by Ann Diamond and Georgi Stankov , November 23, 2014
Today, the Canadian woman Ann Diamond contacted me for the first time, exactly five minutes after I wrote my first critical article on Canada. What was revealed was a series of serendipitous synchronicities as you can read below in our correspondence. Most probably some more will come to light when Ann tells me where she lives in Greece, as I am of Macedonian origin and my family comes from North Greece.
But this is not the reason for this article. We have talked a lot about mind control and how extensively it was exerted among all Western celebrities in the music and movie scene. I myself had a lot of encounters with mind control among scientific circles, especially when I started promoting the new theory of the Universal Law in the 90s. It is as if one runs against an invisible wall and the mind controlled zombies are on the other side of this glass wall and there is no way to reach them.
Today, I am re-publishing Ann’s excellent essay on the famous singer and song writer Leonard Cohen, who happens to be one of my favorite musicians in young years. Ann has lived next door to Leonard Cohen and what she reports in a very vivid, personal language about him is more telling about the massive mind control of artists, scientists and all other “prominent” people in this debased Orion society than any long factual revelation. Her story also includes the overt or half-spoken threats and menaces of the dark cabal, when one challenges the system of mind control or simply interferes with it in a genuine attempt to help these mind controlled people.
I myself was seriously threatened by dark stooges of the pharmaceutical industry when I dared to expose the dangerous potential of most drugs, after I proved in an irrefutable scientific manner that 90% of the current registered drugs on the market increase significantly mortality and morbidity in all patients and have caused the death of more patients (compared to placebo, i.e. to no treatment) than all the victims of the two world wars put together.
These are the crimes of the dark ruling cabal that must be now revealed to humanity and, given my past experience with the sluggishness of human minds, it is obvious that this can only happen in the new upper 4D worlds in the new Golden Galaxy under much more favorable energetic conditions. Hence the Day of Days is very close, now that the new energies of the Portal of Truth (Nov 11 -21) have fully flooded this uppermost mother planet.
Enjoy now Ann Diamond’s essay on Mind Control and visit her website “Mother of Darkness” to read more articles from her.
I have been following you for over a year, having found your site he first time just after the false flag chemical attack in Syria, when I also discovered you are friends of Baba Ji. I had an encounter and initiation in 1979 with a German woman who had spent time in Hedaikan with Baba Ji. All that was long ago and figures in a memoir on living next door to Leonard Cohen in Montreal during the 1980s and 90s:
I was born in Montreal, but live in Greece for half the year. I also spent some time in Kamloops.
Just wanted to say hello. I follow your exploits and agree with much you recently wrote about the sleepwalking people of Canada and their puppet-clone Prime Minister. Canada is in fact a very tragic country whose native population are holding the fort against immense dark energies of the Anglo-America invading hordes.
I have a blog at www.lunamoth1.blogspot.ca — my most popular entry is about Leonard Cohen and Mind Control, recently picked up by a Spanish blogger who has some very interesting things to say:
All the best to you —
I am very happy that you have established contact with me and have given me some glimpses into your very interesting life. As far as I have not mixed the math, you must be as old as I am. I have already started exploring your blog, but need some more time to have a proper overview.
I am also a great fan of Leonard Cohen and will definitely read your book. I like especially his lyrics.
I have just finished an article on Canada – the first one, as I was prudent to deal with the country where I live now, but too much is too much:
I am not a friend of Babaji, it is only that he is channelled by my friend Jahn from Vienna and also by my dual soul Carla, with whom I now live together in Vancouver. He came first to us last year in Lofer, Austria when we ascended.
Where do you live in Greece? I have been several times there and know the country fairly well?
With love and light
Mind Control 101
by Ann Diamond, September 1, 2011
The man in the photo, taken at McGill University in 1951, is 17-year-old Leonard Cohen. He’s wearing a blindfold, and his ears, fingers and hands are encased in padded restraints which prevent movement and cut off all sensory stimulation. This is one of Dr. Donald Hebb’s famous/notorious sensory isolation experiments, for which student volunteers were paid the then-princely sum of $20 a day. Some of the volunteers were unable to stand this torture for more than a few hours. Some tore off the bandages and banged on the door of the isolation chamber, screaming and crying to be released.
Back in the 1980s, when I lived next door, Leonard Cohen once told me he enjoyed these experiments. He said he learned to dissociate, leave his body, and go on long voyages through the universe. The experience was so pleasant that later he volunteered to be placed in a flotation tank while on LSD. He enjoyed that, too.
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We now know that D.O. Hebb’s sensory isolation experiments became the foundation for torture techniques used by the CIA etc. in its secret prisons around the planet. Hebb, a neurologist, had CIA clearance, and also allegedly experimented on small children, mainly orphans and aboriginal children who arrived in his laboratory courtesy of McGill and the RCMP. Having access to human guinea pigs made Hebb’s research that much more impressive. He also, of course, worked with rats and monkeys. It seems quite likely that his famous “rat” study on the effects of sensory isolation on IQ, would have been based on his experiments with children. McGill, at the time, was controlled by a network that included many British-trained, mind controlled pedophiles with an interest in eugenics — and probably still is today.
In 1951, when this photo was taken, Leonard Cohen was 17, i.e. still a minor. One wonders who signed the permission slip — his mother? Or perhaps they just didn’t bother with those little details, back then.
Leonard Cohen went on to become a poet of note. In fact, that same year, 1951, he published his first book, Let Us Compare Mythologies. It would be interesting to do a textual analysis of all of Cohen’s writing – someday when I have more time I plan to do that (: — combing his poetry and novels for references to the secret program that he has been part of for most of his life. Up to now, his biographers seem to have overlooked all the references to hospitals, (Nazi) doctors, psychiatric experiments, electroshock, etc. They also have failed to adequately explain the missing years (mid-1950s, i.e. peak years of the MKULTRA program) when Cohen did some sort of graduate work at Columbia University in New York.
McGill and Columbia happened to be co-epicenters of MKULTRA research into mind control. As were certain studios and film-making teams at the NFB, the arm of British intelligence that brought our Leonard to national attention in 1966, with the film LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MR. LEONARD COHEN. As was the Silva Mind Control organization, where Leonard met Suzanne in the late 1960s. As was Nashville, where his musical career took him later. And let’s not forget the Chelsea Hotel, where he hobnobbed with musicians and CIA programmers like Kris Kristofferson, always mentioned whenever Cohen introduces his song “Chelsea Hotel” about the time he had sex with mind-controlled singer Janis Joplin. That night Janis was apparently looking for Kristofferson one of the “handsome men” she preferred, according to the song, one of the creepiest in Cohen’s repertoire in my opinion.
It’s very obvious to anyone who happens to have followed Cohen’s career, that the singer-songwriter who composed I’m Your Man has spent most of his life surfing the mind control circuit that took him from McGill to New York and then Europe where he connected with the Rothschilds.
Let’s just say that early on, he “volunteered” and the rest is musical history. This is a topic for a long article, but for now I’ll keep it small and personal. Lately I’ve been thinking back to times when I witnessed Leonard Cohen’s programming either in operation, or failing to operate properly. That is, when I lived next door to him and one or more of his handlers. By the mid-80s had many people grouped around him who seemed to be there to smooth things over. He also once told me depended heavily on doctors and psychiatrists at the (notorious MKULTRA hospital) Allan Memorial Institute, a half hour walk from his house near Saint Laurence Boulevard. In fact, during those years, he frequented the swimming pool behind the Allan, where doctors, nurses, and other hospital staffers hung out with people from the Entertainment scene — I was told by a former orderly that the purest cocaine from the hospital pharmacy could be bought beside the pool on just about any summer day.
It is one thing to meet and get to know Leonard Cohen. It would be hard to imagine or find a more charming, generous, affable, funny guy to have as a neighbour. Unfortunately, though, that’s only one of many personae, or “alters” — Cohen has many. I wouldn’t like to guess how many. I suspect there may be hundreds. What this means is, getting to know him is virtually impossible, because his various alters are not necessarily aware of one another. This explains why, while living next door, I witnessed events that sometimes made no sense, and would have been impossible if Cohen were a normal person, with a single core personality.
Mind controlled entertainers and public figures — and this also applies to certain mind-controlled politicians, like Pierre Trudeau, a friend of Cohens — require handlers to help them manage situations caused by their having various alters that don’t all work together. These handlers, e.g. Kris Kristofferson, who likely was Janis Joplin’s programmer — are there to coordinate and conceal the fact that these public figures are “programmed multiples.”
An incident comes to mind that occurred in about 1985, when I had been living next door to Cohen for two years. During that time, I had rarely seen him. I was busy, in those days,making a living by writing and editing. I also had a weekly program on local community radio, went out with friends most evenings. I had little to do with my neighbours who, in many ways, behaved like members of an exclusive club.
The incident I’m thinking of happened out of the blue, one day. I got a phone call from Leonard, whom I hadn’t seen in several months. He invited me next door for tea. Cautiously pleased with the invitation, which seemed to suggest we were back on a friendly footing, I rang his doorbell, he opened the door, and we drank tea in his kitchen. We chatted, he may have played me a new song or two, or showed me a drawing. Just like in the old days when we’d been friends.
Then he said he had an appointment somewhere and needed to take a bath. I offered to leave. He said, No, just sit here for a few minutes in case the phone rings. He got in the bath, I sat in the kitchen, and sure enough, the phone rings. It’s Hazel, the woman next door. I tell her Leonard is in the bath, and to please call back in a few minutes, which she does. At this point, the story becomes a bit extraordinary. I am standing a few feet from the phone, and I can hear Hazel shouting. I can’t make out what she’s saying, but she is screaming what appears to be verbal abuse, and Leonard, who has his ear to the phone, becomes rigid and just listens. The screaming goes on for, maybe, half a minute during which he does not move, does not respond, or react. When the screaming stops he says “OK” and hangs up. The phone rings again, He picks it up. More of the same shouting. Once again, he listens without affect, without moving, and says “OK.” Then he hangs up, turns to me, and in a blank tone says “You’d better go now.” Which I do.
But I’m upset with Hazel, so I phone her when I get home, and leave a one-line message on her answering machine suggesting that she stop doing whatever it was she was doing when she phoned him, shouting like a drill sergeant.
Later that night, there is a meeting in his front room. I happen to walk by, and unusually, the blinds are up and I see Leonard, encircled by the people I thought of as his “cult followers”. He is speaking to them, gesturing dramatic. I only get a glimpse of this meeting as I pass the window, but my snapshot impression is that he is asking for their help in some difficult matter that is causing him great anxiety.
And sure enough, half an hour later, I get a phone call, from a woman called Birgit, whom I know quite well, but consider to be a fairly hardcore Cohen groupie. She has come from the meeting. She arrives as I’m cooking supper, sits in my kitchen, and goes straight to the point. I have to move from the neighbourhood, she says, and stop harrassing Leonard Cohen. I’m, well, stunned. It’s the first time anyone has spoken to me in two years about how I came to be living next door. The first time anyone has suggested it might be a problem. But I’m not stupid. I’m quite aware that my presence in the neighbourhood has caused concern for certain people. The fact, however, is, that I am there as the result of a peculiar coincidence. That there is no way I could have found this apartment on my own — I’m there, and I can’t really explain how it happens, in a city of 1 million people, I manage to move in next door to Leonard Cohen — it just happened. That’s it, that’s all.
I also knew, back then and today, that nobody in Cohen’s circle believed this. And neither do I, to this day, really understand how things like that happen. But that day, he had invited me over, as if letting bygones be bygones, and it had appeared, for about an hour, that relations were back to normal — until Hazel called, that is, and shouted into the phone, and he went numb.
And who called the meeting? And what was it about? No explanation was ever given. Another cult member, Charlie, phoned me the next day and invited me across the street to his place, for tea. We sat in silence. I didn’t feel like talking until someone explained to me what was going on on that block.
No one ever did.
Looking back, in the light of what I know now, but had no notion of back then, I would say: yes, there was a cult. Leonard seemed to be at the head of it. His word held great weight, then and now. But the man who invited me over for tea and chatted normally earlier that day, was not the same man who addressed the meeting later that evening.
These were separate “alters” that might not have known of each other’s existence. The alter that addressed the meeting did not recall having phoned me that day, and may not have recalled the two phone calls that came from Hazel — which was when they “switched” —
A few years later, when I had all but forgotten this incident, Leonard phoned me again from next door. This time, he told me, he was in very bad shape. “I can’t get from one second to the next,” he said. “Can you come over? You’re the only one who understands me.”
Worried, I rang his doorbell and he let me in. He asked me to go shopping for him, to buy food because he didn’t feel able to leave his house. “I’m on this new anti-depressant, but it’s not working. I’m in an incredible state of anxiety.”
Remembering that other day, five years earlier, I said “You must be doing something wrong. You need to be in some kind of therapy to figure it out.”
That suggestion just seemed to alarm him. “The doctors at the Allan are doing everything they can for me. Drugs are the only solution.”
That was in about 1990. It was one of the last times I saw Leonard in person. Every so often, I’d read an interview with him, but over the next 20 years it seemed he just kept giving the same interview over and over.
We live in an age of totalitarian Mind Control, and entertainers like Leonard are front-line soldiers — as well as victims. We listen to them at our own risk.