Sometimes the only logical answer sounds crazy

It must be the best thing for the country, right? That would be the thinking in the Political arena and the Military if you heard that Barack Obama was letting Trump win, or even helping Trump win?
Sometimes the only logical answer sounds crazy.
This post is long and convoluted but good, so please stick with it, and read it a few times. There’s lots of information in it about the state of the world. Sometimes the only logical answer sounds crazy. My forte is cutting through the lies to find the truth, and I get lied to a lot.
Do you really think Russia could monkey with our elections WITHOUT the NSA knowing? Plus that, I told them when the primaries began. The long and short of it is, Trump could not have won without the help of the NSA. The NSA was run by our Commander-In-Chief who, at the time, was Barack Obama.
Sad but true – I was getting late night break-ins in my 5th wheel over the past year and a half; orchestrated by the NSA and Moocs and President Obama. There’s always someone who wants to ask a question, and although it’s an NSA trick, the conversations are far from private. The people on the other end have included celebrities and politicians (They all read this blog, so your in good company.)
It’s unnerving, to say the least. I always get tortured and my memory gets erased in the bargain. I haven’t mentioned it until now because the whole thing is so surreal. Also, Obama had my back broken and a tracking device was put in my bowel so I can’t go anywhere.
During each meeting Barack Obama was saying very peculiar things to the people in the room with him. Barack’s personal body guards are Moocs. If there’s much more to it, and I can forgive him, then I suggest you forgive him as well; and for the record, I hope there’s much, much more to it. I was making sure Trump didn’t get elected when Obama and the NSA put a stop to that. Things in this country have gotten way out of hand, so it’s past time for me to speak up about these visits. If I hadn’t let Obama help Trump win, I would probably be dead; also, I was told there was a good reason. Well, what was the reason for this madness? Now, I’m thinking the reason is World War Three. I’m giving him this exit opportunity and praying he’ll take it.
In response to a politician who said he wanted to meet me, Barack Obama said, “You won’t after I get through with you.” Then the politician said, “What’s that mean?” Then Barack Obama said, “It’s time.” Then the politician said, “Wait, what’s happening?”
What happened was the politician was drugged and given an altered memory. And I was drugged and I had my memory erased. The torture and mind altering was sanctioned by President Obama, himself. If that doesn’t trouble you, I pity you. Most troubling is I trusted that man. My daughters thought he was the real deal. The Moocs got to him and found out he was capable of some nasty stuff. I’m sure they had to alter his brain to do it.
At the end of another meeting, Obama said he needed to get access to Adam Levine and he would do that through his daughters. Also, Barack Obama said, “We can’t let Adam Levine think what he wants. We have to tell him what to think and how to feel.” At the end of the “meeting” with Adam, I screamed because someone was coming at me with a hypodermic needle. I heard Adam scream, too, I assume for the same reason.
Barack Obama put a stop to everyone who offered to let me stay with them, saying he can’t keep me safe. That’s something God has been doing all along, and I have no doubt I’ll be under God’s protection. I’ll take this opportunity to thank Adam for waking me up. Thank you, Adam, with all my heart. People who want World Peace thank you, too.
Barack Obama said it was his idea to get naked pictures of me looking my worst. Some of them were photoshopped to make me look even worse. There are lies attached. (Please delete them and take them down.) Obama said he “had to” because he doesn’t like it when I talk about sex, he doesn’t like that people like me more than him. He doesn’t like that I swear. He doesn’t like that I walk around saying, ‘Look at me, look at me.’” I said, “That’s something I’ve never done, and would never do. I always keep a low profile.” Barack Obama said he heard I do that, and he hates it. Arizona, added his opinion because he had spent a little time with me in Arizona, and he said I wasn’t like that at all. Barack Obama said he didn’t care what Arizona said because he has people, people he trusts, who tell him that’s what I do. I asked, “Give me an example. What did I say?” Obama said he couldn’t, so I asked, “Who are these people?” and told Barack that he better watch his back because the only people who say that about me are Satanists. Barack Obama said he didn’t care, and added, “We have freedom of religion in this country.” I told him he should care because they’re the reason the world’s in the mess it’s in.
I told Barack Obama I didn’t like his plan because it sounded like it was born out of vengeance. (I was right – it was.)
Barack Obama said, “We have to let Trump win because they can’t figure out how he’s cheating.” I assured Mr. Obama, Trump was cheating. They can figure out how he’s doing it, they just have to loop me in. (I’ve published how they did it.)
No one stopped Trump from cheating to win, because Barack Obama assured everyone his plan was great.
I told Obama he wasn’t stopping anything, if he was sitting on the sidelines watching it all unfold, he was an enabler.
After our first satellite meeting Barack Obama asked his people at the end, “Do you think we fooled her?” I’ve thought about those words a lot since I remembered them.
There are probably two Barack Obamas in one body, maybe more. Satanists thrive on secrecy and schizophrenia. Electroshock, abuse, torture and drugs can split a personality. But there’s another way, that sounds so crazy you won’t believe it. Satanists, or Moocs, bank on the fact that what they do sounds crazy. There could be a second Barack Obama. It would probably be a white man who died his skin and had plastic surgery. I say this because, Barack Obama asked me what happened to the man who wrote the book, Black Like Me, and I told him I was pretty sure he died of cancer a few years after he wrote the book. I heard Barack Obama get agitated and say he “didn’t want to do this anymore.” He said so many other things about being two people that I’m 99.44% sure.
Other odd things he said over the satellite meetings were, he didn’t like doing this to Michelle. He said that in response to my telling Michelle she could tell if Barack had been brainwashed “When Barack sounds like he’s reading; followed by you saying, ‘Have you lost your mind?’ that’s how you’ll know.”
Barack Obama campaigned, saying he would close Gitmo. He got elected and said what George Bush said, “They hate us for our freedom,” Which was both totally untrue at the time, and idiotic. I asked Barack Obama about that and he said he never even went to Gitmo. I admonished him saying, “That was one of the reasons I voted for you!” I could tell the way he said it and what he said, that Moocs had gotten through to him.
So Moocs seized on the fact that people trust Barack Obama. They found they could make him say what they wanted and when they couldn’t, the other Barack Obama could.
Trump could not have won without the help of the NSA. The NSA was run by our Commander-In-Chief who, at the time, was Barack Obama.
Really, as I’ve explained before, all you need is access to the secure channel the President uses, and a voice that sounds like Barack Obama’s, and you can order anything you want, and then make it classified. Not even President Obama would know.
It must be the best thing for the country, right? That would be the thinking in the Political arena and the Military if you heard that Barack Obama was helping Trump win. But no, it sure wouldn’t.
The statement that no Republican Presidential candidate has won an election in a century, is, in fact a true statement. Who would know that better than the Moocs who made that happen.
President Trump’s statement – “What do all these people do?” was actually a really good question. Getting rid of government waste and government red tape would be a nice legacy for Mr. Trump. Moocs are firmly implanted in the White House. They like the red tape.
But, since Mooc treachery has been uncovered, they won’t be able to rig elections anymore. Moocs will infiltrate the enemy by doing what they did to Barack Obama. They can ride the winning horse.
The Republicans will have to win legitimately. They have to put forth candidates who are smart and real and who genuinely want to help this country, like Kasich. They have to have a more inclusive agenda. Republicans need a platform Americans get behind, in order to win legitimately. With Moocs abandoning the Republican ship, in a decade or two, it could be that the Republicans will become the good guys and the Democrats won’t be trusted.
In the meantime the Democrats have to reassemble and call a mis-vote. The US has to have an election redo.

Rise Up!
Think Peace!
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About the man I called Arizona, I think you have been reprogrammed – or he was killed.
I heard one of Obama’s people say, “He’s on her side. He’s of no use to us anymore.”
I don’t know if GRR is still under their control. I still wish him well.
To anyone who has been manipulated by Moocs, including President Obama, GRR, Arizona, Adam Levine, and George Lucas, I suggest saying to yourself as you go to sleep and when you wake up, “I can remember everything clearly.”
It was Barack Obama, more than anyone else, who kept us apart for the past eight years. Maybe it was the fake Obama, but someone was instructing the NSA to keep us apart.
Hey Moocs, Killing or programming good people has to stop.

About Grace Gardener

Even Tough Guys Need Help This is our government folks! Here’s my dilemma. I’m being abused by the NSA. My rights as a US citizen are nonexistent. My right to privacy is long gone. They have put a homing device and a microphone in my stomach, supposedly attached to my spine so there will be bone conduction. I have an X-ray picture of it. I was told if I take it out I will be killed. I doubt it, but still, it’s not a good feeling. If I go to the ACLU to complain, my phone call will be intercepted and my meeting will be recorded. If I confide in a friend about what’s happening to me, she’ll be killed. The NSA has brainwashed my daughters into not trusting me. They’ve been working on torturing them every week for the past 15 years. When I left in my RV they loved and trusted me, but now that I haven’t seen them in so long that now they’re afraid of me. When I was there, living with or near them, even though they were being tortured to hate me (that’s true), once they saw me again they were fine. But I can’t even call them. I know most of my calls are diverted, and I know when they try to answer, that’s diverted, too. But I don’t try hard and I can’t talk to them about anything meaningful because I know they’ll be tortured for many hours. And then they’ll be tortured, drugged and electrocuted to forget and when I talk to them again they’ll say, “It never happened.” NSA Agents are doing the same thing to George Lucas. I was told no one really wants to hurt George, but they “have to.” But they think he’s a nice guy so they feel badly about it. Well that’s something, I guess. But the Government and other cults should not have round-the-clock accessibility to agents who are trained killers and have had their free will taken away through torture and electroshock. The best agents have had their personality split, so one personality takes over to carry out “orders” while the original personality watches helplessly. There’s a better way to run the military, and I was about to get through to put forth my ideas when the order came through to kill the three Generals who wanted to listen to me: and to kill six special agents who had been listening to me. I listen to these guys and I wonder if they have any feelings at all? I know they do even though they’re not “allowed to.” They’re not “allowed to” complain, either, under fear of death. If they try to retire, they’re not de-programmed, they are killed! I watched the Clint Eastwood movie American Sniper about Chris Kyle and I’m sure I commented on it a lot, but my readership has grown significantly and I know I’m monitored and it’s the guys doing the monitoring, who I’m trying to help. Even tough guys need a little help sometimes. I wonder if the death of Cris Kyle, played by Bradley Cooper, was planned the way it was to get me to say something about it. Everyone in the NSA knows what happened. Chris was killed because he got out. Tragically, Chris seemed to be capable of healing himself with the help of his family and still he was murdered. The man who murdered him was under orders. True! I have many, many confirmations on that statement. The judge sentenced Eddie Ray Routh, Chris’s murderer, to life in prison without parole. The movie writeup says - “U.S. Navy SEAL Chris Kyle (Bradley Cooper) takes his sole mission -- protect his comrades -- to heart and becomes one of the most lethal snipers in American history. His pinpoint accuracy not only saves countless lives.” Back to my dilemma, I can’t get in touch with anyone for fear they will be tortured or killed. You think, “I thought the US didn’t torture?” Well we do. My daughters and I are born and raised here. We are good people, we’re exceptionally good people and the NSA has a HUGE problem with that. The people who give the orders want war and we want peace, and they’re making us the bad guys? The only emails that get through to me are business and junk. Supposedly I get comments on my website that don’t come through, and I have to wonder if our military goes around killing anyone who tries to contact me? My phone rings all the time but not here. This was true when I was in NJ, too. Nobody got through to me. The call is sent elsewhere and other people pick it up pretending to be me and the women pretending to be me are nasty bitches. If I call someone and straighten something out, I find out later that the conversation never happened, I was really talking to someone in the NSA, and I have to get back to square one. Most times things are so impossible, I give up. I escaped my ex-husbands satanic cult only to find myself embroiled in the government’s cult. A much thicker, stickier web. They have kept my money from me so I can’t even get an apartment. That’s stealing, but they’re the military so nothing is illegal, not murder or theft. I feel if I call someone for help he or she will be killed or badly hurt. Just being my friend or talking to me can get you sick with cancer or dead. I think people who I have helped, or who have asked to help me, need to go to the press to tell them what a pickle I’m in . There are many people who have offered to help me over the years. Many have been killed. I don’t understand how a kid in a uniform can break into Steve Jobs’ house and inject his brain with liquid smoke, or some other carcinogen: and if he questions those orders his buddy will be told to kill him. They have to kill each other all the time. It’s so f_ked up I can’t stand it. Neither can the Agents. They don’t realize that “under orders” is meaningless. If they’re caught they’ll be tried for murder. Steve Jobs was a great man. No one, no politician, and no officer, has the right to murder any citizen, especially one who makes this country proud. If you know someone in the NSA it’s your responsibility to let your congressman know what this country is doing to him. They’re being treated barbarically. If you know my daughters please call them to lend an ear, because their memories are being erased in an attempt to make them cold and heartless and they’re suffering. Their memories are being erased and replaced with more horrible lies, and their ability to reason is gone. They used to be the smartest women on the planet. If you know George Lucas do the same. The man we were both speaking with, who George considers a friend, ordered some horrific things done to George. They are trying to change his personality so he won’t like me, or so I won’t like him, like that could ever happen, but in the meantime his health and his mind will be suffering. Listening to him will be helpful. He also has a homing device and a microphone planted in him. His whole house is wired because he knows me. If you’re a parent whose kid wants to join special forces let him know what he’ll be joining. I had someone with me get killed because he couldn’t kill his friend. I’m serious. Watch the Manchurian Candidate, especially the part where people are being murdered, but the men see themselves at a flower show. That’s what it’s like. A Clock Work Orange shows how it’s done. And Mel Gibson’s Conspiracy Theory shows the aftermath. NSA guys read my books and my blog because I may be the only friend you’ve got. I’d love to be able to take suggestions. I know I have to get all lawyered up, I’d like to sue the government for defamation of character and theft. That’s something I used to be able to do, but I’m powerless now. What you can do. God changed my name to Grace. I changed it legally in 2007. My slave name was Lynn. I was born Lynn Pezzutti, then I married Jay McDermott and I became Lynn McDermott, then I married Peter Mickelsen (now deceased) and became Lynn Mickelsen. Most of my friends in the entertainment industry think I’m Lynn Mickelsen. So now I’m Grace Gardener, and while I’m not a slave, I’m a prisoner of the state. If you’re a lawyer, see if you can get something going. I was thinking Amal Clooney could be very helpful. If you know someone in the ACLU ask them to read this blog. If you’re in my family, Doherty, Murray, Sullivan or Kelly and remember me from my Anti-War days and establishing Earth Day maybe there’s something you want to do. Let the NY Times know I’d like this published as a letter to the Editor. Publish first, contact later. Send a copy or link to your News. Good Luck, God Bless you. Rise Up! Think Peace. THE NSA AND THE MOOCS WON'T LET ANYONE GET THROUGH TO ME. THEY MAY EVEN HURT YOU IF YOU TRY. See the pages in the tabs of this blog, Grace Gardener, and, A Little About Lynn Mickelsen. If you know me and I don't get back to you, then the email was intercepted. Never talk to anyone claiming to be me without asking questions to be sure. All site posts beginning 4/1/16 will be on Grace-Gardener.org. I’m not doing this for attention. I have 107 broken bones, zero disks in my back, and I’m exhausted. I need to get through to the people who knew me for credibility: but the NSA blocks my every move. I have to have the same acknowledgement and respect for my judgement I had while I was a ghost director in Hollywood and when I was CEO of the Rand Corp. Rand has been able to keep my work anonymous and credited to other people so they can collect my pay and residuals. They figured as long as they’re erasing my memory, and taking credit for my inventions, music, acting and directing; they may as well keep the money I earned. Also, the money would be proof that I did the work, so they’ve kept me poor all of my life. The reason the conspirators made plans in front of me was because they were assured I would “Never Remember” them, their visit and the things they planned. They talked in a kind of code that I have since figured out. I would have turned them in after the meeting had I been allowed to remember. I have to operate the way I do to keep away from my captors. GRR taught me most of the tactics I use. (Now he won’t help because his memory of me is implanted.) I know it angers some corrupt NSA Officers, but it’s a fact that I was a prisoner and slave at the Rand Corporation, and the NSA helped and still helps to keep me that way. I have to make evasive maneuvers to keep me, my daughters, this country and the world safe. Meanwhile I have no where to turn. I still feel like a candle in the wind. https://youtu.be/uw6CIxD1pHo My name was Lynn Mickelsen while I was a prisoner in a blue house and slave of a “club” based in northern New Jersey. If you know me PLEASE DON'T TRY TO CONTACT ME THROUGH THE RAND CORPORATION OR ANY OF MY FORMER EMPLOYERS OR ANY CONTACT FROM MORE THAN 9 YEARS AGO. People who tried doing this are being killed. Some people know the cult know it with a name similar to The Builder Berg Society or the Skull and Dagger Society. There's a HUGE bounty on my head that the cult I escaped from has no intention of paying. The plan is to have me killed and then to kill the person trying to collect the bounty. I thought up the plan and the amount because I thought it was going to be the plot in a movie. I told the people who wanted the plan, "This is one movie no one will want to see." In short, anyone who kills me will be killed within 24 hours and will never see a dime. Now I'm RVing but I’m still a prisoner in that I can't get in touch with anyone, and no one can get in touch with me, except in person. I found out about the other life I’d been living during a grueling five-hour conversation I detail in my Book, ‘the Conversation’ The reason I knew nothing about my own life was because I suffered selective amnesia - induced by the cult that owned me - with drugs, torture and electricity. 'The Conversation' is available in paperback at Blurb.com. The ebook is free. I worked nights and weekends naming products, bands and internet services, or anything else the "club" wanted me to do. I would wake up in the morning and remember nothing about the work and meetings, and I never received ANY money. I could only remember my 9 - 5 job at a bank. I’ve written the eBook, ‘Garden of the Light,’ as a lighter, inspirational compliment to the eBooks – ‘the Conversation,’ and, 'the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen’ which are intended to shed new, totally different light on the current world situation and change the world for the better. Apocalypse is a Greek word meaning, ‘the Revealing of Ancient Knowledge.’ I consider the book, ‘the Conversation,’ as Apocalypse because it reveals the ancient knowledge. We'll have World Peace once we abolish child abuse. My view of Apocalypse has no battle, no war, no army. I believe the knowledge in ‘the Conversation’ is enough to save the world. The blog grace-gardener.org lists just some of the accomplishments I achieved as a slave, to let everyone I've helped over the past sixty years, who I am. I will finally claim my life! https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/380321 If you’re a George Lucas fan you may remember some of these strange stories that involve him. I met George on the set of American Graffiti; we got engaged when the movie wrapped. I was taken away and George was told I was dead. Five years later I was hired to figure out how to make Luke Skywalker’s farm vehicle fly. The people who handled me (owned me) forgot that I had worked for this director once before on American Graffiti and they told him I was dead. I arrived and solved Lucas’s problem for him and he tearfully remembered me and told me what had happened five years before. I stayed on the set of Star Wars long enough to name the Star Wars characters and solve another animatronics problem with Chewy’s costume. I was told it was time to leave and started to follow my jailers the way I had been programmed to, when George asked, “When will I see you again?” I began to say, “Oh, you’ll see me again,” but I realized I wasn’t certain of that because once before, when we got engaged, I never saw him again. So I turned around and started walking back toward Lucas and I asked, “How about now? Can I stay with you now? Because I don’t know when I’ll be able to see you again.” George thought a second and agreed that I should stay. As I was walking back to him I saw his expression change and looked over my shoulder to see the man I had been following holding a gun on me. I kept walking because now I was sure that the story Lucas had told me about what happened five years ago, was going to happen again and I couldn’t allow that. Someone had obviously been playing with my life, and I couldn’t have that, so I kept walking toward Lucas and away from the man with the gun. Lucas’s expression changed again, this time his face was filled with fear and horror. I turned around and now there were three men holding guns on George Lucas. There was only about 20 feet of desert between us but I had to go with them in order to save Lucas’s life. So, if you’re a fan of George Lucas you may remember someone being stolen off the Star Wars set at gunpoint. That was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Academy Awards. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later I was abducted and stolen from the Elton John’s post Oscar Party that benefits his AIDs foundation. You may remember that incident - that was me. Years later Harrison Ford and George Lucas devised a plan to steal me off of the set of The Fugitive. This time I was shot with a coma drug. They used a hypodermic needle that went through my coat and slacks and into my thigh. Two bogus ambulance men came in a stolen ambulance and took me away. The only other time I saw George face to face was during the making of Howard the Duck. George Lucas and Steven Spielberg made that ridiculous movie to try to rescue me again, in case you were wondering why they made that movie. I was supposed to see Lucas again on a set of Indiana Jones but this time it was George who was drugged and abducted. This makes 8 times George Lucas tried to rescue me. I’ve spoken with Lucas on the phone only a few times over the past 40 years, and those phone calls and the conversations we had while shooting American Graffiti, are what makes up Yoda’s philosophies and Star Wars 7 – the Force Awakens. The reason the people who owned me don’t allow George and I to get together is because they don’t want World Peace. War makes them rich. The greed of a handful of people keep the word in the turmoil it’s in. The people in the entertainment industry know me as the woman with no memory and no name. If you want to know more about me, check out my blog www.grace-gardener.org; or read my free ebooks the Truth about Lynn Mickelsen, and, the Conversation. I‘m still trying to walk those 20 feet.
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