All the assassins in the cryptocracy's army of hit men are
not, by any means, programmed. There are other ways besides
mind control to motivate the commission of murder.
In 1298 Marco Polo returned from his Asiatic travels
with a tale of assassins who were motivated by an unusually
clever technique. Polo described a fortress he had
visited in the valley of Alamut in Persia. He said the valley
was the headquarters of a notorious group known as the
Ashishin, from which the word "assassin" evolved.
Polo's story echoed numerous legends about an "Old
Man of the Mountain," named Allahudin, who used subtle
and elaborate psychological tricks to motivate simple country
boys to undertake fearless acts of murder. The Old Man
had created an inescapable valley between two mountains
by building up high walls at both ends. He turned the valley
into a beautiful garden, the largest and most beautiful
that had ever been seen. In this valley he planted every
kind of fruit tree and built several elaborate, ornamented pavilions
and palaces which were said to be of such elegance
they could not be described in words. Everything that
could be, was covered with gold. The buildings housed the
most exquisite collection of paintings and sculpture in the
known world. Man-made streams flowed wine, milk,
honey, and water.
Also in the Old Man's garden was a harem of the most
beautiful houris in the world, trained to play all manner of
instruments, and to sing and dance in the most sensuous
and seductive manner. All had also been highly trained in the fine art of lovemaking, and were reputed to know every
possible way in which to make a man happy.
The garden was well fortified, and there was no way to
get in or out of it except through the Old Man's castle.
None were allowed to enter the Old Man's Garden except
those who had been selected to be among the Ashishin.
Youths from the countryside were attracted to the Old
Man's court, lured by tales of the fantastic paradise. They
believed that the Old Man was one of God's elect, and that
angels did his bidding. Only those ranging in age from
twelve to twenty years who displayed a taste for soldering
and were in prime physical condition were admitted to the
Ashishin.
The Old Man's garden duplicated every detail of Paradise
as described in the Koran by the Prophet Mohammed.
A young man selected for the Ashishin would soon come to
believe in the Old Man just as he already believed in Mohammed.
After the proper indoctrination was completed, the Old
Man would have his candidate drugged with a mysterious
potion that would cast him into a deep sleep. Once asleep,
the candidate would be lifted and carried into the garden
and would wake up to find himself in a place he was certain
must be Paradise.
As time went on, he'd become more and more convinced
that he was in Paradise. Ladies offered everything a young
man could want, beyond even the wildest expectations of
these simple folk. After only a few days in this garden, no
young country boy would have left of his own accord.
When the Old Man wanted to send one of his young
Ashishin on a mission, he would again have him given the
mysterious potion, and carried in his sleep from the garden
to the castle. There the youth would be dressed in his old
clothes and placed into the original position in which he'd
fallen asleep before being taken into the Garden.
Upon awakening to "reality" he would experience a
great sense of loss at finding that he was no longer in Paradise.
Then, as if meeting this young man for the first time,
the Old Man would ask him where he had come from.
Usually the youth would reply that he had just come from
Paradise, and in great excitement explain that it was exactly
as Mohammed had described it in the Koran. This
would, of course, give eavesdroppers an even greater desire to get there, and the strongest among them would, days
later, wake up in the arms of the houris of paradise.
When the Old Man wanted a rival prince killed, he
would command such a youth who'd just returned from
Paradise, "Go thou and slay So-and-so; and when thou returnest
my angels shall bear thee back into Paradise. But
shouldst thou die in the process, nevertheless, even so will I
send my angels to carry thee back into Paradise."
With this psychological ruse the Old Man would motivate
youths to transcend the fear of death. Usually there
was no order that a young Ashishin would not obey, no
peril he would not risk, so great was his desire to get back
to Paradise.
In this manner the Old Man got his Ashishin to murder
anyone he named. He inspired such dread in the princes of
other kingdoms that they offered tribute to him in order
that they might live in peace.
Marco Polo's story of early mind control has elements
which bear a striking similarity to today's modern Ashishin
of the cryptocracy.
In the 1950s the CIA smuggled a captive Soviet Air
Force officer to the United States for interrogation. He was
taken from a West Berlin prison to the CIA's Langley, Virginia,
"farm" where he was interrogated at length. Once
he'd begun to fear for his life, the CIA men showed him
clemency. They took him to New York, where he attended
a baseball game, and enjoyed a full sampling of the nectar
of freedom. He was plied with wine, women, song, and, in
the true American tradition, hot dogs.
After a few weeks of high living, the officer was returned
to the West Berlin prison, where he was thrown into a dark
cell. At an opportune moment he was allowed to escape.
After the CIA had established that he was back at his post,
flying the kind of aircraft they needed, they placed an ad in
a Western paper which was circulated in the underground
behind the Iron Curtain. The ad said that a certain group,
not identified with the CIA, would pay $100,000 and arrange
for political asylum for any pilot who would deliver
the specified Soviet aircraft to the West.
A few days after reading the ad, the Soviet officer flew
his plane to the West, collected his $100,000, gained political
asylum, and entered the "paradise" he had glimpsed for
only two weeks.  It should come as no surprise that many men will murder
for simple, old-fashioned motives: sex, love, or money.
One psychologist found that a sizable percentage of Americans
would be willing to kill another human being if they
were offered enough money and assured they would never
be caught.
In 1976 a Pasadena, California, psychologist, Dr. Paul
Cameron, put the murder-for-pay question to 452 persons.
Those questioned were divided into two groups. The first
group included those who had already deliberately killed or
attempted to kill another human being—usually in military
service. The second group consisted of those who had
never attempted to kill another person.
The question was: "What is the least amount of money
you would take to push a button to kill a person inside a
black box—if no one would ever know what you did?"
To Cameron's surprise, 45 percent of those who had
killed before said they would be willing to push the black
box button for an average price of only $20,000. Twentyfive
percent of those who'd never killed said they'd be willing
to commit murder for an average price of $50,000,
about the price of a house in the suburbs.
Mind control is not needed to motivate assassins; it is,
however, most useful to protect assassins and their employers
from their own incriminating memories.
In the course of researching this book I talked with a
number of retired intelligence personnel (from various government
agencies) who had either committed assassination
or admitted having heard tales of assassins in their work.
Few had heard of an assassin being mind-controlled. One
man I consulted, however, took a special interest in the
stories of David and Castillo. A chemist who had worked
for one of the intelligence research labs, he developed new
ways for killing quickly and quietly. And he had met several
of the killers who were to use his formulas.
Over a three-year period I talked with this chemist on a
number of occasions. He came to trust that I would reveal
no names and endanger no lives in telling the story of mind
control. After hearing details of my research, he offered to
introduce me to a man he had met while working at the
lab. This man had been a high-ranking officer in the military,
retired after thirty years of service. He had served as an officer in World War II and Korea. During the Vietnam
conflict because of his special knowledge of "black science,"
he was induced to sign on after he retired from military
service as a private contractor for the cryptocracy.
During the next eighteen years, he accepted several simple
assassination jobs. He told the chemist about some of his
friends having come back from similar missions with "holes
in their memories."
The chemist had arranged a meeting in a noisy public
restaurant in a small New Mexico town. Having promised
to take no notes, I had secreted in my pocket the smallest
tape recorder made, which allowed me to record three
hours of the assassin's talk, amid clanking glasses and the
general restaurant noise.
When I finally sat across from him, my heart raced. The
retired assassin was a sixty-year-old man, gray-haired, but
as strong as a man twenty-five years his junior. He had a
.357 magnum revolver strapped to his side, as did the man
he introduced as his bodyguard. As a cover for the guns, he
and the bodyguard both wore National Rifle Association
patches sewn prominently to the pockets of their crisply
pressed khaki clothes.
The chemist had already informed his friend about the
book I was researching. As we sat down and were introduced
by first names only, I told the assassin I was especially
interested in finding out why men had been returned
to civilian life with amnesia.
I mentioned the ad I had placed and the number of men
who had responded. I mentioned also that the majority of
those who responded, and who had reason to believe their
minds had been tampered with, had been enlisted men.
Career officers, he explained, were legally bound by security
oaths and economically dependent upon pensions
and the privileges of rank, but enlisted men, while perhaps
bound by an oath, were likely to separate from the service
knowing more than they needed to know. Somebody had to
man the high-technology instruments of war and those who
were merely computer fodder had to be protected against
their knowledge—they could not be trusted. Patriotism, especially
during the Vietnam era, was a waning motivation.
Their memories had to be erased. But, he explained, mind
control was not needed to make a killer. Professionals
didn't usually need to be motivated. Most members of search-and-destroy or "executive action" teams were already
willing to kill—men, women, or children—if their
superiors ordered it.
I concluded that he meant a career killer didn't need to
be debriefed by mind control. When I said that, he contradicted
me. "You want to bet?" he said. "They'd all kill, but
they might not be able to keep the secret. It would depend
entirely upon what activities they were involved in,
whether the assignment was combat, mop-up, search-anddestroy,
political assassination, or whatever . . .
"This debriefing is done in such a way, in many cases, as
to cause actual memory damage. As things have gone along
and progressed, the techniques have been smoothed out,
but memory damage still occurs. In certain cases memory
recall is so critical that they bend over backwards to be
damned sure that you can't remember.
"Many of the things that occur are not as pretty as you'd
like the public to think," he said.
"So you've witnessed many atrocities of war?" I asked.
"I don't call them atrocities," he countered. "I call them
military actions. There's a lot of conflict of interest there—
the politicians against the military . . . "
I let him rail a while about the evils of the government
and then brought him back to my point of interest. "OK,
who killed JFK, RFK, King, and who was behind Bremer?"
I asked. He didn't remember who Bremer was, so I
explained that he was the man who'd shot Wallace.
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Bremer was just a kook. Wallace
was shot just by a kook. But whoever got the Kennedys
and King probably got a gold medal.
"We were set up to wipe Castro out. Kennedy interfered
at the last minute. You want to take a guess at who killed
him? . . . Oswald was just a patsy. I've fired the same
kind of rifle Oswald was supposed to have used. You can't
rapid-fire that thing like he was supposed to have done.
Now who do you suppose killed Kennedy?
". . . Don't kid yourself. This country is controlled by
the Pentagon. All the major decisions in this country are
made by the military, from my observations on the clandestine
side of things.
"The CIA's just the whipping boy. NSA [the National
Security Agency] are the ones who have the hit teams.
Look into their records—you won't find a thing. Look into their budget—you can't. For the life of you, you can't find
any way they could spend the kind of money they've got on
the number of people who're supposed to be on their payroll.
Even if they had immense research and development
programs, they couldn't spend that kind of money.
"The CIA's just a figurehead. They are more worldwide—
like the FBI is. They're accountants, lawyers, file
clerks, schoolboys. They are information gatherers. They've
pulled a lot of goddamned shenanigans, I'm not going to
deny that, but as far as intelligence goes the NSA's far, far
superior to them—far in advance in the 'black arts.'
"The CIA gets blamed for what NSA does. NSA is far
more vicious and far more accomplished in their operations.
The American people are kept in ignorance about
this—they should be, too."
"In other words," I responded, "what you're saying is
that the military is more dangerous to our democracy than
the CIA or other intelligence groups?"
"The CIA gathers information, but the military heads
the show. Look at how many former military officers work
for the CIA. Look at how many former high-ranking military
officers work for the multinational corporations. Can't
you figure it out?"
"What are you suggesting, that there is an invisible coup
d'etat which has occurred in the United States?" I asked.
"OK. There is a group of about eighteen or twenty people
running this country. They have not been elected. The
elected people are only figureheads for these guys who
have a lot more power than even the President of the
United States."
"You mean that the President is powerless?" I asked.
"Not exactly powerless. He has the power to make decisions
on what is presented to him. The intelligence agencies
tell him only what they want to tell him, however. They
don't tell him any more than they have to or want to.
"You have to wonder at American stupidity. How much
does it take to get people to wake up to what has happened?
It's public knowledge that the CIA has falsified documents
and given Presidents fake intelligence reports so
that he can only arrive at one conclusion—the conclusion
they want them to arrive at. The Pentagon Papers revealed
that fact.
"What people don't know is that the global corporations have their own version of the CIA. Where they don't interface
with the CIA, they have their own organizations—all
CIA-trained. They also have double agents inside CIA
and other intelligence organizations who are loyal to those
corporations—I mean where's the bread buttered? Would
you rather take the government pensions, or would you
rather work a little for the corporation on the side and get
both government pensions and corporate benefits after you
retire? Most men retire after twenty years, and they're only
in their mid-forties . . . then they go to work for the corporation
they've been working for while they were in government
service. They get both the pension and the corporate
paycheck that way!
"Together with what the corporations do on their own,
they have a worldwide espionage system far better than the
CIA's. There is a network of what amounts to double
agents—they do work for the government, and may appear
to be government agents, but they are first loyal to the corporations.
They report to those corporations on the government
and on what foreign governments might be planning
which would interfere with those corporations foreign investments.
These guys are strictly free enterprise agents."
"You call these guys contract agents?" I wondered.
"Oh, no, no, no . . . Take, for example—we develop a
new death ray. We've got all the security the government
can think of on it. We've got the best security in the United
States on it, which is tied for second place for the best security
in the world. Tied for first place are the Russian and
Chinese security systems.
"Now even with all this security, before FACI [First Article
Configuration Inspection, the government's checking
system on the manufacturing of military hardware] on a
government contract—that death ray is up for grabs in every
nation in the world. Any amount of military security
can't keep it secret."
"What you're saying," I interrupted, "is that American
people are selling secrets, wholesale, to the highest bidder?
That is to say, I assume, if the highest bidder is an American
company?"
"And even if it's not," he said. "Usually it is another
nation. I've dealt with weapons and usually the nation that
wants it most will pay the most for it. Once in a while these
companies, these government contractors, will find that someone has stolen one of their secrets and there'll be a big
flap. But the big boys that are in the military are an entirely
different ball of wax . . . the big guys get away with
it.
"When one of these companies finds someone inside it
that's selling secrets, they take him on a fishing trip, a boat
ride, and get rid of him. It's quite common," he said. "For
example, if I was tied in with one of these companies where
money is no object, and they wanted me to get rid of you,
I'd obtain a passport or a duplicate passport with your smilin'
face on it. After I'd obtained it, I'd put whoever's face
on it I wanted. Then after we dumped you, that 'someone'
whose face was on your passport would take a trip to Australia.
"Later your friends or family would notice you were
missing and people would begin to inquire as to your whereabouts.
Eventually they'd check with the Australian customs
who'd say, yes, this guy entered the country on such
and such a date. By then the guy who'd traveled over there
on your passport would have already come back on his
own, and as far as the best detective could tell you've gone
to Australia and you've never come back."
"What do you know about the military or the intelligence
agencies' use of pain-drug hypnosis?" I asked.
"They used several different things. I've seen, actually
seen, guys coming back with blanks only in certain places
of their memory. Let's say that I know positively, not by
hearsay, that it's done."
"You've seen it?" I asked.
"You'll never get me to admit it;" he grinned.
"Well, how is it done?" I asked.
"They use hypnosis and hypnotic drugs. They also use
electronic manipulation of the brain. They use ultrasonics,
which will boil your brain. When they use hypnosis, they'll
at the same time be using a set of earphones which repeat
'You do not know this or that,' over and over. They turn
on the sonics at the same time, and the electrical patterns
which give you memory are scrambled. You can't hear the
ultrasonics and you can't feel it, unless they leave it on—
then it boils your gray matter."
Unless the assassin had done the same research I had, he
could only have known this through firsthand experience.
The CIA documents released in 1976 revealed that ultra sonic research was undertaken for a period of more than
twenty years. But the documents said that the research had
stopped, so I asked him about that.
"Yeah. The research has stopped. They've gone operational.
It ain't research any more. They know how to do
it," he said.
"Do you mean that it is your opinion that it hasn't
stopped, or do you mean that you know it hasn't stopped?"
I asked.
"I mean I know it hasn't stopped," he said. "For example,
suppose that a dictator in some South American country
is setting up real problems and we try to kick him out.
We call in some of my former group and say, 'Look, the
bastard has got to have a fatal accident, and it's gotta look
good—like he fell on a bar of soap and broke his neck in
the bathtub or something.' So we go down there and get
the job done.
"But it could be quite embarrassing if any of the guys
were cross-examined about where they'd been and what
they'd done . . . So the guys who were in on the job suddenly
have a cold or something, and they are put in a hospital
for maybe just a routine checkup. They come out of
the hospital in about fifteen days. They're alive. They're
well. They're healthy. And they're happy, too. Lots of luck
if you question them: they don't remember anything.
"That's one way it's used. The other way is to use it to
improve memory—say, with couriers. You want a secret
message carried, outside the chain of command—there's no
need to have it carried by a person if it's a legal message,
because the military's got a thousand ways of sending messages
which are unbreakably secret. But if it's outside the
chain of command, as so many things are these days, if it's
an illegal message, and our Constitution doesn't permit us
to do much that is legal—then you have a hypnoprogrammed
guy carry the message. You improve his
memory so that he can carry an entire coded book of what
appears to be gibberish, and when he's got it down you
give him amnesia and seal off that message by a posthypnotic
code word, and whammo! You got a real good secret
courier, because he can be tortured to death but he can't
remember. Unless the proper cue is uttered.
"Then if the courier's going to operate against the enemy,
who might have the techniques of hypnosis down, you give him several layers of post hypnotic command. In the
first layer, he'll confess a false message. In the second layer,
he'll confess another different false message. Finally, maybe
on the fourth or fifth layer is the real message.
"Our guy who is supposed to get the message knows that
the first three cues, say, are fake, and he gives the fourth
cue and out comes the correct message. If the courier was
in enemy hands he could be there for years before anybody
will figure out where he was in all those layers . . . Each
identity will probably be that of a real 'cut out'—a person
enough like him, so that the enemy will think that they've
got the real guy.
"Many of the men in my unit were given assignments,
after which they were so 'persuaded' that they didn't remember
anything. I mean to say, they'd gone in believing
that the only thing in life that meant anything to them was
completing the assignment—to get it done, and when they
got done with it they couldn't remember anything about
it."
"Could these guys have been that way without hypnosis?"
I asked.
"Well, they could have believed that their mission in life
was that particular assignment. They usually had no family
affiliations, no friends, nothing but their careers. But I
don't think they'd have forgotten about those kind of assignments.
Not without a little help, let us say."
"What was the conditioning that these guys had, was it
drugs, hypnosis, or something else?" I wanted to know.
"Hypnosis, electro therapy, programming them by tapes,
by voice-over earphones, awake or in trance, or asleep. By
a number of methods."
"How widespread was this mind control?" I asked.
"Well, it was—well, that is something I can't really answer.
I know of several different groups upon whom it was
used. I know that it was used in some of the hairier areas of
Korea and Vietnam, and it was started in World War Two,
but it has been refined far more since then. How much of it
was used, I don't know. I know of several groups that I was
affiliated with that had it used on them."
"Would you say this kind of thing did not exist before
World War Two?" I asked.
"Oh, it did. But it was not in such a sophisticated form.
It's as old as man, but now it is refined to an art. Before it was torture and psychological pressure—that can accomplish
a lot. We've been trained to use it in primitive field
situations. But now it's done with the idea that the mind
can be put under complete control. Just like they used to
use rubber hoses at the police stations. They don't do that
anymore. Well, rubber hoses still work, but they don't
work as well as some other things which the police now
have."
"Are you saying that the police also use mind control?" I
asked.
"At the highest levels, yes. The FBI certainly uses it, and
they, of course, give a lot of help to the local police. There
are certain areas of the brain which control your inhibitions.
When they control those centers, then the subject
will go on with his assignment, regardless. I've seen men
whose mother could be sitting there having coffee, and if
they'd been instructed to kill her, they'd walk right in and
shoot her, and it wouldn't even upset their appetites for supper.
They were conditioned to do it in such a way that they
have no guilt. They wouldn't have guilt because after they
were through they wouldn't even remember it.
"Let me tell you something: the cheapest commodity in
the world is human beings. Most assassins don't need to be
programmed to kill. They're loyal to command. They're
conditioned, first by the circumstances of their own early
life, then by a little 'loyalty training.' The command is their
only justification for living. It is also their only protection
once they're into it . . .
" . . . When I came out of the service and went to work
for the government, I had a colonel assigned to me as a
bodyguard. When he retired I hired him," he said, pointing
to his bodyguard. "He's still with me, and that's why we
have these . . ." He pointed to the .357 magnum—the
most powerful handgun in the world—strapped to his side
in plain sight.
"Who're you worried about? The Russians? The Chinese?"
"Well, I'll tell you. You can damned near put a pin in
the map anywhere you want. I got into military security
before the Second World War. I was just a kid. Over the
years I was assigned to thirty two different countries. So
you can draw your own conclusion."
"But what you've been talking about is a political action not a military one. How, then, as a military security man
did you get involved in political actions?"
"Well, suppose there were countries that were doing
technological research on things which could be injurious
to the welfare of the United States. I'd be one of the guys
assigned to destroy those scientists who were involved in
the research. That was with friendly and unfriendly governments.
So, naturally, if they found out that I was in on it,
even now, they'd come after me.
"In other cases I was involved in knocking off some dictators.
Then we'd change the people's voting ideas when
they had to elect someone."
I returned to the main thread of our conversation, "OK
now, since we have this mind-control technology, what is
to keep the guys in the cryptocracy or the military, as you
maintain, from programming Presidents as soon as they
take office, or immediately after they get elected?"
"I have always wondered about Nixon," he mused. "He
was very pro-military. He gave them just about everything
they wanted in the world. But he wanted to create a monarchy
with himself as king. And, slowly but surely, he tried
to take over the military and the CIA through subordinate
officers who were loyal to him only.
"All you hear about are left-wing conspiracies to overthrow
our government. You never hear about right-wing
conspiracies.
"Well, some of these right-wing groups are far more dangerous
than the left wing. The left wing's mostly kids with
dreams. The right wing is usually retired military. They're
hard. They're trained. They've got arms. But if the right
wing took over right now, there would be just a military
dictatorship, and the military would find that its best plans
were not upset at all. I'm saying if a dictatorship took over.
Hell, we've got one right now, but it ain't overt, it's subtle."
"You mean those twenty men you were talking about?" I
asked.
"Yeah . . . if the people of this country actually knew
that, they would say 'no' the next time they were asked to
go to Vietnam. We need the people behind us to fight a
war, and if they knew the true facts, who's running things,
there wouldn't be the following we'd need to defend the
country. That fact alone keeps the sham of politics and
'free elections' going." "If that is the case, then the results would be different?"
"Yes. If people knew they had a dictatorship. Have you
ever heard of a factory slowdown, a strike? Well, Russia
has run up against the problem, and so have we in supporting
the foreign dictators we support. The American people,
like most people, have to feel that they have some right,
that they're the 'good guys.' This is the reason we have
never lost a war and have never won a peace.
"You've got to maintain the sham of freedom, no matter
what. It wouldn't make any difference what party is in
charge or whether it was the elected government or what
you call the cryptocracy running it; from an operational
sense, the government would operate as it presently is.
From the point of view of people paying taxes and defending
their country, well, we found in Latin America that
people won't fight if they think that they have a dictator
who is just as bad as the enemy who is attacking.
"That's probably why it would be fairly easy to take over
the Soviet Union, short of nuclear war. The Soviets could
probably be convinced by psychological warfare that their
government is certainly a lot more evil than ours. And if
we went to war with them we could eventually win . . .
that is until the H-bomb started to fall, then nobody'd be
the winner."
Changing the subject I asked, "What area of the military
were you involved in?"
"I don't think I ought to answer that. Let's say there was
a group which first sought to solve problems politically. If
that didn't work, then there was another group which went
in and tried to buy solutions. If that failed, then my group
was sent in to be damned sure things were accomplished
the way we wanted them to be."
"So you were operational, and not research at all?" I
asked.
"No. I had been in the lab for a long time. The knowledge
I developed was very valuable in an operational sense.
I was put into the field because of this knowledge."
"You're talking about pretty sophisticated equipment,
not commando stuff?"
"Right. For example, I won't say the name of the country,
but it was a South American country. We had a leader
that we had supported there who suddenly got the idea that
he was going to go off on his own. They tried to reason, negotiate, buy off his affections. When all that failed, my
team was sent in to correct the situation.
"We went in very quietly and left very noisily. We went
in as tourists, but the important material we brought in was
the turning point. Let's say we couldn't reason with the
man anymore. We were there about six days, and the problem
disappeared. Not many bodies, just the important
ones."
The assassin was very specific telling about some of the
jobs he'd accomplished. Several included actions taken
against a well-known political figure—that, the assassin
said, was the only assassination he'd ever "blown." His rifle
malfunctioned at the critical moment when he had bis target
in the crosshairs of his sight.
I cannot say that I had originally believed the assassin's
claims, but after running the Psychological Stress Evaluator
on all the critical portions of his interview, and finding no
areas which unexpectedly or inexplicably produced stress, I
believed that the assassin was telling the truth. The newspaper
office he had mentioned was bombed when he said it
was, but he could have gained knowledge of that from
newspaper reports. The target of his unsuccessful hit was
subsequently "taken care of" in another way which did not
cost him his life.
The assassin concluded the interview with a chilling
prophecy. Jimmy Carter was then a candidate for the presidency.
"I'll tell you something right now," the assassin said.
"You've got a man running for office that is expressing the
same goddamned philosophy John Kennedy had. Now he
could be saying this stuff just to get elected. Matter of fact,
if you look into his background, you find that he was a
good naval officer. He had top security clearance. He was
trained by Admiral Rickover who, he said, had a strong
influence on his life. Taking this into consideration, you
can assume that he's a loyal member of the old boy net, so
he probably will make a good figurehead president for
those in power.
"But if he ain't an old boy and if he does believe all
those things he's been telling the voters—if he tries to implement
those reforms he's talking about, well, it's not a
question of whether he's going to be snuffed, it's only a
question of when or where." The assassin confirmed many of my own conclusions
which had been based only on research: that an invisible
coup d'etat had taken place in the United States; that the
CIA is only the tip of the cryptocracy iceberg; and that
ultrasonic and electrical memory erasure was used to protect
"search-and-destroy" operators from their own memories.
I had some indication that the cryptocracy had investigated
such techniques (a 1951 CIA document had briefly
cited the need for such research), but the assassin's disclosure
that the cryptocracy had developed invisible forms of
sonics and electronic stimulation of the brain for mind control
sent me back to the libraries.
Chapter Eighteen
DEEP PROBE
Jose Delgado stood sweating in the center of a bull ring
in Madrid. He was steaming from the heat of the sun reflected
on the sand. He felt a twinge of natural fear as the
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