Last Will and Testament

Last Will and Testament

Grace Campion Gardener

514 Americas Way # 3212, Box Elder, SD 57719

                                 January 31, 2014


When I left my home to travel in my little old RV, I thought I would be on the road for about a year.  I was very wrong.  I knew I should have as little contact with my daughters as possible because I assumed the people who kept us prisoners would want to know where I was by torturing my daughters.  I gave them vague references about where I was.  I thought that once the cult found out they couldn’t get any information out of them they would stop torturing them.  John Alexander said it didn’t stop them – “They’ll never stop,” he told me.

When John Alexander came he confirmed that my daughters were being used as slaves just as I was, and that they’re routinely tortured in an effort to get them to hate me.  At this point my daughters are both in their 30s and that torture has never worked – and yet they continue it.  My youngest daughter, Liberty Jane, was even hit by a car traveling 40 miles an hour, as she crossed the street.  She was set up by the man who took her out on a date and the other who drove the car, and it was her father, Peter Mickelsen of Hopatcong NJ and his beloved princess Rita Denman of Succasunna NJ, who ordered the hit.  I still can’t get them to leave the area: every time I do the next time I talk to them they have no recollection of telling me that they would move away.  I can’t go and get them because we would all be killed.

Now that I know they get tortured every time I talk to them on the phone, it’s difficult to talk about anything, and I haven’t been calling and I know it hurts them.  Liberty and I were both very athletic and strong as children and now we’ve been crippled by her father and his cult.

I want everything I have (roughly $10,000) to go to them and their half sister, Miranda.  Alicia should be the executor. I would like to keep the rig in storage as it may come in handy for projects in the future.  I’d like to keep the couch and everything above it and any decorations in the rig as part of the rig, everything else can go to my daughters if they want it.

First my daughters Alicia and Liberty Mickelsen of Hoboken NJ, have to be rescued.  I believe AF Gen. Robin Rand has experience in that area and he should be the one to set the plan in motion.  He is a good man and a very intelligent officer.  The three of them should be considered national treasures.

There is one-hundred million currently offered as a bounty on me that won’t be paid.  I don’t think it exists, but any portion that does exist should go to Alicia and Liberty Mickelsen as that money is money we earned as slaves for the RAND Corp.  Also, I have money that has been put away for me by several celebrities, songwriters and musicians;  that I would like to be used by Alicia and Liberty to open a non-profit that will create labs to test our food supply, drugs and supplements: and possibly to send up a satellite over the North Pole where there are microwave towers breaking up the polar ice caps.  Those are my priorities.

As far as  my daughters, Alicia and Liberty Mickelsen, and United States security – I’d like them to be consulted and use my book ‘the Conversation with Lynn Mickelsen’ as a guide.  They were taught by me since they were tiny children and so they will know the righteous path to take.  Also Gen. Robin Rand should be the major consultant as he has a wealth of knowledge in the field of war and terrorism.  World War III is boiling as we speak.  Between Gen. Rand and Alicia and Liberty Mickelsen the situation should be able to be defused in a timely manner.

Alicia and Liberty are abducted and used in torture and rape rituals.  They also are slaves for the RAND Corporation, the same corporation that used me as a slave.  They do the same work as I did, naming, consulting, script work, and advertising.  I don’t know if they do anything for the NSA or NASA, as I did, or anything in the field of science; but they are slaves and never receive a dime.  I would like the government to shut down the RAND Corporation for tax evasion and using slave labor.

I apologize for not seeing any of my daughters for so long, but it was their safety that I was concerned for.  I want them to know I love them more than life.  I am enormously proud of them.  I’ll be right here.


Grace Campion Gardener

AKA Lynn Mickelsen

# 3212 Box Elder, SD 57719  January 31, 2014

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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