An Outlandish Journey

  A day in the life of a high school girl in 1965 when the Rolling Stones come to town Home for Easter vacation Months of hysterical buildup to the show but Anne is not going She's home with her mother practicing Russian when a station wagon pulls up outside and a young man gets out. Her mother tells her to let him in. The two of them go down to the basement and chat He asks for her hand in marriage.She laughs.He leaves in a hurry. The rear view mirror shatters Her mother cries. Annie runs to her room. Her mother phones Dr Roper ... That night the Stones play the arena. Annie goes to the hospital for treatment - they wipe her memory Behind the hospital, unmarked graves of children lie in the moonlight

It was the 80th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. I was traveling under two names- thats what tipped them off. I wasn't trying to trick people. Ann Diamond was the name I wrote under. Anne McLean was my real name. It never occurred to me that this was a problem. I never concealed the fact that Ann Diamond was just a pseudonym.  I phoned Basil's Bar on Mustique thinking I would leave a message for Mick Jagger, not expecting he would ever get it. It was one of those snap decisions: to let him know I was coming to his island. In case he was really there, which I doubted. So why not just leave a message which likely would never reach him, and which he could just ignore, having never heard of me in his life before. Meanwhile I would have done my best to fulfil my mission. It made perfect sense since my mission  was to bring him a message from a deceased Tibetan lama - oh never mind.   Finding a pay phone near the beach in the dark , dialing the number - that part was easy.

  For the past 3 years I have been piecing together what happened to me as a child I was not placed in a box and buried in an unmarked grave but my memory was deleted This means I missed the love of my life This makes me act and feel like a narcissist But when you're the victim of a crime you have to focus on what happened to you in the first place The truth matters I can trace it back now to our first meetings I can now recollect a trail of events, a chain of cause and effect Beginning in early childhood when I was taken to hospital and put in an LSD experiment at age 4 then bought for experimentation by Dr Cameron at McGill Every step of the way they drugged or shocked me so I would not know what was happening or remember details  They erased my trail of breadcrumbs with drugs like: Ether LSD And likely electroshock At my first party I met Mike who protected me from the older boys To my mother it appeared he loved me but I was a child and they gave us candies and Koo

  Long ago and far away before rock and roll a boy came to Canada from an Air Force Base in England and this is not mentioned in the biographies. It was 1956 and he was 13 and came to Montreal that summer on a hot day in early August to attend a children's party that would change the world. In 1959 he got his first British passport with photo showing him at 15 or 16 sporting Tommy Steele hair, which would have allowed him to come to Toronto, an aspiring young Elvis but not yet in a band. Long ago and far away before there was a British invasion I met young Mike Jagger when he came to Montreal and Toronto. And if this happened and it altered the course of my life, it also altered life for a whole generation.  This scrap of memory sheds light on an early period of Jagger's life that no one has written about before.  It also explains how we got caught in the machinery of MKULTRA mind control. My story doesn't end in childhood. It picks up again with the Voodoo Lounge tour w

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  Dear Ann, I've heard a more recent podcast by you talking about your family. Here's the quote: "The connections are all there, if people want to find them, you know. I can just talk & talk, um, you know. And I'm not going to get into the rock star (laughs) aspect of it, but that's part of it.  And my father was a musician and he was a music teacher in Montreal and he knew people in the jazz scene. He knew Oscar Peterson, and so on. He knew Maynard Fergusson early, people in the jazz scene. He also had a brother who worked in Chicago in & Detroit with black entertainers. So my family were positioned to be part of the music (um, ah) arm, (laughs) the musical arm.  And there were rock stars being programmed at McGill when I was there. And it's just part of our, you know, our youth rebellion. Psychedelic culture was a controlled, in many ways, a controlled military program and kids were flown around. Kids who were chosen, for example, in the UK could be f

Tonight is the last concert of the Stones' 60th anniversary tour in Berlin. I won't be there. I'm still in Devon. Of course I have deep regrets about all this. I found out too late to change the course of events.  Next time I'll just say Yes.  

 This is not about unrequited love for a rock star.  Most people have no idea how things changed in the 1960s with Britain becoming the fashion and music center of the universe. Ten years earlier the Brits were our poor cousins - dreaming of emigrating to the promised land of Canada. I knew Mick in childhood when he came over long before there was a band called The Rolling Stones. Our meeting coincided with a program which was being run out of the Tavistock Institute in London with a satellite hub at McGill University in Montreal. In those days Montreal was still the Paris of North America not the backwater it later became. This is about Mick's unwitting role in what happened to me without my consent or knowledge, and the impact on my family and my life of having known him. We can't predict the outcomes of our own actions especially when we're denied basic information. My mother's hidden role behind the scenes and her earnest effort to create a happy life for me drastic