My early days

Throughout my life there have been two lives that I have lived, one by day and the other by night. This is true of all people within our Family. By day we live our lives much as we would appear. We hold jobs, own businesses and hold government offices. By night our attention is turned to the fulfillment of the great plan. That is the separation point between the mundane world of appearances and the world of the Order. It physically hurts me to even write these words but it is stated again and again from as early as I can remember “Don't talk about day at night.”

Allow me to start at the beginning.

Since my earliest years I've known that I was part of something special. To speak of my family and say that we were “privileged” would be an understatement. Our freedom to travel the world made me feel as if I were a part of the elite. It was common place to be told we are going to Germany or Spain or the Vatican and within a day be on the plane. There were always two events to be attended; one for the day and the other the night.

Regardless of the situation it was reinforced on me that I was special. I was reminded that I would one day play a special part in our great Family. Everyone who was considered so “special” was given a constant barrage of tests, evaluations and training. As children these tests appeared mostly as games. The test givers were doctors, specialists and nannies that were given the dual task of teaching and training me. Very quickly the games became more urgent and doing well became almost mandatory. They had tested the limits of my ability and forced me to perform up to those limits and beyond. My successes were rewarded lavishly and the punishments for failing seemed without limit.

Where I learned first to excel was in memorization. At first I was taught a simple mnemonic system but within a short time I was given long and random words that I would repeat back in detail. Sometimes days would pass before I was prompted to repeat back what I'd memorized. I learned very quickly that every time a teacher said “I want to show you something important” that a part of me should awaken and learn and not forget.

Other trainings were done in groups with children of the same age. Many of these were physical fitness or martial arts trainings. Often we would gather standing at attention, not knowing what to anticipate. The instructors would demonstrate to us what to do and ask us to imagine doing it. Then we would begin that drill ourselves. We learned quickly the patience of the instructors always had its limit. Perhaps one or two mistakes were allowed but if a child needed repeated correction they would be severely punished. At those moments the instructor nod to a man or woman, usually wearing all black, and step aside. The “punishers” in black would usually take the child to the front of the group and beat them. Martial arts training usually delivered the most painful discipline. When the discipline ended the instructor would often rush in to briefly comfort the child, give him encouragement and guiding him back to his place. Seldom would more than one student need such punishment.

As I began my training as a programmer I learned that this method of instruction helped to bond the child to the instructor and make them want to do well. Indeed, to this day, I remember fondly my instructors. There are also memories of those dark and faceless figures that always seemed to loom in corners. Sometimes I remember the smile on their faces as they administered their beatings.

It has been my fortune to have worked with a few of the punishers who had abused me. Under my guidance their programming sessions with me were very prolonged and provided me with great satisfaction to see them writhe and hear their screams. The last part of their programming was a series of electro shocks to the brain that left them catatonic and incontinent and removed most of their memories. They were left for others to train and reeducation. I was left with the ultimate satisfaction.

More to come ....