Re-Activation of a Super Soldier

Re-Activation of a Super Soldier

Part I

I was reactivated October 16, 2016. I was put into play and returned to my first handler, whom I almost married when I was 17, after 40 years.  He asked me to come visit him in Arizona and spend Christmas with him. I will call him Brad.  I told Brad before I went to Arizona that I was in love with someone.  He already knew it was John, my second handler, because he knew me,  everything about me.  He knew my character, he knew the depth of my devotion, he knew I believed in God and fighting for righteousness.  He knew me inside and out.  Just as John had come to know me inside and out.

I did not know that John and Brad even knew each other, much less that they had both known me before my birth and that Brad and John had been in the MKULTRA programs before me, and had assumed responsibility for my training.

Brad was involved in John’s training.  John and Brad were involved in my training.  In a covert email I received in Branson, sent to me through Wet Seal, a clothing store, John informed me that he was honored to have been of service to me for 55 years.  I was 58; meaning he knew me when I was three, in the project.  

This could explain why I fell in love with him each time I met him, each time I had been erased down to a baby and had to relearn how to walk and talk all over again, in some remote deep underground military base, either on planet earth or time traveling across the galaxy.  Everything was erased from me.  My entire life; languages were erased from me.  I believe I knew Italian and German, and that I read Latin and possibly Aramaic and Annanauki.  Thank goodness that we speak telepathically to one another meaning there is no need for language or words.  They are interpreted in our heads.  Our natural frequencies are embellished with VHF Microwave frequencies to actually enable us to communicate from one Planet to another.

Over the Christmas Holidays, in 2016, Brad took me to his place, and left me there.  He said he had to return to California to continue packing and to ready his exotic cars for transit.  After 40 years, he left me at his place alone, for a week.  I asked him Brad, what do you want me to do.  He said one word “Organize”.  And I did.  I went through all of his personal things.  When he returned, I cooked for him, I cleaned his house, I made his bed, I purchased plates at the thrift store.  I obtained a Christmas Tree and decorated it for his return on Christmas Eve.  I washed his laundry.  When I thought that he had cancer of the stomach because he wasn’t eating, I prayed over him and rubbed his body to heal him.  

I was devoted to him.  When he took me to a Casino where John started one of his businesses, I felt faint.  I grabbed ahold of Brad’s arm.  I thought I was going to faint.  I was overwhelmed with emotion.  I remembered how much I loved Brad.  I saw all of my handlers faces. I remember how much I loved John.  I still wasn’t sure why.

I was introduced to an Elton John impersonator, who later asked me to represent him.  He didn’t really want me to represent him.  He was sent to me by Brad and John for a strategic reason.

Sunny Day, from the Delphonics died in California.  I told Brad I needed to go to California.  He gave me his car, his keys, money and gas cards.  He trusted me.  

Brad took me John’s neighborhood.  I had forgotten California and I had lived there for 40 years.  I had forgotten John.  I had been erased and I couldn’t figure out how.  When I saw Brad in October, 2016 on a FaceTime I did not remember he had an accent.  This is a man I almost married.

After my reactivation, I drove to Branson, twice.  I was in contact with Brad, John, and Tommy, simultaneously.  All CIA, all MKULTRA guiding and directing my every move.

While on the road I made contact with my next handler.  Geo.  He stayed in contact with me, as I researched and slept in my car, traveling from Starbucks to Starbucks.

I had been researching MKULTRA and I knew that MKULTRA makes assassins. I knew my handlers had people in the White House. The second time I was in Branson I rejoined the CIA, as if I ever left it.  I told Geo that I was afraid that I was being set up to kill Trump. The second time I was in Branson, I did many, many things.  I stood outside myself and wondered why I was doing these things.  I was a researcher, a writer, an exorcist, and investigator, a seer of paranormal activity, I could see buildings on fire and see their history.  I could see the Civil War, the past, present and future.  I told John in a telephone conversation, “John I am literally seeing the signs”. I was reading code.  I deciphered a cyber, I learned an Annanuaki Code language, most of all though, I knew when I told John where I was and how I got there that he knew my license plate.  I knew I was protected.

When I was in Branson, the second time, a Legends performer named James, who worked as a Temptation, was driving my car.  He took me to a gun shop.  He showed me a gun with a pink handle on it.  I did not want to touch it.  I was afraid that they would have my finger prints on the gun and then I would be framed for a murder.  I did touch it.  They took the gun and put it behind the counter.  I also wanted to look at shotguns.  I saw the Civil War and I saw John, Brad Tommy, Johnny and Ben Carson coming into Branson with a military contingency of National Guard.  They were wearing long duster raincoats because there was a tornado that tore up the town. It was raining.  Soldiers were all over Branson, people were displaced, crying.  Trump was there and he called Marshall law.

When I talked to John I told him I saw myself on the cover of Time Magazine, but I didn’t know what I was doing there.  I also saw myself marrying John at the Bradford Inn.  Trump was there and there were five coffins.  So Trump was not killed.  He was alive in the middle of the Civil War and John and I were getting married.

As I write this I am in a behavioral facility.  CIA doctors that drugged me for 12 years, diagnosed me as schitzo effective.  I was never apprised of this diagnosis while I was being drugged.  My husband, retired San Diego PD, was a CIA operative.  He was in charge of drugging me and destroying me physically, mentally, emotionally and financially.  I was ousted from the work force.  I am now labelled crazy.  I am not.  My mother was MKULTRA and labeled schizophrenic, she was not.  My brother David was labelled paranoid schizophrenic, he was not.  My older brother told me he was not paranoid nor schizophrenic.  He said he worked for the NSA and that everything that David wrote about was true.  

David wrote a book called the Whistleblower.  It was about the vast global conspiracy that is occurring now.  It opened with the Vatican.  It spoke about President Tush. It closed with a man opening a black box.  Inside the box was a note, it read “The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth.”  My family are people who learned and loved the Bible, the word of God and righteousness.  My older brother said that David died protecting a woman.  He did.  Me.  David said everyone in his life was a government plant.  He was right.  He was MKULTRA, and a super solider like me.  He was also right about The Meek shall inherit the earth.

When I read his screenplay, I thought, David needed an extra terrestrial presence in his book.  He had one.  The MIEC is the Military Industrial Extra Terrestrial Complex.  The shadow government that we have are Extra Terrestrials.

I asked a psychologist at this facility, named John his thoughts.  I said what is schitzo, he said delusional.  I said, if I was delusional, then the things that I say would not be actually coming true would they.  He said no Penny, you are not crazy.  I said what is effective. He said it means you are emotional.  I said I am an empath, I feel people’s emotions very deeply, that effects me deeply.  I feel their pain and their sadness.  I said CIA doctors, destroyed me to the point that I was on 50 different drugs.  

Dr. Johnson, from Scripps Clinic in California was my husband’s primary doctor.  I was not permitted to talk to him or any of my doctors initially.  My husband Sam talked for me.  He said you don’t make any sense Penny.  I was an EMT, and a DRE, trained at John Hopkins, hey will understand me.  He just like my second husband, Steve and his PhD psychologist mother and father, we adept at NLP, neuronlinquistic programing, one of the most potent forms of hypnotism.   They were doctors, and geneticists, who worked covertly for the CIA.  They also knew John, Brad and his family.

Dr. Johnson told me Penny you are hallucinating, you are crazy.  When I went home I found that seven on the drugs he had me on CAUSED hallucinations. I was consistently told Penny over and over again, Penny  you are crazy.  But I never believed it. I went to five different psychiatrists who said Penny there is nothing wrong with you.  Sam doctor shopped me and sent me to his CIA doctors.  They continued to diagnose me with a myriad of maladies I did not have.

All the doctors at Scripps Clinic experimented on me.  The drugged me and I became sicker and sicker eventually walking on a walker in adult diapers.  That was only half of what Sam VanHooser, my husband, did to me.

Sam worked for MKULTRA and was a handler and a mind control expert.  Probably one of the best.  He was an evil man.  I am happy that the CIA gave him cancer and killed him.

This is one part of my story regarding how the CIA aims to take away any credibility you may have by taking someone of strong, sterling character, and destroying any reputation they may have.

When I quit my band Stinger, I was replaced by someone who looked like me, but was an alcoholic.   I met her.  I saw her at McCormics Landing in Irvine.  I picked her out of a crowd of 700 people, standing on the  balcony.  I approached her and asked her to sing.  She was drunk.  I asked her her name.  She said her name was Julie.  Julie was Brad’s wife’s name.  It wasn’t Brad’s wife, but it was a message.  I was told when I gave my band an ultimatum to go with John or go with me (fully knowing that they would go with John, my official resignation from Stinger) that  they had hired a new girl named Julie.  She worked with them for a few weeks and was fired. Thereby making it appear that I was an alcoholic and then the band fired me rather than that I quit.

Throughout my entire life I have always tried to be a standup person.  At every turn the CIA discredits me by destroying everything about me, to hide any truths that I may ascertain. They destroyed and discredited my mother.  She was attacked with a hammer and had to have her face rebuilt. My brother David had his face stomped on with a MIB who had a steel toed boot.  His face was crushed and rebuild putting new technology into him.  My mother was dispossessed of her house, made homeless and resided in the care of the state.  My brother David was made homeless, and murdered on Mission Beach.  Me, for some reason, they suicided via OMEGA protocol and then brought me back to life.  There was a general in a civilian hospital that looked like Ishi from WWII over seeing my care.  

Which begs the question, why  did they bring me back?  We are they letting me uncover the truth about my past and myself?  I understand that disclosure is taking place to those who have the wear with all to actually SEE and comprehend the truth.

The only reason I can figure out that I was brought back to life was given to me by an individual who said he knew Ron Pandolfi.  He said that he was told in that they had used the Looking Glass technology which is at Area 51.  The Looking Glass technology sees the past, present and future.  He said they ascertained that out of 12 possible timelines, he was in six of them.

The timelines are converging.  I saw myself marry John.  I also knew that I was going to marry Sam. I knew I was supposed to marry Steve.  I knew I was not supposed to marry Brad.  Was I simply programmed to see these events, like the Civil War?  Or did I SEE the future because I time traveled with each of these men.

Why do I get so angry with them, and swear at them and then in the morning I still love them in my heart.  Is the heart real?  Is it just a program?

Re-Activation of Super Soldier

Part I

I was reactivated October 16, 2016. I was put into play and returned to my first handler, whom I almost married when I was 17, after 40 years.  He asked me to come visit him in Arizona and spend Christmas with him. I will call him Brad.  I told Brad before I went to Arizona that I was in love with someone.  He already knew it was John, my second handler, because he knew me,  everything about me.  He knew my character, he knew the depth of my devotion, he knew I believed in God and fighting for righteousness.  He knew me inside and out.  Just as John had come to know me inside and out.

I did not know that John and Brad even knew each other, much less that they had both known me before my birth and that Brad and John had been in the MKULTRA programs before me, and had assumed responsibility for my training.

Brad was involved in John’s training.  John and Brad were involved in my training.  In a covert email I received in Branson, sent to me through Wet Seal, a clothing store, John informed me that he was honored to have been of service to me for 55 years.  I was 58; meaning he knew me when I was three, in the project.  

This could explain why I fell in love with him each time I met him, each time I had been erased down to a baby and had to relearn how to walk and talk all over again, in some remote deep underground military base, either on planet earth or time traveling across the galaxy.  Everything was erased from me.  My entire life; languages were erased from me.  I believe I knew Italian and German, and that I read Latin and possibly Aramaic and Annanauki.  Thank goodness that we speak telepathically to one another meaning there is no need for language or words.  They are interpreted in our heads.  Our natural frequencies are embellished with VHF Microwave frequencies to actually enable us to communicate from one Planet to another.

Over the Christmas Holidays, in 2016, Brad took me to his place, and left me there.  He said he had to return to California to continue packing and to ready his exotic cars for transit.  After 40 years, he left me at his place alone, for a week.  I asked him Brad, what do you want me to do.  He said one word “Organize”.  And I did.  I went through all of his personal things.  When he returned, I cooked for him, I cleaned his house, I made his bed, I purchased plates at the thrift store.  I obtained a Christmas Tree and decorated it for his return on Christmas Eve.  I washed his laundry.  When I thought that he had cancer of the stomach because he wasn’t eating, I prayed over him and rubbed his body to heal him.  

I was devoted to him.  When he took me to a Casino where John started one of his businesses, I felt faint.  I grabbed ahold of Brad’s arm.  I thought I was going to faint.  I was overwhelmed with emotion.  I remembered how much I loved Brad.  I saw all of my handlers faces. I remember how much I loved John.  I still wasn’t sure why.

I was introduced to an Elton John impersonator, who later asked me to represent him.  He didn’t really want me to represent him.  He was sent to me by Brad and John for a strategic reason.

Sunny Day, from the Delphonics died in California.  I told Brad I needed to go to California.  He gave me his car, his keys, money and gas cards.  He trusted me.  

Brad took me John’s neighborhood.  I had forgotten California and I had lived there for 40 years.  I had forgotten John.  I had been erased and I couldn’t figure out how.  When I saw Brad in October, 2016 on a FaceTime I did not remember he had an accent.  This is a man I almost married.

After my reactivation, I drove to Branson, twice.  I was in contact with Brad, John, and Tommy, simultaneously.  All CIA, all MKULTRA guiding and directing my every move.

While on the road I made contact with my next handler.  Geo.  He stayed in contact with me, as I researched and slept in my car, traveling from Starbucks to Starbucks.

I had been researching MKULTRA and I knew that MKULTRA makes assassins. I knew my handlers had people in the White House. The second time I was in Branson I rejoined the CIA, as if I ever left it.  I told Geo that I was afraid that I was being set up to kill Trump. The second time I was in Branson, I did many, many things.  I stood outside myself and wondered why I was doing these things.  I was a researcher, a writer, an exorcist, and investigator, a seer of paranormal activity, I could see buildings on fire and see their history.  I could see the Civil War, the past, present and future.  I told John in a telephone conversation, “John I am literally seeing the signs”. I was reading code.  I deciphered a cyber, I learned an Annanuaki Code language, most of all though, I knew when I told John where I was and how I got there that he knew my license plate.  I knew I was protected.

When I was in Branson, the second time, a Legends performer named James, who worked as a Temptation, was driving my car.  He took me to a gun shop.  He showed me a gun with a pink handle on it.  I did not want to touch it.  I was afraid that they would have my finger prints on the gun and then I would be framed for a murder.  I did touch it.  They took the gun and put it behind the counter.  I also wanted to look at shotguns.  I saw the Civil War and I saw John, Brad Tommy, Johnny and Ben Carson coming into Branson with a military contingency of National Guard.  They were wearing long duster raincoats because there was a tornado that tore up the town. It was raining.  Soldiers were all over Branson, people were displaced, crying.  Trump was there and he called Marshall law.

When I talked to John I told him I saw myself on the cover of Time Magazine, but I didn’t know what I was doing there.  I also saw myself marrying John at the Bradford Inn.  Trump was there and there were five coffins.  So Trump was not killed.  He was alive in the middle of the Civil War and John and I were getting married.

As I write this I am in a behavioral facility.  CIA doctors that drugged me for 12 years, diagnosed me as schitzo effective.  I was never apprised of this diagnosis while I was being drugged.  My husband, retired San Diego PD, was a CIA operative.  He was in charge of drugging me and destroying me physically, mentally, emotionally and financially.  I was ousted from the work force.  I am now labelled crazy.  I am not.  My mother was MKULTRA and labeled schizophrenic, she was not.  My brother David was labelled paranoid schizophrenic, he was not.  My older brother told me he was not paranoid nor schizophrenic.  He said he worked for the NSA and that everything that David wrote about was true.  

David wrote a book called the Whistleblower.  It was about the vast global conspiracy that is occurring now.  It opened with the Vatican.  It spoke about President Tush. It closed with a man opening a black box.  Inside the box was a note, it read “The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth.”  My family are people who learned and loved the Bible, the word of God and righteousness.  My older brother said that David died protecting a woman.  He did.  Me.  David said everyone in his life was a government plant.  He was right.  He was MKULTRA, and a super solider like me.  He was also right about The Meek shall inherit the earth.

When I read his screenplay, I thought, David needed an extra terrestrial presence in his book.  He had one.  The MIEC is the Military Industrial Extra Terrestrial Complex.  The shadow government that we have are Extra Terrestrials.

I asked a psychologist at this facility, named John his thoughts.  I said what is schitzo, he said delusional.  I said, if I was delusional, then the things that I say would not be actually coming true would they.  He said no Penny, you are not crazy.  I said what is effective. He said it means you are emotional.  I said I am an empath, I feel people’s emotions very deeply, that effects me deeply.  I feel their pain and their sadness.  I said CIA doctors, destroyed me to the point that I was on 50 different drugs.  

Dr. Johnson, from Scripps Clinic in California was my husband’s primary doctor.  I was not permitted to talk to him or any of my doctors initially.  My husband Sam talked for me.  He said you don’t make any sense Penny.  I was an EMT, and a DRE, trained at John Hopkins, hey will understand me.  He just like my second husband, Steve and his PhD psychologist mother and father, we adept at NLP, neuronlinquistic programing, one of the most potent forms of hypnotism.   They were doctors, and geneticists, who worked covertly for the CIA.  They also knew John, Brad and his family.

Dr. Johnson told me Penny you are hallucinating, you are crazy.  When I went home I found that seven on the drugs he had me on CAUSED hallucinations. I was consistently told Penny over and over again, Penny  you are crazy.  But I never believed it. I went to five different psychiatrists who said Penny there is nothing wrong with you.  Sam doctor shopped me and sent me to his CIA doctors.  They continued to diagnose me with a myriad of maladies I did not have.

All the doctors at Scripps Clinic experimented on me.  The drugged me and I became sicker and sicker eventually walking on a walker in adult diapers.  That was only half of what Sam VanHooser, my husband, did to me.

Sam worked for MKULTRA and was a handler and a mind control expert.  Probably one of the best.  He was an evil man.  I am happy that the CIA gave him cancer and killed him.

This is one part of my story regarding how the CIA aims to take away any credibility you may have by taking someone of strong, sterling character, and destroying any reputation they may have.

When I quit my band Stinger, I was replaced by someone who looked like me, but was an alcoholic.   I met her.  I saw her at McCormics Landing in Irvine.  I picked her out of a crowd of 700 people, standing on the  balcony.  I approached her and asked her to sing.  She was drunk.  I asked her her name.  She said her name was Julie.  Julie was Brad’s wife’s name.  It wasn’t Brad’s wife, but it was a message.  I was told when I gave my band an ultimatum to go with John or go with me (fully knowing that they would go with John, my official resignation from Stinger) that  they had hired a new girl named Julie.  She worked with them for a few weeks and was fired. Thereby making it appear that I was an alcoholic and then the band fired me rather than that I quit.

Throughout my entire life I have always tried to be a standup person.  At every turn the CIA discredits me by destroying everything about me, to hide any truths that I may ascertain. They destroyed and discredited my mother.  She was attacked with a hammer and had to have her face rebuilt. My brother David had his face stomped on with a MIB who had a steel toed boot.  His face was crushed and rebuild putting new technology into him.  My mother was dispossessed of her house, made homeless and resided in the care of the state.  My brother David was made homeless, and murdered on Mission Beach.  Me, for some reason, they suicided via OMEGA protocol and then brought me back to life.  There was a general in a civilian hospital that looked like Ishi from WWII over seeing my care.  

Which begs the question, why  did they bring me back?  We are they letting me uncover the truth about my past and myself?  I understand that disclosure is taking place to those who have the wear with all to actually SEE and comprehend the truth.

The only reason I can figure out that I was brought back to life was given to me by an individual who said he knew Ron Pandolfi.  He said that he was told in that they had used the Looking Glass technology which is at Area 51.  The Looking Glass technology sees the past, present and future.  He said they ascertained that out of 12 possible timelines, he was in six of them.

The timelines are converging.  I saw myself marry John.  I also knew that I was going to marry Sam. I knew I was supposed to marry Steve.  I knew I was not supposed to marry Brad.  Was I simply programmed to see these events, like the Civil War?  Or did I SEE the future because I time traveled with each of these men.

Why do I get so angry with them, and swear at them and then in the morning I still love them in my heart.  Is the heart real?  Is it just a program?