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what might happen to any of the people I was with. I had hypnotic variety I was still preferring to back away<br />

to fight out of the state, from the real world into euphoric fantasies of associative<br />

This period, the day of the 2nd, marked a period of thought. Dr. Spiegel profiled me to determine whether I<br />

transition. As I summoned the effort to fight out of the was a hypnotisable "object" or not. He came to the<br />

first layer of programming, the level on which I had been conclusion that I wasn't, and, because of my fearful<br />

programmed to carry out specific instructions, "Plan reactions to the process, decided that I was a paranoid<br />

'A'." schizophrenic. He, like Dr. Samuelly, did not consider<br />

I came out not into reality but into other layers of remission likely, but he at least prescribed rest and<br />

programming which had been set up to ensure that I relaxation rather than hospitalization as the curative<br />

would become a self-perpetuating mental zombie, method, if remission was to be achieved.<br />

absorbing information from the outside into the various During that period of "rest and relaxation," between<br />

other layers of programmed information that had been the sixth and tenth of January, I was able to make selfbuilt<br />

on top of my self-conscious mental apparatus, conscious use of the efforts others had made between the<br />

"No sell can rat" sent me into the mental horror of the visits to Samuelly and Spiegel.<br />

"infinite loop"; my mind was programmed to program I concentrated on recovering control of my senses. I<br />

itself. Yet I had one instruction in that state which was went through the exercise schedule that had been<br />

preplanted for recovery at the onset of the infinite loop. I developed on at least two days, and began to regain selfhad<br />

been programmed _ith three telephone numbers, conscious control of my breathing and vision, etc. I ate<br />

one in New York, one in Glasgow and one in London. well and often, thanks to the sacrifices of Labour<br />

<strong>The</strong> New York telephone number, as it transpired, was Committee members (at the time I was under the<br />

the Red Squad number; the name of Detective Finnegan mistaken impression that our fund-raising work was<br />

sprang to my mind--even though I had never had proceeding well!). I plunged with enthusiasm into the<br />

dealings with either that department or its officers up to early piano sonatas of Beethoven, concentrating this<br />

that point. Except my recollection that early in the time on the development and maturation of that commorning<br />

of the 31st'I had met one Detective Finch. poser's creative powers, on his Promethean, i.e. selfconsciously<br />

human, worldview. I began to relate to<br />

Those numbers were my last programmed instructions, other people in a real way, to take note of things that<br />

My remission was now a question which, even with all were going on around me, to cook, to wash dishes --<br />

the expert help in the world, I could only settle for even to wash myself regularly again!<br />

myself. I had to choose between a life of associative <strong>The</strong>n .a third kind of evidence trom the<br />

fantasy derived either euphorically, or depressively from "deprogramming" suggests the approximate length of<br />

time that would have been needed to prepare me for the<br />

whatever input others made, and linked in part to earlier<br />

task. I had to have been taught German and a bit of<br />

phases ofthebrainwashing/operation, or I could become Russian. I had to have been programmed with the<br />

a self-conscious human being acting in and on a real various keys and codes. Other evidence, now on tape but<br />

world, populated by other real people, irrelevant for these purposes, demonstrates that a full<br />

That choice was the most difficult of all to make. For<br />

treatment of retrogressive psychoanalysis, with torture,<br />

several days I actually mounted a rearguard struggle to<br />

maintain the joys of my own "private" fantasies. No electro-shock, drugs, hypnosis, was necessary. In effect,<br />

to prepare one functional psychotic with the capability to<br />

admission was too degraded for me to make, no lie too run around New York to deliver a garbled message to<br />

big to be told. Truth and fantasy became mixed in an Marcus, make two phone calls, and then prepare the<br />

infernal kaliedoscope as Lyn, my wife and other friends "infinite loop" eight-level program in case plan 'A' did<br />

lovingly tried to wean me from my dreams. <strong>The</strong>y connot<br />

work out, would have taken something like three to<br />

centrated on ending the dissociation which my four hours a day over three months.<br />

programmers had inflicted on my body and mind. <strong>The</strong>y <strong>The</strong>re is no place that could have been done, except<br />

encouraged me to relax. <strong>The</strong>y showed me how I could the North London slum school, Sir William Collins, in<br />

see, hear, taste and smell again, they developed physical Camden Town's Charrington Street, London NW1. That<br />

exercises so I could renew self-conscious control of my school exists, and even without this business should be<br />

bodily functions and movements, closed down; it is in the vanguard of government<br />

Yet even by Saturday 6th of January, when we had an counterinsurgency organising of working-class youth.<br />

appointment with a second psychiatrist, a Dr. Herbert But let's leave that aside for the moment. Brainwashing<br />

Spiegel -- who is a well-known expert in military was not carried out on the school premises, but over the<br />

psychological warfare of the "Manchurian candidate" road in a derelict housing area, there Irish and Scottish<br />

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