I was sold to human traffickers as a child and the human traffickers sold me to a program run by behavioral scientists to try and create a supper being. They failed. Part of the program was to have me as an infant develop outside the womb with our human contact. The first part of my life was in a hospital setting and then it was cages in the basement of two houses.
The basement flooded and my twin sister died a horrible death. I almost died and in part it was a broken heart. I had never touched by twin and we had a special way of communicating. That was also part of the program. ESP and all. I am also Irish and the idiots thought I had a 6th sense. Everyone does.
So the behavioral scientist came to know that if a child was left in a cage with no human contact they died. So the human traffickers but a black baby who was severely damaged when born in the cage beside me. He did not respond to the normal method of having ice water thrown in him to keep him from crying. Normal in that the human traffickers knew this worked. They have been doing this for many generations and the new twist was the program and the protection it allowed.
The only way my black brother would stop screaming is if he was in my cage. I would hold him and he would be quiet.
When he was asleep I would sometimes sneak our of my cage and to outside to get sun. It was very painful after being in the dark most of my life. I just knew I needed it. I could not take may brother. I went outside and got sun it was brutal and it was hot. I went up against the granite foundation and fell asleep. Remember I lived in cages and had most of of my life I was about three. I could hear my brother screaming and could not put together what a danger that was to me. Not even the cold water treatment. What happened was worse. The professor who was in the family of the human traffickers was awoken from what was most likely a drug and alcohol stupor. He staked my brother and in the sun with ropes in the hot sun. My brother would not stop screaming and so he and I were kicked as we we lay on the ground. I never made a sound. My brother would not stop screaming and did not until he was kicked in the head so many times he lost consciousness and never recovered. Dark came and it was cold to us laying on the ground. In the morning we were put back in the cages. My brother in one and I in the other. He started screaming. Guessing the professor just left and then Page came home from what ever horror she was experiencing and knew to put my brother in the age with me. I was sunburnt and in much pain. My eyes were swollen shut as were my brothers. I and my brother were in agony. He was close to death. I held him as his soul would leave his body and then come back to a body in agony. My soul also would leave and come back to be with my brother.
The father of the professor who at least in the 50’s was considered a DR at least to do abortions came and got my brother and listened to his heart and determined he was dead. Page and gone and got him I just remembered that. So the Dr took my brother out of the cage by dragging him by his feet. He then picked up my brother by the feet and started to carry him off. I followed as I went with my brother. As we walked across the lawn where the stakes were still in the ground. I just remembered that I reached up to hold my brothers hand. He came to life and the Dr dropped him. I laid down and held him and he died. The Dr checked again more closely and determined he was dead. The Dr than threw my brother over the banking into a trash pile in a wet area. I moved to go be with my brother and collapsed. I was taken to the infirmary and nursed back to health. The professor who was psychotic froze my brothers body and thought I could bring him back to life or steal his soul of some other crazy thing.
He was put on a bench which Page was later to be tortured to death on. I could not bring him back to life and his body smelled of death as it thawed and his body was thrown into a stream. Just remembered that.
For me it was off to live in a closet form more crazy Mkultra stuff and torture rape etc.
How accurate is this? No idea. There are parts of it that are in my photographic memory and not in dispute. The rest might be a little wrong. I seem to know or perhaps have learned when I have it where it needs to be for me.
We are not dumb we know this means we will now process the time in the closet some more. it was a horror.
The guilt I carried about my brother has been a weight that was with me always. It is starting to leave and is hard work.
At some time there will be a soul retrieval.
I have been working on healing from this since my brother died.