Stop Stopping Me!

Stop Stopping Me!

I’ve been stopped all my life, but much of my work is still out there going strong without my name on it. For the Satanists in the game of trying to stop me, take a step back and take a breath and think about what you’re doing. Just because you took an oath to do what you’re told doesn’t mean you have to do what you’re told. Remember, I’m just one person I’ve been told by people who should know that it is 3,000 to 1. For every 3,000 people working against me there is only one working for me and that one would be me. So it’s me against 3,000 highly equipped Satanic church members who control the Cloud, email, Verizon, and all the equipment and satellite surveillance money can buy and much of it is given to them by our military and other countries’ military. Remember that right now it’s just me. You took an oath to work against me and to kill me when it was me who helped you. No one else in the cult helped to you. I helped you, I’m the reason you’re multimillionaires. You know the people in the cult and you know none of them have the capacity to come up with businesses and business advice and names that made you multimillionaires.

It was me who helped you!

If you were inclined to play fair you would stop trying to stop me. Since it was me who helped you, your natural inclination should be to help me. That’s how karma works. When someone does something nice for you – you do something nice for them. It’s like concentric circles. If you throw a pebble in a pond there’s a ripple effect that comes out of it and goes on and on.

What people have done recently to help me is simply to not try and stop me. I implore you to do me that one tiny favor. Also, remember, when all is said and done if people find out you’ve been working against me they’ll stop using your company.

I noticed that Google is continuing to stop links that go to my website and my books for sale. If Google would just stop doing that, then people would become enlightened and things would move along in a happy direction.

I was married to Peter Mickelsen for 22 years. I have memories more horrible than you can imagine. But one memory I do have is more than once Peter said to me, “I’d like to see what your Army looks like.” And, “I think it would be fine if you ruled the world. You always do the right thing. You’d always make a decision that would be best for everyone without regard to your own health and safety. You do that. You do what’s best even when you’ll be killed if you do it.” (Seriously, he said that to me, more than once he told me I would be great at ruling the world) I would always answer I don’t want to rule the world,” and, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Once I said to him, “Now, Peter, Come on, seriously, who would want me to rule the world?” And he replied, “Everyone. Everyone wants you to rule the world – that’s why you have to be stopped.” And I said something like, you’re a crazy person, why do you say crazy things like that?” I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

I still don’t want to rule the world! Yikes! All I want is world peace.

Every time I got close to getting people to believe world peace was possible a thousand Satanic church members would change everything around, the news in particular and they would murder people in order to keep anyone from knowing who I was. There’s been at least a thousand murders just to kill the people who got to know who I was, sometimes in a crowd situation.

There were plenty of murder attempts on me. Right now, I’m going through a terrible journey of memories of times I was almost killed and the things that were done to me and sometimes to others.

I know it’s a risk to help me. I realize courage is frowned upon in a world of Satanists so I don’t expect help, not right now anyway. Once you feel safe you’ll help but right now you’ll think you “can’t.” I’ve heard several times from people on both sides, “I’d like to help you but I can’t.” The only difference between can and can’t is a T. But Satanists don’t see it that way, they’re in their own prison of their own making. They won’t take one baby step outside of their Satanic world. Satanists use fear as a weapon. It seems to be the main controlling factor in everything they do. Keep in mind that Fear, Anger, Vengeance, and Hatred are the four cornerstones of Satanism.

An oath signed in blood is meaningless and childish. You’re not allowed to read my books? What are they afraid of? You’re not allowed to get to know me? What are they afraid of? They’re afraid you’ll learn the truth and you won’t try to stop me anymore. It was Beelzebub, not God, who didn’t want Adam and Eve to eat from the tree of knowledge and truth.

The truth has been hidden from everyone on both sides. Organized religions lie if they tell you anything other than – In order to go to heaven you have to want to go.

I just want to be treated like everyone else.

So, Google, let your program do what it’s supposed to do. Let people read my blog and be able to find my book by using your search engine, just exactly the same way you do for everyone else in the world. Don’t you remember me – I’m still the same person. Why am I so special? What would be so bad if peace broke out? How much fun are you really having?

Wikipedia, fix your site so that the things I was involved in are corrected. For instance, put me back in as the person in the Oval Office who figured out how to stop the Cuban Missile Crisis. Put me back in as one of the Rocket Boys and fix the dates. Put me back in as the first female to be nominated to a NASA team, and the youngest person. Put me back in as one of the creators of Star Trek. I was considered by Jobs, Gates et al. to be the east coast extension of The Wiz Kids. Why do you keep leaving me out? We seemed to hit it off. Why do you do as you’re told? The next time someone puts in one of my accomplishments please leave it alone, unless it’s a lie.

Email owners – allow me to get all of my emails unedited and unrestricted. I should be able to know who’s trying to contact me just like everyone else in the world does.

Twitter people – let my tweets go out to the people I want to tweak to. And let me receive tweets.

YouTube people – stop editing postings that include information about me or references to me. Why should I be edited out? What did I ever do to you? Why do you want famine, plague, global warming and war? What did the world ever do to you except make you rich.

Facebook people – stop sharing your information with Satanic churches that allows them to go and murder anyone they please. Loosen up your restrictions and make the site more user-friendly instead of just making it a spy site. The site would be so much better if you weren’t trying to spy on everyone. Please stop what you’re doing and think about what you’re doing and why you’re doing it. Take “Have To” out of your vocabulary.

Verizon – stop intercepting my phone calls and changing my voicemail. If you work for Verizon and you get strange requests to stop certain peoples calls, know that your company is run by the Satanic Church and their motive is world annihilation.

Amazon – Stop keeping my royalties. What did I do to you? Do you really want to be mixed up with the bad guys?

iUniverse – Stop keeping my royalties.

To all the people I’ve helped over the years – ask yourself why you’re doing what you’re doing. Why would you hurt someone who helped you? The answer I keep getting is, “Because I thought I had to.” If you can’t come up with a better reason than that then you have no reason at all.

If you want to see what I can do – let me do it!

Peter used to say, “I wonder what your army will look like?” I didn’t know what he was talking about, but now I know my army will look exactly like his worshippers. Everyone will wake up and turn around. They’ll wake up and do an about face and realize it has been love, happiness and peace they’ve been yearning for their whole lives.

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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