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 ones
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, 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 ass backwards
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 her changing her mind about marriage. 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 decades 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 the 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 his 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 had 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 writing a letter to President
Obama as soon as he takes office:
I am a psychic counterintelligence agent who has been working with military intelligence since 1958; as you may be
aware, there was a coup attempt by organized crime in 1963. When the conspirators started looking for hit men for
future presidents, they were uncerimoniously disappeared by M.I. A synopsis of my involvement in this is at my web
site agentcounterspy.com. I am writing because I was tortured by hypnosis and rape on drugs by some of these
murdered conspirators, and I think the FBI owes me damages; some agents chose to prove their treason by drugging
me and ruining my mind before they were disappeared.
The Kennedy assassination was perpetrated by a world wide crime syndicate that attempted to rule the world by mass
hypnosis. This was their last hurrah, as they attracted the attention of the telepathic scientists who rule the future.
Those are the people I work for. In May of 1963, I and my two childhood lovers were recruited to help solve the
assassination and prevent a coup. But the military went ahead and did a coup of their own. Protected from
congressional oversight under the McCarran Act of 1950, army counterintelligence set about disposing of their
enemies, the hypnotists, also termed “the egotists”. In 1968, I was recruited into counterintelligence at Stevens
Institute of Technology, and sent to MIT to solve the intelligence related murder of a national guard woman. The crime
syndicate had ordered the murder, to blow the cover of anyone who solves their crimes, to the military coup people. A
few weeks after finding her body and calling the police, some of the coup plot conspirators called the FBI
counterintelligence people in Boston, and told them that I was resisting rape and hypnosis. So I was called into the
federal office building in Boston to undergo a drug induced hypnosis on a polygraph, to break down my resistance to
rape and torture. It worked, and I lost control of my mind for over thirty years. Five people were executed by military
intelligence. I think the murder at the Boston University boat house was carried out by James D. Rhinehart, but that is
only by psychic information. My two childhood lovers, Erica Jen and Lark Elaine Turner, may have more in the way of
witness testimony; but for various reasons they don’t trust the FBI and M.I. It’s clear that Craig Bolon had the motive
and perhaps the means to carry out the murder. A lot here needs to be investigated; the police lied to the newspaper
and the court in the trial of the man accused in the crime.
More recently, Lark and I lived as a married couple for a few years, and were given a bunch of winning lottery numbers
as payment for our historical counterintelligence work; but we were afraid of blowing cover at that point in 1993 and 94,
so we still need our pay from the current government. By this time, we’re too powerful to get rid of easily, so I think the
government will have to pay. I’m very hopeful that the new Democratic administration signals a permanent break from
this country’s lawless past.