Add to my list of accomplishments Toward World Peace

Posted on August 11, 2015 by

The cult who owned me caught on very early on that by writing me out of the picture, by changing the name of the author of discoveries, books, paintings, and songs for instance, they were changing history. I’ve been doing so many things under different names that you don’t even know I was ever there. There was a saying about me that went, “It’s amazing how much you can accomplish if you don’t take credit.” I feel I have to start to take credit because I get the impression people think I’m letting them down. I’m doing all I can do and that will have to be enough. I’m only one person, after all, the odds are one against 100,000 or more, and that’s hardly fair. It is what it is and I do what I can, but without help it hardly seems enough. I feel I’m the one being let down.
I have made some progress toward world peace over the years but the 100,000 people fighting against me have made even more progress toward world turmoil. It’s depressing as hell so I have to remind myself that I’ve done some good. I’ve decided to write down some of the things I’ve accomplished.
Just as a point of reference for you I was five in kindergarten, I turned five in August so I am the same age the whole school year. Add five to which ever year in school I was in, in order to figure out my age. So, for example, my freshman year in high school is grade 9, so add 9 to 5 to get my age. Got it? My freshman year in high school I was 14 for the whole school year. I graduated high school when I was 17.
I remember learning some Latin and I know I took Latin in high school, so I believe I was 14 when I found out if you put ‘anti’ in front of a word it means against. I remember asking the Nun, “If I am against the war then I would be antiwar?” She laughed at me and said, “No, it doesn’t work that way, and anyway, everybody is against war.” I said I didn’t think so. She said, “Oh yes dear, nobody wants war.” I responded, “If that were true we wouldn’t have war.” That shut her up and got me to thinking. I started doing my own poll. I started asking people if they were for or against the war. At the time we were sending troops to a little country in Southeast Asia that no one had ever heard of before. I didn’t understand why we were getting involved in a civil war in Vietnam. I was astonished to find out just how wrong the Sister was. A lot of people were pro-war. (If you put pro in front of a word it means for.) They bought this idea the government was selling called the Domino Theory. I made up my own joke about it. Here’s an excerpt from my young-adult novel Confusion turned to Chaos. My character, Madelyn West, is explaining how stupid the Domino Theory is. This is what I actually used to say to people when they tried to defend the war using that theory.
War is good for the economy, Madelyn keeps hearing. Good the economy? Whose economy is what I want to know? It’s okay to kill ten thousand boys for the sake of the economy? There are more and more people speaking up against the war. There are more and more protests. Madelyn has a lot of faith in these Paris Peace Talks. I want us to get the hell out of there! What are we doing in a civil war half a world away? I keep hearing about the Domino Theory. I don’t get it. When anybody tries selling that Domino Theory I ask, “What do they think, the little countries in Southeast Asia will become communist and then fall over and make such a splash in the Pacific, that it will cause a tidal wave across the ocean and come crashing over here and knock us over with communism?” To which most people just look at me like I’m an idiot. The fact that anybody swallows this Domino Theory is exasperating! Plenty of people do, though, so I’m vexed a lot.

When I was a freshman or sophomore in high school I saw a documentary about the end of World War II. People were holding up their fingers in what we now know as the Peace Sign. It was a V they were holding up, V for Victory, but I didn’t know that. In my young mind I thought it must mean Peace. So I started using it and insisting that everyone around me hold up their fingers for peace. I got everyone to do it. I’m bringing it back now. It’s time to bring it back. Join me, won’t you?
I decided that there should be a sign for peace; one that didn’t have words so it could be used world-wide, so I worked for three days and came up with what we now know as the Peace Sign. I came up with what is now the co-exist bumper sticker. That was stolen from me and it took 40 years to show up and it now has a Satanic symbol as the dot to the I. If you own one turn that dot into a fish or something.
A little later on while still in high school I decided there should be a day for the earth. There was Mothers Day and Fathers Day but there was no day for the mother and father of us all – the earth. So just like that I declared Earth Day. That has also caught on and much to my delight has grown stronger every passing year. They celebrate it all around the world.
Now I want to modify the peace sign by adding color. There are 4 lines representing the 4 corners of the earth inside the circle which is earth. Now I notice the peace sign is sometimes a circle and an upside down Y which is Satanic. Keep it 4 lines please.
Here’s what I think. The circle should be yellow like the sun that gives life to us all. The long line that goes North and South should be red for the color of every human’s blood. The short North South line should be brown and tan for the soil of the earth. The line from the center, where the red and brown meet, to the east should be blue for the water we all need; and the line from the center out to the west should be green for the plants and food we all need. It’s a conglomeration of Earth Day and Peace. It’s a Peace on Earth Sign.
Anti- War
Songs – Michael Row the Boat Ashore, He’s Got The Whole World In His Hands, Imagine, Give Peace a Chance, Do They know It’s ChristmasTime At All, The Little Drummer Boy, Happy Christmas (War is Over) and many others are songs about peace that were written or cowritten by me. I think most – if not all – of the songs about peace in the last 60 years were either written or cowritten by me.
I was very, very young when I began writing songs. Sometimes I cowrote songs and sometimes, as with, Michael Row the Boat Ashore and He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands, I wrote them because I was bored while waiting for a speaker at summer camp. When I cowrote songs I had to stay within the confines of the other person, but when the other person was open to it, as Bob Dylan and John Lennon were, I always wrote about peace.
Advisor – I had been called in at the 11th hour to advise Pres. John Kennedy regarding the Cuban Missile Crisis. What I told them to do may still be classified, but I can tell you this, it was done to avoid war. I remember the General in the room was really POed because he wanted war. General’s will always arrange situations so that war is inevitable. The fact that I could find a way around it made him livid. John Kennedy kept me around as an advisor after that. I was able to help in a few other world negotiations. I’m not sure whether he knew how old I was, but it didn’t matter to him, what mattered was that I made sense. I remember Jack yelling at the General that night saying that I was the only one in the room who was making any sense. That night, I’m quite certain I helped avoid World War III. I spent time with the Kennedys while Jack was alive.
And then, a few years later, while advising Bobby Kennedy I got the world talking about the reality of World Peace. The night Bobby Kennedy was shot was the night he won the California Primary, at that moment in time Bobby had an approval rating of 95% world-wide. I knew while we were campaigning that World Peace was something the entire human race yearned for. I still believe, a half a century later, that that’s true.
Bobby was shot because the people who owned me predicted I would be successful in bringing about World Peace. I was the woman in the polkadotted dress who was seen running from the pantry the night Bobby Kennedy was shot. I was dragged out of there by the man who programmed Sirhan-Sirhan to shoot Bobby. The only way to get me to leave Bobby’s side was to tell me he was dead and that I was going to be next. Sirhan was programmed to shoot me as well, but I was saved at the last minute and so the dream of World Peace didn’t die.
There are just a handful of people who don’t want peace. They fight under the name of the Satanic God Isis. They own the media that shows their vision of the world. A relentless telling and retelling of things horrible and senseless. They say war is inevitable.
Years ago, I wrote with John Lennon, “War is over if you want it. War is over, now.” I can tell you it is that simple. Just before the cult broke up the Beatles John and I were talking about doing the talk show circuit and telling people of our vision to bring about World Peace through song. We’d already compiled quite a nice little cache of Peace Songs that we could tour with and talk about. And it had begun to work so before we could do any talk shows except for Dick Cavett and before we could go on tour the people who are pro-war, the people who owned me, broke the Beatles up, but not before we’d made a significant dent in the idea that, “War is inevitable.”
There are idiots who say I have no dream of World Peace and that I only want people to think I’m special. I don’t think I’m special – that’s the whole point of this. I think anyone who wants World Peace just needs to say so. I’m not special to want World Peace, 99% of the world wants World Peace. You say that out loud anymore and the Nazis in the Tea Party will call you un-American.
George Lucas has credited me with Yoda’s words. Turned out he was taking notes the whole time I was talking while we worked on American Graffiti, and he turned that into the words of Yoda. Many people feel that Yoda felt strongly about peace and harmony. I know I do. I hope we hear more from Yoda in the newest Star Wars movie The Force. And if anyone hurts Mr. Lucas in any way be aware that there will be no place to hide, because the world will seek vengeance. Vengeance is not something I approve of or condone, it is a byproduct of the way we conduct ourselves as of this moment. In the very near future it will not be necessary.
There you have it – those are a few of the things I have done. My brother helped keep Earth Day alive in the early years. And my friends helped get both Peace Signs going (The finger one and the circle one) Thank you.
You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope some day you’ll join us and the world will live as one.
Add that 40 years ago I negotiated a lasting peace in Northern Ireland. (I’m a Nobel Peace Prize winner in absentia.)

I thwarted a second attack on NYC that was potentially more deadly and crippling the first. (W talked about it in one of his State of the Union addresses. I’m a Medal of Honor recipient in absentia.)

There’s more, I think, because I have to remind myself when I get depressed, that at least I’ve gotten some things done.

I got the Hands Across America thing started. It was my Idea and I figured out how it could be done. Kudos and many thanks to those who participated.

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 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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