These are things the Donald, himself, told me.

My predicament. Why I can’t get free. Moocs and their followers have no way understanding reality because they were “taught” this is the way to think, they weren’t taught to think. In fact thinking got them in trouble, so they can’t be reasoned with. They live in an alternate reality.
The work I do keeps the world safer.
This is a long and winding informative flick. About 38 minutes. I suggest going off line to watch it as soon as you see the white line is all the way across the bottom, so your not online the whole time. (That’s a online safety good tip) I’m tired and on pain killers and in pain, but I manage. It picks up toward the end.
These are things the Donald, himself, told me.
I’ve been vetted by US Intelligence and the US Military for 50 years, so they know, for a fact, I don’t lie – except to save someone’s life. I’m telling the truth even though it means risking my life, because this knowledge could save many soldiers’ lives and the lives of many working Americans.
Trump thinks the press is lying because they contradict what his mother taught him. Trump lives in an alternate reality. Trump told me in 2003 that his mother learned a lot about being president from Nixon. She learned how far you can push the law without breaking it. “A President can do anything he wants. Everything is legal when your President, and if it’s not, you can’t be punished for it,” he told me. I said maybe not but you can be impeached. “That’s okay,” he told me, “I’ll probably make enough in the first 100 days to get myself in the black again. And then I’ll have you killed, then everyone will know I’m a god.”
Trump talked to people from Russia about killing me. I’m the classified person they talked about.
He’s right, you can’t be punished for things you did while President.
Trump said he couldn’t show his tax returns because it would show he owes much more than he’s worth.”
Trump declares bankruptcy so he doesn’t have to pay back his loans, but that means he doesn’t own his properties. Since he won the Presidency in 2016 that has turned around for him. He was going to charge for his cabinet positions – and he did. The Posts went to the highest bidder, some fetched as much as 2 billion. I believe some of the positions changed hands a few times because the person getting the job didn’t pay the agreed-upon price.
The US military protects the country, but a few troops are used to undermine our democracy and they aren’t allowed to say anything about it because they’ll be killed. They’re told to vote Republican, which is illegal. They’re told to rig elections in favor of Republicans, which is illegal, and the Politicians who order the rigged elections are traitors and are committing treason. THIS IS NOT WHY THESE YOUNG PEOPLE JOINED THE MILITARY!! They are told that I have to die because I stand for Peace. They are told campaigning for peace is a crime, when STOPPING FREE SPEACH is the real crime. The USA needs free speech to keep the political system honest. Pray Trump doesn’t get his wish.
Trump told me 50 years ago, his mother kept him home alone inside with her for 27 years. She told the authorities he didn’t need to go to school because he was retarded. She didn’t teach him the address of where he lived, he didn’t even know the place name, so if he should try to leave the house alone, he wouldn’t be able to get back. Trump told me in 2003 that everything else, the father, the brother and the business were fictional, made up by his mother and a novelist they hired, because his mother thought some people may not like that they got rich with Nazi treasure. Do you think?
The brother was a real person – a fellow investor. Trump had him killed with cancer because his “brother” was a better businessman than he was, and started making more money. True.
Eva taught him how to do his hair and how to hold his face and how to yank someone off balance as a way of shaking hands. She told him he doesn’t need to be able to read, write, know history or vocabulary. He learned no Geography, math, social skills or anything children learned in school. He said that looking Presidential was all he needed to know about being President.
He didn’t realize what he told me in 1967 was insane. He said he didn’t know how old he was.
He was told to tell people that he was home-schooled, but there was no school involved. He was a proud illiterate who lived indoors at home in NYC with his mother. He wasn’t allowed to have friends. Since his belief system was never questioned, he doesn’t realize there is anything odd about him. He wasn’t allowed outside alone until he was 27, and when he told me how strange it was to be outside without his mother, he had no idea why I gasped. I’m pretty sure he said he had never been outside at night, even with his mother. I must have been the first girl he dated, I was 15 and he was 27 or 30, he didn’t know, and he didn’t realize that was a bit strange. Trump told me later that the next 12 girls he dated, he drugged and raped and then killed as training to be President. So, I think I must have been the first girl he dated, since he raped but didn’t kill me. I escaped without letting the Donald know my address, so that may have helped. I believe he was bragging when he told me about the other 12 girls. “At first I hated doing it,” he said, “But mother said I had to, so I had to.” Remember, he began dating when he was close to 30. I am 64 now and he’s, let’s say, 14 years older than me, so he’s at least 78, that’s why he looks so old.
The Donald lives by a code of ethics his Nazi mother instilled in him. Trump believes he is a god, and his mother is/was a god, but he doesn’t realize most people find his demeanor offensive, and most people don’t believe in human gods. I know he believes the Press should have realized his status as a deity by now, they should respect that. He can’t understand what’s happening because he can’t and won’t admit his mother was wrong. I told him at our consult in 2003 that if he wanted to be President he should probably stop telling people he was a god. He responded that was one of the main reasons he killed people, because they laughed when he told them he was a god. “You mean, if I hadn’t told them I was a god, I might not have had to kill them?” He said he paid an average of 12 Million a year to the police to cover up his murders. These are the things the NSA suppressed during the primaries and the general election so Trump would get elected. And I’m the crazy one?
These are things the Donald, himself, told me.
I’ve been vetted by US Intelligence and the US Military for 50 years, so they know, for a fact, I don’t lie – except to save someone’s life. I’m telling the truth even though it means risking my life, because this knowledge could save many soldiers’ lives and the lives of many working Americans.
By keeping me a prisoner, the Military and the NSA are making the world a Dictatorship of Moocs, so I can’t reason with them. I think I could get through to the Agents, but they aren’t allowed to read anything written by me. You can’t keep people from learning. Even people in the Military have free will. God bless you and keep you, good men and women of the Military.
Think Peace!

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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