7/26/9 - How the NAZI psychological song, 'Die Lorelei' was used to program a 'Sleeper' like me
I have (the reversible dietary malady) Celiac's Disease (and its subsequent 'Neuropathy,') I was particularly hypnotizable. On top of that, I'd endured an entire childhood of deliberate traumas in order to set me up for being 'Programmable' in the field as an espionage agent, unknowingly at first by the Other Side, then by the CIA. "Local Mental Health and Social(ist) Services" types were given free rein to "Study" me and knowingly or unknowingly (I think knowingly, because the average person is sadistic, let alone these types) caused me endless torture. Their attentions caused in me, because of the following explained programming, endless tension and anguish, which, Catch-22, they thusly proclaimed to be "Mental Illness," so they did it even harder and more intense since 1977. Our so-called Department of Family Services does exactly the opposite. It's all political, and using your money to do it.
I'd been ordered to visit Rupp & his family at their new flat (Or was it his mother's place in Munich?) in Belgium after he'd been made a NATO Economic Minister of sorts. I was told, over the phone (Like so many times) that I'd be meeting a family relative of mine, a "Herr Rainklaud, who made me a relation to the famous German General Rommel." (The point being, my head was deliberately filled with a lot of mush, simply for me to inevitably repeat such, 'The warning signs of Parnaoid Schizophrenia...' to those who wanted so badly to see it as such.
So why no Visa stamp? I remember the border guard looking at a clipboard, and simply waving me on. Belgium was very helpful, that way, Mr. Willms had said.
There I met the above elderly gentleman, and the conversation sort of went like this:
Rainer told me that I was to "Sing songs" with him, and so I took his offered "Spezial" (Usually with a Mickey) beer and tried to be cooperative.
So, I'm not sure if a certain phrase was used, but what with the beer, I was already sort of "Under." And "Dr. Wolf," Markus Wolf's "Father and doctor" started to program me. I can now remember how back at the Consulate Markus Wolf had told CIA Dir. Bush that such programming required the authority of a doctor, that he couldn't do it himself. When the Director had told him that he'd have to go ahead and utilize the previous brainwashing programming he'd installed in me from young, with my "Mother's" help. In order to make him look good, like he'd succeeded with his own long-term plans. As a means, too, to protect me for the interim.
So, while smiling his distinctive Wolf family smile, he was actually quite stern. He knew I'd been taught these songs from (An Augsberg) Kindergarten on, and so had me try to sing along. I don't think I'd ever learned them well, however, for whatever reason, having somekind of mental block at certain parts of the songs.
"Du kannst nicht 'Die Lorelei' singen!" He pronounced, and then all of a sudden, I couldn't sing it at all.
"Du kannst nicht 'Der, Die, Das!" He'd proclaimed, causing me a sense of shame. The backbone to proper German speech, and suddenly I felt like a linguistic fool. From that day in 1977 on, I just couldn't speak German, anymore. Nor remember this particular programming, either, for it had been in German.
The beauty of it, I now understand, is that, since I could "No longer speak German," subconsciously, neither could I remember nor understand conversations and instructions given back then cognitively, yet they existed heavily. It wasn't until #41 make his THIRD TANDEM parachute jump, on his 85th birthday, could I start to snap out of it all. As designed.
And there was SO MUCH said to me in German back then... Maybe the biggest Secret of all is simply in that Markus Wolf is my father... Or was it more that it was made to look like he'd succeeded in using me as he'd originally intended, as there was MUCH subsequent press promo on his grand "Successes."
But he sang the song, and made sure he hummed stanzas inbetween, as it had to have, he said, three (Such an important mnemonic to me) of them.
"Ich wiess nich was soll es bedeuten, das ich so trauich bin..."
"I don't know why I feel so sad..." And it made me remember the VERY sad traumas of the deliberately created divorce scenes and the like, something VERY deep with me. It made me feel sleepy, too, because that night my Mother had kept me up late & still forced me to school the next day, where another trauma occurred. As I tried to keep the secret of how my father had been arrested for nearly murdering my mother's lover.
"Ein Maerchen aus zuralten Zeiten, das kommt mir nicht auf den Sinn..."
"An old tale comes to me from the ages, which won't come out of my mind..." Again, a reference.
"Die Luft is Kuel und es dunkelt..."
"The air is cool, and it gets dark..." Deliberate hypnotic induction.
"Die Gipfel des Berges funklet..."
"The tops of the mountain glisten..." Hypnotically.
"Fluesig fluesst der Rhine..."
"Gently flows the river Rhine..." The soothing image of a flowing river calming one...
Then he hummed the stanza.
"Eine schoenste Jungfrau sitzt, dort oben wunderbar..."
"The most beautiful virgin is sitting up there, just wonderfully..." Which simply refers to the age-old espionage honey-trap, and it's deepest sexual shame, and control, in all its various manners.
"Ihre goldenes Geshmilde blitzet, sie kammt ihr goldenes Haar..." Which I bet subtly refers more than to her golden jewelry, and combing her hair with a mystically colored comb... And that I would in the future meet my own Lorilei of doom, anxiety, and fear by the legend of "St. Philomena."
"Den Schiffer in ihren kleinen Schiffe..."
"The boater in his small boat..." As if a child, immature, that vulnerable part of a person...
"Ergreift es mit wildener weh..." Handles this with unconstrained horror...
"Er shaut nicht die Felsenriefen, er shaut nur hinauf in die Hoee..."
"He doesn't see his own doom on the rocky shoal, he's only looking at the..." And I immeadiately felt a sense of anxiety and doom...
Of course, now I know WHY SP5 and now Secret Service Agent Brian Larkin made a big point of our "Vacation" in 1977 being traveling on the train under the Lorilei, getting all hot & bothered in see the famous waterfall and did I see it too? I had to see it personally, now I get it.
And the Docktor told me that I was like that, holding my breath to avoid drowning, yet feeling the anxiety of it, and yet it circles back to the beginning... And that yet, I must at all costs, protect the secrets that I knew...
That my own "Lorelei" would be the "Maiden" I would have to obey in the future, with her own particular traits would I know her, and I would be forced into this mental abyss every time she talked...
That I would "Shoot her with arrows three times, and hit the target..." "Die Ziel mit drei Pheilen..." Rainer said, again reinforcing what "Mr. Willms" had told me about using "Latin Hyphens" to detail in writing everything about Her activities.
Again, that she would have the "Ankor" of hope, and would expect to be paid, "Palmen," symbols, Mr. Willms had said in another session at the Consulate, of remuneration.
And as such, since our government agency-forced marriage, has it been so: The Social Services claim over and over again, that I somehow terrorize her when the exact opposite is true, and She exploits it heavily and has, for 26-odd years, and gets completely away with it, too.
Talk about HAVING to OBEY someone...
"Du bist beobacktet werden!" That I'd be carefully watched, and that stimulus would automatically cause me to protect the secrets.
Or when someone tried to get at my guarded secrets, of which I had so many, my DUTY to do so... To hold my breath, feel anxiety, kind of go under...
Which, like I say, knowingly (Because I think they enjoy the power) and or, unknowingly (Thinking they're helping someone, have the local "Social(ist) Services went overboard and very intensively to constantly barrage me with... This stimulus.
My reaction being physically and emotionally painful to the extent of torture.
How my legs now felt heavy... Only now do I understand my reaction to the Socialist Services interrogations, and my resistances to it. So heavy have they been of recent, that I've felt as if I could barely walk, and stumble over everything. Picnics have turned into big naps, and people call the cops because they think something's "Wrong with me."
"Du wirst viel Bier trinken!" So now I understand why my first compulsive reaction to the misery of all this treatment, especially by Her, has been to flee to cry into my beer. Causing, in the past, all the more Celiac's Symptomaticy and malleability for them over me. I'd be a "Real Rick Van Winkle" Mr. Willms had told me at the Consulate.
That I would fart alot. Oh, yeah, what with the gastrointestinal distress I'd endure what with the gluten-rich beer and bread. But I've taken delight in especially doing so when my "Watchers" are close enough to get a noseful.
That I'd be a dunce. And Rainer produced a dunce hat, and placed it on my head. I've religiously kept to this state of mind, and it, too, is reinforced by the dumbing-down endomorphine-producing aspects of Celiac's. It's been my primary and deepest cover, I can now see in retrospect. It's THIS behavior, always automatically responding to others as if a Dummy, that has convinced SO MANY, and, ironically, been the reasons cops won't even investigate murders, even, that I have reported to them... Even yesterday, on a normal couse of wife-suggested "Shopping" did one of the Mentals come spying around. It's amazing, really, that these types and cops I fool the most easy by this demeanor. Simple hypnosis - And yet these types would be the FIRST to send someone away to the Funny Farm for this intelligence methods & means - Without even being able to know which side one worked for!
It's a RELIEF, too, of course, to have that burden lifted from me. Especially as I do research, and see how immensely intellectual Markus Wolf was, it brings out that part of me, in me, that's been so long lacking.
"Du bist verrucht!"
And, yes, I've actually enjoyed playing that role to so many. Especially when I can tell "Neighbor spies" are watching from behind closed shades and the like, have I liked to put on a show. Then, again, what a relief to have that burden, lifted, too. My grand duty, my grand secrets, are out now, and instead of being compulsively driven to these behaviors, I simply can be me, now.
Simply be in "The here and now." Have things "Occur" to my mind, instead of compulsively centering on past memories I'd been ordered to remember, or to "Figure it out!"
That I'd be angry, especially at the Wind.
Oh, yeah, they knew even then the agenda eventually called for my going to very windy Wyoming, as one can tell from the "American Fort Fun" photos.
Nowadays when I go fishing, my wife takes a walk up the hill, and I've noted many times that a vehicle would be there. Her handlers. Or cops, wanting to "Monitor me" and my "Mental Health."
Making me angry and frustrated, giving them what they want to see.
And yet the APA's own studies say that they can't tell the difference between hypnotically-based behavior and what their DSM-IV calls "Criteria of Mental Illness." And yet they KNOW, and yet they do what they do to me, KNOWING what my reactions will be, and then they have used me for a political poster boy for their agendas.
Now comes the bum's rush for Nationalized Health Care. There is something magical, I think, about this upcoming Congressional recess...
At least for me, personally, this remembering of that session instead of focusing on the Consulate ones, is some kind of key.
Releasing me from this compulsive behavior, this particular military duty of mine.
It's time.
And he similarly sang "Mine Vater war ein Wandersman," giving me the impression that my true father was just that... And as head of the German "CIA," I guess just so, and not a normal "Home father," at all.
And he sang "Die Gedanken Sind Frei," ("The thoughts are free")with its own implications, ("Even if they throw me in prison...") then telling me that I would tense my shoulders and hold my breath (Lest I drown like the Schiffer - Talk about waterboarding!) WITH EVERY THOUGHT...
So what runs over and over in the back of my mind, now, is "Coming to." "Snap, snap, snap."
"DANN wirt der Herr Willms ihren Fingeren drei mal snappen!" I believe he'd said. The scene at the Consulate. A "Bible Reading." The Book of Mathew. "Carrying his cross to the place of the skull..." The Pentagon.
Well, I wrote that letter over about June 24th... Just as they now say that the CIA's been lying to Pelosi since 2001... What a surprise :/ .
More soon...
