The Mind of War

The Mind of War

(Yeah, yeah, heard it before – go to * to skip my background part.)  I say this much in pretty much every blog so people new to the blog will understand, the rest of you, I apologize.  Speed read over it.  If you read Babble On  you’ll see that I was an automaton.  (There’s a chapter called “How They Operate.”) I was human and yet I would follow commands of the people who owned me without question, just like a robot.  Everything I did for them as a slave, I was later tortured with electricity, brutality, drugs and hypnosis to forget.  I looked and sounded like a regular person.  Got married, had children and held down a nine to five job.  I am kind and considerate and funny, so most people enjoy my company.

  I’d like to point out if I touch on a subject, like war, that you’d rather not read about, there’s quite a bit of poetry and a lot of philosophy in this blog.  There’s a table of contents on the right so please click on something you’re more interested in. 

*The Mind of War – When asked how to start a war, how the United States might get into a war just so our military could spend more money, I told them.  And the next day I didn’t remember anything.  Now I remember way too much.  I can never say, enough, how very sorry I am – to the families in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan and the Middle East, to our soldiers and their families.  There are no words to express the sorrow this war has caused: especially in the Mid-East.  Please don’t blame the US Military; the soldiers were as badly duped as Islam.  I just saw an email with a picture of a shirt with the World Trade Towers in flames.  See – you believed it, too.  When we pray together, Muslims, Jews, Christians, everyone – we will become a mighty, unstoppable Force; then war will be over. Use the Force. We can stand together, I’m sure of it, as a rebellion against evil.

Retribution will only prolong war.  Retribution is a part of vengeance.  Vengeance, Anger, Fear, and Hatred are the four cornerstones of Satanism.  Does the Mid-East know its enemies?  No better than the US did, our soldiers deployed to the Mid -East were lied to.  This war is NOT the soldiers’ fault.  It’s the fault of the men in the shadows who have the ear of world leaders.

Pre 9/11, I was asked about the soldiers uniforms.  I was told that the green camouflage fatigues showed up like ‘little green targets in the desert.’  I proposed dressing everyone in sand colored uniforms.  I was told that shows up even worse.  So I thought for a minute and asked, “What am I helping you do exactly?”  They told me that the soldiers would be going to war in the desert again; and in the last gulf war they realized there was a problem with the uniforms.  They wanted to get started on new uniforms so they’d have them ready before this next Gulf War started.  I asked how they knew that.  I was told that was on a need to know basis.  Every time a Satanic church holds and pulls the strings in the U.S. Government or U.S. Army, everything is always on a need to know basis.  (Remember that, US troops, need-to-know means Satanism.  Heads up!  When someone orders you to do something hideous, that’s Satanism, not US Army protocol!  Vietnam Vets will tell you that happened to them.  Now many of them can’t hold down a job, or sleep one single night without waking up with nightmares.  MOST of the disabilities from Vietnam are mental illness.  Good men were ordered to do unthinkable, horrible things.  The Nuremberg Trials proved you do NOT have to carry out an immoral order.)  I’ve notice many of my readers are from the Middle East or the East.  I appreciate the readership, maybe you could pass the message along.  At any rate, I came up with camouflage just the same as the green uniforms only using the various colors in the desert; I was told that would work very well.  And then I was tortured to forget: and then got up to go to work the next morning feeling sickly, got the kids off to school, hopped in the car and went to work at the bank.

There are all kinds of things that I’ve learned from these memories.  I’ve learned of the power of the mind.  It is our mind that keeps us trapped.

War is NOT a “Necessary Evil.”  It is our mind that causes fear, and fear causes all kinds of chemical reactions, bad behaviors, short-sightedness and irrationality.  It used to be that I would turn fear and sadness into anger because anger gave me better results, but still, decisions made in anger ended me up somewhere where I didn’t want to be.  It’s so much more beneficial to release fear, vindication or revenge, anger, hate and sadness before making any decision.  When I was a kid the suggestion was to count to ten, because usually by the time I reached ten, my emotions had simmered down somewhat.  It still works.  Find a number that works for you.  Maybe it’ll be a hundred – that’s not even two minutes.  Surely you can wait two minutes to react.

Your mind controls your emotions, your breathing and your heart beat: you can calm those down with just your mind.  Your pulse is an easy one to monitor.  We can all do this.  God, whatever his name, has built this into the human design.  We have complete control.  I’m convinced, because of what I went through, that our mind can do everything.

This brain mapping thing has me concerned.  There’s an evil side to it, something I’d never have suspected 15 years ago.  I didn’t believe in evil, or the Devil, or that people could be evil, or that anything was ever done with evil intentions.  I would never have believed that Bush and Dick would kill 3,000 of their own people just to start a war – just for money!?

These are the same people who just bombed the Boston Marathon.

I now know that if you only look for the good in people – all you’ll see is good. We must recognize evil to defeat it.

Think Peace!  Peace is Possible!

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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