Henry Kissinger Took Up Residence in My Brain… and Never Paid Rent

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This blog has made no secret of its admiration for Bryce Taylor’s autobiography, the elucidatorily-titled THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES… THE TRUTH HAS SET ME FREE! The memoirs of Bob Hope’s and Henry Kissinger’s mind-controlled slave. The thirty-eight chapters are divided into sections, with titles like “Dental Office Money Laundering Schemes,” “Bonded to Bob,” “Henry Plays Chess with Real People,” “Watergate Created a Depressed President,” “Henry’s Love for His Friend Rocky,” “Henry Got Me into the Pentagon Lots of Times,” and “…Or, what do the Rockefellers, Kissinger, Alan Greenspan and the Federal Reserve all have in common?… Me as a mind file to organize their plan.” The following excerpt is from Chapter Twelve, subtitled, “Henry Kissinger Took Up Residence in My Brain… and Never Paid Rent.” 

“Kissinger was more familiar with how to access the information than anyone else because he created my internal system. He knew how to access me for different functions, in addiction to keeping the plan of the global elites organized. This form of communication allowed them to secretly communicate around the globe at times when they didn’t want anyone to be able to publicly associate their connections. I not only kept rooms full of information, neatly tucked away in my brain for easy access, but it gave Kissinger and others an advantage as it appeared they were less prepared and had less data at their fingertips than they actually did. No need to carry armfuls of books and brochures. He just brought me along and utilized me when it was time to recite information on any subject he had programmed into me. Plus, he and others who knew my programming could instill and retrieve arcane ‘e-mail messages’ from around the globe, often with the latest top secret knowledge gleaned from classified experiments and projects or messages in regard to the New World Order agenda. I was a REAL robot…

Screenshot (644)…Henry brought me into his office, sat me down at a chair across from his desk while he pulled file after file out of his filing cabinets, and laid them on an open desk in front of me. Then he said, ‘Quickly memorize this data, we’re going to a meeting.’ He would also categorize the data by saying ‘File this under A-3,’ or whatever name or code number he labeled it. He meticulously named each file and when he would loan me out to people he would tell them the file indentifier so they could access the information they needed. He would usually leave me alone with the files to memorize. When he returned, we went to the meeting. Henry rationalized this, saying this way he didn’t have to hold trivial details in his mind but could save it for more important matters, such as strategizing. That’s how I heard him explain it to others who knew about the mind control technology.”

THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES… THE TRUTH HAS SET ME FREE! The memoirs of Bob Hope’s and Henry Kissinger’s mind-controlled slave, Brice Taylor, 1999

Ghostly Passengers Board the Spirit of St. Louis

ImageIn 1927, twenty-five year old Charles Lindbergh became the first person to fly non-stop across the Atlantic Ocean. He recounted his thirty-two hours piloting  The Spirit of St. Louis in his 1953 autobiography.

“While I’m staring at the instruments, during an unearthly age of time, both conscious and asleep, the fuselage behind me becomes filled with ghostly presences– vaguely outlined forms, transparent, moving, riding weightless with me in the plane. I feel no surprise at their coming. There’s no suddenness to their appearance. Without turning my head, I see them as clearly as though in my normal field of vision. There’s no limit to my sight– my skull is one great eye, seeing everywhere at once.

These phantoms speak with human voices–friendly, vapor-like shapes, without substance, able to vanish  or appear at will, to pass in and out through the walls of the fuselage as though no walls were there. Now, many are crowded behind me. Now, only a few remain. First one and then another presses forward to my shoulder to speak above the engine’s noise, and then draws back among the group behind. At times, voices come out of the air itself, clear yet far away, traveling through distances that can’t be measured by the scale of human miles; familiar voices, conversing and advising me on my flight, discussing problems of my navigation, reassuring me, giving me messages of importance unattainable in ordinary life.

Apprehension spreads over time and space until their old meanings disappear. I’m not conscious of time’s direction. Figures of miles from New York and miles to Paris lose their interest. All sense of substance leaves. There’s no longer weight to my body, no longer hardness to the stick. The feeling of flesh is gone. I become independent of physical laws– of food, of shelter, of life. I’m almost one with these vaporlike forms behind me, less tangible than air, universal as aether. I’m still attached to life; they, not at all; but at any moment some thin band may snap and there’ll be no difference between us.”

The Spirit of St. Louis, Charles A. Lindbergh, Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1953

The Paradox of Automation

Lewis Mumford“We face now the great paradox of automation, put once and for all in Goethe’s fable of the Sorcerer’s Apprentice. Our civilization has found a magic formula for setting industrial and academic brooms and pails of water to work by themselves, in ever increasing quantities at ever increasing speed. But we have lost the Master Magician’s spell for altering the tempo of this process or halting it when it ceases to serve human functions and purposes, though this formula (foresight and feedback) is written plainly on every organic process.

As a result we are already, like the apprentice, beginning to drown in the flood. The moral should be plain: unless one has the power to stop an automatic process–and if necessary reverse it–one had better not start it. To spare ourselves humiliation over our failure to control automation, many of us now pretend that the process conforms exactly to our purposes and alone meets all our needs– or to speak more accurately, we cast away those qualifying human traits that would impede the process. And as our knowledge of isolatable segments and fragments becomes infinitely refined and microscopic, our ability to interrelate the parts and to bring them to a focus in rational activities continues to disappear.”

“The Power of the Pentagon,” Lewis Mumford, Horizon, Autumn, 1970, Volume XII, Number 4.

yeah O.J.!

Screenshot (572)Want to know what the shouting’s about? Have some fresh frozen Florida orange juice (otherwise known as O.J.) sometime besides breakfast. Like with popcorn or pretzels, when you’re rooting for your favorite team on TV. Or with a friendly hand of pinochle when neighbors drop in. There’s something about O.J.’s fresh true-juice flavor that makes the most of good things and good times. (Its natural vitamin C makes for good health, too!) So don’t wait until morning to have a glass. Why not relax with a tumblerful while you finish this magazine? Just make sure it’s genuine orange juice and not some weak, watery imposter.    c1964 Florida Citrus Commission, Lakeland, Florida

Nothing else takes the place of orange juice. THE REAL THING FROM FLORIDA. THE REAL THING O.J.: FROM FLORIDA

LIFE, February 21, 1964

The Art of 43


“I was inspired partially by Winston Churchill. He wrote a great essay called Painting as a Pastime. I wanted to make sure that the last chapters of my life were full, and painting it turns out can help occupy not only space, but can open my mind.”


“I like it because it conveys a passionate person, and a strong person,” Bush said of his painting of Tony Blair.


“George said, ‘I told Putin that in this country we own our own homes and because we own them we take great pride in them,'”a Bush frenemy recounted to Kitty Kelley. “Then he told me, ‘I don’t think the son of a bitch knew what the hell I was talking about.'”


“I did encourage him after he got Penultimate on his iPad and started drawing very interesting stick figure characters to communicate with you and Barbara and with me when I was on the road,” Laura Bush told her daughter, a correspondent on NBC’s Today. “He’s very disciplined, and so he comes up and works every single day, which is why he’s improved and can do portraits of Bob the cat that are so good.”

The U.S. Ambassador to Afghanistan, 1959-1962


Brigadier General Henry Byroade served as Assistant Secretary of State for Near Asian, South Asian, and African Affairs (1952-55), and between 1955 and 1977 served as U.S. Ambassador to Egypt, Union of South Africa, Afghanistan, Burma, Philippines, and Pakistan.

JOHNSON: In ’59 you went to Afghanistan.



BYROADE: “Kabul.” Most Americans say “Kabul.” When Eisenhower came out there, he was only out there for two hours on a trip. His advance man came through to take a look at the place, and when he left I said, “What can I do for you?” He said, “I want a stone.” I said, “My God, we’ve got millions of them.” I reached down in the driveway and gave him a stone. The next time we went back to the White House it was mounted on his desk and said, “A genuine Kabulstone.” A great country. No American that’s served there will ever forget it.

We have a reunion once a year; we had forty, about five years ago, with everybody that had served there. Last year we had 400. There’s something about the place you just love. I had better morale in the Embassy there than they have in places like Paris, London, or Rome. Nothing much to do socially, but beautiful outdoor country, and you do your own things. We had the world’s best amateur dramatic society. We did “My Fair Lady,” “Guys and Dolls,” built our own ski lift, etc. We didn’t have many visitors.

JOHNSON: No major issues to deal with?

BYROADE: Well, yes, we did. The Russians were making inroads when we were there, and we were sort of in competition with the Russians. They were building grain silos and we were building roads, and then they got into roads. To an extent, it was all right with me if the Russians spent their rubles doing things that the Afghans really needed, such as roads, as long as we built the best roads. We had trouble really staying with much of a presence in Afghanistan; we almost pulled our aid program out. But we did stay. I don’t think the king would have ever faced up to getting rid of [President Mohammad] Daud, but for the fact that we were there.

JOHNSON: Daud was, you say, removed?

BYROADE: Yes, he was removed, and then he came back, and of course, was killed.

JOHNSON: Was he pro-Communist?

BYROADE: No, not as far as adopting a Communist philosophy, an economic thing, and so on. But, in my opinion, he cooperated a little too readily with the Russians. Of course, they were right on the Russian border and all we wanted was an honestly neutral country. We didn’t want any bases or anything like that. We would like to have it neutral a little bit on our side, but nothing to get too excited about, as long as it was neutral. We felt Daud was a little too pro-Russian, but he wasn’t Communist.

JOHNSON: But you never foresaw Soviet intervention, military intervention, which came in the late 1970s?

BYROADE: No, I left there in about 1960. I didn’t foresee actual Soviet military intervention. There were a lot of destructive issues. Daud was for Pushtunistan, a very vague concept concerning the Pushtan tribes, which involved a part of what is now Pakistan, and there had been trouble with the border closings.

Second Oral History Interview with Henry Byroade, Potomac, Maryland, September 21, 1988, by Niel M. Johnson, Harry S. Truman Library.

Photo: 9 March 1955; Egyptian President receiving US Ambassador Henry A. Byroade in Cairo

Oral History Interview with Hank Byroade: http://www.trumanlibrary.org/oralhist/byroade.htm