Re: MIND CONTROL AND THE MUSIC INDUSTRY
I'm going to write this again, and, hopefully, I can leave it here.
My parents both quit school in the eighth grade. They were not the smartest on the block and neither was anyone else in our neighborhood.
Someone tried to kill me
Still today I do not know
The CIA and mind control
I always wondered why my father moved us from New York to Miami and left all of our relatives behind.
My Aunt once said it was for the schools.
My second grade teacher; Judith McGraw returned to the military after the school year and it was said she was stationed in Germany.
She played the guitar in class and we sang.
I began writing poetry and reading them over the PA system in the morning as the "thought for the day."
I'm proud to be an American
an American I'm proud to be
I wouldn't be proud to be anything else
Because in America you're free
You're free to do most anything
Most anything you please
But, if you do areal bad thing you wouldn't be so pleased
You don't gain mic from doing wrong
But a punishment you see
That serves you write for doing wrong
Through all eternity
Judith McGraw took me home from school several times.
Don't know why.
Opa-Locka Air Force base was near our school; Air Force one landed there back in the day.
Years later, Judith McGraw came to our house and I was home alone. I remember feeling frightened.
I opened the door and she said, what's the matter, big girl, don't you remember me?
I have no other recollection of her visit.
My sister's first grade teacher lived with us at some point.
How weird is that?
My mother was a pedophile.
At a very young age age, she sat next to me on the living room couch and smiled and said les be friends.
I asked what that meant and she said, you know, when two girls like each other.
For some reason, when my childhood friend spent the night, she would put Vaseline in his rectum.
She would sit in her chair with her feet up on an ottoman, in her nightgown without any underwear on and open her legs.
I had to pull hair from her legs with tweezers and scrape her scalp with a comb.
She had a huge dildo that she kept in the closet in a paper bag and would bring it with her to her bunco club, even if I were there.
She told me at seven years old that she was taking hot mustard baths to try to abort her pregnancy and when that didn't work, we all want to jump on trampolines.
Thankfully, my sister survived.
I tried to protect her, but I suffered for it.
I think she had munchausen's.
Seems I was ill a lot. Staying home from school and while on my bed, if I needed her, I would ring a bell.
Mention of ringing this bell was mentioned on Springsteen's site as well as not being able to leave the house unless it was spotless.
Both parent's had OCD.
My father was an alcoholic.
I'm certain there were ties to the Mafia.
They had a boat yard in Pelham Bay where coop city now rests and speed boats!
Perhaps for drugs.
When my Uncle died, it was said that he was under FBI protection, yet the Mafia came into his home and took possession of his belongings.
My mother lost both parents by the age of 13.
I thought she became a ward of the state; orphanage, but after her death, I inquired of her sister and she said, I think she went to live with an uncle.
You don't know?
Both families are a mystery.
I know what happened to me, happened to me, but to think neither of my sisters has any knowledge or anyone in my biological family either is incomprehensible.
Maybe they've been paid.
When I inquired of a cousin about my memories of CIA and Mafia pornography, he said, it's a possibility. Our family has a dark side and that was that.
Any inquiry of my Aunt about the past gave her heart palpitations, but it was said that she was aware of the scars on my body and for some reason went from being the richest on the block to the poorest. My grandfather use to beat her sister's kids, but she wouldn't let him touch her kids.
It was also said that my father's side of the family believed my younger sister went to live with a friend when in high school due to abuse.
My mother told me that she and my father were going to watch pornography with my sister's friend's sister and husband who were my age.
Just like my mother telling me she went to the neighbor's house when I was about five with my father and watched pornography and a woman doing it with a dog.
Memory of riding in a car with our neighbor and my older sister down a long dirt road and a canal on the side and a bar at the end of the road and Mr. Teasley throwing a bag of cats in the canal.
Mr. Teasley . Accused by a childhood friend of sexual abuse. Why on earth we went to that man's house, or were allowed to hang out there by my mother?!?
Or, allowing another neighbor, frank Valentine, to come over and bring me a turtle and me running and hiding under my bed.
Or, my friend's step-father buying her bikini underwear in elementary school and asking her to try them on in front of my sister and I.
Or, having to run by him because here would try to touch my but.
Memory of being held in the backyard as a small child by a man and being kissed on the lips.
My mother was beaten with a cat n nine tail.
I was beaten by her with a wooden spoon and belt.
Frank Sinatra and Bruce Springsteen have always been stuck in my head and I never knew why.
Now I do.
Last edited by BlueAngel : Today at 02:19 PM.