"And your little dog, too"
Something about that movie though, well I just can't get it out of my head
But I can't remember why I was in it or what part I was supposed to play. - Bob Dylan
The "Base Program"
"Dad, Dr Black, and other mental programmers often used movies and storybook themes and characters to create alter-states and systems of alter-states in the minds of their child victims," writes Kathleen Sullivan in Unshackled: A Survivor's Story of Mind Control. "The Wizard of Oz was known among programmers as the "base program" movie for children of my generation":
Each year, Dad forced me to watch the movie on television, even though I cried and begged him not to make me. This was before the VCR was invented. The Wicked Witch of the West and her monkey soldiers always frightened me, as did the tornado that lifted and carried Dorothy in her house from Kansas to the Land of Oz.
"The annual televising of Judy Garland's The Wizard of Oz was celebrated as a grand holiday around my house," Cathy O'Brien similarly notes in TranceFormation of America. Sue Ford, writing as "Brice Taylor," shares a similar story in Thanks for the Memories. And for what it's worth, Mark David Chapman also "looked forward to the annual showing of The Wizard of Oz on TV." It may not be worth much, because so did I, and millions of others. I even looked forward to hiding behind the couch when the flying monkeys appeared. However, Chapman's inner life was governed by a council of "little people," possibly inspired by Oz's munchkins. In the second book of Sinister Forces, Peter Levenda writes that Chapman "was so enthralled with this movie that when he went to New York City to kill John Lennon, he bought a still of the film that he left propped up in his hotel room." Interestingly, his little people abandoned him once he'd killed Lennon. In Chapman's words, quoted by Colin Ross in Bluebird, "the movie strip broke."
As we know, there's much more to Oz programming than simply its viewing. Sullivan continues:
Later, Dad hypnotically imprinted the identities and personalities of several of the movie's characters onto a succession of blank slate alter-states that he'd created through unusually severe torture. Several of these alter-states were later used on black ops.
Sullivan's "scarcrow" alter was programmed to believe she had no brain, leaving her extraordinarily suggestible to whoever triggered it. Her "cowardly lion" compartmentalized her fear. "Tin man" was most highly prized by her handlers: a male-alter who didn't have a heart.
Her Oz-programmed alters were conditioned to identify Washington, DC with the Emerald City. The phrase "over the rainbow" was used to dissociate her from her normal life, "with the symbolic rainbow hypnotically bridging them," and the phrase "there's no place like home" was used to return her to it. Cathy O'Brien writes that one of her Washington Secret Service escorts "linked arms with me like Dorothy did with her companion when walking the Yellow Brick Road." This would have appeared to be normal behavior...but to me it was a signal to 'stay the course.'"
Whenever I refer to O'Brien and her book I feel obliged to note my reservation. She's clearly endured abuse, but I think there's good reason to believe her traumatic memories have been intentionally contaminated - "scrambled" is how Kathleen Sullivan puts it - in order to discredit, contain and lead the emerging voices of a generation of mind control survivors who were breaking from their programming. (Yet, ten years ago, she improbably wrote about Dick Cheney's "oversized penis." And, as we saw....)
And this not only has the ring of truth, but makes an awful sense:
Much of The Wizard of Oz lends itself to themes commonly used by perpetrators. For example, nearly all MPDs/DIDs have suffered the loss of pets during ritualized torture. And all of Baum's character Dorothy's nightmarish experiences "over the rainbow in Oz" stemmed from her desire to risk her own life to protect her threatened pet. Abusers use this lesson to condition the victim to drop all resistance and cooperate or "I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog (or child) too."
The "Wizard of Oz" letter
Bush watchers have called the death of George W's younger sister a formative event in his life. He was seven, and the attachment he felt to Robin may have been the strongest in his young life. Before she died of leukemia, the nature of her illness was hidden from him. The day after she died, his parents golfed. Barbara claims the impact of her loss upon her son has been "exaggerated."
Bush's piety and vulgarity is not the straightforward hypocricy of a Nixon. He contains both, and undoubtedly more we can't see, within a painfully fractured personality. Describing Bush's first meeting with Canadian Prime Minister Paul Martin, The Globe and Mail's Lawrence Martin wrote that "the Canadian side, while aware of the president's penchant for religiosity, had been expecting to talk more about softwood lumber than the Ten Commandments. The Canadians didn't expect the morality play. Nor did they expect that, almost in the same breath, Mr. Bush would be filling the air with the f-word and other saucy expletives of the type that would surely leave the Lord perturbed."
Disturbingly, and further suggestive of a generational sickness, Bush's sexual vulgarity appears to have a parental component. Asked at the Republican Convention in 1988 [the second convention at which Omaha's Larry King - paedophile, pimp, Satanist and Bush confidant - had been invited to sing the national anthem] "When you're not talking politics, what do you and [your father] talk about?" He replied, "Pussy."
A recent signature event that should have told everyone that America had gone not only terribly wrong, but also awfully weird, was Bush's performance last year before the Kean Commission. (Or rather, before the two commissioners briefly admitted to the White House.) Remember his "Wizard of Oz letter" - so-called by a Republican strategist - that laid out the conditions of his testimony? Foremost was the unprecedented insistance that he would testify only in the company of Dick Cheney.
I don't know if George Bush is truly over the rainbow, but he's certainly under control.
If you recall the first explanation for Bush's flight to Omaha on September 11, and for sometime after until it became inconvenient, it was that the Secret Service had received a threat to Air Force One ("Angel is next"), "using code words known only to the agency's staff."
On September 12, Ari Fleisher told reporters “we have specific and credible information” that Air Foce One was a target. The next day he was asked to confirm the substance of the threat, and whether it used code words. Fleisher replied,“Yes I can. That’s correct.” White Soon after on FoxNews, Condoleeza Rice also confirmed the threat included secret codes, and told Tony Snow “It’s not clear how the code name was gotten. We’re a very open society and I don’t think it’s any surprise to anyone that leaks happen.”
One virtue of Webster Tarpley's 9/11 Synthetic Terror is his collation and analysis of the warning, the use to which it was put, and how it was made to disappear:
In the short term [the threat provided] a cover for the reasons that had actually caused him to flee across the country. However, the “Angel is next” story contained an explosive potential for the longer term, since by pointing toward the existence of highly-placed moles within the administration who had access to top secret code words and procedures, it threatened to explode the official myth of 9/11 which was then taking shape.
As Bush gathered momentum with his “war on terrorism”…the need to protect the coherence of the official myth became paramount. It was at this time that the threat story began to be denied, not by officials speaking on the record, but by mysterious, anonymous leakers.
Most observers, even most skeptics of the official account, readily adopted the quiet and anonymous denial, happy to spin a specious and simple "Bush ran scared" story, rather than follow up the implications of a Seven Days in May scenario in which the President was threatened by a mole in the White House at least to make him stay away until the Dark Actors had finished their moves before he mounted the stage to play the part for which he'd been cast. (It may have been just one of Bush's lessons that day. A story Daniel Hopsicker has rescued from the memory hole is a possible early morning assassination attempt upon the President, using the same ruse which got Afghan Northern Alliance leader Shah Masood killed just two days before.) Another fixture of the literature of mind control survivors is the staged attempt upon their lives, which reinforces a pattern of dependence upon their abusers.
The "Wizard of Oz letter" revealed, even to a hardened conventionalist like Eleanor Clift, that "Cheney is a co-president or worse, the puppeteer who pulls Bush’s strings." It's worse than that. Bush isn't in Kansas anymore. He's in Nebraska.
I have the button, but I regret the cheap slogan, "Bush knew." Bush knew? What part of Bush knew what?