“I’ve found out how overwhelming the media is and the way it drills things into your head, it’s almost like a mind control. If I could control people’s minds, I’d like to put something useful in.”—Natalie Merchant
Sometime back in 2006 I was parked in my bus reading a book, Sinister Forces. I was on page 217 I believe.
But, thinking back it could have been on page 234.
I know it wasn’t on page 328. That would be near the end and even though this is a good read, a fast read, the material in it requires absorption time. There’s a lot of synchronization. A lot of coincidences that require pondering. Universe needs time to work on the answers to the questions floating through your mind. Universe will perfectly place a synchronized moment with a jewel. The jewel is the answer to one of the questions. Universe then comes in with a God like coincidence that answers another. Stacks and stacks of coincidences begin happening.
At this point in the book the author, Perter Lavenda, was deep into mind control. CIA mind control operations. Was it the communist who said, “Give us your child until they are five and they’ll remain a communist their entire life, or was that the Catholic church? I remember the school assembly meeting with Dr. Fauci and Jill Biden. Jill said to the children, “you are the age group, we are going after.” Perhaps if they’ve had five years or more in the public school system, they are ready to become whatever they’re programmed to become; a Manchurian candidate perhaps. Or a willing participant in an experimental medical procedure.
In the listed pages the author was referencing Project Bluebird. The level of preparation for these secretive operations is unreal. It’s also a little black magic. It appears willing, sick human minds team up with dark forces to get candidates to perform sinister tasks at a future date. Dr Fauci and Jill Biden represent the willing, sick humans going after children. Their dark prize.
At the time I was reading this I wasn’t a newbie to mind control. I was born into mind control, into conspiracy. In 1963 I would have my first experience with it at the age of three—Lee Harvey Oswald, and Jack Ruby. When I was old enough to hear the official narrative of the assassination, I can recall thinking it sounded like bullshit to me. Maybe I was seven then, or eight. “Mommy, any chance Lee Harvey Oswald is a patsy?” The older I got the more convinced I was the official story was all bullshit and that America had assassinated their own president.
The JFK assassination is probably the number one American conspiracy in my lifetime. 911 is also in the mix too. If the Kazarian Mafia were to have been successful with Operation Covid Kill and murdered off seven billion people, it would have been by far the greatest conspiracy of human history. But it flopped. A failure right out of the gate in my opinion.
Too sloppy. Poorly executed. Too many assumptions on their part. They probably needed at least another 10 or 15 years of mind control operations on the masses. I speculate. They piled too many lies onto their foundation of lies to the point where adding just one more lie and the entire thing crumbles, so they pile more on. They figure they have no choice. It’s all they know how to do, and it buys them a small amount of time.
When it was time to go, I closed the book and placed it in my bag, adjusted my seat, checked my mirrors, looked ahead at the parked school bus, and…..
I see Blue Bird. Is it just a coincidence that our school buses are named after a CIA mind control operation? Reference back to the communist quote. The children, their dark prize. Is color used in mind control. If so is the color yellow a color used to bring about submission, and compliance? If we were to go down the rabbit hole and look for reasons why a bus manufacturing company names their company Blue Bird would we find something sinister-- Sinister Forces?
As a kid I never rode on the yellow bus that Kamala loves so much. I should have because I certainly lived too far to walk to school. I walked, sunny days, rainy days, or in the snow. My two kids never rode the yellow school bus either. They walked. They referred to it as, “The loser cruiser.” I wonder if the kids who ride the yellow school bus are of a different mental persuasion than kids who don’t.
One year I picked a school route to drive. These kids had a disability, so they went to a private school. Their ages were between 6-12. The kids had dyslexia. I asked them to tell me what it is. Their quick answer was they read things differently. I got on the PA and asked them the obvious question, “Any chance all of you are reading it right and all of us are reading it wrong? Maybe all of us should go to school to read it as you do and not the other way around.” I think I blew a few minds with that question.
One day two kids were arguing over who’s mom makes the best cookies. It was on a Friday. I got on the PA. “Excellent students listen up. Everyone calm down for one minute please. On your cereal box there is something written that reads, sugar added. You don’t need to add anymore. Now listen up. We are going to have a contest to see which mom makes the best cookies. I will be the judge. The winner gets to announce the Monday joke of the day on the PA. Bring your moms cookies to me on Monday morning, and by Thursday I’ll have an answer and I’ll no doubt be 40 pounds heavier. Good luck to everyone.” The kids all cheered.
On Monday morning all of their kids were there waiting along with all of their moms holding a wrapped plate of cookies. All of the moms were lined up in front of the kids. The first mom entered laughing, and handed me her entry and said, “You are a genius.” Each mom had her own funny story to tell about the cookie contest. When the kids all boarded and were seated, I got out of my seat and stood up at the door where all the laughing moms were standing waving to their child. I addressed all of the moms. “Moms, thank you for your entry into our cookie contest. I know I’m going to have a tough decision. Just a heads up. Next Monday is which mom can make the best chocolate cake contest.Do your best.”
We had a winner and the student got to announce the Monday morning joke over the PA. “Why is six afraid of seven? Because seven eight nine.”
Author Note: IN Q I have a series of bus driver stories. Bus driver stories from heaven, and bus driver stories from hell. In the future I might sprinkle one or two in.