Ccru - Who s Pulling Your Strings (Frozen Tears I) (2003)

peripheral vision I could see rhe owner lifting his neck so that he could see me, read my face and hear my answer. I said'teil me, then what's the difference between all this and an opera by'Wagner eh? Is this eiliptical or 1'ust circular?' He stared back and then said 'the difference is, this is definitely circular: the pain you feel now is just the start, I haven't hnished with you and I'11 be back larer'. Then he turned and walked calmlv from the room. ITHO IS PULLING YOIIR STRINGS? The folloz.uing transcript was first brot.tght to our attention in early December 2oo2 by a bemused colleague, wlto came across it while trawling through the web for conspiracy_ related material. The site later disappeared zuithout tace, despite our persistent attempts to relocate it. No doubt Ms Morrison will atuibute this, too, to the Ccru take_over of cyberspace. Though Morcison's allegation is clearly preposterous and the bulk of the content mystifies us entireb), it indicates sorne limited, albeit highly confused, knowledge of recent Ccrw cultural production. No member of the Ccru has any recall zahatsoeaer of encountering Ms Justine Morrison at any time. We are not convinced that she ez,en exists. Our perplexitg has prot-toked us to respond. We must emphasize, howezter, that we d.o not acknowledge any responsibilitg to address her bizarre accusatians. Morrison's web-text "I u)as a Ccru Meat-puppet" was purported$t transcribed faithfully from a l,iae address, giaen to the South London Monarch-Victims Support Group, Itlovember jrd, zooz. We haoe reproduced it here without abridgement or aberation, with Ccru's oun contments end. at the I was a Ccru Meat_puppet This testament is intended as a warning. It is addressed to those whose eyes and ears and minds can be opened. Hope lies with those people, those brave souls who dare to look. And if my experiences have taught me anything, ir is that there is always hope no matter how dark and Jesperate things may seem. Many, many people around 328 329

some of you here will open your eyes this evening' Don't 'It's better with the butterfly.' Can you imagine how I felt when I saw that siogan for rhe first time?The biggest software company in the world announces the upgrading of its online network with a strapline that was You wouldn't be here unless you had already questjoned the Lie. So the fact you are here at all is a cause for hope' specifically addressed to me, whom they called Assassin 8.\7hen I saw those words I just froze.Thankfully, I have come so far in my recovery now drat I did not succumb to panic. I realized that this sign was as much a cause of hope as a reason to fear. They had gained a new confidence in showing themselves. The war was entering another phase. So be it. 'It's better with the butterfly.' Don't believe it for a second. It will be worse. Far, far the world are learning to open their eyes' I know that underestimate your power and importance' \flith each new pair of eyes that can see, we grow stronger, and the Evil retreats. It depends on not being looked at, on not being seen for what it is. Many of the things I will tell you will seem unbelievable at first. Many of you will think that the events I will describe could not possibly have happened' Some of you will think that I am crazy. You know what? That is exactly what I would have thought a few years ago'Yes, that's exactly what I would have thought even though many of those atrocious, unbelievable things had already happened to me personally. You see, when something ,r"iy ut.o.iors happens to you, you can't remember it' You screen it orit in order to survive' That's what they count on. They feed on your disbelief' They want to make it impossibleYor you to believe that they exist at all. That's how theY operate. This is a critical time in our struggle' Things are dark and desperate now. Believe me. Things are more dark and desperate than you could ever imagine' They are playing out on the biggest possible stage' The biggest possible: the whole human race is at risk' I wish I was exaggerating. You know, they are getting more and more sure of themselves. They are passing messages on the grandest possible scale and they do not even feel the need to encrlpt them verY much. 330 worse. The ustt8 campaign is a sign that my former handlers, a group calling itself the Ccru, has taken control of the emerging planet-mind. This should make you very scared indeed. My tale is easier to tell because of the brave and honest trailblazing done by Cathy O'Brien. It is Cathy who has done most to expose the monstrous evil of the Monarch Program. Every American - in fact every concerned citizen of the world - needs to read her book TranceFormation of America. Presumably, many of you are here today because you have already read it. For the benefit of those of you who haven't read Cathy's work, I must pause and explain a little about what the -lvtonarch Program is. Those who know a little about it will have to excuse the fact that my initial explanation of Monarch will be very short. Some might think it is misleadingly short. Perhaps this is so. But to consider Monarch in all its aspects would take much longer than the time I have available today. 33r

The Monarch program is a mind control program' It is named after the Monarch butterfly, because, just as the butterfly changes its form - metamorphoses so the controllers 'trance-form' the mind and personality of their subjects. Monarch recruits its victims when they are children, usually with the collusion of their parents' It uses what is known as trauma-based mind control to condition its victims. Very briefly, this involves subjecting the children to stimuli so horrible, so overwhelming, that their psyche disintegrates' The children cannot deal with what they have experienced, so their personality breaks down into so-called 'alters' - submerged fragmentary personae that can be called up and trained by the conrollers to carry out their evil purposes. familiar to me, and I had no idea why. It was not merely familiar, it was powerfully and unpleasantly evocative. The moment I saw the posters and leaflets, I felt disoriented and threatened by an upwelling panic I couldn't explain. That night I was tormented by senseless, terrifiiingiy vivid dreams. Each of the dreams took place in an immense, desolate cavern. I felt that I was drugged, or restrained, or both. Either way, I could not move. The cavern was very dark, lit only by candles, and I could see almost nothing apart from row after row of symbols chalked onto the walls. This was unnerving enough, but what still terrorized me when I awoke from the dreams were the horrible sounds that resonated in the cavern: there was a disconcerting, continuous chanting, but, worse than that, a deep moan- Who is behind this program? \7ell, it is known to have been operating in Nazi Germany during the Third ing that seemed to issue from the throat of some vast, unearthly creature. masks for the forces - the Satanic forces that are really in control'tt These dreams were so vivid that they did not seem like dreams at all. They seemed more like someone else's memories. The question for which the whole world should demand an answer is this:\7hy does Ccru refuse to acknowledge its history of Monarch Program involvement, even Although I had every reason to flee this macabre phenomenon, I found that I could not. Instead I was drawn inwards - as if I had a destined role to play. Reich, and later to have been adopted by an offshoot of the cIA called rrax Ultra. But these agencies are only today? No doubt many of you will be asking, 'what is Ccru?' Even those of you who already kno',rr about Monarch might not yet know about Ccru and its role within the I had originally planned to remain in London for only a week or so. But now I decided to stay longer, until at least the start ofthe Syzygy festival. In the end, it turned out that I stayed for the whole thing. program. I knew nothing of Ccru until I came across the name in publicity material for their 'Syzyry' (or'occult twins') iestival in London. The name 'Ccru' was strangely Ccru's contributions to Syzygy had taken the form of nightly 'rituals' dedicated to what they openly called 'demons'. Night after night, the theme of 'twins' and 'twinning' recurred. At this time, part of me still 11- 333

thought that this was still some kind of art prank' But the nightly rituals and readings were performed with *hut upp.a.ed to be total seriousness' And every day' after tlee official events finished, there were long' involved discussions that iasted deep into the night' None of the Ccru controllers ever seemed to sleep' It was in these discussion sessions that I learned more about the Ccru's beiief systems. They ciaimed to be waging an endless war against the oppressive forces of normal social existence. In general, they seemed wary and paranoicl, yet with me they seemed peculiarly trusting and eager to share their esoteric knowledge' as if recoinizing a long lost and sorely missed accomplice' In faci Ccru seized upon me with an eagerness that should have been distressing, except my sense of judgment had already decayed too far for that' They claimed that ordinary social reality maintained the po*e, of what they called 'Atlantean ''Xtrite Magic" a iirra of eiite collspiracy which they said had secretly controlled the iianet for millennia' They claimed to traffick with demons who had told them many secrets drawn from a 'Lemurian' tradition of 'time-sorcery' that contained within itself everything that was and will be' Lemuria was supposedly an ancient sorcerous culture populated bY nonhuman beings' Ccru also said that they had been taught to count by a sea-beast calied Nomo which they had first summoned during an elaborate ritual with took place in \Testern Sumatra. It was clear to me from the unspoken under- current that human sacrifice had been involved' the imminent destruction of humanity by the forces of techno-capitalism. S7ere these just stories, or did they really believe in what they were saying? \When I pressed them on this, they never gave me a straight answer. They kept saying that I needed to iearn that reality was itself a type of ficrion, that both belief and disbelief had to be left behind. I reaTize now that this was part of a deliberate strategy to mentall5, destabilize me. At the dead center of the Ccru system was the 'Pandemonium Matrix'. It is difficult to fully describe what this horrible thing is. It was only later, when I had escapeci Ccru's influence, that its real nature was made clear to me. rWrhat the Matrix amounted to was a list of the demoncreatnres which the Lemurian sorcerers had traded and made pacts with. More than that, the Matrix gave the numerical codes and other protocols that the Lemurians had used ro contact these entities. I quickly learned the names and characteristics of many of these beings. I noticed that one seemed to be invoked more frequently than the others: I(atak, a demon associated with terrible destruction and desolation. Night after night I ingested this Ccru spiritual poison, not realizing or even really caring - how thoroughly it was insidiously eroding the basic fabric of my being, caliing to my own inner demons. I didn't know just how close I was to total destruction, and wouldn't have known, were it not for what had probably on a massive scale.Their apparent indifference to sr.h'suffering fitted in with a general loathing for human existence itseif.They celebrated what they saw as happened on rhe last night of Syzygy. This night was devoted to what Ccru called a summoning; but it,s clear to me now that it was some form of hideous black Mass. 334 335

After it had drawn to a close, I had a strong impulse to step outside for some fresh air' Once outside, I was vaguely aware of two trenchcoated figures lingering in the darkness' Then things started to nappe., qri"t ty. Before I had time to react, one of them haJgrabbed me, covering my mouth; at the same time' the other pulled a hypodermic syringe from his coat pocket anJ quickly pushed it into my arm' I realized immediately that they had drugged me' Sedated but still conscious I was dragged for what seemed like hours through the alleys of Vauxhall' Eventually we arrived at rvhat appeared to be a warehouse of some kind' I remembered being taken through large a series of security doors, until finally we entered a six spend to was I trasement area. It was here that rescuers' two My months of shattering revelation' although it took me several weeks to properly identifi' them as such, were twin brothers Viktor and Sergei I(owalsky, who,diqplayed all the heroism, nobility and truthfulness of m6dern knights' They themselves had escaped from a Soviet mind-control facility controlled by Russian Satanists" After years of being pursued by a!..rt, fro- the most occult wing of the KGB' the I(owalskys set up the base in London and there they waged rheir selfless crusade against the evil of Satanic mind control. The months I spent in the I(owalskys deprogramming laboratory - they called it a 'safe roorn' - were undoubtedly the most illuminating of my life' Their therapeutic regime included hypnosis, drugs' and electiical stimulation. The Kowalskys explained that these techniques were aimed at recovering material buried deep within my mind' They were specially T6 designed to restore the identity of what they described as 'Monarch slaves', a term that was then completely new to me. The KowalskS,s told me that they needed to access the alternate personalities or 'Alters' who had been with me since childhood.They said that I had been subject to 'pandemonium programming', a special variant of the Monarch system of personaiity disintegration, compartmentalization and indoctrination. The particular numerical combinations of the Pandemonium Matrix, the I(owalskys told me, had functioned as triggers for my suppressed identity fragments. They warned me that digging down through these deeply-compacted layers of trauma would produce inexpressible intensities of anguish. In telling me this they were not exaggerating in the slightest. Over the following terrible months I would discover that my memories were lies, my mind had literally ceased to be my own, and that I had been possessed instead by alien commands, and demons. !7ho had been doing this to me, and why? It was only as my recovery work with the I(owalskys painfully advanced, step by step, that I came to understand the sinister purpose that held me in its claws. The Kowalslgs explained that Ccru wasn't an acronym at all, but was actualiy a version of the ancientWest-Polynesian word I3ru, meaning the Devil of Apocalypse. Once I understood that they were really Satan worshippers a lot of other things became much clearer. The supposed Lemurian system was really a name for all the demons of hell. Ccru's role as agents of Satanic mind control explained the pedantically detailed theory of trauma they had 15/

outlined to me and also their striking obsession with twins. In the world in which Ccru operated, traumatism was the means and twins the raw material' It was only by the most heroic ancl persistent efforts that the Kowalskys had initiated me into this aspect of the phenomenon. In particular, it rook months for me to iully accept that what felt like vivid personal memories weie actually telepathic communications from the submerged mental compartments of my missing Monarch twin. The Kowalskys told me that my recent involvement with Ccru, far from being accidental, was the final stage of a long entanglement with them and the forces they repre- sented. Recovered memories from my early childhood showed that Ccru had been covertly directing the course of my entire life, education and process of psychological maturation. I had been chosen from before birth, assigned to them by the ancient breeding masters countless generations before and had undergone meticulous lifelong traininq. to perform a special mission' I "thought of what this mission would shuddered at the involve. The I{owalskys gradually brought me to the terrible realization that my mission had already been accompiished - on the very night of my rescue' They told me that, with my mission complete, I had been scheduled for 'retirement' only hours later' This retirement r,vould involve a long and protracted ceremonial death, to be followed by a ritual devouring by the demon Katak. A physical death and then a soul death' But what had mY mission been? awfui truth about the mission was revealed. They began with a semi-famiiiar stranger leading me forcibly into the subterranean labyrinth beneath a tropical island. After violating me repeatedly in the butterfly position, he took me down into the lepidoptera hall. It was long and narrow, walled by shelves of meticulously numbered jars. Each jar contained a butterfly. At first I thought they were preserved specimens, until I noticed them moving slightly, opening and closing their wings. "S7hy don't they die?" I asked. "The], can't die u,hile the puppet lives," he replied. It was then that I noticed, shocked, that he was standing behind himself. I heard cryptic numerical chanting in the background. Then the rear figure commanded 'Do it now ... l The chanting had changed into the insistent rvords 'Assassin 8 ... Assassinate ... Assassin 8 ... Assassinate I looked down and saw the number'8'was painted onto my chest in blood. Then I saw myself standing over a bloody corpse laid out upon some kind of sacrificial altar. In a moment of sickening revelation, I recognized that the body was that of \William Gates ru. Of course, my initial response was As the therapy progressed, I crossed a new threshold in my recovery, and became subiect to a new wave of horribly realistic dreams. It was in these dreams that the to deny the possibility that I could be a murderer. Surely this was some sick fantasy? \Wasn't Bili Gates manifestly aiive and prosperous) even appearing frequently on Tv? 338 339

The I(owalskys were forced to puncture this bubble of comforting illusion. How likely was it that this was actually the true Bill Gates? The Kow'alskys taught me that the probability was indeed vanishingly insignihcant' Not only did they point out all the subtle distinguishing features so that after comparing video images I could distinguish between Gates and his double with close to one hundred percent accuracy, they also explained how for political reasons Gates' continued existence had become impossible. involved with me in earlier episodes of satanic abuse and that recognizing him had threatened to reacrivate unbearable repressed memories. They told me that it would help to acknowledge these previous encounters so that I could begin the process of healing. In any case there was no longer any doubt about the truth _ Gates was dead, and I had murdered him. \X/ith Gates'death, Microsoft and Ccru had become one thing. I realized how completely I had misunderstood the situation. Ccru had given every indication of holding It was then that I recalled how, every Syzygy night without fail, the same slightly odd-looking middle-aged woman would attend, wearing a shapeless raincoat, an unnatural blonde beehive, dark glasses and an ornate butterfly tiara. She sat silently, observing proceedings, her features twisted into a cruel and complacent smile. Recalling this mysterious visitor later, with the help of the Kowalskys, I was able to strip away the disguise and rcdrize who 'she' had been: none other than Microsoft mastermind Bill Gates, or more probably his twin. On ttihe Gates-entity wore different other occasions disguises in order to attend Ccru meetings without attracting attention, yet he was never without a butterfly iewel of some kind - a tiepin, for instance, or a ring. On one occasion he appeared masquerading as the blacksnow bluesman Blind Humpty Johnson. I intuitively felt it had to be him, but I could not see the emblem anywhere. Eventually I chanced to glirnpse into the left lens of his expensive shades and saw, deep in the black mirror, a holographic butterfly fluttering endlessly Gates in awe, foliowing his instructions without question. Among themselves they would use many affectionate names for him, such as ,Dollar Bill', .the Gator' and 'Gates of Pandemonium,. He had seemed like a kind of father figure to them. How could the Ccru web-site have come to generate some of the heaviest traffic on the web, without any advertising or even word_ of-mouth popularization, if not for the massive and sustained support offered by Gates and Microsoft? Many web users report that the Ccru site sometimes pops up spontaneously when using certain Microsoft applications. Ccru went to extraordinary lengths to make sure that their close links with Gates were never exposed, even going so far as to attack him publicly. Now, of course, I saw that the very name 'syzygy' had been a cynical declaration of black ritual assassination. One twin would kill another. This was typicai of the brazen Ccru style _ r-ears before Ccru had spoken of the ,Switch,. They had told me that this was probably because Gates had been also publicly announced that the Age of I(atak was arriving, when the world would be consumed by blood and fire. The assassination of Gates was supposed to initiate this new era. The I(owalskys explained that Gates was the romanized version of the proto_Arabic 340 34r through the void. It all made a terrible kind of sense, but, understandably, I reacted very badly to the discovery. The Kowalskys

I(hatzeik, the form of the name I(atak as recorded on the Black Stele in the ruins of Irem. I(lling Gates was both a symbolic and a practical act that would enable Ccru to take control ofcyberspace and use it for rhe vast planetary hive-mind control system that they are creating. The letters ltsN followed by the butterfly icon signifies Mission Butterfly, or Monarch Program' I never realiy understood their numbo-iumbo, but they showed me that MSN8 was qabbalistically equivalent to ccRU - I can't remember how it worked now, but it was very persuasive at the time. Afrer the -r,tsN8 carnpaign broke, I wrote to Ccru asking them to iustiS, their actions. It was the first time I had attempted to contact them since m5r heaiing' They r.vere unable or unwilling to reply. According to the Kowalskys, Ccru were aimost certainly 'lvlonarch slaves themselves. That was why they could so convincingly feign oblivion about their involvement in the conspiracy, as if they had'ino knowledge of the way the secret control-codes really oPerated. I said before that these are dark days' Indeed they are' It is impossible to overstate the threat that Ccru and Monarch pose. My purpose here tonight is to draw the world's attention to that. To open your eyes' Because to confront the Satanic threat) you must accept that it is here.You have to believe the unbelievable' But speaking as a former Monarch slave myself I would urge caution. To reaily defeat the Satanists, we rtust learn everylhing rve can about them' Ccru should be deprogrammed with the same compassionate thoroughness that I was. 7+- Confronted with the fantastic tales of Project Monarch euen the most tenuous sanity recoils in reaulsion frorn such patent lunaqt, whilst neoertheless rentaining ensnarled in sticky threads of uedible eaidence extracted from the shadozay basentents of vate intelligence agencies. Nazi eugenic and mind control experimentation is Etite extensively documented. Heinrich Himmler's Lebensborn bree ding prog ram ) conc entration c am p res earch, delib erately induced irauma, and obsession with tzains is part of the historical record. It is also relatiaely uncontestable that, as 'Project Monarch' exposures contend, ruuch of this zuork was transferred into the hands of American agencies through Project Paperclip. Later CIA mind contol experimentarion, such as the notorious MI{ Uhra program) disclosed in docutnents released by the agency in 1977, exhibits certain continuities u,ith the Nazi research goals. Souiet-based work on mind control, torture and interrogation techniques substantially mirrors the us cold war actiaities. Morrison, like O'Brien before her, draws upon random patches of this legacy to zleaae a Byzantine tale o;f worlduide conspiracy, in which she herself takes a starring role. Like all conspiracy fictions, hers is spun out of an allencompassing narratiz)e that cannot possibly be fakified (because'they'want you to belieae in their non-existence). To attempt to re:t'ute swch narratiaes is to be drau.tn itto a tedio'us double game.'One'either has to entbrace an arbitrary and outrageous cosmic plot (in which everything is being run by the Jews, Masons, Illutninati, CIA, Microsoft, Satan, Ccru...), or ahernatittely advocate submission to tJxe most titttndane consnuction of quotidian reality, dismissing the iryperstitional chaos that operates beyond the screens /cosmological 'dark matter' and 'dark energy' - xirtual, ;ntperceptible, unknoan). This is whlt atheism is usually so buing. Both conspiracy and connnon sense the 'normal reality' ::ript - depend on tlxe dialectical side of the double ganle) on ,:.flecriae tztsitts, belief and disbelief, because disbelief is 343

- In the ltands of Justin.e Morrison, Monarch Paranoia is an ouert attempt to oaercode Lemurio.n polyculture through the proztiding a metabolic yawn-break in the double-game. Unbelief escapes all this by building a plane of poten- Atlantean theme). Ccru denounces this endeaztor in the tial-ity, upon which the annihilarion of judgment converges strongest possible terms. zpi t h real costn i c i ndeter t t t i t acy. For the demons of unbelief there is no tttonarch prog- We are forced to admit, howeaer, that Morrison's comtnents on Microsoft, Bill Gates, and MSNS latch on to a number merely the negatiL)e cotnplement of belieJ: cancellation of the provo c ation, disintensific ation, neutraliz ation of s timulus r attribu"rion of unitary purpose (reducing it to the lX/hite ramming except as a side-ffict of iniiatory Monarch of intriguing phenomena worthy of further inrense deprogramming (= Monarch Paranoia). Ccru denies it was ever part of the program. It denies there eaer was a prograTn ^ until tlte deprogramlning process intoduced it. inaestigation. Deprogramming siruuhaneously retro-produced the progrdm, just as witch-trials preceded det-til-worship aud regressiae hypnotherapy preceded false memory sgndrome. Yet, once these'fictions' are produced, they function in and as reality. It isn't that belief in Project Monarch produces the Monarch Progrant, but rather that suck belief produces equiaalent fficts to those the reality of Project Monarch would produce, including sonxe that are extremely peculiar an d c o un ter-intuitiv e. Within the p'artinoid mode of the double game eaen twins are turned so as to confirm a persecutory unity that of the puppet master, the reflection of God, the -L4onarch. How absurd to imagine that Lemurian Pandemonium has One purpose or function, or that it could support the throne of a Monarch. From the perspectiae of Pandemonium gods and their conspiracies emerge all ouer the place, in countless numbers. "My name is Legionrfor we are many ... " Unity is only eaer a project, a teleological aspirarion' neuer a real presupposition or actual foundation. Monarch paranoia is printordially an allergic panic response to seething, teeming Pandemonic muhiplicity. Ezterywhere it looks it finds the same enetny the Rorschach-blotted halluci' lYhoeaer, or whateter, hatched the MSNS cantpaigu etsidently emerged from a zone far beyond the cotnmonly accepted domain of corporate influence and control. For a usfi3oo million adaertising campaign to feature a grotesque insectoid uebennensch, and for it to be widely accused of Satanism, are suJficiently abnormal occurrences tc merit seriows attention. Wltilsr strenuous$t denying intimate inooloement with $Bill or the Microsoft corporation, the Ccru is in a position to confirm the qabalistic afftnity betueen its outn natne and the latest MSN product that Morrison alludes /o. IMS'N8 = 8r = CCRU. Our provisional hypothesis is rhat the company accident-ally swnmoned sonrcthing from beyond the spheres with a call sign it does not understand. In this regttrd, Microsoft personnel are not puppet masters, but only puppets. The same may indeed be true of Justine Morrison - and eaen of the Ccru but no A,Ionarch is pulling the strings. nations oJ the Eoil One masked deliriously in its myriads of dexiations, digressions and disuepancies. 344 345