3 Americas: More Truth Than We Can Handle 00 Introduction (The slow making of a super soldier)

Close your eyes and I promise you’ll begin to see the truth. Then take back control of the narrative, question everything you’re being told, and make up your own mind. Because the Deep State can and will control your body and mind, if you let them…

“In the end the blind will see,
And what will be will be”,
Said the one,
Of the three.

And I ask,
“What say you two”,
And they answer politely,
“We think you always knew”.

So when it’s all over,
And when it’s done.
And the last fire burns away,
We’ll know who one.

I dream of this place,
In the time before gold.
Where no one’s bought,
And nothing’s sold.

Where every deal,
That is made,
Has one rule,
To be an honest trade.

Where debit and credit,
Can never be.
And What can’t be bartered,
Is given away free!

Where everyone owns the land,
And protects each other’s space.
And makes only what they need,
Without creating poison or waste.

But there I go again,
Dreaming of this other place.
Where there are no earthly judges,
And only one human race–

by DR Wolfe,
{Founder of the New Libertarian-Socialist Party}
(Pure Socialism has never been tried, so why not? We know capitalism and communism don’t work, because these systems produce billionaires and trillionaires who behave as heathens. They have no right to this much money. Because it means like lab rats they can do anything they want to us, and no one will stop them. Because they own the law and those who make it and enforce it.)

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(Last updated: March 16, 2023)
3 Americas: More Truth Than We Can Handle
Chapter 00
Introduction The slow making of a super soldier (or perhaps a Super Villain)
by DR Wolfe

{Includes some strong language}

Some troll, or maybe my handler, have recently posted a bullshit definition at Sickapedia saying that the term “Wolf Out” means quitting. first, I’m glad somebody’s paying attention and that I’m making a difference, given how much corruption there is throughout our government and media.

Unfortunately, we the honest people have lost the Forth Estate and, except a few courageous people in the alternative media like Kevin Barrett and James Corbett, there’s no longer any one to protect us from the government or corporations, who “Do as thy wilt.” (and be sure to never, ever offend the Jews or homosexuals).

But it’s ignorant to say quitting is a bad thing, with no exceptions. Because there’s always exceptions, whether we want to admit it or not. Besides, when it comes to people with severe disabilities, quitting and moving on is often the best choice.

When a person is severely disabled they quickly learn that often it’s better to quit and take a different approach, or just give up and move on to something else. Whether it is just happenstance or someone’s bigotry, sometimes you have to forget and move on. This may not be true for able-bodied people, but it is true for most people with disabilities.

As a deaf-blind person, , I can tell you to survive you must learn when to stay and fight and when to walk away. They say, only a fool never gives up , even though they get the same answer over and over, and over. So learning when to quit and move on is essential to survival for those of us with disabilities who may not have the emotional or physical energy, or the resources available, to continue what we know is a losing battle. Not to say that people can’t learn from their mistakes.

We the Deaf-Blind Community know the bigotry of the world. We know that it is especially prevalent among those with money and power, and those who serve the interests of the rich and powerful, like Helen Keller.

So for the severely disabled, giving up — knowing when to quit, is often the best choice. It’s not just a simple matter of turning the other cheek, turning a “blind eye,” or “wolfing out”, and accepting the bigots for what they are, it’s a matter of survival.
And this book is about surviving in a land run by bigots and beasts, who are unable to see things as they are, and probably never will…

In 1973, when I was twelve-years-old, based on a recommendation from the University of Michigan Medical Center, I was enrolled in the state’s residential school for the blind located in Lansing, Michigan.

Along with several other blind and partially sighted kids who attended the school during the 1960’s and the 1970’s, I believe I became part of some government brainwashing program, run by Sidney Gottlieb, Joli West and the Director of the FBI, J. Edgar Hoover (a homosexual, transvestite blackmailer).

I believe it was part of, or similar to, the CIA’s MK Ultra Program, although there are some interesting differences, as I’ll explain.

When I first came to the school for the blind in Lansing, Michigan, I was assigned to second Floor North, located in the main administrative building. Curiously, the only building still standing today.

I was put in a room by myself at the end of the hall. It was the room closest to the back stairwell, on the north side of the building. I didn’t think there was anything odd about it at the time, making sure I had no roommate.

Curiously, this was the door farthest away from the main walkway, and it led out to the parking lot where ironically, a year later I was molested by a Lansing Police Officer in the presence of another student, Bill Bonsky. But it wasn’t the only time I was inappropriately touched.

consider these four facts, and think about how they might be related:
* One night, after being hypnotized by the school’s psychiatrist earlier that day, I found myself in this same parking lot, where I was taken somewhere, but I barely remember.

I have some vague memories about this same thing happening, where I was led down the back stairs and into the parking lot. And several times I would wake up to find myself laying on the bed, completely dressed, with my shoes still on;

* I don’t know when this happened, but apparently some sort of synthetic helmet was applied to my scalp. It has been falling off in chunks over the last ten or fifteen years, and when I told my doctor and showed him my scalp, he did nothing.

I’m speculating about this, but apparently this plastic-silicon material became assimilated into the tissue surrounding my skull. And it appears as though The material have expanded with my skull as I grew.

I believe the cap has the ability to control a person’s emotions, and subsequently, their thoughts and behaviors.

And what’s really amazing about it, I noticed that my skull was as hard as a rock…until this happened, when the cap began to peel off, ten or fifteen years ago.

It appears as though the material they are using to create these helmets is maintained by some sort of artificial nano-bot. At the same time, the University of Michigan and the General Motors Corporation was developing nano-bot technology. These bots are called “aneroid parasites”, and are a fusion between insects and nano-bots.

The synthetic “brain cap”, once applied to the skull, apparently has the ability to both monitor and control the brain waves. The parasites repair the helmet, unless the damage to the material is too great. And this is exactly what has happened;

* For the last nine or ten years I’m also being shocked every day and night with some sort of invisible weapon, that leaves no marks. It can also itch, poke cramp or burn any part of the body.

In the book “Idea Man”, by billionaire owner of the Portland Trailblazers and the Seattle Seahawks, and co-founder of the Microsoft Corporation, Paul Allen writes about shocking a female classmate for fun.

There was this very pretty, talented girl, that Allen admitted he didn’t like, named Stephanie, who he shocked, intentionally. According to his autobiography, other than two or three sentences, he was either completely indifferent or out right hostile toward most of his female classmates, and this is a good example of how Paul Allen treated most women.

Allen was never married, although he claimed to once have had a girlfriend, named Rita. And despite having twenty billion dollars in the bank, he never had any children or a steady girlfriend (or boyfriend). This is despite that there are thousands, if not millions, of women (or men) around the world who, despite his looks and arrogance, would do anything to be the next “Mrs. Allen”.

One would think a man who was this rich and who was diagnosed with non Hodgkin’s lymphoma, usually a terminal decease, would want an adult companion to share his last years on earth, whether it was a man or woman. But maybe adult companionship was not what he really wanted?

He wrote, “I love traveling to France, because of the cuisine and the culture.”

This may not be the whole truth. France is also known for its “sexual freedom,” including homosexuality and pedophilia. In fact, the age of consent in France is thirteen which may be the real reason Allen enjoyed spending time in Paris, where the judging of moral behavior is quite different than it is in America.

In Eleanor Herman’s 2020 revealing book, “Sex with Presidents”, she wrote this about the French, “The French leaned on stories that riotous kings and fragrances royal mistresses are titillated by modern scandals, to be sure. But almost never horrified. Their reaction to the love affairs of their political leaders is a smirk, in between a slug of expresso and a puff of a cigarette.”

In addition, consider that Jeff Epstein used a French modeling company to recruit young girls, run by a man named, Jean-Luc Brunel. Once for his birthday, Epstein had three twelve-year-old French girls sent over to “entertain” him, according to sworn deposition from Virginia Roberts-Giuffre, who was forced to watch Epstein rape all three girls.

While there’s no direct link between Allen and Epstein, as far as I know, Bill Gates, co-founder of MicroSoft, apparently was a good friend of Epstein’s. The two were spotted together at an airport and had some kind of secret arrangement, according to James Corbett (Watch corbettreport.com/gates).

This is probably why we need to make all non-disclosure agreements completely illegal, as they are clearly being used by the wealthy to hide their criminal behavior, including the wide-spread problem in our society involving pedophilia and the elite.

When Paul Allen was a senior, and his all boys Private prep school, Lakeside, merged with an all girls school, St. Nicolas, he and Gates strongly objected.

Bill Gates attended the same high school, although he was two years younger than Allen. Together they created a tombstone memorial for their male classmates, that read (in Latin), “Long Live Male Virginity.” Allen never explained what he meant by this.

When he was in elementary school, as part of a class project, he hooked a battery up to two wires. He then had his classmates, one by one, hold the negative wire in one hand, and a positive wire in the other. Then, he gave them each a small one volt shock. It wasn’t painful, instead they only felt a tingle that went through their fingers and up their arm, and probably made them laugh.

However, when Stephanie, the classmate Allen wrote about, took her turn and grabbed hold of the two wires, he dialed up the voltage (five times what other students received). It gave her a shock, causing her to scream in pain. The horse-faced Allen, laughed aloud.

As a former-sports talk moron, I remember one story that explains who Paul Allen really was, and not the image of him that Disney and the corporate media created.

In 2009, or maybe 2010, because of what happened the prior year, the NFL owners were warmed by the Commissioner not to tweet the first round Picks before the television network had formally announced them. The network paid for the right to be the first, and it was a violation of their contract, not to mention, extremely unethical, to give out the pick early.

Despite the warning, in all his arrogance Allen tweeted the first thirteen picks anyway…and the NFL and network did nothing to Allen for giving them the finger in public.

And today, it seems as though every story about Allen’s draft pick disclosure has been scrubbed from the Internet. To protect his privacy I presume, which Allen valued more than anything else. I wonder why?

This tells you how much power Paul Allen and his friends have over the media and the legal system in Oregon and Washington, doesn’t it?

As I’m being shocked every night, I thought about what Paul Allen did to Stephanie. This is why I began calling the weapon that is being used on me, mostly when I try to fall asleep, a “Rotland Tail-Laser.”

I don’t know if this is related to the shocks I Have been getting or the helmet, but I’m beginning to develop some extra-abilities, which I’ll explain.

I believe these writings will prove to the most skeptical reader, this technology exists today, and I believe it has been tested on the most vulnerable people, including children with disabilities. And it may have begun when I was just a kid, when I first attended the school for the blind in Lansing.

About ten or fifteen years before I began getting shocked and the scalp cap began peeling away, I began to develop some extra abilities.

So let me begin this very strange story by saying, in the last forty years at times my “vision” has never been more clear. And it seems to be improving every day.

Yet, I have absolutely no retinas left today. And this can be proven easily with a basic eye examination by any physician. And a person can not see without retinas, this is well known.

So, how is this possible?

I have no implanted cameras in my head or eyes, as far as I know. So then, how is it possible I can see with my eyes closed, especially in the dark? And long ago, when I could still see, I was completely night blind.

This is one explanation about what may have happened. About forty-five years ago some sort of artificial scalp was placed on my head and has continued to grow with my skull. Maybe they decided to do this when I hit a tree on the family toboggan, or a week later, when our pony Patches accidently stepped on my head while I was racing a neighbor?

But if this is true, I had no idea that the helmet was there…and obviously, I have no idea who put it there, other than I strongly suspect the school’s two psychologists (for only 300 students) were involved. I think they were complicity in a lot of what was going on there, including the child molestation and the other odd stuff.

Today, all day long I am unconsciously compelled to scratch this brittle, plastic stuff from my head. As I said, it has been falling off in chunks for over ten years.

As anyone with normal vision can clearly see from my most recent photograph, over the last ten or fifteen years my head has shrunk by almost a half inch all the way around. How is this possible?

The fact that my head has shrunk is scientifically undisputable. The pictures don’t lie! So what caused this?

And why can I see with my eyes close?

And why can I see in the dark?

And why can I sometimes see through things?

Almost every night since moving into the Southgate Death Camp fifteen years ago, located in southeast “Rotland, I have been shocked over and over, probably more than a million times.

At least 20,000 of these shocks are sexual assaults, which have been targeted at my genitals and rectum.

And make no mistake, most of these shocks have been painful assaults. Yet when I have called the police, Portland Police Officer Randal won’t do anything, or arrest anyone since I am unable to “see who’s doing it,” according to Officer Randal.

I have also been sprayed with some sort of poison while I sit at my computer, or sometimes when I go outside. And this maybe why the artificial scalp began to peal away, starting about ten years ago.

And here’s the weird thing. Despite dozens and dozens of letters to both the government and the media, including FBI Director Chris Ray, no one will investigate. Even though, many of these nightly assaults, as I have said, are sexual in nature. And most importantly, are being carried out against a vulnerable person — a person who is completely blind and partially-deaf, with PTSD.

At the same time that this synthetic cap has been chipping and pealing away, these strange abilities, like being able to see things with my eyes completely closed, or see things behind me, have significantly improved.

I’ve had this strange extra-ability to imagine what I was “seeing” for at least the last thirty years,. Although I have thought a little about it, I never thought it was anything unusual.

For awhile, I dismissed it as being only the mind’s way of coping with my blindness. I even told a few of my stoner friends about it, since it seemed so strange how my brain was creating images of what was there.

Except now, I know it’s not that simple.

As any reasonable person would do in this situation, I have conducted tens of thousands of these experiments. And I’ve been doing this every day for the last six or seven years. So I know it’s real. But how can I convince anyone else without sounding crazy (while the government is intentionally doing everything it can to make me look crazy)?

You have to admit, that’s quite a dilemma…

I believe, along with some other blind kids, the government under J. Edgar Hoover, Richard Helms and their collection of mad scientists, like Sidney Gottlieb and Joli West, were using kids with disabilities, like me, to test their ideas.

Maybe, they began experimenting on some of us blind kids to figure out how to make it possible for human beings (and perhaps future soldiers) to see with their eyes completely closed, or in the dark? But they needed to break down the subject before it would work, with regular sexual abuse and public humiliation. Or that’s what they thought.

I know they have been watching me, since I attended the blind school. And they must know now it works.

For example, If a room is dark, today I can usually see (with my eyes closed) the outline of most of the things around me. I can pick objects up very easily, and see into closed cabinets and drawers. And when I touch things with my fingers or toes, or another part of my body, they seem to light up and stay visible for twenty or thirty seconds.

Perhaps it didn’t happen as quick as they hoped? But if this outcome was their original intent — to help humans see in the dark, and see with their eyes closed, and even see through some things, it does now work.

It’s not perfect vision, and it doesn’t always seem to work when I want it to work. But what ever they, or God, did to me I can promise you that at certain times, under certain circumstances, I can clearly “see” again! And I believe, that’s a miracle!

But who knows, maybe these special abilities were inherited from my great grandmother, Nellie O’Boyle (who apparently loved to do the jig, while she cast her good spirits onto the world).

As you may know, it has long been said that some Irish and Welch have mystical powers. Family legend says my great grandmother O’Boyle had some of these gifts. So who knows, maybe she’s really the one responsible for this special talent with a little help from god?

I don’t know why this happened to me, so you can believe it or not. But from the very beginning, here’s my whole story, and how I got to this place, being tortured by friends of Paul Allen and Bill Gates.

While all the Rotlanders yell together, “RIP OFF CITY, BABY!”

“Ode to the Beast”
When you are confronted by a beast that is so overpowering and overtly cruel, sooner or later one of two things will happen to you…either you will prevail, and overthrow the beast, or you will parish, and quietly cease to exist.

The beast enjoys your fear, and only wants you to cower to its power until you die in absolute poverty. The elderly, the impaired, and the afflicted already know how this will work. The shrinking rations will slowly dwindle away, as the beast grows stronger.

If you choose to not be an enslaved person and accept the challenge to survive as a free being, then you only have one choice. That choice can only be to destroy the beast, who or what ever it is.

So, there are only three ways that I know of to destroy the beast:
I. You must either confront the beast directly, and try to take away the power it has over us.

You could attack the beast directly with your fastest fighter and sharpest sword. But we know that some of the beast’s weapons are invisible, and therefore, perhaps already invincible to your strongest blade or swiftest arrow.

Corbett is probably right, even if you are able to chop its head off, the beast may grow another even worse than the one before. However, while the beast is waiting for its next incarnation, it just may be enough time “to set things right”;

II. You may be able to starve the beast, and wait until it dies (hopefully some time before you);

III. Finally, you could feed the beast what it thinks it wants, until it can eat no more. And then watch it choke and die in its own vomit and excrement, as it surely deserves. At this point, it may be the only choice left.

So regardless of your faith, remember this. We are all promised that one day there will be peace on earth even if that means there are no human left.

It may be the only way we see justice for those of us living down here in this third America, Senator Edwards.

There are three Americas, the rich, the “want-to-be-rich, and the disposable.

The rich step on the not-so-rich and the disposable, so that they can remain rich.

The want-to-be-rich step on the disposable, hoping that they some day will become the rich.

However, because of the bots, which will be able to build and repair themselves (and will have no rights or demands), soon the want-to-be-rich will become dispensable, the disposable ones. And the disposable ones will be no more.

These writings are mostly about how it “works” for the forgotten, disposable people who live here in this ‘Third America’ (where we are so damn poor we have no choice but to cut our own hair!

For more than half my life, I’ve been completely blind and partially deaf, and have a rare form of cenesthesia, and maybe one of the rarest on earth. It allows me to do all sorts of unusual things.

For example, I can now see through things, like my eye lids. I can see in complete darkness, and sometimes, I can even see things behind me. I’ll explain some of it now, and tell you more later in another chapter, if I get the chance.

I call this special ability “Extra-Ablism”, or The Curse of Sarah Rabin”. Not to say Sarah ever put a curse on me, but she planted a seed in my brain that never went away. The desire to “see”.

There are forces in this universe that have their own way of doing things that we can never understand, as mortals. Today, having “seen” what I’ve seen, I believe I have a better understanding then most about how it works. as I’ll explain.

It was my very first night in the dorm at Michigan State University. My roommates took off, so I decided to crash early, some time around ten o’clock.

This was because I had to wake up early and meet up with one of my tutors, who was going to start showing me around. Unfortunately, I ended up on the third roll-away bed, which was placed next to the door.

About an hour later I was awoken by the sound of voices coming from the hallway, just outside the door. I waited a good while, and tried to fall back asleep, but the voices got louder. Especially one of the females, named Sarah.

So I slipped my clothes back on and slowly opened the door. I recognized the male voices. It was my two roommates. There were also two girls there, I had never met.

As politely as possible, I asked them if they could keep it down a little since I had to get up real early. Before either of my roommates could answer, or offer to go out into the lobby where there were dozens of couches, one of the girls (the louder one) sarcastically asked me a rhetorical question, apparently in an effort to shame me for interrupting her. A sort of “public shaming” (similar to how KBOO Community Radio likes to do to their members, who don’t support radical feminism or the transgender movement).

“Why don’t you open your eyes?” She said.

Because of my blindness, I’ve never been able to open my eyes completely. And I was surprised by her comment, but decided to say nothing. I went back into the room and tried to fall back asleep, which took a long while, as I thought about what she said.

One of the effects of my blindness was having droopy eye lids. My grandmother always said it made me look sexy. But I suspect she was only trying to make me feel better abut going blind. But I knew right away that wasn’t the intent of Sarah’s question. As a Jewish person, I suppose she felt it necessary to shame me in front of my roommates, and apparently, make me feel guilty about asking her to be quiet. I would learn, this is a common practice in Jewish culture, shaming the goy.

Not surprisingly, I learned later that not only was she Jewish, but the daughter of a Jewish professor! And apparently was offended that some half blind guy would dare ask her to ‘quiet down’.

So maybe its a very special gift given to me from god, to help me deal with all these ignorant people, in a very, very selfish world. And that’s why I also call this special ability (Extra-Ablism), since I believe it comes from a force beyond this world, and is apparently only given to the least among us. In other words, it’s not for sale to the filthy rich who live in their gated communities up on Snobbery Hill.

Before I tell you the rest of this story, , let me add one more important detail about Sarah’s lost soul, and her decision to leave Michigan State University and apparently join the ‘Israeli Death Squads’ in their daily butchering of the innocent children of Palestine.

Later that year, we went to a dance in our dorm, together, although I don’t remember whose idea it was- When we got there, she said “Wait here a minute,” and I ignorantly agreed, being the trusting fool I was, or used to be.

For almost an hour I stood outside, since the room where the dance was held was almost completely dark and I couldn’t see a thing, and waited for her…but she never came back.

Then about a month later, she came to my dorm room and took off some of her clothes and laid down on my bed, and waited. Apparently, she felt guilty about the dance and was offering me a “pity fuck”, if I wanted it.

Not that I’m a saint, but I never took her up on the offer. And it wasn’t because I wasn’t attracted to her. Or because I was gay, as she, or perhaps some of her sexual partners, began telling some of the guys on my floor…but it was because I knew there was something wrong with her.

I figured something had happened to her, growing up in Okemos. Maybe her father, or someone else had molested her, like Stephen King’s character, Beverly Marsh? But I guessed something was wrong with Sarah and I was right.

According to a guy I began teaching bass guitar to, “Bitch Dog”, she had slept with several of the guys on my floor, and a few different guys I knew in Case Hall. He added, “I slept with her too.”

Back at the school for the blind, those who had no usable vision, or total blindness were called a “total”, or a “blink”. This wasn’t intended, nor was it ever taken, to be derogatory, it was just how we described people without vision. And I discovered that this is common at the other blind schools. The rest of us were called “high” or “low” partials.

So throughout most of my twenties, I gradually lost the rest of my vision and became a “blink”. Some days I could see shadows well enough to walk around without a white cane, if I knew where I was going. But then, on other days I could see absolutely nothing but this blurry, half-darkness. And what made it even harder, was that I never knew how much vision I would have that day, until I woke up.

Most days the blurriness would begin to clear up, once I had a little coffee. But other mornings it never did. So on the bad days, I would smoke a bowl of bud, if I had one, and go back to bed…and just skip class or work.

But then something strange started happening in my early to mid thirties. Instead of total darkness, I began to see off to one side this white light. And if I sat in a dark room and closed my eye lids completely, the light would get even brighter. And then, slowly I began to see the outline of things in the dark, with my eyes close.

By the time I turned thirty-five I could actually see better in the dark than during the day. But this didn’t make any sense.

Then shadows began to emerge from this dim light. Except unlike what happened when I was first going blind, when I would do everything to force my eyes to open wider, as Sarah suggested, eventually I discovered I could see better when my eyes were completely closed.

It started when I began to see some shadows moving in front of me. And by the time I reached forty, sometimes I could see some of the details of these shadows. But I convinced myself that it was only my brain trying to create images to compensate for my lack of vision.

One of the first things I remember seeing and thinking about (with my eyes closed) was watching the way the smoke would raise and curl off the end of a joint whenever I took a hit. I just assumed it was because of the buzz, and never thought much about it other than it was very entertaining.

But as I said, then I noticed the shadows around me were slowly becoming more clear and it had nothing to do with smoking marijuana, because it was happening almost every day, mostly at night, whether I was smoking or not.

I would clearly see something on the floor that I had just dropped, but then whack my head on something that was in the way when I reached down for what ever it was that I saw. Today, this is still a problem when I try to pick things up, despite my ever-improving “vision”, I still whack my head on the object in between.

In other words, it was as though I could see right through one object enough to clearly see the shape and position of the object below or behind it, which makes it possible to quickly pick it up. As I said, sometimes this is a real “headache”, since my brain is apparently only able to focus on the object I’m looking at.

So when I began to notice there was something very strange going on, I began testing this crazy theory in all sorts of ways — I seriously began testing my ability to see through things, including my eye lids.

As I continued experimenting I began to realize that I had been using other parts of my body, like my fingers or toes to see things around me. By moving my fingers or toes closer to, or by touching an object, I was suddenly able to clearly see the details of what I was “looking” at, and which way it was positioned.

I think this would be an easy experiment to demonstrate to an audience, because the viewer would be able to tell by the way I grab something, like a fallen lighter or fork, that I seem to know exactly which way the object is laying. Or watch me put a fork or spoon into my mouth, loaded with food, which I’m able to do without spilling anything.

Of course, this doesn’t really prove anything. So the best way to document this is by first putting on something that covers my eyes, completely. Then it would be difficult to explain if I were to describe to the viewer exactly what I’m “seeing”, and which way the object was facing, before actually picking it up.

Sometime during the 1990’s for no reason I began walking around with my finger sticking out in front of me, as though I were holding a white cane. I realize now, I was able to “see” some of what was in front of me, and was already using my first finger and some of my extra abilities, even if I didn’t know it. Maybe it was from using the white cane all the time, as an extension of my finger, and my desire to see what ever it was touching.

Today, I can “see” my fingers moving across the piano keys, or the frets of the guitar, and sometimes even see the frets or the spaces in between the keys. Even when my head is turned away, or my eyes are covered.

I can tell by how much my playing has improved lately, it really does help to “see” the keys or frets. Not to say that there aren’t lots of great blind musicians out there who don’t need any sort of “sixth sense” or extra ability to play well.

There’s no doubt, something strange has happened to my brain to help me to see, and it has absolutely nothing to do with my eyes, because I was born with a degenerative retina condition called Retinitus Pigmentosa (RP).

I was already wearing pop bottle glasses by the time I turned five and started kindergarten. Because of how fast this decease destroys the vision of young children, as opposed to those who develop the condition later in life, I have no retinas left. And there’s no evidence that retinas ever grow back.

As I mentioned above, it is not a “psychic gift” but rather what I properly call “Extra-Ablism” — or perhaps, an evolution of the human DNA, which (At this age), I would gladly share with almost any adventurous biological female under the right conditions, as long as it wasn’t in some government lab while some perverted Doctor Frankenstein was watching!

But seriously, men and women have been successfully recombining their DNA for hundreds of thousands of years, which allowed our genes to evolve and adapt to best fit the changing environment. The sudden growth in human beings over the last two or three centuries should make this obvious.

So given the rapid and unpredictable changing climate, and the massive amount of poison we are ingesting every day, maybe, who knows, a dramatic jump in the human DNA is long overdue?

Because of the daily abuse I have had to endure over the last ten years, being shot with some sort of electro magnetic weapon and coordinated harassment, which I’ll explain more later, my extra senses and abilities have apparently developed, significantly.

In actuality, this is not all that uncommon among those who are born with severe impairments and those who have been seriously traumatized during their early lives.

As a young person, I can still remember noticing I had some of these odd abilities, like being able to float above my body at will, or know what someone was thinking about, or sometimes know what was going to happen or what someone was going to say. But until now, as I’m apparently being slowly murdered by the government over the last twenty years, I rarely felt comfortable enough to talk about it with anyone.

In class, very often I would know the answer before the question was ever asked. And sometimes I would try to put the answer (my thought) in the mind of someone else, and wait for them to give the answer. It didn’t always work, but a lot of times it did.

And over the last ten years I’ve been also experimenting with controlling objects while they are in motion, like for example, grabbing things in mid-air as they are falling.

I don’t know why this happens to some people, except that it really is real. And every major government on earth knows it’s real. And I suspect there are some of us extra-able-bodied people locked away in labs and facilities that we’ll never know about.

During these experiments, often I try to pick up things as quickly as I can, at the first instant I “see” it, as fast as I can. I do this just to see if I can grab what I think I see. And usually I get it right.

Maybe that’s why two men, who claimed they were with the U.S. Marshals Office, came into my home in 2009 and probably put in a hidden camera or two, while I was being distracted. So unless they kill me first, I hope to document it for the world very soon, although I know the video proof already exists.

Before I tell you a little about the secret, let me say, a person can use anything for good or evil. It is our choice, as it was intended.

However, I have no doubt that these special abilities are a gift from god, and from the good, and not from Satan or anything that is evil or magikal, as some would like you to believe.

For the last twenty or thirty years “they” have done everything they possibly could do to make me an angry, hateful person, like I suspect they are doing to most of the shooters, who are being rolled off the shelf every week by this same Deep State government.

I can see and pick up objects with my eyes completely 100% closed. It’s not perfect vision, maybe even less than 20-200 most of the time. Although other times, it’s better than 20-20, and sometimes I seem to be able to see inside of things, like a closed kitchen drawer or cabinet.

For example, in this one experiment I do all the time, before I will open a drawer or cabinet I’ll look to see where the object I’m looking for is located. Then I’ll quickly open the drawer or cabinet, and grab it.

Sounds crazy, doesn’t it?

But I can also see through wood and other solid objects. I can also identify the shapes and the exact position of an object when it’s behind the solid barriers I am looking through. And this would be easy to prove, if I weren’t being intentionally isolated by the government scientists and their minions, posing as law enforcement.

Given the opportunity, I can absolutely prove these extra-abilities exist, although I don’t know why. Simply by placing a helmet or something else like that on my head, and then by turning on the camera, I will show you the most amazing thing you have ever “seen”.

a completely blind man who can “see” with his eyes closed. Or through solid objects. And who can also see with other parts of his body, like his hands and feet (in total darkness). No shit April Bear!

April recently did a story for the local version of “National Jewish Propaganda Radio” suggesting that the electric guitar was becoming obsolete as a musical instrument. However, as I write about in the first chapter of this book, playing the guitar successfully requires a tremendous amount of strength in your hands, wrists and fingers. Making it an instrument usually played by men. And maybe that’s the reason April was publicly demeaning the hobby…just as she and this station apparently once publicly demeaned my ability to “see” with my eyes closed, and sometimes “see” through objects.

So I predict some day soon April Bear and the liberals will deeply regret having publicly shamed me, and ridiculed my Extra-Ablism.

Edgar Cayce is the most well known case of Extra-Ablism. Thousands testified that he was able to see the future and read people’s mind, and sometimes even cure their illness with nothing more than his touch. Along with being extremely sensitive to electro magnetic fields, such as florescent lights, his life work, healing others, apparently drained him of the energy he needed to live. He died at a very early age, long before we had a chance to understand his special abilities.

There was also a man they called “Blind Tom”, and a few others who have had their stories documented.

So who knows, maybe it’s an early warning system that humans, in all our slovenliness, stop using and forgot about — Perhaps, in order to survive in an extremely hostile world we all used to be able to see through the trees and hear beyond the mountains?

In 1972, when I was ten or eleven, me and my older brother spent two days at the University of Michigan Medical Center, where they first took our blood, and then had us come back in a few weeks to undergo all sorts of these strange tests on our eyes and brain.

I don’t remember many of the dozens of experiments they did, but I do know the MK Ultra Program was in full use at the time and children with disabilities were often their unknowing victims, like the institute at Willowbrook. And it’s possible that they were already using kids like me with perhaps an earlier version of the “CRISPR/Cas 9”, what many believe is the most dangerous weapon on earth, even though it is perhaps the greatest advancement ever in the biological sciences.

So, maybe they always knew I had something unusual going on in this small area of the brain, where they know it occurs. And maybe they think or know trauma is one “good” way to activate this long lost Extra-Ablism I believe we all have tucked away in our DNA.

And maybe that’s why some mad scientist out of Chicago or California, like Joli West, with the help of the police and the FBI, is shocking and burning me every day and every night with these invisible weapons.

A few years ago Multnomah Sheriff Mike Reese, while Portland Police Cheif, boasted to the Portland City Fluoride Club that he had these new tasers that could be used by the law enforcement against a person from over thirty yards away. He went on to say something about how effective these new electro magnetic weapons were against a person hiding behind a door or wall, such as the thin aluminum wall of my RV.

After being critisized for running a police department that was considered to be completely out of control, and subsequently removed as Cheif of Police, Mike Reese went on to form a local vigilante group called the “Round Circle” (since apparently, the Ku Klux Klan was already taken).

But nature is funny that way. No matter how threatening life becomes, nature always seems to find a way to survive. Especially when a life is being put under this sort of continuous trauma. Like when a person is constantly being denied sleep, and being shocked in the head, feet, rectum and genitals over and over, while being sprayed with poisons and given hallucinogens!

When I was locked up in Bob Hermann’s dungeon in 2005 for forty-two days, with nothing to read, no way to write and no one to talk to, while people all around me were pounding and screaming 24-hours per day, it may have been the event that triggered these new changes to occur. I just hope by telling you this I don’t end up like Jack Nicholson’s character from the movie, “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” which was based on a true story about the Oregon State Hospital!

So as I said, today almost every day I’m being shocked, itched, numbed, cramped poked, stung, and burned over and over, in what Ed Anger jokingly calls the “electric bleachers”.

My scalp has been completely burnt off. And sometimes in the mornings, the bottoms of my feet are what seem like solid chunks of burnt flesh, and I can hardly walk. I’ve taken hundreds of pics of my injuries, in case anyone’s interested.

This all began after being falsely accused of a Measure Eleven crime in 2005. Then early one morning I was arrested and falsely imprisoned. In a good part of this book, I describe how I was tortured for forty two days by Washington County District Attorney Bob Hermann and Sheriff Rob Gordon, until I agreed to sign these blank pieces of paper, over and over.

As a result of one of these pieces of paper I signed, I suspect I am now literally being legally cooked alive with some sort of laser weapon, using some kind of magnetic field, by the government.

And when I showed him my injuries, my own doctor refused to treat me, suggesting that I only needed to get some “extra-strength dandruff shampoo”. Even though chunks of my scalp were literally falling on to the floor!

As I said, I am also being sprayed with some sort of poison when I’m outside. And sometimes, I’m even being spray through my windows and vents at night, when no one’s watching.

So because of this government sponsored terrorism, I have been held prisoner under the threat of domestic violence in my home for the last three and a half years, since February of 2015. They have almost killed me several times, including once when they intentionally ran me down while I was campaigning for medical marijuana, as I write about in another chapter. And the two guys who did it got no ticket or sobriety test, just a slap on the back from the Portland Police Bureau and the Mayor’s Inequity Office.

The rest of this book will tell you in no uncertain terms what and why this is happening to both me, and many Americans in Third America, where apparently completely blind people can be sexually assaulted, tortured, and slowly murdered by someone and “law enforcement” and the District Attorney and the U.S. Attorney will do absolutely nothing to help.

As these writings document, this is being done today in America to anyone who dares to question their version of the “truth.”

In this book, I describe how the government has intentionally destroyed my life, with complete malice and forethought. So I hope you will appreciate my courage and blatant honesty, as you continue to read about my own horrific story, and how I believe the American government had selected me when I was ten-years-old to participate in one of the government’s MK Ultra programs. And then set out to destroy my credibility when I first began to speak out against it — using kids with disabilities for government experimentation!