"SLEEPERS" - PAVLONIAN BEHAVIORALLY CONTROLLED AGENTS You've asked me to send you a TXT file on Sleepers and, I take it, myself as a US Sleeper. I note the news is fi- nally starting to address Koreesh in Waco along with words like "Mind Control" and I hope here to point out that our country is not as crazy as it has seemed to be in the media. I am sure many of my readers are confused, and full of divergent thoughts, for I at once write of Hawaiian corrup- tion, murder, and their contact to foreign hostile intel- ligence, and yet of higher things, to include references to Pres. George W. Bush, and even of such esoteric things as "Sleepers," behavioral psychology and Military Intelligence. How can such divergent knowledge of such things exist in one person? A seemingly common person such as myself, who complains on the one hand, of having had his guns taken away by Hawaiian authorities who wish to have him institutional- ized, so as to medically interrogate same. Of Hawaii Legis- lators who in '91 passed a specific anti-gun related Waiver that allow such. And, oddly enough, how the such same two powerful State Legislators are whom I have run afoul of with intrusions into my own personal sexual life, and attempted murder and false investigations because of my having person- ally witnessed certain acts of theirs? I make many claims, and my guess is that the average person cannot put all the divergent points together. I do not apologize for that, since my earliest training at adoles- cence included learning of basic Karate and the strategy of self-defense in Japan. From such Masters as Sensei's Albert Church and Haiyashi Teruo, while in Sagami with my dad, an Army soldier. I have been trained in extremes, so as to find a deeper middle. There are few who can comprehend this with- out experiencing training. I also learned well myself while in the Army from many qualified soldiers. I have had the extreme fortune to also have been associ- ated with, and be the servant of, another Master of his Craft, in the art of Intelligence, Mr. Bush. I guess the simplest way to put it is this: Long ago, in 1974, I was spotted and recruited to be a USA "Sleeper." Patterned after the KGB's methodology, I was ordered, hyp- notically, to try and hide my innermost secrets from those that would try all to lure such out of me, to include the FBI, and Hawaii State authorities, where I then lived. Then they sic'd them on me to see what they could find. I now muse wryly in that the former does such from duty, and the later from insurgent political interest. There is not much sense in going into the techniques, and methods of such, here, except to say that with them I was later programmed to remember some volumes of information. I could not "Access" this part of my mind, I was told, just like a computer's RAM, and had always to check my "Internal date/clock." And when, as long as certain events went off on schedule, to remember them, at first bit by bit. One bit re- membered was the command to spout it all to the world. Many things I've done have been such matters of timing. But one certain "Sub-routine" I would not run, no matter what, until the proper time came. I would know it when it did. I was, of course, knowledgable about computers, then. The programming was quite professionally done in series of sessions, matters of negative association through surgical manipulation of nerve endings, and positive associations through controlled settings use of injected euphorics, hypno- tism, psychology, and the in-depth personal knowledge of my- self as the subject. Methods were used to make me make my- self look quite unattractive to the average person. Believe it or not, that's why I eat garlic. And it works, believe me. And hold my posture in a funny way. Or look half-smilingly to the side at times, or seem very per- sonally evasive, "Crazy," radically right-wing, passive, or perverse. I also have natural acting talent. I live an interesting if not demanding life, not knowing if any social contact at all is either one out to extract from me knowledge for detrimental reasons, or merely a friendly person. From duty, I treat them all the same, espe- cially after experiencing attempts upon my life. I live a quiet life: Yet I find the intrusiveness by local authorities to be of no end, noncareer, emotions, per- sonal privacy, family, home, parenthood, and especially mar- riage. Part of it I put up with, because of my agreed-upon status as a "Test Subject." Part of it I find to seem to come from foreign-based influence, and I really resent that. Hawaii State Government is already "Vietnamized," with a mo- narchial socialist infrastructure already quite in place. What really gets me is that while they would spend all that money to bankrupt our governments with many intrusive socialist programs, they are not even very effective, even when it comes to "Sleepers" like me. The State could ID me, of course, from early on, but that was a matter of foreign contacts, I believe. I just can't believe how these highly-paid "Mental Health Professionals" couldn't tell the difference between someone crazy, and someone acting the part, with the assistance of hypnotic aids. But that, again, is a typical bureaucratic employee... Please bear in mind as I explain that to instruct sub- consciously, one must use allegories, and associative mate- rial. Things that will "Stick" a long, long time. Perhaps you remember that with Real Estate, the three most important words are "Location, location, location?" In mnemonics, and Pavlonian programming, the three words are emotional "Association, association, association." This ac- credits why so much of what "Sleepers" do is taken and re- ported in news as if "Nuts," or "Committable," or plain not understandable by anyone else. But with my hunting and military past, numbers such as 22, 38, 223... 357th Day of the year... Even such things as 66 and 99, for they look almost like German quotation marks, and I speak German - There are some quotes I was to make. Or when you smell a certain perfume, or a flower, does not your own mind travel back in time??? For a targeted Postal Office Sleeper, perhaps it could be Zip Codes. It explains how some one person, solitary or communal oriented, can keep to himself something secret, and then act upon it much later. Undetectable to anyone else. The more so if part of the programming involves shame, as when you figure I had an unneeded hernia surgery (to install painful negative associations), and was told one of my testicles had been sewn up too tight inside. Everytime I saw one of them higher than the other in the mirror, I remembered to keep the secret. Every time I felt a glitch there, I held myself against it for I also was told while under that they'd put boobytrapped microfilm encased in X-ray-proof material there. That they would keep the specialized tool to retrieve it handy, for my "Surgical checkup with the VA, in ten years." Based on that dire, classified secret, I tried going to the VA ten years later, and was obviously referred to their shrink, instead. This helped set up my real mission. Maybe you can see the exploitation of my dutiful nature. It's not neccessary a bad person to do these things. One main duty, programmed in 1977, was to tell the world when the time came of the Three "Kings:" (3 is a very impor- tant mnemonic to me.) This came fully back to me after a near total eclipse visible mainly in Hawaii, (Long story, but the programming session had to do with "Pushing back the (evil) darkness," "Silver lining," "Points of Light." It brought back the session held in darkness under one large light...) 1) To, in the long-term, identify (Ordered to read the local paper completely, daily, and take common jobs) the man who was trying to become King Of Hawaii (I believe to be Ma- fia "Godfather" Larry Mehau - He secretly owns the fishing boats bringing the Triad-Gang Banger " Chinese Refugees" to Hawaii, as well as, I believe, Hawaiian Airlines, which the State is currently nationalizing in preparation for a Coup D'Etat. They have connections to Muslims, I believe.); 2) To tell previously classified details of KGB Chief Kryuchkov, trying to become King of the whole (Socialist) World, who had JFK killed as his first strike. Of his long-term known-to-become plans to include the disinformation of "Glasnost," the dropping of our guard, the timing of at- tack over the Pacific, etc. The sabotage of our country and the infiltration of our political system and government. That JFK's assassination and Kryuchkov's plans had been ap- proved by the Soviets only after the world-wide humiliation of Kruchev during the Cuban Missle Crisis, and that we would not repeat such if he were quietly extradited to the US. 3) And in wry humor designed to get attention, of "The King of the Jews (businessmen)," the man who had programmed me, and would later be going to "The Hill." There was a complete session regarding chapters of the Bible, verses, how to conduct myself (2 Peter), that I would become a "Fisher of Men, etc." "Simon, simple Simon," and Peter Simon, who wouldn't "Crow" for 3 years... Simon who carried His Cross, and the "Needle in the haystack of threes," Nov. 3, 1993. It gave the world every reason it needed to write me off as a "Kook," and yet for those of KGB socialist influence to take special note of me. I am also "Bait," a "Dangle." Ha- waiian officials bit, big time. One key mnemonic reminder involved is a nursery book provided me a while back, "The Three Kings." There are three stories. Upon reading it, I flashed back heavily on what I'd been told long before, and each story's duty. There is the soldier who proves himself to be one of the "King's own men" and gets unlocked from the "Testing room" by painting himself with "Red Ink." The "Nutty Squirrel" who unties the King from the two thieves. And, the King's greatest wish, to "Ring the Bell," and warn the "Sleeping townsfolk" to the "Growing fire" in "The City on the Hill." Biblically, I also remembered the "Two thieves with Him on the Hill, as Edwin Meese III, and James Baker III." "I'll remember YOU, when I come unto my Kingly Power!" He'd said, referring to Baker III. Baker was a KGB plant. Remembering a real, live meeting with Meese at a Frank- furt bar in 1977, where my boss's cover name was let slip. I guess on purpose, so I'd remember it, and what evil-minded Meese thought I and fellow NCO were to him. I would carry "His Cross to the Hill," of course, but it was not until later that it was combined with such dates as Palm Sunday, Passover, and Easter, along with the proper con- stellation of key numbers as provided by my desktop calendar. But, in any rate, I now shudder to think that we all may well be forced to go to doctors not of our own choosing, with Clinton - And Hwn. Gov. Waihee's - Socialist Health Control - Mental Health Control - Bypassing of due process for the po- litically incorrect - Taking our effectual means to resist, our guns - Taxation beyond Socialism - And to boot, the American Psychological Association's pressing of homosexual- ity into acceptance - You need lots of spies to keep tabs of the citizens in a totalitarian government - And homosexuals, dire actors of their true sexuality since adolescence, make the BEST SPIES! For the wrong side. Do note that Russia ruthlessly eliminates them from their own society, and has instead a KGB Political Officer in every work place. Here, they want more queers. I was told of "The Male Box," a gay bar in Alexandria, where the KGB first turned some CIA Officers and infiltrated high offices. That operative, Leo Koury, bombed some competing gay bars and I was told fled to Maui, where it was suggested I go to as leaving the Army. I spotted and reported him long ago, but nothing seemed to have happened. Of course, if our society were to eliminate or incarcer- ate, or psychologically recondition everyone who even was a bit different, or gifted, they you will have given the Other Side what they want, anyway. Totalitarianism. Still, one shouldn't let weasels guard the chicken coop, either. Such Police State would provide that very overwhelming centralization of power and knowledge that makes the investi- gation, in-depth knowledge of, and behavioral control over such Sleepers as myself so possible, to begin with. I was spotted through FBI computers because I was listed as having foiled a S&L robbery by fooling the robber into thinking I was helping him, but couldn't get the safe open. My own natural acting ability so fooled everyone, that at first, I became a suspect, especially because, when the cops didn't come quickly like they were supposed to, I chased the man down several blocks until a big, black Marine helped me sub- due him. Everyone at first thought I was part of the theft. I remark wryly that the responding HPD patrolman stopped only when I flagged him, and when he drew his revolver, he dropped it, and it skidded to me. I picked it up, and handed it back to him, in spite of his screaming to not touch it. I thought he should have it back and couldn't imagine just leaving it on the ground. The HPD tried to cover it up, but the whole issue, proven by hard evidence, made FBI computer record, and led to my spotting and recruitment. Recruitment was arranged is a special way, since the whole thing had to be similar to the KGB's MO, without my own real knowledge. I unexpectedly lost my job, after having been warned not to go near the "Bishop, Rewald, Dillingham, and Wong" offices of Honolulu, by a Chinese coworker in EDP Sales at my work place, First Hawaiian Bank. I understand an Executive Order was used to "Draft" me. I did not know for what I was being recruited - I thought it was a "Job Inter- view" - And from the first few words and the watch, I had been "Under," anyway, hypnosis. This was right after Clyde Lee Conrad had been detected as infiltrating the US Army, and I take it for what I was subsequently utilized. It was later suggested that I join the US Army, a proud family tradition, anyway. I smile, now, to think of for what rubbish the KGB paid a million dollars for over ten years. Besides, how else could the US Govt. see how the Other Side was doing it without doing it themselves? Prior to my "Interview" for this "New Job" I had been quietly tested for proclivity to hypnotic command. At least 90% of all people are, to some extent. I, however, rank in the top 10% of the most susceptible. Unfortunately, my category includes the lingual gifted, and other talents. I was ordered to remember things... So many things... Nothing had to make sense, I just had to remember them... Like a dumb camcorder. The first sessions had to do with Pavlonian body re- sponses. These deep-brain responses were later used as part of my long-term legend, or "Cover," and other things. For example, I was asked how well I could endure pain - Remember my Karate training (But any deep ideology could have been used) - And an association was cemented between the smell of propane or certain soaps and an extreme burning-itching upon my belly skin ("Industrial strength itching powder" was used) And the suggestion that such also was an aphrodisiac, a "Chemical relative of Spanish Fly." Without the specific introduction into my environment of that odor, I would not react. But I can tell you of excruci- ating times when I felt I was on fire! And doctors couldn't find any skin rash nor cause... Much later, I ran into a foreign immigrant woman who kept herself in my face. I had no friends nor girlfriends since my reputation had been destroyed by innuedo ("He's a 'Narc'") and leaks by the MPD. And in conjunction with a certain phase of the moon (Remember how well they can know you if they have resources, or can infiltrate those resources), as well as having been given a mood-altering pre- scription of Prednisone by my Health Care Doctor... She came to my place, and turned on the propane stove. All four burn- ers, and didn't light it. And then just stood there, wait- ing, I guess, for me to have my Pavlonian reaction. I note this especially, because the first time she did that, the tank happened to be empty, and I didn't respond as she'd wanted. Someone just "Happened" to bring by another full tank of propane the next day, and she called to come again the midnight after, married woman or not. Then it happened, all right, and I was jailed that next morning. She tried to bail me out, but the Hawaiian Judge wouldn't drop the bail until someone approached him in his chambers with an envelope. She called me on the phone, each day, a male voice in the background, until I agreed to see her, again. Charges were not dropped by the State (One must remember the unending "Sexual Abuse" media hype targeted at males.) Until we both went to the Prosecutor's, and even then, dismissed "Without Prejudice." That meant I was forced by the State of Hawaii to marry her. She said so at a friend's house, filming it, or she would see me put in prison for twenty years, the newly required (Totalitarian) mandatory sentencing laws of the time. Funny, isn't it, how individual Freedom is ALWAYS the casualty with those who run, not serve, our government... So. Suddenly I find that this illiterate woman who speaks gobbledygook is not just some simplistic heart-bent woman, but... Each time she talks, I get dazed... I subcon- sciously think of past sessions where it had been suggested to me that certain foreigners, women, who talked like that made one sleepy, and it put one in a daze... That only beer could quench thirst... And each pop of the top had that same effect... But only Lite Beer... 24 of them, each day... Many things were self-perpetuative. She ran my life for many years. I was just a zombie. Kept me from physical fitness, and outdoor hobbies. Made me into a "House daddy." I found I could only get "Jobs" where she had suggested I go to work, and then I would detect the same cops pretending to be co-workers, and such... Some of them tried to befriend me and get me to talk about classified things, or about Mr. Bush. Or to incriminate myself. Her every criticism, most importantly, reinforced the female side of my personality, (Making me seize up a par- ticular back muscle, accentuating my hernia pain) dominating the male side of my personality, under which influence all the long-term secrets were kept. I'd been told that hypno- tism "Separated the brain halves" as if a deep, deep ocean. I wonder if they knew that the pressure made me more silent. Watch "The Manchurian Candidate," and you, too, will opt for the return of traditional male dominance in society. You know they only let this film come out recently? Certain films were also mnenonics for me, especially one with Reagan. Or, "The Great Giakamo," by Danny Kaye, where the hero is "Snapped" in/out of heroism/cowardice? ("Giakamo" is a take- off on "Diakamo," Filipino for "I dunno.") (Just for later reference, I mention the legend of St. Philomena, and of her three symbols.) Finally, a certain date came to pass. I had been wait- ing for it in any event, all for the oddest reasons. It was the tenth anniversary of my ETS from the US Army, of course, and I expected something important to happen then. (October 21st and 28th, 1977.) I'd waited for that date, the way I'd waited eons for my father to return to our divorced home, as a child. (You can see the psychological exploitation?) I'd expected, "Good-naturedly" for this marriage with her, and the social stigma, and her ignorance, to improve as time went by, too. People would understand, I thought, fi- nally, but they never did. Hawaiians are very racist. But when that date did come, I started having flash- backs. (Drug-induced trauma.) Part of them were prompted by things I'd see on the media. Of all unbelievable things, my "Programmer" boss as now often on TV, but with a different name. Things, like the use of cover names in the past, started to make sense. Hints given me back then came back with meaning. Why they called him "Director," but yet there was another man who had his office space in Munich... Why Mr. Meese was at that Frankfurt bar that evening... My boss was Director, all right - Higher up! After the Primaries, the first three years were a matter of flashbacks. Remembering things, and not being able to un- derstand much what to do with them. Trying to put them in chronological order. Some simplistic ones made sense, like, to put what I remembered into a "Script," a "Play" of sorts. Much like "The Producers," by Mel Brooks, I was to write a play about a playwright writing a play... Putting who said what, where. The words, exactly, as if I were a video tape machine. My emotions felt. What the lighting was, doors open or shut, venetian blinds, which room of the Consulate we were in, every detail! At first, other things were confusing, as it was all a rush of as-if-fast-forward video replay, but with no audio-sense. Yet an overwhelming sense of dire duty! But deeper undercurrent things WOULD make sense, like where we stood when things were said. For where we stood in the offices corresponded to a circular calendar of sorts. Imagine, if you will, a large room with a circle drawn inside of it. Then, imagine the marks of the hours drawn upon it, and you have the twelve months of the year. For se- curity, you invert it, and go counterclockwise. Another mnemonic reminder that you are in Counter-Intelligence... So depending upon what month it is, what was said to you when you stood THERE, and other background reminders (The pa- per reports that Passover is started - You remember standing THERE, where it was spoken of "Passing over - And the rest comes: ...to the real world of the living - Not of the "Dead," the "Spooks," the deep cover... No, time to come forth... No more "Mr. Riddler" of Batman fame with the crooked spine...) Time for the "Dumb Ass" to "Carry Him" to the "Holy City." Where "He" would "Surely Be Cruxified," but would "Arise Again." To "Spring forward, not fall back." Another main mission, to just come to, on time. Time to act upon it. Just as in the Soviet 30-year plans, where some timings are QUITE predicable if you have a spy in the right place, certain current events happen just as you do. Certain faces are on TV, and certain words are spo- ken from your TV set... A certain color tie worn... And this takes agents in the media, guess what? You ask how the right year, over a decade after the programming, is derived - The year I turned 38 was the year I started remembering and putting together the most vital things. But controls are built into the matter, too, as in Mr. Bush coming to Hawaii on December 7th. You'll remember his "Accidental" mentioning it as "September 7th?" Unless he'd made President, as he'd been asked prior to 1977, and unless this and that... I would never have under- stood my rambling flashbacks. I never would have "Had Per- mission" to open a certain door in my memory of the Consulate office, and went in to stand there and remember being told things... My role, my mission, my duty, etc... That is how it works. I guess I should unload a bombshell upon you: What is another central mission, I am sure you must want to know? Other than to survive, and the remembering of many de- tailed things, such as to "Warn the world to the impending darkness..." Of the known-to-be spydom infiltration of our intelligence services, for example. The encroaching darkness of totalitarianism from within... The known-to-be military infiltration of drugs by class, region, and type... Destruc- tion of our historical values... The mass acts of sabotage, and the countermeasures... How the Voyager satellite will transmit back to Earth whose fault it was forever, if the Russians don't make good their Big Lie promises of "Glasnost." What Breznev told the Western Doctors... Would you believe me if I told you that WE burned Yel- lowstone first, so that they couldn't burn it all? "Nature's Laboratory?" They see the American symbol as the tree. That the SS Valdez was OUR doing, so as to mobilize resources for the numerous others they had coming? Probably not, but I don't care. I won't even go into LA Spatnatz-led gangs, or how earthquakes can be man-made... About airliners... Plans of plutonium dust in luggage over New York... About the Berlin Wall to come down, and why IOWA-class boats had been targeted by them because of their Pacific plans... But that the Navy hadn't paid any attention to the CIA's warnings (They left Hartwig and Truit alone after I wrote Sen. Inouye with the ingredients of the sabotage ingredients.) How an entire Hol- lywood horror comedy movie could have been scripted with the encyrpted most secret of CI counter plans in association/mnemonics, hiding them in plain sight... Away from the saves and known targets of their agents. That he would run one term, but like George Washington, not a second. No, I have learned well, that most people, let alone the media, simply cannot handle things too much out of their own little worlds... I do not risk tell, any longer, things that put me in a plane of the "Those so committed that they should be committed..." Unbelievably, most Americans no longer are able to understand that their close-mindedness now resembles how they think, and commit to institutions those of noncon- formist thought, in Russia. But I know my own realities: No one can tell me that I didn't wake up, one day, at work in a foreign safehouse where I was the US Army Representative, with a band-aid in my el- bow, and the illogical fear of having become - Quite impos- sible - A drug addict? (A parting suggestion...) Not being able to remember the afternoon, the lunch, the morning? The panic therefrom? The desire to work harder or better, or something! But to NEVER let THAT happen, again, whatever that was! But the suppressed subconscious not letting on a clue... I can finally tell the next-level layer story: That certain "Security Breaches" ('76) were arraigned, as if I were cause for them, while there in Germany, so that I would have the "Legend" of being a foreign-influenced infiltrator into the US Army. Ordered to shred SECRET material, for ex- ample, and hand over a special key. This followed me here to Maui, ('79) where I'd been programmed to live a beachbum life, and couldn't understand on a conscious level why there was so much authoritative attention paid to me. The druggies hated and suspected me for they thought I was a "Narc," as leaked by the MPD. The cops had their hot FBI copies on me, and being totally non-independent of thought, swallowed them whole. The girls were told I was a pervert, and to top it off, I was just a loner by nature, anyway. By training, I was obviously a secret-keeper, so never let on, nor tried to give out about my Intel past, for the basic classified things I'd been entrusted with. But my real, final, long-term mission? Being a gun-lover, I was notched on "38." It had been suggested to me that, like my dad, I should have one, one day. I bought one, found the cops tampered with it when I registered it. They fired it, and kept the slugs. All kinds of bad things hap- pened after I had it. My 38th birthday, I was asked to the MPD station to ap- ply for a Police Aide job. This was important, for my birth- day was the third day before X-mas, and "X" is another impor- tant mnemonic for me. There is eXodus (As in the splitting of the waters, or the splitting open of one's deep, deep, mind by "Moses") President NiXon, eXit, X marks the spot, crossroad, Biblical references, all kinds of things that tie together. I had even been ordered to misspell words with "X" in them, so as not to stumble upon the mnenonic prematurely. "Excercise." On and on went the duplicity, sometimes driving me nearly wacko. Yet I am sure that I was much more sane in be- havior, and a better behaved citizen than most. The cops simply looked the other way when I put out fires before the Fire Department arrived, or gave CPR to a near-dead neighbor because the ambulance had a dead battery, and couldn't come. Since it didn't fit into their accepted picture of me as re- ported to them, and since MPD personnel are picked for their non-independent ways of thinking, nothing ever got better. So it was a double life of being a Good Guy, no matter what the world thought of me. But then, for whatever reason, maybe at the suggestion of the FBI Quantico types, the Maui Police Department came to my door one day, suggesting that the above job was open, and to come out and talk about it. They then seized all guns in my house, and started a long legal attempt to have me "Exam- ined," or institutionalized without publicity. You may say to yourself, "Well and good," except that their ability to do so is such that anyone who has been sub- ject to hypnosis at all, even anti-smoking or anti-fat pro- gramming could be next... You, too, or the rest of the 90% of the susceptible population. On the Police Chief's own criteria... Or anyone with nonconformist ideas... I had committed no other crime, mind you, except that of incorrect racial extraction, and maybe that of trying to stay alive and protect my family, or steady streams of written outbursts about local corruption, murder and drug rackets. (And I do this in the service of my own country.) MY OWN MISSION: In spite of their countless sums of money spent upon me to determine and perhaps neutralize it? Was to engage them in precisely that behavior they so obediently jumped at. I was to act suspicious until they couldn't stop themselves, any more, and did what the MPD was famous for: Falsification of evidence; Ignoring legitimate complaints if directed against certain political powers. I engaged their known "Sleeper Law," a definite viola- tion of the US Constitution, but one that couldn't be acted upon until brought to court. But since they never had and they wouldn't charge anyone with it, it could only be seen as being kept ready until social conditions waxed right for its use as a governmentally transmuting mechanism towards to- talitarianism. You know, "...A law long on the books, but rarely en- forced is now being..." Would be the media hype. It is a precursor to governmental determination of "Po- litical correctness," and especially targeted at gun owners, conservatives and Republicans. (Of the 51 Legislators we have only 4 are of the opposing Republican party. The party in power counts the ballots.) It is a precursor to "Mind Control" and the seizure of all guns from the politically opposing. They take "Keep and Bear Arms" and semanticize that "Keep" means not "To own," but that you have to KEEP it locked up. As well as your di- vergent, independent, thoughts on the matter, too. Long ago silently implanted here by agents of influence, based upon utopian, communal (Local-oriented), "Good idea" nurturing themes, here in the most Socialist State of Hawaii, "Domino #2," or Vietnam #2, whatever. My (subconscious) mission was to see if they would charge me with it, in temptation of taking advantage of the subsequent bodily and mental invasions, in order to get at what they figured I knew. Yet to then present to the Court some very heavyweight Constitutional ideas given to me to give to them. I unfortunately cannot take credit myself for being such a legal Constitutional expert. And then to see whether the Hawaii Judiciary would act upon the Constitutionality of these ideals, or would go the expeditious route, that of increasing centralization towards the One Party Concept. (Strike the law, or go the other di- rection with my own institutionalization.) Mind you, their moves to go one way or the other could be predicable in ad- vance: January 17th, 1993 (100th anniversary of monarchial overthrow) was surely to be exploited as a anti-US sentiment. And, indeed, was, as known by the CIA through KGB infiltra- tion of their longer-term, overall, plans over the Pacific. I go further to say that the Bishop Estate will soon be merged with the State government, and legalized by Waihee's new picked Supreme Court Justices. They are now national- izing the Insurance and Airline businesses, and all other power bases and government structures are very, very, cen- tralized. A new Socialist Monarchy, free of US influence, free to be the "Geneva of the Pacific" (They think) but de- pendent upon a major act of sabotage on the US mainland that cripples the US government. We almost had that, with the Trade Center bombings, but there is certainly more to come from Kryuchkov. (You won't believe me that it was known in advance that the Berlin Wall would come down, right? "Glasnost," "Capitalist economy," August 18th - 28th, 1991, etc.? Yet one thing provided long ago as a reference mark was the issue textbooks provided me in Defense Language Institute training in '75 - The first chapter is a practice dialogue held at the Brandenburger Tor, an impossibility at the time, but scripted on purpose for later reference. I also was told that monar- chial empire-building has started in Hawaii in '74, a matter of consolodating State revenues in Hawaiian banks.) So I have proved, litmus-tested, that the checks-and-balances in Hawaiian government have gone sour. There is no democracy here. Only a thin veneer of it, and worse, Waihee and an agent named Lewin now keeps providing to Clinton, "Great Socialist Examples" of Health Care, takeover of the family and personal life by every department of the government, communal vs. independent thought, "Political cleansing," the anti-gun measures, NATURALLY HIGHER TAXES TO SOAK ANYONE NOT ALREADY ON WELFARE, gender-blending, ruin- ation of historical American mores and education, etc.. One important thing I was keyed to look out for, the military-use combat expansion of the Kahului Airport, is the worst thing: It allows fully-loaded shock troop transports to arrive here undetected from Hong Kong until the last mo- ment. Hawaiian government is pushing it through. LA, as you can see, is to be next beachhead after that. The other reason national Health Care is being pushed - Paying for massive, long-term, medical care for millions of badly wounded or dying people will bankrupt us completely, and they know it. As soon as we have national HC, this will become the decade of major acts of mass terrorism. The truth of the Health Care business is that Hawaii has had very high economic growth for the last decade because of simple demographics and its location in the Pacific, and so has been able to afford such expensive and wasteful programs. This also, predicable long ago by economic analysts. It is a grand lie that the US could support HC now without either bankrupting us, or becoming socialist in scope. Notice that Tipper Gore has just added "Mental Care" to it all? If it comes to overt war in the Pacific, the Hawaiian people, in their own putrid allowing of this to happen, have said which side they would prefer to be on. They have made their democratic decision, for even in a democracy, one must fight to keep one's rights, and not be complacent, corrupt, self-serving or traitorous. The most interesting aspect of it all is that while the Hawaii State oligarchic "Powers Who Be" think they have the behavioral handle on the whole thing because of what they be- lieve to be sexually incriminating material on high-level au- thorities... They are wrong. I was there when certain videos were made, and others were talked about. I am sure that soon, Localist authorities will have hair in their palms for what they thought to be the reins of absolute control. Not for ideological, political or esoteric cultural reasons, as they would have us all wish - But for pure personal power, in their own fingers, for their own self-serving purposes, and Monarchial ends. With "Ideology," "Concern," utopic "Good ideas" as the pabulum for the masses. It's fun, in a way, to watch them do what they do, so self-confident that they have the blackmail goodies on the President and the Cabinet. It's what they thought they had on Mr. Bush, too. I'll be glad to watch their house of cards blow in the wind. Now, does this little wrap-up of nearly 20 years come close to doing the job? I tell this to you, and give you encouragement to spread it out, for it will do societal good, my job. Because, based upon clustering of mnemonics based upon dates, holidays, events passed, clues passed on by what I analyze to be cred- ible sources, and finally, current events, I feel it correct to do what I now do and expose the whole methodology now; again my eventual mission. To "Pass over..." Just keep one thing in mind: I'm a US Sleeper, a mirror-study. What of the thousands before me who have un- balanced US government to the Left and dismantled the Consti- tution in the last decades since JFK, Kryuchkov's first as- sassination of a strong leader? I, unlike them, am not going to blow my own head off to avoid debriefing, nor burn myself up with all the physical evidence. Since I prove in vivo that it can be done, and is being done, what then must be done about the unbalance, the damage done to the Bill of Rights, our country, and our government? If nothing else, the handle on all forms of tyranny at all can be grasped by all through that bottom line: You pay, or don't pay, the taxes. Democracy was born, Freedom itself won, was by the overthrow of the tyranny of an unfair govern- ment. Make real threats about it. Of course, it would be a real man's job... To be true, brave, patriots like Patrick Henry... The limp-wristed, nor the weaker of either sex, need not apply. And, one should be able to identify and sort out most of their agents by their expounded themes and methodology, now knowing the direction of their ultimate goal. So you see, some of our professional administrators in government are good, decent, and quite capable officials. And our country is a good one, certainly one good enough that someone would wish to take it from us. May God Bless America. Your servant, Rick Hyatt PS. Can someone get this unto Compuserve: CC: Rush Limbaugh?