Psychic Counterintelligence Agent Going Public: David Alan Liddle
Cointelpro Linked With Organized Crime davidalanliddle@sbcglobal.net
It was at MIT, they set me up with a job and a dorm room for the summer in 1971. I never found out who arranged this,
but they obviously wanted a murder solved. Karen and I are telepathic, and she had me get in the habit of riding my bike
around the esplanade, starting at the stairs leading down from the Boston University bridge. On a Saturday night around
midnight in early June, I met some people at the stairs, they were also investigating the murder; they said someone had
a gun and I should go find a cop. That took me fifteen minutes, and he wouldn't investigate. I decided to forget the whole
thing and went home. The next morning at six I found the body, she was sitting up with a stocking tied around her neck
to a bench. I called the police, and told them I didn't want to be involved any further. The cop said he thought I was much
more involved.
That summer I had been sent to the Russian recruiter to see if I could become a KGB agent. He asked about my political
affiliation to the international democracy movement, and said I couldn't. Then I was sent to meet the FBI by two
organized crime linked professors, at two on July 27. It was about if I had been raped and was resisting hypnosis. They
used scopolamine and a polygraph to break down my resistance, and I and all my girlfriends got raped and knew it. I’m
demanding damages. I think these cointelpro agents were liquidated for treason by military intelligence. And they had
me investigate the communists. In 1977, the communists at MIT and Harvard did what they called the split brain
experiment on me; my boss pushed a pressure point on my spinal column, which lowered my resistance to their
hypnosis. I thought they'd get caught doing this. By February 1979, I completely lost control of my mind and spent the
next 24 years living on the street. And finally, in 1985, I was reading the Boston Globe about a murderer who had gotten
out of prison for a murder in 1971 at the Boston University boat house. See www.masscases.
com/cases/sjc/385/385mass497.html
In 1969 I had been recruited to be a shadow telepathic agent of the NSA. To read about these people see www.acsa.
net/paranormal_agents_at_the_nsa_by.htm; my web site on this is www.agentcounterspy.com. They sent me on a
mission to MIT to solve this case. The news article said that the body had been found with a lot of blood under the
Boston University boat house, and that the “murderer” had been caught on an anonymous tip leading to a bloody diner
jacket found in a church. I think this “murderer” was the guy who told me to go find a cop. The body I found was probably
an investigator for the murder. Lark Elaine Turner might have been there also, investigating. As I understand it, decades
later, the motive was to blow the cover of the counterintelligence agents to the criminals taking over the government by
mass hypnosis, after the Kennedy assassination. But this played into our strong suit, who are they anyhow if they're
blowing the cover of counterintelligence; they'de have to be the spies.
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 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 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 a drug 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 both cut loose by all the criminals
attempting to use our future lives 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 girlfriend 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, 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 becomes 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. Once your resistance
to their hypnosis is down, they spend the rest of your life trying different ways to kill you using your own mind against
you. 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 at the MIT student center for example. 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 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 against the communists, 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 that they have to correct that in the future. All this only
occurred because of a connection between MI and the FBI; where did they got their scopolamine 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, in March of 1974 I got to the
west coast. 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, an already powerful girl in the future.
Lori Hoffer'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
1743 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, she was the wrong girl for me. 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. My relationship with Pia (I think that’s Elizabeth’s daughter’s name also) 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,
but 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 are
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 Lark and I were blacklisted
as political telepaths , maybe I am in the wrong country. James produced a gun on our camping trip in 1987, 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 a 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.
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. A
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.
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 seven 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.
This is the information I will publish later if the FBI still refuses to investigate their own crimes of treason.
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. 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 anybody 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
Hanssen case. They sure caught him didn’t they? Bunch of real smart guys. I haven't been very well treated by the
organized crime establishment in the US. 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 had 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, Lark 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, 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 unceremoniously 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. Three people were executed by military intelligence. 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.
On February 20, 2010 I wrote the following to the president:
David Alan Liddle
1741 Russell St.
Berkeley CA 94703-2119
tel. 510-843-1837 davidalanliddle@sbcglobal.net
Dear Mr. President:
I have a secret plan to deal with the federal debt. As a psychic counterintelligence agent,
I wrote and received many binary codes to and from the future military authorities. I think this capability of the US
government could be used to collect taxes on the future wealth of private individuals and corporations. You could set up
a computer system that conceals a secret encryption key forever, and allow people to write checks for delivery in the
past. Either government employees or the recipient would be responsible for receiving the encoded check in the past, I
don’t know. The money would be reduced at delivery by the compounded federal funds rate and taxed at 35%. I think
you would waive the capital gains tax on funds transferred to the past in this way.
Thanks,
David Liddle
On December 9, 2011 I wrote the following to the President:
I need help getting the FBI to investigate a case of espionage. I thought of contacting INSCOM, to do that would reveal
my undercover position in the telepathic Army. A summary of my career as a psychic counterintelligence agent is in my
website www.agentcounterspy.com it leaves out my association with the Army. Some communists, who were also
telepathic criminals, were planning the Kennedy assassination in May of 1963, and my church group, the Unitarians, got
wind of it and tried to take an action to prevent a rape mass hypnosis takeover in the US. Some FBI agents were killed
by the Army, that’s why the FBI has been refusing to investigate, since I first called them in 1982, under Reagan.
senate testimony
When Google gave me an automated shortcut to their blog, I had a thought, maybe I should write a preview of my
testimony to the senate intelligence committee. The story begins about a year after I was born in Chicago, the
government came to University of Chicago looking to create a program to find and promote child geniuses for the future
supremacy of the American sciences. My father eventually pursued a doctorate in child psychology there, and I think he
promoted my candidacy to be one of the genius children. I found no mention later of this program, so I think it became a
big secret, and as the story progresses I think you'll see why.
There was going to be a war with the hypnotists, that's what I heard when I was young, this as a result of a collision with
the "criminal universe". Some people thought they were cannibals, others talked publicly about "psychic vampires". The
question was over who knew which of the dreams before consciousness was going to become reality. When I was nine, I
talked with someone in Texas who said that they had discovered that the Chinese criminals had invented themselves to
oppose us when the Texans worked with the Chinese physicists to invent their own minds and invent gravity in the
common dream reality. He asked me to remember that he had told me this, because they were all going to forget it all.
But the most telling evidence I had that this was all true was when my father in 1958 took be to meet Air Force
Intelligence. They told me that there were going to be "mind criminals", and asked me if I thought my telepathic
connection people could do something about them. Presumably the criminal minds were going to try a take over of
reality by committing crimes in our minds. I told them I thought we could do something about this.
sex education
At this point I have to explain that my life became entangled with Erica Jen, a poet and author living in northern Arizona.
There's a lot of childhood sex going on just before the formation of consciousness, and that is when the big
counterintelligence operations happen. I think this is where matter first occurs. Erica and I did our biggest hit on the
egotists screwing before consciousness in the back seat of a Chevy around 1964. I call this "the catholic joke" because
when I told a catholic what we did to them, he laughed. We inserted on them a plan to collect the damages for the crimes
they do in their life from their victims, and because of the order of events, they get nothing but a huge price on their
heads. I said "there was this crazy guy around the lab we shot who was saying to do this" and he laughed because it
sounds like a screwed up version of the catholic religion.
Erica first appeared to me in 1963, when the counterintelligence psychics were planning to meet up near Washington
DC in the fall for the Kennedy assassination. Everyone was going to try a coup or take over at that time, and we were no
different. Eventually Erica and I went along with the military's coup plan to kill the hypnotists who orchestrated the
assassination, in what ever time or nationality. I got Erica and her sister pregnant in 1974 to seal a deal with the Chinese
about the reality coup that occurs then. But I think you should ask Erica about this, she always seemed to have the big
play and a plan for everything.
These events are large in future history, but in 1975 things changed. I got a southern girl pregnant in Newton
Massachusetts that year, and she started calling the political play for the near future. She, it turned out, was the vice
president of our science telepathy organization, where Erica is the president. She was worried that the white anglo-
saxon protestants were at 15% and falling in the US, and we had to do some big political plans to remain in control of
our lives. This involved installing presidents to carry on a global anti-communist initiative and other things like that. How
many people do you need for a future plan, she can get them in her position in the religious community.
Democrat Take Over
I was being a street professor on the UC Berkeley campus about ten years ago when I heard we'd done a take over, so I
forwarded this lie to my girl friends in the space systems future, and told them we had to consolidate our coup. In an
hour they got back to me and told me we'd won. I think the lie was from our primary enemies, the retard murderers who
brag to the universe that they'd fought us in life. But a lot of people listen to them, they try to tell lies which become true
when believed generally. A few years later, I'd been blacklisted from the campus, but I was still living there on an unused
overgrown corner. During a telepathic conversation that was otherwise quite normal, I found out that my wife didn't know
the definition of an ambush, and I immediately knew what to do. She's lived among the murderers in the mind her whole
crazy life. This meant that the murderers were trying to do an ambush but didn't know what it was. So I called for an
ambush in an instantaneous action, then defined to Lark in a coded sheet to her after death future consciousness what
an ambush was. It worked, and all the murderers were killed trying to attack from their prebirth consciousness. It turned
out that the girl I know from the Andromeda galaxy had called an ambush on the same enemy mode at the same time. I
call this girl "Whom".
More About Whom and Lark
Lark is my wife by a California law called a sealed record marriage. How it all happened is in my web site
agentcounterspy.com. Lark and Whom are people who know the gods and become gods when they die. I think that may
be forever, as the telepathic physicists invented reincarnation and may have used it for key people forever. Whom and I
tried to be father and daughter in genetics, and it may have worked. She's the preeminent expert in human genetics in
our political party. Whom and Lark work together across the two galaxy symmetry between Andromeda and the Milky
Way. They both work with a lot of murderers for reasons of our genetic origins. One time in 1996, Lark and I both
discovered in the mind sciences of the future the meaning of the kind of power the murderers are after. The resulting
combat lasted two and a half minutes on my watch, Frances and Whom had organized the militaries of both galaxies. We
spent the rest of the night looking for who in the future had sent us that code, and later I realized it hadn't been a code,
but a future discovery by US and USSR mind scientists. It might have been at 10 PM on January 24, 1996.
Posted on LUMIN March 7 2010:
am a telepathic physicist counterintelligence agent run from the future of the asteroid belt. My most important operation
involves the invention of the quantum computer, an infinite analogy of the psychic mind. The occurrence of the external
interface and the formation of an infinite quantum logic engine are both single events that can be used as a weapon in
the common mental experience. I was to target this weapon by timing the release of key political information in the
invention process to cause criminals to react against the formation events. A partial exposition of my career in
counterintelligence is in my web site agentcounterspy,com.
Posted on open minds forum Feb 24 2010:
I am a psychic physicist, and I hear many rumors about the nature of reality. I think the universe acts as an infinite
quantum computer, exchanging qubits between atoms in the vanderwall's forces, and arriving at a single result in
standing wave particles. The multiple universe perception people have is because of the effect of the observer; our
minds are infinite, and live in the quantum wave state of the computation. Another effect is because man eventually
invents an infinite quantum computer within the universe's computation, and our minds have access to this information.
This computer invents life and helps man invent himself. So there's a perceived disconnect occasionally when the
computer's result differs from reality. I think man's mind lives both in the computer and in the quantum computation of
the universe.