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appeased, that Jesus is an alien, that the Bermuda Triangle is a door to another
dimension, and that the end of the world is near. He 'religiously' carried a
Bible with him everywhere-including to occult rituals-quoting scripture like a
theologian. He justified "eating the body and drinking the blood," "being
washed in the blood," and even "murdering children" according to the story of
God testing Abraham by ordering him to murder his son, Isaac, by knife on an
alter. Jim Jones was one of Cox's idols, as was Charlie Manson, and he touted
the Jonestown massacre as a prime example of the "power of (CIA) mind
control".
Cox demanded I become a Mormon in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter
Day Saints. This was to "prove" that Satan was everywhere-particularly in the
Monroe, Louisiana Mormon church where he led occult ritual, and in the
Hendersonville, Tennessee church that the so-called Freedom Train rolled
through. 1
Cox's determination to instill his religious superstitious beliefs in me was
side-tracked by J. Bennett Johnston in his Shreveport, Louisiana office early in
the summer of 1978.
Cox's mother, Mary, had driven us to Johnston's office near Barksdale Air
Force Base as ordered. As she knocked boldly on the obscure metal door, 1
read the attached metal sign: "General Dynamics Research and Development".
A smaller sign near the doorknob read; "Unlawful to enter premises without
prior authorization. All violators will be prosecuted under penalty of federal
law."
Johnston, wearing a light blue, leisure suit and smelling strongly of body
odor, opened the door. "Well, hey Senator," Mary drawled in her backwoods
Louisiana dialect, "I brought the children to see you like you said."
Johnston looked at her with annoyed disgust. "I see that," he said matter-offactly.
He then proceeded to instruct Mary to wait outside a moment while he
talked with Cox, then to take him on to her home in Monroe where I could be
picked up at the Airport a few days later.
Cox and I were ushered into Johnston's barren military-style furnished
office. Several Presidential and military photographs hung on the wall and
served as the only decor. Johnston sat on the front of his military issue desk
and talked to Cox's subconscious mind using cryptic, hypnotic Disney Peter
Pan theme language, 3 as he apparently had done in the past when Cox had a
mind left to control.
"As long as your ticker's running, chat crock-a-dial you've been feeding
over the years will be running right behind you. (Peter) Pan knew how to stay
a step ahead of the game and stop the inevitable process of becoming gator bait
himself by offering to give him a hand now and then."
Cox dismembered his murdered victims and distributed the "Hands of
Glory" to fellow Satanists and occult traumatized/ Peter Pan theme programmed
mercenaries, while feeding "left over" body parts to an alligator that lived in the
Swamp behind his house. This was indicative of Cox's twisted, murderous
response to Johnston's traumatic Peter Pan theme programming... a
programming that I was about to experience "first hand".
Cryptically instructing Cox on Senator Byrd's orders, Johnston continued,
"I've got to hand it to that Pan. His livelihood of creating hookers for the
Captain (Hook) was indeed lucrative. And speaking of creating hookers, a little
Byrd told me that a shift from routine hand-ling to a theme that is alien could
prove lucrative to you." Revealing his intent to ensure my military mind-