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metal buildings that looked like mini-warehouses. While the cocaine was<br />
unloaded in<strong>to</strong> a warehouse, Cox and I were taken by car <strong>to</strong> a nearby grey s<strong>to</strong>ne<br />
hold. The driver led us upstairs, and knocked on the Penthouse door.<br />
"Yeah," a voice answered,<br />
"I got a Tinker-belle and a Peter Pan here <strong>to</strong> see you, Sir," the driver called.<br />
"Send 'em in." Cox and I walked in<strong>to</strong> the suite where then Governor of<br />
Arkansas Bill Clint cm was shuffling through a briefcase. Clin<strong>to</strong>n and Johns<strong>to</strong>n<br />
were cohorts in illegal covert operations that emanated from Tinker Air Force<br />
Base.<br />
Cox spoke up. "Sena<strong>to</strong>r Johns<strong>to</strong>n said a little (Sena<strong>to</strong>r) Byrd <strong>to</strong>ld him that<br />
you are one of Ours."'<br />
"So what does that make you?" Clin<strong>to</strong>n asked impatiently.<br />
"A Chosen One," Cox nodded his head <strong>to</strong>ward me.<br />
Clin<strong>to</strong>n asked me, "Chosen by whose order?"<br />
I cryptically delivered the proper coded response, which cued Clin<strong>to</strong>n <strong>to</strong><br />
proceed. "What brings you here?" he demanded.<br />
Interpreting his question literally as is "natural" for programmed MPD/DID<br />
slaves, I answered, "I rode the light, Sir."<br />
Clin<strong>to</strong>n rolled his eyes, and looked back over at Cox who was nervously<br />
rocking back and forth as he so often did. "State your business," Clin<strong>to</strong>n<br />
ordered.<br />
"Uh," Cox cleared his throat, habitually picked his nose as he rocked back<br />
and forth and said, "Well, uh..." Clin<strong>to</strong>n looked disgusted.<br />
"Get him the fuck out of here!" he ordered the driver. Cox was immediately<br />
escorted out,<br />
"That's better," Clin<strong>to</strong>n said. Using standard Jesuit hand signals and cryptic<br />
language, he triggered/switched me and accessed a previously programmed<br />
message.<br />
"Sena<strong>to</strong>r Johns<strong>to</strong>n sent me <strong>to</strong> give this <strong>to</strong> you." I handed Clin<strong>to</strong>n a thin,<br />
large brown envelope, "And I have some fairy dust guaranteed <strong>to</strong> make you fly<br />
high." I <strong>to</strong>ok the personal stash of cocaine that Johns<strong>to</strong>n was sharing with<br />
Clin<strong>to</strong>n from my pocket.<br />
Clin<strong>to</strong>n snorted two lines of the coke immediately. He smiled. "Tell Ben<br />
I'm impressed." He showed me <strong>to</strong> the door.<br />
The severe <strong>to</strong>rture and mind-control programming that I was enduring at<br />
Tinker Air Force Base had prepared me for this simple "mission" and many<br />
others. Although Cox's out-of-control occult serial killings polyfragmented my<br />
multiple personalities as intended by Byrd, it was Johns<strong>to</strong>n's alien theme mind<br />
conditioning that locked me in<strong>to</strong> absolute robotic helplessness. After all, had I<br />
been capable of rationalizing, I would nave found that the thought of<br />
interdimensional travel and aliens was no more bizarre <strong>to</strong> me that Cox's<br />
murderous actions or having found out pornography king Jerry Ford held the<br />
office of President.<br />
When my daughter, Kelly, was born in February of 1980, Cox's former<br />
employer. Jack Greene, traveled <strong>to</strong> Louisiana <strong>to</strong> meet with me in keeping with<br />
his role as Nashville's CIA Freedom Train "conduc<strong>to</strong>r". He <strong>to</strong>ok me aside and<br />
explained that since Cox had fulfilled his (genetic) role in producing Kelly,<br />
Sena<strong>to</strong>r Byrd had ordered me back <strong>to</strong> Nashville. Greene talked at length,<br />
hypnotically reviving my original programmed "obsession" <strong>to</strong> move <strong>to</strong><br />
Nashville. He <strong>to</strong>ld me that Cox had proven <strong>to</strong>o insane <strong>to</strong> follow orders<br />
anymore as was evidenced by my extremely poor health (much of my hair bad