The Easy Mitchell Assignment
Origins of a TBI Agent, Physical Autonomy, Fire Alarm/Pavlov's Dog
“Hence that general is skillful in attack whose opponent does not know what to defend; and he is skillful in defense whose opponent does not know what to attack.” - Sun Tzu
Introduction
Disclaimer: I have a traumatic brain injury and this is neither medical nor legal advice. I am simply offering an account of events I can remember from the many years of my programming/recovery.
This article is about how far intelligence games can go in destabilizing, disrupting, and overtaking the normal activities that take place within a system. Furthermore, how intelligence games can work to transform whatever activities take place within a system and repurposes them, and achieves this by recruiting the resources within that system, for it’s own destructive ends.
In the future, I’ll work on making an index for all the specific missions of my programming. For now I want to make sure my articles are as well linked to each other as possible.
To read about the other major missions that I’ve written about so far check out:
First major uses of the Normal and Safe Phones
This was the first major mission of its kind where the General had brought into play the Safe and Normal Phones.
The Easy Mitchell Institute was a traumatic brain injury specialized rehabilitation facility that I was sent to still early on in my rehabilitation. I was sent there, not just as a patient but also sent there as a programmed operative of the General. Who knows if this is the only time but the facility on the surface admitted one person, but actually admitted two- the General and I. This is what can be referred to as a ‘hidden set’, and I gave a definition of sorts in the M-day article of what a hidden set embodies.
I was to stay at this facility for a period of a month to be assessed and see what recommendations the Easy Mitchell team had for my on-going care. At that time, I was not a competent operative and I needed instructions for almost every single aspect of my programming by the General. It was so early on, that I still didn’t have any handle on what having a brain injury really meant, and I was confused most of the time. I, also had major issues during this time with speech, information processing, and emotion control, as well as mobility and yet I was still programmed even though I wouldn’t and couldn’t recognize it as such.
A month long stay at this facility was too long of a time for the General to be out of constant contact with me. After all, I was their ‘disabled bad-stock pet’. As I mentioned, in the paragraph above, I was not yet a competent operative, however the General was never one to be unprepared or under-equipped for any scenario. It was just before my admittance to Easy Mitchell where the General had made ready the Normal and Safe Phones. These were two duplicate smart phones. One used for regular communication between contacts of mine and a second phone with the singular purpose of providing encrypted communication between the General and I. For more details on these devices read my first cybersecurity article, were I lay out the basic definitions and purposes behind these devices.
However, since it was so early on I would make one specific mistake with the phones. Depending on which phone was being used the other phone was to be hidden in my backpack. The reason was to ‘show others that there was only one phone in my possession’. However, the stage I was in with my brain injury rehabilitation as well as being newly trained with the phones, I would make a specific mistake. Several times I would forget to charge the Safe Phone over night when sleeping. I would be staying in a dorm like room at this facility as an in-patient. This forced me in the mornings to charge the Safe Phone in the my room and this made both the Normal and Safe Phones at times to be visible and exposed together to therapists or attendants at the facility. However, with what I now know, through surviving both being injured and programmed, the facility and it’s class of medical professionals would not be able in the slightest to pick up on these minor discrepancies in the scene that would get them suspicious ‘that something very unusual is indeed taking place’. I have more comments to add to this below in the conclusion part of the article. Suffice it to stay, the General and I were in round the clock communication for my entire month’s stay at this facility. Almost all of my interactions with the medical professionals, would be manipulated and mediated through the programmed instructions that the General would constantly relay through their Normal and Safe Phone model and system.
Slipping the Pill into my Shoe/Physical Autonomy
It was a strange time in my life to say the least. I was at a medical facility to get help, and yet I had two phones. It seemed unreal and even movie-like at times. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t even fully understand it. The only thing that made sense to me at the time was to go along with what the Safe Phone was instructing me to do. This was because the General had instilled into me the idea that I would find protection, if I just followed their instructions without too much questioning or worrying. The presence of the Normal and Safe Phones at the facility would make me always want to laugh and be giggly inside. However, I was not to laugh or giggle too much per my ‘programming directives’. This was hard to do at the time as I was not a competent operative and could not as easily suppress my emotional states so early on in my recovery. This meant that I’d have to, as best as I could, suppress the urge for laughter which sometimes caused it to express itself out as a slight random smile at moments in front of medical professionals. However, this was not much of an issue for the General because people with a brain injury and early on in their journeys can have emotion control issues. My nights would be spent in part in bed laughing under the covers, were I would let out the laughter that I would spend effort suppressing during the day. Even yet at nights under the covers I would try to reduce the volume of my laughter fits as best as I could. Sometimes laughing into my pillow to help muffle the sound. In short I was a brain injured programmed mess.
Further adding to my delirium-like confused state was the fact that a neurologist that I was seeing at the time, gave me a medication to take but the General instructed me not to take it. Was the General afraid that this specific medication would effect me cognitively in some way and therefore make me less programmable? I’m not sure as they also at the time convinced me that I didn’t even have a brain injury and that I was just sent to this facility on an important mission or assignment. Due to the General’s instructions to not take that pill, at this point put my body on the line in dangerous ways.
Specifically, at this facility, every morning I would go to the office and ask for my blister pack of medicines. Then a staff member would observe me taking the pack of pills to the kitchen and making sure that I did in fact take the medicines- that is of course if they were doing their job properly. The main Easy Mitchell attendant that I had at the time was content in only observing me taking the blister pack from the office but didn’t observe me actually taking my pills in the kitchen area. With all of my programming directives lodged into my head, somehow my brain automatically came up with a solution of how not to take that specific pill and I didn’t really have to think about it that much. I got a glass of water from the kitchen area of the facility, then subtly took the pill out of the blister pack, pretended to pop it in my mouth but would actually grasp it between my thumb and palm of my hand. Next I would bend one knee in the air while I held onto the kitchen counter and would pretend to ‘scratch my ankle’ with the hand that had the pill in it. Then within the same motion, I would slip the pill into my shoe before I finished ‘scratching my ankle’. The near automatic nature and feel of the maneuvering for me, and it’s associated cognitive state, now sounds very similar to me, of what I now know in the psychonautic research as physical autonomy.
The first time that I pulled this move off, near automatically even, was also when I actually started to feel an emotional rush inside, as if I was an actual intelligence operative in the making. I will be honest, there was a rush, but I didn’t cognitively understand exactly what was going on or the exact consequences thereof. It became game-like and movie-like to me as I’ve mentioned before many times. In reality, the joke was always on me. I was unaware, that my programming directives were also damaging my body in dangerous ways by instructing me to take and not take certain medications as part of my programming directives.
Now on the more than few occasions, when a back up attendant covered on the days where my main attendant had the day off, the backup attendant would observe me not only taking the blister pack from the office but also actually taking them in the kitchen and swallowing them down with a glass of water. In those instances, with the backup attendant, ‘I had no choice per my programming’ and I had to swallow the pill. The slipping the pill into my shoe move would not work, when I was directly being observed for the full time by an attendant. Since my body was not use to taking this medication, when in those not more than a handful of moments, I would have to take the pill, it would afterwards leave my body physically and psychologically unwell for many days. This disrupting whatever little amount of care I was getting at the facility as a by-product of being programmed. Also noteworthy is that this was the start of when my programming would eventually build the skill in me to have a mastery over impulses even to the point where I would be able to competently suppress emotions or normal bodily functions at great cost to my physical and mental-well being. I will write more about this in the future.
Finally, where did the pills go after they were placed in my shoe? Later, when I was alone in my room without therapists or attendants, my programming would have me place the untaken pills into a resealable plastic bag- which also was in my backpack. The bag would later be given to the General to take to a local pharmacy for the pills to be properly recycled. It is so interesting to me now, that I look back on how in one capacity the General can be so caring of society, by preventing the poisoning of the water supply by flushing medications down the toilet. And yet in another capacity, they can be so destructive to society through programming a disabled man to extract settlement funds outside of the legal process.
The Fire Alarm Test/Pavlov’s Dog
As I mentioned above, most all of my therapy and rehabilitation at this facility was interfered with by the General’s programming over me. Specifically, this was achieved through the use of the duplicate phones known as the ‘Normal and Safe Phones’. However, nothing would have lasting consequences throughout my programmed years like a series of fire alarm drills, that I would undergo during my stay at Easy Mitchell. At some point early on in my stay, the facility team informed me that I would undergo a series of fire alarm drills to see if I can independently and safely respond to them. When I first found out about this, at first opportunity I got on the Safe Phone and sent a text message to inform the General that I would be subjected to a series of random fire alarm tests. After a few back and forth over texts, the General had sent me a comprehensive set of steps on how to respond in the event of the first fire alarm test.
It went something like this, as I reconstruct from memory:
1. You go out of your room confused
2. You then pace a few times back and forth in the hallway outside
3. Next you go to the laundry room
4. Then you come out the laundry room and realize this is a fire alarm and get yourself to the designated safe area
This was just my programmed instructions for the first ever fire alarm test. When I received these step by step instructions, I would read them and review them probably hundreds of times to try to commit them to memory. Sure enough, one evening when I was in my room the fire alarm would go off. Very much in the manner of ‘the bell being rung for Pavlov’s dog’, I immediately sprung to my feet, and in a similar near automatic but even more intense fashion, as slipping the pill in my shoe, I would carry out the steps that my programming directives had instructed me to do. All this to say that I had failed my first ever fire alarm test at the facility and probably badly too. For the subsequent fire alarm tests that would follow, the General would similarly get me loaded up with steps in advance. Each time, the steps had some variations to the previous time. All in all, I would fail all of the fire alarm tests. This was the level of ineptitude that the General had wanted me to have, at this stage of their game, and so they programmed it into me accordingly.
The failure of the fire alarm tests would set the tone for my rehabilitation for the remainder of my programmed years. Later towards the end chapters of my programming, this would pose significant problems, as the General started to program me to become independent.
Conclusion
It was still early on in my recovery, and the disconnection, confusion, and difficult emotions I felt inside by being programmed, as well as injured, are hard to describe here. Two things are noteworthy though and I’d like to mention them here. All of the discomfort and difficulties inside me would cause me to develop a twitch with my right eye for several seconds at a time throughout my days at Easy Mitchell. Also my programming would cause me to develop a severe germaphobia within me. I would have the greatest anxiety sitting on chairs at the facility or publicly at restaurants nearby, because I kept irrationally thinking about all the germs that would be rubbed off on the seat from the pants of everyone else who sat on the chair before me. I kept toughening up myself by telling myself that to be better agent I’d have to do things that were hard such as sitting down on the germs no matter how tormenting it would feel inside to do so. This is all to say that this is the state I was brought to, by being programmed. It speaks to how much my programming was negatively affecting me, and wearing me down until later my programming would more fully take over and replace the fear/anxiety with a certain poise. Forget about only the damage to the medical system with these kinds of operations, but the cruelty of what I was being put through so early on in my recovery is also hard to put into words.
I started in the beginning by giving a rough definition of what intelligence games can look like and do under certain circumstances:
This article is about how far intelligence games can go in destabilizing, disrupting, and overtaking the normal activities that take place within a system. Furthermore, how intelligence games can work to transform whatever activities take place within a system and repurposes them, and achieves this by recruiting the resources within that system, for it’s own destructive ends.
What the General did here was interfere with a medical facilities skills, expertise, and official processes and completely altered them from what they were intended to achieve, for a patient seeking rehabilitation at the facility. Principally and put simply, the General was able to get the medical professionals of the facility to produce reports of the level of incompetency, that the General wanted me to have at the time. The General did this all without the medical professionals having any idea that they were also made victims in the General’s game. This was done by having me programmed and sending me into the facility, and furthermore having my programming directives reinforced several times daily through the instructions, I would receive through the Safe Phone. Alarmingly, this operation also misappropriated public funds and resources towards a fraudulent game.
What started here at Easy Mitchell with slipping pills into my shoes, would later have me being able to biologically, chemically, as well as psychologically resist falling asleep so that I could pass fire alarm tests when I would be sent into a retirement residence, at a great cost to my health. A major reason, I cannot fall asleep at all in the present day. That is a story for a another day.
Lastly I wanted to quickly mention, what I had touched on above, about how medical professionals would not be able to catch the mistake I made as an operative by having both the Normal and Safe phones exposed at the same time. This is because no matter how intelligent medical professionals may be they are not trained to pick up on even minor discrepancies in a scene that could show that something strange is happening. They may only view things in a medical lens, that even then is restricted to direct observations of the individual patient they see and not necessarily those things around the patient. This is in contrast to legal professionals, who by training are able to scrutinize, pickup on and interrogate even the slightest cues that something was off in a situation. This is why, in the D-Day article, I mentioned how legal professionals are tougher opponents to face, than medical professionals, especially in an intelligence operation.