While I untangled myself from the wires, Kristopherson and Aquino
continued their banter at my expense, Kristopherson held up his key ring and
jingled it, catching my undivided attention as conditioned, while he told
Aquino, “You’re gonna need the Keys to the Kingdom to work with this one
right here.”
“Keys to the Kingdom,” of course, referred to my previously instilled
(Enter/Inter)”Inner-dimensional” Catholic programmed personalities. Since
Aquino was my primary mind-control programmer at the time, Kristopherson
was informing Aquino of programs previously instilled in childhood via the
“Rite to Remain Silent”. By jingling the keys, he was demonstrating his control
over me and his momentary edge on Aquino.
“I got ’em,” Kristopherson was saying as he jingled the keys. “She’s mine
unless you wanna play ball. Besides, you have to. The Byrd sent me.”
“I’ve been expecting you,” Aquino said with a smile. Events later that night
proved that Aquino had been supplied the keys to my previously established
Jesuit based programming, which he and Byrd used and altered to suit their own
perversions.
Byrd monitored all of my programming “progress,” and often tortured me
with his whip and pocketknife. He picked up where my mother left off, to
destroy any self-esteem I might have inadvertently developed. He said, “There
is no place for you to turn because if you could think to talk no one would ever
believe I would have anything to do with the likes of you.” He often threatened
me that I was considered “disposable” because, after all, “The first Presidential
Model, Marilyn Monroe, was killed right in front of the public eye and no one
knew what happened.