Military Budget

                      The Absurdity of the US Military Budget

I’d like to state that there were several times the military came to me to ask how they could spend more money.  I had to come up with ideas to increase the military budget, which is something I’m totally against.  Sometimes I thought it was a dream, or, a game, or, I thought it was hypothetical, so I would help them by thinking of really absurd ways to spend money.  It didn’t seem real.

One year, I thought up the complete, utterly insane money suck of a weapons system in space.  We called it Star Wars.  The game was spending money and this thing fit the bill and surpassed their wildest dreams.  This happened during the Regan presidency.  (It had nothing what-so-ever to do with Mr. Lucas’ epic masterpiece.)  Of course, a few days later when I was awake and not drugged and in my own mind, so to speak, I heard about the proposal and I thought it was ludicrous.

One year I thought of building a desalinization plant.  I think now, and thought back then, that getting drinking water out of the ocean would be important in the future so I thought it may be a worthwhile endeavor.  The people in Satanic churches that are in the top brass in the US Military didn’t want to build it near the ocean, which was the smartest thing they could have done, because we could use more fresh water on the West Coast.  Instead they built it in the dessert in Yuma, Arizona.   Later I came up with the word ‘desalting plant’ because several Army personnel  couldn’t pronounce desalinization.   When I was told they wanted to lower the salt content of the water that flowed into Mexico, I suggested pumping ground water to add to the salty water to lower the salt content and then pump that water back into the Colorado instead of spending millions on a desalinization plant in the middle of the desert.  But, since the name of the game is spending money, they built the plant and ran it for a few days until they saw that the output was purer than they hoped for, and then the plant was shut down.  The plant has been sitting idle for 30 years.  Once the powers that be were satisfied with the results, they started pumping ground water and adding it back into the Colorado, which is what I asked them to do in the first place, and they told me that was impossible.

(The wastewater from the operation in Yuma, and from the brackish canals, is pumped into a stream that is supposed to go into the Gulf of California; but it’s my guess most of the polluted water makes its way to the New River which flows north to the Salten Sea.  The Salten Sea has become so polluted, fish can’t survive and birds are dying.)

Another of my suggestions are Drones.  For those who don’t like Drones, the US Military will tell you the only alternative is manned jets.  I prefer Drones.  Of course, I’d prefer all countries would open lines of communication so spying would not be necessary.   That way all countries could cut back on their military and save loads of money.   Think Peace.

The US government must abandon its policy of tolerance of the Satanic church in the military.

In the face of all these ‘Fiscal Cliffs’ (more like fiscal speed bumps – if you ask me) the Military will insist their budget be high.  They will tell the American people a large Military budget is the only way to ensure our safety.  That’s because the Satanic churches that operate within the military can siphon as much money as they need to wreak havoc on any country they choose, including the United States.  The only way to ensure safety is to show other countries some respect.

My eBook, ‘the Conversation with Lynn Mickelsen’, explains what they’ve been up to.

*One of the people who kept me as a slave and prisoner all of my life was a Major General John Alexander in the NSA.  Deeta explained to me about people who go into positions of power, not to help others, but because they enjoy watching suffering.  Some people join organizations like the police because they think they may have an opportunity to do some good, but they quickly find out things don’t work that way, and they’re but a tiny minority in a huge government syndicate.  At any rate, since I had a connection to Army Intelligence I would, from time to time, be abducted and asked questions by my own government.  At times I was happy to help, after all, who doesn’t love her homeland.  One time I was asked to help get some men out of a country that was going to kill them because they were US sympathizers.  I suggested disguising them as a film crew and we went into great detail as to the logistics of how to get these men to the United States. This operation was recently declassified.  From time to time when the US Intelligence agencies had a job they couldn’t figure out, John would come to me for advice, and that’s how they knew to come to me for money SPENDING ideas.

So much of my life was while I was in a trance and drugged and then tortured to forget.  Sometimes I was tortured into coming up with ideas.

We MUST get out of the Middle East.  We MUST stay out of other country’s affairs.

Many people in the Congress will object to cutting back on the Military because they are in Satanic cults and expect to see World War III with more casualties than we’ve had in all our wars put together.  The Tea Party was started as a tax dodge and a money collection scheme designed to topple the government, discredit President Obama and make him look bad, and they want to help the US get into World War III.  They should be tried for treason.  I remember the conversation I had with some of their supporters when I named them.  John Alexander confirmed my suspicion was right that Satanists were anxious to have a black man in power when they brought down the government.  He also said President Obama is surprising them all because they haven’t been successful.  He said he thought Obama was smarter than he was, and that’s saying a lot, John wasn’t one to give compliments and John was always certain he was the smartest one in the room.  Except for General Robin Rand, John thought Robin was smarter than he was.

Once again the Tea Party should be its own party, not associated with Republicans, and they should be tried for treason.  The Tea Party and their affiliates should be charged with tax fraud.

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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