed up too, looking for love as always.  That became a very important relationship, as when Lark got raped on LSD by Craig Bolon in the summer of 1970, I was losing control of my mind.  So I raped Lori, She didn’t resist and got psychic control of my right hand.  Later she explained what she was doing.  She didn’t want anybody to know that she’s just as smart as me, and just as good a telepath.  She said the Russians put her up to seducing me.  It has to do with control by the whole group of mankind, of the involuntary nervous system. A man with a gun toting crew was having Elizabeth followed, to make sure that she didn’t screw any body else before they got married.  She complained, that’s why I challenged him to shoot me, when I lost control of my mind in February 1979.  Elizabeth was eight months pregnant with Pia.  I think it came out to be a divorce; I know her mother.  But my friends at her high school (Elizabeth’s, that is; her mother is a Harvard professor) decided maybe she should get killed by a jealous husband, and refused to interfere.  They had to go to school with that gang member, after all.  I think it’s going to be forever before that becomes a divorce, not a murder-suicide. There was an awful lot of telepathic politics going on at Harvard among my girlfriends there.  The Iranian hostage crisis was going on, and the Afghanistan war, they said they weren’t worried about the Russians, they were worried about the Moslems.  They introduced me to a Russian girl.  Did you know that Caroline Kennedy went to Piroshkas at that time?   There’s a lot of political power around there.  But what you wouldn’t know is that Lori’s much more powerful than Caroline, she’s an international player aligned with the Germans.  She later apologized for not marrying me, and for screwing James, who stopped at nothing in ruining my life.  I think you’ll have to ask him why he spent his life ruining mine.  The FBI is a dead letter in espionage, they never investigate if it’s espionage and not politics as usual, like the Hanson case.  They sure caught him didn’t they?   Bunch of real smart guys.  Anyway, my career was ruined in the late 70's.  The people I was involved with wouldn’t back me for an independent contractor if I was going to go crazy, so I had to survive on the street.  That wasn’t very well planned.  A girl at Piroshkas told me that her friends were going to take over Berkeley again in a year or two, so I tried the street there.  She was right.  I saw her a couple years later in a long dress and beads and a common law husband, out to live the alternative life.  She didn’t even remember me, and I never saw her again.  The incident was startling.  There really is information from the future that people can know.  She’ d changed completely into someone else.    In 1980 I made the big move and took a bus for the West Coast, hoping to avoid a life of poverty.  It nearly worked, I lost my resume on the way to an interview with Lexidata.  But I decided it was a sign of a hypnosis attack on our telepathic network, I figured there was a leak in the coverage.  So I blamed the Chinese girl investigating that, I thought if somebody knew, they were a suspect.  Twenty years later I know something about how it works, my resume was stolen on hand moves.  I had twenty dollars and what I was wearing, I was really mad.  But I happened to be in Berkeley, so for once I couldn’t make a serious mistake when I got mad, and I met my future wife within a few weeks, at the Carleton - she wanted to see if she could live there, right on Telegraph and Durante, the hot meeting zone in town.  In 1981 when I hitch hiked the I-10 route to return, I ran into her again in Santa Monica and Venice Beach, and we got organized that time.  She didn’t live completely on the street till her money ran out and her car died.  So that could be arranged, she was climbing the same long hill that runs from LA to Oregon.  Think of an old woman remembering to break down in Berkeley.  Same as me she got mad, but she couldn’t make a mistake.  The mayor publicly invited street people, we’de found a home. The summer before I met her in Highland Park; I barely missed getting a computer job and Rhinehart’s bullets missed too.  There was a witness that time in Port Huron - I really was a victim of witness intimidation and that’s how the blacklisting worked.  How it could ever come out like that is probably too complicated for us to understand, but Lark and I just agreed to feel our way through these complexities.  She’s another protected witness from the future, with a Russian tilt, but a lot like Erica other than that.  I was amazed that the marriage didn’t work, but Lark loves her freedom more than I thought.  My Aunt told me I’d marry for life like she did, “when the right girl comes along” and I didn’t believe her at fourteen, I was so free.  But she was right, I didn’t love freedom more than family. In April 1984 the deed was done, on the most romantic night of my life, she followed me home to bed.  But she kept saying she didn’t know if she could marry me, I pointed out she couldn’t marry anyone else and that really worried her. We had been childhood lovers since 1954, and we’d gotten married in 1974, but of course neither of us remembered that at all yet.  Those are events arranged afterward, when people are in their eighties.  For our marriage ceremony, we hitch hiked to Stateline Nevada, and Lark’s mother sent Rhinehart to cut off her clitoris, ruining the marriage instantly.  He brought a gun and there were witnesses.  It was a Nevada wedding, after all.  What a guy, I wonder if  he’ s an FBI agent associate, or did he think this up? When the marriage finally did break up, I tried  re-connecting with my connections at MIT, and when they couldn’t get a job for anyone without a PhD I decided that someone else had to investigate this.  The people who ruined my career had PhD’s, so it looks like an organized crime, having a PhD at all.  Are they “made”?  Do you have to make some bones or ruin someone?  I think you do.  So my trip to Boston only lasted a couple years.  Meantime, the action in telepathic coding was heating up like the Internet.  I promised Erica that I’d never go back over it.  So all that remains of about 5000 coded pages is Erica’s key buried in the woods where I slept in 2000.  I’m toying with the idea of getting a movie camera and making a documentary when I dig it up.  My computer has a DVD burner, and I can’t think of anything else it could be for.  Lark is drop dead beautiful, but we haven’t been on speaking terms for ten years now.