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With seemingly no escape from the occultism that proliferated at the school, I
could no longer differentiate between Catholicism and Satanism.
Whatever Senator Byrd's purposes in sending me to Catholic school, no one
seemed to notice that I had no reason to religiously adhere to Catholic
principles. Therefore, the applied reversal of Satanism held no "spiritual
magic" to it either. The wedge of anti-superstition that the Catholic school was
inadvertently driving into me only served to discount the occult principles and
superstitious traumas that they were attempting to use to control me,
Satanism is often used as an extreme pain/violence trauma base in Project
Monarch Mind Control, reportedly due to the previous German Nazi Himmler
Research. I did not adhere to the desired helplessness attitude that this was
"spiritual warfare" and out of the realm of mankind's ability to stop.
Regardless of my religious beliefs or disbeliefs, I experienced the "results" just
the same. Being subjected to and witnessing trauma so horrible, while my body
was raped, tortured, and ravaged by men literally drove me out of my mind.
Catholic Central did increase my endurance capabilities as planned,
however. I signed up for the two-mile run in the girls' track team as ordered.
Muskegon Catholic Central led the state of Michigan in high school athletics,
using mind-control technique to "modify" their star athletes and cause them to
excel beyond pre-established records. The school gained national recognition
for its contribution to professional leagues with their manufactured programmed
athletes. But, like Tommy LaSorda's Dodgers, Catholic Central's consistent
victories began to raise suspicions and questions. This created a public scandal
for the school that threatened to close its doors in 1975.
The girls' and guys' track teams converged after school for practice. I was
among the few females singled out for coaching by Coach Cheverini and his
hypnotic mind-control methodisms due to my Project Monarch victimization. I
was instructed to run 13 miles per day (another corny satanic ploy) to get in
shape for my two-mile race. I often ran with a male friend who was the record
holder for the two-mile in guys' track. He and I were friends, sharing much
due to our similar Project Monarch victimizations. Together we learned how to
shut out pain and fatigue when we ran. We tranced into a fast pace set in our
minds by Coach Cheverini with no comprehension of time or distance. We
perceived the track as our "Yellow Brick Road" in accordance with the Oz
theme programming. Senator Byrd's plan for building my physical endurance
through Catholic Central's coaching methods proved successful for allowing me
to survive his intensely torturous sexual perversions.
In addition to routine trips to Mackinac Island and Niagara Falls, my family
often took camping trips to "get away from it all". In reality, I was taken to
key places for ritual abuse, prostitution, and pornography. In the fall of 1974,
my father announced we were going to go camping "back in time" to an old
fashioned festival in the small remote town of Cedar Springs, Michigan for their
annual Red Flannel Days celebration. My mother told me to pack my jeans and
sweaters and my Catholic school uniform which she had washed and pressed for
the occasion.
Cedar Springs was quiet, with the festival events including dilapidated
amusement rides set up in a small parking lot, and contests where local farmers
pitted their mules and horses against each other to see whose could pull the most
weight. The main (and only) street of town was lined with the few local
businesses, including the town's red flannel underwear "long Johns" factory. In
the center of town, a mock, single, jail cell had been erected to hold any and all