Re: Once Upon A Time
I was still pretty young when I realised my family had programmed me as a Manchurian Candidate, although I didn't know that term yet. They had a suspiciously well-planned route for me. I was told since I was a toddler that I would be attending Cambridge University at the same college as my father, grandfather and great-grandfather before me, but of course I would be the first female in the line. So progressive, my [family]. The new world, so different from the old world.
They had me studying advanced physics at home from the age of 3. My father told me over and over I would win the Nobel Prize for Physics, and I was pushed hard into the sciences. But by the age of 8 or 9 it was clear I was ultimately being groomed for politics; I was shown the back-end of the political machine at the local level, taught to win votes and hearts and introduced to national political leaders. My father showed me off like a performing dog and I obediently impressed people with my slick rhetoric. "You'll be Prime Minister one day," they would say.
I knew they had big plans for me, and I knew they were monsters, the lot of them. Family Jekyll and Hyde. So when I was 9, I made my own plans instead. Anything had to be better than what they wanted.
Here's the thing with their programming: if you know what's coming, you can throw the game early and twist it all onto a different path. Then they have to scramble to hook you into a different net of control, desperately trying to twist it all back to the end point they desire. Sabotaging my academic record was easy, and it's quite hard to get accepted into a top tier university if you refuse to even apply. Even in the world of extreme grift, the formalities must be observed regardless of who your grandfather is. As soon as I was 18 I got myself a criminal record - all for good causes, naturally - to shatter my chances at any kind of conventional career in politics. I knew what they wanted: a liberal, pro-Europe anti-Thatcher. Someone the people would trust. A rational, scientific, logical monster.
So I became a loose cannon. You want rationality? I'll bomb you with wild emotion.
By the time I was 20 I knew I was running out of luck. I had proved that I could get away with a lot of things that other people couldn't; when they've invested a lot in an asset they're reluctant to pull the plug. But it reached the point where I knew that if I became seriously effective at exposing them I would either meet with a car accident or be disappeared into a psychiatric institution, like so many before me. I had to back off from my real targets, play stupid and accept a C_A handler so I could leave the country.
It's been a shitty life, it really has, and I never expected to live this long. But I've also lived to see their hold over the world crumble and crack. I've seen people waking up to the reality of child trafficking. When I was trying to get help to shut down the pedo-ring in my elite London girls' school at the age of 15, no one would listen to me and I suffered for speaking up. No one would believe me then. It's a lot harder to ignore those cries for help now. In recent years, I've watched as millions of people switched off their T.V.'s and withdrew their children from the mandatory indoctrination of schools, two key battlegrounds I've been strategising against since early childhood. More and more people are educating themselves about the criminal organisation that is the Central Banking system and taking action to protect themselves against mass theft.
I'm glad I made it through the suicide programming. I'm glad I didn't quit, even though life still sucks quite a lot and those inbred bastards bequeathed me an inheritance of broken blueprints that I am working overtime to fix. The sun still rises, and the resistance grows stronger. We're really going to do it, we're really going to break their hold over us, and I'll be alive to see it. I'll be alive to help make something better out of the ashes. And, compared to the prognosis I was looking at 20 years ago, the future really is bright.
So don't give up.
We're going to make it. On our own terms, not theirs.