A lot of people have written to me asking questions like, "When did you go to Illuminati meetings?", "What did your kids do when you were in your group?", Or
"How did you get there?" How do you balance your activities in the Illuminati with your normal life activities?


This article attempts to answer these questions, so that you can better understand how personality dissociation works in those active in the Illuminati. The description of this day was made possible by the twelve years of therapy I had to undergo. It is a "montage" which draws on various memories of whatwas my life when I worked in the San Diego City Illuminati Group.

I hope that this article can also help those who care for survivors of these groups and that it will allow therapists to better understand how those who suffer from this dissociation of the personality are completely amnesic when they pass from their activities. of Illuminati to their normal everyday activities. 

This is how someone who is a "good Christian" in their day to day life can become a vicious tyrant when they step into the world of the Illuminati, literally changing their personality and forgetting who they were hours before.

7 am: I wake up tired. It seems to me that this fatigue constantly weighs on me, even when I go to bed early. I open my eyes as soon as my alarm goes off and I get up. I am already fully dressed. For two years now, my husband and I have gotten into the habit of going to bed with our clothes on. 

We laughingly say that it saves us time in the morning. I wear the uniform of all American women: very loose pants, a matching top, and moss-soled tennis shoes. I still put on more chic clothes when I go to work.

I get my two children up and cook breakfast, which is simple: cereal and toast. Then I prepare them for school and drive them to the small Christian elementary school they are enrolled in. It is I am responsible for the students of CP in this school. My daughter is in fifth grade. When we get to school I have a nagging headache that I want to ignore. 8:45 am: School begins. 

In addition to the CP lessons, I also give lessons in CE1 and CE2. Before enrolling my children there, I had homeschooled them for several years. I was asked to do a replacement at this school when one of their teachersleft. I was then offered a full-time position. I enjoy teaching children a lot and I am comfortable in the three levels I take care of. I give the students in each class the activities they need to do. I prepared my classes in advance for the entire semester. I am considered a kind and patient teacher. Children love me and I love them too. However, I would like my migraines to stop. Sometimes they get intense towards the end of the day. 3:30 p.m .: School is out. My daughter invited a friend over to play at the house. 

So I remind them that they must be ready to get home on time. I am tired but I also know that it is important for my children to have contact with others. I sometimes worry about their tendency to isolate themselves and encourage them to make friends. We return and we ride in the closed field which is behind our house. My son said to me: "Mom, you are much nicer to me here than when you are my teacher at school!" I laugh, and I answer him: "It's because I don't want to make preferences at school!"

5:30 p.m .: I bring my daughter's friend home. The evening meal is already in the oven, so far my day has been exactly like that of a normal person who does not have a dissociated personality and does not work in a cult. The reason is simple: it is my "day personality" that is expressed. It is that of a good Christian who cares about others and has absolutely no idea that she is living another life at other times! If you had asked me at this precise moment: “Do you have any occult activities during the night?” I would have had absolutely no idea what you wanted to say! Because I had been programmed to act absolutely normal during the day. 

You could have followed me and observed me all day long, you would have had absolutely no indication that I could live another completely different life overnight. The only odd sign were my recurring migraines and the occasional bouts of unexplained depression that I couldn't get rid of and had suffered from all my life.

6:30 p.m .: My husband comes home from work and we all sit down to eat. We are good friends with my husband, although we are quite distant from each other. He lives his life and I live mine. We rarely get angry or even have disagreements. I help the children with their homework while my husband prepares a business plan for a client.

7:45 p.m .: The phone rings. I take the handset, and someone says, "Is Samantha there?" It's one of my code names. I immediately change my personality: "Call back in a moment" - "In a quarter of an hour," said the voice. I send the children upstairs to take their baths. 

At 8:00 p.m., the phone rings again: "Samantha?" I change again instantly. My voice becomes monotonous and I respond in a metallic tone: "Yes, what is it?" - "Don't forget to bring the items I told you about last night". I give the person calling me a certain code that assures them that I will remember their message. This is the head trainer, my boss in the sect. Then I hang up.

8:30 p.m .: I read a story to the children. They are very afraid of the dark even though they are six and ten years old. They always want a lamp to stay on all night in their bedroom. As the evening progresses, they become more and more anxious. "Mom, I'm scared," my daughter tells me. I answer him: "Of what?" - "I do not know". She repeats this often and I worry about her hyper sensitive and anxious character. 

Deep inside I feel that these fears are not normal and that something is wrong, but I don't know what. My husband tells me that I worry too much and that our daughter inherited this from me. I stay with my two children until they fall asleep. I do this every night and it feels like the least I can do for them.

9:30 p.m .: I'm ready to go to bed. I need ten to twelve hours of sleep a night, otherwise I'm completely exhausted. A lot of times I fall asleep reading their story to the children. Just before I fall asleep, I say to my husband: "Don't forget!" I give him the code that reminds us that we will have to get up later this night. He answers me in German that he does not forget. 1am: My husband wakes me up. He and I take turns waking up. We don't need an alarm clock because our "internal clock" always wakes us up on time. I am already dressed. I fall asleep fully dressed because it's easier when I have to get up in the middle of the night. I finally feel myself. I can go out now and I don't feel 'locked in' like during the day. My husband said to me in a low voice: "Go get the children". I go upstairs, and I tell them, "Get ready now!" They get up immediately without the slightest hesitation. 

They are completely different from the way they behave during the day. Quickly and silently, they put on their shoes, and I get them into the car. My husband is driving. I sit down next to him. He starts with the headlights off until we are on the road so as not to wake our neighbors. We live in the countryside. A dirt road leads to our house. We don't have a lot of neighbors who could worry us. My job is to be on the lookout and make sure no one is following us in order to let my husband know if it is. 

Once on the asphalt road, he turns on the headlights and we go to our meeting place. My son says, "I haven't finished my homework!" My husband and I turn to him briefly, in rage: "At night we never talk about what we do during the day, NEVER! Do you want to pick up a correction?" He looks like he's hurt. The rest of the trip goes by in silence. The children watch out the window as the car rolls smoothly to its destination. 

1:20 am We arrive at the first checkpoint at the military base. We go to the entrance which is behind the base. We are signaled to pass. The guards recognize our car by our license plates. They would arrest anyone they did not know or who were not allowed to enter. We go through two other checkpoints before meeting at the meeting place. 

It is a large piece of land located in this large naval base and which covers several hundred hectares. Small tents are being pitched temporarily for tonight's exercises. We meet either here or in two other meeting places, three times a week.

People are chatting while drinking coffee. You can feel a strong sense of camaraderie because everyone is working for the same goal. The work is intensive and the camaraderie is just as strong. I will be joining a group of trainers that I know well. I tell them, "Looks like Chrysa isn't here! I think that lazy p-girl… couldn't get out of bed!" During the night, I am not the same at all. I use terms that would horrify me during the day.

 I am very mean and vicious. The others start to laugh. Someone says, "Two weeks ago she was already late! Maybe we should report back on her!" He's only half kidding. No one has the right to be late or sick. Nobody has to arrive too early either. We have ten minutes for everyone to arrive for the meeting. Otherwise, late arrivals or absent are punished if they do not have a good excuse. The only excuses allowed are a high fever, surgery, or a car accident. Simple fatigue or a car breakdown are not accepted as excuses.

We drink coffee to stay awake. Even in our dissociated personality, we cannot stop our bodies from protesting against waking up in the middle of the night after a whole day of work. I go to the tent to change and to put on my uniform. During the night we all wear uniforms. We also have grades according to our place in the group hierarchy and according to our performance.

1h 45: We attack the tasks assigned to us. I brought my travel logs. These were the "articles" that my boss had asked me not to forget. I keep them in a secret place in my house, in a locked steel box. These logs contain all the information concerning certain subjects on which we are working. I go to the head trainer's office, in a nearby building. I work with him because I am his assistant in the body of trainers. We despise each other. I think he would very much like to do me a bad job because I made a lot of cruel jokes about him. I'm supposed to be afraid of him, which I am. But I can't respect him and he knows it.

1h 50: This room, which is in a building that looks like a warehouse, has been equipped to allow us to experiment on different "subjects". It includes a work table, a light fixture and various equipment. This room is dedicated to activities that are different from what is happening outside so that others are not distracted by what we are doing here. The subject is already there, ready to be manipulated.

 There is also a young trainer with me. I ask him to administer the drug to the subject. We are studying the effects of certain drugs that allow us to better hypnotizethe subjects. We study the behavior of these subjects when they are subjected to hypnosis and various traumas. This drug is injected subcutaneously, then we wait. Ten minutes later, the subject begins to doze off. Her breathing slows and heavier but her eyes remain open. This is what we wanted.

I will not describe the rest of the session as it is still too painful for me to describe this. I believe these experiments on human beings are cruel and should be banned. But the group I belonged to practiced them constantly.

We were writing down all the information in a travel journal during the whole experience. I also had a laptop in which I also entered all kinds of information. We were not only studying the effects of the drug, but also the behavior of the subjects. We thus obtained very complete profiles on each subject since its earliest childhood. I could consult any individual profile to see everything about a person: his favorite colors and foods, his sexual preferences, the techniques he used to relax and a whole list of codes that should trigger certain responses. precise on his part.

I also had a diagram describing his inner world, the one we had created over the years, as well as the details of its various dissociated personalities. The subject we were working on was easy and things were moving fast. At one point, I had to correct the young trainer because she had started a certain operation too early. I scolded her in German: "You have to learn patience!" During the night, we all speak German among ourselves. English and German are the two common languages ​​in our group. 

My assistant said to me: "Excuse me, I thought it was time". I then taught him to discern the signs that the subject was ready for the next operation. That's why I was a main trainer. It was I who had to train the young trainers. After years of practice, I had a complete command of anatomy, physiology and psychology. Fortunately, I stopped the young trainer before she made a mistake. If she had done it, I would have had to punish her.

During the night, we accept no mistakes, ever! As soon as one of our children turns two or three, he is trained to do whatever is given to him correctly, otherwise he is brutalized. This kind of training continues until he is an adult.

2:35 am: The session is almost over and the subject comes to his senses. This medication works quickly and the subject will have recovered all of his or her ability in time to get home by car. I leave it in the care of my young assistant. I go to the break room and have a coffee to relax. I drink my coffee and smoke with the other trainers. During the day I never smoke and the coffee makes me sick. But here at night it's completely different.

Jamie, a friend, asks me, "How's your night going?" I know her as Jamie but that's not her real name. We all have other names overnight. She also teaches in the same Christian school as me. But, during the day, we are not friends at all. I answer him: "Not too well. I had to correct another stupid kid". During the night, I am never kind because no one has ever been kind to me. We live in an atmosphere of competition. 

We are still like cats and dogs, and the cruelest win. I said to him: "What about you?" She grimaces: "I must have made some kids do exercises." She was talking about the military exercises that children aged 8 to 10 have to do. There are military exercises every night as the group prepares for a possible takeover. Children are divided into age groups and a number of adults take turns training them. We chat for a few minutes, then return to our occupations.

2:45: I move on to a new session, which must be brief. This is a "refresher" from one of our members who is one of our military leaders. I take out his profile and study it before I start working. The head trainer and another trainer work with me. We quickly put the subject under hypnosis and we control its programming. We reinforce his mental programming by means of various traumatic shocks and we control all parameters. Everything is fine, he answers correctly. 

I breathe a sigh of relief. He's an easy subject and he hasn't shown any aggression against us. When it's all over, I relax and I am kind: "You behaved well," I tell him. I still feel a knot in the hollow of the stomach when I have to use violence to train someone. He nods, still slightly dizzy from the session. I add: "You can be proud of yourself". I pat her hand. He therefore receives his reward and spends a moment with a child. He is a pedophile and this is how he is rewarded after a good session.

3:30 a.m .: We take off our uniforms and put them away in a special place for them to be cleaned. I put my clothes that were neatly folded back on a shelf. We get back into our car and go home. My daughter proudly tells us, "Next week I will be promoted. They told me I did very well with my exercises last night!" She knows that we will be present, with other adults, at the ceremony that will be organized to honor those who will be promoted. I tell him: "It's good, I'm happy". But I feel very tired. Usually I'm in a good mood. Yet that night, despite the routine, it was hard. 

For some time now, I have sometimes felt a few shivers of terror inside me. It's as if I heard, deep inside me, a screaming child.and adults. I wonder how long I will be able to continue doing this! I have heard of some trainers who broke down and could not continue doing their job. I also heard what happened to them afterwards! It gave me nightmares, but I hid my anxiety.

4:00 am: We arrive home and I collapse in my bed. I fall asleep instantly. The children had already fallen asleep in the car and we have to carry them to their beds. We all sleep soundly in a dreamless sleep.

7:00 am: I open my eyes to the alarm clock ringing, tired. I feel like I'm tired all the time. This morning, I have a slight migraine. I hurry to get the kids up and get ready for another day of teaching. I wonder if there is something wrong with me because I need more and more sleep and I always wake up tired. I completely forgot that last night I was out to lead another life!

Some of my readers may find it incredible that you can live a double life without even realizing it! But that is the nature of this artificially induced amnesia. If the mental programming is done right, our life at night will remain completely undetectable and we will have complete amnesia during the day to the life we ​​lead at night. This is called a dissociation of the personality. Most of the sects similar to ours, which have served the Illuminati for generations, suffer from this dissociation of personality as I have described it in this article.