Lynn Mickelsen is now Grace Gardener

Recovering from induced amnesia is its own kind of hell.  It’s been emotionally overwhelming remembering all the wonderful people taken from my life by my now ex-husband and his beloved princess. Peter Mickelsen married me in 1979 to have a slave and torture prisoner.  I was given amnesia through electroshock torture and various torture drugs, the same horrible, pain-producing drugs given to the prisoners at GITMO. Now that I’ve escaped I’ve recovered from the amnesia and I remember all the work I did for the cult that held me prisoner.  So many of the members are in law enforcement they have access to modern technology and keep me from getting any of my emails and phone calls.  Gen. John Alexander, (that’s not his real name. I don’t know his real name) who supplied the cult with tax-payer paid for Armed-Forces torture drugs and equipment, found me where I was camped in my RV in a remote area of the desert and I helped him out by planning Zero Dark Thirty.  I felt Bin Laden was an important get because I didn’t think the US would get out of the Middle East without getting Bin Laden. Once the plan was carried out John was supposed to kill me, but decided to let me live because he wanted to see what I could do.  He said the price on my head was one hundred million dollars.  I remember the planning for the ransom, in fact I set the amount, and I can 100% guarantee you – they will just kill you when you try to collect it.  Think about the way it’s set up.  You bring proof that you killed me, my heart – for instance – but you can’t tell anyone you saw me or you were going to kill me until after you collect the reward.  I’m the one who thought that up!!  I thought it was for a movie.  That means no one will know you killed me – ever!  You’ll be dead.  Just so you know.  You kill me and I guarantee you’ll be dead.  Why don’t you join me and see what I can do.  John Alexander slipped up by not joining me.  They killed him.  Now he’ll never know what I can do, but, the Angel John Alexander will.  Yep.  You heard that right – Gen. John Alexander, the murderer and tyrant, is now an Angel.  He read my book and it changed his heart, and he agrees with me, Heaven is awesome!  Ain’t God neat?  And if you’re thinking ‘I don’t want to go to Heaven if mass murderers are there,’ you get a whole new understanding when you’re in Heaven.  You’ll see.  Believe me you’d much rather be there than anywhere else.  It’s amazing!  John believed me and now he’s there!  He freakin’ loves it.  He’s positively giddy.  Go figure.

 Lynn Pezzutti Mickelsen was kept a slave and prisoner of a Satanic Church in NJ for 55 years.  There are many people in the entertainment and computer industries who will be able to validate that statement.  Grace Gardener is her legal name and has been since 2007.  Grace was systematically tortured daily to forget her life outside of her home and her 9 to 5 job.  She recently has been recovering from her induced amnesia. She cannot get through to anyone because her computer is monitored and her phone calls are intercepted and most of the people who she would like to see again are surrounded by cult members who work for them.

Fear, hate, vengeance and anger are the main ingredients of control.  They are the cornerstones of Satanism.  They are doorways through which evil enters a soul.  The Lynn Mickelsen series of eBooks are exposés on the religion of Satanism. 

There are several stories, some cult legends, and information about Grace’s relationship with God in the eBook, ‘The Truth about Lynn Mickelsen.’

In order to avoid WWIII these eBooks had to be published now, so please ignore any typos, etc.  (Hopefully, there are very few.)  Thank you. It turns out I was held prisoner for all those years because I’m the one in their legends who can make the world greener, healthier, and end war.  John told me the cult still keeps my daughters as prisoners and uses them as slaves.  The cult now makes twice the amount of money they did with me because there are two of them.  He said my phone rings all the time and there are some pretty important people looking for me. I never get calls. My emails get intercepted.  The only way to talk to me is face to face and even then I’m under satellite surveillance.  All my attempts to reconnect with people I’ve loved have been systematically sabotaged.   I am only one person and John Alexander said roughly 3,500 people are assigned to make my life miserable.  Rita Denman says I don’t deserve to be happy since I want peace on earth and she loves war and death.  I am certain peace is a reality.  I can see it so clearly.  Dick Cheney who is also clairvoyant could see it when I told him.  I haven’t heard from Mr. Cheney in a while, I hope he will help me.  I told John Alexander and Dick Cheney my ex-husband, Peter, used to say, “I wonder what your army will look like.”  I had no idea why he said that and I would answer, “I don’t want an army.  I don’t want anything to do with an army.”  But now, I told them, my army will look exactly like the people who worship Peter, Rita, Eric and Rachael.  John thought I may very well be right, he could absolutely see that as a possibility.  Now this is a man who tortured me for fun.  This is a man who said he killed about a thousand people, but none for the armed forces.  This is a man who trained assassins using torture and brainwashing.  He claims to have been the one who mind controlled Sirhan Sirhan, Bobby Kennedy’s assassin.  This man had been brainwashed to kill me and he brainwashed many others to hate and to kill me; and he couldn’t kill me.  He told me he thought he may not be able to see that far in my future because he thought he may be dead by then.      So John said he thought I’d may very well be right. He told me a lot of things that were going to happen in the future, and by golly, quite a few of them are right.  Dick Cheney said he could see it now. It was all modeled before because he couldn’t understand how the same people were there, but now he realized I was right, it will be the same people that were Peter’s minions. So he said I am protecting the wrong people and since it’s the truth I should call it the truth and put the name Lynn Mickelsen in the title. Both of them had originally said I should write it under the name Lynn Mickelsen but now they realized I was right to not want to be associated with Peter, and since God gave me the name of Grace that I should stick with that and put Lynn Mickelsen in the title. Cheney also thought I should use the word truth, since it was the truth. They both felt that truth was never told before. That was my whole point in writing the book. No one on either side knows the truth.  When Rita told me every religion lies, she was right. I had never thought of it that way. But to think that God would send his son to be sacrificed is ludicrous. He sent his son with the message of heaven. Dying as a sacrifice to Satan was only one of 100 ways Christ could have died. And I emphasize it was as a sacrifice to Satan not to God.  But Christians fixate on the sacrifice which was satanic.

My first book, a young adult novel called Confusion Turned to Chaos, is published under the name Lynn Mickelsen.  I lived a life I never knew while I was Lynn Mickelsen.  I named things and bands while I lived in a blue house in NW NJ.  Since I escaped in 2007 my name has been Grace Gardener.  My ebooks, the Conversation with Lynn Mickelsen, and the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen and Garden of the Light, are published under the name Grace Gardener.  I’ve been writing these books to help the people in the cult.

I put the name Lynn Mickelsen in the title of those two books at the suggestion of VP Dick Cheney.  I had written a book called Babble On.  Cheney suggested I re-write it as non-fiction and put my old name in the title and call it “the truth” – since that’s what it is -and the let the chips fall where they may. He said I have written that the printed book on good and evil and no one has done that before, ever. So, I made Babble On into two books. He and John said I was there favorite author. Chaney said I’ve written the definitive book on good and evil and I responded, “That’s what the Apocalypse is. It’s letting people know what good and evil are. That’s all. That’s what the tree of knowledge is.  It was the devil who didn’t want people to know — not God.” That’s what I had set out to do in 2002. I said to Peter, “I’m going to write about good and evil.” He said, “You can’t  – you don’t want to look at the evil.” It took 11 years. I’m glad that people like Dick Cheney and John Alexander thought I got it right. I wrote the book for them. Cheney denies 11 years out of my life and I’m giving it away for free.

Rita had told me in the conversation in 2003 that 99% of the people in satanic cults don’t realize they’re in satanic cults. Most of them have never read the Bible — the Christian Bible that is. So when she reads from her Bible they don’t know it doesn’t match up. And she calls Satan ‘god’ only she said her god with the little ‘g’ but they don’t know that. So they think that God is vengeful, hateful, angry and wants them to be fearful. You hear that at many churches. We should fear God?  It always bothered me and I’ve come to find that it bothers the shit out of God, too.

About Grace Gardener

Here’s my dilemma. I’m being abused by the NSA. My rights as a US citizen are nonexistent. My right to privacy is long gone. They have put a homing device and a microphone in my stomach, supposedly attached to my spine so there will be bone conduction. I have an X-ray picture of it. I was told if I take it out I will be killed. I doubt it, but still, it’s not a good feeling. If I go to the ACLU to complain, my phone call will be intercepted and my meeting will be recorded. If I confide in a friend about what’s happening to me, she’ll be killed.
The NSA has brainwashed my daughters into not trusting me. They’ve been working on torturing them every week for the past 15 years. When I left in my RV they loved and trusted me, but now that I haven’t seen them in so long that now they’re afraid of me. When I was there, living with or near them, even though they were being tortured to hate me (that’s true), once they saw me again they were fine. But I can’t even call them. I know most of my calls are diverted, and I know when they try to answer, that’s diverted, too. But I don’t try hard and I can’t talk to them about anything meaningful because I know they’ll be tortured for many hours. And then they’ll be tortured, drugged and electrocuted to forget and when I talk to them again they’ll say, “It never happened.”
NSA Agents are doing the same thing to George Lucas. I was told no one really wants to hurt George, but they “have to.” But they think he’s a nice guy so they feel badly about it. Well that’s something, I guess. But the Government and other cults should not have round-the-clock accessibility to agents who are trained killers and have had their free will taken away through torture and electroshock. The best agents have had their personality split, so one personality takes over to carry out “orders” while the original personality watches helplessly. There’s a better way to run the military, and I was about to get through to put forth my ideas when the order came through to kill the three Generals who wanted to listen to me: and to kill six special agents who had been listening to me.
I listen to these guys and I wonder if they have any feelings at all? I know they do even though they’re not “allowed to.” They’re not “allowed to” complain, either, under fear of death. If they try to retire, they’re not de-programmed, they are killed!
I watched the Clint Eastwood movie American Sniper about Chris Kyle and I’m sure I commented on it a lot, but my readership has grown significantly and I know I’m monitored and it’s the guys doing the monitoring, who I’m trying to help. Even tough guys need a little help sometimes.
I wonder if the death of Cris Kyle, played by Bradley Cooper, was planned the way it was to get me to say something about it. Everyone in the NSA knows what happened. Chris was killed because he got out. Tragically, Chris seemed to be capable of healing himself with the help of his family and still he was murdered. The man who murdered him was under orders. True! I have many, many confirmations on that statement.
The judge sentenced Eddie Ray Routh, Chris’s murderer, to life in prison without parole.
The movie writeup says – “U.S. Navy SEAL Chris Kyle (Bradley Cooper) takes his sole mission — protect his comrades — to heart and becomes one of the most lethal snipers in American history. His pinpoint accuracy not only saves countless lives.”
Back to my dilemma, I can’t get in touch with anyone for fear they will be tortured or killed.
You think, “I thought the US didn’t torture?” Well we do. My daughters and I are born and raised here. We are good people, we’re exceptionally good people and the NSA has a HUGE problem with that. The people who give the orders want war and we want peace, and they’re making us the bad guys?
The only emails that get through to me are business and junk. Supposedly I get comments on my website that don’t come through, and I have to wonder if our military goes around killing anyone who tries to contact me?
My phone rings all the time but not here. This was true when I was in NJ, too. Nobody got through to me. The call is sent elsewhere and other people pick it up pretending to be me and the women pretending to be me are nasty bitches. If I call someone and straighten something out, I find out later that the conversation never happened, I was really talking to someone in the NSA, and I have to get back to square one. Most times things are so impossible, I give up.
I escaped my ex-husbands satanic cult only to find myself embroiled in the government’s cult. A much thicker, stickier web. They have kept my money from me so I can’t even get an apartment. That’s stealing, but they’re the military so nothing is illegal, not murder or theft.
I feel if I call someone for help he or she will be killed or badly hurt. Just being my friend or talking to me can get you sick with cancer or dead.

I think people who I have helped, or who have asked to help me, need to go to the press to tell them what a pickle I’m in . There are many people who have offered to help me over the years. Many have been killed. I don’t understand how a kid in a uniform can break into Steve Jobs’ house and inject his brain with liquid smoke, or some other carcinogen: and if he questions those orders his buddy will be told to kill him. They have to kill each other all the time. It’s so f_ked up I can’t stand it. Neither can the Agents.
They don’t realize that “under orders” is meaningless. If they’re caught they’ll be tried for murder.
Steve Jobs was a great man. No one, no politician, and no officer, has the right to murder any citizen, especially one who makes this country proud.

If you know someone in the NSA it’s your responsibility to let your congressman know what this country is doing to him. They’re being treated barbarically.
If you know my daughters please call them to lend an ear, because their memories are being erased in an attempt to make them cold and heartless and they’re suffering. Their memories are being erased and replaced with more horrible lies, and their ability to reason is gone. They used to be the smartest women on the planet.
If you know George Lucas do the same. The man we were both speaking with, who George considers a friend, ordered some horrific things done to George. They are trying to change his personality so he won’t like me, or so I won’t like him, like that could ever happen, but in the meantime his health and his mind will be suffering. Listening to him will be helpful. He also has a homing device and a microphone planted in him. His whole house is wired because he knows me.
If you’re a parent whose kid wants to join special forces let him know what he’ll be joining. I had someone with me get killed because he couldn’t kill his friend. I’m serious.
Watch the Manchurian Candidate, especially the part where people are being murdered, but the men see themselves at a flower show. That’s what it’s like. A Clock Work Orange shows how it’s done. And Mel Gibson’s Conspiracy Theory shows the aftermath. NSA guys read my books and my blog because I may be the only friend you’ve got.
I’d love to be able to take suggestions. I know I have to get all lawyered up, I’d like to sue the government for defamation of character and theft. That’s something I used to be able to do, but I’m powerless now.
What you can do.
God changed my name to Grace. I changed it legally in 2007. My slave name was Lynn. I was born Lynn Pezzutti, then I married Jay McDermott and I became Lynn McDermott, then I married Peter Mickelsen (now deceased) and became Lynn Mickelsen. Most of my friends in the entertainment industry think I’m Lynn Mickelsen.
So now I’m Grace Gardener, and while I’m not a slave, I’m a prisoner of the state.
If you’re a lawyer, see if you can get something going. I was thinking Amal Clooney could be very helpful.
If you know someone in the ACLU ask them to read this blog.
If you’re in my family, Doherty, Murray, Sullivan or Kelly and remember me from my Anti-War days and establishing Earth Day maybe there’s something you want to do.
Let the NY Times know I’d like this published as a letter to the Editor. Publish first, contact later.
Send a copy or link to your News.
Good Luck,
God Bless you.
Rise Up!
Think Peace.

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 Grace-Gardener.org. 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.
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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 Blurb.com. 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 grace-gardener.org 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!
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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 www.grace-gardener.org; 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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