New Preface for the Conversation

Apocalypse is a Greek word meaning revealing the Ancient Truths.  The Conversation is the Apocalypse.
Belief in the Devil
Skepticism is how the cult hides.  No one wants to think Satanic cults exist and if you try to point it out to people, they‘ll just say you’re crazy and that way Satanists get away with murder!  And you bet ya – it sounds real crazy!  Cults rely on your disbelief.  Rita made it a point to tell me the same thing will happen to me.
Satanic churches seek out people who live in misery.  “Social Media,” Cable and Satellite TV, and spyware makes it easy to identify them: and GPSs, Cell Phones, FaceBook, Twitter and Linked In tell them how to find them and their friends any time of the day and night.  Next cults use torture and mind control to get those people to join their church.  Some Satanic religions are intergenerational, meaning some people are born into the cult.  I believe 99% of people in Satanic churches or cults are prisoners without walls.  I wrote this book for them.  I lived my life as a prisoner of a Satanic church.  I was their slave and prisoner since I was two.  I now find myself mourning my own life. 
My Sanity
All psychologists have to know about cults because cults wreak such grave emotional havoc.  A few psychologists have told me that usually people who’ve suffered the kind of abuse I’ve suffered, are wearing straightjackets, and live in a padded room.  I should be, or at least look like, a bag lady.  I should rest assured I’m the sane one and the people who did this to me are the crazy ones.  They explained, the fact is, if I were insane I certainly wouldn’t be able to go RVing, enjoy myself, map routes, hold intelligent conversations or look as kempt as I do.  They thought my assertion that it was God who saved me must be true, because my mere existence is a miracle.
John Alexander
There’s a man who belonged to many cults and he was a Major General in the Air Force and the NSA, formerly Military Intelligence.  I don’t know his real name.  John felt enough people in cults would know his name and he knew those were the people I was trying to reach by writing this book.  John Alexander was a ruthless cult figure responsible for many of my torture sessions, and he said a thousand murders.  He was in charge of torture at Guantanamo Bay.  He caused much of the permanent nerve damage to my body, although he said he was not responsible for any of my 106 broken bones, seven of which are in my neck and spine.  Every bone in my spine has a fracture in it caused by a cattle prod put in my anus and touched to my spinal cord and turned on.  (One night, Sam Walton, the owner of Wal-Mart, used that torture on me for six straight hours.)  John supplied Satanic cults with night vision goggles, NSA torture drugs and taught torture techniques such as water-boarding and electrocution to the cult that owned me.
John Alexander told me he spent his life afraid and unhappy.  I teach in my eBook the Truth that our only two directives from God are to choose Heaven or Hell and to be happy as long as we don’t hurt anyone.  Since he was lied to and abused by Satanists his whole life he felt duped.  John said after he read this book he found himself mourning his own life.  He hoped young people, considering joining one of these churches or clubs, would read this book and their eyes and hearts would be opened and they’d be spared the hellish life he felt he “had to” live.  He wished he had books like the Truth and the Conversation to read when he was young.  He found it almost unbelievable that someone who had been held a rape and torture prisoner and a slave would do something as selfless as this for the very people who tortured her; but he added, he knew me and that made it all very believable.  He thanked me over and over for writing these books.  It cleared up many things for him.  My eBook, the Truth, made him understand God in a way he never thought possible – it made him like God.  He became a fan of Christ.  He wished he knew the truth about God when he was young.  John added, “God picked a good name for you.”
John said he would like all military and law enforcement personnel to read the book  John thanked me for forgiving him and hoped one day his protégé, AF General Robin Rand, would be able to forgive him.  John died in December 2013.  He’s now one of my Angels.
Whether you believe in Satan or not you need to be aware there are people who do and they will hurt you and your country.  For instance, they can abduct those whose life they want to ruin and make them hate their job.  They’ll then abduct that person’s boss and make them believe appalling things about that person to make their job really terrible, even unbearable.  It’s a soul crushing experience to go everyday to a job you hate and work for a boss who hates you.  Their goal, and the goal of all Satanic churches, is to make life on earth as much like hell as possible.  The logic eludes me.
This was done to me in most of my jobs.  I apologize to those who worked with me and suffered under this edict.
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.  This eBook is an exposé about the religion of Satanism.  It also is a brief summary of my life because I was a slave and prisoner of a Satanic cult all of my life.  The book is important for everyone, whether you believe in God or the Devil or not, because it clears up all that has been happening in the world.
The following is a five hour conversation I had with Rita Denman the self-proclaimed most evil witch princess of all time.  She claims she’s the Whore of Babylon.
Each chapter has notes in italics which are my thoughts since the conversation.  Each chapter has a summary that attempts to make sense of the conversation.
I’ve put several stories about me, some cult legends about me, and information about my relationship with God in the eBook, the Truth.
I have no editor and this eBook had to be published now, so please ignore any typos, etc.  Thank you.
Rita Denman, the woman who owned me and who is the person with whom I had this five-hour conversation, said, “When you tell people, and you will tell people, because that’s the kind of person you are.  You don’t care if we kill you.  If you think something is right – you’ll do it.  Your own life isn’t as important to you as doing something for someone.  Even for people you don’t know.  I’ll never understand you.  But it doesn’t matter – no one will believe you.  They’ll all say you’re crazy.  And we’ll be right there, up front, pointing our fingers at you.  We’ll get everyone to believe you’re just crazy because you say so many crazy things.”  Rita puffed like just thinking about all the trouble I’ve caused her made her tired, “That’s why I had to go back through your life and make everyone hate you.  Everyone you love, everyone who ever knew you hates you or is dead.  All of north Jersey will say they hate you, and you’re just crazy, and the rest of the country will believe us.”
It came to me to say something.  My Angels were pretty clear, I wasn’t sure why I was to say, “You won’t kill me,” but I did.  It just confused her.
My Name
I was born Lynn Pezzutti, then I was married and became Lynn McDermott.  Then I was mind controlled into marrying the “prince” of a Satanic Church based in north-west New Jersey and I became Lynn Mickelsen.  I now consider Lynn Mickelsen my slave name.
One day in 2007 God said, “You will be called Grace.”
I argued for a minute saying, “Me?  Naah, I’m not Grace.”
God said, “You will be known as Grace.”
I replied, “I don’t even like that name.”
God repeated Himself as though He hadn’t said a word before, “Everyone will know you’re Grace.”
I had argued with God over many things many times before and I knew enough to stop.  It was a simple enough request.  God chose the name Grace for me and I chose the last name Gardener and God okayed it.

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 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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