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Too conflicted to think right. Butterfly Chimera delves deep into MKUltra / ritual abuse and many other topics and ties a lot of things together.

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"I did have a stay at the infamous A.G. Dozier Reform School for Boys. I was taken for radio telemetry and radio crystal implants testing. I wore the halo for communications testing and for the child hunting game called “Run Rabbit Run”. "

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In 1964 to 1966 I was used in “Run Rabbit Run”. The Men took us to who I believe was the school’s Superintendent to arrange the child hunt. The men called us “the rabbit hunt” in code talk.

The Superintendent knew my father on a long term basis. The Superintendent arranged a hunt in the woods with some black children of different ages. To test my halo and communication skills, the men would gather with guns and dogs and target black boys to kill.

Radio operators would send a voice command for me to yell “Run Rabbit Run”. I was dressed as a young boy and had to wave my arms to signal the race. The black boys were lined up at gun point for the sunset hunt. That is when they began to hunt, at sunset.

Once I signaled and the satellite tone sounded, the White House Boys ran for their lives to hide. These men would get drunk and hunt those children and the ELITE would gang rape them.

The boys would be shot and killed, stabbed and skinned alive. Body parts were trophies just like deer antlers.

If any kids were wounded or ran too far they sent the bloodhounds and sometimes the German Shepherds depending on the Hunters.

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CHILD MURDER AND TORTURE I hated the hunts in the woods. Human men hunted human children after torturing them. Even the beagle dogs hated the hunts trying to lick fatally injured children to comfort them until called back to kennel.

It was the most pathetic thing a human person could imagine. The injured and dying kids screamed while being sexually mutilated. These same kids had been raped, slapped, beaten and spit on by the staff members in the days, weeks and months before they died.

Would you ever reincarnate?

The black gangsters were born in our 50 year New World Order society from these types of experiences.

Shane was boy a few years older than me. I tried to save him from the hunts. I was little and did not talk much. Sometimes he walked me places in the black cottages as a buddy. He sat with me at lunch as a minder. I was very psychic. I spoke meanly to myself in my head all the time. I could only eat Jell-O and drink milk.

Then one day after lunch, I heard Shane’s voice in my head and he was staring at me with his eyes not talking.

He started to tell me about Jesus Christ and to pray to him. I told Shane I was an Angel and he said no. I said, yes, the Jesuits said I was an Angel.

Shane looked mad face at me. He said I was a devil for “Run Rabbit Run”. I said a spaceman talks to me in my head through the halo.

I said a spaceman tells me what to say. Sometimes I hear them talking like big people do in offices.

I said maybe Shane could hide and get away someday. I was waiting to get my catheter out so I could run. Shane did not know I was a

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boy. He was shocked and then pissed off because he got the picture by psychic flash. Girls weren’t supposed to be there and he had a big secret to keep.

When Shane found out I was a girl he told the others. They made fun of me and pinched me. I started thinking about running away. He was the only person I “spoke” with and he hated me.

Sometimes I knew the day of planned night hunts because radio signals would leak through my blue halo. I knew the hunt was going to happen. I told Shane in my mind it was coming and to avoid it and to throw up if possible or something like that.

Shane was a black foster child and his father was always missing. Shane had seizures from traumas. They took brain buds from Shane too. He was sent to Dozier for experiments with Dr. Souza. We had electroshock therapy sessions together. After our escape attempt, he never came back.

Shane knew about the hunts but had not been chosen. He knew the men were drunk and would forget the kids sometimes. I was scared he was going to be called for the hunt and be killed.

I projected my DNA memories. I had Indian survival skills I projected to him how to use the wet mud to hide in the open. This is what I was going to do if I got away. Mind you, I was all of 4 years old.

I told him that fireflies would light his path so he could see. Indians had to live that way. We could send them with our thoughts during “dreamtime” or electroshock therapy. I told him I was going to run.

That night the men got drunk and the bonfire was big. The men went wild and beat the kids in front of the fire. The boys screamed and screamed. Shane was not there.

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Meanwhile, I stood on the edge of the pine forest being very quiet until all the men were occupied and the dogs were kenneled.

I took one last look and ran for my life. I was never coming back and I ran silently through the dark woods all by myself. It got cold and I went to sleep under a tree finally letting go of my body shakes.

A dog and a man woke me up and it was the Superintendent himself. I was carried back to the White House offices.

The men got together and talked to me after putting their hands on my throat so I could not breathe or talk. I was sentenced to “The Strap”. I remember being a very skinny girl who just had metal implants unscrewed and was going to run away but got caught. They gave me the verdict.

I went to see “The Strap Man”. He very carefully showed me how he oiled the straps to they did not bite too deeply into skin. He showed me the lead bars and I felt their different weights.

The man slid the smooth flat metal in the different straps to get them ready for punishment. I saw two straps. One was mine and one was Shane’s.

The Strap Man put a hood on my head. They did not want anyone else to know I was getting beaten. I was marched up the 3 wooden steps into the sleeping room for the black kids.

The doors opened up to the outside and I could see light streaming through from under my hood.

I could smell roses. He went first. The Strap Man and a Black Supervisor attacked him for talking to me. They beat his face. They stripped his clothes off. I could hear his shame as they raped him and verbally assaulted him.

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After the rape and humiliation, Shane was beaten with the strap of 3 bars. He was 10 years old. I smelled the cottage roses throughout my whole ordeal.

I suspect Shane had a broken back. I was worried they would take him to Sunland and get his brain buds. Afterwards, they threw the mutilated bodies in the Sunland furnace.

I do not know where Shane’s body is buried. I don’t know if he is buried in Boot Hill but I hope they find him some day.

Photographic Evidence of Orphan Experiments

This photo was taken on “Interdimensional Island” in 1966. I had just returned from covert Sunland and A.G. Dozier assignments.

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Not even the worst of what happened. The above was in Florida apparently

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my ear after that. I suspect I had a radio crystal implant tuned to a satellite activation frequency.

MK Ultra Funded Projects Supplied Equipment When MK Ultra Project formed they studied human brains. The space program was interested in growing unique radio crystals for frequency control and spying,

They created tiny radio crystals and optic nerve crystals for brain implants. I believe that Dr. Souza spoke about acoustic studies in Vienna to the newspaper article “Somebody’s Child”.

The brain experiments and the foster care experiments were part of larger social studies run by big Universities.

Grandfather held a Sociology Degree and Master’s degree from Washington University and St. Louis University.

Secret Agendas 1961-2000 and Beyond St. Louis University worked with the Jesuits and they made hospitals with Catholics charities, Jesuits, the Masons, the English churches and many interested groups.

Many had pedophile based agendas as frustrated homosexual men that wanted sons.

One big agenda was control of the actual human body like a programmable container. Homosexual people did not feel comfortable being gay in public in 1960 and 1970’s. It took lots of activism to introduce it as normal to society.

After my grandfather died in 2010 things got strange. My house was burglarized and all computer files taken.

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FLORIDA ‘S CHILD GENOCIDE I have been actively complaining for 4 solid years now since my memory recovery. I provided a list of contact attempts to you that I have made since I retrieved my memories.

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I will continue to work with media to enlighten people about the issues since we can NOT get justice for surviving our childhood in Florida’s Reform Programs and experimental MK Ultra labs.

May GOD have mercy on the SOULS of the Damned

Survivor Testimony of Deep Trauma Experiments 1961-1975

You have my total support anon

do uyou have a copy of the pdf?