“3 Americas:Introduction: The Slow Making Of a Super Soldier?” (autobiography)

“It is said,
In the end the blind will see,
And then, what will be will be,
Said the one, of the three.

And then, they ask,
What say you other two,
And they answer,
I think you always knew.

So when it’s over,
When it’s all done.
When the last fire burns away,
Then at last, we’ll know who one!

Then perhaps,
It will be like times of old.
Where no one’s bought,
And nothing’s ever 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 honors the other’s space.
And creates only what they need,
Without poison or waste.

But there I go again,
Dreaming of this other place.
Where there are no earthly judges,
And only one human race–”
From the poem “3 Americas” by DR Wolfe, Founder of the Bibertarian-Socialist Party}

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(Last updated: August 31, 2019)
3 Americas: Introduction: The Slow Making Of a Super Soldier
by DR Wolfe

{Includes some strong language}

In 1972, when I was twelve-years-old, based on a recommendation from the University of Michigan’s Medical Center, I was enrolled in the residential school for the blind located in Lansing, Michigan. And, along with several other blind and partially blind kids, I became part of the government’s MK Ultra Program.

Unlike most of the other kids on the floor, I was put in a room by myself. My room was at the end of the hallway, the room closest to the back stairwell, probably to not make it so obvious. Apparently, one night while I was sleeping some sort of synthetic helmet was applied to my scalp, and grew into my skull cap.

To the best of my understanding, the material they are using to create these helmets is maintained by some sort of artificial insect developed by the University of Michigan called an aneroid parasite. The skin-like cap apparently has the ability to monitor the brain waves, and it apparently has the ability to control my thoughts, emotions and behaviors.

Over the last forty-five years the artificial scalp has grown with my head, and I had no idea that it was even there…until recently. However, as anyone can see from my most recent photograph, over the last six to eight years my head has shrunk by more than an inch all the way around. The fact that my head has shrunk is scientifically undisputable. The pictures don’t lie!

Almost every night since moving into the “Southgate Death Camp” in southeast “Rotland”, I have been shocked over and over, probably 500,00 times. I’m also constantly being sprayed with some sort of poison while I sit at my computer, or when ever I go outside. And maybe this is why the artificial scalp began to peal away about eight years ago. Despite dozens and dozens of letters to both the government and the media, no one will investigate, not even the police or the F.B.I. And many of these nightly assaults are being intentionally directed at my genitals and rectum, often causing me to scream.

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, have significantly improved. As I’ll explain, I have conducted thousands of experiments.

I suspect, along with some other blind kids, the government under J. Edgar Hoover and Richard Helms began experimenting on us to determine how to make it possible for human beings (and perhaps future soldiers) to see with their eyes completely closed. I believe this was one of the themes in the original version of “Eyes Wide Shut”, (before the director was apparently murdered by the Deep State).

And I also believe the lives of thousands of American children have been, and are being, intentionally sacrificed by our government and scientists for some “greater good”, just as the victims of 9-11 were murdered to promote a greater control over the population.

So you know, the experiment was mostly successful. if a room is fairly dark, I can clearly see most of the things around me. And it seems to work best when my eyes are completely closed. I also have some other special abilities that have either develop in recent years, or that have strengthened over the last twenty or thirty years.

What ever they, or God, did to me I can promise you that at certain times, under certain circumstances, I can “see” again!

Lastly, I also believe that some of these special abilities may partly be a gift I (and some of my relatives) inherited from my great grandmother Nellie O’Boyle (who apparently loved to do the jig). As you may know, it has long been said that some Irish have mystical powers, and apparently Nellie O’Boyle was one of those.

I don’t know why this happened to me, so you can believe it or not. But here’s my story–

“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 happen to you; the shrinking rations will slowly dwindle away, as the beast grows stronger–

If you choose to not be a slave, 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 four 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 you.

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

III. 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, and even if you are able to chop its head off, the beast may very likely grow back another head even worse than the one before. However, while the beast is waiting for its next incarnation, it just may be all the time we need — “to set things right”–

IV. Or lastly, you could over feed the beast what it wants most, 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 we have 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 humans among the survivors).

And it may very well be the only way there will ever be justice for those of us living down here in this third America, Senator Edwards.

There are three Americas, the rich, the “not-so-rich”, and the disposable. The rich step on the not-so-rich and the disposable, so that they can remain rich. And the not-so-rich step on the disposable, hoping that they will become the rich.

However, because of the bots, which will build and repair themselves (and will have no rights or demands), soon the not-so-rich will become the dispensable, disposable ones.

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 this special ability “Extra-Ablism “The Curse of Sarah Rabin”, and here’s why.

But before I explain why, let me make sure the reader knows I did not mean “from Sarah Rabin”, since that’s not what I mean. But I know now there are forces in our muniverse that have their own way of doing things. And I only have a vague understanding of how that works. But maybe more than most, 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 crashed 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 bed, which was located 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 even 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 and two girls, 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.

“Why don’t you open your eyes?” I was surprised by her overt rudeness, but decided to say nothing. I went back into the room and tried to fall back asleep.

One of the effects of my blindness was having droopy eye lids. My grandmother always said it made me look sexy. But she may only have been trying to make me feel better abut going blind. But I knew right away that wasn’t Sarah’s intent.

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 sick people, in a very, very sick 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, as I’ll explain–

Before I do, 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 Squards’ 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 used to be–

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

Then about a month later, she came to my dorm room and took off some of her clothes and laid on my bed. It was obvious, she was offering me a “pity screw”, if I wanted it. Not that I haven’t done something like that before, I never took it from Sarah. And it wasn’t because I wasn’t attracted to her. Or because was gay, as she, or some of her partners, began telling people…but it was because I knew there was something very wrong with her.

As I write in another chapter about Stephen King’s character, Beverly Marsh, from the best seller “It”, even back then I had a feeling Sarah had also been sexually abused as a young person. Everyone knew she had slept with half of the guys on our floor, and maybe even 1/3 of the guys in Case Hall, according to a friend who said he had also slept with her.

I’m not claiming I was any kind of a virtuous saint, but I suppose (somewhere in the back of my mind) I didn’t want to be one of them, and take advantage of her obvious “pain”–

It was a couple years later, During most of my twenties when I first actually began to experience ‘total blindness’, and became a “total”, as we at the blind school called those who had no usable vision. As I wrote about in one of these chapters, the rest of us were known as “partials”.

So throughout most of my twenties, I gradual lost the rest of my vision. 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 the next 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 late twenties and early thirties. Instead of total darkness, I began to see this white light. And if I sat in a dark room and closed my eye lids completely, the light would get even brighter. And slowly I began to see in the dark, with my eyes close. By the time I turned thirty I could see better in the dark.!

Shadows began to emerge from the bright light. Except unlike what happened when I was first going blind, during my teenage years when I would do everything to force my eyes to open wider, my eye lids were usually completely closed.

It started when I began to see some shadows moving in front of me. And sometimes I could even see things that were behind me.

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 smoked weed. I just assumed it was because of the buzz, and never thought much about it other than it was very entertaining.

But then I noticed, the shadows were becoming even more clear and it had nothing to do with smoking marijuana, because it was happening almost every day, whether I was smoking or not.

Sometimes, I would see something on the floor I dropped, but then whack my head on something that was in the way when I would reach for what ever I dropped.

In other words, it was as though I could see through one object enough to clearly see the shape and position of the object below or behind it, and 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 for- I will explain this better, when I describe to you in detail one of the daily experiments I’ve been conducting.

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 could also use 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 it, and which way it was positioned.

I think this would be an easy experiment to demonstrate to you, because you can see by the way I grab something, like a lighter or fork, that I know which way it’s facing. Of course, the better way to prove this is by first describing to you exactly what I’m “seeing” before I actually pick it up.

Sometime during the 1990’s for no reason I began walking around with my finger sticking out in front of me. I realize now, I was able to “see” some of what was in front of me, and was already using some of my extra abilities, even if I didn’t know it.

And today, I can “see” my fingers moving over the piano or guitar and clearly see the frets of the guitar or the spaces in between the keys, even if my head is facing the other way. I can tell by how much my playing has improved, it really does help. Not to say that there aren’t lots of great blind musicians out there who don’t need any sort of “sixth sense” 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. I was wearing pop bottle glasses when I was four. Because of how fast this decease destroys the vision of young children, as opposed to those who develop the condition later in life, I can easily prove I have no retinas left! And while this may soon change, there’s no evidence that retinas can ever grow back on their own…

So I’m hoping maybe I can find someone credible who will come over and film it for you, like Professor Anthony Hall, temporarily on leave from the truth-telling False Flag [award winning] Weekly News program (which is apparently too dangerous to be played on any American cable system). Of course, after Tony came to Oregoon and filmed the scene where Robert Lavoy Finicum was ambushed and executed by local, state and federal law enforcement, after they began shocking his fingers (causing him to quickly rub his hands), The International Jewish crime syndicate came after Professor Hall . The Canadian branch of the international Jewish mob (B’nai B’riff) arranged to have him unfairly suspended from his teaching position at the University of Lethbridge without pay or due process for nothing more than co-producing False Flag Weekly News, one of the very few reliable sources left in America where you can still find the real news.

So let me begin this story by telling you a little more about these unusual abilities and a few of the thousands and thousands of experiments I’ve been doing–

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

Because of the daily abuse I have had to endure over the last several years, and decades of some sort of coordinated harassment, which I’ll explain more later, my extra senses and abilities have apparently developed more than most. 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, I rarely talked 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 sometimes it did.

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 locked away in labs and facilities that you’ll never know about.

While it may not be 100% reliable, or accurate, or predictable, my results prove absolutely it is not chance or dumb luck that I can pick up things with my eyes completely closed. I can definitely see the outline of these objects with my eye lids closed, and very often I can catch things as they are falling.

During these experiments, often I try to pick up things as quickly as I can, at the first instant I “see” it. 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 in here in 2009 and I suspect put in a hidden camera, 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 now that these special abilities are a gift from god, and from the good, and not from Satan or anything that is evil or magical, as some would like you to believe.

For the last ten years I have been shocked every day, as much as fifty or one hundred times per day, mostly at night. the police and FBI will do nothing to help, other than to offer to commit me to some mental hospital (where they can get another fake FMRI and say I’m not blind). 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 being rolled off the shelf every week by this same shadow government.

So like I said, the government already knows this, but 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, before I will open a drawer I’ll look to see where the object that I’m looking for is located. Then I’ll quickly open the drawer and grab the object. Despite that there are dozens of things scattered inside the drawer, yet I am almost always able to see the outline of the object I’m looking for first, then open the drawer 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 trolls–

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 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 absolute 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 why April is publicly demeaning the hobby…just as she and this station apparently once publicly demeaned my ability to see through objects — they publicly ridiculed my Extra-Abilism.

Just like what Mike Bear (from the school for the blind) saw thirty-five years ago, April Bear isn’t aloud to talk about this (if she wants to keep her “job”), but April the truth is, that apparently, everyone wants to own a part of this secret–

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 1970 or 1971, 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 brain and eyes. 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 Willowbrook. And it’s possible that they were already using kids like me with an earlier version of the “CRISPR/Cas 9” — both the most dangerous weapon on earth and the greatest advancement ever in the biological sciences!

And it would explain what’s been happening to me. I know I always had some unusual abilities, but now I’ve experienced things that I can’t let myself think about, since just thinking about something means they are listening to my thoughts…

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 ablism I believe we all have tucked away in our DNA.

And maybe that’s why some mad scientist out of Chicago or California, with the help of the police and the F.B.I. is shocking and burning me every day and every night with these new weapons. A few years ago Multnomah Sheriff Mike Reese boasted to the Portland City Fluoride Club that he had these new tasers that could be used by the police 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.

But nature is funny that way. No matter how threatening life becomes, nature always seems to try 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!

When I was locked up in Bob Hermann’s dungeon in 2005 for eleven 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 and burned over and over in what “they” humorously call “the electric bleachers”. My scalp has been completely burnt off, and the bottoms of my feet are solid chunks of burnt flesh.

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 this book I describe how I was tortured for forty two days by Washington County District Attorney Bob Hermann and Sheriff Rob Gordon.

As a result, I am now literally being cooked alive with some sort of laser weapon, using some kind of magnetic field, and even my own doctor refused to treat my injuries, suggesting that In only needed to get some “dandruff shampoo”!

I am also being sprayed with some kind of poison when I’m outside, and sometimes they even spray me 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 violence in my home for the last three and a half years, since January of 2015. They have almost killed me several times, including once when they intentionally ran me down while I was campaigning, as I write about in another chapter. But let me say here, the two guys who did it got no ticket or sobriety test, just a pat on the back from the Portland Police Bureau and the Mayor’s “Equity” 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, where apparently completely blind people can be sexually assaulted, tortured, and slowly murdered by someone and “law enforcement” and district attorney sits around and does absolutely nothing to help. As these writings prove, this is being done to those of us who would dare question their version of the truth, according to the fascists from both the left and right.

I describe how the government has intentionally destroyed my life, with complete malice, in the following chapters. 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 selected me when I was ten-years-old for the MK Ultra program. And then set out to destroy my credibility when I first began to speak out against it — using kids with disabilities for government experimentation!

“It’s really a waste of time,
To be the syllablistic kind.
Instead, imagine you were blind,
And carefully listen for the sign,

And if you listen close enough,
This is what you’ll find,
You will soon learn to hear,
The emotions of the mind–”
[From the poem “Emotions”, by DR Wolfe 2018]

1. If you don’t already have one, get a stereo or audio device with two headphone jacks. You can also use a stereo splitter jack, as long as it allows you to hook up two headphones to the same sound system and listen in stereo;

2. Find a recording that is intended to expand or relax the mind. There are probably hundreds of thousands of these recordings available online;

3. Find something comfortable to cover your eyes with so that you are unable to see anything at all;

4. Get two comfortable chairs and make it so they are facing each other, about five feet apart;

5. You, along with the person you are the closest to, sit in each of the chairs and turn off the lights. After putting on the headphones, turn on the sound system and cover your eyes…and say nothing aloud until the experiment is over. You could use ear plugs instead, as long as you are not being distracted by any outside noise during the experiment;

6. While each of you allow your minds to drift away, try also to listen (or feel) the emotions of the person sitting across from you.

7. Practice this twenty minutes each time, as often as you can, although not more than once a day. But do it at least a few times a week. And after a few weeks see if you notice a higher level of communication beginning to develop between you and the other person. Each of you should keep a personal diary and record your experiences or observations, including anything you may have noticed during the experiment itself, and anything unusual that happens later in the week (regardless of whether or not the two of you are together at the time).

Then have a third person, hopefully with some analytic skills, compare your comments without telling either of you the results until a pre-arranged period of time has passed.

Best wishes,
DR Wolfe