Bob Minton is suing another Scientology critic, this time to get
access to financial records from a movie producer he was involved
with.




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> The Profit

The St. Petersburg Times reported on November 9th that Bob Minton has
sued
  the producers of the film The Profit in order to see the financial
books.

"Church of Scientology critic Robert S. Minton put up $2.44-million to
  produce a film called The Profit, a thinly disguised movie about
  Scientology founder L. Ron Hubbard. But after the movie's limited
release
  to one Pinellas theater in 2001, Minton went from being Scientology's
  archenemy to a cooperating witness who wanted out of an expensive
fight
  against the church. Now Minton wants a look at the movie's financial
  books.

"Minton filed a lawsuit Nov. 1 against the movie's writer and
director,
  Peter Alexander, demanding a financial accounting of the
$2.44-million
  Minton said he invested in The Profit. Minton's investment in the
movie,
  and the company formed to shepherd it into production, provided the
  project's entire budget, save $100 invested by Alexander, according
to the
  suit.

"'We want to know where the money went,' said McGowan. 'We don't
think it
  all went to make the movie.' Alexander's attorney, Luke Lirot, said
his
  client did not misappropriate the money. He accused Minton of doing
the
  church's bidding by attacking Alexander and a movie that could be
  interpreted as being critical of Scientology.

"Lirot said Scientology lawyers have been barred by a Pinellas judge
from
  seeking information about the film. The judge's order is part of a
  wrongful death suit against Scientology by a lawyer for the estate of
Lisa
  McPherson, who died in 1995 after 17 days in the care of Scientology
  staffers in Clearwater. Through that protective order, Minton also
would
  be prohibited from seeking a financial accounting of a film, even if
he
  funded its production. He can get the accounting, Lirot said, when
the
  wrongful death case goes to trial, perhaps by next year.

"But McGowan said the order doesn't apply to Minton. 'This is a whole
  different issue,' McGowan said. McGowan said his client began
considering
  legal action after Courage Productions, the company Minton formed
with
  Alexander to make The Profit, sued to stop Minton and the Lisa
McPherson
  Trust from showing film clips on a Web site.

"He said Minton wants to see whether any of his money was
misappropriated
  or remains in the bank after production of the movie. If any of the
cash
  remains, Minton wants it back, McGowan said."

From the complaint filed in Florida:

"The respondent has misappropriated company assets inter alia by
bringing
  a Federal Lawsuit in the Middle District of Florida without the
consent of
  the petitioner; by retaining counsel to do so without the consent of
the
  petitioner; on information and belief by using company assets to pay
  counsel to engage in this activity; and on information and belief to
pay
  himself and third parties money in excess of what is permitted by the
  agreement or otherwise misappropriated company assets for other
purposes.

"On June 5, 2002, the undersigned as counsel for the petitioner sent a
  certified letter to the respondent requesting a time for a review of
the
  books and records of the company.  On June 11, 2002, Luke Lirot,
Esquire
  ('Mr. Lirot'), who is counsel for the company, advised the
undersigned
  that further communication to the respondent should be made through
him
  and that he would make arrangements for an inspection of the books
and
  records within a reasonable time.  When no written response was
  forthcoming, the undersigned again contacted Mr. Lirot, who
thereafter
  advised the undersigned that the respondent was 'out of town' until
the
  beginning of July 2002, and that the books and records were located
in
  California with an accountant of some sort whom the respondent had
  presumably engaged.

"Mr. Lirot further advised the undersigned that the aforesaid
'accountant'
  did not have an office, that he 'works out of his house,' and that he
  would not be available even to send the records back to Florida until
July
  16, 2002. Between July 2002, and the date of this petition,
Petitioner has
  consistently been rebuffed in his efforts to obtain the books and
records
  of Courage Productions.

"The petitioner has cause to believe that if an injunction does not
issue
  these assets will be disbursed, concealed, or otherwise made
unavailable
  to him by the time this action is concluded. It is in the interest of
  equity and justice that the court order the immediate disclosure of
the
  whereabouts and the value of all company assets by the respondent
and the
  disposition by the respondent of all $2,448,211.00 of capital
provided by
  the petitioner. It is also in the interest of equity and justice that
  these assets be enjoined from any kind of alienation whatsoever by
the
  respondent, directly or indirectly, or by the respondent through any
third
  party."

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> Canada

Frank Magazine reported that Scientology has invited members of the
  Canadian Parliament to visit their UK headquarters to discuss alleged
  discrimination against Scientologists in Europe.

"This week's award for most dubious parliamentary junket goes to
Colleen
  Beaumier (Lib-Brampton West-Mississauga) who is trying to round up
  collegues for a week-long tot later this month to England to attend
the
  international AGM of the charmingly offbeat Church of Scientology.
  According to Colleen, she hatched the idea for the UK odyssey with Al
  Buttnor, Scientology's chief Canadian spokesthingy.

"'Mr Buttnor shared with me an interesting idea that he has to take
  several parliamentarians to Europe to demonstrate to them first hand
the
  discrimination and prejudice experienced by members of the Church of
  Scientology. I thought the idea had merit and I agreed to forward the
  information to Members of Parliament who I thought might be
sympathetic to
  their cause as well as interested in a trip of this nature.'

"Among the subjects the Scientologists can be expected to raise with
their
  guests are the constant concerns about 'suppressive' behaviour by
  governments around the world, some of which regard them as a
dangerous
  cult, and plain old matters of the pocketbook (Revenue Canada
kiboshed the
  Scientologists' last bid for tax free status in 1999). The
parliamentary
  freeloaders are scheduled to leave for England October 17. On the
21st,
  after the AGM wraps up at Scientology world headquarters in Saint
Hill
  Manor, East Grinstead, the Scientologists propose to whisk their
guests
  off on a fun-filled tour of France and Germany, two governments with
  rigorous anti-cult laws the Sci-Fi's find particularly onerous before
  touching back down in Toronto, Planet Earth, October 23."

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> Clearwater

The St. Petersburg Times reported on November 7th that three people
were
  arrested for attempting to take a Scientologist to the doctor by
force.

"A man was arrested Tuesday and accused of enlisting two friends to
help
  him tie up his wife so he could take her to the doctor.  Largo police
  arrested Terry Ray Hemphill, 54, on charges of felony false
imprisonment
  and misdemeanor domestic battery. Jamie J. Popa, 33, and Laurie Lynn
  Miller, 32, also were arrested on false imprisonment charges.

"Hemphill's wife said it wasn't the first time her husband had
physically
  abused her. She told Ross she did not report the previous abuse to
police,
  but reported it to the Church of Scientology, of which the Hemphills
are
  members. Ross said Mrs. Hemphill told him a Scientology counselor had
been
  assigned to help the couple."

The St. Petersburg Times reported on November 9th that a Scientologist
  died in Clearwater following a collision between a bicycle and a
  motorcycle.

"A woman killed in a collision between a motorcycle and a bicycle
Thursday
  night has been identified as Josianne Bergstrom, a parishioner of the
  Church of Scientology. Bergstrom, 53, was pedaling a bicycle
southeaster
  across Drew Street about 9:40 p.m. when her bike collided with a
westbound
  motorcycle driven by Joseph F. Beck, 39, of Clearwater, police said.
  Bergstrom was pronounced dead at the scene, which was on Drew Street
west
  of Osceola Avenue.

"Church spokesman Ben Shaw said Bergstrom was from Zurich,
Switzerland,
  but he declined to say whether she was visiting the area or living
here
  and working as a church staffer. The police report lists her address
as
  the Fort Harrison Hotel, but it was not clear Friday whether that
was a
  temporary or a permanent address."

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> Delphi Schools

The Fall, 2002 issue of The Delphi Forum reported news about
Scientology's
  private school system.

"Delphi San Diego, with its original school in the seaside town of La
  Jolla, now has a second campus in San Marcos, the fastest growing
city in
  the country. The new San Marcos school opened its doors for summer
session
  in June and now has close to 30 students enrolled in the kindergarten
  through 3rd grade program.

"Located on a hilltop with four and a half acres of beautifully
landscaped
  terrain all around, the schoolhouse itself (built in the late 1800s)
is
  one of the oldest original buildings in the area.  Before she opened
the
  doors to the school, Chris had to obtain a conditional use permit to
  operate as a school once again. This required giving a presentation
to the
  city council and planning commission for San Marcos. She decided to
use
  the results of the Delphi Program to help 'sell' the idea at her
  presentation. The council and commissioners were so impressed with
the
  program and students' test scores that they asked at the end of the
  presentation, 'When do you plan to do another one?' Needless to say,
the
  permit was approved, and the school is doing very well.

"A founding committee has been formed and is actively searching the
west
  Los Angeles area-specifically, Santa Monica and Pacific Palisades -
for an
  ideal site for the next Delphi Academy. The School would begin with a
  kindergarten through 3rd grade program, with the possibility of
expanding
  to 6th grade (Form 4) at some later point. More than $2 million is
  currently pledged from parents and other interested parties to cover
the
  land purchase and building construction of the school.

"The efforts of parents have been indispensable in launching Delphi
  Academy of Los Angeles' new campus construction this past May. The
  facility is in Lake View Terrace, just north of the current site.
The LA
  Parent Committee played a big part in the site search, and helped
raise
  over $325,000 toward the land purchase and campus construction.
Another
  $195,000 has been pledged and will come in during the next few
months. By
  December, Phase One - all classrooms, administration areas, the
parking
  lot, sports fields and landscaping-will be complete, paving the way
for
  the school to move in over the holidays!

"BENEFACTOR WITH HONORS ($100,000+): Craig & Sally Jensen
  BENEFACTORS ($50,000+): Delphi LA Student Government
  FUTURE BUILDERS ($25,000+): Alan & Sheila Atkinson-Baker, Michael &
  Elizabeth Baybak
  SUPPORTERS ($10,000): Kelly & Lisa Black, Brisker & Farr Families,
Chris &
  Kate Davis, Alan & Karen Morrissett, Bobby & Susie Rounds"

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> Denmark

The Copenhagen Post reported on November 7th that a former East German
  Stasi officer has testified against Scientology in a libel case.

"Onetime leader of the East German foreign intelligence service Stasi,
  Markus Wolf, testified under oath in a civil court case involving the
  Church of Scientology and a Danish journalist. "Wolf testified on
behalf
  of filmmaker Walter Heynowski, whom the Church of Scientology in
Denmark
  had accused to working under Wolf's spy racket, the HVA. The
filmmaker,
  together with Danish journalist Joergen Pedersen, filed suit against
the
  Scientologists on grounds of libelous fraud, demanding DKK 250,000
plus
  punitive damages against the editor-in-chief of the
Scientology-affiliated
  journal Frihed after a 1999 special edition of the journal that
appeared
  in 1999.

"The special edition was produced after the Church of Scientology
tried,
  without success, to block the rebroadcast of a Pedersen-produced
  documentary that was openly critical of the sect. The Scientologists
  struck back at the Danish journalist, alleging in the 1999 edition
that
  Pedersen had enjoyed a close-crony relationship throughout the Cold
War
  with Walter Heynowski, described by the magazine as 'the DDR master
of
  film propaganda and misinformation' and a favourite of Markus Wolf.
The
  Danish magazine also alleged that Heynowski had actually worked for
the
  HVA.

"Wolf refuted the allegation during Tuesday's testimony, maintaining
that
  he never knew Heynowski particularly well, so he could never have
been one
  of the enigmatic spy chief's favourites. Wolf told daily newspaper
  Politiken that he considered it his 'duty' to testify in the case.
The
  Pedersen-Heynowski libel trial is expected to carry on for four more
  sessions."

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> Front Sight

Internet magazine Light of Reason reported this week that Front
Sight, a
  gun training company, is filing suit against a former attendee who
claims
  the company is associated with Scientology.

"Diana Hsieh and her husband Paul first became acquainted with Front
Sight
  Management in April 2002. For many months, they had nothing but the
  highest regard for Front Sight, where they had attended a four-day
  defensive handgun training course.  Then, in October of this year,
Diana
  began hearing certain stories about the alleged connections between
  Ignatius Piazza, the head of Front Sight, and Scientology.

"Diana sent Piazza an email about these matters. 'Your association
with
  Scientology may well pose a grave danger to the gun rights movement
as a
  whole. As you succeed in 'changing hearts and minds' about guns, the
  anti-gun lobby and media will look for any convenient smear tactic to
  advance their cause. Your association with Scientology would be the
  perfect fodder for such folks. Gun enthusiasts would no longer be
thought
  of as uneducated, paranoid rednecks, but rather brainwashed cult
members.'

"Front Sight filed a complaint naming Diana as a defendant on October
29.
  Even though Diana still does not know the contents of the lawsuit,
or the
  nature of the claims against her, word has quickly spread throughout
the
  guns rights community. Not surprisingly, people on various discussion
  threads are very upset at what they perceive to be Front Sight's
  high-handed, strong-arming tactics. For example, at The Firing Line,
  people said: 'I agree this is classic Scientology material. They use
the
  legal system to intimidate people with the threat of a lawsuit.
  Unfortunately, it often works because most people prize their money
above
  their autonomy and sovereignty.'

"[Internet site] Glock Talk was threatened by Front Sight: 'Hi folks.
I
  recently received a certified letter from Front Sight Firearms
Training
  Institute's lawyer concerning negative posts made on Glock Talk. In
  addition to wanting me to ban an individual that made allegations
against
  them, the message threatened legal action against this site if I
didn't
  'Carefully check posts in the future concerning Front Site'.'

"If there were only questions before about possible ties among Piazza,
  Front Sight and Scientology, many of those questions have become much
more
  serious - and appear to have perhaps been answered - by Front Sight's
  speed in deciding to sue Diana."

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> Nicole Kidman

Australian newspaper The Courier Mail reported on November 7th that
Nicole
  Kidman says she was never a Scientologist.

"She also wants it known she is not gay, was never a Scientologist and
  that she's pretty happy with life.  Kidman also explained that she
never
  became a Scientologist during their marriage.  'I was introduced to
it by
  him [Tom Cruise], and I explored it. But I'm not a Scientologist.'"

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> CCHR

The Houston Chronicle published an article on November 24th on possible
  harm done to patients by restraint, including comments from a spokesman
  for Scientology's Citizen's Commission on Human Rights.

"No state or federal agency aggregates deaths or injuries related to
  restraints. However, the Hartford Courant documented 142 deaths
across the
  country during or after restraints performed between 1988 and 1998. In
  Texas, Austin-based Advocacy Inc., a federally funded program serving the
  interests of the disabled, has counted at least 15 fatalities over the
  past three years in hospitals and treatment centers across the state.
  Proponents say restraint is a necessity in the clinical and institutional
  world where some confrontations can be handled no other way. Critics say
  the practice is barbaric and should be banned.

"The restraint method most commonly used today is the basket hold, so
  named because it serves to contain the patient in a more or less
  basketlike position. Dr. Jack Zusman, a professor at Florida Mental
Health
  Institute in Tampa and author of a book on clinical restraint and
  seclusion, says a sort of consensus favoring the basket hold came about
  over the past generation or so. 'When I was in training, the accepted
  practice was the chokehold,' he says. 'At least we're past that.'

"While some contend the basket hold can be OK if done correctly in the
  appropriate situation, others say it is far too susceptible to abuse or
  misuse, especially in understaffed facilities. Jerry Boswell,
president of
  the Citizens Commission on Human Rights in Texas, says his organization,
  founded by the Church of Scientology, opposes most drug-based psychiatric
  treatment and has been lobbying the Texas Legislature to ban physical
  restraint altogether. 'It's used too often for the convenience of
staff or
  as a punishment measure,' he contends. 'How many kids have to die before
  it's finally done away with?'

"A basket hold that winds up with the patient face down on the floor is
  doubly perilous because he or she can suffer breath-stopping rib damage,
  diaphragm constriction or aspiration of vomit, Zusman says. Texas law
  prohibits face-down restraint, but incidents occur anyway. In a Mason
  County wilderness camp northwest of Austin, a 17-year-old boy died on
  April 14 after a prone restraint in which no one detected that he had
  vomited. A final autopsy report is pending. Even by-the-book restraints
  can include sudden wrenching movements by patients or staffers that can
  break bones or dislocate joints. In every case there's a risk of
  psychological trauma, says Zusman. 'It's unpleasant for everyone
involved.
  It's rare for a patient to say thank you.'

"State Sen. Judith Zaffirini, D-Laredo, has prefiled a bill for the 2003
  session of the Legislature to prohibit types of restraint that can
  restrict a patient's breathing by compressing the chest or diaphragm or
  that interfere with the ability to talk. In addition, her Senate Bill 59
  would permit physical restraint to be used only when other means have
  failed, and would require that a person trained in the restraint, but not
  engaged in the application, monitor the patient's condition."

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> India

The Times of India reported on November 20th on the Scientology org in
  Delhi.

"Tucked away in a quiet corner of Defence Colony, the Delhi headquarters
  of the Church of Scientology is surprisingly nondescript. So low-key have
  scientologists been that the entry of the world's 'newest religion' in
  India, that has among its followers Hollywood heavyweights Tom Cruise,
  John Travolta and Kirstie Alley, has gone almost unnoticed.

"Reports of it being a 'closed, fanatical cult' have appeared time and
  again in the media. A critical cover story in Time magazine (May 6, 1991)
  called it 'the most lucrative and litigious cult the country (US) has
ever
  seen'.

"A visit to the Delhi scientology centre, however, leaves one with the
  feeling that in India a concerted effort is being made to leave the
  troubled, scandalous past behind. For one, the centre is called the
  'Hubbard Dianetics Foundation' and not the Church of Scientology. Says
  Joss Van De Ven, a senior Dutch Scientologist who is managing the centre:
  'We are offering something that is practical and workable.'

"Nirvana, however, is anything but instant in Scientology. The novitiate
  is separated from the dianetical equivalent of enlightenment by a series
  of levels that he must pass, either by enrolling in more courses, or by
  getting repeatedly audited. And there lies the catch, for the courses are
  prohibitively expensive.  Even at the Delhi centre, that offers only
  elementary ones, the cost is anything from Rs 2,000 to Rs 9,000 per
  course, even after a self-confessed 'lowering' to meet India's
  impoverished standards. The monetary factor ensures that Scientology's
  clientele in India is strictly upper class.

"In fact, reported allegations of making money off adherents is one of the
  controversies the Church has faced over the years, made worse by
claims of
  Hubbard having once said and quoted in the Reader's Digest (issue May
  1980): 'Writing for a penny a word is ridiculous. If a man really
wants to
  make a million dollars, the best way would be to start his own
religion.'"

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> Narconon

Signonsandiego.com reported on November 21st that a delegation from the
  U.S. will visit a Scientology drug rehab facility in Tijuana, Mexico.

"About 100 female legislators from the United States will visit the state
  prison in Ensenada today to see firsthand the results of a program for
  drug-addicted inmates. The state began the program, called Segunda
  Oportunidad, or Second Opportunity, seven years ago, based on the Church
  of Scientology's prisoner rehabilitation program, called Narconon. It is
  based on the philosophies of the late L. Ron Hubbard.

"The program's strategy is to get the addicts to understand and then
  overcome the personal problems that led them to abuse drugs. The program
  begins with a detoxification process that uses sauna baths, massages,
  vitamins and proteins to reduce the biochemical effects of the drugs. No
  medications are used - not even methadone, a drug that reduces the
  symptoms of heroin withdrawal.

"The program at the Ensenada prison was deemed so successful that it was
  approved for use two years ago at the state penitentiary in Tijuana. That
  program was suspended, however, during the recent transfer of
prisoners to
  a new facility at El Hongo, in La Rumorosa. Since it began in 1995, the
  Second Opportunity program has attracted visitors from the United States
  and other countries. Judge Baltazar Garzon, who presided over the
trial of
  former Chilean dictator Augusto Pinochet in Spain, recently traveled with
  other visitors to Ensenada and Tijuana to observe the program.

"The program could be heading next to a prison in Colima, and the
  Guatemalan government has expressed an interest in it, said Francisco
  Iribe Paniagua, a program representative in Latin America. 'I believe the
  program works and could work for any drug-addicted person,' said Iribe, a
  former police chief of the Baja California capital of Mexicali and former
  director of the state agency that operates the prisons and tries to
  rehabilitate inmates.

"The National Foundation of Women Legislators, which counts among its
  members Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton, has been meeting in San Diego this
  week. About 100 of those on hand plan to travel to Ensenada today."

Chris Owen announced a new web site on Narconon, www.narconon-exposed.org.

"The site is not about attacking Narconon or criticising Scientology for
  the sake of it, and it's not motivated by any desire to harm Scientology.
  It's much more in a 'Consumer Reports' vein, assessing Narconon's (and
  Scientology's) claims against known facts, pointing out where the facts
  and claims diverge and providing omitted or downplayed facts, such as the
  real hazards of Narconon's methods.  There will be a lot more material
  coming over the next few months.

"Drug addicts are amongst the most vulnerable people in society and the
  effects of their addiction - on themselves, their families and society as
  a whole - can be devastating: crime, disease, family breakups. If scarce
  money is to be spent on rehabilitation courses, or if people are sent on
  them by courts or by well-meaning relatives, it's vital that all
concerned
  should have all the facts to hand. In my opinion and that of many others,
  many of the facts about Narconon are obscured - some deliberately so.
This
  website aims to redress that imbalance."

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> Australia

The Sun-Herald reported on November 24th that James Packer, an Australian
  billionaire, has become involved in Scientology.

"James Packer is receiving instruction from an elite order in the Church
  of Scientology. The executive chairman of PBL and heir to Australia's
  richest fortune is believed to have turned to the secretive organisation
  in an attempt to regain control of his life after suffering a crisis of
  confidence following the collapse of his marriage.

"In recent weeks Mr Packer has been attending self-help training sessions
  and has been seen at the Church's Dundas campus. On Friday, Mr Packer's
  office did not return calls concerning the inquiry, and no-one was
  prepared to confirm reports that he is being counselled. The Church has
  pulled a protective veil around its newest follower. 'If anyone becomes a
  member, he would be entitled to his privacy,' Scientology spokesman Cyrus
  Brooks said on Friday.

"But according to other Church sources Mr Packer, 35, has undertaken
  so-called auditing sessions in self-help and personal improvement. These
  sessions are designed to help build self-confidence, explain why personal
  relationships fail and assist people to reach their full potential. It is
  understood Mr Packer was introduced by Hollywood actor Tom Cruise.
The PBL
  chief has developed a friendship with Los Angeles-based Cruise, who is an
  advocate of the Church's doctrine. Friends said the bond between the two
  men strengthened in the wake of the collapse of telephony company One.Tel
  last year and his separation from wife Jodhi in June.

"Mr Packer has travelled frequently this year to Los Angeles, where the
  Church's lavish Celebrity Centre has its headquarters. He has been
  attending counselling sessions lasting two to three hours a couple of
  times a week in Sydney. Mr Packer has employed a Scientologist as his
  personal assistant at his home in Bondi. Her role is to manage his house.
  The heir to a $7 billion fortune, Mr Packer has been sighted at the
Dundas
  campus, regarded as the Church's key Sydney educational facility and home
  to many of its ministers and teachers.

"The Church offers instruction on everything from self-esteem to business
  management. Mr Packer has not enrolled in any business management courses
  but is thought to be concentrating on learning to present himself and
make
  a greater impact on people around him.

"'Once you do one course, there is always another,' said one former member
  who did not wish to be named. 'That's how the Church makes its money. By
  charging for each subsequent course.' A separate order exists for
  celebrities. Known as C-Org (celebrity organisation) it offers exclusive
  counselling and extra privacy. It is understood Mr Packer is being
  counselled within the C-Org order."

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#####

> UK

The Hampstead & Highgate Express reported on November 22nd that
  Scientology wants to become involved in the curriculum of some
London-area
  schools.

"Scientologists want children in Camden schools to be taught their beliefs
  as part of the new curriculum. And the controversial group also wants
  pupils to learn about the teachings of the Moonies and Pagans during
  religious education (RE)  lessons when the new school curriculum is
  introduced in 2003.

"The movement, founded in the 1950s by late American eccentric L Ron
  Hubbard, has never had formal religious status in the UK. But members of
  the Camden branch, based in Tottenham Court Road for 35 years, believe
  Scientology, along with other smaller groups, should be given the same
  exposure as Catholicism and Protestantism at GCSE and A-Level.

"Camden's standing advisory council for religious education (SACRE), which
  includes Church of England representatives, headteachers, councillors and
  school governors, is now set to consider the request, after two
members of
  the Camden branch presented the council with a book on the movement on
  Tuesday. Scientologist Paul Dolan, who was at the meeting, said: 'We are
  asking SACRE to think of introducing other religious communities into the
  new school curriculum for religious education. 'It is really to extend
  religious tolerance of groups such as ourselves, the Unification church
  (the Moonies) the Unitarians, the Quakers and the Paganists. Some of
these
  groups that have come about in the last 50 years aren't as represented as
  they perhaps should be.'

"The committee agreed to seek expert advice on the issue from leading
  experts on cults before reaching its decision. If it accepts the request,
  representatives from the Church of Scientology will be appointed to SACRE
  and allowed to visit schools and talk about the group. But some SACRE
  members expressed concern that the move could encourage groups
looking for
  'a platform.' Councillor Julian Fullbrook, former chairman of SACRE,
said:
  'I would be worried about the number of movements that might want to use
  SACRE as a platform.'

"The request has prompted serious concern by anti-cult groups. Ian
  Haworth, of the Cult Information Centre, said the move was 'potentially
  hazardous.' He added: 'If Scientology is considered a religion in the
  school curriculum, it will be the first to have a criminal record. The
  main concerns are not so much their beliefs, but the methods they employ
  to recruit new members. By introducing their beliefs, students would be
  missing the main point, and this could give them a false sense of
security
  about the organisations in any relationships they might have with those
  groups.'

"But a spokesman for the Church of Scientology, whose headquarters are in
  East Grinstead, said: 'With reports of religious discrimination still
  appearing in the media and elsewhere, we believe that schoolchildren
  should learn basic beliefs of all religions, as discrimination is very
  often fuelled by ignorance.'"

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Universal meas it will work for anyone in this context.

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1. Be Completely Comfortable.
then:
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-- These can be any objects (a locational), but the actual
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       Fixating on an uncomfortable element is not a great thing to
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            if you bring attention TO and AWAY FROM any charged thing
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                   Paying attention to detail brings more attention
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First let me explain a Containment Unit.
Every time your felt Stuck/Trapped in anything, it is because you felt
uncomfortable in it.
When you take anything that someone has the perception of being inside
ie.. body, situation, valence, machine, etc..
and make it very uncomfortable for them to be there, they have a tendency
to feel Locked in it.
This is why all auditing should be done when the person feels comfortable
ie.. rested, fed, exterior to present time problems, etc..
This is also why interiorizing a "thetan exterior" is as simple as
puching him/her hard in the stomach.
However, people who feel really comfortable also have a tendency to keep
their fixation (attention) on whatever is making them feel comfortable.
Universal meas it will work for anyone in this context.
So, the Universal Exteriorization Process is simple and will work for
anyone.
1. Be Completely Comfortable.
then:
2. Place Your Attention Elsewhere.

There are many ways to do the Be Completely Comfortable thing...
OT TR-0 with another person is a good way.
Another is to process out whatever is making one feel uncomfortable in
whatever they are interior to.
However, I have an easy Universal Process to make someone feel
comfortable in whatever they are in.
1. Raise Tone Level.
-- Using Affinity, Reality, Communication works well if you know what
your doing. 8C also works great,
if your 8C sux, give comforting externals.
then:
2. Switch attention between at least three objects.
-- These can be any objects (a locational), but the actual uncomfortable
elments works even better.
Fixating on an uncomfortable element is not a great thing to do, it makes
you feel more uncomfortable, but
if you bring attention TO and AWAY FROM any charged thing repeatitivly,
you will discharge it.
Paying attention to detail brings more attention units to the elements
(objects).
Once your exterior to anything, you can do far more about it, and have a
much larger perspective.
If you become exterior to a body, you can discover how fun it can be to
not have one, or jump into other peoples, and such like so.
But that's just the tip of the iceburg.. there is far more to exteriorize
from than a body.
Even though anything can do anything, most things are caught up in
trends.
A "walk through" is the way to get anything from Condition A to Condition
B.
A Universal Walk-Through (process) is one that will work on anything.
Well, I got all the walk-throughs to everything... but I'm only giving
you ingrates the low-level minor stuff until you learn how to exchange
with me.
Honestly, ya'll are really lucky I gave you all the tech I did.
So, get your exchange in quick.
As far as tech support and favors, unless your bringing me gifts, don't
even bother asking.
Telling me how wonderful I am doesn't get you much.
Many are using my tech without exchange... this is very unwise.
Trust me, you don't want me to turn to a life of crime and take mine, I'd
probably make you my target.
If you haven't read the 1100+- pages, visit:
http://hunter007.nav.to right now and bookmark it.
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Alt.religion.scientology
  Week in Review Volume 7, Issue 43
  2/3/2003 by Rod Keller [rkeller@...]
  copyright 2003

  Alt.religion.scientology Week in Review summarizes the most significant
  postings from the Usenet group Alt.religion.scientology for the preceding
  week for the benefit of those who can't follow the group as closely as
  they'd like. Out of thousands of postings, I attempt to include news of
  significant events, new affidavits, court rulings, new contributors,
  whatever. I hope you find it useful. Like many readers of a.r.s, I have a
  kill file. So please take into consideration that I may not have seen some
  of the most significant postings.

  The articles in A.r.s Week in Review are brief summaries of articles
  posted to the newsgroup. They include message IDs for the original
  articles, and many have a URL to get more information. You may be able to
  find the original article, depending on how long your site stores articles
  in the newsgroup before expiring them.

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  #####

  > Hulda Clark

  Consumer Health Digest reported on January 28th that the U.S Federal Trade
  Commission has brought charges of false advertisement against a
  Scientologist and a non-profit organization headed by Hulda Clark.

  "The U.S. Federal Trade Commission has charged the Dr. Clark Association,
  Behandlungzentrum GMbH (a Swiss company), and Scientologist David Amrein,
  a Swiss citizen who is the sole officer and director of both, with falsely
  advertising devices and herbal products related to the theories of Hulda
  Clark. The complaint, filed in an Ohio federal court, alleges that the
  defendants made unsubstantiated representations that the Super-Zapper
  Deluxe device is effective to kill bacteria, viruses, and parasites in the
  human body, and is effective against chronic infections, cancer, and AIDS,
  is effective to cure diabetes, multiple sclerosis, Alzheimer's,
  endometriosis, asthma, and many other diseases.

  "Hulda Clark is an unlicensed naturopath who obtained her 'degree' from a
  nonaccredited correspondence school. She has written several books and
  operates a clinic in Mexico where she offers treatment for cancer and
  other serious diseases. In 2001, the FTC obtained a consent agreement with
  another company selling Clark-recommended products."

  Message-ID: <3E385D36.4060107@...>

  #####

  > Germany

  A Scientology press release on January 30th claims that nine churches of
  Scientology have been recognized in Germany as a tax exempt organization.

  "The Federal Finance Office, Germany's equivalent of the IRS, this week
  issued ruling letters to the Church of Scientology International, granting
  full tax exemption on license payments it receives from nine Churches of
  Scientology in Germany.  The decision by the Federal Finance Office means
  that for the first time the Los Angeles-based mother church of Scientology
  is officially recognized as tax-exempt in Germany. CSI has now received
  exemptions for license fees due from all German churches: Munich, Hamburg,
  Stuttgart, Berlin, Frankfurt, Dusseldorf, Eppendorf, and the Church of
  Scientology Celebrity Centres in Munich and Dusseldorf. Each exemption is
  valid until the end of 2005 and three are retroactive to 1994.

  "The Federal Finance Office's decision to grant CSI exemption follows a
  precedent-setting decision in October 2002 by the German Federal Tax Court
  in Cologne. The Court ruled that Scientology Missions International and
  the International Hubbard Ecclesiastical League of Pastors qualify for
  exemption under a 1989 income tax treaty between the United States and
  Germany. Following the ruling in October, the Federal Finance Office
  informed Scientology representatives that the German government would not
  appeal and that the decision clearly applied to CSI as well."

  Message-ID: <20030131155955.10142.00000074@...>

  #####

  > Ireland

  The Irish Times reported in articles on January 25th, 30th and 31st on the
  progress of a case of a Dublin woman who is suing Scientology for
  misrepresentation and violation of constitutional rights.

  "A woman former member of the Church of Scientology had her free will
  compromised because of dependency, intrusion and pressure, a Canadian
  professor who claiMs. to be an expert on the practices of the church told
  the High Court yesterday. Prof. Stephen Alan Kent said he was concerned
  about the nature of dependency which grew from the process of dianetics
  which, he said, would focus on negative events in a person's life. He said
  Ms. Mary Johnston had developed a dependency relationship because, it
  seemed, a member of the church, Mr. Tom Cunningham, had used these
  techniques, and she was under constant pressure to join Scientology."

  "A woman told the High Court yesterday that she had become aware of a
  change in her sister at about the time the latter became associated with
  the Church of Scientology. Ms. Margaret O'Kelly, from Edenderry, said she
  had always been very close to her sister, Ms. Mary Johnston, but became
  aware of a change in her, through 'a lot of little things,' in the early
  1990s. Ms. Johnston was involved at that time in dianetics with Mr. Tom
  Cunningham, a member of the church's mission in Dublin. Up to then, her
  children loved to see Ms. Johnston coming to visit, but over a period of
  time they would say: 'Oh no, not Auntie Mary.' She felt that her children
  did not want Ms. Johnston around.

  "Ms. O'Kelly said that her sister had talked a lot about dianetics and had
  said that it involved auditing. Her sister had talked a lot about
  dianetics and wanted to use it to do away with Ms. O'Kelly's 10-year-old
  daughter's grumpiness. Ms. O'Kelly said she felt this was an imposition
  and she was worried about it. Ms. O'Kelly said that Ms. Johnston had acted
  totally out of character. She would insist that she was right and
  Scientology would always be brought into it.

  "In August 1993, her husband's cousin had died suddenly and, despite the
  fact that Ms. Johnston was close to him, she was apathetic about what had
  happened. Ms. O'Kelly said she was appalled that her sister did not go to
  the funeral but rather talked about reincarnation. She showed no empathy
  with anybody and this was 'totally out of character.'"

  "While she was with the Church of Scientology, Ms. Mary Johnston was 'like
  somebody playing a role in a pantomine', the High Court was told
  yesterday. Mr. Paul O'Kelly, brother-in-law of Ms. Johnston, said he found
  Ms. Johnston was dealing with him in a planned and structured way and
  there was no genuine effort to engage.

  "Yesterday, Ms. Margaret O'Kelly, sister of Ms. Johnston and wife of Paul
  O'Kelly, said she and other members of her family made efforts in early
  1994 to get her sister to meet them to view material, newspaper cuttings
  and videos about Scientology. Before she invited her sister to the
  meeting, members of the family needed time to research Scientology and to
  gather as much information as they could, Ms O'Kelly said. They contacted
  Ms. Johnston and arranged to meet in Edenderry on May 2nd, 1994.
  Initially, Ms. Johnston wanted to know why and rang every day for two
  weeks to find out the name of a book they had about Scientology and where
  they had got the information.

  "Ms. O'Kelly said she and her mother arranged to meet Ms. Johnston at 2
  p.m. but she did not turn up until 6 p.m. Ms. Johnston never apologised
  for being late. They wanted her to make up her own mind when she saw the
  information they had. Ms. O'Kelly said her sister was not relaxed and was
  very tense, with a continuous grin on her face. She was under stress. She
  refused to read any of the material they had. By 8 p.m., their mother was
  getting upset because Ms. Johnston could not bring herself to read the
  material.

  "Ms. O'Kelly said she had asked her mother to leave and she did. After
  that, Ms. O'Kelly said, she herself broke down and told Ms. Johnston they
  loved her and did not want her to disconnect from the family. Ms Johnston
  then said she would read the material. They talked about family matters
  and the tension was gone. The next morning, Ms. Johnston said there was a
  lot of questions to which she wanted answers. Ms. O'Kelly said her sister
  told her she was very frightened. Ms Johnston had said there were things
  that Ms. O'Kelly did not know about her but which the Scientologists knew
  and that she was afraid they might reveal them."

  Message-ID: <80ee9418.0301270526.7090c92d@...>
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  Message-ID: <80ee9418.0301311607.2cdc3bdc@...>

  #####

  > Protest Summary

  John Ritson reported a protest on February 1st at the London Scientology
  org.

  "Approximately ten suppressives had sunny albeit cold weather to picket
  the Tottenham Court Road 'org.' The 'org' was as downstat as usual. No
  students, only the regulars on the Foundation shift (apart from one
  newcomer in a light brown leather jacket, who just stood around chewing
  gum as if his life depended on it - we never actually saw him chew and
  walk at the same time). After the obligatory telephone call to get their
  orders, and the obligatory visit from the police, who made it clear to
  them that we were perfectly entitled to picket them, we spent a couple of
  hours leafleting and enturbulating.

  "Even the normal receptionist only turned up and took photographs after an
  hour. Before that they had been handing out Issue One of a news sheet
  about education (basically a puff piece for their private Greenfields
  School near Saint Hill - notorious for the 'death classes' and the
  'withhold-pulling' sessions). After an hour they just went inside and hid.

  "We remained outside, and had lots of support from the passers-by, as long
  as we made it clear that we were AGAINST Scientology. After a couple of
  hours we ran out of leaflets and retreated to a warm pub."

  Message-ID: <kOjBLFEZvBP+EwN4@...>

  #####

  > Lisa Marie Presley

  Salon.com reported on January 30th that Lisa Marie Presley's new album is
  filled with references to Scientology.

  "Lisa Marie Presley's forthcoming album sure sounds more and more like one
  you're gonna wanna rush right out and buy, especially if you happen to be,
  say, Tom Cruise, John Travolta or one of Hollywood's other ardent
  Scientologists. Elvis' little girl tells Launch.com that the title track
  of her CD, 'To Whom It May Concern,' is an anthem dedicated to spreading
  the word of one L. Ron Hubbard, of whom she is a follower.

  "'This is me. This record is me. Every song is me. You're going to see who
  I really am and not what the tabloids say or whatever anyone has to say
  about me,' Presley told the music Web site. And while she's on her musical
  soapbox, the estranged Mrs. Cage also plans to take a moment to sing loud
  and proud about one of her favorite causes:  the dangers of overmedicating
  children."

  Message-ID: <l0c_9.1988$gU.622587@...>

  #####

  > Christopher Reeve

  MSNBC reported on January 27th that portions of a new book by Christopher
  Reeve describe his experiences in Scientology.

  "The 'Superman' star once dabbled in Scientology, but Reeve doesn't give
  it a rave review in his memoir, 'Nothing Is Impossible.' Reeve describes
  how he took courses and underwent numerous, expensive 'auditing' sessions
  during which he was quizzed about his life, including his drug use
  history, while hooked up to an 'e-meter' machine designed to get to the
  truth.

  "But Reeve says he 'grew skeptical' of the whole process and told an
  outrageous lie - which wasn't caught by the auditor or the e-meter. 'The
  fact that I got away with a blatant fabrication completely devalued my
  belief in the process,' Reeve wrote. He felt similar disillusionment with
  various alternative religions and cults he encountered in Hollywood."

  Message-ID: <80ee9418.0301270529.1c59f7d6@...>

  #####

  > In Memoriam

  The St. Petersburg Times reported that Scientologist Daniel Wagner passed
  away on January 24th.

  "WAGNER, DANIEL H., 45, of Clearwater, died Friday at Morton Plant
  Hospital, Clearwater. He came here in 1995 from his native California. He
  was a self-employed computer consultant. He was a member of the Church of
  Scientology, Clearwater and was a Marine Corps veteran."

  Message-ID: <RWE8226I37647.8779513889@...>

  #####

  > Russia

  Interfax reported on January 27th that a group that supports Russian
  President Vladimir Putin have held rallies against Scientology in St.
  Petersburg.

  "Members of the Moving Together organization have started an indefinite
  rally in protest of the Church of Scientology on Vosstaniye Square in
  downtown St. Petersburg. Vasily Yakemenko, the movement's leader, told
  Interfax on Monday that 'the organization's activists have been living in
  a tent at the entrance to the sect's headquarters for the past five days.
  A huge sign indicates the sect's location to city authorities and
  passers-by. Several tens of thousands of citizens have already signed a
  request to close the sect that will be sent to St. Petersburg Governor
  Vladimir Yakovlev,' Yakemenko said.

  "He specified that the sect's victiMs. already include hundreds of St.
  Petersburg residents. That is why the city's public has given such strong
  support to the rally. 'We believe that this sect is a Satanic cult and
  poses a criminal threat. We hope that the city's authorities will take all
  the necessary steps to close the sect,' he said, stressing that his
  organization intends to continue its protest until the sect has been fully
  removed."

  Message-ID: <80ee9418.0301270734.1d7504a6@...>

  #####

  > Volunteer Clean-up

  The St. Louis Post-Dispatch reported on January 20th that Scientologists
  participated in a clean-up weekend to fix up apartment buildings in
  Kinloch, Missouri.

  "Volunteer workers spent Saturday and Sunday sprucing up the old Dunbar
  Gardens apartment complex in Kinloch. Hours after Casetta Rosborough had
  started cleaning the long-abandoned apartment, she said in a cheery voice,
  'This is beginning to look like a home.' Rosborough and about 135 other
  volunteer workers spent Saturday and Sunday fixing up the old Dunbar
  Gardens apartment complex in Kinloch.

  "Kinloch acquired them from the Kinloch Housing Authority in October 2002.
  Faith Beyond Walls, an organization based in St. Louis, is helping to get
  the apartments ready for occupancy this spring or summer, at fair-market
  rental rates. 'This apartment was pretty rough when we got here,' said
  Rosborough, a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in
  Hazelwood, one of the many groups that make up Faith Beyond Walls. 'You
  should have seen the bathroom. I didn't want to touch it.'

  "Tom LoGrasso scrubbed black mildew that had collected along the wall of
  one apartment. The pungent smell from the cleaning solution didn't seem to
  bother him. And scrubbing hard made the mildew disappear. LoGrasso came as
  part of a contingent from the Scientology Church of Missouri, in
  University City. 'We believe that you can do something positive and make a
  difference,' he said. 'The apartment really isn't so bad. This is the
  worst spot. There must have been a waterbed here.'"

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difficult to levitate (physicaly).
It is not impossible.

There were times when you were levitating bodies.
It is easier to do it from an exterior perspective.
Other things suppressed you into not doing that anymore.
The following are three ways to fix it, the third being mine.

The hard way....
... Attempt to do so millions of times. .... it actually works.
Realllllllyy slooow.

Even Harder....
... Locating and contacting each individual piece of Charge on the
relative case matter,
and holding attention on them until they blow off... Order and manner
of processing varies between user.

...

...

..............................

You all want to know how to levitate objects?
...

.....
........?

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The Super Hunter Easy Way process to do anything (C) is as follows:
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0. Know that there is always a better/easier way.
1. Create steps towards acomplishing it that you know will work.
2. Each step must be do-able in your own opinion.
3. Work the steps.

and for Extra Results..

4. Add Other's Doing it with you.
5. Make modifications as Needed:
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Know that there is always an easier way to do things.

It's always nice to have someone who knows exactly how to do any one
perticular thing connected to your networks.

It works the same for someone learning a new language OR Creating
entire universes.\


IF you still have any problems doing absolutely anything even better,
Re-Read Above Message Again.



Hunter
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p.s..

As for as Levitating bodies... I am very good at creating effects on
bodies.
Levitation of something that will experience it is a delicate matter.
I only devote abot .00000000007 Percent attention to doing it per
month.

I will be doing alot more of things that I should be doing more as
soon as I have considerably more money.

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The Source of Supression - Version 88008 (Revised Version)

I shall now seeing as how I have brought you thus far show you where
were headed, And the individual Co-Operations we will Continue to
develop at an Afluant-Power-Afluent trend.

First off were dealing with supression, which equates to Slave
Mastering and Being a slave.
And then with it, Entubulation.

This will produce a really good Mutual Co-Existance to work from.

By the Way, Anything Sponcered in part by Hunter Reon Barnes is gonna
be successful.
So if You see me Openly Backing something, back it. But the real
stuff. 1st hand data only.
And if my Signatures on it, it starts at 1 Million Bucks.

I do beleive I'm at the Top of all economy seeing as how I own it,
adjust it, and I don't mind sharing and pushing Power.
Anyone who's anyone knows I got marketing down.

Pretty sure I have The Product Catagory covered too.
I give a new name to service.
Lets all work together to all have better lives...
Uhhh... Yeah, also, if your not into it... tough tookies. You already
understand why.

Every child should be able to Eat Food. In all your countries. Who
wants to actually Feed the Children?
This one has been in the preps for about 6 years.

From now on, any company that "feeds the children" and has A LARGE
PERCENTAGE of the Money Collected not leaving the country, but Pocked
in forms of Super-High-Prices-and-Big-KickBacks.(legal Embezel-ment)
will be stripped. And what they have will be given to those who will
do the job.
Unless they start Actually Feeding the Children Real Quick... [o;-)

Usually I overlook alot of this, But when it involves the peoples
money who contribute for no other exchange but the children getting
fed, It becomes another matter. You see, we shall get the children
Fed Already and Use the money those who said they would but stood in
the way for personal gain to do it.
I had this perfect design many years ago. But It took some time to
get to the good part of what you call reality. The good part already
started.. I hope your lovin it.

By the way. If your still clueless, ask someone bright and shiny.
I got the Hook on the Social Evolution Product/Service..

So if you just realizing what channel that was, and still Tuning in,
I don't get out of Non-Existance with you, you get out of Non-E with
me.
I have a really excellent tract record of bringing people though if
They walk through fire.

Also, I can do anything in a ''Hunter Barnes Instant'' and So can You.
I sure as heck ain't trying to get you to Be Like Hunter...
I want you to BE LIKE YOU and Constantly Improve your condition and
the conditions of those around you.
We can All have Utopia right here on planet E.
But it takes WORK.

...And if anyone is still considering terrorism in any form. You got
about a Hunter Barnes Instant to reconsider before you get handled.

I really enjoy BEing Hunter Reon Barnes, So I decided to Be That For
quite Some time... So get used to my new name.

I have been furthering my book deal prjects... Bids are for Minor
editing with 7 people doing it. I will be doing the revisions.

I don't want my word changed. But everyone can agree HuntersList
could uses some cleaning up, also, Words of Hunter in RED and
citations to prior use. A complete concordance of all books and
materials.. And the Dictionary of Specific Terms are my most popular
contracts proposed at this time.

Get it while the gettings good. All HRB Tech placed by HRB in text is
serious enough to hold for 2 weeks, but after that, your really
cutting it close.

I intend to promote education alot because Education Promoted Me. And
PBS will get a considerable donation from me so they can have more
freedom over their content.

About the war on drugs, if your smart, don't fight one.
Drugs are engineered... their markets are created before they are
sold.

Any War on Drugs during the past 100 years, didn't work, but was a
misdirection imposed on Type One SP's.

The first step to handling drug problems is to not resist them.
This does not mean neglect them. It means do something better about
the problems than supression which hasn't worked yet.

New Phase, "Who needs Drugs, I know Hunter." - [o;-)

A few bad seeds got in real easy and Created a situation that would
run itself and pay them. With a few Large kickbacks,
They were able to do alot. And most of their work though they knew
would eventually expose themselves.

Virtual all marketing as you know it was supressives supressing you
into a belief that you need something when you do not. This is also
dependant on your belief that you do not have the power to handle the
situation but the little pill the supressives will sell you does. In
other words, virtually all marketing is supressive.

The other form is a liberative form of marketting, where this tactic
is not used and the product presented produces as advertized and the
product is used because it is found useful even though having it is
not manditory.

As marketing tactics change, so will the products. Prepare to see
inexpensive products that make your life considerable easier.

Also, The Less you have on your Back Burner, the more your agenda
expands. Get on top of your work using better technology and more
efficiancy.

Also, your kids will teach you Even More from now on. Perhaps it had
something to do with you Listening More. [o;-)

Even thou it may not be All about me... I got the Spotlight of
Existance.

New Sabboth... Totally optional.... 5 days a week you work alot.
2 Days a week you Play.
and I in exchange keep your solar week basically 7 days a week,
365.26 days per year.
The variation will fuzzle between 333.33R and 399.3353 but will be
even less noticable than the incredible movment of the planet ride
you just took and dind't notice that much..

I want anyone associated with me operating publically. I have
explained this before. Anyone slapping the name of Hunter Reon Barnes
on an agenda contrary to the known agenda of Hunter Reon Barnes will
become aware why one should not do this. From now on, my name is
considered sacred and anyone using it in vain should reconsider. The
Christian Crusades worked against the agenda of christ. It is the
same phenomina.

Before taking on The source of Violence, you handle the source of
Enturbulation, the source of supression which is the
next major social step.

~~~~~~~ Below is the data you really want --------


**** The Source of Supression ****

I will now discuss where supression comes from and how to handle all
elements of it.

Directly after the very early track periods when you were creating
entire universes that make Our Cosmos look like a tinker toy to a 40
year old;
... ... ... Does anyone remember getting your Universe
Crashed? ... Borg'ed? ... Enslaved? ... and such like so.
Now that you know it wasn't a nice feeling, understand you had it
happen because you were doing it too.

Anyone that didn't mess with anyone remained, but Became A Motionless
BEing... That is until I came across their screen and lit a fire
under their ass. In an acceptable way.

You formed Action. Then came Intention, then Counter Intention. Thats
that thing I'm MOST famous for fixing.. Just not on earth yet. But it
was the Biggest.

Static chose motion, then time, then individuality, then......

Diagreements began.
... Home Universes Became Very Popular Real Quick.
These didn't work as well as intended because Everything Enterior to
time was effected by the Initial Counter intention to creation.

Most everything realized at that point, "this was some serious stuff
we were getting ourselves into...".
Others said, "#@%& it, lets just party, stop creating a future."

Group IS said, "This is what is occuring as you must notice by now,
and we have to do something Soon."

Group BE said, "Your all hallucinating, the earth is flat."

(were paraphrasing to not trigger specific things)

Group IS said, "Look if we don't fix it, We will all suffer.... Even
Worse, prgressivly downward, forever."

Group BE said, "You can all do whatever the #@$% you want, but leave
use the %#@! Out of it."

Group IS said, "uuum... it doesn't work that way, we have to do it
all together."

... Group BE considered all sorts of ugly about Group IS's Proposal
considering it a deranged lunacy.

Group BE responded with the, "%#&# off, I don't want your religious
%#$@."

(At this point it became clear that individuals could become severly
different)

Group WAIT waited...
Most of them Still Wait.
Getting them to do anything requires stimulation.

In any case Group IS, Analyised As-Is, and stated thus: "Don't have
time to argue with you, since you really don't want to feel it, were
gonna help you out".

Group BE then Replied, "Like %#$ you are, you try and we'll %$@# you
up for even trying."

Group IS responded, "If were as irresponsible as you, everything
dies... Continuously, forever. And WE CAN'T HAVE THAT."

(At this point, Group IS started to become enturbulated and then
noticed what just happened.)
(Group BE had a flash of Understanding of what Group IS was
communicating at exaclty the same time.)

But because their reality levels were so different and ARC hadn't
really been established yet,
They seperateted Unresoved (Mutual Blow)

The third group, the Do Nothings, did nothing. The name applies real
well.

Group IS and BE had both realized then that they would indeed mingle
and
mix.
Niether of them wanted this... Or did they?

Eaons Later, the interactions continued as the Big Survival Game
Expanded
Really Fast, which was birthed out of this historical event.

Next thing you know All of them end up a big mingled mix, still
trying to avoid or destroy each other.

Shortly thereafter they gain understanding of Valences and machines.
Yet another big boom in history.

After a while as it keeps getting worse, the dookie hits the fan and
all the pieces fall.

But there are still pieces. So everyone agreed before hand that they
would all work together no matter what towards the one goal that
really mattered most to them.

Out of the Absolute worst hardship in history, they start putting the
pieces together...
... Problem... The shape changed and the pieces don't fit together
any more. Or do they?

Then begins the really dark age of endurance. .. That Sucked.

Then the button got pushed... Whoopie.. it happened, we did it.

But Most of you wanted a Smooth transition when I was intending the
Reality Snapping New World Right Now.
Most wanted to take forever, some wanted the transition to take a
really long time, some wanted insa-snap.
We found a common ground. As most of you are aware.

And it is a group concensus compiled over .....time..... that we are
all in this together, like it or not, so we might as well make the
best of it.. which is whats happening until that has transeneded
being that.


**** SP Conditions ****

The Repeater Techneique is where you push a button many times,
reducing the charge each time. It's at the base of Classic LRH Tech
as a foundational element.

Some of These Buttons litterally take millions and billions of pushes
with extreame unplesant results each push. This is about the hardest
way there is recorded to Audit or Self Audit or even Co-Audit.
It does work. LRH Stated Self-Auditing was not possible because he
had seen Co-Auditing and Auditing and compared them to Popular
attempts at self auditing. He then stated Self-Auditing doesn't work.

Now that you understand that one can self audit if he understands
that all dynamis are one dynamic. The "Auto-Audit" alot.

However, If you are in any of the below SP Conditions, You will
MisApply the tech that aids you until you get out of these 4 SP
conditions.

SP's don't make case gain because they alter the tech as a method of
self supression for Survival. This is the SP Inplant caused by the
incident mentioned. After they arn't SP, they make the
fastest progress up the bridge due to the rubberband effect.

An SP Type II or III will commonly be relgious, and will promote
themselves as Very Moral, Ethical People. They are afraid of being
caught.

A Type I or IV won't because a Type I is Being Operated for a time
and degree by Something Else and The Type IV is Very Bold in their
Demonstrations of Brute Supression.

A Type II or III will hide. A type I or IV will expose themselves
openly.
More on Overt and Covert Supression Later.

The tool of Supression is Enturbulation. Enturbulation is the tool of
Supression. Enturbulation has tendency to produce
counterenturbulation which is violence.

Entubulation comes in many many many many forms.
Supression comes in many many many many forms. This is ok.



**** The Type I SP ****

The Type I SP condition is when A person is Not by nature supressive
but is being used by a type II Supressive,
and has agreed to carry out the supressive acts of the Type II
vollutarily.
They are Not Anti-Social in general, but are very specific towards
what and how they attack.

A Type I SP is a hired Merc who believes that in the actions he
carries out, that he will not be held as accountable as the Type II
will. They consider the exchange worth it.

Most people are Type I in various ways to various things. It has
become socially acceptable.

They are usually not supressive until they are activated by the Type
II to go to work again.
They are in agreement with doing the job, otherwise they don't. These
are the easiest to handle unless your a chicken who runs from
supressives but claims a high confront level.

Now, the WAY TO HANDLE a Type I Supressive is to:
0. Get him to agree somehow to let you do this... This step is
optional but is even more effective, Get him to agree many times over
and even better.
1. Make him aware of the supressive acts he is performing,
2. Make him aware of the Type II(s) he is working for,
3. Make him aware of the Exchange agreement he holds with the Type II
(s),
4. and Give him the chioce to continue along with that supressive
agreement or do something better.

The Type I SP will then be handled. The Type One will either become
Type II Supressive and Joins that group to a Much Greater Degree of
Sevice,
OR No Longer agrees with the agreement. Their Pimps come to them
before anyone has tipped them off because they dowse that stuff, and
the will do their best to keep their hooker hooking.
If you handle the Type I, you should Also Handle the Type II(s).

Start seeking something and you will find it.

Start seeking something with the intention of not finding it so you
can say, "see." and you will have that instead.
Seeking IS the Cause of Discovery.
Discovery is the Effect of Seeking.

Slavery never stopped. All attempts to stop any form of slavery
failed.
Slavery exists until slave masters do something better.

While those who were attempting to stop slavery thought they were
acomplishing their task,
the Slave masters Only Altered the Form in which they were enslaving
as a form of survival according to their abberations.

Consider how many Individual Acts of supression you have committed
over the course of your existance.

If you Alter-IS and try to paint over it, no go...
If you as-is it and handle it, it's a go.
First make the inside clean then the outside will be clean as well.
Handle your supressive crap, and your behavior will be acceptable
reguardless of what it is.


A static in motion is simple.
H20 (water) can be in liquid form.
If you heat it, it vaporizes.
In the air it is the same H2O
Then you cool the water vapor, it condences into liquid again, and
the H2O is Still H2O the Whole time....
In various forms... This is called Static in Motion.

I AM Static in Motion, So are you, it's all from the same stuff.
Even scientists say I'm right. And trust me, they wouldn't unless
they tested it and were very impressed with the results.
Seeing as how, I just wrote the stuff out, I didn't build a lab, fill
it with chemicals and really expensive toys and test it and faill
alot before I have a sucess, I'm Successful by Nature.

There are much better ways to help people out of an SP Condition.
This IS the Basic Technology I was murdered for because I knew and
because it worked. It also revealed how supressive people and
especially how supressive scientologist people can be.

Almost Every time I walk into A Church of Scientology, people play
Drop your case on the auditor.

If I walk into a room, the people in it are getting audited.
I have also used them to handle my case. This means case on post
happens.

Although it is contrary to a good policy, I am Kha-khan'ed which
means LRH Himself issued a policy that states anything I do is O.K.,
and I'm not to be resisted. (supressed)
This scares some until they get to know me and start trusting me.
Then they don't get in the way.

Also, Since a Kha-Khan Transends policy, and I really was the first
to complete a billion years, I can issue a Scientology Order which I
am doing Right Now that All scientologists start processing
individuals and groups in SP Conditions.

I am also right now issuing the policy that Any supressive may
receive Scientology Auditing and Upper Level auditing UnHindered
After they have been cleared of their SP Condition.

I issue now a third policy also that any Scientologist Supressing
Scientology SeaOrg or Otherwise will be doing Double cleanup for any
supressive act commited.

Seeing how can also triple it or zilliontiple it any moment I want on
a whim just for one person, you may want to respond to it immediately.

Now, the Actually three Suits who Killed Q did it were not Really
Scientologists at all.
It was no secret that the war department was very interested in
anything LRH wrote.
It was a troubled time for countries and they were generally very
abberated people.

Mind technolgy was a MUST in their oppinion.
The war department was not interested in learning how to liberate
themselves and Others with LRH tech.
Not all of the war department functioned in this endevor. War
Departments are big.
And it really wasn't that many people directly involved.

Most of the people involved are dead. They still exist. You probebly
would NOT want to be them.
Some of them are small children. I Wouldn't hurt children. I would
however help them in a way that they considered unplesant if they
refused to do something better than what they were doing.

So these guys would have had engineered lives where they were far
worse than you think hitler was.
Well, imagine blanking yourself, hopping into your pre-self-determind
womb and instead of being born that Rich Military Dictator baby,
you find yourself staring at two parents that are not the ones you
picked. They cuddle you and are very affectionate with you and turn
you into a....

But LRH alter-ised This part of the war department for the cia and
started shouting CIA CIA CIA....

This Action drew the CIA Plants and Moles. Who started using LRH's
Foundation for their own purposes, if you ever mentioned what was
happening to Ron, he got pissed at you for making him aware of it.

You get the picture. And two men responsible are still alive. But I
have seen their conditions. I would say they punish themselves
harsher than I ever would have in any time or form.

Supressing a supressive is NOT a solution to Supression.

Now some really abberated guys in the war department were taking LRH
Tech and Modifying it and blending it with other things to create
People who are weapons who create people who are weapons who create
people that are weapons..

WAR, COPS, and The Chuch of Scientology have ties. And Many
supressive third party games going on amoung them.

The CIA became interested in Using the Church of Scientology for all
sorts of reasons that fit their agenda's.

Now I want All the Scientologists in Scientology to Observe How Much
Master-Slave games occur in your church.
Now understand that those are mostly type I supression games.

To the Degree that you are NOT BEing a Really really powerful being
that has exactly as desired, you are being vary Supressive.
Supressing Others is How to get supressed. The Type II(s) SP's are
your bigest dillema. They hide behind these games. A Type II
Supressive Rarely is not in a body of some sort.

There are virtually almost No Type III SP's in scientology, because
the Type IV's keep them out.. Fewer people Know what They are doing.
This isn't very good, because a Type III SP Precesses the Easiest
after having been run on the process I will show you that easily
handles them and resolves the issues that hold them from rocketing up
the bridge.

**** The Type II SP ****

The Type II SP condition is when A person Has Decided to join the SP
Group Agenda to a much greater degree.
If you processed a Type I and the PC became A Type Two, run Type Two
on the PC.

If you thought a PC was a type IV but failed to apply the tech and
you failed to handle him/her the right way. But no matter, if you
accidentally run Type IV SP Processing on a Type II, you misdetermind
whether an SP is Type I, II, III, or IV

But if you run type IV processing on a type II, what you will have
before you is a blatantly obvious type two fuming with antagonism.
There is no repair needed, run type II.

A Type II SP is one who Is Very Enturbulated, very controled. Almost
every type II on this planet Actually experiences themselves BEing a
biological organism.... And I mean that's it... They are just being
the dot in a skull.

They Enturbulate others on purpose and they really enjoy controling
others. They are controled by Type III SP(s) who give them more
ability to enturbulate and control.
Most of them don't realize that it is the Type III(s) that Use
Enturbulation to control them in the same exact fashion.

It takes alot of devotion to process type II(s)... Because they will
use ARC to bring you down the tone scale unless your being un-that-
able.
There are more Type II SP(s) Than Types I, III, and IV until there
are none.

Now, the WAY TO HANDLE a Type II Supressive is to:
0. (Optional) Establish a reality level with your PC. This Helps Alot.

1. Establish Communication and raise his tone level using ARC.

2. Explain how Enturbulation and Enturbulating others works, and the
Supression Pogo Stick.

3. Explain the Tone Scale and How it works.

4. Explain why a supressive's only power is entubulation.

5. Explain how liberating others has effected you since you started
doing it.

6. Give him/her some material that would allow him/her to more easily
handle his/her case.
(Contact info, more basic materials, etc...)

7. Exit his Immediate Environment. As soon as you have left, His Type
III will show up with henchmen. This is the pimp.

8. Do NOT resist the pimp in any way while he is doing his step. This
was set up this way a long time ago.

9. Imediately following, the EP will occur which is, the decision to
play or not play Supression games.

10. This Type II will either become a Type III or Type I or Type 0
(Clear of Supression).

11. Handle the new Type III or Type I, and also, the Type III pimp.
(unless the New Type I handled himself to Type 0)

**** The Type III SP ****

The Type III SP condition is when A person Understands the Control-
Being Controled Pogo Stick, they do not want to be supressive.
This case has litlle desire to do anything supressive and a great
desire to get out of there Crap.

The Type III is Aware of both the Type IV because He usually works
for them, and the Type II because they work for him.
The problem is that they made lotz of agreements about horrendous
stuff happening to them if they ever betray their masters.

They are deeply emotionally torn between Fixing the things they are
responsible for, and the punishment they will get if they do.
This type is the easist to process for you.


Now, the WAY TO HANDLE a Type III Supressive is to:
0. These Zero's are optional but benifitial; Demonstrate that you are
One who Stably Handles Supressives and Supression on a daily basis
with an excellent tract record. [o;-)

1. Remind him that "even though, he made those agreements there is
also An Infite Power that resides upon and in one who is taking
responsibility for handling the supression and supressives."
It is very important to look him directly in the eyes when
you tell him/her this.
(This Power is well known to you to, and has been fully defined in
HuntersList.)

2. Offer him Safe Haven in your group, which you must then provide if
excepted, tell him there is an exchange he must provide: In return he
will instead of commiting supressive acts begin training under you to
clean up the supression problem.

3. If you have his disagreement rather than agreement at this point,
it is because he has decided that the only way he will get above his
Type IV or Type III pimp is to become a really powerful Type IV and
Pimp his Pimp.
(this is a self Induced Aberation Implant that triggers. This is
O.K., Since he is now a Type IV, start processing him as a Type IV.

4. If your working this step, the EP has happened. You have
his/her/it's agreement. Groovy. Now take him under your wing and
start training him/her/it.

5. After your trainee has Processed a few Actual Type IV(s), help him
Handle his Old Boss. He will have then completed his supression
resolution training.

**** The Type IV SP ****

The Type IV SP condition is when a Person has Not exteriorized from
or has Not already handled the "Problem Creators vs Problem Solvers"
incident way long ago on the whole track.
This is what Seperates the OT's from the Type IV SP's... onle little
incident snowballing with resistance..

The Type IV SP is Very Supressive Openly, but he doesen't look for
someone to show his supressive abilities to, they come to him as
Shrimp thinking they are Real Super Powerful Mega OT's.
Many of these got kicked in the teeth. Because the either didn't
know, or in my case, didn't properly understand supression.
Supression is when you stop, hinder, attack, betry, resist, or limit
absolutely anything.

To the degree that you are supressive, you are being supressed. Type
IV supressives have Very well developed Aberated Intelligence. They
Have Advanced Logic.
They live almost entirely in the moment which is why they ussualy
resist looking

Better than Living in the moment, is living in all moments in any
form you want. [o;-) Infinite steps up from there. All steps of a
ladder is really one expanding step.
I have Been Many Many things that No Anything had been before. I was
always on the forfront of frontierism. This was very painful.

The Type IV SP will take on Any Battle, Any Enemy, any place, any
time. They are at the very top of the Supress-Supressed Scale.

Now, the WAY TO HANDLE a Type IV Supressive is to:
0. This step is optional but helps. Explain to the Type IV SP what a
TYPE IV SP is: A person who never got over a specific experince that
happened a long time ago.

1. Remind the Type IV that they have been flipping all the way down
to the very bottom, and the fall has been more sever every time.
(They will instantly agknowledge with A grip of Key in that does
little to them in their Super-Controling State but it will be
uncomfortable for them.)
(move on two step two quickly if your Not BEing A Type IV SP
yourself, because you already handled it, and he just keyed in that
you witheld his cure for 499 cycles.)

2. Show him that you have the Refined Perfected Cure for this ailment
and that your leting him have it right now.

3. Ask him to recall the very first time he ever started a game
against those who fix everything.
(Anything that happens at this point is pretty much irrelevant, since
you just played a mega restim key after the initial key-in's)

4. At this point, contiune asking him heavly charged questions that
Spin people in like....
........How many people have you killed, how many freinds have you
betrayed, why do you want to hurt people, Why do you resist co-
operation,
.....What do you not love yourself, why do you not take
responsibility of yourself and others, How do you feel about the
terrible things you caused?
(Keep up the spitting out the heavly charged questions until he shows
real strong sysmptoms similar to crushing oneself under guilt, but
trying to stay afloat.)

5. Ask him the following question: "Now that you know that you need
to work with us and we need to work with you, will you work togther
with everyone else, so that we can have, everything we ever really
wanted but didn't get?"
(Reguardless of whatever you perceive, his initial responce is always
Yes.. No matter what. and whatever follows is case blowing off...)

6. The process has already EP'ed (completed) now your babysitting him
for a while while he runs stuff out. You are your brothers
babysitter. He will skyrocket up the bridge at this point, with or
without your help and will become a very very responsible person.



**** When you are BEing any Type SP you are unaware of your own
effects ****


As you may have already realized that your OT, but have habits of
demonstrating Types I, II, and III SP Behavior.
This is normal. When you demonstrate those behaviors, you ARE Actualy
BEing Those SP Types. Many of you apply the tech already by nature.
This is because I told you parts of it before hand, and you listened.
There will be rewards.

Most Scientologsists are good at hitting a target with minimal
collateral damnage. This is because they have some respect for those
around them uninvolved in the game. Attacking is a form of supression
huh?

As Long As The Chruch of Scientology Supresses ANYTHING, It will be
supressed. Does anyone want to see Scientology Unsupressed?
Great. I'm glad you picked my side.

Scientologists live around each other and when stuff happens they
usually assume it's just some case getting handled.

They SHOULD Instead, Start a Trend of Doing something about it as a
fourth party (Resolver). And the Scientologists should expand their
associate list to more than just scientologists.
And Scientology Uniforms are in and of themselves restimulative.
Casual Attire should be worn in all field work.

Here's a big next step in the scientology rung: Operative-Co-
Operativeness Levels. (Your Co-Operation Level applied to the group
element of the Dynamic)

How many individual things are you supressing right now?
Should you release them real soon?
Great, Now Do It.

Thanks.

People have questioned that Yugio Cartoon... Do somthing better than
trying to supress it, it ain't gonna be a problem for your kids. The
real problem (already handled) was the drugs they sell your kids
because of your ignorance to valences and machienes, and the
phenomina called play"

And consequently, "Kids can sometimes play rough." <-- This quote is
the NEW foundation for all Psychology, since it was the original, but
I handled the counter-intention.

Those of you who tasted the power of the world to come, understand
that you are living in the New World I spoke of that many tried to
emulate but aberatedly.

To say Any of my work is In Spurts, is very inaccurate. Anyone who
says this is very unaware of most of what I do.

If you Hunger and Thirst for my word, which is Life and Peace, you
shall get an ear full.
If you do not then you will hunger and thirst for my word.

Even if you don't wanna hear it sometimes even though you know you
really do.

My word Makes Sence to the Rational, even partially rational.

There are people who read hunterslist, trying to develop some half
ass ideal while suppressing the flow.
A few of them are Senior Officers playing Type II Supressive Games.

"If you are at the Top of the Bridge, you can also easily be at any
and/or all points and/or create new ones." - HRB

LRH left what Senior Senior scientologists call "the Bridge" about 3
trillion years unfinished.
He did go do something better. You will recognize him again someday
too. He does not really take body form unless it's for reality level
communication purposes.

Niether do I, I am Not LRH, I am Not Jesus Christ. I have already
been them a long long long time ago.

There are Two routes up the bridge, the auditing route of Handle your
Case, and The Training Route of how to handle everything else.
They were designed to be used in unison.

The blind will see, the deaf will hear, the lame will walk, and all
shall Be Aware.

You are actually Acting as a Body Thetan to the animal your Co-
Operating, you share the power and have a symbyotic relationship.
This will improve
your bodies healty, and operation. Grant your body beingness.

A body is fully capable of regrowing Eyballs in the socket where
there were no eyeballs before. Avoid Over-Medicating yourselves since
you know pills are a mental supression game restimulating other
similar games handled on Scientology level OT 4.

We are omnipotant, we can do anything, including supressing the crap
out of ourselves and others, causing the erronious implanted belief
that we are not omnipotant.

The end phenomina of any process is only the initial effect of the
action. There is also a progressive effect.

Many Scientologisits have been avoiding contact with the rest of the
world. This was unwise. It's time to get out there and mingle with
those people your supposed to be clearing.
You have been locked up in a box neglecting the Dynamic.```


Apply the dynamic and you will find those people you have been
avoiding have a whole world of wonderful and useful stuff.
Any scientologist not taking regular weekend walks in public places
should do so or be reported to their ethics oficer.

If your being Third Partied, it is usually a Type II.

An effective Forth Party (Resolver) is Supression Clear in that area
while he is resolving that conflict in that area.

Any SeaOrg Billion year contract signed after the first one is void.
A billion years is long enough. Any involvment afterwards
is "Optional".

Some supressive senior tried to cheat SeaOrg employees out of wage
using deception and ignorance.
It was handled in one sentance. Consider that.

By the way, As usual, if you read this whole message understanding
it, you have just handled your Current SP Condition if Existant. If
you still feel Anti-Social, re-read 1-3 times as needed. [o;-)

If you want MORE Control than everyone else, you are a supressive.
If you want Complete Mutual Unenturbulated Co-Operation, you are my
friend.

One person really can make a difference. I believe in you.

I don't just want a thank you for this, I want Stuff, including A
Personal Invitation to Visit Saint Hill with a handwritten signature
and Official Seal. And When I get there I want ALL Senior Staff to
form two shoulder to shoulder lines. These I walk Through as They
Salute Me.

This shouldn't be questioned. I saluted them for accomplishing work
they still have not yet done. I deserve far more that a sulute for
what I have Already Done. It's a Q thing... still left over.

And if anyone wants do donate Hunter a PayCheck for work done. It
will be accepted with greatfullness. One person had paid Five Dollars
in donation since the inception of HuntersList. I do think more would
be appropriate. Especially since, HuntersList Improves the Economy by
handling source rather than effect.

Hunter Reon Barnes <-- That Really Famous Guy, Who played every
game there is and knows better.

HuntersList -  http://WWW.HuntersList.Redirect.To

If you DO NOT believe you have been Absolutely Everything in Existace,


What Perspective would you have if you had Everythings 1st Person
Perspective?


And I'm telling you it's a Fact whether you believe it or not.


It IS...

(Reality Creeps in on the implanters)

I will soon Robe and Ring my own.

Do what you will.

Hunter Reon Barnes
http://HuntersList.Hopto.Org
"Grant Your Knowingness Beingness"

BABALON

               A Speculative Fiction for Radio
     concerning the life and death of Jack Parsons (1914-52)

¿ Paul A. Green 1998
š
This conceptual synopsis and complete script of BABALON is copyright¿
Paul Andrew Green, who asserts all rights of authorship and
intellectual paternity under the 1988 Copyright Act. It may not be
reproduced , developed, adapted, performed, or broadcast in any form
or medium or format whatsoever without the express written permission
of the author or his agent. BABALON is currently under consideration
by BBC Radio Drama.

SYNOPSIS - CONCEPT & FACTUAL BACKGROUND
Jack Parsons (1914-1952) pioneered the rocket-fuel technology that culminated in
NASA's
Apollo missions and Space Shuttle flights. He was also the Californian head of
the Order of
Oriental Templars, an esoteric group founded by the occultist Aleister Crowley
(1875-1947)
who was his mentor and inspiration.
By 1946 Crowley, prophet of the turbulent Aeon of Horus, was slowly dying in an
English
seaside boarding house. With the assistance of the writer L. Ron Hubbard
(1911-1986) and
the artist Marjorie Cameron (1922-1995), Parsons performed the notorious
"Babalon Working",
a magical experiment allegedly intended to invoke a new entity who would
re-focus the
energies of the Aeon.
The Babalon Working transformed the lives of the main participants - notably
Parsons himself,
who suffered a series of personal and career crises, ending with his death in a
mysterious
explosion - another episode which has been the focus of much speculation.
I've done extensive research into the source materials - which are often obscure
or
contradictory, particularly for the period 1947-52. So BABALON is not a
definitive
"drama-biog" of Parsons' life. It is rather a dramatic exploration of the
Parsons myth, in all
its
mysterious paradoxes. The story time covers the years 1938-52. The broadcast
time is
provisionally sixty minutes.
š
To the best of my knowledge the only other fabulation of Parson's life is an
excellent novella
Jack Parsons and the Curious Origins of the American Space Programme. I
encountered this
after completing the first draft of Babalon in 1998. The anonymous author offers
his own
intriguing interpretation of the Parsons enigma.

------

scenary for radio... very speculative...
More: http://www.qbsaul.demon.co.uk/BABALON3.html


--
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  genial@...

  russian site: http://s-ved.h10.ru/


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This is the main British T. Casey Brennan fan page
with the trenchcoat photo:

http://www.geocities.com/avalard/brennan/contents.html

This is a Canadian JFK page with the trenchcoat
photo cropped:

http://www.angelfire.com/me/carcano

This is from an underground comic/zine with the
trenchcoat photo cropped & in b&w:

http://tcasey.inri.net

This is from The Konformist magazine; scroll down to
photo with caption, "sexiest JFK MK-ULTRA assassin
alive":

http://www.konformist.com/mkkafe/tcasey/tcasey.htm

This is from a professor at the University of Rhode
Island; no photo:

http://karws.gso.uri.edu/JFK/Conspiracy_theories/Brennan--Conjurella/Brennan.htm\
l

This is the NEW TCB fan page, with Clinton document,
but no photo:

http://pw1.netcom.com/~mthorn/0brennan.htm

Crow Manifesto TCB page; 1972 photo only:

http://www.geocities.com/Area51/3255/tcb.html

Page from Norway about my book, VAMPIRELLA:
TRANSCENDING TIME & SPACE; scroll down & click on my
name:

http://www.davestevens.com/html/ds_harri2.html






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          CONJURELLA KRISHNA: SRILA KASIPADA

          Or: How I Became A REAL Hippie Guru!


                           by


                    T. Casey Brennan


Copyright 2003 by T. Casey Brennan

This, of course, is a sequel to the earlier CONJURELLA
stories  posted at:

http://www.geocities.com/avalard/brennan/contents.html

http://tcasey.inri.net

http://pw1.netcom.com/~mthorn/0brennan.htm

http://www.konformist.com/mkkafe/tcasey/tcasey.htm

This is the story of two dreams, two Hare Krishna
gurus, and the Kennedy assassination.  In the period
from late 1983 till mid 1985, I had left my adopted
home of Ann Arbor, Michigan and journeyed to
California.  In the 1970s, I had been known as a
popular comic book writer, my work appearing in such
titles as Warren comics' CREEPY, EERIE and VAMPIRELLA,
DC's HOUSE OF MYSTERY, Archie's RED CIRCLE SORCERY and
a few scattered small press publishers such as POWER
COMICS, FANTASY QUARTERLY, and the Canadian ORB.  But
1983 had found me destitute, and, with the help of my
friends, I traveled to California, hoping for more
professional validation.  Favors from a power
structure which now just barely accepted me had been
slim; California had brought me a few scattered radio
and television interviews, a comic con guest
appearance at a building in Berkeley's Sproul Plaza,
and a write-up in the U.N. World Health Organization
magazine WORLD HEALTH, published in every major
language in the world, October 1983 issue, page
30...look for it at your local UN office, your public
library, or your university's public health library --
a follow-up report on me appeared in WORLD HEALTH,
January-February 1986, page 9.  Then WORLD HEALTH
magazine editor Peter Ozorio had been supportive of my
purported work, as an award winning comic book writer,
to ban smoking in comic books.  Later, in an interview
in COMIC BOOK ARTIST magazine's excellent history of
Warren Publishing Company, THE WARREN COMPANION, I
would admit that it had all been a desperate publicity
stunt.  But then, in the mid 80s, it had been a
vehicle for keeping my name and work alive, in a
decade before the internet took hold, when the fans of
my comic books had all but forgotten me.

Though this is a story, not only of dreams, but of
drugs, cults, and murder, it must be prefaced with
background information on my work.  The 90s had
produced not only my trade paperback, VAMPIRELLA:
TRANSCENDING TIME & SPACE, a compilation of Vampirella
stories by myself and Steve Englehart, but also my
story of my adventures at the Berkeley Krishna Temple,
whose title was a take-off on the title of my book:
CONJURELLA FEVER: TRANSCENDING TIME & MK-ULTRA.    The
story had been published twice, in a comic book called
THE STORK, back when editor Ray Earles had been intent
on making THE STORK look like an underground comic,
and in the Winter 1998 issue of an Austin, Texas based
rock and roll magazine called SALT FOR SLUGS, carried
internationally by Tower Records.  March 1984 had
found me penniless in Berkeley; I appeared at the
Krishna Temple there, on 2334 Stuart St., suitcases in
hand, and nowhere to go.  I had run the gamut seeking
money from friends and political contacts; Peter
Ozorio had arranged for a check to be sent to me c/o
General Delivery, Berkeley, from a United Nations
account in Zurich, based on the first WORLD HEALTH
article.  The check had only a serial number for the
issuer, and an illegible signature, but had been sent
via airmail with a signed United Nations voucher; I
had had no difficulty in cashing the check at the Best
of Two Worlds comic book store in Berkeley, who knew
me by name and professional reputation, but by now, it
was long gone.  In that bygone era, the Krishna
people, besieged by scandals, had begun the long
process of excommunicating their ill-behaved gurus,
and, strangely, had initiated the process by ousting
the least offensive of them, saving the worst for
last.  The first two excommunicated gurus, Srila
Hansadutta and Srila Jayatirtha, were denizens of the
San Francisco Bay, as I was now, quite unwillingly.  I
would have traded an arm to get back to Michigan then,
but no one was buying human arms, so I stayed, quite
miserable and mistreated, in the temple of poor
Hansadutta, whom I later maligned for his escapades,
in the aforementioned FEVER story.  In that story, I
had omitted my brief adventure with the Krishna
people's only LSD guru, Srila Jayatirtha, much like my
mentors, saving the worst for last.  Jayatirtha had,
it was said, originally been a protege of Timothy
Leary.  According to legend, he had renounced LSD
before accepting the Krishna guruship, then later,
resumed the practice, resulting in his eventual
excommunication.

But this was the tale of two dreams.  In 1996, I had
written a story called "Castle Mirage: the Prelude -
Conjurella", alleging my own, and my late parents'
unwilling involvement with the JFK assassination.  It
was posted immediately by several conspiracy sites,
inspiring dozens of Internet fan pages about me, and a
host of sequels, of which the Hansadutta story,
CONJURELLA FEVER, was only one of many.  Ironically,
the original CONJURELLA story did not see print off
the Net, till it appeared with title and contents
shortened, in the St. Louis-based political conspiracy
magazine, STEAM SHOVEL PRESS, issue #19, summer 2002
issue, as "JFK Redux - Castle Mirage" on page 21.

So that was the first dream.  The second must come
later in this story, after I tell what I left out in
CONJURELLA FEVER, after I tell of my meeting with
Jayatirtha, and his eventual murder.  Unlike the first
dream, the second may not have happened at all.
Unlike the first dream, the second may be only a joke
among my many fans and followers, and, like my
ill-fated ban-smoking-in-comics campaign, only an
excuse for further professional exposure.  Unlike the
first dream, the second may be blasphemy; unlike the
first dream, the second may be the lowest form of
self-promotion; unlike the first dream, the second may
be truly, truly evil.  So, for now, I will wait in the
telling of the second dream.  And for now, I will tell
only the facts of my meeting with Jayatirtha.

It was on Thursdays, as I recall, that Jayatirtha's
disciples came to the Berkeley Temple of Srila
Hansadutta, where, by early 1985, I was firmly
entrenched as dishwasher, semi-unwelcome guest, and
impoverished semi-follower of Srila Hansadutta.
Except for ingrained rowdiness, the Hansadutta
devotees, as the Krishna people call their followers,
were not significantly distinguishable in their
philosophy from their former parent group, the
International Society for Krishna Consciousness or
ISKCON.  Hansadutta's followers were aware of their
guru's inconsistencies, apologized for him, and
followed him anyway, still attempting to promote among
their supporters the ISKCON position condemning
intoxication of any kind.  Hansadutta had regretted
his inability to follow that position; Jayatirtha had
not.  Jayatirtha had been defiant, and, following his
removal from his formal position as ISKCON guru, had
taken to selling marijuana and LSD at HIS temple,
across the Golden Gate Bridge, in mountainous Marin
County.

So it was on Thursdays that they came, I think.  Like
the Hansadutta devotees, they danced and chanted
before the deities, the magical statues of Krishna on
the temple's altar.  The deities had not been invented
by the Hare Krishna people, the system had been
created thousands of years before, in India, when
Hindu priests began the tradition of calling the
presence of Krishna into statues of his likeness.  To
Christian missionaries in India, it had been idolatry,
but to T. Casey Brennan, abandoned and impoverished in
Berkeley, the beaming statues had been his only source
of inspiration in a cult which, it seemed, had set
themselves at variance not only with him, but with the
rest of the world as well.  The Berkeley devotees
frequently hated each other, hated the stifling rules
and regulations of ISKCON, and, at times, hated their
own guru, but loved the deities.  Consequently, the
presence of the Jayatirtha devotees before our temple
altar was not always considered proper, but I did not
give a damn.  I needed a secondary refuge besides the
Berkeley Temple -- I advanced on the Jayatirtha cult,
hoping to shift my loyalties, as I had done so many
times before.

A Berkeley Hansadutta devotee named Dave had taken to
the Jayatirtha followers before I had, and they to
him.  So much so, that they had offered him
Initiation.  Initiation, in the Krishna people, works
like this:  the trainee is initially a Bhakta, and is
known by this tile, followed by his name, in this
case, Bhakta Dave.  But when he receives Initiation,
he is given a Sanskrit name, and renounces his former
life -- in this case, Bhakta Dave was henceforth to be
known as Deva Das.

So on that day in 1985, a carload of Berkeley devotees
embarked, with only minimal support from their
comrades in Hansadutta's temple, to accompany Bhakta
Dave on his initiation, and to smoke marijuana and
take LSD in the process.  Along the way, someone said,
Srila Hansadutta was thrown out of ISKCON because he
was into guns, Srila Jayatirtha because he was into
LSD.  I could not let that conversational opportunity
slip away; T. Casey Brennan, former writer of comic
book stories known for  their quality and idealism in
the '70s, was now a bitter cynic.

"I like both guns and LSD," I said, "So I like them
both.  Maybe they should get together on it -- start
the 'LSD-GUN NEWSLETTER'."  I think, only Bhakta Dave
laughed.  But then, that was the way of most of my
jokes in Berkeley.  We stopped along the way, to check
tires or something.  Bhakta Dave and I walked to the
back of the car.  He took out a pack of cigarettes,
shook one up quite professionally, and offered it to
me.  I took it, and we both lit up, as the other
devotees in the car looked around scowling.

We crossed the Golden Gate Bridge and reached
Jayatirtha's Temple in the mountains.  Somewhere, we
had crossed an expanse of smoke-belching factories.
One of the girls had commented that she disliked the
smell of the factories.  But this was 1985, and I was
intent on portraying myself as a conservative.
"Myself, I don't like the smell of the unemployed,
homeless people that are left when the factories close
down," I said.  That didn't get much of a laugh
either.  That same year, I appeared on KFCB's
CALIFORNIA TONIGHT show, a religious talk show from
Concord, clad in suit and tie, with shoulder-length
California bleach-blond hair, made that way from
constantly walking around in the sun (usually to avoid
the Berkeley Krishna people) -- host Ron Haus had
given me the biggest build-up I'd ever received on a
TV talk show, noting letters of support from Art
Linkletter and the aforementioned UN WHO articles --
and called for a return to the comic book burnings of
the 1950s, as inspired by religious groups and a
crusading psychologist of that bygone era.  It had
been my last TV appearance, as of this writing, in
2003, and was last broadcast, I believe, on
Valentine's day of 1985.

But here I was no star, no celebrity; here I was the
least of the Berkeley Krishna people, accompanying
Bhakta Dave for his initiation by a rival guru, the
now legendary and murdered Jayatirtha.

We parked and entered the huge mansion.  My first
impression was that it was bitterly cold, as the
mountains in Marin usually are in winter.  Jayatirtha
had not yet arrived, but we approached the altar.
Krishna's statutes were upon that altar, as was a
photograph of Jayatirtha, but so also were statues of
Jesus and Mary, in defiance of ISKCON regulations
forbidding such things.  I turned to one of the other
devotees and said jokingly, "These are dangerous men,"
though, in fact, I was impressed by their soft-spoken
gentleness.  It was that T. Casey Brennan cynicism
again, and again, no one understood, and no one
laughed.

At some point, we were each provided with The
Sacrament:  LSD on rice paper, embossed with the word
YES.  Some weed was smoked, and periodically, I asked
for more of the pleasant rice paper LSD.  The devotees
complied, tearing the YES squares in half with some
difficulty, supplying me with half a hit at a time,
each time I asked.

Gradually, due to the LSD, my mountainous
surroundings, and the diverse nature of Jayatirtha's
followers, I began to get the impression that I had
entered some strange fairy tale kingdom.  A hunchback
arrived, some children, some Indian-born Hindus, and
assorted Berkeley hippies, all in the bitter,
shivering cold.  It was night now, and Dave and I
walked onto a wooden porch overlooking the majestic
Marin landscape.  At last, Jayatirtha arrived,
apologized for the cold, and said it would be better
when the fire sacrifice began.  Though young in
appearance, he had long gray hair, also in defiance of
standard Hare Krishna custom, which preferred the
shaven-headed-with-ponytail look.  Jayatirtha was, it
was said, Jewish by birth, and a British citizen.
Though expelled by ISKCON, his tremendous charisma had
caused Temples to spring up in England and India and
elsewhere in Asia, following him still, whatever his
course.

Bhakta Dave, of course, had the seat of honor, but was
not handling his LSD as well as I, or the others.
Later, though I was not present, he told me that, as
he sat down, he suddenly shouted "They're going to
kill me!" and bolted for the door.  "I was scared," he
told me later, back at the Berkeley Temple.  Still
with that 1985-style T. Casey Brennan cynicism, I'd
replied, "If I'd known that, I would have pulled a gun
and shot you in the back."   But the gentle Jayatirtha
had said, "You have to come back and sit down now,
Dave.  We're going to begin."  And it had worked.

Now, not to be self-deprecating, but most of my life,
I've been just a tad out of synch with what I'm
actually supposed to do.  The Jayatirtha initiation
was no exception, and the LSD had nothing to do with
it.  My last television appearance had been in 1985 in
Concord, California, but my first had been in the
1950s in Columbus, Ohio, on a children's show called
THE FIVE AND TEN SHOW, so named because you had to be
between ages five and ten to be on it.  A row of
children, including me, were supposed to do a dance
with motions to "jump down, turn around, pick a bale
of hay".   I did all that, but completely out of synch
with my child colleagues, and the last scene found me
still spinning awkwardly, as the rest of the line of
children bowed and left the stage.  The Jayatirtha
fire sacrifice experience was similar.  On an altar
fire of burning aromatic wood, we were instructed, on
signal, to throw a handful of rice on the fire and
chant "SVA-HA!"; it's Sanskit, I didn't know what it
meant, I still don't.    So each time the devotees
shouted and threw the rice, I waited five seconds and
did the same after them, and each time, they all
turned to look at me contemptuously, as had the other
children on THE FIVE AND TEN SHOW.

As we had been given the LSD, we had been told proudly
that the building had once been the old Owsley LSD
factory, since reopened.  Owsley, like Leary, had been
one of the early LSD pioneers.   So I was tripping
heavily by the time of Jayatirtha's sermon, as he
finalized the initiation of Bhakta Dave, who, at some
point, had become Deva Das.  Jayatirtha told Dave that
now that he was receiving initiation, the most
important thing was that he be a good person.
Jayatirtha paused eloquently, and added "Now that
isn't always possible.  But, always to try..."

I shall never forget those words or that sermon.
After the initiation, we went to Jayatirtha's other
mansion, and Jayatirtha led us in a song of his own
making, "Temple of Peace".  I was deeply moved.  In
the morning, we returned, and our driver was still
feeling the effects of the LSD, speeding down the
treacherous mountain highway at a breakneck pace.
Dave, now, Deva Das, and I tried to calm him by
nervously invoking the philosophy.  "Well," I said, my
cynicism replaced by mortal fear as the high-on-LSD
driver negotiated the mountain curves at 90 or 95,
"The devotees don't care about speed; no, the devotees
have a more relaxed kind of lifestyle..."  Deva Das
chimed in, "No, the devotees don't care about speed,
hare krishna, hare krishna, krishna krishna, hare
hare, hare rama, hare rama, rama rama, hare hare..."

But the driver was chanting, "I love speed, I love
SPEED!"  I never thought I'd make it through alive.
But I did.  But Jayatirtha didn't.

Later that year, in the fall, I believe, the
Jayatirtha temples made national news when they were
raided, and LSD, marijuana, and cocaine, plus a half
million dollars in British and American currency were
seized.  The story was carried in USA TODAY, and the
San Francisco papers, and safely back in Ann Arbor, I
saw footage of a hooded Jayatirtha in custody on
television.  Amazingly, there was no trial to follow,
and no mention of the raid in the later books and
articles chronicling criminality in the Krishna
movement, though numerous pages are devoted to his LSD
usage and sales.  The raid and its consequences have
simply ceased to be.  History has been rewritten, even
by ISKCON's self-professed staunchest critics.
Several years later, Jayatirtha was found murdered in
England, his head cut off, and a knife driven into his
chest.

A berserk former devotee was arrested and committed to
a mental institution.  No credibility was assigned to
the theory that Jayatirtha had been murdered by the
CIA for becoming too indiscreet with the LSD they had
helped prepare for him at CIA LSD laboratories...the
raid was not the reason, after all, it had never
happened.  Those who persisted in this account were
told what was, they said, the REAL story.  In hushed
tones, they told what they said was the SECRET truth;
the berserk devotee who had killed Jayatirtha had been
inspired, not by the CIA, but by Jayatirtha's WIFE,
whom he was in the process of leaving.  And after the
CIA blew Kurt Cobain's head off for the exact same
reason, they told the exact same story about HIS wife.
  The names were changed, but the story the same, but
then, I said there was a second dream, didn't I?

So this was the second dream.   Jayatirtha's followers
told a bit different story about his excommunication
than did ISKCON.   The Hare Krishna movement had been
begun in America by an aged guru, a Hindu by training,
though he despised that word, preferring the more
specific term, Vaisnava.  He was known as His Divine
Grace, A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, usually
called, simply, Prabhupada.  They Jayatirtha devotees
told me that Prabhupada had appointed Jayatirtha as
his sole successor, a position not easily refuted,
since his papers allegedly denoting succession upon
his death, now appear, even in the eyes of the most
impartial observers, to be, at best, unclear, or, at
worst, forged or altered.

In the second dream, there are two initiations taking
place, one on this plane, one on a higher plane of
existence.  Here, Bhakta Dave was being initiated as
Deva Das.  But in the higher plane, the gentle,
eloquent Jayatirtha tells the cynical, self-promoting
T. Casey Brennan, "When I am murdered, you must take
up my place, and tell what you know on the Kennedy
assassination.  When I am murdered, you must become
Srila Kasipada, in direct succession to those who came
before us."

"You are Srila Kasipada," Jayatirtha said, in the
dream, "Meat-eater, fornicator, blasphemer, the last
and the worst of Krishna's gurus."

And, you know?  I guess I am.  And that was the story
of the two dreams, how Bhakta Dave became Deva Das,
and Srila Jayatirtha became a murder victim, and the
cynical, blasphemous T. Casey Brennan became Srila
Kasipada, the last and the worst of the Krishna gurus.

                                               The End

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This is a JFK story I wrote in 1998.  It is posted at:

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By way of further intro, I am T. Casey Brennan, 1970s
comic book writer, published notably in the Warren
comics, CREEPY, EERIE and VAMPIRELLA, but also in such
places as Archie's Red Circle Sorcery, see...

http://www.mightycrusaders.net/redcircleindex.htm


...Ufologist Daniel Fry's UNDERSTANDING magazine
see...

http://danielfry.com/?986

...and the Crowleyan EQUINOX magazine -- see...

http://members.ozemail.com.au/~realoto/eqv3c.html

-- the version published by Marcella Motta.  I am
currently homeless, and am in the process of
chronicling my adventures with the Hare Krishna
people, note the pages at...

http://www.geocities.com/tcb_sr/






Conjurella DDT:
Cold War Warriors
Comic Book Truth
by T. Casey Brennan

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Kepp on dreaming I sont become psycho case please."

-- Muhammad Nawaz Sharif, Prime Minister of Pakistan
who replaced Benazir Bhutto, on reading the notes for
Conjurella DDT, complete with his original spelling,
in an e-mail from Pakistan to T. Casey Brennan, on
January 3, 1998.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

This is the story of the assassins. This is the story
of the cold war soldiers of AIDS. This is the story of
Conjurella DDT. This is the story of hope.

I said in Conjurella that I started school in
September of 1953. But I may have been a little late
that month. I know I was in the Yale, Michigan
hospital with asthma in September before either my
first of second year in school, I think both.

Mama and Daddy loved DDT. But Daddy hated farming. It
was sometime around then that we got rid of all the
cattle on our eighty acres of farmland in Emmett or
Avoca, we weren't sure which, because it was just out
in the country, and they'd change the postal address
on us.

But it was sometime around then, I think, before I
started school, that Mama and Daddy got into DDT. I
mean, really into it.

I was born on August 11, 1948, in a hospital in Port
Huron, Michigan. The doctor that delivered me was Dr.
Pollack, you know, like former Michigan State Senator
Lana Pollack. Later on, Mama and Daddy took me to the
railroad bridge in Beard's Hills on M-136, past Avoca,
going toward the highway that leads to Port Hope. That
was where Dr. Pollack tried to jump off, and kill
himself. He knew about MK-ULTRA. Mama said he said:

"Oh, God, to bring a baby into the world to suffer so.
Oh God, to bring a baby into the world to do that."

And then he jumped. But he only broke both his legs.
He was never the same after that, they said.

After I wrote Conjurella, I remembered more about the
Old Covered Bridge meeting with David Ferrie.

After David Ferrie scared us, after they raped Aunt
Bonnie (I only made up the name Conjurella to call
her; she never called herself that), her daughter
Linda (I only made up the name Glinda to call her in
Conjurella, to make it like a fairy tale, a Ferrie
tale), says:

"They're going to make us shoot John Kennedy."

That was how long they were after him.

And she did. I saw her.

After the voices, after they lifted me up, after I
initiated the firing that killed the President, they
led me groggily into the hall. And I saw that fleeting
glimpse of Linda once again.

David Ferrie had braced the rifle to the window. I
know that, because I threw myself to the floor after
firing the first shot. With the heel of my hand, I
tried to push the rifle out the window. I was willing
to die for her; I was willing to die for my secret
friend.

But this is the story of Conjurella DDT. This is the
story of the cold war soldiers.

Sometime in the early 1950s, Daddy got the idea that
the pine trees on our eighty acres had to live. He got
big cannisters of DDT, wirh sprayers on them. And then
he took me and Mama back to the woods with them.

I'm not sure David Ferrie wasn't involved. He said
tell all this if they killed him. I am.

I'm not sure how old David Ferrie was. I don't look in
any books before I write the Conjurella stuff; maybe
after, but never before. But I think he was an
assassin in World War II, maybe a child assassin, for
the O.S.S. I think I remember Aunt Bonnie saying
something about them, but I don't know any more.

Anyway, Daddy was worried about the pine trees dying
from these worms that got on them every year. There
were little worms on the pines, that lived in big
silken tents that looked like spider webs. Mama and
Daddy made me go back with them, with the DDT. I don't
know how many trips I took with them like that. My
eyes burned and wept blood, I wheezed and gasped, my
head was light, and all my skin hurt.

Finally, I said: "Mama and Daddy, I can't stand any
more DDT. I can't go back to spray trees with DDT any
more."

And they didn't make me again. But that wasn't my last
exposure to DDT.

"My cancer observations, too, may be 'out of
reckoning', but they have brought me safely through a
dark, uncharted water, where more than once my craft
has 'grazed the edge of foreign shores'."

-- Edna Kaehele, founder of the anti-cancer group,
Fear Fighters, in Living with Cancer, Doubleday &
Company, Inc., 1952

"The hardiest individualist I know...is Casey Brennan,
a three-year old friend from Avoca, Michigan."

-- Edna Kaehele, Training the Family Dog (Chapter
Seven), Lantern Press, 1953.

"The O.S.S. was so bad, we should have fought with the
Nazis just to stop them. And I'm a Jew."

-- Conjurella

In 1953, after Linda told me what we'd have to do, I
said, "Who is John Kennedy?"

Little girls are always smarter than little boys. She
said: "A Senator."

I asked "What's a Senator?"

I don't remember whether she explained or not.
MK-ULTRA, David Ferrie, and Dr. E could always make
you forget, no matter what; could always make you
trust them again, no matter what. So in 1958, we
trusted the CIA, Mama and Daddy and me, and my ersatz
aunt.

It must have been 1958.

It was the summer in between grades during my four
years at Our Lady of Mt. Carmel School in Emmett,
Michigan. It MAY have been 1957, but I think it was
1958, when David Ferrie flew us to Indonesia and
Prince Sihanouk tried to prevent the Kennedy
assassination.

Edna Kaehele was "Pat" to her friends, and "Aunt
Patty" to me. I don't know why she called herself Pat.
She had two sons, Jerry and Dean, one of them, I think
Jerry, went on to become an oficial of the John Birch
Society, and a daughter called "Butch". She lived in
Columbus, Ohio, like my late mother, paperback author
Alice Brennan, nee Mildred Alice Goodrich. They were
both writers, they were both friends, and she was one
of the people who got me involved with David Ferrie.

It must have been 1958.

Aunt Patty said, "Casey has a great future with the
CIA." And we all went to Indonesia. I don't remember
if Mama was there or not; I think Daddy was. I
remember Aunt Patty saying: "When you're in Indonesia,
it's just like being in the United States."

But it wasn't.

All I remember is the hotel in Indonesia. I don't
remember the flight. I just remember the hotel. I must
have been ten. I'm trying to remember; I'm trying to
place it. Maybe I was nine. When I was nine, I went on
The Five & Ten Show, on UHF, in Columbus. I went on
with my cousins, Uncle Charley's kids, Uncle Charley
was a Shriner, and he recorded on this old record
player; there was a special record you could put on
that would record stuff.

I wanted to go on The Five & Ten Show, but I did not
want to shoot John Kennedy, and neither did Linda.

The first Dallas police interrogation of Lee, it was
destroyed, my Dad told me. Lee told them about "child
molesters trying to take over the world". No one will
ever know; it was me, I initiated the firing, Lee was
innocent, my shot killed him, there was no need for
David Ferrie to continue shooting, no need for Linda
with sugar cubes in her muffs to shoot at all, but she
did.

On The Five & Ten Show, they played "Turkey in the
Straw"; there was a little dance that went with it and
I couldn't do it!!! I could damned well shoot John
Kennedy for them, but I could not do that Dance!!! It
had something to do with, jump down, turn around, pick
a bale of hay: my cousins, who had not been injected
with anything at all by David Ferrie, could do it just
fine...

I was still on stage, trying to do this crap, after my
cousins had marched off. After the music had stopped,
I was still on stage, twirling around all wrong for
the fade-out.

But I did shoot John Kennedy for them. And Uncle
Charley and the Shriners, I'm supposed to say, were
not involved, but Uncle Johnny and the Finders, they
were in it up to their necks.

But the hotel.

First I remember, just running around the hotel in
Indonesia, like a kid, which I was. And I remember
Aunt Patty saying Indonesia is just like America,
everything is in English, and that I've got a great
future with the CIA. But then...

Prince Sihanouk of Cambodia enters.

There is a table of Asians in the restaurant.

One says "That is Sihanouk!"

They exchange glances.

One says: "I will offer obeisances."

He prostrates himself on the floor before Sihanouk.

Another says: "I will not offer obeisances to
Sihanouk."

But Sihanouk comes every day at noon. He has a little
office in the restaurant, and he says it is about
"international trade".

We get used to seeing him every day; it's just
Sihanouk.

But he wants to talk to me. I'm afraid, not OF him,
but for him.

He takes me in his office and says, "I can get you out
of this, you know."

I'm ten. Or nine.

Sihanouk is young in 1958. He has a moustache, his
complexion is dark, his voice is sincere, and he says:


"I can get you and the other children to safety."

I laugh at the Prince.

Even at ten (or nine), I do not want more innocent
blood of those who try to help me.

Even at ten (or nine) I say:

"You're crazy. You'd never get us out of hrere alive."


(Interlude: David Ferrie and Benazir Bhutto. Sometime
in the 1950s, David Ferrie took me to meet the
kidnapped Benazir Bhutto, daughter of Zhulfikar Ali
Bhutto, and the future Prime Minister of the Pure
State, Pakistan. Yaya Khan knew that she had been
kidnapped and used in mind-control experiments by CIA
MK-ULTRA, and used that knowledge to solicit unlimited
aid from the U.S. Zhulfikar knew also, and would have
told her before his execution by CIA puppet and
assassination victim-to-be, Zia, but she was refused
audience with her doomed father by Zia. She murdered
her brother and her mother's best friend, as Prime
Minister of the Pure State: this is why...

David Ferrie calls her a "little whore". She isn't.
David Ferrie is weird and thinks any little girl is a
"little whore."

Benazir Bhutto is tied up in a chair; we may be in Dr.
E's office in Port Hope, Michigan; I called it
"Hopeville" in Conjurella. David Ferrie and another
man, maybe Dr. E are working on her. They tell her,
"We're going to make you kill your whole goddamned
family, you little whore!"

After all this, David Ferrie says, "Would you like to
take her out in a field and play with her, the way you
do with Kay?"

I say: "I'm scared."

David Ferrie pretends to look confused.

I say: "You just told her you're going to kill her
family."

David Ferrie laughs.

"She won't remember any of that, Casey! Wait and see!"


And when I wake up, I'm in a field with Benazir. She
is smiling coyly, and she doesn't remember. We run
around and play and at the end, she gets too far away,
and I start calling, "Benazir, Benazir!" But she is
too far away, and then I'm asleep again. When I wake
up,, there is a woman with David Ferrie saying:
"Benazir!? What kind of name is that? There's no one
in Avoca with a name like Benazir! What kind of name
is that?!"

They think I won't remember. They think I won't care
about her. But I do. That was the interlude. This is
Indonesia:)

In Indonesia, Prince Sihanouk says: "Yes, I can get
you out."

But he can't. There are catacombs under the hotel
where the CIA can take people and hold them prisoner
or kill them.

I don't know whether or not Sihanouk knows about the
disease, the disease they are making to attack Africa.
But he knows about the children. Later, the CIA tells
me that the whole Vietnam war was started because of
Sihanouk.

Later, much later, it must have been the 1970s, they
could still haul me in even then, and keep me for
days, I was exposed to DDT again. I think. David
Ferrie is dead now. I think. But now Dr. E's people
are all around me, and they're all taking little
yellow capsules. They tell me they are taking
Experimental DDT.

I say: "It's bad to be exposed to DDT."

Dr. E's people say: "But now they're saying you should
take it, just like a vitamin."

And they make me take the little yellow capsules of
Experimental DDT, every day, for, I think, five days.

And that was the story of Conjurella DDT.

This is the story of how they taught Linda to kill:

In the 1950s, an old lady named Mamaganda lived
upstairs from Uncle Johnny. She must have found out
too much, because Uncle Johnny and Dr. E had decided
to kill her.

But first they had to move her, so no one would know.
I know I had only seen Dr. E once or twice before when
it happened, so it must have been the summer of 1959.
Mamaganda is moved from Uncle Johnny's to Uncle
Blood's house, also in Columbus, again to be an
upstairs tenant. She will not stay long.

Mama and Daddy take me to Uncle Blood's. They take me
to a room, and open the door, and there is Dr. E, with
a roomful of children.

Mama says: "Here's Dr. E. You know this is Columbus,
not Port Hope, so you know he can't be real."

Linda is one of the children. They all have knives and
glazed, drugged expressions.

Dr. E says: "Put the sticks into Mamaganda. Be sure
you see the blood. She wants to see the blood. She
will like the blood."

Then the children all go upstairs to see Mamaganda.

The End




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Celebrity Homeless List including my name:

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The JFK Connection:

This is a Canadian JFK page with the trenchcoat photo
cropped:

http://www.angelfire.com/me/carcano

This is from The Konformist magazine; scroll down to
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This is from a professor at the University of Rhode
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This is a Canadian JFK page with the trenchcoat photo
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Castle Mirage - The Prelude: Conjurella
by T. Casey Brennan

(c) 2005 by T. Casey Brennan

This is the story of little mice. David Ferrie's mice.
No, this is the story of Conjurella, and her daughter,
Glinda; they were both there when I first met David
Ferrie in Ohio, at the Old covered Bridge; so were
Mama and Daddy and Uncle Johnny. Everyone is dead now,
except me, and, I think, Glinda, so there is no one to
ask. But I think it must have been the summer of 1953.
I started school in September of 1953 at Swamp School
on Bricker Road in Emmett, Michigan; a one-room school
on a gravel road which boasted my late mother as the
CEO of its Board; it was sometime around then that the
meeting at the Old Covered Bridge took place.

It looked something like a covered wagon, over a small
stream through a narrow road cutting through fields
and brush that stretched on forever. This was 1953.
The only war we might have lost had been over for less
than a decade. Oh-ess-ess was a whisper that lingered
in the air; a song that was over, yet the melody
haunted us. War measures meant many things to those
caught in the web of that whisper, oh-ess-ess, so
softly spoken, a love song, a lullaby, a death threat.
I don't remember, but I think that whisper was in the
air when we first met David Ferrie. Uncle Johnny
helped arrange it; Uncle Johnny said he was a finder.
Daddy and Uncle Johnny park the car right on the
bridge, and get out "to take a walk" -- there is
something on the car radio, or maybe Daddy and Uncle
Johnny tell us, about "two escaped convicts" believed
loose in that area. Mama and Conjurella get in the
front seat. Glinda and I are in the back seat. Has
MK-ULTRA begun yet? They must have given me some of
the amnesiac hypnotic drug that Dr. E, the hypnotist
whose work formed the basis for Mama's obsession with
hypnosis as noted in Castle Mirage, would later fore
on me in a more conventional setting. Glinda is my
age, she is five. she sees the Perfect soldier, David
Ferrie, standing guard. Everyone has told me: "Don't
see that soldier," but Glinda says, "He Sees that
soldier."

David Ferrie uses his O.S.S. code name, Perfect
Soldier. I don't remember how I know that. He assumes
battle stances, brandishes his rifle, and threatens
the children with rape. but it is Conjurella who is
raped, by the "escaped convicts" who inevitably appear
as David Ferrie looks on. Glinda and I are spared,
and, I think, so is Mama. But I was too still in that
back seat throughout the attack, too oblivious to what
was happening - they had used something akin to Dr.
E's "red lollipops", a favorite drug ploy of the
MK-ULTRA hypnotist who would some day send the Perfect
Soldier on a mission to kill John Kennedy.

I have the Brass Monkey, I think Uncle Johnny gave it
to me. I don't know if it had anything to do with the
OSS. It's not brass all the way through, and it says
"Germany" on the bottom, not "Deutchlann" - Germany.

David Ferrie is hard to remember.

I said I went to Swamp School, that was for my first
and second grades. In the third grade, I started
parochial school, Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Parish
School, also in Emmett. That was in September of 1955.
I attended Our Lady of Mt. Carmel for my third,
fourth, fidth, and sixth grades. Daddy, who had always
had intermittent violent fits, accusing my mother of
an extra-marital affair (and me, of being the
offspring of a local handyman from Texas, Frank
Tilton) was on his best behavior through that period.
He had been elected, or appointed, I forget which, to
a position on the St. Clair County Board of Education,
to match my mother's, on the Swamp Board. I am trying
hard to be a Catholic religious sissy, worrying about
mortal sin, telling me priest in confession about my
Brigitte Bardot pin-ups, and studying prayerbooks. But
in the summer of 1959, after my sixth-grade year,
Daddy got in trouble. Getting out of it involved using
his family "in hypnotic experiments".

That was how we met Dr. E. And how we all met David
Ferrie again. Keep going north on M-19, and you will
reach Yale, Michigan, a tiny town with its own tiny
airport. David Ferrie, Who is calling himself David
Ferris by then, flew into the Yale airport in he
pre-dawn hours to meet with my Dad, and follow behind
us in a car, as we drove farther north, to Hopeville,
to meet the hypnotist, Dr. E. There was no doubt about
it; we were in custody.

My Dad is introduced, and he extends his hand to David
Ferrie/Ferris and says "I attended to Ferris Institute
in Big Rapids..." He stresses the word Ferris; he
knows he is in trouble and he is looking for something
that will give him an edge conversationally. but there
is to be no conversation. A committee of MK-ULTRA
agents roughly hustle him back to his car. Back in the
car, he tells Mama: "We're cooked. This is the same
guy Johnny took us to meet".

My memories of Doctor E are very sketchy, and they are
not always easily rendered sequential. I know that at
some point, through the use of amnesiacs so we would
have no recollection of the more threatening
encounters, he gained our trust, although it is
important to remember that it was as difficult
remembering just what had taken place previously with
Dr. E then, as it is now.

I know that at one point, Daddy was in Dr. E's office,
and Mama and I were in the waiting room, and Dr. E
came out and said, "I want to see how fast you can eat
a red lollipop," and handed us two red candies, which
caused us both to pass out immediately; I only vaguely
remember us being carried limply into his private
office, and that, only after over three decades.

We went up north in August of 1959 on a trip, and I
started back to school in September, at the old Swamp
School again, and it was around then that I met Lee
through Dr. E. Lee flew into the Yale airport with
David Ferrie; I was always afraid of David Ferrie, but
I was never afraid of Lee. He did not know about the
threatening circumstances of our initial meetings with
Dr. E and David Ferrie. He said that Dr. E was going
to give him "almost god-like powers", and that he was
doing "something important for the government". He
said he was going on a trip, but he would be back to
see me every so often. He spoke of great authority
that he would have on his return, and his explanations
of that coming authority vacillated between the
governmental and the mystical.

I saw Lee only a very few times, and one of the
memories of that era is an implant, because Dr. E.
shoved me up against his screen, as I'll describe
later, and said, "You're going to meet Lee Oswald
again at swamp School, but this time it won't be
real." the meeting that was real is sketchy. I don't
remember how he got there, but I remember he was
standing at the very edge of the road, telling me he
was concerned bout how I was being kicked around, but
he was going to do something about it. A lady who
drove by and saw us, Kathy Malarkey, was later put
into a mental institution, though I don't know if
there's a connection.

I only saw Lee the first few days of September of 1959
when I entered the seventh grade. By the time I
finished that school year, the U-2 incident had taken
place, and Dr. E told us: "Don't worry about that one.
We control both sides." On another occasion, someone
associated with David Ferrie told me that MK-ULTRA,
which was directly overseen by then C.I.A. Director
Allen "You're a Good Man, Mr. Dulles" Dulles, was in
the process of artificiaally creating a disease that
would Make the people who caught it hairless "just
like David Ferrie".

I am trying to place all this timewise; I know that in
the early days, I took home a comic book from Dr. E's
waiting room; it was in issue of Robin Hood, under the
brand Quality Comics, and several years old. By this
time, Mama and I were so disoriented by Dr. E's
sessions, that we had forgotten the early, threatening
encounters, and Mama encouraged me to leave a comic
book in the office in return, which I did, a copy of
Brave & Bold #28, an issue which introduced the
Justice League, a team of DC Comics superhereos, I was
later to have some marginal connection with DC Comics,
and my stories appear in some late 1970s issues of the
former DC title, House of Mystery.

I am also thinking that my parents may have taken
other children from the neighborhood to see Dr. E, and
I am wondering if there are any witnesses.

We do not see David Ferrie again with Dr. E, but there
are disjointed memories of meeting with David Ferrie
in my home, and in a neighbor's home, under so much
drugging that I was only dimly, barely aware that my
surroundings were real. it must have been later in his
life, not around the Old Covered Bridge meeting,
because in 1953, he still looked like a man, but by
the time these meetings took place, he was just a fat,
bald old blob. He looked something like my Catholic
godfather, Paul, who was also fat and bald, so I
asigned him the name "Bad Paul", which he liked, thouh
he always did his best to be as threatening as
possible during these meetings, though he never Laid a
hand on me.

I further remember them harassing me at a campground
outside St. Ignace, around the time of the launching
of Telstar, the first satellite to relay television
signals, which you could then see orbiting like a
shooting star. It was in August of 1962, before I
started my tenth grade year, no longer at Swamp
School, but now attending Peck High School in Peck,
Michigan. Campers, including my parents and myself,
liked to sit around a campfire, and watch Telstar. We
loved Telstar; I even had the 45rpm it inspired. but
on this particular occassion, we were discussing the
U-2. A man at the campfire said, well, Powers was just
a coward; he had a lethal injection to take if he was
shot down, he should have taken it. But one by one,
everyone, including my parents, leave the fire, and
this one man remains, and he says, the C.I.A., that
the U-2 was with, he works for them also. I say, hey,
great. He looks guilty for a second, collects himself,
and tells me the CIA has a use for me.

In October of 1962, we flew to New Orleans with David
Ferrie and Air America, as I could help with the Fair
Play for Cuba Committee very briefly. To understand
the manner in which the Hopeville MK-ULTRA office -
The Project, as I learned it was called- could be
lethal with its participants one week, and a
cooperative confidant and ally with them the next, it
will be useful to understand, by way of a comparison,
the effects of two drugs known to the general populace
today; Rohypnel and Ritalin. Rohypnel produces
unconsciousness and amnesia; Ritalin produces a very
singular one-pointedness in users allowing them to
concentrate on exactly what they are doing, and
nothing else. It is possible for a person under the
MK-ULTRA counter-parts of these drugs, combined with
hypnosis and post-hypnotic suggestion, to, for
instance, blithely pass out Fair Play For Cuba
Committee literature in New Orleans, without ever even
questioning how he got there, or believing that it
should be questioned. also, there are processes of
MK-ULTRA induced amnesia which make it virtually
fool-proof. In the induced trance state, the victim is
subjected to threats on his family members and
himself. He is forced to witness real or contrived
torture-killings of other human beings while in this
state. Then, he is withdrawn from the scene of this
abuse, given hypnotic commands in conjunction with
drugs, told that the abusive treatment was all
imaginary, and that he must not remember it; if he
will not remember it, it will not be real.

I remember the Fair Play For Cuba Office in New
Orleans, and I remember the Christian Anti-Communism
Crusade office on the other side of the building. I
remember asking someone, I don't remember who, but it
wasn't Lee, "Are we for or against Communists?" And he
said, "Both." and I laughed.

Anyway, Lee says the big Fair Play For Cuba campaign
was in August, and I missed it, but we pass out a few
pamphlets, and on the way back, we go into a store,
it's just the two of us, on foot, and he buys me a
candy bar, and he tells me to give them a pamphlet,
tell them you're Lee Oswald, he says, and I do. And he
laughs. Not far down the street, he stops by a tree.
He wants to talk.

He says, "I'm doing dangerous work. If anything
happens to me, I want you to take care of the family."


"Sure," I say.

But I really don't want any part of this. After we fly
back, that night, Daddy pretends to have a fit. I say
pretends, because now that I am an adult, and not
under the influences of the substances forced upon me
during the incidents, I see very well how his
threatening, seemingly erratic behavior, contributed
to the process of drug-and-hypnosis induced amnesia.
My first example of it was, in the early days of
visiting Dr. E, Daddy and I took separate pills,
voluntarily this time, on the premise that they would
help to "induce hypnosis", which, at that time, we
thought we were studying. Driving back, Mama is
crying, and I am lathargic and disoriented. I mention
the pill I took, and Daddy flips out: "I took that
pill, not you!" He stops the car and becomes more
threatening. I say to Mama: "Daddy has gone crazy."
Mama says: "This is a lot worse than Daddy going
crazy."

The incident following the flight from New Orleans was
a parallel; he began yelling "I want you to forget
that trip! You're going to forget that trip!" And I
did, again, for more than three decades.

I also forgot this:

At some point, Dr E asked if I would like to play the
shooting gallery game that he had. I said that I
would. He put me in front of a kind of television
screen with a head brace on the seat in front of it.
He says, "We don't have the gun that goes with it
hooked up yet. But when you see the cowboy shoot the
penny, you'll have good luck."

I look at the screen coming on, and he hits me with
something, I think an injection in my neck, it hurts,
and I slump. But the pictures form on the screen, and
I can hear the words through head-sets.

First there is a picture of a penny.

"SEE THE CENT WITH LINCOLN'S HEAD."

Then there is a picture of John Kennedy.

"THEN THINK OF THE SQUIRREL WITH JOHN F. KENNEDY'S
HEAD."

(Girl's chuckle.)

Girl's voice: "IT'S NOT REALLY LINCOLN. IT'S JUST A
CENT WITH LINCOLN'S HEAD."

Then there are moving pictures of a cowboy tossing a
penny into the air.

"Pop!" he shoots it with a revolver, but instantly,
the picture is of John Kennedy.

The voice says: "THINK OF THE CENT WITH LINCOLN'S
HEAD, THEN SHOOT THE SQUIRREL WITH JOHN F. KENNEDY'S
HEAD."

At another point, Dr. E shows me a whole film. It is
sometime after I have seen something on real
television, I think Disney, about the MacGregor family
of Scotland, which I liked, about all the oppression
they endured, and how, in the end, everybody stood up
for them, and they are back on top. Dr. E. tells me he
has something similar about the Fitzgerald family. I
watch it, and I only remember the ending. It's set in
the late middle ages or something, the Fitzgerald
family is put through all sorts of problems, but in
the end, there's a big crowd scene, and the speaker, a
Fitzgerald himself, has just won some major victory,
and he has everyone in the crowd with Fitzgerald blood
yell "hooray for the Fitzgeralds!" The voices start
up, and in seconds, you see that they are all over the
place in the crowd. And that's the end.

Dr. E says to Daddy: "Well, I scared him with it.
He'll be scared as hell of that story some day."

On the morning of November 22, 1963, I am awakened by
Daddy unexpectedly in the pre-dawn hours. He says we
are going to see Dr. E, then we are going on a trip. I
think he means vacation, so I say fine.

We reach the tiny Yale airport, deserted in the
pre-dawn hours, in no time. Daddy and I proceed to
David Ferries plane, where Dr. E is waiting. Dr. E
produces a hypodermic needle. His face is grim and he
is wearing a parka in the pre-dawn cold.

Now I am scared, and try to get away. I yell "I don't
want a shot!" and try to run. I know now that I m
about to be kidnapped. I am fifteen years old now, but
a pale, sickly fifteen, and I am in no shape to fight
these men for my freedom. I struggle, but Dr. E
injects me anyway, and I fall. The last thing I se
before falling is the parka-clad face of Dr. E.

When I awaken, in the storage room of the sixth floor
of the Texas Book depository building in Dallas, it is
broad daylight. They have obviously brought me in
crated up, or rolled up, in something. Anyway, I get
dumped out, and David Ferrie kicks me in the ribs, and
turns to my Dad.

"There's the assassin," David Ferrie says.

Daddy and David Ferrie make me stand agaisnt some
cartons of books, and not look around. I am groggy.
Sometimes when I would go up north to the Upper
Peninsula with Mama and Daddy, they liked to explore
abandoned buildings, places where I didn't always feel
they had a right to be. I can't remember the injection
now, and I amtrying to place just what is going on,
whether it is one of these unauthorized romps Daddy
liked to take through old buildings.

"Are we supposed to be here?" I asked, groggily.

David Ferrie laughs.

"Don't worry about that," he says, "If anybody bothers
you for being here, you send them right to me!"

Daddy and David Ferrie are laughing now, and I'm
beginning to think everything is all right. At some
point, someone has told me that I am in Dallas, where
Lee is now, and I ask to see him before we leave.

"Did you want to talk to him about comic books or
something?" David Ferrie asks.

I say yes, that I wanted to tell him about the new
Justice League comic just out, and that lee liked the
Justice League, talked about how great it was that DC
comics had brought back their old comic book series,
the Justice society, from the 1940s.

"Well, he's downstairs pushing a broom. He's down on
the second floor pushing a broom."

At some point, the lights went out. I don't know if I
was injected or dosed somehow again, or whether
post-hypnotic suggestion alone did the trick. Anyway,
a hood was placed over my head, and then part of it
pulled away and the gunsight pressed against my left
eye.

Daddy gives the hypnotic command: "WHEN I YELL NOW,
PULL THE TRIGGER."

Remembering this over three decades later, I can hear
David Ferrie saying "I don't want him to see the
gun!!" as he pulls the hood over my face.

David Ferrie says to Daddy: "Can he keep that right
eye closed? If he can't, I'll kill him."

Now that funny screen of Dr. E's, at first it said
"SHOOT THE SQUIRREL WITH JOHN F. KENNEDY'S HEAD". But
just at the last, when they made me watch it, it said
"SHOOT THE SQUIRREL WITH JOHN F. KENNEDY'S HEAD. THEN
SHOOT THE COWBOY BESIDE HIM. YOU DON'T LIKE COWBOYS
ANYMORE. YOU DON'T LIKE THIS COWBOY (Picture of
Governor Connaly in a Cowboy hat). SHOOT THE SQUIRREL
WITH JOHN F. KENNEDY'S HEAD. THEN SHOOT THE COWBOY
BESIDE HIM."

Then they lift me up, in front of the open window.

I hear the voices: "Can he get up by himself?" "Lift
him up!" "Don't let him open that eye!"

Slowly, I am lifted up, groggy and disoriented. I hear
Daddy's crying voice say: "Please don't open that
right eye, please don't open that eye, oh god, please
don't open that eye."

David ferrie says "Can you see John Kennedy on the
little screen?" My heart leaps as I see John Kennedy
in the convertible six floors below, but only through
the "little screen", i.e. the gunsight; I secretly
like John Kennedy, though Daddy hates him, and I am
glad to see him on "the little screen". But it all
happens so quickly, seeing John Kennedy and then Daddy
yells:

"NOW!"

My finger automatically contracts on what I now know
was the trigger. I have never seen the Zapruder film,
except in little glimpses. In my recollection of the
incident, this is what took place: My shot hits the
President in the chest. To my amazement, he writhes
sideways as the bullet hits. David Ferrie takes the
rifle instantly, and fires two more shots as I
collapse.

As he does, Daddy shouts: "Don't shoot Jacky, Ferrie!
Don't shoot Jackie, or I'll kill ya right now!"

David ferrie says: "Shut up, Bill!" - then, as three
more shots ring out from elsewhere on the street -
"Back-up! Good men! They could have left me hanging,
but they didn't!"

I look out the window now, but David Ferrie gives the
hypnotic command: "Don't look at the man we just
shot!"

Either Daddy or David Ferrie says: "It's the end of
the world. There's nothing but chaos out there now.
Nothing."

I am groggy and disoriented, and am trying to take
these words in a Catholic religious sense. I am
looking around for signs of a Biblical Judgement Day,
even though I cannot look toward the convertible at
all, even if I wanted to, that was how great their
power over me.

The next thing I remember is a man with glasses and a
business suit, thirtysomething, short hair and
professional-looking, entering. By now, we are all
away from the window.

I call him Ultra Subaltern.

Ultra Subaltern says, matter-of-factly: "Everything go
all right?"

David Ferrie says, "Well, Bill lost his head for a
minute, but he's all right now." Daddy had no right to
fly in David Ferrie's face like that over Jackie,
they're thinking. Daddy nods nervously.

"You'll pay for that though, Bill," David Ferrie says.


Ultra Subaltern goes to the window.

Daddy says "You're going to the window?!" Ultra
Subaltern says: "I was told to assess the situation.
One of the ways to assess is by looking. Everyone is
looking out windows now."

Ultra Subaltern leaves.

The next thing I remember is David Ferrie yelling
"There's the signal!" Immediately, we were hustled
into the hallway, with him carrying a suitcase. We
walk rapidly down to the second floor. I do not yet
know that the President has been shot, in spite of the
fact that I've just witnessed it, and participated in
it. My head is coming together a little now, and I say
groggily that I'd like to see Lee now that we're in
dallas."

"You'll see him," says David Ferrie, then: "Casey, you
never believe me on these things, but they don't even
remember you. We slipped them something. You'll see."

We see Lee in the halls of the second floor, sweeping.
I say, "Hi, Lee!" but he doesn't even look toward me.
Immedi_tely, David ferrie starts yelling at him: "I've
got some friends here and I'm telling you we're
through with you, you dumb sonofabitch, you goddamned
fairy, yeah you goddamned fairy..."

I don't remember it all, but in the end, David Ferrie
pushes Lee in the chest hard. I am embarrassed by this
hostility toward a man I intended to meet as a friend.
Lee is stoical, tight-lipped, and condescending, like
he's just barely putting up with this abuse.

During this, people run by, and a woman yells,
"Something's going on out there!"

Lee starts to walk away, and David Ferrie says, "Where
are you going?"

Lee says: "I'm going downstairs for a Coke." The
altercation with David Ferrie has prevented Lee from
learning that the President has been shot.

As Lee walks away, I step forward apologetically, and
say. "Er...uh...Lee, the new Justice League comic came
out..."

He looks at me blankly, and keeps walking. I feel my
face redden. What could I have done wrong?

I don't remember the trip back, but the next thing I
know, I was in a chair in front of a desk with Dr. E
in it. Dr. E says, "we're taking you to school. Walk
as fast as you can, and the faster you walk, the
faster you'll forget this. you'll be late, so walk up
to a girl, and tell her you went squirrel hunting,
this morning, and as soon as you do, you'll forget all
this, and the whole trip never happened."

Next I was hurrying down the halls of Peck High
School.

But this was the story of little mice, David Ferrie's
mice, that he used in his experiments while he made
the disease that would make everyone who got it bald
like him. No, this was the story of Conjurella, who
divorced Uncle Johnny, and though she wrote for a
while, I never saw Glinda again. No, this was the
story of Castle Mirage, and my mother's obsession with
hypnosis as demonstrated in this book, and how that
obsession might have come about, in an alternate
world, in a paralell time. Not what truly happened,
for that, no one knows, nor will, ever. Not truth, but
Gothic Fiction; Alice: Life, what is it but a dream?

II.

Conjurella Messiah: Necronomicon Monks

by T. Casey Brennan


This is the story of Conjurella Con II. No, the blood
has dried now; the Conjurella memories are no more.
Gone the voices: "Lift him up!", gone the memory, gone
the blood.

It is a decade beyond 1963 now: ten years are passing.
No longer Dallas, but Toronto. David Ferrie is dead.
We are free.

No, this is the story of Cosmicon II, the last weekend
of January, 1973, a comic book convention held at
Winters College, part of York University in Toronto,
an extravaganza that would include future Tonight Show
guest host, P. J. O'Rourke, Ted Nugent, the first
computer game installed in North America (in the
basement of Winters), and, at the last moment, the
blood-stained legend, T. Casey Brennan

No, this is the story of women named A, of abbreviated
names, of Vampirella, of the Absinthe Cafe, of secrets
and legends and dried blood.

This is Cosmicon II. The sixties that spilled the
blood of John Kenedy were over. A memory. A blurred
vision of high school years, followed by the early
sales of fiction stories by T. Casey Brennan...was the
first a cover-featured story in the Major
Magazines/Candar Men's Group men's magazine Charger,
Feb. 1968? (they left out the "T" on my name on the
cover), or was it "Family Curse" in Jim Warren's Eerie
magazine, 1969?

Who knows? This is 1973. David Ferrie is dead; Dallas
is an aborted memory, a dream that couldn't be.

But Cosmicon II will be the scener of another murder,
the murder of the mind of the greatest comic book
publisher that ever lived, Jim Warren. A quarter
century later, a zine called Hungry Freaks would
publish Jim's accouint of a condition which seemed to
attack his central nervous sysytem, a condition which
left him helpless as his company was led to ruin, and
a court-ordered Chapter VI bankruptcy.

Dr. E is close behind; I can feel his cold presence.
Jim Warren has taken to publishing a great many of my
stories. Dr. E is displeased. I am so unsure of
myself; the sudden conversion from being a shy country
boy with few friends and a secret life, to an
overnight celebrity for the award and award
nominations I received for "On the Wings of a Bird",
drawn by the late Jerry Grandeneeti, in Creepy #36,
November 1970 issue, all at the New York Comic Art
Convention at the Statler Hilton in July of 1971. I
stepped off the stage at the awards presentations,
with the Ray Bradbury Cup of Warren's own Frazetta
Awards, and nominations for both the Comic Art Fan and
Shazam Academy of Comic Book Arts awards.

Eerie #38 carried pictures of me receiving that trophy
in 1972; I think there are copies of that issue
floating around Cosmicon II. Flash-bulbs popped, fan
journalists stormed me with tape recorders, mikes, and
questions, and a new era was born in my life. Somehow,
I imagined that, in and amongst the sad, melodramatic
artistry I had perfected -- Warren's letter columns
referred to "the classic T. Casey Brennan allegory",
and compared me to Dali and Rod Serling -- I could
drop little hints and clues of those secrets I carried
so well.

One of my Warren stories began with a man who
resembled me leaning out the window with a rifle,
thinking "Something's going to happen soon...", but I
didn't know then, not all the time, couldn't bear the
Conjurella memory yet.

Some months earlier, I had written "shadow of Dracula"
for Warren's Vampirella comic book; it was recently
reprinted by Harris Comics, who bought Jim's
properties at auction after a court-ordered
bankruptcy, as Vampirella of Drakulon #3, in May 1996.
It was about the Van Helsings from the Bram Stoker
classic, Dracula, it's back in 1897, and they're
attempting to create a blood serum to cure vampirism.
Comic book writers often like to emphasize certain
words in bold-face, and when I showed Daddy, I had
emphasized the words "The Project" on the manuscript,
in a reference to this anti-vampirism nonsense.

Daddy points at the words "The Project", and says:
"You can't do that."

I say: "Why not?" Then I stare in bewilderment, but
inside, that bewilderment is a lie.

Deep within, the Conjurella memory lurks; deep within,
the truth that cannot be: I am only a boy, shy, frail,
sensitive, artistic, but it was my hand that pulled
the trigger. Kidnapped, drugged, tormented, injected:
I am the true cold, dark legend, Lee was innocent. I
killed the President. I shot John Kennedy.

Daddy growls the name of Dr. E.

Closer comes the Conjurella memory; Daddy is right, I
know, but I don't know how, can't remember how Dr. E
could loom forth from the 1950s to forbid me to write
something in a comic book in the 1970s.

In one world, The Project is the Port Hope office of
MK-ULTRA, a hellish reality of forced drug and
hypnosis experiments on children, that will lead to
the asassination of the President.

In another world, The Project is a component in a
vampire comic, a skillful plot device involving a cure
for Vampirella, from the socially inept but brilliant
comic book writer that many readers now feel is Jim
Warren's best ace: T. Casey Brennan.

The two worlds must not collide, but they do, only for
a moment, and I say, inexplicably: "I'm not a little
boy any more. He can't tell me what to do any more."

And now it is 1973 Toronto. Time has washed away the
blood; Dr. E's injections have washed away the memory.
Kennedy is a name in a history book, like Howard
Leslie Brennan. I carry no guilt, no shame, no
recollection of the blood here: JFK in this world was
killed by a lone nut with a defective weapon and no
motive.

I never knew him. I never wept. Not here, not now, not
in the parallell world of Toronto, 1973.

In the days preceding Cosmicon II, I had met, first
Asian A, then American A, and fallen in love with them
both. They weren't spies, public figures, or comic
book publishers, so to put them among the Necronomicon
Monks, they must be half known and half concealed:
Pretty girls named A____ who loved me, once.

Now they are gone, like their love for me. Now they
are memories; now their words of love are as distant
as Dr E's words of torment, or Jim Warren's words of
praise for my comic book stories.

Once they were real. The taste of memories is
bittersweet. In November of 1972, Asian A and I took
the train to Toronto. Asian A put her head on my
shoulder; there is a scent and a taste to Asian women
easily as intoxicating and as addictive as opium. It
Cannot be washed off; it cannot be concealed, and even
now, the scent of an Asian woman will set my heart
pounding, and my lungs hyper-ventillating. The story
of the Necronomicon Monks is truth, but it is absurd
truth, so I will take this one step further, for this
also is true: if an Asian girl, particularly a pretty
Asian girl (which would include about eight out of ten
of them), enters my space, I will know where she is,
what hallways she has walked down, what rooms she has
entered, by scent alone.

But this was the story of the Necronomicon Monks.
Daddy's stories for Street & Smith's 1940s pulp
magazine Love Story were one of the few things that he
ever did that I liked. It was also one of the few
things he ever did that he didn't somehow figure out a
way of using against me. I'd seen Letters to Daddy
from Love Story editor, Daisy Bacon; I think she
published only two of his stories, under the
authorship, Bill Brennan. But he was there, in the
pulps, like Cthulu, Conan, and L. Ron Hubbard, like
Lovecraft's hypothetical book of sorcery, the
Necronomicon. And in 1973, I was developing a strange,
lethal obsession with black magic, that went far
beyond the fictional devices we all used for the
stories in the Warren magazines, Creepy, Eerie, and
Vampirella.

The Necronomicon has always been a subject for debate
among the followers of Lovecraft and the pulps. Some
say Lovecraft created the Necronomicon, like L. Ron
Hubbard's former literary agent, Forry Ackerman,
created Vampirella. Others say it was an actual book
of ancient sorcery, that Lovecraft had discovered and
decided to use in his stories in another 1940s pulp,
Weird Tales. In this latter category is found this
legend: The Necronomicon was discovered by the Holy
Office of the Inquisition, and sealed behind stone in
a monastery in Tibet...even they, who could slaughter
thousands of their own kind, still feared its dark
power.

No: I bear the Dulles Stigmata: protracted delusions
of a religious or occult nature, which are the
trademark symptom of those who were subjected to the
CIA's illegal mind-control experiments of the 1950s,
directly overseen by CIA Director, and later Warren
Commission member, Allen Dulles.

But this is Toronto in 1973. This is Cosmicon II.
Dallas is a decade in the past, and the basement room
where I would remember, and write Conjurella, is more
than two decades in the future. In that fateful
world-to-be of the nineties, I would make contact with
others who plausibly and recognizably (to me, who had
lived it) claimed to have been adbucted and abused by
MK-ULTRA. Yet, the stories would wane into occultism:
terrifying tales of unmistakable CIA abductions are
peppered with the absurd. Abductees, after presenting
what would otherwise be valuable testimony, go on to
relate accounts of neighbors with mind-reading rays,
NASA officials with time machines, and visions of Rose
Kennedy as an ally of the assassins. Nor was I less
guilt in this also. Relating now, in the nineties, my
memories of Dr. E, and the real-life Project, I am
constantly reminded that in the seventies, I wrote
essays for a variety of occult publications, claiming
to be the reincarnation of noted occult figure,
Aleister Crowley. This was as intended by the CIA. I
also carry the Dulles Stigmata. If we are all
reincarnations of Aleister Crowleys, time travelling
through hell with NASA and Rose Kennedy, then our
testimony is far less plausible, except to a very few.


But in Toronto in 1973, I am innocent: not still the
assassin of Dallas that no one saw, not yet the
assassin of Conjurella that no one believed.

Sometime after I fell in love with Asian A, and before
Cosmicon II, I met, and fell in love, with American A.
American A was pretty, but not really quite as pretty
as Asian A, who was indescribably gorgeous. Yet,
American A was not without power over me, and her
power was words of love...promises and whispers, her
fine, slender strands of blonde hair brushing across
my face, so different from the thick, long, sleek
black hair of Asian A.

In the days before Cosmicon II, American A spoke in
promises and whispers, swore she would love me
forever, and begged me not to go to Ontario, where she
knew Asian A awaited me.

But within, there with the memory of Dallas, somehow
concealed and omnipresent, like Poe's Tell-Tale Heart,
was he memory of Linda. Like John Kennedy's blood,
Linda's tears poured over me; like the mythical
Necronomicon of Tibet, Linda's memory was sealed up in
stone, sealed within.

Uncle Johnny was the bad uncle. Quite unlike Uncle
Charley, also of Columbus, Ohio, who had one wife, and
one set of kids, Uncle Johnny married and divorced and
remarried frequently, throughout his unlamented life.
Some time in the early 1950s, he married Aunt Bonnie,
whom I immortalized with the fictional appelation
"Conjurella", in my story of the same name. Her
daughter was Linda, who was the same age as me; for a
while, she came to live with us in Avoca, Michigan.
She was a perfect, exquisite little girl, long blonde
hair, a high I.Q., and an air of placcid quality, even
at the age of five. When she left us with Aunt Bonnie,
in 1953, shortly before I started school, she wore
white muffs with sugar cubes in them; that will always
be my archtypical memory of her, Linda and Aunt Bonnie
leaving. It would not be, it could not be, that
fleeting glimpse of Linda, that day in Dallas, that
hallway on the sixth floor of the Texas School Book
Depository Building, that fleeting glimpse, so cruel,
as the MK-ULTRA operatives hustled her past so
quickly.

But this was Toronto in 1973: Linda was only a whisper
here, from two decades past. Here my heart was filled
with Asian A and American A, as I drank heavily,
autographing copies of Creepy and Eerie, wandering
through the maze of Winters College, attempting to
cope with my chaotic love affairs, my alcoholism, and
my new-found fame. Yet deep within, the memory of
Linda lurked, deep within, I knew: she, like me, had
been of the chosen ones. She, like me, had been born
to kill, born to serve The Project, born to kill John
Kennedy for MK-ULTRA, born to serve the hellish
renegades of the Office of Strategic Services who had
chosen us to end the power of the Kennedy dynasty
forever.

Perhaps, sometimes when American A's blonde hair
brushed against my face, there was that whisper of a
memory of Linda. This was Toronto in 1973, this was an
alternate world. I feared the intense cold of Toronto
in the parallell world of Cosmicon II, 1973, and
Winters College was a vast, unchartable labyrinth.
Sometimes, in my wanders through it, I would come upon
a door leading to the cold, white world outside. For a
moment, I would stare transfixed at the wind blowing
little whisps of snow through the bitter cold. Beyond
those doors was the cold world from which I had come,
and the cold world to which I would return. Beyond
those doors was a cold past in which I had lost Linda
and shot President Kennedy, a cold future in which I
would remember, and transcribe, those things in the
legend of Conjurella.

But within those doors was Cosmicon II, a world of
Asian A and American A playing tug-o-war with my
heart, a world of adulation for the poetic, panelled
prose that had suddenly been evoked from me, a world
of comic book stars and comic book fans, a world with
no John Kennedy writhing in blood from my single, only
shot, a world where The Project was only a brief,
emotion-packed scene from Vampirella. Within the doors
of Cosmicon II, this was truth; the other world, the
alternate world, where The Project was a hell that
MK-ULTRA had created for children, was far behind and
far before.

Yet, paradoxicly, obscenely, unfairly, in that
alternate world of Toronto 1973, Dr. E had stalked me,
and now Jim Warren was his target. Here ate Cosmicon
II, I had found my Shangri-La, a world of comic book
and trivialities, a world of American A and Asian A
battling inside my head for my heart, a world with no
blood of JFK that I had spilled, no sinister designs
of Dr. E and The Project.

But somehow, beyond the lies, in the labyrinth of
Winters College, Dr. E lurked, stalking Jim Warren;
somehow, beyond the comic books, beyond the scent of
Asian A and the whispers of American A, the memory of
The Project lurked.

"You're part of the New Frontier, Casey," Dr. E had
told me earnestly, in the presence of two associates,
after the Kennedy election victory of 1960.

To those who knew, but had been lied to,The Project
was the CIA's ultimate weapon against Castro's Cuba: a
secret invasion force which would combine the
traditional warfare of the past with the super-science
of the future.

Lee believed. Major General Edwin Walker did not.
Walker had been a prominent activist for the
right-wing John Birch Society, which, in that era, had
still been enamored of America's Military, and
America's espionage apparatus. MK-ULTRA had sought a
protective cover of rightists and paramilitarists,
standing ready with their own troops, to aid in the
supposed "invasion of Cuba". Those who did believe had
included American Nazi Party leader, George Lincoln
Rockwell, the scholarly but sinister Dr. Fred G.
Schwartz of the Christian Anti-Communism Crusade
(which shared offices with the Fair Play for Cuba
Committee in New Orleans), and martial arts expert
Bruce Lee, hell-bent on liberating his people from the
murderous brand of communism which had overtaken
China.

But Walker had refused altogether, and Lee, under
orders from David Ferrie, his commanding officer in
the Civial Air Patrol, had fired on Walker and missed,
deliberately, as a warning. Lee believed, but Walker
did not. George Lincoln Rockwell, chess player,
essayist, Nazi leader, friend: he believed also. ("Get
Lincoln out of that Nazi suit, and talk to him
man-to-man, and he's all right," someone had told me
then.)

"Call George and tell him the invasion is off," David
Ferrie said, light-heartedly, after the assassination.
Someyears later, Rockwell would write, sympatheticly,
"Casey thinks he's a Jew but he's not."

But Rockwell, like Edwin Walker, like Bruce Lee, like
Lee himself, would perish. The sicties would claim the
lives of George Lincoln Rockwell and Bruce Lee; Walker
would die later, and horribly.

Rockwell would be shot outside a laundromat, by one of
his own men, in a virtual coup-de-tat by the CIA,
which would place the American Nazi Party squarely in
the camp of the Kennedy assassins, directed no longer
by their own eccentricities, but by the very
government which they had purported to oppose. Major
General Edwin Walker would be stalked and homosexually
raped at a freeway rest stop,, by men who would later
identify him as a willing participant; he died shortly
thereafter, the pain and humiliation were too great.

And Bruce Lee: the cut-outs of memories, the fleeting
glimpses of a past somehow lost, like that fleeting
glimpse of Linda...

That fleeting memory; no before, no after, just the
memory. We are in a hotel room, somewhere. It is
before the JFK assassination, sometime.

Lee is there, like Bruce. They have both seen the
children, Dr. E's children, sitting limply in chairs
with needles in their necks, headsets on their ears,
screens before their vacant faces. Dr. E says: it is
necessary: child assassins formed with the
super-science of the future, child assassins, a proud
tradition of both sides of the now concluded great
warr, child assassins necessaruy for the invasion of
Cuba. It has already grated on Lee; later, he will
seek a friend and confidant in Dallas police officer,
J.D. Tippitt, whom he will tell.

But for Bruce, it is intolerable now.

"Get rid of the kids," Bruce says, "We don't need
them."

Lee sits, staring downward, his hand on his forehead,
wearing that sly, secret smile, only ever-so-slightly
visible.

"I can't," Lee says softly, and matter-of-factly.

Bruce side-steps into position and gestures toward me.


"Get rid of the kid," Bruce says, "Get him out of
here. Take him home. Lose him. Anything."

"I can't," Lee repeats, like deja vu.

Bruce begins a series of blocks, cries, and kicks.

I look at Lee questioningly with drugged vision: Dr. E
or David Ferrie must have injected me again, recently.


Lee says, chuckling, "Well, Bruce goes a little crazy
like that sometimes. There's nothing we can do. It
will pass."

Under the hypnotic drug, I take these words literally,
not as a joke, a game. I wait, horrified, for Bruce's
supposed attack to pass. After, Lee says to Bruce, in
earnest: "That was great. That was magnificent."

But this is Toronto in 1973: this is Cosmicon II. I
never knew them here. The air-tight doors of Winters
College seal out the cold, the wind, the drifting
snow, seal out the tormented past of Dallas, seal out
the bleak future of Conjurella. Within these doors,
there are no memories of the aborted invasion, no
memories of the single shot which my hand fired, no
memories of Christian Anti-Communism or Fair Play for
Cuba...only comic books, and fans of my Warren
stories, only the spectral phantasms of American A and
Asian A, not present, but there in spirit, battling
for the heart of T. Casey Brennan, not the child
assassin, but the poet, not the pawn of Dr. E and
MK-ULTRA, but the pawn of pretty girls, touching,
whispering, promising, their hair in my face, their
scent in my nostrils.

Here, in this sealed off world of Winters College in
1973, T. Casey Brennan was not the secret assassin; he
was Archie, torn between Betty and Veronica; he was
not the drugged, helpless pawn of Dr. E, he was Dobie
Gillis, lost in philosophy and love affairs...

Yet, Dr. E lurked, even here. Inexplicably, Jim Warren
had been strip searched by customs officials, upon
entering Canada, en route from New York. What did they
know, what did they suspect? What motives did they
attribute, what foul plans did they suspect?

Initially, it had seemed impossible to make it to
Cosmicon II, where I had received an invitation to
appear, complete with complimentary room at Winters
College; Winters College, where the doors could block
not only cold, but memories...

And American A, who still loved me then, had begged me
not to go. But go I did, riding into Port Huron with a
friend that morning. I call a Canadian taxi from Port
Huron, ride across the Blue Water Bridge, and soon, I
am at the Canadian National Railway station in Sarnia.
Or maybe I went to Asian A's apartment before the
train station; I don't know anymore, I'm not a
witness, I can't remember.

The Sarnia-based taxi is called "A Stan-Lee Taxi". The
driver gives me his card, and later, I show it at the
convention, as a take-off on the name of the Marvel
Comics publisher known as Stan Lee.

The driver lays a rap that could be entitled: "Great
Tips I Have Been Given". He tells me of a rider
employed by a tire manufacturer, who ships him a full
set of tires, later, as a tip.

He wants comic books. But soon I will have no comic
books. Soon, the bleak future of Conjurella will
propel me into a network of hippie communes, homeless
shelters and free meals. Soon, the insulating doors of
Winters College willinsulate me no more. I sent him no
comic books, though I may have promised.

I board the train for Toronto in Sarnia. I watch, sad
and melancholy, as the Canadian countryside and the
memories flicker past me.

I am alone now. Not the sleek black torrents of hair
of Asian A on my shoulder now, not the promises and
whispers of American A, only sadness, when there
should have been hope.

Within are the memories, forgotten, but not gone, like
a word on the tip of one's tongue, but somehow out of
consciousness, somehow out of reach.

In the last days of David Ferrie's life, in mid-1966,
and early 1967, David Ferrie met with us on several
occassions. I was always drugged and hypnotized during
those meetings, so the words would just barely filter
through, in little bits and fragments. I was no
credible witness, then or now. But I knew Dr. E and
David Ferrie were creating a disease to attack Africa.
It must have been 1966 when David Ferrie told me they
had successfully infected someone.

"It's going to fly!" David Ferrie said of the AIDS
virus, grinning proudly. Daddy smiled a sheepish
smile, and nodded. He was afraid then. So am I. Even
now.

But within the insulating doors of Winters College
awaited the Absinthe Cafe. The memories are
non-sequential now, blurred visions of comic books,
Jim Warren, fellow celebrity guests, and probably the
most outstanding performance ever given by noted rock
musician and hippie deerslayer, Ted Nugent.

Nugent did not socialize with us, but future Tonight
Show guest host P.J. O'Rourke drank that night at the
same table with Jim Warren, me, and a second-rate
comic book writer named Denny O'Neil. The subject of a
controversial underground newspaper called Screw comes
up, then managed by Jim Buckley and Al Goldstein.

Someone, I think Denny O'Neil, says: "Jim Buckley,
he's the real intellectual behind that operation." At
some point, Al Goldstein will be arrested in Cuba and
charged by Fidel Castro with being a fellow CIA agent.


And then someone says, "The Mafia does a pretty good
job of distributing it."

P.J. O'Rourke frowns, sips his drink, and says, "Yeah,
until they take it over."

But my mind is on American A, on the promises and
whispers. She wants me to leave Asian A, wants me to
marry her, wants me to believe in witchcraft, as she
does...

And within, the Dulles Stigmata lurks, like the scars
of Dr. E's needles in my neck. In the Hebrew bible,
the serpent who tempts Eve is NChSh, and the Messiah
yet to come, is MShYCh. In Hebrew, every letter is a
number also, hence, the Qabbaliastic science of
Gematria, the study of the letters and the numbers.
Hebrew is called, by its proponents, a mathematically
correct language: words with the same numeration, are
words with the same meaning, in spite of any apparent
differences, which must be resolved by meditation.

The Dulles Stigmata lurks. NChSh is Nun (50), Cheth
(8), Shin (300), 358. MShYCh is Mem (40), Shin (300),
Yod (10), Cheth (8), 358. Brennan, transliterated into
Hebrew, is Beth (2), Resh (200), He (5), Nun (50), Nun
(50), Aleph (1), Nun (50), 358.

The Dulles Stigmata lurks. Amwerican A wants me to
believe in magic, and I do. And in timeless time,
beyond Dallas, beyond Toronto, beyond the 60s, or the
70s, or the 90s, the words form: I am the Last
Witness. I speak great things and blasphemies. I am
the first to shoot, and the last to testify. I wash
clean the blood. They must have given me clues as to
how they made it; somehow, somehow, I know, AIDS was
begun in Dachau...the torture was only incidental, a
means to an end. Somehow, it was necessary to break
down the resistance of human flesh through torture, so
that such a condition, flesh without natural defenses,
flesh without immunity, could be duplicated in a
laboratory. And Dr. E was an Osteopath; was Osteopathy
only a cover, or was it a component in the creation of
the virus that the World Health Organization would
later spread, in vaccines, throughout Africa? Later,
in the 1980s, the World Health Organization would
write about me in their Geneva-based journal, World
Health, in their October 1983 (page 30) and
January-February 1986 (page 9) issues.

The Dulles Stigmata lurks, and soon, I will be
attempting to duplicate the exact style of roaring
twenties occultist, Aleister Crowley, in a variety of
occult journals, both great and small.

This The Dulles Stigmata lurks, but for now, in the
Absinthe Cafe, there is no memory of the blood of John
Kennedy, only the memory of American A's kisses, and I
want to call her, to tell her again that I love her.
Somehow, I find my way through the labyrinth that is
Winters College, to a wall with two (or is it three)
secluded pay phones. I call American A in Michigan,
and breathe the most oft-repeated phrase of my youth.

"I love you."

She is sad. She wanted to bolt from Michigan and
follow me to Toronto.. "Don't be surprised if I show
up there, after you," she says before I leave for
Cosmicon II. She asks me to swear that I will love her
always, and that I will always be true to her. And I
do swear. It is only half a lie. I can love her
always, but I cannot be true.

I return to the Absinthe, and this is mystery.

Jim Warren says he has called for a prostitute to be
sent to his room.

"To a man like me, time is money," Warren says, "I
don't have time for the kind of courtship that you
do."

All of the guests, including myself, were provided
with complimentary rooms at Winters College, and to
anyone who remembers Cosmicon II from the guests of
honor's perspective, any prostitute who could find the
damned rooms on her own, would have to be considered a
possible CIA agent from the gitgo.

Warren leaves, and returns shortly. He remarks to me
are Suddenly inexplicable, out of rational context.

"Well," Jim Warren says, "I want to keep using your
stories, but she says I can't. She says I have to get
rid of you."

This is the way home:

It would be a matter of split-second timing. I would
take the train from Toronto to Sarnia, where Asian A
would meet me. I would stay overnight with her, then,
in the morning, she would take me across the Blue
Water Bridge to Port Huron, to the bus station, where
I would take the bus down M-21 as far as Emmett, to
the cemetary at Bricker Road. There, Americvan A would
meet me, and drive me the rest of the way home.

In the morning, at Asian A's, I hear Crocodile Rock on
the radio, a song they played so frequently on the
radio whilke American A and I would be parked in front
of my parents' house, making out. I am sad, and full
of longing: will I lose American A? Will I let her
love, her promises and whispers, slip away, for the
sake of holding Asian A?

I go down on Asian A in the morning; I hardly have
time to pull my tongue out of her vagina before she
speeds me to the Port Huron bus station. We just make
it, and I get on the bus to Emmett just before it
leaves. There is no time to wash my face, rinse my
mouth, no time for anything at all.

The bus lets me off at the cemetary at Bricker Road
and M-21, where both my parents will someday be
buried. American A arrives, a few minutes late. She
leaps from the car, and embraces mwe, beaming. I
resist her, only so slightly.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" she exclaims.

Then her tongue is raping my mouth, and her blonde
hair is in my face, which I have just pulled from
Asian A's pussy.

There was so little time.

This is the way of conjecture:

To those who believe, anything proven by the Qabballah
is true absolutely. There is simply no question.

Hypothetical Jim Warren enters the room at the end of
the labyrinth, the prostitute on his arm. With mock
impulsiveness, she embraces him, giggling, and her
ringed finger finds his neck. It is only a pin-prick
at first that he feels there, a jagged fingernail,
perhaps, a harmless scar of love. But suddenly, there
is the weakness; he wants to pull away, wants to
question, wants to wonder at this, but he cannot.

There is so little time.

The girl counts the seconds as hypothetical Jim
Warren, all but overcome now, succumbs to the tiny
hypo concealed in her ring. A decade later, he will be
a virtual invalid, as the deadly MK-ULTA poison
accomplishes the long-term job for which it was
intended.

At last, hypothetical Jim Warren slumps to the floor.
It does not matter; he will not remember.

Dr. E enters with two henchmen, nods to the prostitute
matter-of-factly, and says:

"So this is the great Jim Warren."

But as hypothetical Jim Warren falls, I rise up, the
Dulles Stigmata gnawing at my soul, as the ring poison
has on his. I am the cold, dark one. I am the Last
Witness. I wash clean the blood.

The End



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This is my column at Popimage:

http://www.popimage.com/industrial/conjurella092204.html

This is a Canadian JFK page with the trenchcoat photo
cropped:

http://www.angelfire.com/me/carcano

is from a professor at the University of Rhode Island;
no photo:

http://karws.gso.uri.edu/JFK/Conspiracy_theories/Brennan--Conjurella/Brennan.htm\
l

Satanic Reds T. Casey Brennan fan page...satire of
Hare Krishnas; has trenchcoat photo wreathed in
flowers:

http://www.geocities.com/tcb_sr

Anathema Research's original T. Casey Brennan archive
reposted with new material by the Mind  Control
Forums, but no photo:

http://www.mindcontrolforums.com/tc/tcasey.html

This is the NEW TCB fan page, with Clinton document,
but no photo:

http://pw1.netcom.com/~mthorn/0brennan.htm






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http://vampifan.com/harris/htmls/classic.html#drakulon  
http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/l/longuard.htm 
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Some know me by my JFK work, some from the 1970s comic
books I wrote.  I was hit by a car; I need an
attorney.

Page about my JFK allegations from University of Rhode
Island JFK researcher, Professor Kenneth Rahn:

http://karws.gso.uri.edu/JFK/Conspiracy_theories/Brennan--Conjurella/Brennan.htm\
l

This is my newest book (I receive no royalties):

http://store.vampirella.com/vamcrimchron1.html

I was hit by a car on February 1, 2003 in Ypsilanti,
Michigan.  Though seriously injured, and diagnosed
with bleeding liver and post concussion syndrome, I
was put out of the hospital the following morning,
because I am homeless.

Celebrity Homeless List w/my name...

http://www.angelfire.com/stars4/lists/homeless.html

(1)  I just received this from my latest attorney, who
is dropping my case...I MUST have a new attorney
immediately.  I have no home, no income, and my
hospital bills are not even paid:

From: "Peter John Collins"
<peterjcollins@...>

  Dear Mr. Brennan,    April 3rd, 2005
   I have again reviwed your file.  You were
hospitalized fro a few hours.
   The injuries you suffered do not, to my mind, met
the No-Fault automobile
   injuries that would allow you to bring suit against
the driver who hit you as you were walking.

Should you find another lawyer you MUST file suit
before the third anniversary
of the auto accident.

I wish this could have been more favorable for you.

I recall at our meeeting at the coffee house we
reviewed the facts of this
case together,

Regards,
Peter John

(2) This was my PREVIOUS attorney, Ray Kohlman, who
worked on the Martin Luther King assassination; the
contact was arranged by ex-CIA agent, Leutrell
Osborne.  Kohlman called me, emailed me, then dropped
all contact:

: "Ray Kohlman" <raykohl@...>  Add to Address
Book
To: Leu@...,
tcaseybrennan2002@...
Subject: Re: Help me to connect- Leutrell Osborne
Date: Sun, 23 Nov 2003 19:25:13 -0500


Mr. Brennan,

My e-mail address is above. I can be reached by
telephone at (646)
785-0869.
My address is 575 Madison Ave., Suite 1006, NY,NY
10022

I would be pleased to discuss the situation with you.
Ray


>From: Mr.Leutrell Osborne <Leu@...>
>Reply-To: Leu@...
>To: "T. Casey Brennan"
><tcaseybrennan2002@...>,Leu@...,
"RAY
KOHLMAN"
><raykohl@...>
>Subject: Re: Help me to connect- Leutrell Osborne
>Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2003 16:43:01 -0800 (PST)
>
>
>Dear Ray and TCB:
>Ray this is an electronic handshake and request that
you follow
through
>this intro with Mr. T.C. Brennan and determine
whether your legal
skills
>may assist him.  You may send him your contact info
so that he can
follow
>through per our telephone conversation today. Suggest
you visit the
webs
>first so you have an idea of his background. I asked
that he send info
to
>you so you can have an idea of his injury and case.
Leutrell

(3) This is from the Ypsilanti, Michigan police woman
who handled the investigation:

Subject: RE: 03-1874
Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2003 07:22:10 -0500
From: "Connie Koski" <CKoski@...>  Add
to Address Book
To: "T. Casey Brennan" <tcaseybrennan2002@...>

Mr. Brennan,

Thanks a bunch for the email.  I have not yet had a
chance to review
the websites you included, but it was fascinating to
meet you and am glad
to hear that you are up and about.  I have no comment
on your legal
pursuits, but best wishes for a complete recovery.  I
look forward to
checking your work out at the sites you forwarded to
me.  Have a great day.

Sincerely,

Officer Connie Koski
Ypsilanti Police Department


(4) I receive no assistance from any relief agency
because my family was tortured and killed.  Social
workers at the Ann Arbor homeless shelter issued that
directive, however inexplicable it may be to anyone
else.  This is from the Port Huron, Michigam TIMES
HERALD:

Father, son tortured, robbed

From the Times Herald, 12/4/75

By John F. Brown

An Avoca man and his son, who were beaten and robbed
of more that $1,400 then bound and
gagged and set on fire, were left to die in a
flame-filled bathroom of their old farmhouse about
midnight Wednesday.
William J. Brennan, 72, of 4238 Bricker Road, and his
son, Terrance Casey Brennan, 27,
bound together with a pair of police handcuffs,
electrical cord and tape, managed to free
themselves to telephone a Michigan Bell operator for
help.
Sheriff Norman D. Meharg said Brennan and his son were
admitted to Yale Hospital for
treatment of second- and third-degree burns of their
hands and arms and head and facial injuries.
Young Brennan had been stabbed in the head several
times by his attackers.

Both men were reported in fair condition today at the
hospital.
Meharg said there have been no arrests made and so far
there are no suspects. He has assigned
Detectives Robert V. Quain and Donald E. Tuthill to
the case.
Meharg said the torture bandit were both white, armed
with hand guns and had dark ski masks
over their faces when they forced their way into the
Brennan home about 9 p.m.

"One of the thieves knocked on the door and when Mr.
Brennan answered he told Brennan he
had ran out of gasoline, then pulled the ski hat over
his face, pointed a gun at Brennan and
pushed his way into the house," Meharg said.

"The Bandits used a pair of handcuffs to lock the men
together. They set paper on fire and held it
under the hands of the two men. Their hands were
baked," Meharg said.

Deputy Sheriffs James VanConant and Orrin Burgett
arrived at the scene less than six minutes
after the operator called the Sheriff's Department.
"You could smell burning flesh when you entered the
house," VanConant said.
Brennan and his son told the officers their attackers
pushed them into the bathroom of the
six-room farmhouse after they had taken the money.

They said sheets and bedding were put around them on
the floor and the men poured them on the
floor and the men poured some type of flammable liquid
over them.
One of the men tossed a lighted match into the sheets,
closed the bathroom door and ran from the
home.

Brennan said he and his son managed to get the rope
and cord off their feet and stamped out the
fire with their feet and hands, which were free of the
handcuffs. They forced open the door and
stumbled to the telephone.

"My dad thought it was a joke at first. He even tried
to brush the gun aside from the man at the
door, but I told him not to," Casey said.
Every room in the house, except the kitchen, was
ransacked as the robbers searched the house
for money.

Neighbors of the Brennan's heard nothing, deputies
said.

However, VanConant and Burgett said there were
footsteps leading from the Brennan home
through freshly fallen snow for about a block to an
area where a car had been parked.

The Brennan's were described by their neighbors as
quiet people who "bothered no one."
Neighbors said the Brennans had few visitors
Brennan's wife, Mrs. Alice Brennan, was killed in a
car accident two years ago in Ohio.

(5) This is from Lee Harvey Oswald's ex-girlfriend,
Judyth Vary Baker, who was the subject of a History
Channel documentary, advising me to leave the country:

From: "Judyth Vary Baker" <elect63@...>
To: "T. Casey Brennan" <tcaseybrennan2002@...>
Subject: RE: Are you okay?
Date: Thu, 8 Jul 2004 23:10:36 +0200


Dear Casey,

I have produced so much proof of that now that nobody
argues it
anymore.
They are now at the stage of saying so what if we had
an affair, that
does not mean he told me anything, or if he told me
anythig, that it
would be the truth. So they are having to back off.
McAdams and his
groupo are looking silly now.

I believe everyuthing you're saying as I had an FBI
employee compolain
and lost my teaching job. I was hit twice and had two
brain
concussions.
I'm lucky to be alive.

GET OUT OF THE COUNTRY.  Get a passport and get out
and start over.
It's
over unless you do.

===J==

"Either the world can be an influence on you, or you
can be an
influence
on the world."
    Lee Harvey Oswald, explaining his choice
    to go into military service for his country,
    rather than to become a Mafia soldier.

(6) These are two emails from New Orleans mob boss
Carlos Marcello's grandson, Steve Marcello, echoing
word for word the threats made on me by social
workers, regarding my statements alleging my own and
my late parents unwilling involvement in the JFK
assassination:

This is the first email; I did not solicit him; he
solicited me:

From: omerta64@...
Date: Wed Feb 7, 2001  3:32 pm
Subject: Please Reply
To: tcaseybrennan@...  omerta64@...
  Send Email

Reply to omerta17@... I want to know what you have to
say
about JFK's death. Carlos, Steve, & Tricia Marcello

This is the second email from Marcello:

From: Tricia or Steve Marcello <omerta17@...>
Date: Wed Feb 7, 2001  6:06 pm
Subject: Re: Please Reply
To: "T. Casey Brennan" <tcaseybrennan@...>
omerta17@...
  Send Email

You are insane, the only thing I'm setting you up with
is a visit from the feds,
You need to be in a locked psychiactric ward. My
grandfather is none of your
business. I
suggest you stop being a "wanna be" before you hurt
yourself. Go take some
fucking Thorazine, you fucking psycho.

(7) Other JFK pages about ME;

http://www.darkelfdesigns.homestead.com/conjurella.html

http://www.popimage.com/industrial/conjurella092204.html

http://www.angelfire.com/me/carcano

http://www.mindcontrolforums.com/tc/tcasey.html

http://pw1.netcom.com/~mthorn/0brennan.htm

Now, will someone please help me find an attorney?

-- T. Casey Brennan



































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http://onyx.gothicunderworld.com/darkendsoul/Conjurella.html         
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http://www.internationalhero.co.uk/l/longuard.htm 
http://cybertempli.mysteria.cz/archiv/TCBrennanbestie.htm
http://www.pacificsites.com/~lakenews/LCFP%20Graphics/conjurella.shtml

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I'll be on the University of Michigan radio station,
WCBN (88.3 FM) from 3:00 p.m. till 5:30 pm EST on
Friday, July 8th.

You can listen live at:

http://www.wcbn.org/listen.html

I expect to be playing tracks from my new CD, entitled
FRANKENHEAD UNCENSORED.  I don't expect to talk much
about my JFK work or my 1970s work for comic books
ranging from Warren's VAMPIRELLA to DC's HOUSE OF
MYSTERY, but it's live, so, anything can happen.

Best,

T. Casey Brennan

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August 11 is my birthday.  Great day to play my best
FRANKENHEAD song (I wrote it & do vocals), by clicking
on...

http://www.norecordlabel.com/classes/DownloadCount.php?file=socialworker1.mp3&bi\
d=b_id&act=download

So who is putting on a birthday party for me?

Best,

T. Casey Brennan



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