10 Ways to Protect Yourself From NLP Mind Control

10 Ways to Protect Yourself From NLP Mind Control

NLP or Neuro-Linguistic Programming is one of the world’s most prevalent methods of mind control, used by everyone from sales callers to politicians to media pundits, and it’s nasty to the core. Here’s ten ways to make sure nobody uses it on you… ever.

Neuro-Linguistic Programming (NLP) is a method for controlling people’s minds that was invented by Richard Bandler and John Grinder in the 1970s, became popular in the psychoanalytic, occult and New Age worlds in the 1980s, and advertising, marketing and politics in the 1990s and 2000s. It’s become so interwoven with how people are communicated to and marketed at that its use is largely invisible. It’s also somewhat of a pernicious, devilish force in the world—nearly everybody in the business of influencing people has studied at least some of its techniques. Masters of it are notorious for having a Rasputin-like ability to trick people in incredible ways—most of all themselves.

After explaining a bit about what NLP is and where it came from, I’m going to break down 10 ways to inoculate yourself against its use. You’ll likely be spotting it left, right and center in the media with a few tips on what to look for. Full disclosure: During my 20s, I spent years studying New Age, magical and religious systems for changing consciousness. One of them was NLP. I’ve been on both ends of the spectrum: I’ve had people ruthlessly use NLP to attempt to control me, and I’ve also trained in it and even used it in the advertising world. Despite early fascination, by 2008 or so I had largely come to the conclusion that it’s next to useless—a way of manipulating language that greatly overestimates its own effectiveness as a discipline, really doesn’t achieve much in the way of any kind of lasting change, and contains no real core of respect for people or even true understanding of how people work.

After throwing it to the wayside, however, I became convinced that understanding NLP is crucial simply so that people can resist its use. It’s kind of like the whole PUA thing that was popular in the mid-00s—a group of a few techniques that worked for a few unscrupulous people until the public figured out what was going on and rejected it, like the body identifying and rejecting foreign material.

What is NLP, and where did it come from?

“Neuro-linguistic programming” is a marketing term for a “science” that two Californians—Richard Bandler and John Grinder—came up with in the 1970s. Bandler was a stoner student at UC Santa Cruz (just like I later was in the 00s), then a mecca for psychedelics, hippies and radical thinking (now a mecca for Silicon Valley hopefuls). Grinder was at the time an associate professor in linguistics at the university (he had previously served as a Captain in the US Special Forces and in the intelligence community, ahem not that this, you know, is important… aheh…). Together, they worked at modeling the techniques of Fritz Perls (founder of Gestalt therapy), family therapist Virginia Satir and, most importantly, the preternaturally gifted hypnotherapist Milton Erickson. Bandler and Grinder sought to reject much of what they saw as the ineffectiveness of talk therapy and cut straight to the heart of what techniques actually worked to produce behavioral change. Inspired by the computer revolution—Bandler was a computer science major—they also sought to develop a psychological programming language for human beings.

What they came up with was a kind of evolution of hypnotherapy—while classical hypnosis depends on techniques for putting patients into suggestive trances (even to the point of losing consciousness on command), NLP is much less heavy-handed: it’s a technique of layering subtle meaning into spoken or written language so that you can implant suggestions into a person’s unconscious mind without them knowing what you’re doing.

Richard Bandler, co-creator of NLP, in 2007. (Via Wikimedia Commons)

Though mainstream therapists rejected NLP as pseudoscientific nonsense (it has been officially peer reviewed and discredited as an intervention technique—lots more on that here), it nonetheless caught on. It was still the 1970s, and the Human Potential Movement was in full swing—and NLP was the new darling. Immediately building a publishing, speaking and training empire, by 1980 Bandler had made over $800,000 from his creation—he was even being called on to train corporate leaders, the army and the CIA. Self-help gurus like Tony Robbins used NLP techniques to become millionaires in the 1980s (Robbins now has an estimated net worth of $480 million). By the middle of the decade, NLP was such big business that lawsuits and wars had erupted over who had the rights to teach it, or even to use the term “NLP.”

But by that time, Bandler had bigger problems than copyright disputes: he was on trial for the alleged murder of prostitute Corine Christensen in November 1986. The prosecution claimed that Bandler had shot Christensen, 34, point-blank in the face with a .357 Magnum in a drug deal gone bad. According to the press at the time, Bandler had discovered an even better way to get people to like him than NLP—cocaine—and become embroiled in a far darker game, even, than mind control. A much-recommended investigation into the case published by Mother Jones in 1989 opens with these chilling lines:

In the morning Corine Christensen last snorted cocaine, she found herself, straw in hand, looking down the barrel of a .357 Magnum revolver. When the gun exploded, momentarily piercing the autumn stillness, it sent a single bullet on a diagonal path through her left nostril and into her brain.

Christensen slumped over her round oak dining table, bleeding onto its glass top, a loose-leaf notebook, and a slip of yellow memo paper on which she had scrawled, in red ink, DON’T KILL US ALL. Choking, she spit blood onto a wine goblet, a tequila bottle, and the shirt of the man who would be accused of her murder, then slid sideways off the chair and fell on her back. Within minutes she lay still.

As Christensen lay dying, two men left her rented town house in a working-class section of Santa Cruz, California. One was her former boyfriend, James Marino, an admitted cocaine dealer and convicted burglar. The other, Richard Bandler, was known internationally as the cofounder of Neuro-Linguistic Programming (NLP), a controversial approach to psychology and communication. About 12 hours later, on the evening of November 3, 1986, Richard Bandler was arrested and charged with the murder.

Bandler’s defense was, simply, that Marino had killed Christensen, not him. Many at the time alleged he used NLP techniques on the stand to escape conviction. Yet Bandler was also alleged to actually use a gun in NLP sessions in order to produce dramatic psychological changes in clients—a technique that was later mirrored by Hollywood in the movie Fight Club, in which Brad Pitt’s character pulls a gun on a gas station attendant and threatens to kill him if he doesn’t pursue his dreams in life. That was, many said, Bandler’s MO.

Whatever the truth of the matter, Bandler was indeed let off, and the story was quickly buried—I’ve never spoken to a student of NLP who’s ever heard of the murder case, I’ll note, and I’ve spoken to a lot. The case hardly impeded the growing popularity of NLP, however, which was now big business, working its way not only into the toolkit of psychotherapists but also into nearly every corner of the political and advertising worlds, having grown far beyond the single personage of Richard Bandler, though he continued (and continues) to command outrageous prices for NLP trainings throughout the world.

Today, the techniques of NLP and Ericksonian-style hypnotic writing can be readily seen in the world of Internet marketing, online get-rich-quick schemes and scams. (For more on this, see the excellent article Scamworld: ‘Get rich quick’ schemes mutate into an online monster by my friend Joseph Flatley, one of the best articles I’ve ever read on the Web.) Their most prominent public usage has likely been by Barack Obama, whose 2008 “Change” campaign was a masterpiece of Ericksonian permissive hypnosis. The celebrity hypnotist and illusionist Derren Brown also demonstrates NLP techniques in his routine.

How exactly does this thing work?

NLP is taught in a pyramid structure, with the more advanced techniques reserved for multi-thousand-dollar seminars. To oversimplify an overcomplicated subject, it more or less works like this: first, the user (or “NLPer,” as NLP people often refer to themselves—and I should note here that the large majority of NLP people, especially those who are primarily therapists, are likely well-meaning) of NLP pays very, very close attention to the person they’re working with. By watching subtle cues like eye movement, skin flush, pupil dilation and nervous tics, a skilled NLP person can quickly determine:

a) What side of the brain a person is predominantly using;

b) What sense (sight, smell, etc.) is most predominant in their brain;

c) How their brain stores and utilizes information (ALL of this can be gleaned from eye movements);

d) When they’re lying or making information up.

After this initial round of information gathering, the “NLPer” begins to slowly and subtly mimic the client, taking on not only their body language but also their speech mannerisms, and will begin speaking with language patterns designed to target the client’s primary sense.

An NLP person essentially carefully fakes the social cues that cause a person to drop their guard and enter a state of openness and suggestibility.

For instance, a person predominantly focused on sight will be spoken to in language using visual metaphors—”Do you see what I’m saying?” “Look at it this way”—while a person for which hearing is the dominant sense will be spoken to in auditory language—”Hear me out,” “I’m listening to you closely.”

By mirroring body language and linguistic patterns, the NLPer is attempting to achieve one very specific response: rapport. Rapport is the mental and physiological state that a human enters when they let their social guard down, and it is generally achieved when a person comes to the conclusion that the person they’re talking to is just like them. See how that works, broadly? An NLP person essentially carefully fakes the social cues that cause a person to drop their guard and enter a state of openness and suggestibility.

Once rapport is achieved, the NLPer will then begin subtly leading the interaction. Having mirrored the other person, they can now make subtle changes to actually influence the other person’s behavior. Combined with subtle language patterns, leading questions and a whole slew of other techniques, a skilled NLPer can at this point steer the other person wherever they like, as long as the other person isn’t aware of what’s happening and thinks everything is arising organically, or has given consent. That means it’s actually fairly hard to use NLP to get people to act out-of-character, but it can be used for engineering responses within a person’s normal range of behavior—like donating to a cause, making a decision they were putting off, or going home with you for the night if they might have considered it anyway.

From this point, the NLPer will seek to do two things—elicit and anchorEliciting happens when an NLPer uses leading and language to engineer an emotional state—for instance, hunger. Once a state has been elicited, the NLPer can then anchor it with a physical cue—for instance, touching your shoulder. In theory, if done right, the NLPer can then call up the hungry state any time they touch your shoulder in the same way. It’s conditioning, plain and simple.

How can I make sure nobody pulls this horseshit on me?

I’ve had all kinds of people attempt to “NLP” me into submission, including multiple people I’ve worked for over extended periods of time, and even people I’ve been in relationships with. Consequently, I’ve developed a pretty keen immune response to it. I’ve also studied its mechanics very closely, largely to resist the nonsense of said people. Here’s a few key methods I’ve picked up.

1. Be extremely wary of people copying your body language.

If you’re talking to somebody who may be into NLP, and you notice that they’re sitting in exactly the same way as you, or mirroring the way you have your hands, test them by making a few movements and seeing if they do the same thing. Skilled NLPers will be better at masking this than newer ones, but newer ones will always immediately copy the same movement. This is a good time to call people on their shit.

2. Move your eyes in random and unpredictable patterns.

This is freaking hilarious to do to troll NLPers. Especially in the initial stages of rapport induction, an NLP user will be paying incredibly close attention to your eyes. You may think it’s because they’re intensely interested in what you’re saying. They are, but not because they actually care about your thoughts: They’re watching your eye movements to see how you store and access information. In a few minutes, they’ll not only be able to tell when you’re lying or making something up, they’ll also be able to figure out what parts of your brain you’re using when you’re speaking, which can then lead them to be so clued in to what you’re thinking that they almost come across as having some kind of psychic insight into your innermost thoughts. A clever hack for this is just to randomly dart your eyes around—look up to the right, to the left, side to side, down… make it seem natural, but do it randomly and with no pattern. This will drive an NLP person utterly nuts because you’ll be throwing off their calibration.

3. Do not let anybody touch you.

This is pretty obvious and kind of goes without saying in general. But let’s say you’re having a conversation with somebody you know is into NLP, and you find yourself in a heightened emotional state—maybe you start laughing really hard, or get really angry, or something similar—and the person you’re talking to touches you while you’re in that state. They might, for instance, tap you on the shoulder. What just happened? They anchored you so that later, if they want to put you back into the state you were just in, they can (or so the wayward logic of NLP dictates) touch you in the same place. Just be like, oh hell no you did not.

4. Be wary of vague language.

One of the primary techniques that NLP took from Milton Erickson is the use of vague language to induce hypnotic trance. Erickson found that the more vague language is, the more it leads people into trance, because there is less that a person is liable to disagree with or react to. Alternately, more specific language will take a person out of trance. (Note Obama’s use of this specific technique in the “Change” campaign, a word so vague that anybody could read anything into it.)

5. Be wary of permissive language.

“Feel free to relax.” “You’re welcome to test drive this car if you like.” “You can enjoy this as much as you like.” Watch the f*k out for this. This was a major insight of pre-NLP hypnotists like Erickson: the best way to get somebody to do something, including going into a trance, is by allowing them to give you permission to do so. Because of this, skilled hypnotists will NEVER command you outright to do something—i.e. “Go into a trance.” They WILL say things like “Feel free to become as relaxed as you like.”

6. Be wary of gibberish.

Nonsense phrases like “As you release this feeling more and more you will find yourself moving into present alignment with the sound of your success more and more.” This kind of gibberish is the bread and butter of the pacing-and-leading phase of NLP; the hypnotist isn’t actually saying anything, they’re just trying to program your internal emotional states and move you towards where they want you to go. ALWAYS say “Can you be more specific about that” or “Can you explain exactly what you mean?” This does two things: it interrupts this whole technique, and it also forces the conversation into specific language, breaking the trance-inducing use of vague language we discussed in #4.

7. Read between the lines.

NLP people will consistently use language with hidden or layered meanings. For instance “Diet, nutrition and sleep with me are the most important things, don’t you think?” On the surface, if you heard this sentence quickly, it would seem like an obvious statement that you would probably agree with without much thought. Yes, of course diet, nutrition and sleep are important things, sure, and this person’s really into being healthy, that’s great. But what’s the layered-in message? “Diet, nutrition and sleep with me are the most important things, don’t you think?” Yep, and you just unconsciously agreed to it. Skilled NLPers can be incredibly subtle with this.

8. Watch your attention.

Be very careful about zoning out around NLP people—it’s an invitation to leap in with an unconscious cue. Here’s an example: An NLP user who was attempting to get me to write for his blog for free noticed I appeared not to be paying attention and was looking into the distance, and then started using the technique listed in #7 by talking about how he never has to pay for anything because media outlets send him review copies of books and albums for free. “Everything for free,” he began hissing at me. “I get everything. For. Free.” Obvious, no?

9. Don’t agree to anything.

If you find yourself being led to make a quick decision on something, and feel you’re being steered, leave the situation. Wait 24 hours before making any decisions, especially financial ones. Do NOT let yourself get swept up into making an emotional decision in the spur of the moment. Sales people are armed with NLP techniques specifically for engineering impulse buys. Don’t do it. Leave, and use your rational mind.

10. Trust your intuition.

And the foremost and primary rule: If your gut tells you somebody is fucking with you, or you feel uneasy around them, trust it. NLP people almost always seem “off,” dodgy, or like used car salesmen. Flee, or request they show you the respect of not applying NLP techniques when interacting with you.

Hopefully this short guide will be of assistance to you in resisting this annoying and pernicious modern form of black magic. Take it with you on your phone or a printout next time you’re at a used car sales lot, getting signed up for a gym membership, or watching a politician speak on TV. You’ll easily find yourself surprised how you allow yourself to notice more and more NLP techniques… more and more… don’t you think?

The Special Ones

Patrick McGoohan’s “The Prisoner” was imprisoned in a quirky Welsh folly of a village, but “The Village” as a concept was quite real. As far back as the period between World Wars 1 and 2 there were several isolated locations in Great Britain where people were kept incommunicado or under the extreme impression that they had been irreversibly transported to Wonderland, Oz, a Lost World, a secret lost civilisation or somehow into a world of rooftops sealed off from the city below.

The drugs they were given helped immensely.

Flash forward to Gary Powers, held incommunicado after his strange shootdown that ended Eisenhower’s Crusade for Peace.

On Powers’ return to America he was spirited away to a special DIA / NSA / CIA facility called Naylor Place.

Almost all record of it has been expunged, not just from the internet but even from print – but tiny fragments survive.

At the same time as Naylor Place was set up, secret schools were also implemented. They were created during the latter half of World War 2 but only became officially active in 1947. As of 1950s America they were recruiting children – “very special children”.

These children were taken from their parents, hypnotised, and replaced in the interim by doppelgangers. These doppelgangers looked remarkably similar to the young ones whose places they took. All great fun for most of the children who underwent this process. Especially since the psychological profiling used to choose the Special Ones included detailed investigation of their ability to be hypnotised, their degree of being prone to fantasising – usually an immediate strike out for intel work but for this project – essential, and finally, their “patriotism” – the childish but fanatical adherence to a more or less fantastical and idealised concept of their country.

It was as though Bucky wasn’t just Captain America’s sidekick but in fact was the trainee for the job of Captain America.

Notable alumni of the Special Ones program include Lee and Harvey Oswald, Whitley Streiber and whoever his doppelganger was, and a surprisingly large number of Hollyweird types. Winona Ryder disappeared for years during her childhood. But then, so did JFK, Jack Nicholson and Ted Bundy for that matter.

Twinning and duplication is so damned useful in intelligence work because it monstrously enhances the normal practice of creating false identities or “legends” – if someone an enemy service is trying to verify or identify is literally in two or more places at the same time not only is the due diligence stymied but a shell game is added to the proceedings to make the task functionally impossible over short time frames. This is why sometimes everyone fitting a certain description is murdered (um I mean suffers accidents or suicide) over a short time frame. As when Charles Fort said “someone was collecting Ambroses”).

Lee Harvey Oswald achieved the impossible by being arrested twice, at the same time, in two adjacent locations at the same Texas Theater – the same theater interestingly where Officer Tippit worked part time as an usher.

Go figure.

Further research:

http://mylifeintheglowoftheouterlimits.blogspot.com.au/2014/04/episode-spotlight-special-one-4061964.html

http://wearecontrollingtransmission.blogspot.com.au/2011/02/special-one.html

http://harvest-trust.blogspot.com.au/2011/05/whitley-strieber-mind-control-victim.html

 

To the above you can of course read between the lines in the very first issues of the original X-Men comicbook from 1964.

 

The Story of Tania Hossack, an Australian #MKULTRA Subject

The Story of Tania Hossack, an Australian MKULTRA Subject

 

http://www.jeffpolachek.com/correspondence/general/358-tanya-australian-mkultra-subject

Introduction

The following is an e-mail I received from Tania Hossack of Queensland, Australia in 2013.  Based on its contents, I am certain that Tania is the subject of a classified non-consensual mind control program.  The e-mail is presented with her express permission in its original, unedited form, with the following exceptions:

  1. I have added paragraph spacing to improve presentation and readability.
  2. I have added numbered footnotes at key points in the text, to which I refer in my commentary which follows the e-mail.  These are shown bold and in a different color than the original text.
  3. At Tania’s request, I have deleted her last name from the text.   March 13, 2014 update: At Tania’s request, her last name is no longer being withheld.

Below the e-mail and footnotes is a letter that Tania wrote to a psychiatrist to whom she had been involuntarily referred (under Australia’s Mental Health Act) by the hospital where she was admitted.

Tania’s 2013 e-mail to Jeff

(Received October 8, 2013)

In November 2012 I had what I believed contact with spirit world. Seeing the clock at 11:11 twice a day for days on end (1), telepath (2) and many coincidences (3). I had similar experience over Easter 2011, however November 2012 was more intense. It felt like God had chosen me to save the world (4). 

I had visions in which the following day I would be sent a picture of what my vision was on my facebook page from unknown people (5). These pictures showed planetary alignment (6) over Giza pyramids (7), full moon eclipse and the Mayan calendar end date (8). I had never heard of the Mayan calendar previously. These pictures were what I had seen in my visions. 

I was absolutely certain the spirit world and God were contacting me. On 28 November a friend came over and she thought I was having a mental breakdown and called an ambulance. In the ambulance the officer placed what appeared to be beige coloured skin/medical patches on both my forearms (9). In the centre of the patches were metal rods of about 2 inches in height with rounded ends. I wanted to ask the officer what they were for but I was unable to speak. He called out to the driver that my blood pressure was normal. He had not used a blood pressure device to check it though. (10)

Once at the hospital several people who I assumed at the time were doctors and nurses asked me odd questions. I was asked if I had a uterus and if I knew where I had gotten the chemicals from that were in my body. I wasn't given the time to answer or ask questions, they walked away (11). I was given a quartz crystal by the nurse (12). I remember being wide awake and wanting to know what was going on. 

The next thing I knew I was waking up and could not breathe (13). I then saw bits and pieces of my life as though I was seeing it on a large screen before completely waking up (14). A female came over and checked the patches on my forearms, pulled the blanket back over my shoulders and walked away. Two men in dark blue suits came and stood on each side of the doorway about 7 meters from me. One of them kept turning around smiling at me and telling me via telepathy that everything was okay (15). 

I had not been pregnant but I then felt two babies being born, about 5 minutes between each one. It was not painful but I definitely felt the sensation of them coming out. I looked but could not see any babies (16). The lady returned and took the patches off my forearms. 

I don't know how I got from being on a hospital bed to all of a sudden on a higher level of the hospital walking down a corridor with the 2 men in blue suits beside me. I then felt terrified. As soon as I felt this, the 2 men told me via telepathy not to be frightened (17). I was put into a room. It was after 11pm. I had arrived at the hospital about 10am. 

I have about 13 hours of missing time (18). I felt fine in the morning and was about to eat breakfast on a balcony when a friends father who had passed away about 17 years prior came out and greeted me. I felt amazed to see him. He sat down, put his hand over mine and said I had been blowing him kisses all around the world. I shared my breakfast with him. I wanted to ask him so many questions but was unable to (19). 

I was then discharged. I had not been assessed upon admission but I since received discharge papers that report I claimed to be the virgin Mary (20). They diagnosed me with bipolar! (21) I was not assessed! As I was being discharged a nurse gave me an injection in the buttock. She said it was vitamin B (22). My doctor does not believe I have bipolar and she is aware of mind control projects but said its too difficult to prove (23). Several weeks later I discovered the staff at the hospital that dealt with me and the ambulance officers are no longer employed (24). 

I have conducted so much research since my experience in November. I am sure it was mind control. What are those patches they stuck on my forearms? I was going to message you months ago about my experience but felt you would think I was insane. It is constantly on my mind and I'm terrified of what could happen. Surely I'm not the only one they have done this to.  
           
Thank you, Tania Hossack, 
Queensland 
Australia.

After responding to Tania’s above message, I received this follow-up e-mail from her the next day (October 9, 2013).

Hi Jeff

Thank you for your reply.

Please feel free to publish my story on your site. You may use my first name and location.

I believe the patches that were put on my forearms are some sort of very advanced medical device that were used to put me to sleep and give me the birthing sensation (25). I feel the patches may have even been used to download my memories as well, as when I was waking up I could see bits and pieces of my life (26). Perhaps they used my memory to ‘create’ my friends father who had passed away many years prior (27). I didn’t know my friends father very well but I certainly knew what he looked like. He had been a freemason (28).

I never knew there was a conspiracy surrounding freemasonary let alone mind control. I guess like the majority of people, you only find out after it happens to you (29).

Regards
Tania

Jeff’s Footnotes

1. The so-called “11:11 phenomenon” is a combination false-flag / disinformation operation which relies on neurotechnology previously implanted in the brain of the subject. It is so widespread that numerous books have been written and countless websites dedicated to the “phenomenon.” See:

2. The experience of “telepathy” is a signature symptom of MKULTRA neurotechnology subjects.  See:

3. The experience of unusually frequent coincidences is a sign of MKULTRA targeting. See:

4. The experience of feeling “chosen” and/or on a “mission” is another signature sign indicating one is an MKULTRA subject. This experience is widely reported, particularly by subjects in the “alien abduction” themed programs.  See:

new-age-magazine5. MKULTRA neurotechnology enables the operator to send video directly to the mind of the target, bypassing the physical eyes and ears. The mature technology which is in use against mind control subjects is classified; however, primitive versions of the technology are now being discussed in the open scientific literature. See:

6. Planetary alignments and astrology are a common disinformation theme and are often used to divert the attention of MKULTRA victims to “new age” beliefs. See:

7. Giza pyramids are a signature occult/masonic symbol. The Scottish Rite of Freemasonry uses an ancient Egyptian religious theme for its rituals.  The Scottish Rite of Freemasonry is also directly involved in MKULTRA psychiatric operations, according to the research of the late Jim Keith, who appears to have been murdered by medical personnel in a Reno, NV hospital.  See:

8. See Note 6.

9. Patches on forearms probably indicate that Tania was being drugged at this point, particularly in light of the fact that she found herself unable to speak.

10. False statement by ambulance attendant in this context demonstrates complicity.

11. Medical personnel’s question about uterus unexplained but relates to Tanya’s experience of giving birth later in the story. Medical personnel walking away without allowing Tania opportunity to answer question is anomalous. It is unclear what was going on here and this may further evidence that Tania was drugged by this point in the encounter.

12. Crystals feature prominently in “new age” disinformation directed at MKULTRA subjects.  See:

missing-time13. Waking up suddenly when the last recollection is of having been wide awake indicates Tanya was medically rendered unconscious. This is reported with great frequency by MKULTRA subjects both in conventional settings and in “alien/UFO” themed experiences.  In 1981, a book presenting purported “research” on the latter subject was titled Missing Time, alluding to the nearly universal (no pun intended) nature of this experience among mind control subjects.

14. See Note 5.

15. See Note 2.

16. Manipulation of reproductive functions of MKULTRA subjects is commonly reported. See:

    Further, the experience of A) giving birth, and B) having this experience while not necessarily having been previously aware of a pregnancy, are widely reported by MKULTRA subjects in the “UFO/alien” themed programs. See:

17. Another blackout (see Note 13). Another telepathic experience (see Note 2).

18. Another blackout (see Note 13).

19. The experience of meeting a deceased person personally known to the subject has been previously reported by MKULTRA subjects enrolled in “UFO/alien” themed programs.    Tania’s inability to respond indicates she was under external control. See:

20. Discharge papers inconsistent with Tania’s recollections indicates concealment.

21. In order to conceal the existence and deployment of classified mind control neurotechnology, complaints about telepathic experiences have been pre-emptively defined as “first-rank” symptoms of schizophrenia.  Diagnosis of mind control subjects with schizophrenia, bi-polar or other psychotic disorders as a cover story is the standard modus operandi of these operations.  See:

22. Unverifiable injections are commonly reported by subjects of non-consensual human “experimentation.” See:

23. Tania’s doctor is probably correct, in this author’s opinion.

24. Disappearance of hospital and ambulance staff shortly after Tania’s experience strongly evidences an MKULTRA operation.

25. I disagree. I believe these were two distinct aspects of Tania’s experience. Compare with my Note 9 and Note 16.

26. I disagree. Compare with my Note 9 and Note 5.

27. This is entirely possible. MKULTRA “synthetic telepathy” neurotechnology makes your thoughts and memories available to the remote operator. In this case, however, it is unlikely that it would have been necessary to rely on Tania’s memory to “reconstruct” an image or experience of an individual, when actual photos or videos were available. Tania’s experience of meeting her friend’s deceased father may have been an artificially-induced memory / dream. See Note 5 and Note 19. It is also possible that she was in fact caused to meet someone who appeared to be the deceased.

28. In the context of an MKULTRA abduction, the deceased father’s masonic affiliation is a red-flag and highly relevant. See Note 7.

29. Most people don’t know, but (more importantly) they don’t WANT to know. This stuff is too horrible for most people to want to deal with. They just hope that if they ignore it, they will somehow escape being affected. Unfortunately, they are not only wrong, but in many cases they and their loved ones are ALREADY affected without being aware of it. JP

February 2014 Letter from Tania to Psychiatrist

The following is a letter that Tania wrote to a psychiatrist to whom she had been involuntarily been referred (under her government’s Mental Health Act) by the hospital where she was admitted. In it, she elaborates on the story told in the above e-mail. The experiences she recounts occurred on the Sunshine Coast of Queensland.  Tania advises she wants her story made known because there may be others having similar experiences, and warns that “police as well as ambulance officers are […] involved.”

Minor formatting and spelling/grammar check updates were made, which Tania approved before publication. Names of medical staff have been removed at Tania’s request.  Near the end of the letter, Tania cites the work of Dr. Rauni Kilde, a Finnish doctor who speaks publicly about mind control, in order to lend suport to her case. I believe that Kilde is not a reliable source and promotes disinformation (see MC301).

10 February 2014

Dear Dr <Name removed>:

I write the below to you regarding my experiences since my hospitalizations from 28 November 2012 to January 2014, and hope that you will be able to take me seriously.

I have also attached documentation “Microchip Mind Control, Implants & Cybernetics” which I feel could support what has happened to me since 28 Nov 2012.

Several days prior to 28 November I had visions (dreams) in which soon after I was shown pictures of what I had seen in my visions. At this time I was also having telepathy with unknown sources but I had a sense it was with the spirit world. I had had telepathy around Easter of 2011 including seeing the clock at 11:11 twice a day for days on end and many other coincidences. At that time I researched 11:11 and felt comforted by what I read. The telepathy and coincidences stopped as soon as I had read information about seeing 11:11. I felt blessed and left it at that even though I ended up in Nambour Hospital for one night.

In November 2012 the visions I had were of a lunar eclipse, three stars over the Giza pyramids and the date 21 December 2012. I just thought they were odd dreams. Then the telepathy started to increase. I was ‘told’ to look at my Facebook account. I then saw these visions in pictures that had been sent to me on Facebook. I had no idea about the Mayan Calendar, nor was I aware at the time that other ancient civilizations had the same prophecies as the Mayans.

An immediate sense of panic hit me and there was an urgent sense of a timeframe allocated to me to do something that will help save the world. I kept hearing via telepathy, “Don’t panic, pay attention to your breathing, drink some water and have some food”.

I knew I had to research the meaning of the visions. The sense of urgency was so overwhelming but somehow I managed to breath, drink and eat and keep myself together mentally.

I researched lunar eclipses and didn’t find much that seemed to make sense in what I was experiencing. But when I read up on the date 21 December 2012, and 3 stars over Giza pyramids. I thought I would fall in a heap and die. I yelled out to God, “What can I do? Why me? How the heck can I save the world?” I started pinching myself and really hard too as I was hoping it was all just a dream.

I ended up in a trance like state early hours on 28 November. I got various items from my home including an Egyptian cat statue and the ashes of my dog called Zeus (he was called Zeus by his previous owner). I placed all the items outside on the ground. The last item I placed down was a funeral card of a very old friend who had passed away. I put the poppy I received at his funeral over the funeral card.

I then prayed out loud to end the wars, send all troops home and stop poverty. I then felt a sense of relief. I believed I had ‘done my bit’ to help save the world. I yelled out over and over “Woohoo!! We did it”. I had never felt so wonderful in my life.

At that moment a friend dropped in to see me. I was so excited about all that happened and started telling her. Well she called me an ambulance!

I was happy to go off in the ambulance. I had no idea where I was being taken but I felt I wasn’t being taken to hospital. I felt back to normal, the excitement had worn off.

The ambulance officer in the back of the ambulance with me took a sample of blood and then stuck patches on my shoulders. They were medical looking patches but had metal pieces sticking upwards from the center about 2 inches in height with rounded ends. He would not tell me what they were for. He then called out to the driver that my blood pressure was perfect but he had not used a blood pressure device to check it though. He told me he was one of a handful of people that had been assigned to look after me and that my stay in hospital would be short. I felt reassured.

At the hospital I was wide awake and wondering what was going on. A lady came over to me and said they had to move me quickly. I assumed she was a nurse. I remember her pushing the bed I was on and cannot recall feeling sleepy but woke up 10 to 12 hours later. I was not aware of the missing time until several days later.

I remember waking up and not being able to breathe and this repeated numerous times. When I finally woke up I was wondering what year it was and who I was. I felt as though I had been taken back in time and had been playing the part of many people. I also sensed that my memories had been downloaded.

I was in a large room on my own. A male person came in and asked me if I still had a uterus. He walked away before I could answer him. A lady then came in and I asked her what was going on. She said I had a lot of chemicals in my system and handed me a crystal and she walked away. Another male person came into the room. He stood at a nurse’s station in front of a computer and smiled at me. The telepathy happened again, but this time I knew it was coming from this male person. He said I would be okay and that they had no choice but to do this in a hospital as it was the safest place. Two men in blue suits then stood on either side of the doorway to the room. One of them kept turning around at me smiling. I also had some telepathy with him. He was basically reassuring me I would be okay. He looked Egyptian and I felt I had known him. When I asked him if I knew him he said I knew all of them but could not remember.

The male person at the nurse’s station then picked up a phone and was describing me to someone. He was saying they may have to relocate me. He kept smiling at me and reassuring me. He was using the computer during the procedures I mention below.

The lady who had given me the crystal came in and checked the patches on my shoulders and pulled the blanket back over my shoulders and walked away.

I then felt some movement in my reproductive area which made me sit up. I was told to lay back down and keep quiet. I then felt a baby moving from my uterus down and out of me. I felt the pressure and movement of this but it was not at all painful and there was no baby visible. I had not been pregnant. I was told to keep quite again. I wanted to yell out what the heck was going on but was unable to. I was a bit frightened by this experience but felt okay with it as well. They keep reassuring me and then the male person on the phone was telling the other person there was a complication and I had to be moved urgently. I then felt a surge of electricity through my body which seem to give me strength. My back then began to arch by itself and I laid back down. The male person at the nurse’s station then said to the person on the other end of the phone that there were three sections of bowel in the way and to wait a moment. A couple of minutes later I felt another baby coming out, head first like the first one. Then another surge of electricity and my back arching itself.

The male person removed a device from the computer and walked away.

The lady came back in and took the patches off my shoulders and walked away. A male nurse called <Name removed at Tania’s request>(UK accent) approached me and handed me pen and paper and told me to write down four names. I did and he walked away with it.

A different lady then approached me and told me to follow her. I was shown into a small room and she walked to a desk off from the room. She made a telephone call and said she had a female patient that had two small children she wanted to discharge her and that she had no money and that she would give her some money.

The lady then came back to the room and I was taken to a higher level of the hospital. The two men in blue suits were on either side of me. They were not wearing the usual security officers blue uniforms.

I wanted to scream out “What happened to me? What was that all about?” I was in shock and scared at what was going to happen next.

<The male nurse> then met us in another section of the hospital. I was not aware this was a psychiatric ward. Suddenly I was overwhelmed by fear and thought I was going to pass out. Then men in blue suits were saying (telepathy) “Please don’t be scared, it’s all okay”. I could even feel their compassion and love, however that just seem to complicate my fear further.

<The male nurse> showed me to a room. I didn’t want to go in there, I ran down a hallway and hid in a rest room with my back against the door. I eventually came out and was taken to the room by <the male nurse>. I slammed the door shut and ran to a window and punched it but it wouldn’t break. I wanted to jump head first onto the ground below but the glass was too thick to break. The only other time I felt suicidal was when I was on Cymbalta sometime after I was assaulted at work. I developed PTSD as a result of the assault and the nightmares were bad enough but Cymbalta made them much worse and I had many suicidal thoughts and later discovered that Cymbalta has caused many people to commit suicide. My concern is that whatever experiments they are conducting on people in this hospital is a far greater crime.

I woke the following morning (29th Nov 2012) feeling very blessed. I went out into a main area and <the male nurse> told me I had slept very well. He told me I could go across the road and get the best coffee I had ever had. I did that and got some yoghurt too and returned.

I went out on a balcony to have my coffee and yogurt. I had just sat down when a friend’s father that had passed away about 17 years prior came out onto the balcony. He recognised me straight away. I was in absolute awe. It was amazing to see him. I was speechless but managed to tell him it was great to see him. He sat down and put his hand over mine and said that I had been blowing him kisses all around the world. Right at that moment I wondered if reincarnation was real. I hadn’t known him very well but certainly knew what he looked like. He had been a Freemason. I wanted to ask him so many questions but didn’t know where to begin. I went inside and got him a spoon and cup and shared my yoghurt with him. He then said, “I know what they said about you and I also know that was not you”. I don’t know why but somehow that made sense to me. As soon as he said that I felt myself somewhere way back in time being persecuted for something I had not done. I was trying to remember who I was back then but he put his arm around me and said it was all okay. He then said he had to lay down but I would see him again soon.

I then had a conversation with a male person that appeared to be a patient who had come out onto the balcony. He was telling me about some odd things that had happened to him which he believed were from spirit world. For some reason I asked him if he felt Steve Irwin was contacting him. He freaked out a tad when I asked that and tears welled in his eyes. He said he had been mates with Steve since school. My family has known the Irwins most of their lives, especially an older cousin of mine who knows Bob (Steve’s father) very well.

I went back inside and read a book in bed for a while and can’t remember feeling tired but I woke the following morning and was discharged. I must have slept for a very long time as I hadn’t had lunch or dinner. A nurse came and said I needed a vitamin B injection. I didn’t question it.

I got home and then started to research and I’ve been researching ever since. I was hoping my experience was part of our Creators plan but if that was the case I’m sure they would have told me about it. I’m aware a line of females in my family have had psychic abilities but I don’t think that subject is recognised in psychiatry. I’ve had a few unexplained things occur to me but never pursued it as I didn’t understand it.

While researching I discovered Dr Rauni Kilde’s works on YouTube. Dr Kilde, MD Former Chief Medical Officer, Lapland, Finland. Please refer to the attached documentation “Microchip Mind Control, Implants and Cybernertics”. Dr Rauni Kilde’s YouTube documentaries advise that single females are often targeted. I’m a single female and I’m also aware of other single females in hospital having similar experiments conducted on them.

I went back to researching lunar eclipses and discovered that on 28th November 2012 there was a lunar eclipse with the moon being in Gemini (twin birthing experience connection?). Recently I discovered that date was the 333rd day of the year with 33 days remaining. 33 is significant to Freemasonry. My friend’s father had been a Freemason. There’s links to Freemasonry and the pyramids. I saw my friend’s father again in January 2013 when I was with my brother shopping. My brother saw him too but he had not known my friend’s father. I hugged and kissed him. He asked me if I was still a nurse at the hospital. That’s confusing… But then again the whole darn thing is confusing.

I’ve researched mind control, in particular neuro tech mind control. I hate to admit it but I am more inclined to believe this experience of mine was mind control. When I discussed it with my Dr (<Name removed>, Noosaville), she advised me she was aware of mind control programs in the past and wanted to help me make a complaint. I’m reluctant to make a complaint as I know it will fall on ‘deaf ears’ as basically who is going to believe a person with a known psychological injury?

I ended up in hospital again in January 2013, as after my admission in November 2012 I had Community Mental Health conducting home visits. On one occasion two of them (both males) came to my door. I had been resting in bed reading a book. I heard one of them call out “It’s Steve”. I know a couple of Steve’s so I was going to unlock the door and let Steve in and quickly run back to my room and put something more decent on. I was only in a short white night shirt. When I saw two men at my door I felt very intimidated. I asked them to come back in an hour or so. They said if I didn’t let them in now they would get the police. I welcomed them to get the police. I retreated back to my bedroom and began packing a bag thinking I would have to run away as there was no way I was going back to hospital and have further experiments carried out on me.

The Mental Health workers returned with the Police and I am told I have to go to hospital. I was very frustrated and scared. I was (once again) doped up on medications that do not suit me and diagnosed incorrectly.

For some years I had discovered through a family member that a now newly elected Member of Parliament has associations with the Russian Mafia. I know a bit about the Mafia in Australia. My father during his work had involvement with the Italian Mafia in Victoria in the 1970’s. But when you mention that to people in the health system, they think you’re delusional. I don’t associate with members of the Mafia, I just know the history and who controls the largest corporations in Australia and some other countries.

My move into my new property could not go ahead (settlement proceeded whilst I was in hospital). I lost my chances of employment in the new area I was moving to. I also lost my job with Sunshine Coast Council. I had a current medical certificate and my employer called Mental Health saying I was “off with the fairies” (reaction to medication). While I was in hospital they terminated my employment. I had been employed by Council since 2001.

Dr <Name removed (Dr. #1)> refused to contact Dr <Name removed (Dr. #2)> about my condition. <Dr. #1> did not listen to what I wanted to say. No one has listened so that is why I decided to let my sense of humor (which keeps me sane) ‘kick in’ when I was again admitted to hospital in January 2014. I recall telling a hospital staff member that I had flown off my unicorn, etc.

All I had done was toot my car horn and yell out to God “Why can’t we have healthy cigarettes”. The police and ambulance turned up at the same time. My furniture was NOT upside down and nor where my drawers or cupboards open. You can confirm this by contacting <the vet>. The only thing that may have appeared to be out of place was a spilt kitty litter tray and a broken cup as a result of my cat knocking it off the bench.

The ambulance officers that were in attendance advised me they were the same from my experience on 28/11/12. Yet again I was put to sleep, this time in the back of the ambulance and only woke up on arrival at the hospital. However, this time they had not placed medical patches on me to put me to sleep. I tried to go AWOL 6 times? Who wouldn’t after having such horrible experiments conducted on them previously?

During my recent stay in Nambour Hospital I was advised several times by nursing staff that they had organised my house keys to be transported to my vet and/or neighbour. This was NOT the case.

On about 21 January I was taken to my house by two male persons from Community Mental Health Services. Staff at the hospital had given me my house keys from behind the counter. I then knew that they had not given my keys to the vet and/or neighbour. Further, my neighbours had only moved in prior to Christmas and I had not met them yet.

Once I arrived at home I noted my dog and one of my cats were missing. My Galahs water bowls were filthy and he hadn’t any food left. My 17 year old cat was scared and had lost a lot of weight.

Once I was transported to Buderim Hospital I contacted my Vet. I was advised that on the 15th January they received a call from someone stating I was in hospital. They accessed my house with the Police and a Locksmith and organised my dog to go into boarding and my 13 year old cat who is on medication to be looked after at the vets. They assumed my brother would be looking after my Galah and other cat as he had done so when I was in hospital in January 2013. My brother is currently working overseas and was not aware I was in hospital.

My animals suffered greatly and this caused me further stress while in hospital. My 17 year old cat was skin and bones and very weak. I have been able to save her. If my pets had perished as a result of the incompetence of hospital staff I would have contacted the media before now.

I trust I don’t suffer any consequences forwarding you this information. I have also contacted a family friend and provided a copy of this to him, as if in the event I am ‘carted off’ to hospital again this will all come out in mainstream media.

Please contact me by mail acknowledging receipt of this and reassuring me that If I attend the scheduled appointment with you in your officer on 18th February 2014, that I will not be taken to hospital. Please note the letter by <Dr. #2> which I gave copy to Lorraine to forward onto you. I have difficulty driving far from home and I do not wish to have increased anxiety. If I am unable to make the appointment, I will call your office to reschedule. Lorraine is welcome to visit anytime.

Kind regards,

Tania Hossack

 

Jesus never existed, Elvis did, people see both of them plus space aliens and The Shadow

I’ve been looking at the subject of persistent convincing hallucinations for a long time now, for several reasons.

One of the reasons is that during my time at university, and for a short period years later, I was part of deliberate scientific experiments to channel nonhuman intelligences and obtain data from them- in other words, to get useable military intelligence from demonic possession.

The experiments exactly match the Puharich and Keel experiences- yes, you can get some information that is not available through conventional means; yes, some of this information is fantastically valuable; no, wherever these answers come from can’t be trusted.

There’s a good case for saying that these answers come from within the mind of the subject, no demonology or space aliens required. There’s as much evidence, controvertible though it is, that there is something beyond the self that provides answers… Sometimes.

It’s a bit like trying to see something that’s out of focus- it occasionally swims into focus, and at other times it’s so out of focus as to be surrealistic swirls. If what you’re looking at changes frequently, you’re in the realm of balanced probabilities as to what you’ve seen and when. It’s difficult to objectively measure success in such an environment.

A real example.

A channelling session provided arab nicknames and phrases translated into English. These phrases matched to words that a separate unknown desk was collecting. And the desk was dealing with the same serious topic – same exact topic – as the channelling session, with neither knowing about the other at the time. The ultimate boss of both channelling and desk knew about both operations; no one lower than that person did. The channelling also provided details about an underground base in a target country. The contents of that underground base were moved across the border to another country just before our forces mounted major conclusive operations. But the intelligence was confirmed on the ground- there really was a sophisticated underground base as described in the channelling session.

However, the items in question had been moved- our forces have photographed them being moved via satellite but we never got out nubbies on them. Success or failure? Impossible for the politician involved to claim a success even though we stopped a dictator from using them, since when he was forced to move them they were moved out of play. Also the politician can’t reveal the source of such intelligence- not even by agency, let alone the bit about demon possession being the source of the original tips.

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What intrigued me for years on a related topic was how channelling sessions would produce figures from late antiquities- Mithras cult type beings, pagan gods, and odd early christian / jewish fictional figures.

As unacceptable as it is to claim alien abduction, it is radically out of fashion to claim, as was once common, that one is in telepathic or dream contact with spirit guides, Elvis, Disney characters, atlanteans, ancient egyptians and so on.

And yet there is as much or more evidence for the “unacceptable” or “The Damned” excluded data as Charles Fort called it as there is for safe and somewhat reassuring aliens and UFOs and abductions. I say somewhat reassuring because alien paradigm nonsense fits current mainstream prejudices – and lapdog media entertainent – than Elvis or ghosts or red indian chiefs or ancient egyptians.

Based on my own experiences with controlled experiments and practical use for intel gathering purposes, it’s safer to see the phenomenon in terms of:

1. it’s either our own minds dissociating or nonhuman intelligence;

2. whatever it is, it’s like a bunch of actors who can dress and act in radical different ways from experience to experience. But from time to time under all the makeup you suddenly realise you recognise the actor from a previous role;

3. the phenomenon is not omniscient. God’s not omniscient for that matter- it was just a bunch of horseshit invented in late antiquity that started claiming that;

4. the phenomenon can see into what we call the past and the future, but again, like seeing in infrared or ultraviolet having different vision powers doesn’t make it God, godlike or even generally superior to us;

5. the phenomenon engages the imagination and the memory of the subject. When information is given it forms as though it were a memory; as this false memory (which might contain genuine new information) forms, the subject’s imagination is used to clothe the new data, somehow making it familiar to the human who receives it. Most people lack the discipline and willpower to get “clean” information; if they fail to use sufficient discipline as the answers come from… wherever… the data comes in stilted language and with a lot of colour- ie stage tricks, costume drama and other assorted bullshit.

6. in addition to the inner self or nonhuman intelligence whatever it is, there are DEFINITELY humans and groups of humans out there who have long since learned the tricks of hypnosis and telepathy and can hijack the experience with “enemy transmissions”. And some of them can do it so well that their “fake” experience feels as “real” as the “genuine” channelling.

7. Imagination fuels the experience, like a rocket getting you to orbit. Once you’re orbiting, stop using the rocket. IE, if you leave your imagination running after contact has been made, you get no useful information just an awesome amount of confabulation. Along with this confabulation there is ALWAYS this persistent attempt to actualise from the “other side”- an agenda to manifest their bizarro theatrical fascism in the physical world. Whether it’s space aliens, atlanteans, ancient egyptians, whoever- they quickly hijack the process, promise the universe but push a very anti-human and fascist agenda. Sure, they talk peace and love; but they also talk wholesale destruction and massacres.

 

Amanda Bynes tweets about father’s abuse and microchip in her brain..Now under involuntary psychiatric hold

The silicon chip inside her head is set to overload

Follow The Money

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Amanda Bynes posted a series of tweets about her father sexually abusing her and a microchip inside her brain. She was then taken to a hospital in Los Angeles by Sam Lutfi – Britney Spears’ ex-handler who was around her when she had her infamous meltdown.

In my previous articles about Amanda Bynes, I described how she is a clear product of mind control. The title of these articles pretty much sum her road to mind control hell : “Amanda Bynes: Another Product of Entertainment Industry Mind Control?”, “Amanda Bynes Detained in Involontary Psychiatric Hold”, and “Amanda Bynes Following in the Footsteps of Britney Spears, Placed Under Conservatorship”.

In the past days, Bynes has been displaying erratic behavior that is typical of a MKULTRA meltdown.

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On October 10th, Bynes apparently had a meltdown – or a rare moment of clarity – as she posted “the truth”…

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Inconvenient Truth #73: 6000 reasons we just experienced the 1984 Memory Hole

It Was Only A Dream

The following opinion piece is reprinted from Japan Times and is archived HERE


MemoryHole

I know a “secret.” I know the identity of the man who was CIA chief of station in Kabul until one month ago.

The name of the top spook in Afghanistan was disseminated via email to 6,000-plus reporters as part of an attendance list of senior U.S. officials participating in a meeting with President Barack Obama during his surprise visit with U.S. troops.

The government spotted the error and asked journalists not to post it. They agreed. Still, it’s all over the Internet.

What I found via Google during a few hours of searching made me 98 percent sure it was him; sources in Kabul covered the 2 percent of doubt.

Until the week before last I was working on this story for Pando Daily, where I was a staff writer and cartoonist. We intended to publish…

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I Am Jack’s Persistent Internet Meme.

This one tickled my fancy as something I had kind of considered in passing, but to discover someone else who had not only thought it but thought about it way too much (the only way to think about anything!) was amazing.

His thesis makes enough sense to give you fridge logic moments.

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“I Am Jack’s Younger Self”:

The Secret Connections between “Fight Club” and “Calvin and Hobbes” REVEALED!

By Galvin P. Chow
 http://ignatz.brinkster.net/cfightclub.html

In the movie Fight Club, the real name of the protagonist (Ed Norton’s character) is never revealed. And while some feel the only reason behind this is to give the character more of an “everyman” quality, I say, do not be deceived. Because it’s obvious to anyone with working eyes that “Jack” is actually someone whom many of us grew up with, someone who might’ve been present at all your childhood breakfasts of Sugar Frosted Chocolate Bombs. You see, “Jack” from Fight Club and Calvin from the greatest comic strip ever, “Calvin and Hobbes,” are in fact the exact same person! You have doubts, I’m sure. Well, that’s to be expected. But laugh now, for by the time you finish reading this page, I will prove to you beyond a shadow of a doubt that Ed Norton is indeed playing the part of grown-up Calvin.


Part I: The Hobbes-Tyler Connection

We start with the most obvious bit.
Picture this: a hyper, self-absorbed child initially concocts an imaginary friend as the ideal playmate, to whom more realistic qualities soon become attributed. This phantasm becomes a completely separate personality, with his own likes, dislikes, temperament — and the imaginer and the imagined clash and argue constantly, though remaining fast friends. This pattern continues to the point where the child begins to perceive what was originally mere fantasy to be _reality_. So, in short…

…Calvin has an imaginary jungle-animal friend named Hobbes, whom everyone else believes to be nothing but a stuffed toy…

“There are EIGHT rules of Fight Club!”

…just as Tyler is Jack’s imaginary cool-guy friend, whom no one but Jack can see.

“Mmm, fresh swordfish steaks!”

In both cases, the entity that began as the ideal companion soon took on a more realistic, 3-dimensional quality. In other words, they became REAL. This is evident in that both Hobbes and Tyler also began to function as scapegoats for their creators. For instance, consider that Calvin often blames broken lamps and other assorted household mischief on Hobbes, and that Jack is inclined to believe that Fight Club and other various anti-society mischief is brought about by Tyler, not himself. Calvin claims Hobbes pounces on him every day after school, Jack believes Tyler beats him up next to 40 kilotons of nitroglycerin in a parking garage — the list goes on and on. The relationships between the two sets of friends are the exact same. And is this mere coincidence? I think not.

Now then, filling in the time-gap between Calvin and Jack, we can imagine the story as something like this: Once Calvin reaches the hostile environment known as the 7th grade, the constant teasing from the other students and the frustrated concern of his parents finally becomes too much, and a reluctant, disillusioned Calvin is finally forced to grow up, or at least begin to. This decision is sealed by one of the hardest things young Calvin will ever have to do in his life — un-imagining Hobbes, an act which to Calvin is essentially no different from murder. After being Calvin’s best friend for over a decade, Hobbes is packed away in a box, or tossed carelessly into a garbage bag, perhaps even stuffed under the same bed that once contained so many monsters. This is all of course, very painful for Calvin, so much so that he represses it all in shame. So little did Calvin suspect, that while he was busy learning to tie ties, asking someone out to his first dance, deciding what “dinette set defines him as a person,” and basically growing up, Hobbes is in fact doing the same thing, in a dark, hidden corner of Calvin’s mind, waiting for the moment when he can be free again.

It’s worth noting that during these 20 or so years, Hobbes never bore a grudge against Calvin nor wished any ill upon him. Back in their prime, though they bickered constantly, the pair truly did deeply care for each other. And Hobbes, knowing this, resents being put away, but he does not hate Calvin. Rather, he hates the society that MADE Calvin put him away. Hobbes, being inside Calvin’s mind, sees and experiences all that Calvin does — and truly despises all of it. He witnesses a bright, superbly imaginative kid (with a genius-level vocabulary, I might add) reduced to nothing more than another nameless cog, and fighting off the tears wept for his best friend, resolves to one day set him free. And perhaps pays special attention when a bored, college freshman Calvin idly looks up homemade-napalm recipes on the internet, wistfully fantasizing about the freedom he traded in all for the sake of “growing up”…

Flash forward to the timeframe depicted in “Fight Club.” Jack, or should I say, “Rupert,” or “Cornelius” has reached an all-time low. Even though he had done everything he was supposed to have done, and wound up completely miserable. Which is when Hobbes, newly adjusted as “Tyler Durden” (after all, grown-up Calvin would no longer accept a jungle animal walking, talking, and eating canned tuna), re-enters Calvin/Jack’s life. He’s going to show Calvin everything he’s done wrong, whether Calvin likes it or not.

Tyler to Jack: “I look like you wanna look, I fuck like you wanna fuck, I’m smart, capable, and most importantly, I’m free in all the ways you wish you could be.” And to anyone who argues that Calvin never secretly idolized Hobbes, I point you towards the storyline wherein Calvin dresses up like a tiger and attempts to live in the woods, as collected in “Weirdos From Outer Space!” Moreover, Hobbes was always smarter than Calvin, often served as his social conscience — yet was not above mischief, often because he knew Calvin would be the only one taking the blame. Both Hobbes and Tyler are cool, collected, intelligent and very cerebral, and share a distaste for man’s self-importance, as shown in the panel below:

“You are NOT a beautiful and unique snowflake”…early signs of Tyler?

And, let’s not forget that Tyler wants to move back to a more primal, hunter-gatherer society…in other words, an environment in which an animal, i.e., a tiger, would be very much at home. Given the evidence, it’s VERY likely that Tyler is indeed an updated version of Hobbes, twisted after so many years trapped inside Calvin/Jack’s brain. Just as Calvin is Jack, Hobbes IS Tyler.

Want further proof? Look at Tyler’s relationship with the only woman in Jack’s life: Marla.


Part II: Marla Singer: Avatar of Susie Derkins?

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Dual Victims of Testicular Cancer?

Okay, I know what you’re thinking.
“All right,” you say, “Calvin being Jack is a stretch, Hobbes being Tyler is even more of a stretch, but Susie being Marla? Simply impossible! For one thing, their personalities are nothing alike, and also, Marla is not imaginary nor does she remain unnamed throughout the film!”

To which I respond, oh ye, of little faith. Imagine, please, the following:

Somewhere between the end of high school and beginning of college, uptight, grade-obsessed Susie Derkins loses her way. The pressure to get good grades, the pressure to succeed, simply becomes too much for her, and she snaps. Free from the protective bonds of her parents’ guidance and the bland safety of her suburban home, she loses her moral bearings entirely and sinks into a dark, seamy, grim world of sex, drugs, and eccentric Albert-Einstein-like hair. And, her transformation being so complete that she no longer even remotely resembles the upright citizen that her parents and society, not necessarily she herself, wanted her to be, she also changes her name. Like Calvin, she has become a misfit, one of society’s lost lambs. It is for this reason that she soon finds herself frequenting support groups such as “Remaining Men Together.” Fate has brought her back to Calvin, whom maybe she even spurned back in junior high. But the two have changed so much that they no longer recognize each other!

Also I’d like to point out that the pink dress Marla wears in one scene slightly resembles something that “Binky Betsy,” Susie’s favorite childhood doll, might wear. You remember, the one Calvin once stole and attempted to ransom, but…oh never mind.

All right, so it’s a BIT of a stretch, but it could happen! And regardless of whether Marla is indeed the twisted, fallen-from-grace future of Susie “Straight-and-Narrow” Derkins, the fact remains that the two girls play similar roles in the lives of their respective male counterparts, AND with their imaginary friends. Which is to say, that while Calvin and Susie mostly teased and tortured each other, HOBBES, on the other hand, actually quite fancied the raven-haired beauty. Accordingly, Jack despises Marla, whereas Tyler takes an *ahem* sort of interest in her that is definitely NOT appropriate for the Sunday Funnies. And it is through the examination of these relationships in which we can find further evidence that “Jack” is the matured Calvin.

When first we are introduced to Marla, she is but a tumor on Jack’s slowly deteriorating world. She is disenfranchised, morbid, socially apathetic — and Jack despises her because she is a mirror image of himself, his own female double. On the other hand, Calvin hates Susie because she is his exact opposite: Bright, obedient, demure — the unruly Calvin has every reason to hate her. However, certain strips definitely infer that Calvin has somewhat of a crush on Susie, and some even imply that Susie shares these latent feelings. But as a cootie-fearing grade-schooler, Calvin may only express these strange feelings through attention-getting antagonisms such as constant snowballs to the head, ransoming her dolls — AND through his separate, conveniently more mature other personality — Hobbes.

Above: The grown-up versions of Calvin, Hobbes, and Susie restart their old relationships.

Unlike Calvin, Hobbes has never been bashful about showing his affection for Susie. Calvin’s imaginary tiger-friend has called her a “cutie,” worn swim jams to impress her (“Girls flip for guys in jams”), and even claimed he would betray their club’s secret code if she gave him a tummy rub (which is one of the key differences between Tyler and Hobbes). Naturally, all of this confuses and frustrates Calvin beyond words, even though Hobbes is really nothing more than a product of his own mind! And though Hobbes and Susie never consummated their love for each other (he’s a stuffed tiger and she’s a kid, you sicko!) this is, of course, the EXACT same deranged love-triangle that is shared between Jack, Tyler, and Marla, or at least a natural progression thereof. Perhaps Marla puts up with Jack/Tyler’s apparent nonsense for so long, because it’s the sort of thing she became used to as a child? And perhaps, in the end, Jack finds solace in Marla because it’s the exact same connection he should’ve made long ago, in his suburban youth. A connection that may have saved them both.

A minor loophole here is Marla’s line, “I haven’t been fucked like that since grade-school.” Well, besides that line having been substituted by David Fincher, not the writer, for another (“I want to have your abortion”), it’s more than likely Marla was simply exaggerating, or even considers “Susie” to have never existed.


Part III: GROSS: Precursor of Fight Club

A lot of people think that the creation of something like “Fight Club,” by which I mean the actual club and not the movie, would be a frighteningly revolutionary thing. But this is not so. Because when you boil it down, the fighting-club that Jack and Tyler start is really just an odd sort of boys’ club — no ovaries allowed — where men can be men, and the so-called stronger of the sexes can take solace in the fact that, even in our politically correct times, some exclusivities of manhood still remain. (As a side note, imagine how much more controversy the movie would have generated if it involved scenes of men fighting women on equal ground!) And clubs like this, of course, have their beginnings in backyards, tree houses and garages all over America. Clubs where boys can be boys, clubs made just to exclude girls. And, not surprisingly, Calvin, and Hobbes, started such a club when he was 6 years old. Little did anyone realize that he would construct another one much later in his life, again with the aid of an imaginary friend. For just as Calvin, Hobbes, and Susie have dark future versions in Jack, Tyler, and Marla respectively, GROSS — Get Rid of Slimy girlS — has the same in Fight Club.

Above: In a scene eerily reminiscent of Fight Club, Hobbes blithely informs a sulking Calvin that he decides his own level of involvement in GROSS.

GROSS shares many characteristics with Fight Club. Among them:

  • Both have catchy names (although the “slimy” part of GROSS is redundant, otherwise it doesn’t spell anything).
  • Both are co-run by a friendless male and his imaginary companion (Calvin is Tyrant and Dictator-for-Life; Hobbes is President and First Tiger).
  • Both are exclusively male organizations, although Fight Club’s membership is considerably larger.
  • Along with that, all members of both organizations are very loyal
  • The leaders of both organizations constantly engage in fisticuffs (but only in GROSS does a member receive a demerit for biting)
  • And in said fights, in both organizations there is only one fight at a time!
  • Both are supposedly very secretive (though Jack never tells his mother about Fight Club)
  • At least one leader of both organizations is fond of giving speeches (though Calvin never uses the term “space monkey”)
  • GROSS and Fight Club both wreak havoc on their respective neighborhoods (GROSS’ target is considerably more focused, i.e., Susie)

Clearly, in GROSS can be seen the roots Fight Club. Calvin shows his penchant for such male-oriented, destructive organizations. Also, just like cardboard-box-time-machines and water-gun-transmogrifiers, GROSS was likely created as an escape, a release. As, of course, was Fight Club.


Part IV: Moe Develops Karmic Bitch-Tits

—Atonement—>

Okay, so Robert “Moe” Paulson, Calvin’s grade-school bully, becomes a six-time weight-lifting champion, and somewhere along the line develops large man-boobs as a result of testicular cancer. This of course leads him to his support group, where he is shocked to find Calvin. Moe greatly regrets his bullying days, but too ashamed to reveal his true identity to Calvin, he instead offers his ample bosom for him to cry on, as a measure of retribution. From there…just kidding! Just kidding! Perhaps the conspiracy doesn’t run THIS deep.


But *coughcough* Chloe is actually Calvin’s old babysitter Rosalyn. Seriously. The evidence is all there, but no one believes me. Fools, all of you!


Part V: The Root of Evil

Although we’ve already learned of the fates of Hobbes, Susie, and even Moe and Rosalyn (sort of…), there are a couple of other people important to Calvin that are missing. People that even more integral to his development than (arguably) Hobbes. And these people, are of course, his parents. Namely…
His father, Mr…uhm…

…and his mom, otherwise known as…uh…gimme a sec here…

Okay, I forgot, they don’t have names. But then again, we don’t NEED to know them. Because in the comic strip, they’re not supposed to be important characters in their own right. They only matter in regards to how Calvin is directly effected by them; an effect which, by the time of the movie, doesn’t seem to have been very positive. From what Jack mentions, he’s not exactly what could be called close to his parents, particularly not his dad, on whom he seems to pin many of his problems. And this matches perfectly with the relationship depicted in the comic, as well as with what I believe to have happened afterwards (in Part I). Let’s take a closer look.


We’ll begin with Calvin’s mom, since she seems the less consequential. In the strip, she appears to be an ordinary housewife, nothing more, nothing less. She comforts or scolds Calvin as needed, goes to many parent-teacher meetings, and seems to enjoy gardening, and that’s about all we know. She doesn’t seem to be a particularly weak woman, as she seems on fairly equal ground with her husband, in terms of intelligence and personality. Nevertheless, locked in the passive role of a housewife, she appears to have had relatively little effect on Calvin’s development.

Now Calvin’s dad, on the other hand, seems to have done quite a number on his son. As stated, it was probably at his urging that Calvin “grew up,” by which I mean, finally started to try and play by society’s rules, which is something that we know never quite worked out. Of course, he wasn’t without his playful side — good-naturedly teasing Calvin at every opportunity — but perhaps this is why Jack resents him so. For maybe, after Jack reached the end of the path of that was decided for him, only to find emptiness as his reward, perhaps he thought back to when his father told him that the sun sets down somewhere in Arizona every night. “Maybe,” thought Calvin, “maybe ALL of it’s been just another one of Dad’s cruel jokes.”

In the “bathtub” scene of Fight Club, Jack and Tyler discuss their parents. In this scene, key information arises, as do, apparently, large inconsistencies. First the latter. Jack claims his father left when he was six, an age when Calvin’s was obviously still around, but this statement is contradicted soon after, when Tyler mentions his own dad telling him to get married when he was 30, to which Jack responds, “mine said that TOO.” So what this probably amounts to is the self-pitying Jack attempting to garner additional sympathy from his newfound friend by making his childhood sound worse than it actually was. But even more interesting is Tyler’s hostility towards his father: when Jack asks him who he would fight, if he could fight anyone, he answers, “I’d fight my father.” But, since Tyler is only a figment of Jack’s imagination, we can only assume he’s referring to JACK’S father. And while this hatred would only make sense given that the two are sharing the same brain, why is it that Tyler seems to hate Jack’s father even more vividly than Jack himself does? Well, maybe it’s because Tyler hasn’t forgotten who’s ultimately responsible for the de-imagining that took place years before…maybe he’s still not too happy about it…

…and maybe he’s got some pretty good ideas for revenge.

So, as you can see, the role of Calvin’s father in all of this is no small one. Other than to “save” Calvin, it’s entirely possible that Tyler’s real motivation for taking down civilization is simply to get back at Calvin’s father. For by destroying the society that forced Calvin into repressing Hobbes, he’s also destroying the society that Calvin’s father, after all, epitomizes. And this of course, allows Hobbes an indirect measure of revenge. But we’re getting off track again. Because with all this talk of secondary characters, we’re forgetting the one person that’s at the center of all of this:
Calvin.


Part VI: And Finally: “I Am Jack’s Lost Youth — Calvin”

As we’ve already thoroughly examined all the secondary members of the cast, and analyzed them in light of their various relationships with the protagonist, actually putting Calvin himself under the microscope, at this point, seems largely unnecessary. After all, there already seems to be abundant evidence of the connections between Fight Club and Calvin and Hobbes. However, there do remain some key points that rest only within Calvin, and only with Calvin, himself. So, examine we shall. 


Although the personality differences between Calvin in the comic strip and Calvin in the movie are pretty large, it can be explained as easily as taking Id and introducing him to Superego (Jack actually seems to have sort of a Super-Superego). Nearly all people go through the same thing when first confronted with the crushing grind of reality. But, as they say, the bigger they are, the harder they fall — and in terms of imagination and dreams, Calvin was a giant.

Above: Calvin displaying an early distaste for institution

Still, it’s not as though no common traits between Calvin-Calvin and Jack-Calvin can be identified at all. Besides a preference for imaginary friends over real ones, and an ability to express affection for girls, Calvin has never done well when forced to play by any sort of rules. Take, for instance, his utter inability in any sort of organized sport, compared to his unbridled joy while playing the make-it-up-as-you-go-along “Calvinball.” Furthermore, even at age 8 Calvin never exactly thrived in stifling, authoritarian establishments (i.e., school), and he’s always had clashes with authority figures since the strip began (his parents, the doctor, his teacher, Rosalyn) — which actually may have initially planted the seeds for Tyler. Beyond that, his excellent vocabulary and way with words is still with him in the voice-over narration of Fight Club, and the rampant materialism that started with mail-order propeller-beanies ended with yin-yang shaped tables. I’m sure I’m even forgetting a few of the similarities — as for the differences, they can be credited to the demoralizing effect of reality.

Of course, there IS the issue of Calvin’s trademark spiky blond hair, noticeably absent on Jack. But, many adult brunettes were blondes as children, and furthermore, notice how Tyler, Jack’s image of an ideal male, does possess the hairstyle in question.

So, when it all comes down to it, what do the events of Fight Club mean to Calvin? Two words: “Personal Responsibility.” For although Fight Club and Project Mayhem were both mostly Tyler’s doing, by the end of the movie, Jack readily accepts his own part of the blame, as Tyler is his creation. And by doing so, he’s also accepting responsibility for the undesirable condition of his own LIFE — his father may have pushed him, but Calvin himself was the one who chose to obey. It is through this newfound self-accountability that Calvin/Jack is able to take control of his own life at last. As skyscrapers flash and crumble in the background, and blood oozes from the bullet hole in his head, Calvin says that he is “okay.” And we are apt to believe him.


Part VI: Odds, Odds, and Ends

Despite my exhaustive research, there are still some oddities and disparities along the way from Calvin to Jack. None of them are too important, so I’ll just list them briefly:

  • Whither Calvin’s trademark red, black-striped shirt? If he’s attempting to revert more back to his old self, you’d think he woulda tracked down something similar, as his “Rosebud.”
  • It’s hard to believe Calvin could ever really get along without TV.
  • Notice how Calvin and Hobbes actually reversed many personality traits as Jack and Tyler? Maybe Calvin is the personality that got repressed and Hobbes is the one that did the “growing up.”
  • Tyler wears a fur coat near the end of the movie. What is the significance of this garment, given his past incarnation as a jungle animal? Discuss.
  • Jack’s skill with firearms apparently was not helped by years of practice on Calvin’s dart gun.
“Stay away from me, Tyler!”
  • If Calvin really wanted to change things, then why didn’t he just dust off his old cardboard-box time machine and hop in?
  • Given Calvin’s dislike for camping trips as a child, it’s strange he took to life in the Paper Street house so easily.
  • Tyler has a preference for loud, gaudy clothing, whereas Hobbes’ look was always one of dignified reserve.
  • If it had been winter in the movie, I’m sure there would have been a scene where Jack and Tyler make a small gallery of gruesome snowmen.
  • After the end of Fight Club, when Calvin realizes he’s effectively killed Hobbes twice now, do you really think he’ll still be “okay”?

Tyler Durden says: “You’ve read this far, you may as well finish it!”

Part VII: Conclusion

*Whew* That was quite a trip, wasn’t it? We’ve come a long way, and you’re probably more than a little confused. So, let’s finish off with some brief explication.

To look at it one way, Calvin’s world in the comic strip is pure, romanticized idealism, whereas in the movie, he lives in gray, bleak reality. Within the safety of the panel, Calvin is perpetually eight years old, terrible things can never happen, and no matter how crazy a stunt he pulls, everything always returns to status quo. Because of this, our hero is free to do as he wishes, free to chase his dreams as wildly as he desires, never having to worry about tomorrow because there essentially will never BE one — unless it’s part of a continuing storyline. This makes the reality of Fight Club all the bleaker, because it depicts what happens when you take someone weaned on dreams and limitless possibilities and jam him into a cramped cage confined by rules and regulations. It probably only took poor Calvin a few years in the adult world (or growing-up world) to fully make the sad change. Watching his dreams be crunched into dust by cold reality, he must have felt a little like Icarus after flying too close to the sun.

In closing, we must remember that the transition from Calvin to Jack is not a terribly unique one. Because really, the same probably would happen to any fantasy character suddenly finding himself in reality. Little Nemo became a banker, Peter Pan became a lawyer, and Garfield was caught and butchered by the chef of a Chinese restaurant. (One exception to this would probably be Charlie Brown, who from all indications, was mentally middle-aged at the time of his birth) Reality bites, kiddies, and Calvin in Fight Club is proof of that.

So there you have it. Incontrovertible evidence, laid out in detail, that the so-called “Fight Club” is indeed a disguised, live-action movie version of Calvin and Hobbes. Perhaps now that this is exposed, David Fincher can come clean and released a director’s cut version called It’s a Magical Fight Club, or perhaps Fight Club is Under the Bed and Drooling; a special edition that will include, among other things, actual video footage of C&H creator Bill Watterson making a rare venture away from his hermitage so he can go to the 20th Century Fox offices and grumpily tear up his royalties check. Hey, if a stuffed tiger can start a bloody underground ring of would-be pugilists, anything can happen.