Hello, My name is mister Jones. Most people have no idea who I really am and what I have done. This is because they have been lied to. They have been led to believe that I am someone that I am not. They have been led to believe that I was some strange, lonely child who was obsessed with death & religion, interested in racial equality and was so fanatical about these things that I ended up committing suicide because I thought the government was after me. But this is nowhere near the truth. So… today I want to tell my story and set the record straight.
I was born on May 13th, 1931 in Crete, Indiana in a rural community to my father James (who was a World War I veteran and a member of the Ku Klux Klan) and my mother Lynetta. Being the son of a Klan member, I learned the ways of White Supremacy at an early age. I was an avid reader as a youth.
I married my “high school sweetheart” nurse Marceline in 1949, and moved to Bloomington, Indiana. In 1951, I joined the Communist Party USA, and began attending rallies and meetings in Indianapolis. I adopted and interracial mix of children (a Native American, three Korean and one White along with the child we conceived). I was a proclaimed Marxist, an integrationist and advocated for civil rights. And I did all these things, even though I am a homosexual and a NAZI. But… Doing these things, helped me to “look the part.” What part? Keep reading.
Being a student of Hitler and Stalin, I became interested methods of controlling people. You see, Hitler and Stalin were into controlling masses of people. And there is no better control than mind control. Physical slavery can be tedious (slave revolts, etc.) But if you can control a mass of people’s mind, you can “ball out of control” with no resistance.
One of the real purposes of the concentration camps was to do mind control experiments on people. Nazi’s wanted to establish a slave labor force of mind controlled people. These Nazi scientists wanted to see if “Mass Obedience” could be induced. This is one of the reasons they used pimp juice. A lot of headway was made, but it all came to an end after WWII.
However, after WWII, these scientist came to the U.S. under what was called operation paperclip to establish the O.S.S (later on, the C.I.A.), continue mind control experiments and also introduce medicine and psychiatry into the American public education and school system so as to control the youth.
Now, these mind control studies were continued in America under a project called MK-Ultra. And these experiments went beyond just inducing mass obedience, but went into the area of creating controlled assassins. We wanted to control an individual to the point where he would do our bidding against his own will. These experiments were successful!
Now, In order to keep these experiments going, we had to recreate “concentration camp like” facilities so that we could continue to make progress. You see, the “official story” is that MK-Ultra was ended in 1973. But the truth is that we continued these experiments (and still do to this day) in three main areas (that we use to control populations): prisons, public (mostly mental) hospitals and religious cults! That’s where I came in!
What we wanted to do was mass mind control experiments on mostly Blacks, women and children and any other “less desirables (poor, mentally retarded, foster children, etc.)” in order to advance our plot to control large masses of people. And I (with my background) was a perfect candidate to carry these experiments out. So, we had to create a cover. As a new C.I.A. recruit, my role was to do mass experimentation of people under the guise of ruling over a religious cult.
I read many books on religious cults to learn how to control people. I also was a student of George Orwell’s book 1984. I became an expert of psychic sciences of cohesive persuasion, mind control and brainwashing. These things were achieved by using hypnosis, electroshock therapy, sleep teaching, esp, and subliminal projections.
In 1952, I became a student pastor in Sommerset Southside Methodist Church, and then I left that church and went out on my own. I started preaching out on the streets of Indiana and established the Community Unity Church in 1953 when I was 23.
I became a charismatic “faith healer.” I constantly crusaded on behalf of Blacks and spoke out against capitalism (saying that the rich had all the money). And since I was always out on the streets parading for justice, I was able to bring in a lot of poor, disenfranchised and desperate people who were looking for a better life and a way out.
I operated out of a tent, and I sold monkeys (that had been experimented on) door to door to fund my mission. I was truly a “PIMP” in the pulpit (as many preachers are) and I would do things like pull chicken livers out of a toilet and claim that I had cured people of cancer. I had the people in awe of me. I would organize large religious conventions with Pentecostal pastors (many of which would have over 10,000 attendees) and impress them with my “healings.” I also wooed them by revealing peoples private info (like social security numbers, addresses, etc). Lots of money was raised.
I called myself the reincarnation of Lenin and Jesus, but my landlord called me “a gangster who used the Bible instead of a gun.” LOL! And yeah, I did a lot of different things (that one may consider criminal), but since Dan Mitrione was the chief of police, I never got in a lot of trouble. I had met Dan (a C.I.A. operative) as a teenager, and he had taken me under his wing, and we were close friends thereafter.
Dan eventually graduated from being the chief of police and joined the International Police Academy (a CIA front) and got trained in torture and counter-insurgency techniques. He would use kidnapped homeless people for training purposes, and then kill them when he was done.
In 1956, I bought my first church building in a neighborhood in Indianapolis and called it “Wings of Deliverance.” I would call it a different name later on. People fell for all of my activist B*****t. All of the stuff that I talked “exposing racism” got me a lot of publicity over the years. I was even appointed director of the Human Rights Commission in 1960! I was praised by Black Newspapers, local radio and TV.
But in 1962, I decided to step up my game. So I took a trip to Brazil as my friend was already there. At the time, he was an O.P.S. advisor at the U.S. Consulate. And while I was there, me and my family lived like kings and queens. We lived in a “well to do” area in Belo Horizonte (CIA headquarters in Brazil) really close to Dan. The U.S. Consulate provided me with transportation and would bring my family groceries or whatever else we needed. I told my neighbors that I was a retired U.S. Navy captain and was in Brazil to “recuperate from the Korean War.”
But the truth is, I was really there to learn torture and interrogation techniques from Dan (who taught these techniques to new C.I.A. recruits before they would go out on kidnapping missions). There, I also studied some of the techniques of Voodoo cults and religions.
I was chosen to be one (of the many) leaders of the U.S. Department of State (D.O.S.) program called “Project Blue” headed by Wessley Baker. Project Blue was a systematic program used to continue and maintain the level of mind control already installed in small churches (like mine). There are basically 5 levels of mind control which range from level 1 (brainwashing hypnosis) to level 5 (full out Manchurian candidate)
Ironically, being a speed-ball (cocaine mixed with heroine) and LSD addict made me susceptible to mind control myself! I became a subject of MK-Ultra. I received a level 4 training with a level 5 trigger (which meant that I could be programmed to assassinate a person or mass of people by using a “trigger“). This would come in handy later on.
I returned to my church in Indiana with a boat load of cash and began to teach a more radical message. I taught that the United States was the Antichrist, and that capitalism is the Antichrist system. But I also began to apply my new learned techniques. And despite all of the things I was doing, I got a lot of support from celebrities and politicians!
But on the inside, people had no idea what was going on in my church. Project Blue was in full effect. We were (in limited quantities) giving members of our church hallucinogenic and behavioral drugs provided by the D.O.S. I would hold communion services and serve drug laced “bread and wine” to my subjects and monitor them to figure out who would be the best candidates for our inner circle. Each inner circle member would be put in charge of 3 congregation members, and would help assist them through the program until complete obedience was achieved.
My people (because they were convinced of my power) were terrified of me, yet they believed that I would always “take care of them”. They would do ANYthing I told them, and they would let me get away with ANYthing. And once I got them in, I isolated them. I didn’t allow them to associate with outside “heathens” (I would even punish them for doing so). This kept outside people from pulling my people out of my religious cult.
I kept my people in a constant state of fear and guilt. I made the people sign over their property to me (as a sign of their loyalty). I would make members write confessions about their faults, wrongdoing and weaknesses to that they could clean themselves of negative thoughts. I even took it a step further and I made a lot of them write letters stating that they were homosexuals and molested their children. All of this info was put in their profiles in case I needed to blackmail them if they tried to leave. I would beat and humiliate people (physically and sexually) in front of the rest of the congregation for anything under the sun (especially if they forgot to call me “Father”). I would even give them drugs that would appear to kill them. But then of course, I would bring them back to life.
If people tried to leave, then they would be warned that “something bad would happen to them.” If they did manage to leave, they were to be harassed and rejected by us. And if they had too big of an influence on our members, or we were afraid they may rat us out, I would just have them killed.
Now, I know all this sounds crazy, but you have to understand that… I was a very nice and caring person. And I was a father figure to these people. And even though the father has to “discipline” his children sometimes, ultimately they understand it’s for their good. I could make them feel guilty for their transgressions also (if need be). And of course, they were drugged!
However… Despite all of our success, my church began to be scrutinized by local law enforcement agencies. All of the rumors surrounding the mysterious deaths of people who had left began to get out. Reports of kidnapping, beatings, and sexual abuse started to circulate. They were about to open up a full investigation into my “healing” rituals, so I decided to move. Like many religious leaders have done, I made up a cockamamie story about how I thought that a nuclear war was going to break out in 1967 that would create a new “socialist Eden” and we had to move.
In 1965, we moved to Redwood Valley, California for “safety” using the money that I had returned home from Brazil with. What people don’t know is that the real reason that I moved there was because I got hooked up with a federally funded program to conduct mind control experiments on mentally ill patients under the guise of deinstitutionalization.
The Mendocino State Mental Hospital (which was in that area) was the place where this program was to take place. We were trained in all of the medical techniques while we where there. My wife worked there as a social worker and I even taught school in that area at the time. Within a short period of time, the entire staff at the hospital was members of my church. We conducted behavior modification experiments (like sensory deprivation) on the patients, and also my own congregation.
I also established The Happy Havens Rest Home (without any trained medical personnel or licensing). There, I began to attract more of the less desirables that I needed. I began to assemble a population of people (mostly Black, women and children) with few family connections (prisoners, psychiatric patients and elderly people from other rest homes). I even had well over 100 foster children transferred in (many by court order).
This rest home was guarded by dogs, guard towers and electric fences. Also there was my “Hit Squad” who I called the Red Brigade. This was my all White trained (and mind controlled trained assassins) flock of armed guards that guarded the place and kept our operation under wraps. These guards kept people from getting in… and our “subjects” from getting out.
I eventually decided to expand my operation. I started holding church services in San Francisco and Los Angeles in 1970. I established permanent facilities in both places in the next couple of years. At that time I began to go away from traditional Christian doctrines. I exposed “errors and lies” in the Bible and began to preach that the Bible was the White man’s way to subdue women and subjugate minorities.
In 1975, I moved my headquarters to San Francisco in the former Albert Pike Memorial Scottish Rite Temple. At this point in time, I was doing it BIG! My church got the support of many big name celebrities and politicians like Jane Fonda, Walter Mondale and Hubert Humphrey. I rubbed shoulders with people like Rosalynn Carter, Angela Davis and Walter Heady (leader of the local John Birch Society). My church was heralded as a caring movement that understood the needs of Blacks. I even got put in charge of “the projects” (San Francisco Housing Commission) and many of my followers got jobs in the welfare department. This allowed me to continue to target the type of people that I needed to continue my experiments.
My church also became a fundraising force courted by many politicians. We organized drives for Richard Nixon, and worked with the Republican Party. I was even appointed chairman of the county jury!
However, despite my success in San Francisco, there was still much controversy surrounding my church. In 1977 an expose on my church really put me in a bad light. I tried to play the “The government is conspiring against me because they are racist and don’t like me because of my social views” card, but it just wasn’t cutting it. So, at that point my final (an previously anticipated) move had to be made.
Now, I had known all along that negative attention would eventually put my operation under too much pressure. So, I had for a while eyed a remote place where I could go and do all of my experiments, with little scrutiny and interference. I had known that this project would be short lived, and that we would kill all of the victims once finished.
I had originally intended to move subjects to a remote place in Brazil. I had also explored the possibility of establishing a concentration camp on the island of Grenada. I even courted Sir Eric Gairy (Grenadian Prime Minister) and invested $200,000 in the Grenada National Bank to help me start.
But eventually, I found an even more perfect spot. The place was Matthew’s Ridge (located in South America). Matthew’s Ridge was originally a Union Carbide mine, which was filled with an abundance of precious natural resources. There, I could establish a slave labor force and exploit these resources while conducting my experiments.
Matthew’s Ridge was also the home of the Shalom Project from 1973-1975. The project was a C.I.A. operation for training Black mercenary guerrillas for operations in Angola. It had been built by combat engineers of the U.S. Army in the early 70’s. And it had one of the most sophisticated hospitals in the world. C.I.A. operative Philip Blakey (member of my congregation) oversaw the development of this site in it’s transition from the Shalom project to a site more suitable for my needs. He also placed the down payment on the site for me to purchase.
I moved quickly, and I told my members that I had to leave immediately, or I would be thrown in prison for life! I convinced my Black members that if they didn’t leave with me, they would be put in to concentration camps and killed (how ironic). I told my White members that they were enemies of the state, and would be tracked down and killed by the C.I.A. if they didn’t leave also.
My congregation was herded in buses in San Francisco quickly, and driven to Florida where they were bound and gagged, packed into chartered planes, and flown to South America.
We brought a whole lot of drugs with us on the trip. South American custom officials let us through without an inspection. Once there, we paid off Black and Native American women to sell us their babies to take back to Matthew’s Ridge and experiment on. From there we drove everyone to the camp. All in all we had about 1200 people. This included about 40 nurses, and are Red Brigade.
Once there, we pumped the people full of drugs to make them obedient. The drugs we brought there were the standard mind control drugs. We brought Valium, Morphine, Quaaludes, Demerol, Truth Serum (Sodium Pentathol), Tranquilizers (like Thorazine), Hypnosis Drugs (Chloral Hydrate) and much more. We stored enough drugs there at our facility to drug an entire population of 10,000 people for over a year.
Our members received a total of about $65,000 in monthly welfare checks from the U.S. Government (even though they had denounced their citizenship). That money went straight to me now, and was used to finance my operation.
My subjects mined in the fields anywhere from 10-18 hours per day. I fed them small servings of rice or bread (that was often rancid). Now of course, my White staff workers had meals (breakfast, and dinner) everyday. The Blacks got scraps, and worked out in the fields (there were only a few Whites who worked out there).
I lived in a house with a screen door and a mosquito net, but in the meantime, my people slept in hot, sticky 10 X 12 foot community rooms (14 people in each room).
My subjects cried for food (to no avail). And when they complained about my being racist, I made them out to be a racist in front of everyone else. I would pit Blacks against Whites. I would announce to everyone that my White workers were superior to by Black workers.
At night, I would force my members to listen to my sermons blasted over the P.A. system (sleep deprivation and/or sleep teaching). I would preach to them about the virtue of homosexuality. I told them that people should sleep with the same sex because it wouldn’t produce children.
I would keep the men and women away from each other (sexual deprivation). If a male and female tried to get together, I would humiliate them in front of everyone. Sometimes I would even take the husband/boyfriend and have sex with (emasculate) him in front of his spouse to prove that HE was a homosexual.
In the meantime, I would have sexual relations with all of my guards there. They were my lovers, and I would even brag about it to the people. And I did this in spite of the fact that I called myself the only “true heterosexual” there.
And while all of this was going on, Dr. Lawrence Schacht (the camp doctor) along with the nurses would experiment on all of my subjects. He would use many methods of torture, and would even perform suturing without anesthetic. We would place medical tags on all of the bodies to keep track of what behavioral drugs that we were giving to them, and monitor there demeanor and actions.
The entire MK-Ultra program was being executed in full. We tested electroshock therapy, wells for children, sexual humiliation, rape, electrode implants, live burials, verbal abuse, sensory deprivation chambers and anything else you can come up with. And we kept notes on all the results. And the drugs (many of them manufactured by U.S. Firms) were supplied by the D.O.S.
We also had long been looking for a biological weapon that could be used to control and suppress large groups of people. We had long been mixing animal viruses strands to see if we could produce the perfect virus to achieve the perfect results. Continuing on from the success of the Tuskegee Experiment a few years earlier, we experimented on our congregation using different man made viruses.
We hit jackpot when we the Visna virus from sheep (which causes pneumonia) and mixed it with the cattle disease Bovine Leukemia and came up with the perfect HTLV-III Virus (a.k.a. the HIV Virus) which has now been patented for reproduction from AIDS (or so called AIDS) patients. This virus was very successful, and we would later on put them in vaccines to inoculate large populations. At that time, we first “identified” this virus as one that was spread by having homosexual sex.
My guards would constantly walk around with guns and terrorize everyone. If slackers complained, we would threaten them. We would tell the children to inform us of the secret conversations of the elders and their parents. If we EVER found out that someone was even thinking about trying to escape, we would humiliate and punish them in full view of the masses of people to serve as examples to deter anyone else.
Later on, we developed an “extended care” unit. Now, if there was any problem with one of our church members, they would be taken to this unit to be rehabilitated and re-integrated back into the community. In the extended care unit, we would give them drugs (like Thorazine) to keep them under control. After a couple of days or weeks, that person would lose their desire to leave, and the behavior problems would cease.
But not all was good at that point. Some of the less programmed members in my congregation were getting more and more difficult to control. My own staff began to have issues with the way that we were treating the people. It was time for the project to wind down.
Tim Stoen, my church attorney and board chairman sold me out and defected. This scared the hell out of me, because Tim Stoen had designed, and had intricate knowledge of how we were covertly transferring millions of dollars into foreign bank accounts! So when he left, I sent my secretary, Debbie Blakey (Phillip Blakey’s daughter) to track him down, and pay him in exchange for silence. She was to offer him $5,000 but could pay up to $10,000.
Grace (Tim’s wife) was a REAL traitor. She had defected earlier than Tim. She had been very popular with my members, and her leaving threatened my control. Out of the blue, she showed up and wanted her son John. Tim had agreed to let me have a child by Grace because he couldn’t conceive. But Tim had put his name on the birth certificate as the father.
To make matters worse, Debbie couldn’t track Tim down and we never heard anything from him until October of 77 when we found out that he was going to join Grace in a San Francisco Superior Court action to get custody of their son. That wasn’t going to happen! That child was mine!
By this point, most politicians’ had fallen off my band wagon, but I still had some support. I held rallies against my enemies that were attended by Willie Brown, Harvey Milk and Art Agnos, among others. During these rallies people like Angela Davis and Huey Newton would communicate via radio and telephone to my congregation, telling them to “hold strong” against this conspiracy.
We assigned a number of our members to meet Tim and Grace outside the courtroom and threaten them, but I knew that it wouldn’t be enough. One day, me and my members called up South American government officials and told them, that they BETTER stall the court case, or everyone in my community would extinguish itself in a mass suicide by 5:30PM that day! It worked, and the courts held off.
But the project was winding down. My secretary, Debbie defected, and told stories about what was going on in my camp. The tensions in my camp got higher and higher, things were falling apart, more info was being leaked out, and I knew that all of this would eventually come to an end. I was desperately trying to get the court of public opinion back on my side! I had hired Mark Lane (attorney and well known author) and Donald Freed (an American playwright, novelist, screenwriter, and actor) to help me.
Mark Lane held a press conference on October 4th, 1978 in San Francisco where he said that my community was being harassed by the U.S. Government. He said that the concentration camp accusations about me were false, and that I was going to launch a multi-million dollar lawsuit in 90 days against the C.I.A., The F.B.I., The I.R.S., The State Department, The Treasury Department and the Postal Service.
He said that there was a conspiracy against my community because the U.S. Government was embarrassed because of the tremendous success that I was having. And that it was an embarrassment to see people leave the U.S. and live without drugs and television. He told everyone that it was truly a beautiful place to live.
He said that the visits to my community gave him and glimpse into the future, and that the local government was pleased as my community was a model for other Caribbean countries to follow.
Donald Freed also chimed in, stating in my church newsletter release that if Martin Luther King could see my community, he would recognize it as the next step in his agenda, and ask for one, two, three, many more communities like mine!
Charles Garry, my church attorney stated that we were a community where racism, sexism, ageism have been overcome as a new social order. And that this was the answer to a better life.
But this didn’t quench the noise. So the time for our “Plan B” to destroy everything was moving closer and closer. I ordered a box of cyanide that I would use later on in the execution of my plan.
Me and my staff began to put together “White Night” meetings. These meetings would be dress rehearsals in which I would wake the people up in the middle of the night, and tell them that people were coming to torture us, and that they would have to drink some poison that I would give to them to die peacefully. Some of them would comply, only to realize that I was just “testing their loyalty.” These numerous dress rehearsals would be taped, found by the F.B.I, and would serve a bigger purpose later on.
In the meantime, I was more drugged out than ever. I had gone from speed-balls to injectable Valium, Quaaludes, barbiturates and stimulants to get me through the day. I did it all, and of course… there were PLENTY of drugs there to use. I was just biding my time until the inevitable.
All of the noise and reports and accusations about my camp had alerted congress, and people wanted an investigation. Congressman Leo Ryan had now become interested. Leo had been a pest to the C.I.A. for quite sometime. He knew we were conducting mind control experiments and he wanted to stay in the loop. He was trying to pass legislation that would put all C.I.A. covert operations under Congress’s oversight.
The congressman decided to come on a fact finding mission to see what was going on in our community. We offered Leo a large sum of money in D.C. not to come, but he turned it down.
As we had done many times before with others, we rehearsed for the arrival of Leo. The workday was shortened, and the food was upgraded. We even had music and dancing. My subjects knew how to “put on a happy face.” We would rehearse conversations. One of the camp members would pretend to be Leo, while another would be a content citizen of my community.
On November 17, Leo arrived at my camp with a team of 18 people which consisted of government officials, media representatives and concerned family members. One of the members with him, was Richard Dwyer, who was the head of the local C.I.A.
They spent the day interviewing me, my staff, and the community members. Our plan seemed to work well. A lot of my members told Leo that my camp was the best thing that ever happened in their lives. The crowd roared happily in front of him, and everything seemed to be OK.
But, later on that evening, members of my community started to secretly pass notes to members of Leo’s entourage begging them to help them leave. One such note was passed on to me. I reacted by saying that people were liars and wanted publicity. I pleaded with them just to let me be. I told them that the people could go and come as they pleased.
The whole entire media crew wanted to stay the night. But there was no way in hell I was going to let that happen. I was already afraid of what they already may have recorded that I couldn’t monitor. So, all of them were sent back to Port Kaituma that night to make other arrangements.
I only allowed Leo, Charles Garry, Richard Dwyer and a few others were allowed to stay. While there, Leo saw the condition that the people in my community were in. He saw how they were stacked in bunks on top of each other in the rooms. He saw how many of them were sick with high fever, and severe diarrhea (the first symptoms of the HIV Virus).
That next morning after breakfast, more of my members secretly came to Ryan and wanted to leave. The rest of Leo’s entourage came back and continued to probe everything. By mid afternoon, about 15 of my members had wanted to and leave boarded the truck for return to the Port Kaituma airstrip. I begged them to stay, and even offered them money. But, to no avail.
At that point, one of the Red Brigade members, Ujara (also known as Don Sly) tried to kill Leo, but unfortunately, his attack was unsuccessful. The departing truck had stopped when the passengers heard the attack. I assured Leo that I would report everything to the local police. And he actually wanted to stay another day, but Richard ordered him to leave, saying that he would file criminal charges against Ujara. Leo and Richard boarded the truck to leave with the rest.
The attack on Leo was the last straw. The “spell” was broken, and the party was all over with. I got word from the C.I.A. that my operation had to be terminated, and the plan B was to take place immediately.
One of the defectors from my congregation was Larry Layton (a member of my Red Brigade and brother of Debbie Blakey). Larry was one of the “sleepers” that we had planted in the group. The others were skeptical of him (because he had been a loyalist to me), but they didn’t kick him off the truck.
Another aircraft was ordered to carry everyone who was leaving my camp. When the truck got to the airstrip in the afternoon, the planes were put on hold. At about 5:00pm, as the planes were about to leave, members from the Red Brigade pulled up in a tractor and started shooting the passengers (some of them circled the plane on foot. This was led by Larry who had boarded the smaller plane, pulled out a gun and began shooting.
The Red Brigade members left, but not before the mission was accomplished. Leo was killed, along with 3 other media members and one of the defectors. Nine others were injured. After that, the South American officials immediately confiscated all of the footage and notes that were taken in my camp (Thank God). Richard had managed to bail out shortly before the shooting. He was to come back to Matthew’s Ridge and put the finishing touches on plan B.
Back at Matthew’s Ridge, we began to terminate (by hypodermic injection to the back shoulder blade) all of our subjects. This caused a revolt and the people began to flee. Our trained assassins ended up killing about 400 people, but over 500 of them escaped into the jungle!
Now of course, some of the victims were allowed to escape in exchange for their cooperation. They were to tell the story the way it needed to be told. About 3:30 in the morning, after the first round of killing, Richard sent out a radio message from my camp using a secret C.I.A. channel. This message that he sent out, would shape the way all of the events surrounding my project would be viewed. Using the tapes from our “White Night” meetings, a final tape was put together and released, to be heard by the public later on.
Over the next 5 days, we sent out over 350 South American troops, 600 British Black Watch commandos, and the American Green Berets to hunt down the rest of my subjects, kill them and drag them back to my camp. In the end, over 900 people ended up dead at the scene. We laid all of the victims next to each other, neatly in rows and in columns. After that, we dumped cyanide into their mouths.
We stripped the bodies of all medical tags and all other identification. We then positioned most of the bodies face down, and left them out to rot in the hot sun so that the bodies could rot and putrefy and no autopsies could be done. Most of the people would never be identified & no insurance would ever be collected.
Leo’s daughter (and other family members of those who died) opened a multi-million dollar lawsuit, stating that the deaths were a massacre, and that I was a CIA Operative. But the suit was dismissed on a technicality.
Our experiment in South America was short lived, but successful. Jeff Brailey (retired US Army master sergeant) took our research documents regarding mind control to the U.S. Embassy. The data from our experiments would be integrated into new projects. Richard and other U.S. Embassy officials received medals and promotions.
It is said that I killed myself during this event, but the truth is that a body double was shot and placed at the scene of the crime later on to make it seem that way. I assumed another identity and fled to Africa, never to be thought of again.
Now at this point, you may be wondering why you’ve never heard this story. Surely something like this had to have hit mainstream news, especially considering all of the people involved. Well… the truth is that it WAS put in mainstream news. However, the official story told is but a fabrication that most people blindly believed. But the next time you hear it, you will know the truth.
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