Andrew Nyerere
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WORLD VISION
by Cathy OBrien
[QUOTING:]
I have a World Vision, one of peace. Reagan-appointed CIA Director William Casey told
me as we walked through the arbored rose garden of his Long Island estate in the fall of 1985.
By removing the more violent factions of societies world wide and replacing them with faithful
leaders of One World Government, and the One World Church... Casey was forming my Catholic
Jesuit mind-control-programmed understanding, Global unification is eminent. It is a beautiful
vision and it came to me in my dreams. God has moved me to move men. Ive moved them here
and Ive moved them there... now its time to RE-move them. My World Vision encompasses
the globe and puts to rest any and all tensions, strife, overpopulation, and starvation. My vision
is a World Vision, and the churches see it my way as evidenced by their support of the cause.
World Vision was/is a Jesuit-controlled organization that led churches to give them money under the
guise of spreading world peace. What they were not saying was what the money was actually funding
world peace under mind control. From experience, I know that organizations such as World Vision, the
Catholic Church, and even the U.S. Government have factions whose agenda is establishing what Hitler
termed New World Order using conditioning/mind control as their primary implementation tools. There
are those within these factions that operate on a Need to Know basis, and they Need to Know that their
minds, religion, and/or perceptions are being deliberately distorted and manipulated.
Defining the cause, Casey continued, Your heart-felt mission in Haiti has helped in my World Vision
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quest for her people to abandon hedonistic voodoo and turn their eyes to God and Godly ways. By their
own design, they have created an atmosphere of evil whereby a plague will be visited on their land. The
Lord has so moved me to move men, who share our goals, into place, and REmove those who stand in the
way of peace. It is for this reason that your mission in Haiti must be brought to a close. Baby Doc, in his
tireless devotion to saving the demonically possessed cannot bear the burden of watching his people die
the wretched death unleashed upon those doomed for hell. We are left with no alternative but to heed the
word of God and spare him from annihilation. For this reason, we will send in the missionaries
(Jesuit mercenaries) to inoculate the population with a vaccine that will spare only the good of
heart by virtue of its design. All attempts to maintain Haiti within the loop of financial gain will cease.
Tourism must be stopped for the sake of the innocents visiting a plagued land. Despite our differences,
Baby Doc has complied with the Vaticans orders to the best of his abilities in his demon-infested land, and
must resign his post. We owe it to him to transport him to safety. It is our duty as Americans and followers
of God to obey the commands of our Lord and master and enforce the World Vision. It is your duty as an
American and follower of God to instill the understanding that God has spoken, and a plague is imminent.
Baby Doc is being prepared for transition and awaits word of direction. You will provide him with the
word.
With my perceptions distorted and Catholic Jesuit-programmed understanding instilled, I was prepared
to religiously accept any and all I was told. I believed that the revolution in Haiti was a holy war,
never capable of realizing it was a test-run battle for the minds in this 4th-world country.
The devotion I felt toward the Haitian people was more than a religious understanding of these alternately
Catholic-Santeria (Voodoo) worshippers. I subconsciously recognized other tortured mind-controlled
slaves in an instant. Consciously, I now know it was due to their electric stun-gun prod marks and
plastic ever-present smiles that never quite reach their sad eyes. The children would cling to their wideeyed
mothers as they performed their tasks in robotic servitude. I had recognized these characteristics in
other slaves throughout the years, but never had I seen a whole country entranced. My compassion for the
Haitian people penetrated into the realm of the spiritual, into a part of me that mind control and manipulation
of religion could never touch.
I carry that feeling today, desperately seeking mass understanding of a plight of the Haitian people that
would cause them to vacate their home knowing they were swimming right into the hands of their handlers/
controllers, the U.S.
I am aware that Haiti was used as a mass mind-control prototype while annihilating those of lesser
breeding. Since the Catholics had joined forces with the United Nations to overtake the world through
mass mind control, the Jesuit influence on Haiti was complete. By maintaining much of the ceremony,
placing literal interpretation on eating the body and drinking the blood, and providing a mirror reversal of
good and evil, Catholicism and Voodoo, like Catholicism and the United Nations, became one in the same.
Casey and I had been walking through the garden and were guarded by more armed men than would
be the President. It wasnt that I was a threat, I couldnt even think enough to save myself. It was that
Casey and his World Vision were a threat to humanity that so many guards were needed. The men
appeared to be U.S. Secret Service according to their attire, weapons, and earphone headsets. One
guard conspicuously placed his hand to his headset and was listening as though it was remote controlled.
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He walked briskly over to Casey who signaled me to leave and an escort instantly arrived at my side
awaiting instructions.
Take her to my chambers, Casey told him. Clear her mind. I have something I need to instill.
Robotically I followed my escort into Caseys office library. The room was barren, dark, and hot, exactly
as described in a book I had been given to read in keeping with You Are What You Read programming.
It produced a sensation of having somehow stepped into the novel by insider William Diehl, Chameleon.
The scramble of my memory and reality instantly commenced.
Its warm in here, the agent said while unbuttoning my white eyelet blouse. Bill (Casey) likes to
keep it this way in case he (Casey) gets a chill and his blood runs cold. Chameleons are naturally cold
blooded. (The term Chameleon is a term used to describe spies who are expertly trained to blend into
any environment at any time, unnoticed, just as an MPD mirrors the one theyre with.) Make yourself
comfortable while I turn up the heat. Mr. Casey doesnt want to hear a peep out of you so Ill warn you
now to be silent. He deliberately triggered and activated the Jesuit-programmed part of me that believed
in my Vow of Silence. The walls have ears and the plants have eyes so your silence is tantamount to
success. Im going to leave you to reflect in Silence. Bill will be along any minute.
Had I been capable of reflecting, I would have questioned the validity of Caseys dramatic position
of religious overtones on Haitian policy. Like then President Ronald Reagan, Caseys sincerity did not
ring true considering the fruits of his labor. But then, I could not consider any more than I could reflect
and I sat in a state of what felt like suspended animation awaiting my instructions. I could not anticipate nor
dread what was about to happen as futuristic thinking was left in the hands of my controllers. Had I
realized the scramble of reality with William Diehls book, I could have predicted what happened when Bill
Casey walked in.
Casey walked over to his highly polished dark wood desk and opened the top drawer. Caseys desk
was one of the few furnishings in the large airy room. The dark polished reddish wood panelling seemed
even darker with the midnight blue carpeting curving slightly up the wall. Heavy, gothic maroon velvet
drapes blocked out the sun from the windows behind his desk.
I can see quite clearly that you have taken a Vow of Silence, Casey said, while deepening my trance
using preset triggers. Maintain it. Maintain it and Lisss..ten, he hissed. He reached into the drawer and
took out a maroon colored box, about a foot long, with a diamond embossed on its top.
I received a box quite anonymously as I do from time to time, Casey said in keeping with the book
scramble. The box has your name on it. I expected to open it and find the usual pierced chameleon and
found, instead, a weapon intended for one.
He opened the box in front of me. Inside, laying on a bed of cotton, was an elaborate rose crystalhandled
knife which I first thought was a crucifix, by its design.
My CIA/DIA MK-ULTRA Project Monarch mind control owner U.S. Senator Robert C. Byrd had
given me a crucifix of rose crystal in November of 1981 to symbolize my marriage to him and the CIA/
Jesuit Project. The knife was a replica of this cross except for the dagger running down the body of the
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weapon. My first personal meeting with Casey promised to be tortuous as I recognized Byrds brutal
participation in the ordeal.
Deeply tranced, I listened as Casey was saying, Is it a knife or a crucifix? I cant tell. Both symbolize
martyrdom as far as Im concerned. Note the rose pattern cut into the crystal. Now, I wonder who would
have sent me thisto give to you.
Even under mind control I knew, as I was supposed to, that Byrd had provided him with the knife. My
worst fears were confirmed when Casey began using Byrds hypnotic induction, In like a knife, sharp and
clean... Casey sliced through the front of my bra, exposing the area between my breasts where Byrd
routinely cut me with his pocket knife. ...Ill carve out what I want. Induction complete, Casey traumatically
attached government program to Jesuit death programming as he continued, And I want to make a
lasting impression. Ill make no bones about it... He pierced into my breastbone deeply to where I
believe I would split and did indeed split off a personality fragment. I am going to split you open and grasp
your Sacred Heart. (Sacred Heart was the Jesuit Order of the Rose to which I had been enslaved since
my Catholic Confirmation ritual at age 13.) The blood you spill is turning this crystalline cross into one of
rose. Your Sacred Heart lies beating on the altar of the Rosy Cross and I would not hesitate to sacrifice
you should you make the wrong turn. (Casey was referring to the previously instilled Spin Programming of
switching personalities upon command. Attached to the Sacred Heart death program, I felt my life literally
depended on focusing on only what I was told to do with no outside interference.) There is only one way
to insure that you stay on the straight and narrow and follow my commandments. Lisss..ten and I will make
my commands perfectly clear. Sounding like an echo, Casey commanded Enter/Inter/Inner Dimension
two. Two is the number for you. (True to voodoo belief, the number two is demonically sacred as Baby
Docs Mercedes Benz license plates read 222.)
Having accessed standard Jesuit-based infinity program, Casey instructed me and programmed me
with messages that I would deliver as though my life depended on it. You must go to the Citadel and warn
our Dominican brothers of impending doom to their neighbors in Haiti. From the Dominican side (of the
Haitian island) you will be flown to Port Au Prince where you will meet with Baby Doc (Duvalier) at his
Palace. He is already receptive to your word and knows that my words are your words and your word is
Silence. You must tell General Cedras his Order is of the Rose. (General was the title applied to
Cedras though I do not know if the title referred to his role as Haitian military leader, CIA Dominican
Republic operations leader, Jesuit instructor, or a title I was forced to use in keeping with the Chameleon
book scramble.) Casey touched the white rose in his lapel, signaling me to photographically record his
words verbatim.
When he was through programming me with his message, Casey told me As quickly as you complete
this mission you must depart Haiti, never to return again. Casey used excessive high voltage to compartmentalize
my memory until accessed. I recall being nauseated and ill from his stun gun as I departed his
Long Island compound/home via ferry with my mind-control handler Alex Houston, programmed with
messages to Cedras and Baby Doc.
Alex Houston, my CIA-appointed handler, and I traveled aboard the CIA cooperative Norwegian
Caribbean (drug) Lines as was usual when tending to covert operations in the Caribbean. Haiti had
recently been strategically dropped from the NCL itinerary as a Port of Call, but the Dominican Republic
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side of the island remained open to tourism. When Houston and I debarked the ship in Puerta Plata, we
walked past a World Vision cargo ship unloading crates at the dock. Even so, my mission was clear and
I could not think to consider the relation of its presence to the message I was about to deliver.
Religion and politics apparently mix in the Dominican Republic as evidenced by the inseparable mixture
of Catholic Missions, old forts, statues of Christopher Columbus, and Catholic Shrines. A light blue
sedan with a driver who appeared to be CIA was waiting at the dock for us. A soft ocean breeze lifted the
hem of my white, gauzy church dress as I weaved my way through the dockload of World Vision freight
to the waiting automobile. I rode silently in the back seat while the driver found a barren road that took us
to the top of the nearest mountain. As we drove past the tram that takes tourists up and down to the rustic
Citadel and Catholic Shrine at the top, Houston perpetuated the Chameleon scramble. Dually referring
to Cedras and the short donkey ride from the tram to the Citadel depicted in Diehls book, Houston
threatened to put me on the rickety tram saying, Some Jackass will see you at the top.
In the area reserved for covert activities, out of the view of tourists, I met with General Cedras in his
Citadel office. Dressed in the eerie Jesuit dark-hooded robe, Cedras completed Caseys Chameleon
book scramble scenario as we walked though the ancient structure to his office. Cedras demeanor made
him appear more militant than like a spook, despite the corny monks attire. With his hood down his
back, Cedras sharp, craggy features and darting steel blue eyes kept my full attention. I had seen him at
a monastery in Santo Domingo as ordered before, when Haiti was still being used by the CIA for Operation
Watchtower to transport Contra weapons from Cuba and cocaine. I knew from Byrd that Cedras
was a strategically placed chess-piece that the CIA, Jesuits and U.N. moved around to usher in their
New World Order.
Alone with Cedras and properly signalled, I began photographically reciting Caseys message, I have
a word of warning from the Vatican by way of the honorable and faithful William Casey. He sends word of
impending doom that is to befall your neighbors on the darkside in Haiti. Voodoo manifests itself in
mysterious ways while the way of the Lord is clear. Evil must be stopped at all costs. The cost shall be in
terms of human casualty as a plague is being visited upon the land. Those who fornicate with devils shall be
infested with the plague. Woe unto them who have stood in the path of World Peace. By Gods design the
New World Order shall come into being with or without the Haitians. All American operations in Haiti are
now destined for your ports. Your people (the CIA-UN-operated Dominicans) will flourish in peace and
prosperity while the dark side (Haiti) drowns in the blood of this holy war that they have brought upon
themselves. Close your borders swiftly and maintain guardians at the gate lest the Haitians infest your land
with their evil plague. Inoculation of the masses shall be masked in the body and the blood shall carry the
doom. As more and more Haitians turn to God in their final hour, the communion they partake will be
Satans own. With their God as the scapegoat, your Island in the Son (Sun) will be freed of the vile and
wicked. I have seen a vision, a World Vision, and it is through communion with the ancients that we have
been granted the Keys to the Kingdom to unlock the gates of hell.
(Keys to the Kingdom is reportedly Jesuit documentation of the components of world domination
through manipulating the minds of the masses. According to Jesuit programmer Bill Bennett, who intends
to manipulate the minds of religious masses as he did mine, ...At the onset of Christianity, the Apostles
compiled all the information that they had obtained from Christ and built the Holy Catholic Apostolic
Church. Christ intended it to be the One World Church thenthe truth, the light, and the way. The secrets
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were kept in the Ark of the Covenant, and passed down generation after generation. And generation after
generation Christ caused far more to be writtenthe fruits of his labors expounding on the truth. Now the
Ark has become archives, a wealth of information. This information is accessible to very few, the very few
who hold the Keys to the Kingdom.)
The holy water sent herein has the blessings of the Vatican and must be sprinkled like reign (rain) upon
the Haitians. Our god reigns, and he rains rivers of blood upon the Haitian masses and he reigns supreme
upon your mission. Your mission is clear. You serve communion and let god sort them out. Those who
serve the body of Christ are covered by the Vatican, those who serve Voodoo evil shall be covered in the
blood of their own. It is clear our god reigns. Let the games begin.
Combining the cryptic language of Cedras CIA and Jesuit operations, Casey had weaved numerous
cryptic commands into his message. Had I been inadvertently accessed, the instructions would make little
sense to those not cued to the language. Cedras was listening religiously, fully grasping the magnitude of
Caseys instructions. In the eyes of the local population the Jesuit monks baked holy communion wafers
(the body) using holy water as was tradition and distributed them throughout the churches of the
Dominican Republic and Haiti. The hidden covert agenda of the monastery, as instructed by Casey and
the UN, was to use their communion hosts as a carrier of Gods plague. With the formal message
complete I recited further instructions: The holy water with the Vaticans blessings will arrive at 1 PM
today by way of World Vision. The blood shall host the plague.
Interpretation of the final message is left to the minds of the masses who can still discern truth. My
conclusions are clear, based on conversations overheard and my experiences as a White House slave.
I was relieved to depart Cedras presence without being subjected to his usual perverse sexual brutality.
Like my owner, Senator Byrd, Cedras laughingly referred to his role at the islands Jesuit monastery
(i.e., spy training camp of the Vatican) as Head Friar, aka head fryer! To the literal interpretation of the
mind-controlled slave, Head Friar referred to high voltage being used to compartmentalize memory in
the brain. This would be someone elses job this time as my programmed trance was maintained until I
delivered Caseys message to Baby Doc Duvalier on the dark side of the Island in the Son.
Houston took me to the small CIA-operated airport at the foot of the mountain where I boarded a
small white airplane destined for Port Au Prince. When we landed the pilot walked me over to Baby
Docs Tonton guards and ordered that I be taken to the Palace. He spoke in rapid Haitian French and
lifted my symbolic rosy cross necklace for emphasis to the guards. Reinforcing my instilled belief that the
Catholic emblem would protect me, the guards treated me with the respect that apparently was reserved
for identified Jesuit spooks. I was driven by white Mercedes to the Haitian Presidential Palace. Looking
even more conspicuously out of place in contrast to stark poverty than his fleet of Mercedes, Baby Docs
Palace was decadent. I stood reverently in the foyer waiting for my arranged meeting to begin, unable to
question Baby Docs luxurious surroundings in view of the despair of starvation around him.
I had met with Baby Doc throughout the early 80s in the capacity of a Project Monarch prostitute. All
Haitian-based U.S. covert operations were run by a bed-ridden old man referred to as Ol Charlie, who
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resided at the El Presidenté Hotel until his death in the mid 80s. During my tenure as a mind-controlled
messenger and prostitute in Haiti I had been forced to attend a Voodoo ceremony for traumatization
purposes. I was ordered to perform oral sex on Baby Doc as his dark-windowed Mercedes slowly
proceeded through the crowds of Haitians on the way to the ritual. With my Haitian missions previously
established with Ol Charlie for business and Baby Doc for prostitution, my meeting Baby Doc for business
was unprecedented.
What brings you here? Baby Doc spit the words out at me in English. I had been led into his library
by three armed guards. I have no need of a Catholic -----.
Baby Docs applicable knowledge of the English language was limited by his intellect to his simple
needs. As I began delivering Caseys message a nearby aide filled the need of an interpreter.
I come in the name of peace. I have a message for you from William Casey, sanctioned by the
Vatican. The Pope is in agreement with U.S. policy in Haiti. He has seen a vision, a sign from god. The
vision is a World Vision whose people are reaching out to yours with charity in abundance. The goods and
services provided require only that the people of Haiti participate in holy communion. God will extend his
hand to anoint the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the poor through his servants of World Vision. Their
mission will separate good seed from bad and restore peace in your region. The peace that shall be visited
upon your land amongst your people is imminent, but not before the rivers run red with the blood of the
wicked. The vision is plague and your people will fall in the streets pleading for mercy and you will not be
here to hear it. The time has come for you to leave. It is gods will that you escape the plague, with
blessings from the Vatican, never to return to your homeland. Prepare for your exodus today for tomorrow
holds a promise of doom. Using your prophetic wisdom, warn the masses of impending doom and
arm them with World Vision. The vision is one of peace for those who flock to the tents and churches for
communion with god. The holy Catholic Church is your only salvation. Your destiny is clear and the
Vatican has cleared the way for your departure.
With Caseys message delivered, Baby Docs Tontons returned me to the same airplane I had left a
short time before. I flew in silence, unable to think to comprehend the magnitude of what had just transpired.
Events, to a programmed multiple-personality-disordered mind-controlled slave, are all perceived
as first and last times. Therefore, Caseys instructions that I would depart Haiti, never to return again
seemed business as usual to me. Flying over the mountains that separate Haiti from the Dominican Republic
I noticed the gentle people below bathing in the waterfalls, toilessly washing their bright clothes on the
rocks, and primitively hauling goods in the baskets balanced on their heads. An occasional goat ran across
the barren land and the children, bellies swollen, played with sticks and vines.
Those same gentle people, now infected with AIDS and subjected to mind-control horrors that traumatized
the masses, are jumping ship off their homeland in desperation. Cedras involvement in the current
Haitian demise is portrayed in a light I do not recognize. Haiti has been used up and discarded by the CIA
and Jesuits, and the United Nations peace keeping forces are in position to create a smoke-and-mirrors
illusion that change is about to occur. The only change certain to occur is the Haitians complaints will be
returned to compliance under the guise of New World Order peace. There can be no peace without
peace-of-mind and it is time the Haitians are granted the freedom they seek. Their land, once used as a
prototype for New World Order controls, can ultimately be our battleground to restore human dignity and
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morality and to take back our WORLD.
[END QUOTING OF PART 12]
Wouldnt it be nice if it could just be so? But, chelas, there is no realistic way that it can be so. Of course
before establishing the plague of AIDS upon the masses, there was a cure. However, the cure is not so
sure anymore as is evidenced by the selected few who are destined to DEATH for the silencing.
by Cathy OBrien
[QUOTING:]
I have a World Vision, one of peace. Reagan-appointed CIA Director William Casey told
me as we walked through the arbored rose garden of his Long Island estate in the fall of 1985.
By removing the more violent factions of societies world wide and replacing them with faithful
leaders of One World Government, and the One World Church... Casey was forming my Catholic
Jesuit mind-control-programmed understanding, Global unification is eminent. It is a beautiful
vision and it came to me in my dreams. God has moved me to move men. Ive moved them here
and Ive moved them there... now its time to RE-move them. My World Vision encompasses
the globe and puts to rest any and all tensions, strife, overpopulation, and starvation. My vision
is a World Vision, and the churches see it my way as evidenced by their support of the cause.
World Vision was/is a Jesuit-controlled organization that led churches to give them money under the
guise of spreading world peace. What they were not saying was what the money was actually funding
world peace under mind control. From experience, I know that organizations such as World Vision, the
Catholic Church, and even the U.S. Government have factions whose agenda is establishing what Hitler
termed New World Order using conditioning/mind control as their primary implementation tools. There
are those within these factions that operate on a Need to Know basis, and they Need to Know that their
minds, religion, and/or perceptions are being deliberately distorted and manipulated.
Defining the cause, Casey continued, Your heart-felt mission in Haiti has helped in my World Vision
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quest for her people to abandon hedonistic voodoo and turn their eyes to God and Godly ways. By their
own design, they have created an atmosphere of evil whereby a plague will be visited on their land. The
Lord has so moved me to move men, who share our goals, into place, and REmove those who stand in the
way of peace. It is for this reason that your mission in Haiti must be brought to a close. Baby Doc, in his
tireless devotion to saving the demonically possessed cannot bear the burden of watching his people die
the wretched death unleashed upon those doomed for hell. We are left with no alternative but to heed the
word of God and spare him from annihilation. For this reason, we will send in the missionaries
(Jesuit mercenaries) to inoculate the population with a vaccine that will spare only the good of
heart by virtue of its design. All attempts to maintain Haiti within the loop of financial gain will cease.
Tourism must be stopped for the sake of the innocents visiting a plagued land. Despite our differences,
Baby Doc has complied with the Vaticans orders to the best of his abilities in his demon-infested land, and
must resign his post. We owe it to him to transport him to safety. It is our duty as Americans and followers
of God to obey the commands of our Lord and master and enforce the World Vision. It is your duty as an
American and follower of God to instill the understanding that God has spoken, and a plague is imminent.
Baby Doc is being prepared for transition and awaits word of direction. You will provide him with the
word.
With my perceptions distorted and Catholic Jesuit-programmed understanding instilled, I was prepared
to religiously accept any and all I was told. I believed that the revolution in Haiti was a holy war,
never capable of realizing it was a test-run battle for the minds in this 4th-world country.
The devotion I felt toward the Haitian people was more than a religious understanding of these alternately
Catholic-Santeria (Voodoo) worshippers. I subconsciously recognized other tortured mind-controlled
slaves in an instant. Consciously, I now know it was due to their electric stun-gun prod marks and
plastic ever-present smiles that never quite reach their sad eyes. The children would cling to their wideeyed
mothers as they performed their tasks in robotic servitude. I had recognized these characteristics in
other slaves throughout the years, but never had I seen a whole country entranced. My compassion for the
Haitian people penetrated into the realm of the spiritual, into a part of me that mind control and manipulation
of religion could never touch.
I carry that feeling today, desperately seeking mass understanding of a plight of the Haitian people that
would cause them to vacate their home knowing they were swimming right into the hands of their handlers/
controllers, the U.S.
I am aware that Haiti was used as a mass mind-control prototype while annihilating those of lesser
breeding. Since the Catholics had joined forces with the United Nations to overtake the world through
mass mind control, the Jesuit influence on Haiti was complete. By maintaining much of the ceremony,
placing literal interpretation on eating the body and drinking the blood, and providing a mirror reversal of
good and evil, Catholicism and Voodoo, like Catholicism and the United Nations, became one in the same.
Casey and I had been walking through the garden and were guarded by more armed men than would
be the President. It wasnt that I was a threat, I couldnt even think enough to save myself. It was that
Casey and his World Vision were a threat to humanity that so many guards were needed. The men
appeared to be U.S. Secret Service according to their attire, weapons, and earphone headsets. One
guard conspicuously placed his hand to his headset and was listening as though it was remote controlled.
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He walked briskly over to Casey who signaled me to leave and an escort instantly arrived at my side
awaiting instructions.
Take her to my chambers, Casey told him. Clear her mind. I have something I need to instill.
Robotically I followed my escort into Caseys office library. The room was barren, dark, and hot, exactly
as described in a book I had been given to read in keeping with You Are What You Read programming.
It produced a sensation of having somehow stepped into the novel by insider William Diehl, Chameleon.
The scramble of my memory and reality instantly commenced.
Its warm in here, the agent said while unbuttoning my white eyelet blouse. Bill (Casey) likes to
keep it this way in case he (Casey) gets a chill and his blood runs cold. Chameleons are naturally cold
blooded. (The term Chameleon is a term used to describe spies who are expertly trained to blend into
any environment at any time, unnoticed, just as an MPD mirrors the one theyre with.) Make yourself
comfortable while I turn up the heat. Mr. Casey doesnt want to hear a peep out of you so Ill warn you
now to be silent. He deliberately triggered and activated the Jesuit-programmed part of me that believed
in my Vow of Silence. The walls have ears and the plants have eyes so your silence is tantamount to
success. Im going to leave you to reflect in Silence. Bill will be along any minute.
Had I been capable of reflecting, I would have questioned the validity of Caseys dramatic position
of religious overtones on Haitian policy. Like then President Ronald Reagan, Caseys sincerity did not
ring true considering the fruits of his labor. But then, I could not consider any more than I could reflect
and I sat in a state of what felt like suspended animation awaiting my instructions. I could not anticipate nor
dread what was about to happen as futuristic thinking was left in the hands of my controllers. Had I
realized the scramble of reality with William Diehls book, I could have predicted what happened when Bill
Casey walked in.
Casey walked over to his highly polished dark wood desk and opened the top drawer. Caseys desk
was one of the few furnishings in the large airy room. The dark polished reddish wood panelling seemed
even darker with the midnight blue carpeting curving slightly up the wall. Heavy, gothic maroon velvet
drapes blocked out the sun from the windows behind his desk.
I can see quite clearly that you have taken a Vow of Silence, Casey said, while deepening my trance
using preset triggers. Maintain it. Maintain it and Lisss..ten, he hissed. He reached into the drawer and
took out a maroon colored box, about a foot long, with a diamond embossed on its top.
I received a box quite anonymously as I do from time to time, Casey said in keeping with the book
scramble. The box has your name on it. I expected to open it and find the usual pierced chameleon and
found, instead, a weapon intended for one.
He opened the box in front of me. Inside, laying on a bed of cotton, was an elaborate rose crystalhandled
knife which I first thought was a crucifix, by its design.
My CIA/DIA MK-ULTRA Project Monarch mind control owner U.S. Senator Robert C. Byrd had
given me a crucifix of rose crystal in November of 1981 to symbolize my marriage to him and the CIA/
Jesuit Project. The knife was a replica of this cross except for the dagger running down the body of the
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weapon. My first personal meeting with Casey promised to be tortuous as I recognized Byrds brutal
participation in the ordeal.
Deeply tranced, I listened as Casey was saying, Is it a knife or a crucifix? I cant tell. Both symbolize
martyrdom as far as Im concerned. Note the rose pattern cut into the crystal. Now, I wonder who would
have sent me thisto give to you.
Even under mind control I knew, as I was supposed to, that Byrd had provided him with the knife. My
worst fears were confirmed when Casey began using Byrds hypnotic induction, In like a knife, sharp and
clean... Casey sliced through the front of my bra, exposing the area between my breasts where Byrd
routinely cut me with his pocket knife. ...Ill carve out what I want. Induction complete, Casey traumatically
attached government program to Jesuit death programming as he continued, And I want to make a
lasting impression. Ill make no bones about it... He pierced into my breastbone deeply to where I
believe I would split and did indeed split off a personality fragment. I am going to split you open and grasp
your Sacred Heart. (Sacred Heart was the Jesuit Order of the Rose to which I had been enslaved since
my Catholic Confirmation ritual at age 13.) The blood you spill is turning this crystalline cross into one of
rose. Your Sacred Heart lies beating on the altar of the Rosy Cross and I would not hesitate to sacrifice
you should you make the wrong turn. (Casey was referring to the previously instilled Spin Programming of
switching personalities upon command. Attached to the Sacred Heart death program, I felt my life literally
depended on focusing on only what I was told to do with no outside interference.) There is only one way
to insure that you stay on the straight and narrow and follow my commandments. Lisss..ten and I will make
my commands perfectly clear. Sounding like an echo, Casey commanded Enter/Inter/Inner Dimension
two. Two is the number for you. (True to voodoo belief, the number two is demonically sacred as Baby
Docs Mercedes Benz license plates read 222.)
Having accessed standard Jesuit-based infinity program, Casey instructed me and programmed me
with messages that I would deliver as though my life depended on it. You must go to the Citadel and warn
our Dominican brothers of impending doom to their neighbors in Haiti. From the Dominican side (of the
Haitian island) you will be flown to Port Au Prince where you will meet with Baby Doc (Duvalier) at his
Palace. He is already receptive to your word and knows that my words are your words and your word is
Silence. You must tell General Cedras his Order is of the Rose. (General was the title applied to
Cedras though I do not know if the title referred to his role as Haitian military leader, CIA Dominican
Republic operations leader, Jesuit instructor, or a title I was forced to use in keeping with the Chameleon
book scramble.) Casey touched the white rose in his lapel, signaling me to photographically record his
words verbatim.
When he was through programming me with his message, Casey told me As quickly as you complete
this mission you must depart Haiti, never to return again. Casey used excessive high voltage to compartmentalize
my memory until accessed. I recall being nauseated and ill from his stun gun as I departed his
Long Island compound/home via ferry with my mind-control handler Alex Houston, programmed with
messages to Cedras and Baby Doc.
Alex Houston, my CIA-appointed handler, and I traveled aboard the CIA cooperative Norwegian
Caribbean (drug) Lines as was usual when tending to covert operations in the Caribbean. Haiti had
recently been strategically dropped from the NCL itinerary as a Port of Call, but the Dominican Republic
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side of the island remained open to tourism. When Houston and I debarked the ship in Puerta Plata, we
walked past a World Vision cargo ship unloading crates at the dock. Even so, my mission was clear and
I could not think to consider the relation of its presence to the message I was about to deliver.
Religion and politics apparently mix in the Dominican Republic as evidenced by the inseparable mixture
of Catholic Missions, old forts, statues of Christopher Columbus, and Catholic Shrines. A light blue
sedan with a driver who appeared to be CIA was waiting at the dock for us. A soft ocean breeze lifted the
hem of my white, gauzy church dress as I weaved my way through the dockload of World Vision freight
to the waiting automobile. I rode silently in the back seat while the driver found a barren road that took us
to the top of the nearest mountain. As we drove past the tram that takes tourists up and down to the rustic
Citadel and Catholic Shrine at the top, Houston perpetuated the Chameleon scramble. Dually referring
to Cedras and the short donkey ride from the tram to the Citadel depicted in Diehls book, Houston
threatened to put me on the rickety tram saying, Some Jackass will see you at the top.
In the area reserved for covert activities, out of the view of tourists, I met with General Cedras in his
Citadel office. Dressed in the eerie Jesuit dark-hooded robe, Cedras completed Caseys Chameleon
book scramble scenario as we walked though the ancient structure to his office. Cedras demeanor made
him appear more militant than like a spook, despite the corny monks attire. With his hood down his
back, Cedras sharp, craggy features and darting steel blue eyes kept my full attention. I had seen him at
a monastery in Santo Domingo as ordered before, when Haiti was still being used by the CIA for Operation
Watchtower to transport Contra weapons from Cuba and cocaine. I knew from Byrd that Cedras
was a strategically placed chess-piece that the CIA, Jesuits and U.N. moved around to usher in their
New World Order.
Alone with Cedras and properly signalled, I began photographically reciting Caseys message, I have
a word of warning from the Vatican by way of the honorable and faithful William Casey. He sends word of
impending doom that is to befall your neighbors on the darkside in Haiti. Voodoo manifests itself in
mysterious ways while the way of the Lord is clear. Evil must be stopped at all costs. The cost shall be in
terms of human casualty as a plague is being visited upon the land. Those who fornicate with devils shall be
infested with the plague. Woe unto them who have stood in the path of World Peace. By Gods design the
New World Order shall come into being with or without the Haitians. All American operations in Haiti are
now destined for your ports. Your people (the CIA-UN-operated Dominicans) will flourish in peace and
prosperity while the dark side (Haiti) drowns in the blood of this holy war that they have brought upon
themselves. Close your borders swiftly and maintain guardians at the gate lest the Haitians infest your land
with their evil plague. Inoculation of the masses shall be masked in the body and the blood shall carry the
doom. As more and more Haitians turn to God in their final hour, the communion they partake will be
Satans own. With their God as the scapegoat, your Island in the Son (Sun) will be freed of the vile and
wicked. I have seen a vision, a World Vision, and it is through communion with the ancients that we have
been granted the Keys to the Kingdom to unlock the gates of hell.
(Keys to the Kingdom is reportedly Jesuit documentation of the components of world domination
through manipulating the minds of the masses. According to Jesuit programmer Bill Bennett, who intends
to manipulate the minds of religious masses as he did mine, ...At the onset of Christianity, the Apostles
compiled all the information that they had obtained from Christ and built the Holy Catholic Apostolic
Church. Christ intended it to be the One World Church thenthe truth, the light, and the way. The secrets
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were kept in the Ark of the Covenant, and passed down generation after generation. And generation after
generation Christ caused far more to be writtenthe fruits of his labors expounding on the truth. Now the
Ark has become archives, a wealth of information. This information is accessible to very few, the very few
who hold the Keys to the Kingdom.)
The holy water sent herein has the blessings of the Vatican and must be sprinkled like reign (rain) upon
the Haitians. Our god reigns, and he rains rivers of blood upon the Haitian masses and he reigns supreme
upon your mission. Your mission is clear. You serve communion and let god sort them out. Those who
serve the body of Christ are covered by the Vatican, those who serve Voodoo evil shall be covered in the
blood of their own. It is clear our god reigns. Let the games begin.
Combining the cryptic language of Cedras CIA and Jesuit operations, Casey had weaved numerous
cryptic commands into his message. Had I been inadvertently accessed, the instructions would make little
sense to those not cued to the language. Cedras was listening religiously, fully grasping the magnitude of
Caseys instructions. In the eyes of the local population the Jesuit monks baked holy communion wafers
(the body) using holy water as was tradition and distributed them throughout the churches of the
Dominican Republic and Haiti. The hidden covert agenda of the monastery, as instructed by Casey and
the UN, was to use their communion hosts as a carrier of Gods plague. With the formal message
complete I recited further instructions: The holy water with the Vaticans blessings will arrive at 1 PM
today by way of World Vision. The blood shall host the plague.
Interpretation of the final message is left to the minds of the masses who can still discern truth. My
conclusions are clear, based on conversations overheard and my experiences as a White House slave.
I was relieved to depart Cedras presence without being subjected to his usual perverse sexual brutality.
Like my owner, Senator Byrd, Cedras laughingly referred to his role at the islands Jesuit monastery
(i.e., spy training camp of the Vatican) as Head Friar, aka head fryer! To the literal interpretation of the
mind-controlled slave, Head Friar referred to high voltage being used to compartmentalize memory in
the brain. This would be someone elses job this time as my programmed trance was maintained until I
delivered Caseys message to Baby Doc Duvalier on the dark side of the Island in the Son.
Houston took me to the small CIA-operated airport at the foot of the mountain where I boarded a
small white airplane destined for Port Au Prince. When we landed the pilot walked me over to Baby
Docs Tonton guards and ordered that I be taken to the Palace. He spoke in rapid Haitian French and
lifted my symbolic rosy cross necklace for emphasis to the guards. Reinforcing my instilled belief that the
Catholic emblem would protect me, the guards treated me with the respect that apparently was reserved
for identified Jesuit spooks. I was driven by white Mercedes to the Haitian Presidential Palace. Looking
even more conspicuously out of place in contrast to stark poverty than his fleet of Mercedes, Baby Docs
Palace was decadent. I stood reverently in the foyer waiting for my arranged meeting to begin, unable to
question Baby Docs luxurious surroundings in view of the despair of starvation around him.
I had met with Baby Doc throughout the early 80s in the capacity of a Project Monarch prostitute. All
Haitian-based U.S. covert operations were run by a bed-ridden old man referred to as Ol Charlie, who
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resided at the El Presidenté Hotel until his death in the mid 80s. During my tenure as a mind-controlled
messenger and prostitute in Haiti I had been forced to attend a Voodoo ceremony for traumatization
purposes. I was ordered to perform oral sex on Baby Doc as his dark-windowed Mercedes slowly
proceeded through the crowds of Haitians on the way to the ritual. With my Haitian missions previously
established with Ol Charlie for business and Baby Doc for prostitution, my meeting Baby Doc for business
was unprecedented.
What brings you here? Baby Doc spit the words out at me in English. I had been led into his library
by three armed guards. I have no need of a Catholic -----.
Baby Docs applicable knowledge of the English language was limited by his intellect to his simple
needs. As I began delivering Caseys message a nearby aide filled the need of an interpreter.
I come in the name of peace. I have a message for you from William Casey, sanctioned by the
Vatican. The Pope is in agreement with U.S. policy in Haiti. He has seen a vision, a sign from god. The
vision is a World Vision whose people are reaching out to yours with charity in abundance. The goods and
services provided require only that the people of Haiti participate in holy communion. God will extend his
hand to anoint the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the poor through his servants of World Vision. Their
mission will separate good seed from bad and restore peace in your region. The peace that shall be visited
upon your land amongst your people is imminent, but not before the rivers run red with the blood of the
wicked. The vision is plague and your people will fall in the streets pleading for mercy and you will not be
here to hear it. The time has come for you to leave. It is gods will that you escape the plague, with
blessings from the Vatican, never to return to your homeland. Prepare for your exodus today for tomorrow
holds a promise of doom. Using your prophetic wisdom, warn the masses of impending doom and
arm them with World Vision. The vision is one of peace for those who flock to the tents and churches for
communion with god. The holy Catholic Church is your only salvation. Your destiny is clear and the
Vatican has cleared the way for your departure.
With Caseys message delivered, Baby Docs Tontons returned me to the same airplane I had left a
short time before. I flew in silence, unable to think to comprehend the magnitude of what had just transpired.
Events, to a programmed multiple-personality-disordered mind-controlled slave, are all perceived
as first and last times. Therefore, Caseys instructions that I would depart Haiti, never to return again
seemed business as usual to me. Flying over the mountains that separate Haiti from the Dominican Republic
I noticed the gentle people below bathing in the waterfalls, toilessly washing their bright clothes on the
rocks, and primitively hauling goods in the baskets balanced on their heads. An occasional goat ran across
the barren land and the children, bellies swollen, played with sticks and vines.
Those same gentle people, now infected with AIDS and subjected to mind-control horrors that traumatized
the masses, are jumping ship off their homeland in desperation. Cedras involvement in the current
Haitian demise is portrayed in a light I do not recognize. Haiti has been used up and discarded by the CIA
and Jesuits, and the United Nations peace keeping forces are in position to create a smoke-and-mirrors
illusion that change is about to occur. The only change certain to occur is the Haitians complaints will be
returned to compliance under the guise of New World Order peace. There can be no peace without
peace-of-mind and it is time the Haitians are granted the freedom they seek. Their land, once used as a
prototype for New World Order controls, can ultimately be our battleground to restore human dignity and
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morality and to take back our WORLD.
[END QUOTING OF PART 12]
Wouldnt it be nice if it could just be so? But, chelas, there is no realistic way that it can be so. Of course
before establishing the plague of AIDS upon the masses, there was a cure. However, the cure is not so
sure anymore as is evidenced by the selected few who are destined to DEATH for the silencing.
