Deprogramming a
Mind-Controlled Slave
Aside from my learned
deprogramming skill, the balance of the formula I used consisted of elements
which are actually rules of ethical therapy conduct. Those therapy rules were
strictly enforced,
Cathy understood and agreed
that, in order for her to have absolute control of her mind, she must place
total trust in me and the therapy regime.
1. I maintained a constant vigil
to ensure Cathy's physical and psychological safety from all outside
influences.
2. No memories could be
verbalized by Cathy until after they were written by her.
The only questions I could ask
were history oriented and directed to Cathy's presenting personality that was
recovering the memory.
Those questions could only
address the who, what, when, how, and where of the memory. Even if I could have
known the answers in advance, I could not inject.
Our perceptions would have
differed radically and could have created more memory barriers between
personality fragments.
3. I fundamentally explained
mind control to Cathy and she then understood that what happened to her was not
her fault.
However, she understood she was
becoming responsible for her actions here and now. Through therapy, she was
asserting control over her own mind.
4. We devoted many hours to
"intellectual discussions" of Cathy's learned religious beliefs and
they were "logically" debunked, just as if I were explaining how the
illusions of a magician's tricks worked lo confuse reality.
5. No expression of emotion by
Cathy would be permitted during the memory recovery and journaling process. I
never asked her "how does that make you feel?"
This is as important as the
safety issue for the rapid recovery of memories.
6. I provided Cathy adequate
food, vitamins, water, and sleep to restore her failing physical health.
7. I taught Cathy how to view
her memories on a "mind movie screen" rather than re-experience them
through the mind's "virtual reality" mechanism.
8. I instructed Cathy how to
trance herself and control the depth of her trance state through a
self-hypnosis technique (some regard as meditation).
This was put in place to avoid
possible contamination and/or confusion of her memories, which might have
happened had I used a hypnotic induction technique known as guided imagery.
9. Cathy was not allowed
to read books, newspapers, or magazines, to watch TV, or to discuss with Kelly
anything she recalled. Cathy had experienced a lifetime of information control
and therefore had minimal contamination of memory to sort through.
This rule was also understood
and respected by Kelly, whose memories were beginning to surface.
10. All behavior patterns and
social habits Cathy exhibited were re-examined through logical discussion
between us. All pre-established behavior patterns, including daily routines,
were re-scheduled or stopped completely.
11. I required her to wear a
wrist watch twenty-four hours a day, to alert me of any "lost time"
she felt she was experiencing. Losing time, without trauma, is a strong
indication that personality switching is occurring.
Whereas being able to account
for time is an indicator that recovery is occurring.
The memories Cathy was
recovering were horrible beyond anything I had ever heard anyone speak about, I
often wondered if I had fallen in love with Cathy as a result of my developing
the psychological malady known as the Stockholm Syndrome.
Those thoughts never bothered me
for I knew I had grown to love Cathy.
I had heard enough horror from
Cathy and Kelly to know I was now suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
(PTSD). The symptoms of this disorder went unnoticed by Cathy and Kelly because
they too were PTSDed, and had been all their lives. My own health began to
deteriorate rapidly.
My regained body weight began to
melt away once again. I was experiencing incredible stomach pain, vomiting, and
diarrhea.
I was literally living on a
patent medicine known to ulcer sufferers as Maalox. A "secure" phone
call to a doctor friend in the "lower 48" produced the name of a
local internal medicine specialist I could trust. Aware of my predicament, my
physician friend made the appointment on my behalf for this doctor to prepare
certain in-office tests.
One of the tests, using a
fiberoptic stomach tube, showed that as a result of a water borne parasite,
there were holes in the walls of my stomach. He recommended emergency surgery.
I replied, "No. How much longer can I live with this before surgery?"
He said, "It depends on how well you can follow my instructions"*
"No problem," I said. Within a few days of feeding myself
intravenously and taking the prescribed medications, I began to recover. It was
during this recovery period that I began my telephone search for answers to
speed Cathy's recovery process. Again I was told by my former "well
connected" associates that I knew it all. I was not convinced. However, my
persistence soon paid off as one particular phone call resulted in my striking
proverbial "pay dirt". The medical books on clandestine experimental
research for treating dissociative disorders mysteriously appeared "on
hold" for me at the Eagle River branch of the Anchorage Public Library. I
was covertly alerted to pick them up on a certain day at an exact time. I
complied.