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Control slaves were routinely abused there to fulfill the primary purpose of the
club: purveying perversion.
Bohemian Grove is reportedly intended to be used recreationally, providing
a supposedly secure environment for politically affluent individuals to "party"
without restraint. The only business conducted there pertained to implementing
the New World Order, through the proliferation of mind-control atrocities,
giving the place an air of "Masonic Secrecy". The only room where business
discussions were permitted was the small, dark lounge affectionately and
appropriately referred to as the Underground. 2
Sex slaves were not routinely permitted in the Underground for security
reasons, leaving the lounge's small stage as the only source of "entertainment".
This entertainment ranged from would-be talents such as Lee Atwater, Bill
Clinton, and George Bush to CIA Operative entertainers such as Boxcar Willie
and Lee Greenwood, On one occasion I was instructed to meet with former
President Gerald Ford in the Underground where Lee Atwater was picking and
singing. As I waited through the smoke-filled room to Ford's table, Atwater
interrupted his song to cryptically acknowledge my unwelcome presence by
singing choruses of "Over the Rainbow" and Byrd's song for me "Country
Roads" while emphasizing the lines of "Almost heaven, West Virginia".
My purpose at the Grove was sexual in nature, and therefore my perceptions
were limited to a sex slave's viewpoint. As an effective means of control to
ensure undetected proliferation of their perverse indulgences, slaves such as
myself were subjected to ritualistic trauma. I knew each breath I took could be
my last, as the threat of death lurked in every shadow. Slaves of advancing age
or with failing programming were sacrificially murdered "at random" in the
wooded grounds of Bohemian Grave, and I fell it was "simply a matter of time
until it would be me". Rituals were held at a giant, concrete owl monument on
the banks of, ironically enough, the Russian (rushin') River. These occultish
sex rituals stemmed from the scientific belief that mind-controlled slaves
required severe trauma to ensure compartmentalization of the memory, and not
from any spiritual motivation.
My own threat of death was instilled when I witnessed the sacrificial death
of a young, dark-haired victim at which time I was instructed to perform
sexually "as though my life depended upon it". I was told, "...the next sacrifice
victim could be you. Anytime when you least expect it, the owl will consume
you. Prepare yourself, and stay prepared." Being "prepared" equated to being
totally suggestible, i.e., "on my toes" awaiting their command.
After returning to Tennessee, Houston attempted to distort my Bohemian
Grove experience by instructing me to "prepare myself for imminent death".
He ordered me into a bathtub of cold water, placed ice cubes in my vagina, then
transferred me to his bed. There he tied a coroner's type tag on my toe, and
hypnotically deepened my trance to the point where my heart and breathing
were nearly stopped. Then he gratified himself on my cold, still body through
faux necrophilia—reportedly one of his favorite perversions. Houston had
"perfected" his perversion to the extent that he handed the keys to my deathstate
programming to Lt. Col. Michael Aquino for use in Reagan's Hands-On
Mind-Control Demonstrations. My death-state also further equipped me in my
role of "anything, anytime, anywhere with anyone" to be accessed at Bohemian
Grove.
The club offered a "Necrophilia" theme room to its members. I was so
heavily drugged and programmed when used in the "necrophilia" room, that the