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MK Ultra versus Hanoi Rocks is a FULL STORY.
A metaphorical journey around the themes of mental manipulation, psychological warfare, propaganda and FREEDOM. All that in rhymes!

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The original blog showcases some of my music and artwork
 It can be seen at www.paraffenomenon.blogspot.com

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Posts were written in 2012 and 2013
They have been largely edited since.

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So, this is how the story goes...

The Psychedelic Opera - Introduction

The First Lord of Psion traced a line from the beginning of time to the moment NOW

As a Bizaar leader Psychedelick he has the right to do that
Melkizeor, great Lord of Psion

Master Ruler of the land hither

Joining together pieces of strings on magical music machines

And through to the end of it...

As of now

and forever

through ME

O great ruler, make it complete

Make it a line that meets

Make it a sign of life from A to Zee

LET US BE FREE!

And as of now

The great Psion

Psychedelick in chief 

Maker of lines that meet

Traced from me to the It
and through your great complexity

a perfect line

a seal
AROUND YOU

into infinity

LOVINGLY

 - a blessing -

a kiss

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Psychotronic Warfare (part 1)

Having intercepted the rays of radio-magnetic warfare, I extended myself from beginning to end.

"Doctor Donald Ewen Kameroon - room 12" said the voice inside my head. "I have nothing to fear" said I, answering to the pineal gland that exacerbated my state of doubt and the odd distortions all around. Dysfunctions. CREATE PERSONALITY-PARTITION.

"The king lord of Psion does not exist", said the nurse in white, staring wildly. 

"We have verified all your allegations and there's nothing to hide on our side", said the head of state. Looking away.

I am quiet, I have lived, The spell must be reversed. 

The One king lord of Psion is here.

CC-72, nothing to hide.

AS-4.49 nothing to hide.

CC-7 and 4.17 nothing to hide again.

Doctor Kameroon, in room 12 took off his surgical gloves, stained with the blood of many. TRAUMA-BASED plus a dash of cutting square holes out of their brains. None of this is vain.
Innocent babies or poor crazies. He crosses his heart but upside down. 

Dr Man Chu swallows something green and sticky. Dr Zamenoff waits patiently.

"There is no such thing as psychological warfare
and MK Ultra never ever was!"
There is no truth to your allegations

Such was their conclusion

Coz' somehow all the stuff got torched. No record.
I WAS DETERMINED NOT TO FOLLOW THE SPLIT

While a voice inside my head…
Maybe I'm just imagining.
Maybe room 12 is empty and there's nothing in ward 6

"I WILL LIVE FREELY!"

said a voice inside of me

LOVE FREES & LIGHT FEEDS

O Lord, Help Me!

Melkizeor took a globe out of the shiny bowl

"This one is for me!"

Somewhere a new Earth

Psychotronic Warfare (part 2): The Intervention

Very real! This shit seems very real! I shut out the voice of Professor Zamenoff. You must be here. Come with me. I cover my ears. Where is it speaking from? The voice of Zamenoff comes from between my ears. Half an inch down from the pineal gland. Voice to skull apparatus plus a couple of crystals and a weird bubble of flesh. Hormones go wild. No apparent reason. The voice of Dr Kameroon. Cover your ears. Plus stimulus. This time I really don't know what to do. Ah! This one's formatted nicely! Sweet!  Send the next one through! Let's play the tape and put a few drops of that nice lysergic stuff under lil' baby's tongue. The tape played backwards awakes sharp pains in my head. This one' s formatted says Dr Man Chu. I am not mad. I cover my eyes. Sub-frequencies. Woofers. I think I can still hear. The tape is driving me mad. I put both hands in my mouth to try catching the rainbow drop before it reaches my brain. Why you do this to me? Why me? Why me? I think I  see a road and a house and a tree. A couple of doctors in green  I think I remember being here. Another voice…Maybe it's me…Get me out of here!

Dispatching Babies

Once formatted

put in a line

and rows of three

for dispatching ready

The babies packed

and rolled in a cellophane sheet

and silica wrapping

then sent out

for missions undertaking

Awaiting the call to action

From Dr. Man Chu

and the mermaids of doom

scream

Brains in tune

To sharp E

Silent, asleep

and ready for dispatching

Rule #2 (4U)

There are many ways to flatter a fool. 
Let him know that all is his. 
Let him know that the world cannot spin without him. 
Tell him also that all he ever did was true and perfectly clear. 
Let him think that you are little and that only he can make you big.

There are many ways to flatter a fool. 
Weave a web around him and tell him: You are free.

There are many ways to flatter a fool...

And many more ways to flatter me
Really!

I mean it!

Tell me that this fool ain't me!

Psychotronic Warfare (part 3): Alienation

"There are many ways to skin a pig", said a voice inside my head. 
I looked at the knife in my hand with fear and bedazzlement. 
Unequivocally, I knew the name of the first victim: mine. 
You motte die, you are evil. 
The knife is getting too close. 

The rainbow drop reaches my mind. 
I am the eye. 

You must finish, it said. 
Unintelligible to me, subdued, subliminal, the sound of an E sharp leads my whole being to fit in tune. 

"I am not going to let you", I said. 
The rogue raucous voice of Dr. Kameroon resonated throughout the wards and corridors.
I can recognise his domineering tone

What the hell!


Inside or outside my head?

I can recall. 
I can hear it without a doubt.
He sees us now. 
The sharp fear reaches my mind. 
"I am not a man" (said I)
"You'll do what you'll do" said the voice of a man.

I am not one of yours, added I.
Get out of me!
I am sincere, stop talking! Bullshit! Bullshit!

The sharp pain between my eyes seems to go all the way through my brain

Voice to Skull Technology. Even for baby!

 I am not one of yours…I am not one of yours. I let everything in. Free me...Folly... A sound…

The voice of a woman: "He's as good as dead!"
Dr Donald Ewen Kameroon laughs and shrieks;
"He is it!"

Are they Inside or outside my head?
Are they as real as they seem?


At this precise moment Athm was putting a foot out of the actial modem.

He recognised the meadows
He landed here before
The air was fresh and slightly sugary

Athm could hear the stream, its little waves, dancing and sparkling...
A bird. Two maybe.

New land. New play field...
Athm could hear a dream…

Freedom coming?

A strong man appeared
Holding a White Book
(probably sacred)

"At the Crossroad you will see"

The Smell of Freedom inside of me

Or the taste of Folly?

VISION: A Lady. Holding a vase. Pouring the Holy Syrup. Right into my head.    

I THINK I'VE HAD A DREAM

E-Sharp

A purple beam. 

Flash through the barn

The babies awaken

At Edgar Van Allan Memorial Institute

On the side flank of our Sacred Hill

'The King's Mount' as it is known.

There was a fire that destroyed everything

- Or so they say - Or so we think

And all records' been eradicated

- No clues - No paper trail
The tape, a hiss
They talking' back to front!
Or so the babies think

Another beam
The sound of sharp E (E and F played simultaneously)

The babies get to sleep

The Orphanage So Sinister

The tin roof covers the old barn
The purple light dimly inside the nursery,directly projected onto the tiny cradles. Lined Up.
Especially chosen. In rows of 6. Or 2. Or 3.
The clock strikes twelve.
The babies awaken by the backward tapes.
A smell of sulphur and paraffine. Acetone maybe? 
"This one is formatted" said Dr Kameroon. 
"Well done! It's all ok!" said the nurse holding the kid.

The cradles lined up.
Around the barn. 
Babies. Orphans. Little Hands and Feet.

Just an experiment. We'll see if it helps! Can't hurt'm!
Press hard. Dig well. Spin again.

A siren. They're awaken. 

Time for oats and warm milk and maple syrup. They must be hungry! After the torture comes the sweet thing.

The Orphanage, so sinister, sole property of the One Church - AMEN!

In the barn, lined up cots, cradles of hell awaiting the call. 
A few months here and they're good to go.

In the orphanage so sinister

> Project MK


THERE WERE JUST BABIES

NOW THEY'RE CONFIGURED...
Nicely!

Liberation

Melkizeor on his High Throne looked down on the blind zombie warriors in lines, ready.

He shed a tear.

The slaves commanded and prepared to kill received his blessing.

Doctor Man Chu, evil incarnated, keeps a watchful eye on his army, programmed human beings, submitted, servile and  hypnotised.

Candidates of Manchuria

Melkizeor from his high cloud pronounced the words: 

"And the truth shall set you free!"

A spark

A field

Psychotronic Warfare (part 4)

I exited the actial perimeter and found myself in a beautiful meadow.

The One Lord on his cloud decided to destroy Psion.

I am free now! - Or so it seems...

All has disappeared from the darkness below. 
I am on Earth as if it was the first time.

There is a silver waterfall nearby and purple sparrows are flying around singing their melodies. Clean air at last!

The doctors have been locked in their doomed fortress.
The slaves have been liberated.
The sordid circus is no longer.

As I start walking, a powerful thuderstorm clears away the remains of the actial energy field.

Behind me, the ruins of MK Clinic.

There is a clear road ahead.

I walk...
Free from insanity...
At last
Almost Human

Just barbaric 
...

Snakes, Ladders & Dragonflies

Here we are, face to face!
You, the real ruler of this court
and I, the newborn, 
Naive orphan.
What are we gonna do?
Are we gonna waltz?
Are we gonna talk it out on loud politics?

I have walked a damn' long way to come here.

You are very polite
You are very stern
I am so little in front of you!
What are we gonna do?
You're so professional
You look so good
Let us date and bladder the sink
Let us sing

"You are it!"

Forgive me...

I love you

Computer Blue

Having exited the room full of mirrors where reflections had shown me my fate, I arrived through a plain to a city which name is well known. 
It was an astounding sight.

Humans were in lines on a large marble floor extending to the horizon. All dressed in blue. Men and women in their thousands, all seated in front of computer screens rapidly flickering.

From birth, configured to seat. Quietly. Away from all sanity. 
Human screen-machines.

One could hear laughters and screams and cheers, humans' reactions to the spell of their computers. Flick. Flick. Flickering.

No-one walked. No-one ate or spoke to one another. 
Some weren't even breathing. All they were: Silent victims
Of the Dream-Machine.

ASLEEP?

The poor beings on this sad land would have been able to turn off their screens and walk away in an instant...but they lacked the will to do so. 

Some were typing randomly. Some were just staring, in awe at the images shown. Jaws wide open, with delight salivating.

interface > man/machine

Once again I sat and prayed the One Great Lord Melkizeor to give them back their life. To free, at least some of them from this seemingly enchanting fate. Thousands dressed in blue, lined in the dark land below. 
Seemingly happy. Seemingly fulfilled. Sitting still. Flick. Flick. Flickering Screens.

ARE YOU (AWAKE) ??

I was watching the scene in despair. 

In the valley down below. 

I witnessed and I prayed. That's the least I could do!

- One good idea. That's all that it took! -

Suddenly an eerie globe of light passed above me, hissing... 

Once again I decided to follow it...

As the Lord Spaketh, So Be It!

The ball of light I had followed sped towards the horizon. I quit running.
I knew I could not catch it, so I sat once again in a lonely field.

The Great Lord spoke: "In the province of the mind there are no limitations"

I raised my eyes to the vault of Heaven. Tears rolling down my cheeks. 
"Lord, You know I am alone and weak and so limited. Where is hope? What can I be?"
The thunderous voice went: "As high as clouds or deep as hell, it is your choice and your making!"

The orange globe of light whizzed again through the sky.
Once again I got up and proceeded to follow it. 
A sentence came to my mind. I repeated it like a mantra as I was walking faster and faster: "This is my will, this is my will, Thy will be done as it is my will.". 
I walked throughout the night and until the next morning. 

The air was cool. The breeze was meek. 
Refreshed, I was carried forth by that sentence like a magical pledge. 

I found hope again as I kept repeating: "This is my will, this is my will, Thy will is done as it is my will"

Fundamental Beat

I woke up the next day, rested and refreshed.
In the haze of my waking I could remember the strange figure of a woman that had been shown to me in dream.
I looked around, hoping to see a sign.
I was at the edge of a deep forest. The murmur of a stream, the birds singing and the warm sun evoked my newfound freedom.
I smiled at the thought of liberation from the thick sick walls of the sordid MK Clinic. 
(Ward 3 - Room 36)

"You have freed me, O Lord, what shall I do to please you?"

As I raised my eyes in prayer, the ball of light appeared again right above my head.
It had turned blue and increased in size
I could see a swirling eye in its center.
It radiated heat as well as light
A cross of gold miraculously appeared. 

Then Disappeared.
A yellow lightning. Some beads of dew floating loosely.

...MAGICALLY!

I got up on my feet and once again followed the pulsating ball of light
It was whizzing through the air at a speed comparable to my walking
So I had no trouble following it.
After several hours of pursuit I reached a rocky fountain at the edge of a small town. 
In the shape of a woman, soft and curvy, pouring water out of a large silvery shell that she was holding. 
The statue looked just like that hazy lady I had seen in my dream.

I thanked God and drunk profusely from the Holy fountain.
It felt like I was born again.
I fell in ecstasy.

Smiling widely
Suddenly a large pair of metallic wings grew out of my back, tearing my skin but not causing me any pain at all. 
I was swept off my feet and I spiralled upwards towards the Heavens at an astonishing speed.
Unable to control the wings I lost consciousness as I was flying aimlessly among the lavender scented mist and the droplets of dew.
I called onto the High Lord Melkizeor to come and save me.

A purple light
Briefly
A hiss

333

I surely know that
Truth must ever be known
As Truth alights, and Light is good.

I swear on planet Earth 
And on Thin Lizzy
That I will always let Light in
As Light is good
And it reveals
So, May Light shine in
Always
In your way

I have 333 candles 
And just one match to light them all

So many secrets to reveal
And just one to convince
YOU

I step inside 
The door closes behind me
A large ball of light enters my chest

a blink 

The Golem

I was a manikin of bones and flesh, 
Automated expression of other people's needs. 
I was a silent puppet of a Lord with no mercy. 
Slave. Soldier of a ruthless king. 
I was a human robot, walking the streets empty, hypnotized. 
Evil Lords looking over me.

I escaped. 
I was for a while living hidden in a little shed at the back of your house. 
Observing you secretly each day, 
Envying your humanness
Jealous of your normality. 

Then I fell on my knees, begging for help. 

And the Light came down, surrounding me 

Now, I live on the other side. 
Freely
My mind awoken by the One Great Puppeteer. 
I serve the Almighty. 
Its Word and Breath now move through me 

May Your Will become my will. 
May Your Light enlighten me. 
Daily,

I serve God and I am free!

LoveDrives (file X-4A)

Strange…

Everybody in this land

Feeds on sugar and candy
(Unlike me)

True relief will come from LOVE, drives and Spirit.

‘Been walking many roads

Hands in pockets mostly

The gold and riches

Of this Earth will never free

But Love drives
And Light feeds

THERE WAS A HUMMING. A PURPLE LIGHT BRIEFLY

Strange…

The thousands sit on their chairs

Facing their dark screens flickering
Unlike me

A brief thought of freedom, hazy,

of Faith, Love and…

Charity (Remember these?)

Ozzy Osbourne‘s Goodbye to Romance in the background

Lovedrive for a second

Some get up suddenly

And start walkin’away
from hypnotics and psychionic beams
Control-Mind-Machine

Love Drives

May the One Light set you free

Love drives and Light feeds

All the slaves in the whol’ wide world,

Believe me: YOUR MIND IS THE MEAN!

Will O' the Wisp

One evening
I was sitting on a steep hill
Not far from the wishing well
My back leaning on the bark of an old oak tree

My eyes were dancing
Atttempting to follow
The swirl of an angry firefly
The little spot
Suddenly flew towards the moon
Also brightly lit
Challenging my eyes to a race
Up towards the white crescented satellite

The ol’ moon caught me
I was unable to look away

Frozen
My body went all rigid and then shaky
A chill up and down my spine running
and then the moon said something
A secret
Of which to this day I cannot speak
And the firefly vanished in the dark
Like a shooting star-only tiny

I finally got on my feet
Still in shock, sweating heavy
But what the bright moon said to me
That night on the hill steep
I cannot say

Dear friend,
Of this I cannot speak
But the damn' firefly knew what it was doing
all along
I swear it did!

Psychotronic Warfare (part 5): Veterans of The Psychic Wars

Corresponding waves tying mind responses
Moves become predictable as
Triggered by psychotronic art
and radionic analogical algorithms

The human using therefore
His strength to stand upright
And act normal as 
Psychotronic waves 
Make his mind work hard

He’s too busy with natural fuctions 
Prevented by sounds and pulses and lightnings
-though he cannot tell-
And mind gets used a third or a quarter
Only
Leaving the regents and kings
Sleep in peace

Quietly plotting
Tomorrow's world 

In their sick dreams
For man to no longer be
An agent of his own means

Psychotronics leave him asleep

Psychotronic wars meet financial needs

Mental Warfare for One's Means

No response -he cannot see-
And man in a haze

Half hypnotized
Walks the streets
Empty
Of mind é soul
By psychotronic means
Blinded by the lights
HELD TIGHT
This is psychotronic war and mind warfare
CAN YOU HEAR ME?

REMEMBER: This is a WORK OF FICTION but the message must be clear: Use your mind before someone else uses it!

The Microchip Factory

I entered - Fortunately I was rendered invisible so I could see without being seen.

There were hundreds of computers in lines, 
In a large warehouse
All white, walls and uniforms
Workers busy entering in long lines of noughts and ones
Encoded they be into infinitesimal microchips
All black with wires and synapsis
Artificial conditioning

The bells ring
All workers stand in line
Receiving orders from above
For infinite coding of noughts, and more noughts and ones

Microchips shipped away
To a land of dark lies interfaces
and cheap love drives
...Substitutes for human hearts

A Mind-Machine factory!

The Sea World (Of Circularity)

The sea was everywhere
Surrounding us
We
Were surrounded by the Land
And at the end of the sphere...
Another world
Deep Inside

EARTH

The Sea was surrounding us
And we were surrounded by the sea

Us
In the centre
Right in the middle
Of YOUR Land
Us
At the centre of YOUR world
One
With All Others

And the great sea beyond
Revolving around the world
Evolving around us
And a whole world between us
And inside us
YOUR Land

Ward 3 - Room 39

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I enter the circular room
You are standing at the other end
An imaginary line
Between me and you
Yet dividing nothing
Spiralling around us freely

A l'infini

I am in!

I speak. I want to tell.
Whatever I am still able to contract 

Into the words of Man
I have a need for you to know
But your ears don't hear
And my mouth cannot spell

one
zero

Flicks of screens and blank pixels
Bang one another in my head
Screaming for help
I cannot yell
As all my switches' been programmed
By the evil machines of Man

You are there, yes...
Quietly standing in the centre of the room
Circular lines all straight and fine
Parallel, entertained
Intertwined intricately
' round one another
Noughts and Ones
A l'infini
Beyond myself
And towards Thee

/exit program
/exit program

No longer can I express...Hell!
As you seem from a wholly different world
Organic still, natural, alive
With real men and real minds
Unlike me
and I, incapable to tell
Muted
As mind encrypted in binary programs
Debased
Virtual

Deleted
Trapped in

Hardly able to scream
Through noughts and ones 
in fine lines and little wells
As minds made alien by the machines of Man

I am in the centre of the room
Are you able to tell ?
This is hell !
Get off your screens ! Switch off your cells !
Brains need help

/exit... 

Please!!

Ctrl?

cmd:/exit/esc!


Escape!
Escape!

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