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

 

mail to: lucas@braintec.info