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CHAPTER 17
ABOUT FACES
Soon after Kelly was inducted into George Bush's "Neighborhood" through
horrific sexual abuse, Bush enforced his controls on me. Our mind-control
handler, Alex Houston, had taken Kelly and me to Washington, D.C. for
separately scheduled meetings with Bush. Kelly had already been escorted by
agents to her rendezvous with him that morning, during which Lime I had been
ordered to one of U.S, Senator Robert C. Byrd's offices located in the nearby
FBI Hoover Building. There, Byrd reinforced his holds on me by claiming
control of the Justice Department and "proving" once again that I had "no
where to run and no where to hide". My horror reaction was compounded
when Byrd looked at his pocket watch and notified me in Alice in Wonderland
cryptic language, "You're late, you're late for a very important date," referring
to my meeting with Bush.
I sprinted from the Hoover Building, encountering Houston who waited just
outside. Houston hurried me to the Smithsonian where I waited for my escorts
as instructed at the "Face Changing" exhibit. This computerized exhibit
illustrates how an individual's face can take on a radically different appearance
by slightly altering any single feature.
The exhibit fascinated me as a programmed MPD since multiples often
experience the unnerving phenomena of routinely not recognizing themselves in
a mirror due to switching personalities. A multiple's face often changes slightly
with each switch, which "validates" the religious communities' perceptions of
so-called "demonic possession" in occultism. Logic quickly dispels this belief
when it is realized that everyone's expression changes according to emotion, by
skin color and tones, blood pressure, and by tightening or relaxing specific
micro muscles. An MPD's face changes are more exaggerated when these
natural conditions are combined with the results of sophisticated programming/
"Charm School" teaches subconscious control over these natural phenomena as
a ready-made disguise on government slaves such as myself, as welt as to
enhance sex slaves' "beauty" to their maximum potential. I was incapable of
thinking or logically understanding my fascination with the display, as I stood
totally enthralled, waiting for my escorts as ordered.
As the escorts approached, I was relieved to see Kelly with them. Though
she was visibly tranced and traumatized, the fact that she was alive was all I was
capable of grasping. When she saw the "Face Changing" exhibit, she excitedly
exclaimed, "Uncle George just read me a book about this!" Before I could hear
anymore, I was led away, leaving Kelly with our handler, Houston.
I was then quickly taken to Bush's Residence Office, which here-to-fore was
unfamiliar to me. Although it had slate blue, plush carpets and fine furnishings
like the White House office, lattice work and smaller rooms provided a different
air. I sat in a hard-back wooden chair as ordered, while Bush carefully
positioned himself in front of me on a little wooden footstool. This allowed me
clear visibility of the large book that he held in his lap. All illustrations faced
me, while all text except the last page was printed in the holder's direction.
This book was a unique, high tech piece of art specifically designed to enforce
Bush's favorite method of programming, "You Are What You Read". The