1997 at 47 years old I escape being trafficked to Costa Rica
to inaugurate a very exclusive members only "niche" JonBenét/Mature woman market by someone I had just begun to date in Albuquerque, Kirk, but trusted as he was an old friend of a sibling.
We did not know he was a member of a depraved cult, like "Daddy likes to watch" depraved.
There was sophisticated programming, Project Monarch AND Delta, a "Killing Eve" Honeypot...
How did I know how to handle the recoil from a .44 Magnum? Shoot Skeet, blasting each puck flung from the portable machine in the spooky Nagual desert.
Obey to the degree of sitting calmly in a locked car, in the dark garage, during a New Mexico Summer...for hours?
"Someone" was on-board riding shotgun...
Knew at five I'd already undergone MK-Ultra trauma training by the man who imported Nazi scientists via Operation Paperclip. Three times that year I was in grave danger, three times I was saved...
Once after being delivered, dressed as an exquisite little geisha, to a very famous cigar-smoking comedian, Halloween night, at his Sands Point estate down the road from us...
Sometimes wonder if I was a JonBenét prototype, or THE JonBenét prototype...such was the power and sophistication of my creators.
Problem is, the Beta Level, known as "Sex Kitten" programming creates sexually compliant, uninhibited slaves...
Ah shit, we've got a "Astronaut Jack Swigert to Mission Control were, "Okay, Houston, we've had a problem here" till we fire that shit from our psyche.
I have 6 hours of ketamine waiting for me at a clinic, three years putting it off, looking for
a masterful regression hypnotist to be with me during third session - when the dose is optimal - which we'll film...to see if The Sage is a parcel of my subconscious, as a past life, or a SoulWalker:
Multiple Lives, Parallel Realities
"In this view, reincarnation wouldn’t imply a linear path of rebirth but rather a multitude of overlapping realities where consciousness simultaneously exists in various forms...that consciousness is distributed across these realities, creating the phenomenon of reincarnation as a holographic experience—each life representing a "fragment" of a broader multidimensional existence. In essence, our reality could be one of many facets in a complex, interdimensional matrix where reincarnation becomes a shift in focus rather than a linear transformation."
Bob Monroe's explanation way more fun
TIMELINE 1997 | Visiting Albuquerque from California where two co-life entities - Sage & Murtagh - dimension jump in/out of my psyche during step-brothers friend Kirk efforts to program and market me to Costa Rica as a MK-Ultra Beta/Delta to the highest echelon of apex power players;
2000 | Home in California in a near suicidal state I take a deep dive into John Bradshaw's Inner Child videos, ultimately experiencing a massive break-up of emotional scar tissue sitting on my heart.
2008 | Home in California
Brilliant over-sexed twin teenage sisters in Montana on their father's massive cattle ranch begin a correspondence after being obsessed fans of my ex pirate site "Unleashing the Wench", leading them to ask their Harvard-educated Medicine Man/Shaman friend, as a favor, could he help identify the mysterious Native American Indian women "Scout" from my 1998 events?
They spent the night inside a circle around the group saying "do not go outside this!"...smoked a bit from his pipe stuffed with something from his ragged pouch...at one point during the night saying "She dances with the handsome man in the moonlight on a bi
g silver black ship"...then back into his private reverie...
At Dawn Advised Lady of Guadalupe was my protector (?!), that "Scout" was "The Sage", and to prove that what he was saying was true, that he knew about my Mother & her Captain & Princess Diana with them during the day trip she took in 1987 on "Uncle" CaptainLawrence's ship Queen Elizabeth II...WTF!?
2018 | Settle in New Mexico only to find out that my new home is THE STREET where Francisco Vásquez de Coronado arrived in August 1540, reaching a large Tiwa pueblo, with hungry and angrey freed slaves and Aztec mercenaries...unsuccessfully seeking GOLD rather than the BONE MARROW of her people at Four Corners.
Twin Sisters & EF cease all communication abruptly, perhaps with my choosing, among the entire United States when I have to leave California, not only where Sage's descendants re-settled after Four Corners debacle, but where ten years earlier I'd been almost trafficked to Costa Rica by a disgusting cult.
2023 | Go public after 25 years with this website, realizing Robert Monroe's empirical co-ncarnation testimony as the only possible narrative construct after watching Outlander and "Everything Everywhere All At Once"...There was no one I could talk about this with, particularly having been left a a public mental institution, only being released when the drugs, for which I had not been tested, wore off; Thank God for Sage & Murtagh taking care of me there.
SHOWTIME | Sage Calibrates From Riding Shotgun to Driver's Seat...From Audience to Director to Star
I'd done something odd while getting dressed to be introduced to GuruSan at "The Meeting"; He has a giant winding 
dragon tattoo sunning on his arm, the spooky right-hand trainer/enforcer wearing a beast of a white turban above her undulating eyebrows and cruel eyes...Oh Holy Shit.
After about 1/2 hour sent to the car for over 2 hours while Kirk confers with them as I'd managed to introduce some chaos during their assessment of my "suitability" as a rare "fetish" ca$$h cow in Costa Rica.
I was supposed to be under Kirk's tight control, via programming, MK-Ultra, in retrospect...but I had secretly slipped on a pair of La Perla silky thigh-highs under my Cavalli jeans prior to taking off to the meeting...he had no idea; it was not protocol for sure...he was in charge of how I "presented"...until now.
BOOM something had commandeered my Psyche's Port 80 in order to put those stockings on, reclaiming back 
enough of the programing so I could operate - we could operate - with enough sovereignty through what I believe is the "switch" of the Claustrum...the Grace Portal...to circumvent the programming, to grok to some degree what's going on around Us and to Us, a witnesses to a degree when not being programmed...what a dangerous tool hypnosis is. So Kirk comes looking for me after being in the bathroom too long, walks into a Fellini film, a silent Sarah draped over the huge ornate tub like a wayward temple priestess sporting expensive thigh-highs and nothing else, arms out like a cross...THAT level of chaos...brilliant...
The Sage had entered the stage with the panache of a Molière.
Next Morning I type up a bat-shit blow-by-blow journal of the event on my Mac, so freaky-do it almost makes me cry every time I read it. Hmmm as I write this I'm recalling that every so often he'd hand me a pipe to smoke or glass of "water" that may have had PCP, Angel Dust etc. in it, HAD to with the three-ring circus my mind hadbecome...
Still parsing my behavior between the programing, his drugs, audio hallucinations like John Huston and Danny DeVito discussing Monroe and Bardot, only using horse terms, and the Sage channeling/reincarnation events.
I've untangled the web to a degree, but boy would I like to hog-tie these people and jam-in a loaded needle of sodium penthol while twisting their naughty bits till I hear them squealing like a pen of pigs, ready to reveal all that their programming still denies me. Hear Kirk on the phone a number of times with GuruSan that next morning trying to not execute "Plan B". Ominous.
SHE'S WITH ME when finding the large pelvic bone on the banks of the Rio Grande, surrounded by toddler-high tipi mounds, smoke hole at the pinnacles, frantic with activity...I maneuver the little ant town like an expected guest to retrieve my party favor, cradling the bone like a child. I take it to Kirk who is quietly talking with his ex-police friend Jason by the car and ask if he will let me take it home to his condo; As I am walking away I hear him say "She fucking found it"...The ability to track must be one of my advertised skills;
SHE'S WITH ME the day after, when I'm apparently alone in the house, sporting an exquisite sheer vintage pareo, freshly tanned, a massive amethyst necklace draped around my neck
for a little modesty, and my new JonBenét hair...ready for Saint Tropez, or rather, Costa Rica uniform for the fetish-crazed pseudo-pedo high rollers?
I cross the comfort of the air conditioning into the hot like Hades small high-walled patio with the gravitas of Maria Callas, slowly dancing barefoot, immune to the steaming sharp white rocks after abandoning the small cement pad, Bone my attentive audience as I am rapping sarcastically like an angry Auntie about Indian males' love of the hootch, throwing in a few staccato stumbles to emulate a drunk; first time I'd heard the ancient TIWA dialect from my lips...she is badass...there are probably hidden cameras for the "marketing";
SHE'S WITH ME Night of JonBenét...on the pony stool, on the couch, in the bathroom, when sprinting across six-lane Tramway Running Naked in a State of Grace to avoid being sodomized by "Daddy"...in the garden of Odin & Wolf - the garden was crowded...
Odin, howling in old germanic his Rune Song..."Hung I was on the windswept tree; Nine full nights I
hung, Pierced by a spear, a pledge to the god, To Odin, myself to myself, On that tree which none can know the source"... Sarah & JonBenét, Wolf (you heard me), Sage and the poor homeowner - then when running across Comanche to the teenager "John" who saved me from being hunted (Plan B) at the DuPont compound called "Ramana" in Taos, next to Geraldine's Hill.
There was a locked gate at the entrance to the upper meadow...I made note of the combo lock when we visited to be debriefed what to do during the weekend by Marguerite, the caretaker, who also wore the big white turban as the scary lady at Gurusan's. Kirk volunteered our taking care of the compound; the lock combo is in the Police Report; Rumor was the neighbor carried a gun and hated the DuPonts.
This is where I was to be hunted as I was deemed too "independent" to work the Costa Rica Elite Brothel scene. Apex predators are in a class of their own.
SHE'S WITH ME when I returned home, pacing back-and-forth in the sisal carpeted great room, off the charts drama describing the end of times if mankind did not evolve in her guttural dialect freaking the hell out those witnessing this...I thought it was a great speech...it was the trigger to take me to the mental ward...no insurance so not 5-star.
SHE'S WITH ME in the pitch black lock-up room with the plastic-covered bed, psych ward, Santa Clara Valley County hospital; We did yoga-like moves that I've never be able to replicate
that were like taking a tranquilizer...this was her goodbye, her last appearance, though her superior digestive system kept my immune system humming till discharge... due to an autoimmune condition, perhaps the old trauma, I have a health issue that went away while Sage was with me, and the balance of my incarceration. Under the Sage page is an incredible video on cannibalism in the Four Corners...her home...what she is dealing with.
MURTAGH SWITCHES WITH SAGE & TAKES OVER
Murtagh BOOM Appears While Being Handcuffed to Gurney - Then After the Holding Cell with Sage, When Finally Locked-up With My Nut Mates
Sudden friggin genius routine rat-tat-tatts from my mouth, a Scottish Robin Williams shocking everyone with a gorgeous brogue as the huge steel doors begin to swing open then BOOM my incarceration begins; next afternoon, after a lunch where we learn how to handle feral dogs on the street, Murtagh/Sarah starts a new routine to heat-up a ping-pong game between two of the more colorful of our fellow inmates, so funny the West African male attendants gather round me and start betting pulling out their wallets waving dollar bills and yelling encouragement to their favorite...very Jack in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest"...Remember cash still in our pockets and no smart phone then?
After that I was coddled and especially protected by them till my discharge day five...did I share no blood test was taken? Blessed t
hey picked up slack as Murtagh had returned to his life duties by the time I was being molested by one of the doctors, my attendant cursing the "shameful man" under his breath as he wheeled me back, handcuffed to the wheelchair...One of the attendants had quietly said to me "you don't belong here".
If you watched Starz's "Outlander", very similar to their Murtagh...Guess the whole gestalt is Outlanderish...it was like he was on "standby" for when Sage had to depart...
i HAVE LEANED ON BOB MONROE, founder of the Monroe Institute and The Gateway Process as he knew empirically that we are a badass pack of five past-life volunteers reentering Earth School, with one volunteering to be the "Star" on the Cross...A Cosmic Rodeo, top-tier cowboys manifesting Einstein's "Spooky Actions at a Distance"...flickering through the "Grace Portal" usually in times of great danger...
The portrait of Saint Barbara illustrates the "Four" that are with us, any of which can be of very elevated vibration, like The Sage.
That the CIA secretly investigated his Gateway process to try and access the Matrix...that they did...and just his life work in general, shines some legitimacy on this mind-bending quantum chock-full of non-locality shit-show...
I've got Wave I & II for you try, about 3 hours working with Bob himself; To get in the game you've got to have some control over your brain waves...
2000 Dove deep into John Bradshaw's "Reclaiming Your Inner Toddler" videos to head-off possibly programmed self-destruct "suicidal thoughts" - programing which can feature "hanging"; Experienced the final stage where there is a very heavy scar tissue crushing chest, doctors & meds useless;
Working with Bradshaw's videos it took about two weeks for the glacier-like mass to slowly break apart and melt, little longer for my Inner Toddler to believe. Maybe this sounds ridiculous...All I know is that it saved my life.