Who am I?

Have you ever heard of a society that has members who rule the world from the shadows?  I’m here to tell you they exist and they’re the people who owned me. They will take anything they want by any means necessary and that usually includes murder or ruining another person’s life. These people have no concept of dignity or fair play. They operate under the delusion that their life is better because they have more money. In truth, their life is miserable. Their lives are miserable. What keeps happening to them is called Karma. Because they are so grossly negligent with the lives of other people their bad karma comes back to bite them. But they have enough money to buy themselves out of almost any situation they’ve gotten themselves into.

Because these people and their negative karma are the ones who owned me, I was put in many situations that, by any account, would be considered very strange. Please see my book called, “The Conversation.”

These people are continually railing against an unseen, imaginary enemy. They are taught through the worst kind of child abuse and sexual abuse not to trust anyone and everyone is out to get them. They’re not allowed any kind of interaction with regular folk so they don’t know they’ve been lied to their whole life.

Money gives them power, and unfortunately we are taught that a person with money should be respected and that alone gives them power. Bill O’Reilly has many other tricks that bring him respect and adoration in order to counteract his miserable karma. He uses lies and anger along with hypnotizing the audience by broadcasting inaudible sound waves imbedded in his TV show, that both draw the viewer in and erase short-term memory. This makes even the most absurd lie plausible.

Because these people owned me I had an opportunity through The Rand Corporation to meet many prominent individuals both in the corporate world and the entertainment world. And since they owned me as a toddler I began meeting celebrities at a very young age. I played Little Ricky on the I Love Lucy show and since I was funny enough to add to the show I was considered one of the writers whenever there was an episode that called for Little Ricky.  Because of that I got to meet and spend time with George Burns and Gracie Allen, the Marx Brothers, the Brat Pack, WC Fields and May West, etc.

Every summer I was either caged and used as a guinea pig in some of their sick torture inventions, or rented out to child molesters, or sent out to work in Hollywood. My parents were told I won a trip to Camp every summer and since they despised me, they were happy to see me go and never questioned the existence of the camp.  I made considerable money while in Hollywood but it was all stolen by the cult and used against me.

Now that I have my memory back I know that during my grammar school years I was assistant director to Alfred Hitchcock many summers, and that’s the reason why he always shot his movies in the summer. My only complaint is that I was never allowed to remember those times.  Those memories are nice ones.

These people who owned me and run the world had power only through money and murder to keep me a slave and to steal my money which made them even richer. Using murder, torture, mind control and hypnosis, they began writing me out of the reality that would be on the News. I couldn’t fight against them once my memory was erased.  That made them realize that whoever owned the News could rule the world.

I did some pretty incredible things without the Secret Society which may or may not be called The Builder Berg Society. After kindergarten I would stop by a neighbor’s house on my walk home to watch my neighbor and some of the eighth-grade boys build rockets. There’s a movie about them called October Sky in which I am completely left out, even though I made some considerable contributions including finding a rocket that had been blamed for starting a fire. I used math, and wind speeds I got from the local paper; and then using only a length of rope and a compass the boys and I walked through the woods in the neighborhood and the rocket was found 3 feet from where I had calculated it would have landed. That got me noticed by NASA. A few years later, when Pres. Kennedy said he wanted to send a man to the moon I was called in as a consultant to NASA and was nominated to be on the Lunar Mission team. At the time I was the youngest person ever nominated to be on any NASA team and I was the first female. Although I had accomplished all that on my own by age seven, the cult or as they’re more commonly known – the Builder Berg Society kept all that from the papers, the NASA archives, and the News in general; and what they realized that in doing so was they were changing history. That’s when the Society (or the cult) began to be very interested in the entertainment business, especially television and the News; they could change history as it happens. Now they’ve gone even farther because Rupert Murdock and Bill O’Reilly are releasing books like “Killing Lincoln,” and “Killing Jesus,” to change actual history and make people come around to their way of thinking.  They have new sources – they say.  What new sources?  Lincoln’s been dead for a century and a half, and Christ has been dead two millennia.  Are they communicating with zombies now?

Note:  ALL of the Rocket Boys, and the retired Nutley NJ HS Physics teacher who helped us, were all murdered a long time ago.  Jake J’s character was the last to be killed because he was going to tell the world we never made it to the moon and there’s no way we could land on Mars, because, at the time, we didn’t know how.

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 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. https://youtu.be/uw6CIxD1pHo 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! https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/380321 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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