Donald Jr. Emails

I’ve been waiting for a Trump child to tell the truth about their father. (Wrong pronoun I know. Get over it.) Trump’s first introductory talk he gave me (that included the date and rape 50 years ago) was a short history of his life. The history he laid out is in this blog if you wish to read it. Trump talked ad-nauseam about his abuse under the total control of his mother for the first 30 years of his life, and the abuse he heaped on his children, including teaching his children to be sex gods. Trump’s mother sexually abused him and he sexually abused his children, which is the classic pattern of pedophiles. The torture the Donald was subjected to as discipline was what his children were subjected to.
I watch and wonder when those children will stop backing their father? I think Trump, himself, wouldn’t have backed his mother at their ages.I know the Donald’s mother told him he was retarded on a continuing basis. She told him so often he believed it, and that is the tragedy of the Trump legacy. I am certain that Donald Jr. was similarly abused; and Eric OMG. The press and comedians abused Eric and Donald Jr. with their jokes. (Everyone always assumes if you’re rich you had a good life.) I was hoping there would be a tipping point for Donald Jr.. Every time I saw a picture or video of Eric or Donald Jr. I prayed for them. I was abused as a child, and so are we all, but, at times, I had other people to turn to and I had God. The way Trump and his children were abused was a very lonely and prison-like abuse.
Somewhere along the line, Donald Jr. realized he had the power to expose his father and he has enough good in him to want to do the right thing for the world. If Don Jr. is the only one who hangs for this, then the world will suffer.
The other child to watch is Eric. I believe Eric is a character like Claudius. Claudius survived the ancient Rome Rulers due to a speech impediment that made him unlikely to become a Caesar. Eric could be able to fill in a lot of blanks because he was a fly on the wall.
The last is his daughter Ivanka. She may not be moral enough to call out her father, but she showed some humanity with the Syrian chemical attack. The Donald told me he wanted Ivanka to marry Jarred Kushner because he was as ruthless as Trump was. Jarred showed the Donald that his mother was wrong about the Jews. Jarred, too, saw the advantage of using murder as a business tool.
In January the Donald asked me to come and be his chief advisor and live in the White House. I said I couldn’t work for him, and added I couldn’t work for someone who raped me. I told him to quit and said he was in over his head. That was my advice.
Trump’s children know who Trump is, and his goal as President was to become “The richest man in the world.” They know daddy had no intention of keeping his campaign promises. Perhaps there’s enough good in them to come clean about what they know about their father.
Trump is like a venomous snake. His children and others will have to work quickly. You can’t take off pieces of him, he’ll just grow another tail.
Rise Up!
Think Peace!
PS – I would love to hear Kellyanne’s story. She has a life story that would help others. She should come clean about her part in fixing the Trump vote in exchange for amnesty. She should be aware she will be killed anyway, so she might as well go down swinging. Her name is on Trump’s hit list for 2021; and I won’t be there to save her then. I hear she has a family and children now, which should be of some consern to her. Conway’s the one who could stop WW3.

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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