Forensics ...
In 2019 I made a very strange discovery about myself, for which there is a massive amount of evidence once you know the secret. It needs a lot of context to make any sense, but it does shed light on
many things including why my parents took this story with them to their graves.
The narrative tends to grow tentacles like an octopus like a lot of what are called "conspiracy theories" but this is personal experience, not theory. It's about my life before and after age 14 when I got rebooted after a memory wipe. My whole life after 14 was spent in amnesia for my life as a child in Dr Cameron's McGill experiments.
At 14 I was apparently at the centre of a family crisis that directly involved the psychiatrists at McGill. Even today these experiments on children are a taboo subject for which people were killed at the time and only now are a few survivors popping up with their own memories of being in the Allan as children- in a few rare cases they have been able to acquire their files but so far I have not - mine were hidden or destroyed (in 2007 at RVH I was shown the emptied folder with my name and the date 1955 when I was 4 and entered the program)...
It seems my history is also tied up with the creation of the Rolling Stones --another reason it sounds like a shaggy dog story unless you know the background. Also, contrary to what you might assume eg that I was an early little groupie answering the call of Rock and Roll, I got put into the program by my parents who couldnt see what lay ahead when they agreed. They also received money which they used to buy a house and car which at the time were necessities of life for a middle class family.
I was a tiny player, clueless pawn or bystander. This whole strange saga was due to who my parents were before and during the War and things they did when I was a child, that they never talked about because they probably found it too complicated and confusing, which it definitely was, and because they were living, rather than looking back at, these events as I am now with hindsight and much research.
When I was 12 it seems I was flown to London and spent a night at Edith Grove in Chelsea-- which was where Mick, Keith and Brian were living. At that age I was prepubescent but being tall I could pass for 16 -- so I guess jailbait is a term that could be applied but I don't think anything sexual happened. I was flown in, taken to Mary Quant's shop on the Kings Road where they bought me a baby doll outfit as it was very hot in London that day, then walked over to London School of Economics where Mick and Andrew Oldham met ahead of the launch of the Stones' new single on that day -- it seemed to be a Friday the last day of class and the Stones first NME hit parade single was launched on June 7 1963.
This is not exactly what I talked about on my 30 minute tape btw -- but this is me elaborating on a detailed Flashback I had last year that I then fact-checked and all the details do check out.. ie the temperature in London was 25c for only two days that June, coinciding with the launch of the first Stones single. I was in Grade 6 and in early June our elementary school in Laval bussed us up north to Shawbridge for a track and field meet - for which I have no ribbons or memories to show but which explains why in my flashback I land in London in dirty track clothes and a duffle bag with my running shoes etc.
The Stones were not famous in June 1963 -- they were just some guys living in a filthy flat who spent most of their time playing music-- they were starting to play in clubs and gaining a following but they were not on TV until Jimmy Savile introduced them the following year. But as of that May they did have a manager, 19 year old Andrew Loog Oldham, who launched them to stardom as the bad boys of Rock and Roll and -- weirdly-- ended up in Kamloops in 2020 teaching a course called Rock Dreams at the college where I was writer in residence in 2000-2.
Oldham was the son of an RAF pilot who was shot down over the English channel while Andrew was in the womb in 1943 which was the year my parents met in Montreal, not that there's a connection but the Air Force is central to this story -- my dad was RCAF and was a high school music teacher. My dad had an AF brother in Chicago who led choirs and trained bands for the Salvation Army, mostly in black neighborhoods. My dad knew Oscar Peterson and others in the Montréal jazz scene in the 1940s which I think made him an expert or at least go-to guy in the field of "Negro music" -- he had been a troop entertainer in BC in 1942.
My dad, by some ofaccounts an affable guy and an excellent choir master, also owed his teaching job in Montreal high schools to being an Air Force veteran. Some of his military colleagues and superiors included the founders of the Allan Memorial which opened in 1943 the year my parents met on Ste Famille Street where my mother had a rooming house. She was the daughter of a well loved Liberal politician and country doctor who was killed in a suspicious train accident in 1940.
The Allan Memorial was very much part of the war effort and Allen Dulles was instrumental in its opening as a world centre for psychological warfare programs although it was sold to Montrealers as a friendly hospital on the hill that really cared about our mental health. In fact McGill's status as a research institute from the 1930s on was heavily based on experimental psychology. I think this was due to the availability of human volunteers but that's another tentacle. Montreal became a research and planning hub for our future in Technocracy especially after the 1951 conference at the Ritz Carlton that brought together world experts in technology, medicine, Psychiatry, cybernetic, politics and military intelligence.
My dad may have attended or at least known about this world-changing event as he was a military intelligence officer teaching music at Baron Byng high school which received a lot of Bronfman money. As did the Allan Memorial just up the street. The Bronfmans in many ways are big players in this story. I have been told that as a child I was sometimes seen at the Bronfman mansion... I doubt my parents knew ...
A lot was going on in Montreal where organized crime met futuristic science.
Dr Cameron's experiments on patients repeated methods being used on POWs by the Americans and British in Germany -- and became the basis for the CIA's Kubark torture manual still in use today eg at Guantanamo.
By 1957 these McGill psychiatrists had already received negative publicity for giving sodium amytal to "1500 schizophrenic patients" at the Allan -- but Dr Cameron's vision involved developing schizophrenia as a weapon for psychological warfare.
Rock and roll was one of Dr Cameron's interests as he saw it as a vehicle for mass mind control and the Air Force was doing advanced research in electronic technology in Canada and elsewhere eg London UK where EMI studios used this technology to record new bands like the Beatles at the forefront of a youth revolution that was being channeled into music and fashion.
My mother had to be aware and in on the plan to send me to London in 1963 -- my father meanwhile was a day patient at the Allan although both my parents pretended he was still teaching high school so my brother and I would not know he had been destroyed by Dr Cameron's treatments over the previous Christmas. It is amazing what we didn't know at age 12 because we weren't told, and how hard our family worked at being normal.
We were in financial straits or anyway reduced circumstances and my dad was about to take early retirement at the end of June. Our whole family were being controlled by Dr Cameron and his RAF colleague Dr Peter Roper -- part of a criminal gang of highly respected psychiatrists and neuroscientists who had carte blanche in ruining lives. All these doctors were in the Air Force and also high level Freemasons- these are just facts, not a theory.
Since my dad was now disabled, and I was approaching adolescence, I believe I got recruited for a career in fashion on the fringes of the scene that was forming over in London that two years later would become the British Invasion... but two years later with Dr Cameron's departure from McGill under a cloud of disgrace (soon after JFK was assassinated) when the Rolling Stones launched their first big North American tour IN MONTREAL in April 1965... and Mick came to our house on my mother's invitation.
He knew my mother through a network of contacts he had made at McGill beginning at age 13 when his first summer job brought him to Montreal... she invited him to visit me as a followup to my trip to London two years earlier. In our basement during our chat he told me he had come to ask for my hand in marriage.
He was already living with Chrissy Shrimpton in London but I don't think my mother knew that, or she didn't know I knew. Over that winter at Baron Byng High School where I was now in Grade 8 I had been imbibing truth from teen magazines stashed in my friends' lockers ...
Having Mick in our family basement must have been an even bigger shock to me than waking up at Edith Grove at age 12.
I think my breakdown was the result of extreme cognitive dissonance. I think after he left my distraught mother must have called Dr Roper, who was the conduit with the British entertainment world...
It became necessary to wipe my memory so that for the next 55 years I would not remember knowing Mick Jagger despite repeated close encounters over a lifetime...
......
Well, that's part of it...
The narrative tends to grow tentacles like an octopus like a lot of what are called "conspiracy theories" but this is personal experience, not theory. It's about my life before and after age 14 when I got rebooted after a memory wipe. My whole life after 14 was spent in amnesia for my life as a child in Dr Cameron's McGill experiments.
At 14 I was apparently at the centre of a family crisis that directly involved the psychiatrists at McGill. Even today these experiments on children are a taboo subject for which people were killed at the time and only now are a few survivors popping up with their own memories of being in the Allan as children- in a few rare cases they have been able to acquire their files but so far I have not - mine were hidden or destroyed (in 2007 at RVH I was shown the emptied folder with my name and the date 1955 when I was 4 and entered the program)...
It seems my history is also tied up with the creation of the Rolling Stones --another reason it sounds like a shaggy dog story unless you know the background. Also, contrary to what you might assume eg that I was an early little groupie answering the call of Rock and Roll, I got put into the program by my parents who couldnt see what lay ahead when they agreed. They also received money which they used to buy a house and car which at the time were necessities of life for a middle class family.
I was a tiny player, clueless pawn or bystander. This whole strange saga was due to who my parents were before and during the War and things they did when I was a child, that they never talked about because they probably found it too complicated and confusing, which it definitely was, and because they were living, rather than looking back at, these events as I am now with hindsight and much research.
When I was 12 it seems I was flown to London and spent a night at Edith Grove in Chelsea-- which was where Mick, Keith and Brian were living. At that age I was prepubescent but being tall I could pass for 16 -- so I guess jailbait is a term that could be applied but I don't think anything sexual happened. I was flown in, taken to Mary Quant's shop on the Kings Road where they bought me a baby doll outfit as it was very hot in London that day, then walked over to London School of Economics where Mick and Andrew Oldham met ahead of the launch of the Stones' new single on that day -- it seemed to be a Friday the last day of class and the Stones first NME hit parade single was launched on June 7 1963.
This is not exactly what I talked about on my 30 minute tape btw -- but this is me elaborating on a detailed Flashback I had last year that I then fact-checked and all the details do check out.. ie the temperature in London was 25c for only two days that June, coinciding with the launch of the first Stones single. I was in Grade 6 and in early June our elementary school in Laval bussed us up north to Shawbridge for a track and field meet - for which I have no ribbons or memories to show but which explains why in my flashback I land in London in dirty track clothes and a duffle bag with my running shoes etc.
The Stones were not famous in June 1963 -- they were just some guys living in a filthy flat who spent most of their time playing music-- they were starting to play in clubs and gaining a following but they were not on TV until Jimmy Savile introduced them the following year. But as of that May they did have a manager, 19 year old Andrew Loog Oldham, who launched them to stardom as the bad boys of Rock and Roll and -- weirdly-- ended up in Kamloops in 2020 teaching a course called Rock Dreams at the college where I was writer in residence in 2000-2.
Oldham was the son of an RAF pilot who was shot down over the English channel while Andrew was in the womb in 1943 which was the year my parents met in Montreal, not that there's a connection but the Air Force is central to this story -- my dad was RCAF and was a high school music teacher. My dad had an AF brother in Chicago who led choirs and trained bands for the Salvation Army, mostly in black neighborhoods. My dad knew Oscar Peterson and others in the Montréal jazz scene in the 1940s which I think made him an expert or at least go-to guy in the field of "Negro music" -- he had been a troop entertainer in BC in 1942.
My dad, by some ofaccounts an affable guy and an excellent choir master, also owed his teaching job in Montreal high schools to being an Air Force veteran. Some of his military colleagues and superiors included the founders of the Allan Memorial which opened in 1943 the year my parents met on Ste Famille Street where my mother had a rooming house. She was the daughter of a well loved Liberal politician and country doctor who was killed in a suspicious train accident in 1940.
The Allan Memorial was very much part of the war effort and Allen Dulles was instrumental in its opening as a world centre for psychological warfare programs although it was sold to Montrealers as a friendly hospital on the hill that really cared about our mental health. In fact McGill's status as a research institute from the 1930s on was heavily based on experimental psychology. I think this was due to the availability of human volunteers but that's another tentacle. Montreal became a research and planning hub for our future in Technocracy especially after the 1951 conference at the Ritz Carlton that brought together world experts in technology, medicine, Psychiatry, cybernetic, politics and military intelligence.
My dad may have attended or at least known about this world-changing event as he was a military intelligence officer teaching music at Baron Byng high school which received a lot of Bronfman money. As did the Allan Memorial just up the street. The Bronfmans in many ways are big players in this story. I have been told that as a child I was sometimes seen at the Bronfman mansion... I doubt my parents knew ...
A lot was going on in Montreal where organized crime met futuristic science.
Dr Cameron's experiments on patients repeated methods being used on POWs by the Americans and British in Germany -- and became the basis for the CIA's Kubark torture manual still in use today eg at Guantanamo.
By 1957 these McGill psychiatrists had already received negative publicity for giving sodium amytal to "1500 schizophrenic patients" at the Allan -- but Dr Cameron's vision involved developing schizophrenia as a weapon for psychological warfare.
Rock and roll was one of Dr Cameron's interests as he saw it as a vehicle for mass mind control and the Air Force was doing advanced research in electronic technology in Canada and elsewhere eg London UK where EMI studios used this technology to record new bands like the Beatles at the forefront of a youth revolution that was being channeled into music and fashion.
My mother had to be aware and in on the plan to send me to London in 1963 -- my father meanwhile was a day patient at the Allan although both my parents pretended he was still teaching high school so my brother and I would not know he had been destroyed by Dr Cameron's treatments over the previous Christmas. It is amazing what we didn't know at age 12 because we weren't told, and how hard our family worked at being normal.
We were in financial straits or anyway reduced circumstances and my dad was about to take early retirement at the end of June. Our whole family were being controlled by Dr Cameron and his RAF colleague Dr Peter Roper -- part of a criminal gang of highly respected psychiatrists and neuroscientists who had carte blanche in ruining lives. All these doctors were in the Air Force and also high level Freemasons- these are just facts, not a theory.
Since my dad was now disabled, and I was approaching adolescence, I believe I got recruited for a career in fashion on the fringes of the scene that was forming over in London that two years later would become the British Invasion... but two years later with Dr Cameron's departure from McGill under a cloud of disgrace (soon after JFK was assassinated) when the Rolling Stones launched their first big North American tour IN MONTREAL in April 1965... and Mick came to our house on my mother's invitation.
He knew my mother through a network of contacts he had made at McGill beginning at age 13 when his first summer job brought him to Montreal... she invited him to visit me as a followup to my trip to London two years earlier. In our basement during our chat he told me he had come to ask for my hand in marriage.
He was already living with Chrissy Shrimpton in London but I don't think my mother knew that, or she didn't know I knew. Over that winter at Baron Byng High School where I was now in Grade 8 I had been imbibing truth from teen magazines stashed in my friends' lockers ...
Having Mick in our family basement must have been an even bigger shock to me than waking up at Edith Grove at age 12.
I think my breakdown was the result of extreme cognitive dissonance. I think after he left my distraught mother must have called Dr Roper, who was the conduit with the British entertainment world...
It became necessary to wipe my memory so that for the next 55 years I would not remember knowing Mick Jagger despite repeated close encounters over a lifetime...
......
Well, that's part of it...
.......
Priscilla Presley was also the daughter of a downed RAF pilot -- b. 1944 and introduced to Elvis in Germany in 1958 at age 14... Her mother had remarried a French Canadian from Maine in 1948 so Priscilla Wagner became Priscilla Beaulieu. You would almost say there was a society for RAF orphans that hooked them up with pop stars.
Bill Wyman (also RAF) started dating Mandy Smith when she was 14 although that's not quite the same ...
14 seems to be the magic age.
The daughter of a US recording executive told me when she was 14 the new lead singer for Black Sabbath showed up at her house in Enid OK and said "I have come to ask for your hand in marriage." Ronnie James Dio was 40 at the time and courted her for a few years before she turned him down or he gave up.
....
You might believe you have survived a situation only to discover years later that you were unaware of the true extent and nature of what happened or the results over a lifetime. Things you didn't realize were connected, in fact were caused by the original abuses that went undetected. Some of this was due to shock and the human response to shock e.g. denial and amnesia.
And then in the case of many families you had real trauma resulting in all kinds of behavior including avoidance, blaming the victims, Stockholm Syndrome etc or belief in medical or scientific authority when in fact that authority was corrupt and guilty of creating the trauma...
And on and on... often compounding the trauma because humans tend to repeat their mistakes even while trying to cover them up.
So not only did my parents unwisely put me in a program that promised future rewards and even delivered on some of them - but when they finally realized it was not what they were told and the doctors in charge were really in cahoots with organized crime and a system of mind control that originated in a very dark part of human history ... When they found out they had made a disastrous mistake, my parents agreed to a 'solution' provided by the same doctors who has been programming me (and other children) from age 4 -- they agreed to let them erase my memories which they did using electroshock, drugs and hypnosis.
These were the very same psychiatrists by the way - Drs Cameron and Lewis- who has programmed Rudolph Hess to stand trial at Nuremberg in 1945 and were now creating little Manchurian candidates at the Allan Memorial - some of whom went on to have careers as entertainers and in media, politics etc. while others ended up with shattered lives and souls...
But at the moment I'm mainly concerned with trying to tell this story and in the process save some of my relationships -- by making it clear this really happened and the Rolling Stones are part of it and their music (like the music of Leonard Cohen) comes out of that world of trauma-based mind control and Double Bind that the Nazis and others applied to their human slave victims....
That's the world we now live in and the next phase is even worse ... the world of artificial intelligence and pharmaceutical dictatorship
We have a choice to keep forgetting or put our lives back together...
Priscilla Presley was also the daughter of a downed RAF pilot -- b. 1944 and introduced to Elvis in Germany in 1958 at age 14... Her mother had remarried a French Canadian from Maine in 1948 so Priscilla Wagner became Priscilla Beaulieu. You would almost say there was a society for RAF orphans that hooked them up with pop stars.
Bill Wyman (also RAF) started dating Mandy Smith when she was 14 although that's not quite the same ...
14 seems to be the magic age.
The daughter of a US recording executive told me when she was 14 the new lead singer for Black Sabbath showed up at her house in Enid OK and said "I have come to ask for your hand in marriage." Ronnie James Dio was 40 at the time and courted her for a few years before she turned him down or he gave up.
....
You might believe you have survived a situation only to discover years later that you were unaware of the true extent and nature of what happened or the results over a lifetime. Things you didn't realize were connected, in fact were caused by the original abuses that went undetected. Some of this was due to shock and the human response to shock e.g. denial and amnesia.
And then in the case of many families you had real trauma resulting in all kinds of behavior including avoidance, blaming the victims, Stockholm Syndrome etc or belief in medical or scientific authority when in fact that authority was corrupt and guilty of creating the trauma...
And on and on... often compounding the trauma because humans tend to repeat their mistakes even while trying to cover them up.
So not only did my parents unwisely put me in a program that promised future rewards and even delivered on some of them - but when they finally realized it was not what they were told and the doctors in charge were really in cahoots with organized crime and a system of mind control that originated in a very dark part of human history ... When they found out they had made a disastrous mistake, my parents agreed to a 'solution' provided by the same doctors who has been programming me (and other children) from age 4 -- they agreed to let them erase my memories which they did using electroshock, drugs and hypnosis.
These were the very same psychiatrists by the way - Drs Cameron and Lewis- who has programmed Rudolph Hess to stand trial at Nuremberg in 1945 and were now creating little Manchurian candidates at the Allan Memorial - some of whom went on to have careers as entertainers and in media, politics etc. while others ended up with shattered lives and souls...
But at the moment I'm mainly concerned with trying to tell this story and in the process save some of my relationships -- by making it clear this really happened and the Rolling Stones are part of it and their music (like the music of Leonard Cohen) comes out of that world of trauma-based mind control and Double Bind that the Nazis and others applied to their human slave victims....
That's the world we now live in and the next phase is even worse ... the world of artificial intelligence and pharmaceutical dictatorship
We have a choice to keep forgetting or put our lives back together...
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