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"You say someone is trying to kill you. Why?" Mark asked. I could not
think to answer. I was totally amnesic. All three of us were now in grave
jeopardy, literally dodging bullets while I desperately sought the answers. How
could I have requested help when I did not even know who and/or what I was
running from? Somewhere inside were the answers, and I intended to uncover
them all. Fast. Now there were three lives on the line.
Mark understood that safety was tantamount to memory recovery. At the
same time, none of us could be safe until I could recall who and what we were
up against. Mark quickly sold everything he owned, including his DeLorean,
retaining only basic necessities. He also sold the motor home which had been
awarded me in my divorce from Alex Houston. Using these funds, Mark took
Kelly and me to the peaceful wilderness of Alaska.
February 4, 1988 marked the beginning of life for Kelly and me, free from
our mind-controlled existence. It also marked the beginning of a new kind of
survival as we embarked on "The Most Dangerous Game" of international
proportions. Despite death threats and attempts, intimidation and cover-ups, we
have survived these past seven years by refusing to keep secrets-which is in
itself "another story."
1 As quickly as the accuracy of my deprogramming notes were corroborated and/or
verified, abstracts of various experiences and identification of abusers were vastly disseminated.
Those who read these abstracts over the years, literally watched me gain piece/peace-of-mind
(reintegrate.)