The Earthly Adventures of Commander Stormm - John Stormm (free ebook reader for pc .txt) 📗

on the refrigerator.  My Mom’s tendency to keep much of our artwork tucked away in a special old suitcase she used to call the “Bone Orchard”, saved me a mental breakdown in the 1990s, when I saw the very first Gray alien that did NOT come from my own pen, on the cover of Whitley Strieber’s “Communion”.  My Mom still had those drawings, and for the first time:  I KNEW!  But, I digress.

 

By Spring of 2014, I learned the "triangular thingie" was REAL!

 

 

   

  I should also note here, at this same point in time, maybe about an hour’s drive East of our home:  A bunch of people were meeting with tall blond, Space Brothers landing at a private airstrip in Big Rock, California.  I had NO idea of how important that little fact was back then.  I wasn’t just the tops in my classes, I was tops in the whole school in my studies.  I tell you that, to point out that with our current teachings of evolution in schools, that of ALL the ETs that I absolutely did NOT believe in, the tall blonds were it.  There was NO chance in Hell that an identical race to ours was going to develop on a far away planet independent from our own!  I also understood enough about the CIA skullduggery even then, to think that if ANYTHING was a cheesy government psy-op, it was going to be THEM!  How WRONG I was!!!

 

 

     By the Summer of 1959, my usefulness in California was ended, and hence, my stepdad’s job at ROHR Aircraft did too.  We joined up in a caravan with some family friends and made our ways back across the United States to my grandmother’s house in Rochester, New York.  It was SO good for me to see my Grams again.  Grandma understood me like nobody else ever could .  Her mother was the adept matriarch of our clan,.. a full blown witches’ witch, and Grams, though not adept, herself, was no slouch in our family craft either.  Neither was I.  I was born adept like my great grandmother, who died the day and hour I was born into this world, and Grams was the ONLY one who truly understood that.  She was very interested in my martian story, because from time to time, I would still have these hideous nosebleeds up until early adulthood.  I began the second grade in Public School #14, on University & Scio Streets that next year, and hold the highest GPA in that school and many more to come after that.  These were the end results of the Rockefeller Eugenics Group that financed much of our local project at MKULTRA.  It’s time we fast track forward a dozen years or so…

 

     I was staying with one of my Uncles in Colorado Springs, Colorado in 1972, about to turn 19.  The programs were training me well, and I was doing odd jobs every so often, and at one point, the kinds of anger issues they gave me came out in spades, and I got into trouble with the law about the kinds of destruction of people and property that I was capable of, and I had to slow down everything, quit drinking to excess, and teach the newer ULTRAs at a special site in Fort Carson, near by.  During this time, the Space Brothers came up again.  There were flyers up all around town about a meeting they were going to have.  I was immensely skeptical, but it was my first opportunity to check them out in person.  But as it happened, I could not attend, because I had training to do at Fort Carson, so I missed them again.  However, about 72 other people did NOT miss it, and they went missing soon afterwards.  I suspected foul play, and secretly glad I couldn’t make it to that.  Time to advance another few years…

 

     It’s now around 1985 and I’m 32 years old and the top student in The Stratford Business College, using my math skills to ace Computer Programming with Business Applications.  The most grueling class schedule they ever made, and canceled soon afterwards when only three of us ever graduated it.  I am approached by a tall blond woman at school that wanted to discuss my “talents”.  Being a very savvy and cagey ULTRA agent, I was suspicious at her wording and her approach, but I let her talk anyway.  She started out with how I had chosen to come here for this life.  BAD IDEA!  I haven’t explained a whole lot of the MKULTRA programs here, to make you understand just how impossible it was to survive these in any recognizable form and the idea that I would actually CHOOSE to go through ALL of the horrors and heart breaks that I got from this!  My experiences had taught me that I was alive by the very “skin of my teeth”.   I’d have to be CRAZY to think I could come to Earth and be in MKULTRA and come out on top of ANYTHING but a bloody and violent death!  And if there was some Council that set this up:  THEY had to be crazy to think I could survive it, much more so to win anything!  So, I abruptly cut her off and left the conversation.  Still thinking that the “spooks” (CIA) were playing mind games with me again.  MKULTRA was ALL about various “mind games” and NONE of them worked out well for any of us involved in them.   Advancing forward to the early 1990s…

 

 

     It’s the early 1990s, and the Internet is beginning taking form.  I was raising my own family of three daughters and a son.  I had a job as a systems manager at a builders hardware company in Rochester, and I was the Moderator of the Intellec Conference on the Paranormal.  My master witch ranking gave me a very strong standing in helping people understand and studying various paranormal events.  Once a month, we’d schedule a Group Astral Projection to some well known power places on the globe and compare notes.  It was a very successful endeavor for me.  I was a pretty happy guy for a change.   And then the topics of space aliens came up!  Don’t get me wrong:  I definitely believed they existed, and especially so since Whitley Strieber’s Communion came out and I had my drawings from age five and six with my Mom.  But I did NOT believe in Ashtar Command, or ANY of the tall blond supermodel aliens.  Not at all!  But here they come again, and someone is channeling them into my conference.  I cannot BAN them, because they are perfectly “on topic” and not breaking any rules, so I tolerate them… BARELY!  And then again with the ‘how we chose to do this” and I broke several rules dressing them down for saying so, and eventually the “spooks” infiltrated our conference and started talking about how we cannot talk about these things, and I let them have the riot act on free speech and that it was MY conference.  It was ON TOPIC, and THEY could LEAVE it.  They threatened that I would never be able to cross into Canada to do any more lectures, I’d lose my job, home and family for not obeying them.  By the Fall of 1994, ALL of those things came true.  I was totally nonplussed about how this could happen in America!  It used to be that the government would simply flatly deny everything and let you feel like an idiot for bringing it up to them.  But THIS was a very different tactic that by no means convinced me in any way that we were mistaken.  The government was better off sticking to denial, because when they took the effort to threaten and follow up on it:  They proved to me beyond doubt that they had EVERYTHING to hide.  We weren’t “crazy”.  We were striking a NERVE with them!

 

     When you are held captive in a very sick and autocratic system like the CIA and MKULTRA, you carry a great deal of angst and anger about them for the rest of your life.  There’s no opportunity to ruin their days that I won’t jump on and twist for all I’m worth.  My life’s goal is to destroy them, and it WILL be so by the time I am done here.  They had taken everything I ever had, turned my family against me and left me out for dead.  Well actually,  several times they were a whole lot more involved in my expected demise than that, but at this point:  I understood how desperate they were NOT to let people understand this stuff is REAL.  So, with my programming expertise, I committed myself to going online and shouting their biggest taboos from the rooftops, so to speak.  They’d send people to get me fired at my jobs.  I’d get another job and start all over again.  But I still wasn’t very big about the tall blond aliens at all.  The little gray guys were no surprises to me anymore, and of course there has to be even more kinds of life out there too.  So I upped my game against MKULTRA.  Advancing a few years to 2012…

 

     I was working in Radiation Oncology and Administrative councils at Rochester General Hospital, and loving the job and the people I got to work with.  I had published my first book, “ Matriarch of the Witch Clan”  and unaware that I was dying, slowly of several very suspicious causes.  By the Spring of that year, I had to quit my job, because the narcolepsy I was suffering from all of the mandatory vaccinations needed to work around patients was making it impossible not to fall asleep on the job, or I’d black-out for a bit and miss some much needed work time from the cataplexy, And then came the tremors, and after that, the seizures!  Keto-acidosis from my Type II diabetes had ravaged my body of about a third of my body weight and left me languishing in a Critical Care Unit in Brockport, New York.   

 

 

From my hospital bed, I would close my eyes and see incredible star vistas and stellar nebulae so vividly.  From this point, I was terminal and bedridden for the next five years.  I was hobbling over to a local park to find edible plants to supplement my diet with.  I had nothing and it would be another 18 months before Social Security would grant my Disability Pension.  

 

By the Spring of 2014, I got my MRIs back from Samaritan Hospital in Watertown, New York after MUCH malarkey from my doctors and the hospital refusing to let the judge see them and denying they happened.  But my insurance paid for it all and I was entitled… and talented enough to dominate the nurses and receptionist to give me the actual disk my MRIs were recorded upon.  I used them to win my case with Social Security.  However, when I poured over the pictures, I was SHOCKED beyond words to see whole patterns of foreign implants within the deep places in my brain!  To make matters even WORSE, another ULTRA from the UK was currently showing his MRIs and telling people how he was being controlled by these!  I was having black outs and going through all sorts of things that left me in terror of what I might be doing out on the streets without having any clue that I was up and doing anything at all!  Would I be going to prison for some strange murder they put me up to?  I really had no clue and that worried me GREATLY!  I never wanted to be one of those disposable, one-time use ULTRAs, and it looked like I had no way to stop it from happening anyway.  I was VERY afraid!

 

 

Of course, in this diatribe, I am skipping a great deal of life and living, because