The Secrets of the Mind

I used to be able to dance and sing and play the guitar.  When I was in my early twenties my fingertips were cut off, my vocal cords were burned and my stomach was hit repeatedly with a sack of potatoes until my guts split and several vertebrae in my mid- and lower-back were cracked.  I was told I couldn’t sing, dance or play the guitar.  I was told my hand coordination was never good enough to play the guitar and I never had a good voice.

Now that my memory is returning I remember playing guitar, singing and dancing.  I was good.  I remember Deeta telling various bands about all the bands I had played with, Fleetwood Mac, Pink Floyd, the Beatles, and that I had an eight octave range.  Of course, when the memory of naming the band and any emotional connection we may have made was erased, my memory of anything Deeta may have said about me was erased, too.  What I’m saying is, I really believed I couldn’t sing, play guitar or dance.  Up until the memories of things I used to do surfaced, I didn’t think I could do those things – so I couldn’t do them.  That’s the power of the mind.  Once I reversed that thinking, I started to be able to hit notes I couldn’t hit just months before.  I picked up the guitar and I feel quite certain I’ll be able to play it, I just have to relearn it.  I feel like it must be like getting over a stroke.  Our mind holds all the power!

You know the saying, “You can do anything if you just put your mind to it.”  I think it’s right.

A couple of months ago, I realized from all the things I’ve done, that I must be able to read.  I had been brainwashed into thinking I had dyslexia and I couldn’t spell.  So it was difficult to read and I couldn’t spell.  I’ve decided I can read and spell and, guess what, I can!  Wholly Mackerel!   Now when I try to remember how to spell a word, I can remember!  It’s nothing short of amazing! That’s the power of the mind, turn a ‘can’t’ into a ‘can’ and you can!  Pretty cool, huh?

In 2003 I was told Satanists have the same goal for the DNA project and the mind mapping project.

Sounds very crazy but this is true.  Lloyd once asked me how someone would get identical twins.  I explained to him that a fertilized egg splits in half at the time of conception and then there are two identical fertilized eggs and they each grow into a baby.  “Yeah, but, how would you do that?”

“How would I do that?  I can’t do that, you’d have to take that one up with God.”  I began to walk away.

“There must be some way people can do that?”  He asked again.  I thought briefly and I realized if science were more advanced that perhaps they could do that.  I’d read Brave New World and that was based in science, in fact in the 2003 conversation that I reference in Babble On I was told I wrote that, but I don’t remember writing it, I may have dreamed it up, but I’m pretty sure somebody else wrote it.

I couldn’t see the harm in explaining it to him, and was frankly rather surprised that he would even ask such a thought provoking question.  I said if someone were to map the human gene,  and then compare the results to those of identical twins, he or she could find out what, exactly, it is in their genes that’s different from single births, and then they could try to duplicate that.  I told Lloyd I doubted they would be able to, but I suggested that would be one way to produce identical twins.  And so began the government funding of the Human Genome Project.

Brave New World made identical humans by the thousand, so the society would have drones that could do the menial jobs and need very little in return.  I haven’t read it for a long time, but I’m pretty sure that’s what they did.  (That’s why I named the unmanned spyplanes, Drones.)

At any rate, in my conversation in 2003 ( Babble On )  I was told the reason the Satanic church wanted to map the human genome was so they could produce identical twins and make one twin evil and keep that twin locked away so no one knew he or she existed.  Then, from time to time, they would take the good twin and lock that twin away and release the evil twin, so no one would suspect that he or she would do anything as horrible as murder or rape or whatever they wanted the evil twin to do.  It’s hard to follow because there’s little logic involved in this type of thinking.  But Deeta and the Satanic church knew that torture and brainwashing didn’t necessarily turn people evil.  They knew this because my daughters and I never did “turn evil.”

At any rate, the Satanic church knows, because of people like us, that not everyone can be turned evil just by having horrible things happen to them.  The other drawback to using torture to turn someone evil is that broken bones and cracked skulls change their appearance, so that two people would no longer look that much alike. Satanists wanted to find out where exactly in the brain that transformation happens.  They want to study evil people and compare those brains to good people so they can make the transformation.  Then they truly would own one evil twin and one good twin.  I was told all of this back in 2003.

I’m sure they won’t be able to find a link in the brain to switch someone from good to evil.  I’m sure it’s our minds, not our brains.  It’s just a thought process that becomes narcissistic to the point of being sociopathic.  Once that happens, a person can be brainwashed into committing murder.  The Joker in the Movie theater is a Satanic project that started at conception and was told to me in 2003.  The movie was in the works in 2003, and both the movie and the murderer were set to be released in 2012.  I was also told many of these mass murderers were fathered by my ex-husband.

About Grace Gardener

THE NSA AND THE MOOCS WON'T LET ANYONE GET THROUGH TO ME. THEY MAY EVEN HURT YOU IF YOU TRY. See the pages in the tabs of this blog, Grace Gardener, and, A Little About Lynn Mickelsen. If you know me and I don't get back to you, then the email was intercepted. Never talk to anyone claiming to be me without asking questions to be sure. All site posts beginning 4/1/16 will be on I’m not doing this for attention. I have 107 broken bones, zero disks in my back, and I’m exhausted. I need to get through to the people who knew me for credibility: but the NSA blocks my every move. I have to have the same acknowledgement and respect for my judgement I had while I was a ghost director in Hollywood and when I was CEO of the Rand Corp. Rand has been able to keep my work anonymous and credited to other people so they can collect my pay and residuals. They figured as long as they’re erasing my memory, and taking credit for my inventions, music, acting and directing; they may as well keep the money I earned. Also, the money would be proof that I did the work, so they’ve kept me poor all of my life. The reason the conspirators made plans in front of me was because they were assured I would “Never Remember” them, their visit and the things they planned. They talked in a kind of code that I have since figured out. I would have turned them in after the meeting had I been allowed to remember. I have to operate the way I do to keep away from my captors. GRR taught me most of the tactics I use. (Now he won’t help because his memory of me is implanted.) I know it angers some corrupt NSA Officers, but it’s a fact that I was a prisoner and slave at the Rand Corporation, and the NSA helped and still helps to keep me that way. I have to make evasive maneuvers to keep me, my daughters, this country and the world safe. Meanwhile I have no where to turn. I still feel like a candle in the wind. My name was Lynn Mickelsen while I was a prisoner in a blue house and slave of a “club” based in northern New Jersey. If you know me PLEASE DON'T TRY TO CONTACT ME THROUGH THE RAND CORPORATION OR ANY OF MY FORMER EMPLOYERS OR ANY CONTACT FROM MORE THAN 9 YEARS AGO. People who tried doing this are being killed. Some people know the cult know it with a name similar to The Builder Berg Society or the Skull and Dagger Society. There's a HUGE bounty on my head that the cult I escaped from has no intention of paying. The plan is to have me killed and then to kill the person trying to collect the bounty. I thought up the plan and the amount because I thought it was going to be the plot in a movie. I told the people who wanted the plan, "This is one movie no one will want to see." In short, anyone who kills me will be killed within 24 hours and will never see a dime. Now I'm RVing but I’m still a prisoner in that I can't get in touch with anyone, and no one can get in touch with me, except in person. I found out about the other life I’d been living during a grueling five-hour conversation I detail in my Book, ‘the Conversation’ The reason I knew nothing about my own life was because I suffered selective amnesia - induced by the cult that owned me - with drugs, torture and electricity. 'The Conversation' is available in paperback at The ebook is free. I worked nights and weekends naming products, bands and internet services, or anything else the "club" wanted me to do. I would wake up in the morning and remember nothing about the work and meetings, and I never received ANY money. I could only remember my 9 - 5 job at a bank. I’ve written the eBook, ‘Garden of the Light,’ as a lighter, inspirational compliment to the eBooks – ‘the Conversation,’ and, 'the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen’ which are intended to shed new, totally different light on the current world situation and change the world for the better. Apocalypse is a Greek word meaning, ‘the Revealing of Ancient Knowledge.’ I consider the book, ‘the Conversation,’ as Apocalypse because it reveals the ancient knowledge. We'll have World Peace once we abolish child abuse. My view of Apocalypse has no battle, no war, no army. I believe the knowledge in ‘the Conversation’ is enough to save the world. The blog lists just some of the accomplishments I achieved as a slave, to let everyone I've helped over the past sixty years, who I am. I will finally claim my life! If you’re a George Lucas fan you may remember some of these strange stories that involve him. I met George on the set of American Graffiti; we got engaged when the movie wrapped. I was taken away and George was told I was dead. Five years later I was hired to figure out how to make Luke Skywalker’s farm vehicle fly. The people who handled me (owned me) forgot that I had worked for this director once before on American Graffiti and they told him I was dead. I arrived and solved Lucas’s problem for him and he tearfully remembered me and told me what had happened five years before. I stayed on the set of Star Wars long enough to name the Star Wars characters and solve another animatronics problem with Chewy’s costume. I was told it was time to leave and started to follow my jailers the way I had been programmed to, when George asked, “When will I see you again?” I began to say, “Oh, you’ll see me again,” but I realized I wasn’t certain of that because once before, when we got engaged, I never saw him again. So I turned around and started walking back toward Lucas and I asked, “How about now? Can I stay with you now? Because I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again.” George thought a second and agreed that I should stay. As I was walking back to him I saw his expression change and looked over my shoulder to see the man I had been following holding a gun on me. I kept walking because now I was sure that the story Lucas had told me about what happened five years ago, was going to happen again and I couldn’t allow that. Someone had obviously been playing with my life, and I couldn’t have that, so I kept walking toward Lucas and away from the man with the gun. Lucas’s expression changed again, this time his face was filled with fear and horror. I turned around and now there were three men holding guns on George Lucas. There was only about 20 feet of desert between us but I had to go with them in order to save Lucas’s life. So, if you’re a fan of George Lucas you may remember someone being stolen off the Star Wars set at gunpoint. That was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Academy Awards. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Elton John’s post Oscar Party that benefits his AIDs foundation. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later Harrison Ford and George Lucas devised a plan to steal me off of the set of The Fugitive. This time I was shot with a coma drug. They used a hypodermic needle that went through my coat and slacks and into my thigh. Two bogus ambulance men came in a stolen ambulance and took me away. The only other time I saw George face to face was during the making of Howard the Duck. George Lucas and Steven Spielberg made that ridiculous movie to try to rescue me again, in case you were wondering why they made that movie. I was supposed to see Lucas again on a set of Indiana Jones but this time it was George who was drugged and abducted. This makes 8 times George Lucas tried to rescue me. I’ve spoken with Lucas on the phone only a few times over the past 40 years, and those phone calls and the conversations we had while shooting American Graffiti, are what makes up Yoda’s philosophies and Star Wars 7 – the Force Awakens. The reason the people who owned me don’t allow George and I to get together is because they don’t want World Peace. War makes them rich. The greed of a handful of people keep the word in the turmoil it’s in. The people in the entertainment industry know me as the woman with no memory and no name. If you want to know more about me, check out my blog; or read my free ebooks the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen, and, the Conversation. I‘m still trying to walk those 20 feet.
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