My insectual upbringing

Prepare for my analysis. Here's father, his heart screwed on

Yes, here he's got it I'm sure

'Cause he lost his life in an accident

Found his heart in the man next door

What exactly's gonna happen

When they do transplant the brain

Will my borrowed brain still compute the same

Or will my daughter stop her sleeping out

Here comes the girl, she's got her head screwed on

But it ain't screwed on right

Her ambition is to be a prostitute

But the breaks just weren't right

What exactly's gonna happen, tell me When her father finds out

That his virgin daughter has bordello dreams

And that he's the one she wants to try out Yeah

There's ma, she's living dangerously

It's a cinch she'll try it anything twice

She thinks she can run right to the whirlpool's edge

And stop herself just in time

What exactly's gonna happen

When she finally fizzles out

The lovers will just be sucked into

To see what the colours of death are all about

Here's the son, has his legs a-screwed on

Yeah, they're screwed on pretty tight

But his brain is loose and it ain't no use

He's already lost the fight

What exactly's gonna happen

When he's finally realized

That he can't play his guitar like E.G. Jim

Or write St. Augustine if he tried

That's what happens

When a family finds out

That they've been in orbit now for a thousand years

And need a thousand more to climb out

This could be any nuclear family in 1967 - father, mother, son, daughter - just like my family at a terrifying time in our lives.

Although songs aim to be "universal" every detail in this song applies to my family' situation in the early 60s - even the weird distortions make twisted sense when you know the background.

I did not have an incestuous relationship with my father but I think the MK shrinks were encouraging that kind of thing in targeted families like ours and another family in England -- to whom we were connected and whose son had become a rock star and was writing songs heavily influenced by the prominent thinkers of the time, those LSE and Frankfurt School influencers who would blame the nuclear family and fathers for most societal problems.

So in the song the father has had a heart transplant. Of course my father had just undergone electroshock and lost a large chunk of his memory and was unable to work. Bang, just like that, we had slipped down the ladder into poverty and were no longer good prospects for a lad from England whose dad also happened to be a high school teacher like mine before the bomb dropped.

My dad that year struck up a friendship with the man next door - a cellist in the Montreal Symphony orchestra whose wife was my piano teacher. And as my dad needed friends he began spending time outside our house. My mother, who was having a health crisis and sinking into depression, may have confessed some of this to Dr Roper, and the information found its way to England by broken telephone and into a song.

Meanwhile my shy but very gifted twin brother, 16, had joined a rock band and was writing songs and playing keyboard. The band was called The Dark Side.

And as for me having "bordello dreams" - I don't remember any. Coasting on my 158 IQ, a reluctant prefect and top student, I was platonically in love with a boy my age who loved Bob Dylan. But again I suspect the shrinks encouraged incest between children and also between fathers and daughters - as a way of breaking down families and ushering in the Aquarian Age. And the Stones were all aboard with the program. See them sitting on the knees of insectoid aliens.

Who are the insectoids?

"Sometimes depicted as specialized, detached, or scientific (e.g., in abduction reports)" insectoids are perfect partners for MKULTRA doctors.

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I'm only scratching the surface here. I'm not laying blame or trying to ignite a dispute 50+ years after Metamorphosis was released in 1973. I never listened to that album . Had I known I was a former "child bride" engaged to a rock star, I would have bought all the records and obsessively studied the lyrics. What brainy girl would not? But I was oblivious. Not just clueless or stupid but innately, naturally innocent. I had a serious case of amnesia for my childhood - in addition to family trauma, I had been drugged, hypnotized and shocked into dissociation. If you had told me back then that my family knew young Mike Jagger I would have laughed, not because I was "crazy" -- I was just indifferent the Stones in their peak misogynist phase after loving them in 1964.

But THATS A WHOLE OTHER CHAPTER. In the early 1970s I had military handlers who pretended to be boyfriends but really were trying to groom me for a career as a Monarch sex slave. I reacted by joining the women's movement -- another kind of programming but at least it saved me from becoming a "rock and roll chick" --

Someday I may access my 1955 "PSYCHIATRY" file and find out what they did to me (and my family) in the MKULTRA program at McGill, where I first met Mick as a boy.

"FAMILY" is a cruel family portrait, written by an angry young singer who was rudely treated at a painful time when my parents and I were recovering from multiple attacks by a vicious gang of truly evil, rogue psychiatrists who enjoyed total immunity for their criminal activities including lethal experiments on children -- for decades.

And that's why we can't have nice things...

I fail to get the "dark humour" but then, I was never informed of the plan, and never benefited from my arranged marriage to a future rock star. Having lived my whole life without it, I only woke up to this subplot running in the background of my life when I was in my late sixties. I'm still working on that jigsaw puzzle.

We were all under mind control. I think that's understood. Everyone mentioned in this song was innocent and (apart from the singer) I'm the only one still alive.

It's important to me to get this story straightened out before we all are dead and in our graves.

It's about decisions and plans made before I was born about which I knew nothing and for which I was later blamed, labeled, condescended to, written about, analyzed, manipulated, judged, dismissed and canceled--

Has this ever happened to you?

For the past 5 or 6 years I've been piecing this together. "FAMILY" is the last puzzle piece and it fits perfectly -

It's about a targeted family but the singer has also been targeted and doesnt know what to believe. He once knew these individuals, especially the mother. He also was involved with the daughter. But now they're struggling and may not survive. He's banned from seeing the daughter by the father who has had a "heart replacement". The singer/suitor hears about their troubles through the psychiatrists who first introduced them to his family. What he hears is a cocktail of truth and lies.

This is what happened to us between 1963 and 1967, when my dad was fighting an organized gang at the Allan Memorial. This gives a taste of what kind of program it was - operating out of a hospital with its tentacles reaching into families of patients. My dad was a "patient" but I was a subject- and so assume was the singer, and by 1973 when the Stones put out this compilation album, Mick understood that the creatures in charge weren't human.

These lyrics have given me insight into my teenage years when I thought I was doing well at school etc and had no visible defects - but at home my family was in ruins. I never understood why, and did my best to please my parents while withdrawing into my own world. We never talked. Now I realize they were suffering because of me, because of a deal they made when I was 5 years old when they were told I could have an exceptional life with a fairy tale prince.

It's like what happens to girls who get recruited to be models -- and end up as slaves.

But instead of grabbing the ring I let everybody down. There was a big price to pay which I continue to pay for my choice not to play.

At least I have survived to an age where I can make sense of what happened and finally get to know my parents in retrospect because they were dead before I turned 29. Now I finally understand what they were up against and why they couldn't talk about it.

This program is finally being exposed and unraveled but it will take decades--

The last of my handlers is now in his 80s and it's not MJ - it's someone who has spent his whole life in the shadows pulling secret strings.