Star Wars 7, the Force Awakens

I posted this a while ago. George Lucas and I had a conversation about doing movies about the Force. I thought there was always a plan to do 7, 8, and 9. George Lucas wanted me to repost this – so I am. The fact that Star Wars 7 bears no resemblance to this is neither of our faults. I’m reposting it at Mr. Lucas’ request.

What are the contents of Star Wars 7, the Force Awakens

Instead of trying to recall the exact wording of each of the conversations that should be compiled into Star Wars 7, the Force Awakens, I’ve decided it would be easier on my nerves and more convenient for you if I just divulge what I think the movie should contain and you’ll just have to trust me that the reason I think these things is because they were parts of 3 or 4 conversations I had with George Lucas over the past 42 years. This way, you’ll be able to check me when the movie is released, and you’ll know who I am. Fair enough?


Why was Yoda in hiding when we first met him in the original Star Wars movie? I thought it was something more than being afraid for his life. George said that’s what it was, that Yoda was afraid he’d be killed so he went into hiding. But I said I thought it had to be more than that; perhaps Yoda was afraid his powers would be used by the Empire. Now that George has a pretty good idea of what happened to me, that will be worked into the Force Awakens. I hope so.

Who is Yoda? Yoda will return in a reincarnation as a woman. I know Lucas wants to rectify the mistake he made when he made Yoda a male character. He thought women didn’t say things like I did. But that reasoning is faulty since I’m a woman. I think he may try to get Charlize Theron to play Yoda, and I’d imagine unless she had some other commitment that’s impossible to get out of, she’d be thrilled to play Yoda. I know I would. Yoda may also come back as other things, but that’s more George’s bailiwick than mine. Yoda will explain why she talks the way she does – it’s simply too stress certain words and to economize other words and to make a point as briefly as possible so as not to waste anyone’s time or bore anyone. (I don’t write like I talk – you can be thankful of that – believe me)

Just so you know, it’s true that Yoda’s eyes were designed to look like Albert Einstein’s eyes. (The same goes for ET) When I talked to Lucas about that he was surprised I knew that. I thought everyone knew that.

Women in the Force Awakens

Also, George and I talked about the importance of women in the new millennium. We both felt that men had had their chance long enough and had made a mess of things and we both felt that women were better suited to handle the world the way it is right now and straighten things out. I don’t know if the storyline will point that out or if Lucas will just have more female characters in important authority positions and in decision-making roles.


Also, I felt very strongly that Chewbacca was a woman. I kept expecting someone to say something about that, but that never happened and when I told that to Lucas he was very surprised and thought that Chewbacca was a decidedly masculine character. I said there was nothing that Chewbacca did that a woman couldn’t do. I said I thought the pronoun he or him was only used once in the first three movies. I thought that Leah should be the one who knew that Chewbacca was a female all along. I think it makes sense. I don’t think I had Lucas completely sold on that idea, though.

But what we did both think of was Chewy and Han would have to go back for probably a wedding. Then Han, Leah and Luke would have to learn Chewbacca’s language and I thought that would be very funny. Again I thought Leah would be the one who could master speaking the language the quickest. And then, when they got back to their planet, they would realize that Chewbacca was a woman. I might be wrong but that idea was out there (in more ways than one.)

I think that the Wookies fight by pulling their opponents arms out. That will probably be in there. That’s something I said when I named the Star Wars characters and said Chewy was a Wookie.

Getting Han, Leah and Luke back together

I thought there should be a scene where Han, Leah and Luke were reminiscing and going through a photo album and there were three pretty good jokes I gave him for that. We both pictured Leah and Luke on a love seat or couch with Han standing on their left, the screen’s right. I said the film could move from that scene to a scene of a starship coming into the frame and Lucas asked which side should the ship come in from, and I said in from the left and headed to the right, and he laughed because that’s what he pictured as well. I kind of doubt that will be the very next scene in the movie, but I just bought I’d throw that in there as an interesting little tidbit about the way Lucas’s mind works.

I hope at some point, there will be a cane that turns into a light saber. (Since they’re so old, and all)

Parenting in Star Wars 7, the Force Awakens

Somewhere along the line in the movie there will be suggestions on parenting a teenager and parenting in general. Those suggestions should come from Yoda. I hope the suggestions include getting your child ready to be an adult by the time he or she is 12 or 13. I hope the suggestions include compromising with your children rather than ruling them with brute force. I hope the suggestions include allowing your child the freedom to be his or her own person. Lucas and I think that’s important.

I suggested that Luke should find himself in a situation with his son where something goes wrong and he recognizes that his parenting skills are the same as his Uncle’s were with him, and he uses the Force in a detrimental way. Luke then realizes that he never completed his Jedi training and goes back (I would have him go back to the swamp) and finds Yoda so he can complete his Jedi training. This gives the movie a perfect opportunity to talk a little bit more about the Force. I told Lucas I was waiting for something like that to happen, so I hope it happens. It better, or I’ll be disappointed.

Defining the Force in Star Wars 7

I told Lucas a story about something that happened to me about 40 or so years ago and I could never figure it out but as we talked I realized it was the Force, the elusive thing that I had always wanted to know more about. Lucas wanted my ideas about the Force. I asked if he believed in God and he did so I told him I believe that God is energy. I believe that before anything happened, God’s energy existed. God’s energy is the matter that makes up the center ball or cluster or what have you that began the Big Bang. I never believed there was a Bang, but rather a flutter or a whisper that started moving things in an outward circular motion. Like the cluster was a metaphorical dradle and God’s hand was the child on Hanukah. As the cluster got dispersed, planets and stars and sun and moons began to take shape. Depending on the energy of each sphere, some were hot, some cold, some were bright and on and on. It’s still going on; creation is a continuous, eternal process. No strings attached.

String theory says tiny strings hold everything together even atoms and molecules. Someone actually thought tiny strings pulled the molecules together to create matter. String theory has been disproven and energy has taken its place. I have been saying that energy is the source of everything for as long as I can remember. Probably since I learned about the expansion of the universe and thought about how that would have started; I think that must have been 40 or 50 years ago. But I feel it; I connect with it on a regular basis. I had a “Near Death” experience where I’ve been to Heaven and I can tell you God is just energy. Energy you can feel and just barely see but He’s clearly energy. So energy has to be the thing that holds everything together. It holds neurons, electrons and protons together to make atoms, molecules, matter and on and on and on. It’s energy that creates gravity, rocks, air, magma, human beings, water, space, the sun – everything.

In that respect, we are all connected. We are one entity. We are one with the universe. Some people can feel it and are very tuned into it. Most people ignore it: we’re taught to ignore it. We’re laughed at and ridiculed if we admit to feeling it. In 2003 I went to pyramids in Mexico. People were allowed to walk up the stairs of the pyramid, something my health didn’t allow, but I’m not sure I would’ve gone if I’d been up to it because the energy in the place was palpable. I spent my time sitting at the base with my back against the stones. The feeling was unforgettable. I’d say to other tourists from time to time, “Isn’t the energy of this place incredible?” And most times they would say they hadn’t noticed. They’ve turned their sense of energy off. To me it would be like putting a blindfold on and living that way. Completely unaware that there was this whole world that you could see if you just looked. Completely unaware that their eyes have a purpose other than a place to keep your handkerchief. Ridiculing the sixth sense is a way of keeping people in the dark.

The Force

I feel that the Force is tapping into the energy that surrounds us and not only holds our bodies together but every molecule in every cell in our bodies. It’s the Force that holds us to the earth and to our surroundings including each other. So if each individual were to tap into his or her own energy and attach that energy to the energy of the Creator and then to everything and everyone around us – that energy would multiply by each individual and object it attaches to. That’s the Power of the Force!

Let’s say, for instance, you’re in New York City. You’re one person but there are 500 people in your building. If you and the 500 people all concentrated their energy together with the Creator’s energy and the energy force the building produces and the energy in the ground under the building and the sidewalks and the air around the building and the sky over the building that would be such a tremendous amount of energy – I know it would be possible to accomplish mighty things.

People do it on smaller scales but they rarely combine their energy with anyone else (except when they want to get a good parking spot.) I think we need to build a fortress of trust so that we can combine God’s energy and our energies into something extraordinary and positive – and that is the Force.

The Dark Side

The Dark Side of the Force taps into the cornerstones of evil, rather than the power of God the Creator, and therefore can never be as powerful. JJ et al: know this – When you live your life believing in the power of Vengeance, Anger, Fear and Hate you are on the wrong team. You will never know true happiness or inner peace; and nothing good or positive will ever come of your actions.

In Conclusion How do we know we’re doing the Right Thing?

The test we must answer before we make a decision to take any action is – Is this something I’ll want to admit to? Is this something my children and I will be proud of? How will this decision affect the world seven generations from now?

About Grace Gardener

I’m being abused by the NSA. 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. Our soldiers all have the same, but they agreed to it. If I go to the ACLU to complain, my phone call will be intercepted. 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.” Trying to be a good, peace-loving American gets me treated like a criminal. The military wants WW3 and I don’t, so to teach me a lesson if I get on a plane, twenty people get kicked off so I can get harassed during the flights, and then the flights gets delayed so the rest of the hundred passengers are inconvenienced. Every move I make, every breath I take, they are watching me, hurting me and hassling me. The Military already has their list of soldiers who are slated to be the first to die in WW3 and General John Kelly said they will do everything in their power to stop me from stopping them. I don’t know how delaying flights for three hours and inconveniencing dozens of people stops me from doing anything. The Military teaches its troops to be rude and inconsiderate, and to hate good people who pray for peace. They say I’m subversive because I don’t want war. Sometimes the airline has to send another plane to accommodate all the people they kick off a flight. That costs them money. Airlines should have the right to ask about fabricating excuses for changing seats, etc. They should have the right to refuse Military baby antics. You notice the way we left the Kurds to be annihilated and we released Isis into Turkey so when something starts up, we can send nuclear missiles. Notice Trump didn’t send our troops home, rather on to the next potential nuclear war site. There are potential wars in six other countries and three bogus attacks on our people, in this country, so we “have to retaliate,” just like Afghanistan. I knew about that, too. A country that attacks its own people as a pretense to start a war is subversive and traitorous. I wrote a memo and I told Pres. Bush about the attack on the trade towers at least a year before nine eleven. Three thousand people died that day and he has killed more than thirty thousand Americans since then just to keep his secret. The killing will get worse. I just want this madness to stop. Trump isn’t a pacifist, he’s an Annihilist. Pence is no better, he thinks Armageddon will resurrect Christ: the opposite is true. Christ will not come if we start Armageddon. That’s a myth and a lie, like everything else. Wake up America. About George Lucas- NSA Agents are doing the same thing to George Lucas. I was told no one really wants to hurt George, but they “have to.” George and everyone involved with Obama must learn he's not the man you think he is. 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 12 YEARS AGO. I know 90% of what I know because plans for Armageddon were alwazs talked about at RAND. 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’ 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. I‘m still trying to walk those 20 feet.
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