Warning: this document is intended for persons over the age of eighteen years of age only and does contain mental and subconscious triggers for those who have suffered from the Central Intelligence Agency’s Mk-Ultra Trauma Based Mind Control Projects.
This Journaled Memory is about when my cousin and I were made to run in what is called, The Most Dangerous Game. We were made to run in the game on a fenced off estate somewhere outside of Vici, Oklahoma. This estate was owned by a United States Senator. This game is performed and played not only by Central Intelligence Agency mind slaves, but also by members of the Satanic Elite community. Such families as the Fords, and the Hiltons were present at this event.
In the summer of 1993 while I was on the trip back east with my grandparents and my cousin and after our experience in Memphis Tennessee at the Naval Air Station there, we went and stayed with some friends of my grandparents outside of my grandfather’s hometown of Vici, Oklahoma. As a young man and on the surface, it was cool to go and see the town and the area that my grandfather had told me about from when he was a child growing up there in the Great Depression. I can remember that we got to these people’s farm in the evening, and it had been a windy and cloudy/stormy day. The farm was located outside of town, and it had a long and straight gravel driveway and was fairly secluded from its neighbors. When we arrived, we were greeted by the two older people that lived there. I can remember that his name was Bob, and their last name was Strong. Bob had worked at the local Sheriff’s office in some way. On the surface they seemed to be a nice older couple living outside of town.
They had several animals on the farm including an older coon hunting dog, a horse, and a new little puppy. My cousin really liked the puppy, and he would spend a lot of time playing with it while we were there. We arrived that afternoon and spent some time talking with my grandparent’s old friends and eating a light dinner. We brought in our luggage, and they showed my grandparents the bedroom that they could use while we were staying there. My cousin and I were told that we could sleep on the hide-a-bed couch that was in the living room. The weather cleared up enough for a time and they took us for a walk around the property and showed us around the place. It was a beautiful farm with a large expanse of well-kept grass all around the house and patches of trees and woods. I do not know how much land they owned there.
I have always liked horses and they showed us the horse and introduced us. Bob told me that I could ride the horse while I was staying there if I wished to do so, and I had told him that I would love to as I have always enjoyed riding. The coon hunting dog was in a kennel near the horse corral, but Bob did not want U.S. getting too close to it as he said that he was not a nice dog, and he was only used for hunting: coon hunting. Bob and my grandfather talked about going out into the woods with the dog to go coon hunting while we were staying there at the farm and they both decided on a day within which we could go. They asked my cousin and I if we would not like to go coon hunting and we both eagerly agreed that it would be fun. I can remember asking Bob and my grandfather about hunting licenses as we were not in our home state of Idaho, and I imagined that there would be some laws around the hunting of racoons. But they told me that we would not need them as we would be hunting on private property, and it would not be a big deal there in rural Oklahoma. It was decided that we would go coon hunting on the morning that we were to be leaving the farm, the day after tomorrow, and they said that we would need to get up early that day to get a good start on it if we were to go. We would stay there at the farm that night, all the next day, and then go coon hunting the following morning. After we had gone coon hunting, we were to hit the road and head down to Texas and New Mexico to see some more of my grandparent’s friends and family there.
I will not go too in-depth into our stay there at the farm. There were some bad things that happened to my cousin and I there that I have not been able to write out in full as of yet, and therefore I cannot discuss here in this work. I can tell you that there was a big lighting storm on the first night that we were there. My cousin and I were staying in the living room on the hide-a-bed sofa, and seldom have I seen the kind of lightning that they experience there in Oklahoma and the Midwest; the sky seemed to be constantly lit up with the light of the bolts and the sound of thunder seemed to constantly shake the house. It was an incredible show by mother nature.
The next day Bob was not around the house and my grandmother spent time resting and chatting with Bobs wife. My grandfather, cousin, and I took a drive around the area and our grandfather took U.S. out to one of the old graveyards there in rural Oklahoma which was located near the farm. We visited some of the graves there and he told my cousin and I some of the stories of his youth and about growing up there. He told us that when he was young, he would help to dig some of the graves that were in this graveyard, and he told us that at times while they were digging they would hit rock which would make it all that much more difficult. He told us of a time when they were digging a grave and they hit rock at about three feet down or so and could not dig through it with hand shovels. He said that they had decided to use some dynamite to blast the rock in order to get through it and continue digging the grave. He said that they had set a fuse and placed the dynamite in the hole. One of them had lit the fuse and then they had all gotten back waiting for the coming explosion. But he said that the explosion did not come when it was supposed to, and they sat waiting in great anticipation. Finally, it was decided that someone should check on the dynamite and the fuse; my grandfather got on his stomach and began to crawl up to the open hole so that he could see what had gone wrong. He said that right as he was about to put his head over the hole to have a look, KA BOOM, the dynamite went off with a great explosion. He said that he was lucky and grateful to still be alive after that and it had shaken him up pretty good; my grandfather had almost lost his head.
He also talked some about growing up in the area and about the young men and boys back at that time and how rough and tough they could be. He said that all the young men and boys at that time carried knives, fixed blade knives mostly. He said that this was for practical purposes such as working on and around the farm but also for fighting. He said that when a fight would break out between two young men, often it would start with fists but would then end with the knives. Our grandfather told us that he had seen lots of young men there in Oklahoma get cut up in these brawls. For myself, as a young man it was hard to imagine getting into a fight with one of my classmates and cutting them up with a knife, and I found this to be a rather rough sounding kind of existence. But for my grandfather at that time, it had just been a part of life.
When we left the graveyard and started toward the farm again, I can remember that my grandfather let me drive the van for a short time. The graveyard was located out on a gravel country road with very little traffic, and I got behind the wheel and drove for a ways. I did not do very well at driving, and I kept pulling too far to the right and almost driving us off of the road. My grandfather yelled at me not to drive us into the ditch, and I jerked the wheel to the left and jerked the van around on the road; I was not very good at driving at that time. I was not allowed to drive for long as my grandfather said that he needed his van to be able to get us home from the trip and he did not want me to wreck it. He got behind the wheel again and we were back to the farm by early afternoon.
We had a barbeque there at the house that night and I can remember that this seemed to be a real highlight of our stay for my grandparents and their friends, the Strong’s. Food was very important for these older people who had lived through a time in the country when food was not so readily available. When Bob got back to the house that afternoon it was decided that we needed some things from the store for our meal, so grandpa, Bob, my cousin, and I all loaded up into Bobs truck and made the short drive into town to get a few groceries. I can remember my grandfather and Bob talking as we drove and listening to their conversation. They talked about the people in the area and who was still living where, etc. Then my grandfather had asked Bob if he went into town much, to which he replied, no he did not. He told my grandfather that the people in town did not like him because of what he was known for. I can remember finding it strange that the people in town would not like Bob, because to me he seemed like an ok fellow and my grandfather was friends with him, so I thought that he must be ok. But there was a lot of things that I could not remember about my grandfather at that time and there were things that I could not remember about Bob. The good people in Oklahoma had particularly good reason to not welcome either of these men into their town or their businesses. There were however, no incidents in town, and we were able to get the groceries that we needed for dinner that evening, but all of this was very strange to me.
We had our barbeque, and it was a beautiful summer evening in Oklahoma there at the farm. Everyone enjoyed themselves and I was also able to ride the horse that evening up and down the lane, which was a real treat as horses are such regal and beautiful animals. I can remember that there were glow bugs there in Oklahoma and they came out as it started to get dark. It was the craziest thing seeing a bug light up like that at night. We all ate lots of food and did not go to bed hungry that night, which was good because before bed we were told that we would not be having breakfast before we went coon hunting in the morning. My cousin and I were told that we would eat when we had gotten back from our hunting trip, so we were to fast that next morning for the hunt. They told U.S. that this was a tradition of coon hunting.
We got up early that next morning and all four of U.S. got ready to go. We did not have breakfast and my grandfather and Bob loaded up the hunting dog and the hunting rifle into Bob’s truck. My cousin and I were seated in the back seat for the drive. Bob pulled the truck out of the driveway, and we all headed north on one of the gravel backroads. I can remember that I had really wished that we could have eaten breakfast that morning. I was a young growing teenager and was getting hungry but when I voiced my complaints, I was sternly told by my grandfather to bee silent on this issue as he told me that I did not need food at that time. The drive to where we were to go hunting was not far and it was not close to the farm; we sat quietly in the back of the truck as it hummed down the road with the early morning sun, and it was the beginning of a very hot and humid day. I can remember that my cousin fell asleep as we drove, and he did not wake up again until we were at the estate. This estate was owned by a man who was a U.S. Senator.
When we got close to the estate Bob turned U.S. off of the road we were on and onto an even smaller gravel backroad leading into an extensively wooded area. We drove into the trees and for a short way on this road before we came to a fence and a gate in front of the road with an armed guard standing at the left side of the gate. He was dressed in dark colored military BDU’s and was armed with an assault weapon. Bob rolled his window down and he and my grandfather talked to the guard for just a moment. They were all friendly toward each other and they told the guard that we were there for the game. The guard knew what they were talking about, and he told U.S. to proceed on the road to the estate where he said that everyone was gathering before it started. In my mind I began to realize that my cousin and I were actually not going coon hunting. My cousin was still fast asleep there in the back of the truck as the guard opened the gate and we continued down the little dirt road until we came around a corner and there was a large two- or three-story home with lots of glass windows and a beautiful well-kept lawn. The home was to our right as we entered the compound area and to our left was a large circular parking area where other vehicles had already begun to assemble for the game. Behind the parking area were some agricultural shop style buildings and next to these structures were two or three small black recon helicopters; none of this looked good to me but I did not say a word.
They parked the truck there with all of the other vehicles in the gravel parking area. The vehicles in the parking area formed a semi-circle around the open center. I was told to keep quiet and to stay in the truck while my grandfather and Bob got out to talk with the other adults there. When they closed the doors as they got out my cousin woke up with somewhat of a start and began to look all around and he looked very confused and perplexed. He looked at me and he asked me what was going on and where we were. I did not know what to say other than that we had been told to stay in the truck.
It was hot in the truck with the sun shining in and my cousin and I sat and looked around through the windows trying to understand what was going on outside of the vehicle. My grandfather and Bob were talking with some other people, and I can remember them talking about my cousin and I because they were pointing at U.S. in the truck. After a couple of minutes, we could see that other kids were beginning to get out of the other vehicles and Bob came over to the driver’s side door of the truck and he opened the main door and then the back third door where my cousin and I were seated. He had his rifle in his hand, and he looked angry and mean and he sternly told my cousin and I to get out of the truck. He was not nice in any way about it, and I could tell that we were going into something very bad. My cousin and I got out of the truck and Bob moved U.S. over to the back of the vehicle. Here they told U.S. to Bee Silent and to Stand at Attention, which we both did in the hot morning sun. I could see the other children being made to stand in much the same fashion as my cousin and I.
Bob gave my grandfather the rifle and he got his dog out of the cage in the back of the truck for use in the game. Each group present had its own dog or set of dogs for the purposes of the game. Everyone had guns too, and I didn’t understand what was going on. The adults talking with my grandfather walked away and my grandfather and Bob stood together with the dog now on a leash next to my cousin and I and began to talk about the other groups of people and children that were present there for The Game.
There were several groups present at the site who were there to take part in the game. Across from U.S. and to our right closer to the house was a very fancy and large four door pick-up truck. There outside the truck was a young man around my age who was thin and tall. My grandfather and Bob said that this young man was a member of the Ford family and that this group represented the Ford Family bloodline. There was also a Suburban style SUV there in the parking area with two females that were also around my age and were both standing outside of their vehicle across from U.S. They were both thin and of average height and had long blond hair and were both very attractive. My grandfather and Bob said that these were the Hilton girls, Paris and Nicky. There were some other groups that were there such as a family from the country music industry, but I cannot remember who they were, or I would tell you. I will tell you that there was a large van that had brought several children that were orphans and were not members of any known bloodline; these children would be used as disposables there at The Game. Each group represented its family or organization and my cousin and I represented the Chosen of the Central Intelligence Agency.
After a few moments of standing silently and listening to my grandfather and Bob talk about the various families present and as all of the children got out of their vehicles the word was given that it was time to begin The Game, and that all players should prepare themselves. The adults around the area began to talk with the children in their groups and the children began to remove their clothing. Bob commanded my cousin and I to take our clothes off and to fold them up and put them on the tail gate of the truck. All of this was in and of itself traumatizing as we removed our clothing and placed it on the tailgate of the truck and then standing again at attention. It was very humiliating to be standing there completely naked in the hot morning sun in front of everyone and I could see the other children as they also stripped down naked. By this time, I had disassociated from my base personality, and I had moved into a personality that was capable of dealing with such a situation as this; I was well over the rainbow by that point in time.
Not all of the children were sent into the woods at once, but we were sent in an order according to our place of standing within the elite community. The first one I can remember running was the young tall blond kid from the Ford family. My grandfather, being a homosexual pedophile openly admired the naked young man as he began to run alone across the grass on the south side of the house; he ran fast and moved quickly across the lawn to a forest of deciduous trees and disappeared into the foliage. One at a time each individual or group of children was made to run in the game. The Hilton sisters were made to go just before my cousin and I, and I can remember as they bolted away from the group of vehicles and people across the lawn. Before the Hilton sisters reached the thick of trees where the blond kid had disappeared moments before my cousin and I were told to, “RUN”! and when we were told this, we ran.
I ran faster than my cousin as I was older and taller than he, and I was ahead of him when I came up on the Hilton sisters who were to my left before the tree line. They had not made it to the trees but rather, the younger of the two, Nicky had stumbled in their flight and sprained her ankle badly and was trying to get up and run but was clearly having trouble doing so. Paris was trying desperately to help her sister to get to the trees and get away from those who were about to pursue U.S. all. I can remember that as I came up upon them Paris turned and looked at me and I could see the duress in her eyes and the plea for help that was not spoken but was nonetheless clearly communicated. I slowed in my run, and I began to turn in their direction as I was compelled to help them in their current state. But as I began to turn in their direction there were adults yelling from behind me and suddenly a shot was fired, and a bullet passed directly above my head and zipped into the trees in front of me. I ducked and turned to see my cousin coming upon me as fast as he could ever move and he was screaming at me and waving his arm; he screamed, “RUN, RUN, RUN!” just as another shot rang out and another bullet zipped above my head and into the trees beyond. Leaving the Hilton sisters, I turned and I ran as fast as I could into the thick of the trees as another shot rang out and ripped through the foliage above our heads. My God it was scary.
We ran like hell and moved as fast as we could through the thick and swampy foliage of the woods. We ran a short way into the thick of the trees and my cousin soon became tired and overcome with exhaustion from what we were going through. He ducked under a tree and just stopped to hide and rest for a moment; he looked terrified. I was determined to stay with him and help him as best I could to stay alive as my grandfather had told U.S. to stay together and this thought helped me to deal with the situation and the threat to my own life. More shots rang out through the trees in the direction that we had come from, and we could hear the dogs barking in the distance and getting closer. The helicopters started up and we could hear them moving into the air. My cousin and I continued to run and hide for an unknown amount of time there in the thick of the woods. In that time, we came upon one of the orphan girls that I had seen back at the parking area before the games began. She was hiding in the thick of the woods and she was clearly terrified of the situation as she was hunkered down in a ball, and she was crying and alone. We did not talk to her, but I motioned for her to come with U.S. so that she did not get discovered and killed as I could see she had very little skill in concealing herself and staying ahead of those pursuing us. From time to time the dogs and the guns would get close, but we were able to evade them and keep moving and the helicopters stayed away as they were occupied with the others in the beginning of the game. I can remember that at one point my cousin began to cover himself with mud and the young girl and I both did the same as it seemed a logical idea at the time to help to cover our scent and to disguise our white bodies there in the forest. Then the helicopters came.
The helicopters found us, and we ran. We could hear the dogs getting closer. I led us to a swampy area where there was a pool of water with lilies and hollow reeds. My cousin had the idea to use the reeds as a breathing apparatus and we were to hide ourselves under the water with the lilies. There was very little time for discussion, and we all got into the water and used the reeds as straws to breath. This worked for a short time and if not for the helicopters we may have evaded our captors at least for a time; but from the air we were spotted there in the water, and it was the girl who first stood up to face the men and the dog. I could hear the rustle in the water and the bark of the dog and the voice of a man on the shore of the waterline; it was Bob. I did not want to let her face them alone as if we were discovered there was no point in remaining in the water. So, I and my cousin both stood and there was the man who had driven U.S. there in the truck standing with his dog and his rifle as well as two or three men dressed in black military BDU’s. Bob was talking on the radio with the man who was above us in the helicopter; I recognized the voice over the radio as it was my grandfather. Bob was telling my grandfather that we had a girl with U.S. My grandfather asked Bob who the girl was, and Bob told him that it was one of the orphans. I can remember my grandfather getting really pissed at this and I could hear him yell over the radio, “Shoot that fucking bitch!!!” It was my grandfather, and he was telling Bob to shoot the orphan girl because she was not supposed to be with my cousin and I. Bob took his rifle and he leveled his barrel on the girl who stood terrified and motionless, and he shot her in the chest. I was standing close to her, and it was beyond traumatic to witness. The girl flailed into the water, and I screamed, “NO!!!”. The man shot her again there in the water and the men in military BDU’s dragged my cousin and I from the swamp and onto the shore. It was all too much to bear but it was far from over.
The men forced U.S. out of the woods and into a clear area where my grandfather above U.S. in the helicopter could see and was telling the men on the ground to take U.S. to. There was a small meadow just a short distance from where we had hidden in the swamp and the men took U.S. there and made U.S. get on our knees there in the grass. I do not know what they did with the girl’s body. The men on the ground held U.S. there in the meadow for a time as the helicopter landed a short distance away. I could see my grandfather sitting in the small airship as a passenger; he was wearing his civilian clothes, and he was carrying a thirty caliber M1 carbine rifle with him. He got out of the airship after it landed, and he came directly to where my cousin and I were being held. At first upon seeing him I had hoped for some mercy in our capture, but the mercy was only in our still breathing. When my grandfather reached U.S., they used the dog to rape both my cousin and I there in the meadow. A small pickup truck was brought in by some of the men in military BDU’s for transporting U.S. back to the house and when they had finished raping U.S. with the dog, they took U.S. over to the truck and anally raped U.S. there. After this we were put in the back of the truck, and they drove U.S. back through the woods to the house. The dog was in the back of the truck, and someone had to keep it from trying to hump U.S. as we went through the woods. The whole experience was worse than a nightmare.
They parked the truck near the house, and my cousin and I were made to get out of the back. Bob took the dog and headed back toward his truck to put the dog back into its pen in the truck bed. My cousin and I were taken around to the back of the house where there was an outdoor shower that my grandfather made U.S. use to get cleaned up from all the mud, grim and other nasty materials that we had acquired on our persons during The Game. There were towels there and after showering we were wrapped in a towel and my grandfather said that he had to put the rifle away that he had taken from the house before we went back to our truck. My cousin and I followed my grandfather into the house to put the rifle away and it was quiet and dark inside. There was a gun cabinet with several weapons in one of the bedrooms on the first floor of the home and my grandfather put the gun away here after unloading it and wiping it down with a cloth to make sure that it was clean. My grandfather took the time to hypnotize my cousin and I there in the privacy of the home. He also produced a handheld stun gun from his coat pocket and used it on U.S. When we could walk straight again, we went back near the shower and were told to leave the towels there by the house somewhere as they were not ours. We then walked naked back across the lawn to the truck and the parking area in the hot sunshine of Oklahoma. When we got to the truck, we were given our clothes and told to get dressed. I can remember that by this point in time I was in a complete state of confusion and repressed trauma, and it was difficult to function; my cousin was having even more trouble than I was. Nonetheless, with the help of my grandfather we were able to get dressed again and get loaded back up into the truck. Bob started up the truck and we left the house and the gravel parking area without talking to anyone else from the game.
We took the same driveway that we had entered the compound on and checked out at the gate. When we got to the road leading back to the farm my grandfather and Bob talked about the events of the morning and the families that had been there at the estate. My grandfather had been impressed by the families at The Game such as the Ford Family and the Hilton family. He talked about how nice and fancy the Ford family’s truck had been and both of these men said that they each wished that they had such a fancy truck as that. My grandfather said that he was glad that he did not drive the van to The Game because that would have just been shameful. As they discussed this it seemed to me that both of these men were extremely shallow, and I did not care about the truck or the money and power these families wielded. On the drive back to the farm my grandfather also talked about the Hilton sisters and the incident where one of them had sprained their ankle; he brought up how I had slowed to assist them. My grandfather told me the father of these girls was ready to kill me if I tried to help them and that my grandfather himself had been the one who had fired the shots over my head in order to get me to leave the girls where they were and run. He said all of this as though he had done me a great service in his actions. All of this was a mind bender as we drove toward the farm, and life as a simple fifteen-year-old kid on vacation with his cousin and his grandparents.
We went back to the farm, and we had brunch. We acted as though nothing at all had happened that day and we simply had brunch, packed up our things, and said goodbye to my grandparents’ friends and thanked them for their hospitality. After this we were heading toward Texas where we would meet up with Byrd and his wife, and then to New Mexico. That is what I can remember of my experience with The Most Dangerous (and stupid) of Games.
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