to

CHAPTER 3
MY FIRST PRESIDENT
Muskegon, Michigan is a coastal tourist attraction, and home of the annual
Seaway and Coast Guard festivals which bring people to the town from all over
Michigan. VanderJagt remained publicly visible through opportunities such as
these. My father often could be seen with Vanderjagt and was photographed at
his side white judging festival events like the kiddie parades, sand sculpturing
contests, and so on—all of which I entered and won. In later years, my father
polished and shined the red paint of his 1966 Ford convertible to chauffeur
VanderJagt through the local parades. This only served to reinforce the illusion
that my father was a "pillar of the community".
In 1973, Senator Byrd instructed my father to send me to Muskegon
Catholic Central High School which was overseen by the director of St. Francis
of Assisi Church, Father Lepre. The Catholic church, of course, has its own
political structure, with the Pope presiding over all. The strong political ties
between the Catholic church and the U.S. Government was overtly evidenced
by the much publicized relationship between the President and the Pope during
the Reagan Administration. Of course, I had been privy to this political
relationship ever since my First Communion-a relationship that the Rite to
Remain Silent was intended to cover. My experience with Catholic Central's
direct involvement in Project Monarch's physical and psychological
conditioning further confirmed the union between the U.S. Government and the
Catholic church.
When Senator Byrd changed my school from public to Parochial, he also
destroyed through dissociation my school personality. I no longer viewed
school as my haven from abuse, as it was controlled by the church and, as I
later learned, monitored by a corrupt segment of the C.I.A.
By the time I enrolled in Catholic Central, the cliques and groups had
already been formed. 1 had a personality to fit in with the "good" kids and one
that interfaced with the "bad". It did not take long for the "good" kids to notice
1 also got along with the "bad". I soon found the only kids that could relate to
me were the other known Project victims. We clung together in a close knit
group, herded around like the proverbial sheep by those in the school who knew
we were MPD/DIDed and under mind control. We each switched personalities
as circumstance demanded, most often in unison. We were ritually traumatized,
constantly tranced, and then programmed during school hours. Since 1 no
longer had my singular "school personality" and was constantly switching
instead, the compartment of my brain that held school memory was no longer
consciously retrievable. Therefore, I had no basis for continued learning aside
from what I could photographically memorize from class. My grades appeared
erratic, ranging from A's to failing. And some A's received I did not earn
academically.
In my required religion class, Sister Ann Marie bad been leading us in study
on the topic of Confession, This was to prepare us for the kind of Confessions
we were to be giving Father Vesbit, who was also our school principal. The
day Sister ordered us to Confession, I refused to go. I unconsciously feared 1
would be sexually assaulted again in the Confessional, this time while my
teenage peers waited impatiently outside the door. Sister made an example out
of me to the class, saying I was a "Satanist" and that I was "going to hell".