Chicago September 16, 2016

Chicago, September  16, 2016

I met Halston [not his real name] on Zoosk, a dating site.  Halston is an orchestra leader.  He asked me to come down to the Green Mill, a historic venue. When I arrived they were filming outside of the venue and private security wastched me enter the club.  The Mayor of Chicago and the Mayor of London were having a planned meet at the Green Mill.

I met Halston and the band.  I was asked to be in a photograph with someone who said he was the Mayor.  He was not.  I know because I walked outside in the Mayor's retinue admonishing Halston for not telling me the Mayors were there.  They were escorted by bodyguards, to their vehicles, watching me yell at Halston.

Within seven days of meeting Halston, he asked me to marry  him.  He asks everyone to marry him.  Within ten days Halston asked me to be his personal manager and agent.  His music was absoutely astonishing.  It awakened me.  It awakened my heart.  Music has been my life.  Halston's music healed me.  He plays Gershwin.  I slowly started remembering who I was.  I had been a singer since I was 8 months old.  I was trained in theatre in high school and I attended NYU, trained by Stella Adler in Method Acting which is actually Russian mind control.  I didn't know at the time I was talking with Halston, any of the events that I came to realize through my research.  First of all that I was MKULTRA and a government CIA asset and second that I had been housed at Langley as a small child.  I had been erased.  When I met Halston I was just coming out of my shock of living for 20 years with a psychopathic husband Sam, who worked covertly for MKULTRA.  

After Halston asked me to be his manager, I began strategizing my new company name. I would need to have a dba in order to fund myself and fund Halston. I had my own business in California for 40 years, LA Shepard Enterprises.  Now, I wasn't in California any more.  I had just started walking and talking again.  I had been microwaved, drugged and erased for over 20 years.  Now, I actually thought about maybe having a future.  I prayed on the name.  Shepard Entertainment Endeavors.  SEE.  I thought, great acroynm; and it was, because I do SEE the past, present and future.

Halston is very special.  He is extremely talented and brilliant.  He has been leading orchestras since he was seven.  I liked him too.  In a month of knowing him, his music had literally opened my heart and healed it from the shittiest relationship on the face of the planet.  For that I was greatful.  But Halston had social issues and was a very difficult first client.  I knew I needed help. 

I told Halston that I knew someone really special who could guide me. John.  I said I didn't want to "pull that rabbit out of the hat" because I had an affair with John thirty years before, and I had fallen madly in love with him. John was my agent.  John was married. It was wrong.  I had to quit my band Stinger and it had been the hardest thing I ever did in my life, or so I thought at the time.

I emailed John and gave him my address and phone number figuring that he would mail me a letter.   Ten minutes later the phone rang, I looked at it. It was John. My stomach fluttered.  A myriad of feelings flooded through me. I had just begun to "feel" again after I had left my husband, Sam, a retired Carlsbad police officer and CIA operative, had tortured, mind controlled and terrorized me.  I cried so many tears that I couldn't cry any more.  When I arrived in Chicago, I couldn't feel for three months.  Sam had disabled me after taking all my money, possessions, musical equipment, photographs, my mind and my body.  He had literally burned me down to the ground.

Sam told me he didn't love me, he didn't want to marry me. He knew I loved John. He never gave me a ring.   My husband Steve X knew I loved John, he fell in love with me, but he was told not to give me a  promise or a ring.  Brad [not his real name], my first handler, who I fell in love with did however want to marry me.  He knew I loved John, but he didn't care.  He knew I loved him too.  Everybody knows I love John, including John's family.  John knows I love him too.  I have loved him since I was three.

These days, I question everything.  I question if in fact, love is real.  John was my handler.  Maybe he just erased and programmed me to think that I loved him.  Maybe love is not real.

I was shocked that John called me within minutes of receiving the email.  He feigned knowing me even though my photo was on my email.  He and Brad have known where I was every second of my life. I am a government asset.  At the time I talked to him, I did not know any of these things.  So I looked down at my phone.  It was John.  

When John called responding to my email, which was addressed to him with a byline regarding helping a client, he asked "Have you ever had an agent before?' I knew this was a game.  "Yes, John, you." I said.   If this had been 1960, 70, 80, or 90, like a million times before when we met, and I had forgotten him, because I had been erased, I would not have responded in the affirmative, acknowledging I knew him.  This time, though I remembered.   He said "Penny? Is that you?"  I said "Yes." Fully knowing that my photo was on the email.  I knew he knew who I was.  This, however, was the first time I remembered who he was. 

 We had played this game before, many, many times.  I meet him as a baby, in underground military bases in Miami and at Langley, I am erased. I meet him at three, I am erased, I meet him at five, erased, at some point we get married, erased.  He comes to my middle school and kidnaps me, in seventh  grade, erased.  He crashes into BRAD's car in 1977, gives me his business card, erased. He is my boss in Florida, I sleep with him, erased; he meets me on trains in New York, and New Jersy, erases me.  He Time Travels with me and Brad, in New York at Montauk, erased; he is my boss in Costa Mesa, California, I sleep with him, erased. Every time I met him in the past, I had completely forgotten him; because I had been erased.  

This time he says to me "Oh I didn't recognize the last name."  He knew exactly what my name was.  He picked it out for me.  I am an MKULTRA, mind controlled, I am HIS asset.  When we talk I am impressed that after thirty years he still offers to help me.  He is still faithful and diligent.  I asked him to mentor me and he said yes. 

I always return to him.  Like Frankenstein returns to his master.  Or an MKULTRA/slave returns to her Master.   

After two months of flirting with him, I realize in Branson, he is still married and the pain of leaving him the first time hurts even worse.  I am not sleeping with him, but he understands me more than anyone ever in my life.  I realize I am having an intellectual affair with him.  I have fallen in love with him again.  

My ex Sam contacts me, my first handler Brad contacts me, Tommy who I still don't know who he is, contacts me.  I am being gang contacted, run and controlled.

Everyone now knows I am totally in love with John.  I tell Sam, I want to get my things, and he says he will help me.  I say I don't want your help I am with my manager and he will help me.  He screams "John" I say no, my first manager, Brad.  I also tell him later "when you die I am going to marry John."  

I don't know how that is actually possible.

I see the future, and the past and the present.  I saw a civil war starting 02.02.2020.  I researched to get the date.  I saw thousands dead.  There was a tornado, it came to Branson, it tore up the town.  John, Brad, Tommy, Johnny and Ben C. were all there.  Marshall law was declared.  Trump was there.

In 2016 I saw Chicago go down in a wave; I saw Florida go down in a wave when I was three.

I have been reading the signs, reading code. I told John.  "John I am reading the signs, it is now."  I said "I have a stress ball now John.  I play with it every time I talk to you.  I cry for four days after I talk to you." He said "I am not worth your tears."

I ponder everything John says.  I put it in a positive and in a negative.  All I know, is that I see the future, people who are time travelers recognize me, I gave pocket watches to three time travelers, and I married them and acted as a covert cover wife for them. 

I know that I have traveled to other planets, and in different dimensions.  People say time travel is not real.  Guess what.  It is.