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Hi
Davel, Lucas, Hans, Sally, Steve,
Adelle and all the other test subjects,
I’m writing you just
to let you know I’m fine. Guess you’ve already heard that I’d left
Portland. I had to. Dr. Hamilton was threatening me to remove my
implant. And you know how fond I am at those uploads...
Are they searching
for me? I don’t know if it’s wise to tell you where I am right now. I
feel very sorry not being able to say goodbye in a more proper way.
To all of you. But we might see each other
again, perhaps? Maybe I’ll come back once or maybe you’ll join me here.
I must stop writing now, because they’re closing this store. Hope to
hear from you, I’ll keep you informed and write again soon,
Love,
Rosanne
Dear
people,
I will write this in English,
so everybody will be able to read it. First of all, I must insist on
your discretion, and in no way this letter may fall in the hands of the
Braintec employees (you will understand why when you read further).
Except for Rosanne, she is my lifeline now and you can trust her. If you
want to answer this email, please give it to her and she will sent it to
my secret email address.
You have noticed that I 'vanished' from Braintec for quite a while now.
I will explain to you what happened.
My last day at "Braintec" (at least that's what they call themselves)
was when Tachikawa tucked me in with a sleeping pill. When I woke up I
found myself on the floor of a dark room, alone, it looked and smelled
like a basement. I was still pretty sedated, and kept on falling asleep
and waking up again. At one time a woman came in and brought me a
blanket and a glass of water.
Next thing I know I was in a car, gagged and blindfolded, sitting in
between two persons, who didn't say a word. I don't know how long we
drove, but it seemed like hours. The car stopped (gravel) and when they
helped me out, I could smell the iodine scent of seaweed, and mimosa,
and I could hear waves pounding on a beach in the distance. Inside,
someone pushed me gently into a chair and removed my gag and blindfold.
My eyes needed some getting used to the light, and after that I saw that
I was in a small country cottage, English style. In front of me in a
chair there was an older man, grey haired, handsome, with friendly eyes,
observing me quietly while stroking his chin. Behind this man, with one
hand on the man's chair, was ... Hugo. And my 'dearest husband' was
smiling at me. I was so shocked that the only thing coming from my mouth
was "Wha...."
The older man started to speak to me in English, with a warm
French-Canadian accent it seemed, but addressed me (despite having a
French surname) as "mrs. Bootoil" He first apoligized repeatedly for my
abduction, and that this "wasn't the way they normally operated," but in
my case certainly neccesary, "for security reasons." Hugo didn't say a
word. What his explanation came down to was this. The "Braintec"
institute is just a tiny subsidiary of a bigger, global company called
MemoCorp, which in its turn is financed by a secret think tank
organization called 'Project for a New Global Order' (PNGO). He didn't
mention who precisely its members were, but he said "think about the
most powerful persons in the United States at the moment." He spoke
about the PNGO lovingly, as if it was his favourite grandchild.
Last year, the PNGO "bought" a scientific research project of, how
surprising, Dr. Tachikawa. On memory implants, as you all are well
familiar with. The PNGO assigned MemoCorp to build an implant from Dr.
Tachikawa's design, and to find a way to minimise its volume and to
mass-produce them. But that was not the whole story. The Defense
administration in the Pentagon, as well as the CIA (both highly
represented in the PNGO) wanted to develope a "devise to insert the
implants from a range of 200 meters or more." Surely, he was talking
about some sort of gun, a weapon to be used in warfare. And Hugo, who
still didn't say a word, already worked for the PNGO for over 10 years -
his practise in the hospital was just a cover-up.
I know, all of this is hard to believe, and if I wasn't abducted, I
wouldn't believe me either. But now you know what's really going on, and
what you are a test rabbit for... Please, everybody, get out of there as
soon as possible, these people aren't joking.
After the explanation of the
older man, Hugo brought me upstairs to a bedroom, gave me a sleeping
pill and told me to rest a while. "For what?" I asked. "Don't worry dear,
everything's gonna be just fine," he answered me in a reassuring voice.
Meanwhile I felt as if I was playing a part in a mediocre cold war movie.
I took the pill, pulled up the covers, and when Hugo left, I thought
things over. Why did they tell me all this? Weren't they afraid I was
going to tell someone? Then I really got scared. No, of course they
aren't afraid ... because they are going to kill me! I jumped out of
bed. Although the pill already started working, my head was clear. I had
to get out of there, fast. I looked out of the window, it was already
dark, and I saw that it was ever so easy to climb out and jump in the
garden. Even the window wasn't locked, which strengthened my idea that
their plan was to silence me forever. "Pushin' up the daisies," my
grandmother used to say. I thought of her, a tough and courageous old
lady, when I jumped on the grass. I bruised my knee, but nothing was
broken - I tried to ignore the pain while I ran (unnoticed!) towards the
shelter of some pine trees ajacent to the lawn. Still running, in the
corner of my eye I saw that a bright light went on, illuminating the
garden, but I kept on running. I figured it would be best not to run in
a straight line, but zig-zag towards the beach, the least likely place
to find shelter. I ran trough a vast area of sand dunes with thorny
bushes, shredding my stockings to pieces but I didn't care because I
wasn't being Miss World right now. After about half an hour I was
exhausted and rested for a while. In the distance I could see flash
lights, and hear people calling my name. I was so tired, that I wasn't
even scared anymore. I fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning, on the same spot, and the world was bright
and sunny, as if nothing had happened and it was all just a bad dream.
But I wasn't planning to doubt myself again - ever. After an hour's
walk, I arrived at a road, and later a gas station - with a bus stop. I
refreshed myself and succeeded to get some cash from my credit card (don't
leave home without it) from the friendly manager.
I am sending you this letter
from Tokyo. I don't have time now to explain what I'm doing here, so
I'll try to get in touch with you later. I trust you all, and please, if
you can, leave Braintec, it's a dangerous place!
Love,Sonja
hey
counceller !!!!!!!
am worried again ......so many msgs on your fone .....and no reply
??????
please let me know xxxxxx
ure loving nursie
answer:
Hoi nursie,
I did not check my phone lately. to much exciting things happening here...
and also in my head. I am enjoying loads of nice memories , but they are
not mine... very confusing, specialy when they are female memories... I
feel things in bits I don't have.. mmmm is that the way it is......
sweet greetz
Lucas xxxxx
Hi,
At 4:00 PM press meeting in the conference room.
Prof.
K. Tachikawa
hey
darling ,
am still getting over
your hasty departure .....have been ringing your phone but alas the same
voice message greets me every time ...no mobiles allowed there ? or is
it dangerous for you now with the implant ? am worried if it will effect
your everyday thinking . am very glad about your hair though . will you
be able to see my memories ? will you tell me what you see ? i have so
many questions to ask you . what is the interaction between the subjects
like ? when are you coming home ? i miss you :-< write soon
your loving nursie
Hi
Lucas,
Thanks a lot
for your very quick answer. I must tell you: it kept me puzzling for the
last two days. The absence of the bird in Rosanne’s memory is from my
point of view a very big thing. Not to speak about the very different
endings in Rosanne’s and Steve’s compared to mine. I can tell you for
sure: I never had sex with somebody who tied me up in a way like I
experienced in the memory. Sub conscious shaped by my past life is no
option, or it must have been a very deep stored away whish of mine. The
differences are so very unlike and so very, very... You know what I mean.
OK let us talk it over at breakfast. I just want to say: this thing is
not clean scientific research but a real life experience. That means, I
do not want to hear simply the psychological researcher speaking, but
also the man Lucas.
Regards, Adrian
Hi
Lucas,
I send you my
reflections on my last upload. I hope you can give me some more
information about this all. Please help us out.....(of this mess) it is
all your profession, that's why
Regards, Adrian
answer:
Good morning Adrian,
What you and the others are
experiencing is very logical and expected. Take 5 people to the movies
and let them tell you about it afterwards.... you will get a simular
result, perhaps not as spectacular but still. The scientific reason is
that our sub concious is programmed (shaped) by our past lives. It is
like the lines in field. When it rains on diferent fields the water will
run in different ways. In other words, we 'see' what we want to see.
Check with the others details like colours, sounds, clothes and you will
notice what I mean. Talk to you later at breakfast.
dearest
Lucas
did you enquire from them about
the necessity to shave your head ? it has me very worried .
please let me know ASAP
your loving and concerned
girlfriend
nursie
answer:
Hi Nursie, I did arrive very well and will make sure I am not turned
into a Skin head here. I have not seen any bald people so that must be
possible.. Will have more time later to write you Kissie, Lucas
Hallo
Lucas,
Dus je
bent echt een NLP coach/master! Ik moet je
eerlijk bekennen dat ik niet precies weet wat dat
inhoud. Een hypnotherapist? In dat geval ben
ik jaloers op je kennis op dit vlak...
Groetjes,
Rosanne
answer:
Hoi Rosanne,
Neuro Linguistic Programming is the
science that unravels thinking and acting processes. In short, not the
content but the method people do what they do. The process consists of
sampling the methodology used to achieve a result. this can range from
playing piano to being depressed. We use a large range of tools such as
Anchoring, presupposition, time line and more. In that way we can in a
very short time frame achieve very substantial personality changes.
When used in training it is technically
possible, but not often needed, to transplant knowledge from a very
talented person into an apprentice leading to very good results only in
a matter of hours. That is one of the reasons the classical psycho
analists and therapists have very much trouble accepting this technique
knowing they work on average 18 months on a light case and up to 5 years
on more serious conditions. Sounds like magic. I do invite you to visit
a professional work shop and find out your self.
I have a nice story, or should I say
analogy, on the subconcious mind which I use a lot with blocked
thinking. It pictures the subsconcious mind as a castle, a magical
fairytale like castle. With lots of rooms, hidden corridors, staircases,
libraries, rooms and hall's. And at the big strong gates there is a
guard. That is our critical sense. the excercise is to learn how to put
this critique to rest, to have him take a nap. Then sneak in and find
the box, or folder or book, whatever the patient likes, and nick it.
Walk away with it. Or change it. And it works, most come out of there
trance feeling so much relieved...
anyway, you gots loads of work to do
and I have clients waiting for me.
Have a great weekend and I am looking
forward to the dairy.
Lucas
PS, nearly forgot, of course use the
full term... NLP. I use it because a ) I nearly stutter saying it all
the time to friends and stranger. b ) it does sort out the listeners,
there are those who just say "Oh right...." and those who inquire and
dare to admid they are not familiar with the acronym...
cheers
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