Philadelphia Train

May 13, 2015

What would home-grown terrorists want with Internet and electronic communications? These attacks, like the one on the train in Philadelphia today, are planned out by home-grown terrorists. What they do is collect data on everybody, because they see everybody as either a potential ally or enemy. They know what sites you visit, they know what food you eat, they know the type of clothes you wear. They know the games you play and can easily get on to your personal computer while you’re playing online and check out everything else they need to know about you. They know how and where you bank, thanks to Linked In they know where you work and who your coworkers are. Thanks to Facebook they know where you are and who all your friends are, you’ve probably even given them your friends address and current location. They can use all that information against you any time they want. They can intercept you, without you even knowing it. I know because I’ve been intercepted and abducted on a routine basis. Few people question it because witnesses are told, “She’s just drunk and we’re helping her home.” With drugs and electricity it’s easy to plant a hypnotic suggestion in under an hour.

If the Rand Corporation collects data, then when they see that you’ve taken up a videogame that includes murder, then they can go back through your past data and see if you have real tendencies in that area. They have fine tuned programs that sift through your data to pick out potential terrorists. I am certain to my marrow that’s what happened to those Boston Bomber boys.

Ever since the Internet’s inception they have been along on the ride to use it as a tool, I now this for a fact, I can now remember many conversations. Every time a new need opens up on the Internet the Rand Corporation will be sure they have one of their people in place programming in backdoors and other data collection/virus programs to go along with the latest craze. I know this because I was a key figure in the Rand Corporation. I was a slave to the Builder Berg Society. I keep saying who these people are, most of the corporations run by home-grown terrorists are peppered throughout this blog site.

Small pieces of rail missing (as in the recent subway derailment) and larger hunks of rail loosened along a curve, can do grave damage: if you’ve seen the pictures coming out of Philadelphia this morning then you know.

So what they’ll do is they’ll look through the list of people who are train engineers and then go through their profiles that they’ve determined from the data they gathered online and by phone, and they’ll find that one perfect engineer who appears to get pleasure from hurting people. Philadelphia becomes the next target. They’ll abduct him for a few hours, and get him to go faster on that section of track that they have other people all but dismantling. His bloodwork may come out with no drugs in his system, because they only look for self-administered drugs, like alcohol, marijuana, and cocaine.

I know something about brainwashing. In under an hour they can easily brainwash someone who has leanings in the direction they are heading. Like the pilot who flew into the side of the mountain last month. He was suicidal and probably spoke about it over the phone at least once. Murdock and his cronys can simply take him and give him some posthypnotic suggestions, and whammo, you’ve got a full-blown tragedy.

The thing of it is, everyone just says, “Isn’t that a tragedy?” The man was suicidal and he took several lives along with him. You can bet the tragedies that get the air-play have been orchestrated.

Now to Nepal. In the Conversation I have mentioned a few of the places that were targeted to have earthquakes and volcanoes. Kathmandu Nepal was told to me as one of the places, except, Rita Denman, of Succasunna New Jersey, told me, “one of the places would be the name of the song in or near the country where the Dalai Lama is from.” I didn’t figure out that riddle until after the earthquake happened. Kathmandu is an old song from the 1960s by Cat Stevens. The fact that so many people from Google were in the area has me troubled. Now there’s been another aftershock even stronger than the first earthquake, it didn’t do as much damage as the first earthquake simply because most of the buildings, that could be knocked down, had already been knocked down. It has become less rare to have aftershocks as strong as the original earthquake, which is proof these earthquakes were man-made.

What Rand, Google and Murdoch would have had to do was find the area on a fault line. (That had been done before 2003) Then find some people in the area who work at either a drilling company, a well, or a mine: then get some other people in some other area to bring in some heavy-duty bombs and toss them down the mine shaft or the hole where the well was dug. If you read my book the Conversation you already know that Halliburton was the one who built the base for the drilling platform in the Gulf of Mexico that I allege had to have been sabotaged because it took so long to contain that oil spill. If the explosion was caused by air pockets in the cement, it would not have caused an oil spill, so it had to have been a bomb. Dick Cheney verified that for me.

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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