Lord of the Files

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A Malignant Narcissist writes: Heads up. The Montreal Experiments fraudster MKultra Ann Diamond claims she's writing a book about Allan memorial survivor stories [false. I am collecting interviews for an oral history project. Not writing a book.]

Her last completed writing project in 2015 is a smear campaign against Leonard Cohen, someone she claims was a victim of the Allan memorial [Leonard told people he was in the Allan, and my last book is an updated edition of The Man Next Door].

She has defrauded supporters for money for numerous bogus projects. [false. What bogus projects? Where are these supporters I have defrauded?]

Last year she defrauded almost $2,000 using GoFundMe claiming she was writing about her relationship with Mick Jagger she claims came to her door when she was a child in Montreal and asked her to marry him. This isn't fiction she actually believes it. Nothing came of it, just like her Netflix documentary, her play, her screen play and many other unwritten books. [I have raised ~$3765 on GoFundMe and the screenwriting project is well on its way. I also have written it out as a non-fiction novel -- see excerpts below on this blog]

Now she's victimizing the victims of Allen Memorial. [I'm interviewing survivors who have important stories to share. They own all rights to their work.]

Protect your story, protect your family. Leonard Cohen described her as a violent dangerous psychopath. I agree. [Yeah, well -- Leonard does not agree.] https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1C6m5eqvhJ/

Help is available for obsessive, delusional, disordered thinking or when you're stuck in a mental rut that just leads to a diagnosis that will hamper your ability to live a productive life and WRITE YOUR OWN BOOK, YOU ENVIOUS P.O.S.

Sam Vaknin is a popular psychologist who talks about malignant narcissism.

Sam Vaknin describes a relationship with the malignant narcissist as a program that is installed in the victim as an internal structure that governs their lives, emotions, reactions, behaviors -- basically a false system replaces the one they had at birth, which connects them to the narcissist.

This resonated with me in trying to remember what happened to me at age 12 when I was put on a plane and sent to London to meet my designated sweetie/:future husband, a relationship that was installed in me at McGill in a Masonic ritual (Isis/Osiris or Isis/Horus).

I am not saying MJ is a narcissistic structure although he likely was encouraged in that direction and played the role to its absolute summit. In another lifetime when we were connected he was a Pharoah. What else is a rock star if not a Babylonian god or Egyptian god/king? Rock and roll is the musical wrecking crew that is now dismantling this ancient system. And what causes fans to worship such entities if not centuries of internal programming?

Narcissism is idolatry, fans are worshippers who have had this programming installed in them from childhood-- and as a child i was programmed by British psychiatrists to marry a future rock star who would replace monarchy as the focus for a new subservient population.

"My Fair Lady" programming was used on my mother to get her to imagine my future life in a mythical High Society that ruled the waves. In the movie, Elizabeth Doolittle is a Cockney beggar who gets sponsored by the haughty egocentric narcissist Professor Higgins -- she suppresses her accent to ascend in the cynical upper class fairytale world he represents.

But landing at Edith Grove like a Rag Doll was a shock awakening and turning point for my 12 year old self.

I could have survived and come home remembering my wonderful weekend away in London and looking forward to my next encounter with the majestic MJ.

But instead I crashed and burned. Failure and rejection triggered a transformation.

I lost everything but I won myself back.

I was no longer "in love" -- what they had designed wasnt true love but enslavement. Instead I discovered my heart of stone. My inner core that could not be changed or programmed. I went home, hit bottom, learned a valuable lesson.

The following year I rebuilt my inner structures around models of Joan of Arc and Catherine the Great. At school I borrowed but neglected to read the novel Trilby -- my soul refused to be rehypnotized.

And when Mick showed up at our house "with ice in his smile" I turned him down flat. And fainted.

In his version:

"As he knocks you down cold

As you lose all control

To that figure of youth

... We both were "learning the truth."

He learned that my mother was not an heiress, we were not nobility, and this arranged relationship (which no one told me existed) was made for entrapment, to spread mental illness to another generation of mind controlled slaves.

After I came home from the hospital, and after the Stones played their concert to an audience of screaming peers, my mother was angry: "You'd attract more flies with honey than you do with vinegar" -

I blurted: "Mom -- who needs flies?"

Or for that matter who needs their Lord, the malignant narcissist?

I suspect some of this would even be referenced in my files at McGill including notes about MJ. The person who went through my files in 1977 was the same Ken Hertz who conspired to take me to New York to meet Mick on my 26th birthday that year, a ritual occasion coinciding with a solar eclipse. That meeting was another disaster and another small step towards collapsing the demonic program.

Hand me the files, you bastards.

Keep on rocking in the free world, Mick. We still love you.

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