President Obama Please Release the Prisoners of Guantanamo Bay

Why is Child Abuse a Despicable Thing? It takes away a child’s Free Will and ability to think for himself or herself. Any Trump, Dick and O’Reilly can tell anyone anything they want, and everybody who has been abused and told, “Because I said so,” will believe anything any kind of authority figure tells them.

For instance, those films and snapshots of the Gitmo prisoners being “tortured” were staged and deliberately “leaked” to make people think we (the US) didn’t torture its prisoners. US citizens truly believe the only torture the prisoners were subjected to was mockery and humiliation. I know those pictures were staged because I was there. During my many years as a slave and prisoner of a Satanic cult I was used any way they saw fit. One day or night I awakened in a darkened room of about fifty men. The men were all prisoners at Guantanamo Bay and I was thrown in among them naked. The throw and landing broke two ribs and one back vertebrate and badly bruised my hip and arm. As soon as I woke up some of the men screamed because they thought I was dead. They began throwing their clothes at me, so I asked what they were doing and I was told to put them on because I was naked. I was horrified and put on the clothes they had given me – quite literally the shirts off their backs. I asked, “What is this place?” and they told me it was a prison. “Why am I here?” they told me they didn’t know and they didn’t know there were any women there. I asked them why they were here in this prison and they all told me they didn’t know. They were not lying. Some of them guessed they were given up by a relative or friend who had been tortured into giving names because they couldn’t think of any other explanation. Fifty Gitmo prisoners and they were nothing but gentile and kind and very concerned for my safety and wellbeing. They explained why I was in so much pain and growled about the inhumane treatment I suffered and they were subjected to daily. I’m sure someone has a surveillance video of it, because what was supposed to happen, what everyone who did this to me thought would happen, was I would be raped and killed and then my owners would have the best snuff video of all time, and they’d have a reason to execute several Gitmo prisoners.

A few of the pictures taken that night included me. One was me in a burlap sack with my hair pulled back and my head covered by a black bag. My arms are outstretched and held forward a bit, so you can’t tell I’m a woman, but if you’ve studied anatomy or art and figure drawing you can tell by the way my elbows and knees are shaped that it’s a picture of a woman.

I was a torture guinea pig for the man who is known as Dr. Death in the report on Guantanamo Bay. He had been paid a sum of $100 million to devise methods of torture and I can tell you – torture hurts! Most of his torture methods were first tried out on me.

For some reason people of the US believed the propaganda “leaks” showing torture as merely poking fun at someone. I am astonished and appalled that people actually believe that. The prisoners I met at Gitmo were much kinder and gentler than the American men and women who still have a hold over my life. The prisoners I met had no more reason to be there than I did.

What happens during torture is the people torturing you say they want information, they will ask for names and as the pain increases and the time passes your torturers begin asking for ANY names. Not just of possible terrorists but of family and friends and you will give them those names or pray for death, usually both. The men held at Gitmo are prisoners picked up on the streets and their friends and family members.

I remember one time I was being tortured and I was being asked for names. I’m a writer and I make up names for a living but under such extreme stress and in unimaginable pain I couldn’t think up names so I asked to see a phone book. I told them if all they wanted were names I’d read the phone book to them and they could have all the names they wanted. I figured that answer would either get me killed or stop them; and I was also hoping they’d see torture was an ineffective way of getting information. And I’m telling you I have no doubt what-so-ever that that is how those unfortunate men ended up in Gitmo. If you read my book, the Conversation, you’ll find more information about that.

Obama said he’d release the prisoners of Guantanamo Bay when he first ran for President. But Obama has also parroted Bush’s fabricated, deceitful sentiment, “They hate us for our freedom,” so they have to stay there – (like that’s a crime.) Conditions at Gitmo are despicable and wholly inhumane. I’ve heard that things have gotten better there, but still, can you imagine being in prison for 15 years for walking down the street?

Now that Cuba is accessible, investigative reporters should go there to talk to prisoners and guards. I can’t imagine all the guards agree with what’s going on there.

Obama has been in office almost eight years since he made that promise. There is no reason not to shut the prison at Guantanamo Bay.

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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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