Some of My Accomplishments Toward World Peace


World Peace : Healing The World : Civil Rights : Environment : Tolerance : Medicine : Internet and Electronics : Movies : Books : TV : Music : Electricity


Preface –

I am not better than anyone, and, no one is better than me. That’s the way I live, and that’s what I believe, and I believe if everyone felt that way – We Would Have World Peace.

I’ve been depressed lately because people expect so much from me, and the people who owned me have kept me down and held me prisoner for so long that my hands were tied, and I feel I have failed. My Lady told me to look at all I’ve done. I’ve been told many times that the saying, “It’s amazing the number of things you can achieve if you don’t take credit,” was first said about me. I’ve been thinking of some of the things I’ve done and the quotes and ideas I’ve given away over the years that have contributed in a positive way to humankind. I can now remember the many people who have thanked me over the years for doing so much for so many. In an attempt to make sense of everything I’ve been through I began to write down some of my accomplishments, so people who expected more will know that at least I’ve been trying. I’m not bragging, here, I’m just stating the facts.


World Peace

I made up the Peace Sign
– both the drawing of the circle with the four lines in it representing the world and bringing together the four corners of the world, and the fingers in the shape of a V to mean ‘Peace.’ I’m trying to bring it back.

When I was thirteen I took Latin and found out the word anti meant against. I told my Latin teacher, who was a nun, that I was anti-war. She laughed and told me, “That’s not a word,” and I told her I just made it up and she told me no one would ever use it. I said I thought they would and she laughed at me again and said, “Everyone is anti-war.” I said, “But if everyone was antiwar, there be no war.” I kept using the word until it began to catch on. Some people told me it was un-American – I didn’t listen to them. People still say that it’s un-American, and it makes me sad to think that America stands for war.

The COEXIST bumper sticker is mine. It took almost 50 years for that one to catch on. (the Satanic symbol that dots the ‘i‘ is not mine)

I coined the phrase , “Make Love, Not War.

Told Regan to say, “Mr. Gorbechov, tear down this wall.” And guess what? It worked. I was there the day the guards stopped stopping people at the border. I walked with a small group of people from West Berlin into East Berlin and then half of us walked back into West Berlin and when no one was hurt, shot or even stopped, the other half went to visit relatives they hadn’t seen in years. No one knew it was happening, the guards stopped checking so unceremoniously. People cheered and danced and sang – and it was wonderful.

Someone from NASA asked me to think of a good thing for Neil Armstrong to say when he steps on the moon. I told them that “One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind” was the perfect thing. A few people seemed disappointed, they wanted something more like – “Take That Suckers.”

The 18 Year-old Vote I was the woman (girl of 14 or 15) who saw the lights off in two rooms at the Watergate Hotel. People were wandering around using flashlights even though the power was on in the rooms on either side. If they had just turned on the lights I never would have noticed. I figured it was a burglary, called my hotel security and they passed me through to the Watergate’s security across the street and the rest is history. Nixon wanted to meet me. Nixon met with me a few times in the Oval Office, and he began to use me as someone to confide in, and talk to. He couldn’t give me peace so he asked what else I wanted, and I said, “The 18 year old vote.” I had told him it wasn’t fair to young boys that they had to fight for their country and they were sent overseas by politicians who they hadn’t voted for because they were too young to vote. That made sense to him so he changed the law.

The missing 18 minutes were of Nixon and me discussing the people responsible for Vietnam and Watergate because the same people orchestrated both the War and the Watergate break in. Nixon said the burglars weren’t looking for money – they were looking for dirt. Nixon was terrified of those people. They promised to make him president if he’d do what they wanted. He didn’t really win the election, I think it was McGovern who won, but the election was rigged so Nixon got in. He used to cry when he talked to me. He cried when he told me they made him give China the Most Favored Nation Status: he put his head in his hands and sobbed, “Oh, what they do to their people.” One night I took him to the Lincoln Memorial where some anti-war activists were protesting. I got him to see the faces of the people he had been admonishing. He became almost suicidal after that because he could see how thoroughly he’d been lied to. I told the protesters Nixon had no control over the War. That night, I am sure, was the beginning of the end of the Vietnam War.

I was arrested at an anti-war rally. While incarcerated by the National Guard, I put a flower in the barrel of the rifle pointed at me. I thought it was a symbol of peace in a time of war. That picture made the News.

Healing The World

Stopping the spread of Leprosy –

Mother Theresa and Calcutta – One day I found myself in Calcutta with Mother Teresa. Mother Teresa wanted to meet with me, I had gotten a reputation after meeting with the Maharishi when I was with the Beatles. I talked with her for quite a while. I had been writing a poem while waiting for her, it was the poem ‘Anyway.’ She told me to put it on the wall so I painted on the wall and I found out later she meant for me to tack it on the wall. But by then it was almost done so I finished it up and we left it. I found out about the work that she was doing with the lepers. I got a very short course in leprosy and found out it was a venereal disease. A million people lived in Calcutta, many of them lepers. I asked Mother Theresa if she used some of the money to give out condoms. I wanted to know what she was doing with the money she was collecting. I was horrified to find out she wouldn’t tell them leprosy was a venereal disease. I said, “Then I’ll tell them. They have to be told. It’s unconscionable that they don’t know.”

I stood outside and started to talk to a small crowd, as though I was going to tell a million people to use a condom when they had sex. The bugaboo came when I couldn’t find out what the word for sex was. I think it may have been illegal for anyone to talk about sex; or people thought it was illegal. I had to go back to Mother Teresa to ask her and she said she didn’t know. I said, “But you told me you told them not to have sex, that that was the only cure, so there must be a word for sex or intercourse?” For some reason she didn’t want me to tell them this. She had orders from the Vatican not to tell them. After a lot of back and forth and hand gestures with the people in the crowd I finally got myself an interpreter who would tell them it was intercourse that spread leprosy and that they had to use a condom when they had sex. It was horrifying to find out that what was probably the first venereal disease, one that had been around for six millennia, that no one knew you could get it through intercourse. I talked to them about staying clean and keeping their clothes clean; and the women said they didn’t want to have sex with men who had open lesions so I told them that was probably for the best because that is probably when it’s more likely to spread.

I found out there were women at the leper colony in Calcutta who hadn’t seen their families in decades because they had leprosy. I told them as long as they had no lesions they weren’t contagious and they should go back to their families. This was true, this had always been true, it was just something they didn’t know, because they weren’t allowed to talk about sex. There was such a rush of relief when I told these people that as long as they don’t have any lesions they had nothing to fear of casual contact because they’d been afraid that since they once had lesions they would always be contagious just by shaking hands or hugging and they were thrilled to find out that wasn’t true. They thanked me profusely and cautiously hugged me and shook my hand some of them cried because it was the first time they’d been hugged in years. The men cried when I shook their hands, since they haven’t been able to shake anyone’s hands in so long, they felt that took their manhood away and by my coming there they felt better than they had in so many years they couldn’t even remember. The ripples relief and joy that swept through the crowd was overwhelming.

Mother Teresa told me that she had spent her life with those people, and I had only spent a few days, and in those few days I did much more for them than she had in her lifetime. In the end, after seeing and feeling what just happened, I’m sure she was grateful I defied the Vatican’s orders.

The Pope I got to meet a Pope. I felt I was no longer a Catholic because I was divorced. The Pope said he could give me a special dispensation. He had just become Pope and joked, “I’m the Pope, I can do that.” I told him I didn’t want anything special. I said everyone who is divorced should be able to stay a Catholic if they wanted to. I told him the church had to denounce child abuse especially the practice of Priests molesting and raping little boys and girls. The Pope said they needed that practice to get new priests and nuns. How would they be able to recruit if there was no one who didn’t want to have sex. That’s why sexual abuse is condoned. I explained God made us to enjoy sex and instead of trying to create freaks who don’t like sex, the church should make it so priests and nuns could marry. I said I thought Christ would be angry with the church if He were alive today. I told him the church should not ban birth control. The church was hurting third world countries by doing that. They were forcing people to have children who couldn’t afford to take care of them. He may have asked about abortion, I can’t exactly remember that, and all I would have said was a girl should be able to stay in the church if she has an abortion. I said I thought homosexuals should be included in the church as well. I know I said I didn’t think the church had the right to tell anyone who was born a Catholic and had been going to church all their lives that they wouldn’t be forgiven and couldn’t be a member, I said Christ wouldn’t like that either. The Pope, who had been shaking as I spoke, said he thought everything I said made sense and he’d try to get things changed to include everyone. He died a few days later.

Several years later I met with some men who described themselves as the men who really ran the Catholic church. The men in the shadows, they said. They said they would put a Pope in power who would do everything I asked for, except the child molestation, that would have to stay. Child abuse wasn’t an official position of the church anyway. They asked me to name the new Pope. That was a new one for me – to name a Pope. I said Francis, I had taken Francis as my confirmation name.

Small things can sometimes change the world.

The Dalai Lama heard about me from the Pope, the Maharishi, and Mother Teresa and he wanted to meet me. I got to meet him several years later and he thanked me for what I had done in Calcutta. He told me I brought joy back to the area. We talked about the Buddhist religion and how it was my favorite organized religion and I told him that it was Christ’s favorite religion, too. He said he always thought of Christ as a Buddhist. I explained why I found that amusing. We talked a little bit about Christ and we were both convinced that Buddhism was a branch of the tree of one God; and Christ must have been alive while the tree was still a trunk. I’m proud to say I got the Dalai Lama to laugh so hard he cried. “What’s this?” he laughed, wiping a tear from his eye. That had never happened to him before. He’s a wonderful man, I enjoyed him immensely.

AIDs One day, at an outdoor concert, a man started heckling me saying I was unclean. I had scratched my face on a branch, so I supposed he thought I had AIDs. In an effort to get away from the crazy man I ended up near the stage, but he kept coming at me. I said, “Some day I hope there will be a cure for AIDs, but there’s no cure for stupid.” Then he started yelling that I hated retarded people.

This made some people in the crowd upset. A few families there had retarded children. Now they were angry with me, too. The crowd of people who could hear this very loud, very angry man had grown and I was misquoted. I asked if I could explain myself. The people on the stage let me up on the stage and gave me a microphone. I explained the angry man didn’t want to sit near me because he thought I had AIDs. I told the people you can’t get AIDs through casual contact. I said AIDs was venereal disease and it was passed through bodily fluids. This was early on in the discovery of the disease. A little boy in Florida, who had contracted AIDs, was not allowed to go to school, people were scared. I said it’s passes like any other sexually transmitted disease. I said, “Just like you can’t get syphilis from a tractor, no matter what he tells you; and you can’t get pregnant from a toilet seat, no matter what she tells you.” I got a laugh with that. I said, “My comment to the rude man was – Some day I hope there will be a cure for AIDs, but there’s no cure for stupid.” I got a big laugh with that. I added I had no ill will toward retarded people.

By this time my family caught up with me. A man in the crowd asked if what I said was true. I said it was. He said he was going to be on a radio talk show and he wanted to use those lines because it was well-said and very funny. He asked why I thought there was so much confusion as to how AIDs was contracted. I said it may be because people don’t know what a venereal disease is, and I thought when you have a moral agenda to put forward, humor is a good way to get the message across. I said I thought because you don’t always get AIDs when you have sex with someone who is infected, and so I thought the virus had to be active in order for AIDs to pass to the other partner, but you should always use a condom, and I said that should be a big part of his talk on the radio. He said it would be.

I heard him on the talk show and he said what I said. That talk show was one in a series of things that happened to rapidly change attitudes toward AIDs. As with anything else, education is the key.

Civil Rights

I helped LBJ pass the Civil Rights Acts. (Did you ever wonder how and why a good-old-boy from Texas would pass Civil Rights legislation? To get back at the men (“sons of bitches”) in the shadows who caused the Vietnam War. Just so you know, there was a girl in the shadows fighting for what’s right. LBJ knew Kennedy relied on me for good, honest advice; and since Civil Rights was high on Kennedy’s agenda, he would ask for my help.

LBJ told me those same men killed Kennedy. He cried a little about Kennedy. He thought some people suspected he killed Kennedy, but he didn’t. LBJ really hated those “sons of bitches” and wanted them to pay, their payback was Civil Rights Legislation I got quite an education in politics and swear words those few days while LBJ called everyone in congress. He had a list of congressmen and senators and their wives names and their mistresses names and he wasn’t above using that list to get the votes he needed. I helped him think up different strategies for different people. It got to be almost fun after a while. It made Johnson laugh as he got off each call. At the end of the list we started at the beginning again because I thought we could have done better with the first few once we got our rhythm going. It worked – we got the votes we needed.

I sat next to Rosa Parks on that bus in Memphis and I wouldn’t let her get up. She was in the first row of the black section and there were no other empty seats – except next to her. I sat down, not knowing the law, and when I found out, I wouldn’t let her stand because she said her feet hurt and I knew right then that she was the one. Most of the people on the bus thought it was okay that I was sitting next to her since they assumed she was, “My Nigger.” It took several minutes and only one angry man instigated the arrest. Mrs. Parks got arrested because she “wouldn’t” get up, she said she, “Was tired of giving in.”

I had been taken to Memphis to witness the Sanitation workers murder. When they dragged Mrs. Parks off the bus a tall, white man was about to hit her with a club. I jumped in front of her and cried, “I’ll tell what happened to the garbage men,” and that stopped him. They put her in a patrol car unharmed.

I was in Memphis to see the pre-march rally, when Rosa recognized me and dragged me over to meet Dr. King. I cried on Rosa’s shoulder when I told them what happened to the sanitation workers. I told them I dipped my sneaker in blood so the cops would see the bloody footprints and they’d know the men had been killed. The people planning the march said my crying on Rosa’s shoulder might cause her problems. I said, “I’m sorry I keep getting you in trouble.” Rosa said, “Hush child, you cry all you want.” Mrs. Parks said there were men from the church already at the police station when she was brought in. She said she knew the hard part was over and that I was right, she was okay. The black people on the bus thought we had planned it, but all I know is, I knew she was the one when I sat down. I promised her I’d help her and she’d be alright. (My guardian angels were working overtime that day.)

Rosa, Dr. King and his entourage asked me to march with them. When I said, of course, then they began telling me how to react when the fire hoses are turned on, how to avoid being beaten by the cops, and how to react if dogs are used. Curling up in a ball seemed the best defense in all three scenarios. The men at the meeting assured us they would do their best to protect me and Sister Parks. Their hope was that by me walking with them, that might encourage more whites to march.

The evil people who brought me to Memphis to kill the sanitation workers, killed Dr. King and then brought me back to NJ.


Earth Day – (Boy, that one really took off, didn’t it!) On the 10th anniversary of Earth Day I got together with Robin Williams, Martin Short, and Dustin Hoffman to make a TV Special, and I believe that’s how the rest of the world got to know about it. Now there are many Earth Day specials and people around the world are rallying around the idea of leaving a cleaner world to our children’s, children’s children.

I’ve always been a proponent of clean environment, especially water. I encouraged municipalities and counties, especially in drought-stricken and desert environments, to raise the price of water when requests to cut water consumption weren’t working.

Now the biggest threat to the environment are the pharmaceutical companies that make, harmful fertilizers, and herbicides. Monsanto was created to ruin Hawaii’s environment. While GMO (genetically modified) food is not poisonous – for the most part – it is not metabolized in our bodies and causes health problems that the pharmaceutical companies will give is drugs for. Pharmaceutical companies are a bigger threat to our environment than global warming.

The rise in sea levels could be dramatically cut if we stop the use of icebreakers in the polar regions: shipping will take longer, but that’s a tiny price to pay.


I have been lobbying for Legalizing marijuana as a way to cut down on crime and arrests of innocent people. There are many medicinal uses for marijuana. I helped to get marijuana legalized in Colorado and Washington.

I had the idea for sonograms, mammograms, cat scans, microscopic surgery, laparoscopes, laparoscopic surgery, robotic surgery.

I am lobbying for safe “other ingredients” in medicine and supplements.


I talked Groucho Marx into going public with the problem his daughter was having getting into a country club she wanted to join. I was about 5 when I was working on the ‘You Bet Your Life,’ and we came up with “I wouldn’t want to join any club that would have me as a member – but my daughter does: a country club she wants to join won’t let her in because she’s Jewish. They should at least let her go into the pool up to her waist, since she’s only half Jewish.” I told him I thought when you have a just cause, humor’s the best way to get the message across. It worked, and clubs around the country began changing that exclusionary rule.

I started using the word Gay to mean homosexual. I didn’t like the names I was called when someone in my high school started a false rumor I was gay. It took a while to think of the right word, but once I started using it, it caught on quickly.

Helped legalize Gay marriage. Said to call the man ‘husband‘ and the woman the ‘wife,’ and to keep the terms ‘bride’ and ‘groom.’ I suggested instead of saying I pronounce you husband and husband just say “legally wed.” I haven’t been to a gay wedding but I think that was the best solution.

Child Abuse

I’ve been teaching people “spanking” a child isn’t necessary. I think that, that change in thinking will create fewer severely emotionally crippled individuals thereby shrinking the ability of evil to spread. Intergenerational Satanic Churches worldwide aren’t able to sustain themselves because of a lack of severely abused children. Without child abuse people are able to make decisions for themselves. Independent thinking is imperative to World Peace.

Still fighting for equal pay for women and minorities.

Still trying to get people to stop thinking of sex as dirty. The governments and religions who control sex control society. (That’s one of the many evil intents to making abortion illegal.)

Still trying to point out the inherent evil in thinking anyone is better than anyone else. Any organized religion that teaches superiority, is an obstacle to World Peace.

Hey Trump – We can’t achieve World Peace by building walls.

A Lot Has Changed among families. When Bill O’Reilly says he wants things to go back to the way they were in the 50s, he’s railing against the moral strides we’ve made. (His tax bracket would be 80% in the 50s) He hates that the things I’ve been fighting for have taken such a strong foothold that true evil is no longer acceptable. People think twice before doing evil things and so the Satanic cults are having a hard time finding and keeping recruits.

Politics is changing. And now with Trump preaching hate, it will have to change some more.

In my lifetime men have begun to think of women as almost equal. For the past 50 years I’ve been a strong proponent of equal pay for equal work, no matter what color or sex you are.

I used to hear my mother say, “She’s my child, I can do anything I want to her.” Not only are there laws now but attitudes toward hurting, shaming and sexually molesting and raping your children is widely acknowledged as something immoral.

Abortion is legal in most states. Birth control is much more accessible. Child abuse is frowned upon. It was the norm. For the past half a century parents have been attempting to raise their children without trauma, and so it becomes harder to get them to join evil narcissistic organizations as teenagers and adults. O’Reilly hates that.

Books, Movies, Entertainment TV

This deserves its own blog post. I did much more than this. I always added touches of peace and harmony to the movies I directed.

Chose Bill Cosby as the second lead in I Spy. I felt integrating shows on TV was important to the goal of tolerance.

Came up with the idea for Star Trek. Chose the Star Trek cast and wrote the episodes about race and war. (I named them and dressed them, too) I’m proud to have created the first integrated cast on TV. Developed Spock’s anti-war character, the hand sign and the salutation, “Live Long and Prosper”

The play, album, and Movie – Hair

and the movie ET;

the book and the movie Johnny Got His Gun;

Brave New World;

directed – Air America; A Few Good Men; and Good Morning Vietnam.

Co-wrote Alice’s Restaurant song and Movie.

Directed and co-wrote MASH and put together the TV show and wrote some of the TV episodes including the one where the Colonel’s plane was shot down going home.

According to George Lucas I am Yoda. All of Yoda’s words are mine, George took notes on everything I said while filming American Graffiti and he created the character Yoda to say them.

Played Scout in To Kill a Mockingbird and made sure the movie was more equal rights oriented than the book.

Music – This deserves its own blog post.

By 1969 I had named and played with so many bands it was decided to put on a weekend long Rock concert called Woodstock. New York State Throughway was so overwhelmed with traffic – it closed. Woodstock was proof that a million people could spend a weekend together, help each other and have nothing but peace, love and music. Max Yasger, whose farm we inhabited, was glad he’d lived long enough to witness such a thing. Woodstock became the gold standard for the Peace movement – it made people realize World Peace was possible.

Played with the Beatles and we went to see the Maharishi to check to see if my idea of World Peace was well-founded. (In the picture, I’m the blonde sitting next to George)The Beatles changed their music to write songs about peace.

Wrote the song Ebony and Ivory for Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson. All You Need is Love; Abraham, Martin and John; Puff the Magic Dragon; Wrote many songs about peace including Give Peace a Chance; Imagine; Do They Know It’s Christmas.

I wrote most, if not all, of the songs about Peace. Blowin’ in the Wind, Michael Row the Boat Ashore, He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands. Wrote the second verse of We Shall Overcome the day before Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was shot, while at the meeting about the march. The second verse is –

‘Deep in my heart, I still believe, that we shall overcome some day.’

I do.

The Internet
and Electronics

Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, the Wiz Kids and most people in silicon valley thought of me as the inventor of the internet. I’d like to believe the Internet still has potential. For instance, Twitter was created with evil intentions but is being used for good. I thought of the internet as a means to an end goal of World Peace, but the evil others took the reins once it was up and running. I wanted the internet to be a repository for information, a way to share knowledge.

Random things when I was very young


Electricity in homes used to cause fires. Also, there was so much more electricity could do, if they could keep it contained. I got a crash course in electricity when I was 4 or 5. Once I figured out the problem, I suggested changing the plugs. I came up with the polarized plug (One side bigger than the other on the outlet and the plug, so you knew which way to plug it in.) And the grounded plug (three pronged) and the 220 plug, and the 35 watt plug. House fires were cut back to below before electricity statistics because electric lights cut down on fires started by gas lamps and candles.

When I was a kid I came up with Smokey the Bear to prevent forest fires; and the Indian with a tear as a campaign against litter.

So – it may not seem like it to many people, including me, but when I put it all together like this, I hope you’ll agree – I’ve been busy.

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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