In 1996, a complete song popped into my head along with memories of having written it in 8th grade in a secret operation as part of a program started by disgruntled CIA agents decades ago in response to such abuses as MKULTRA. With a little help we quickly produced the song and I got to see some of it performed at a nearby highschool before being wiped again and returned to my parents with no immediate recollection of anything mysterious having occured other than not remembering more than about ten minutes of the two or three hours the shrinks had me and my mom insisting they hadn't said I had mild autism after confiscating the medical records as she had done before when I was diagnosed with dyslexia.
Conspiracy! (1984) Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah F*** you! I know The Secret The one eluded to Psychological manipulations Conditioning through and through Aggression from frustration Reaction from a sign Stimulus, suggestion Making kids lose their mind Conspiracy! Insane The day that I was born I took the world by storm Supposed to be veg. Instead I made a pledge To remember All the things that they did I'd remember As an adult but not a kid Why? Conspiracy! I was trained I heard the starlings cry like children And I wondered why Adoptive mom and dad You know? They got real mad They locked me away They had wanted me gay To mask the mem'ries of molestation >From when I was a babe Conspiracy! I was maimed I knew the world was wrong I figured I could be strong Body and mind was bent Cuz, I was Heaven sent To remember Autism and crazed come Spring I remember Systematic poisoning Why? Conspiracy! I was flamed The War on Crime Is actually a war on marijuana They'd have us shoot the line Control the dosage Then cause trauma Riddling Ritalin crazy Selling candy like its gravy Cannibinoid hazy Action, reaction And acting all ravy Conspiracy! Still got a brain ------------------- Some time after the flashbacks began, my thoughts informed me that I had a brain implant and was communicating mentally with my handlers. At the time I knew nothing about implants and of course didn't believe it, so I decided to test the theory. Like a Ouija Board I let my eyes roam over the reading material in front of me as I wrote down the letters my eyes stopped on. This was a long process and I wasn't paying attention to the letters I was writing. During this period, my eyes felt strange, as if being controlled by someone other than myself. When my thoughts informed me that I was finished, I had what looked like a word that I'd never heard of so I looked it up: "Epicureanism: the philosophy of Epicurus who subscribed to a hedonistic ethics that considered an imperturbable emotional calm the highest good, held intellectual pleasures superior to others, and advocated the rununciation of momentary in favor of more permanent pleasures." (Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary (© 1977)) That I had just written the name of a philosophy I'd been following for years without knowing it was rather spooky. At that point I started following the strange orders my thoughts were telling me. Maybe a week later my thoughts steered me to the Seattle Space Needle and the strange sensation in my eyes pointed them at a star just above the early morning southern skyline. After several seconds of staring at the dot of light, it suddenly took off at a tremendous rate of speed to the west. Several seconds later, the roar from it finally reached me. It was strangely loud for being so distant and there were no sonic booms. At that point I became convinced that I've got an implant. Plus there's the flashback of requesting one when I joined the CIA offshoot. Complete archives at http://www.sitbot.net/ Please let us stay on topic and be civil. OM Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/cia-drugs/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/
