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control programming, Johnston told him, "I'll lay a little groundwork and set
the patten for countdown. Then I'll send her out to launch for you, and it's
your job to man the craft from there..."
Cox was ordered out of Johnston's office, and he turned his full attention to
me. When alone with the Senator, Johnston manipulated my mind, and
ultimately my beliefs and perceptions, for future programming. He referred to
a picture of himself shaking hands with unknown Navy brass as he dramatically
told me, "I was there that fateful day in 1943 when a hole was ripped in the
fabric of time through what later became known as the Philadelphia
Experiment. All those fine boys vanished along with their ship in a bizarre
twist of events that parallels the Atlantis disappearances. A vortex was created
in an effort to slip dimensions and become invisible to the enemy. It was a
success beyond the highest expectations and launched us all into universal
travel. It is no wonder at all that we have had a man on the moon. Traveling
to distant planets and galaxies is Mickey Mouse stuff in comparison to the high
tech wizardry of trans-dimensional travel. Trans-dimensional travel
circumvents all measures of time, including distance and speed. When the
fabric of time was torn, we opened ourselves up to intergalactic travel—both in
and out of this dimension - and in and out of the future, as well as the past. We
can alter the course of history by traveling back in time to alter events, or we
can blast off into the future and gain wisdom and knowledge of events yet to
come. We can control the future by controlling the past. At present, this is a
relatively easy task according to the theory of relativity and abilities gained
through the Philadelphia Experiment. I came back an ET (extraterrestrial)
myself. And our ship relumed to this Earth as a spaceship. 3 I gained the keys
to the universe on that fateful day, and I carry them with me now, sharing only
a Key or two at a time with those who are Chosen. You are a Chosen One
(Johnston was deliberately interfacing with Rite to Remain Silent conditioning),
and therefore must learn the ins and outs of interplanetary travel. Your mission
is trans-dimensional. You can span infinite dimensions by learning from me.
Take it from me, you're going places, kid. And I'll teach you to get there by
riding the light. I'll teach you the groundwork, and you do the light work. The
key to the universe lies in the speed of light. The only way to travel is by beam
of light. You will learn to go to the light... Your mission is to learn how to
Tinker with time. I'm going to take you on that journey myself. Come with
me now. It's time we were leaving this plane and boarding another."
Johnston took me the short distance from his General Dynamics Corporation
provided office to the Barksdale Air Force Base airfield. He was apparently
well known at Barksdale, and a small cargo plane was ready to lake us to our
destination-Tinker Air Force Base in Oklahoma.
Once we were airborne, Johnston accessed my sex programmed personalities
for his own aggressive perversion. His use of cocaine further accentuated his
hyperactive demeanor as he brutally slung me around the back of the small
plane while he had sex with me. At one point the pilot hollered from the
cockpit "Hey, you're creating turbulence. Knock it off, will you."
Johnston laughed and responded, "What the fuck do you think I'm doing?"
By the time we arrived at Tinker A.F.B., my arm was beginning to show a
dark bruise that extended from my shoulder to my elbow. A uniformed man
greeted us as we walked across the airfield. Johnston apparently knew him
quite well, and referred to him as "Cap'n" (which tied in with the Peter Pan