I Left out A Few Things on the Last Post.

The following should be under World Peace.

Nearly forty years ago I negotiated a lasting Peace in Northern Ireland.

About 55 years ago I figured out a solution to end to the Bay of Pigs Missile crisis in Cuba without getting the US into a war with Russia.

Also, Hands Across America was my idea and I helped with the logistics.

Understanding my book ‘the Conversation’ will go a long way toward World Peace.

My book, ‘Confusion turned to Chaos‘ will help with tolerance and acceptance. Both are available at Smashwords.com or BN.com and in print at Blurb.com.

Under Movies – I’ve been in and directed many movies; but for purposes of making the world a better place, under the heading Movies, you can add Scent of a Woman, a movie about a blind, retired Marine Captain. I believe the only good war movie is an antiwar movie. When I got to the set the first day of Scent of a Woman there was a Marine General there who was supposed to assist me with any questions. He would not. He wouldn’t answer any questions asked by a woman. I asked if it a were true that the Marines have secret words and he would not even acknowledge that. I said it doesn’t matter, I know they do, and Al and I made up the word Boo Ya, which may have morphed into Who Ya, I’m not sure. I asked just a few more questions about the Marines to get things straight for the movie, because I’m a stickler. I was a little upset with the General since he was no help. So I dismissed him. I knew the answers to my questions by his lack of cooperation and I figured if anything else came up I would just wing it. What I didn’t know, and found out much later, was that the General put a hit out on me because he thought I was insubordinate, even though I was not in the Military. What a baby. I think the order for my execution was stifled by Dick Cheney. I don’t think the military should be allowed to go and kill anyone they want because someone got pissed off.

I directed – A Few Good Men; and Good Morning Vietnam , and I co-directed Air America. I got death threats a few times while doing A Few Good Men and Air America. But again, someone, possibly John Alexander or Dick Cheney may have intervened on my behalf.

I asked the Army for footage for the movie Good Morning Vietnam that I wanted to play while there was music playing to make it seem as though we were in Vietnam. The Army was there every step of the way overseeing what we were doing but someone in the military got me footage of some execution that happened in the town. The soldiers I was working with desperately wanted me to put something war-related in the movie even though the military disapproved. What I did was played this song What A Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong and I put the footage in around the second minute of the song so it would be overlooked by the military when they scrutinized the movie. It worked, and the footage stayed in, it was probably only two or three seconds, but very meaningful to the men who served in Vietnam. I heard over and over that Good Morning Vietnam was the truest war movie they had seen. I was glad to have been able to honor our troops like that.

I say this because I hear all the time how we have this great country and freedom of speech and other countries wouldn’t allow movies like that to be made. Everyone was scared who made A Few Good Men and we hired extra security. I felt it was important to make that movie and John Alexander thanked me and told me that of course the word for what they were doing was not Code Red, but that practice of having troops discipline each other ended with that movie and he was grateful for that.

Mel couldn’t hire extra security for Air America but we all were very, very vigilant and from time to time we pointed out things that were amiss to our security and when they went to investigate, sure enough, there was a plot against us in the works.

So, while it’s nice that we have a country where we can make movies like that, it’s all not peaches and cream, and we took our lives in our hands while making them.

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 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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