How Donald Marshall came to be selected to participate in these top-secret government programs

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Here is a nice and brief info about how Donald Marshall was chosen to participate in to these projects were he has been. Thanks to Rogue one for this.

Marshall is often asked how he came to be selected to participate in these top-secret government programs, especially at such a young age.

According to Marshall, his childhood was “normal enough”, as he grew up, living with his mother, step-father and three brothers in the harbor city of Halifax, Nova Scotia, on the Atlantic coast of Canada.

Smart, athletic and popular, Marshall excelled at both sports and academics in school. After graduation, he found success working in building and construction.

“Life was good,” says Marshall, until the day shortly after his 30th birthday.

Marshall explains that he was living in Dartmouth at the time, right across the bay from the city of Halifax. He remembers opening his eyes one night to find his roommate standing over him.

“Come with me,” he said.

As Marshall started to get up, he discovered that he was not sleeping in his bed, but was resting on a narrow cot.

Looking around, he noticed that he wasn’t in his bedroom, but was instead inside a small, dark room with thick concrete walls, empty except for the cot.

“What’s going on?” Marshall wanted to know.

“Just come on,” his roommate replied.

Silently, Marshall followed him out of the room and down a corridor that opened onto a wide concourse. As he looked around, Marshall realized that he was inside some type of large indoor sports stadium, although he had no idea how he had gotten there.

I thought I had been kidnapped, Marshall remembers.

As he got closer to the main gate, his roommate stepped aside, and Marshall entered the brightly lit arena alone.

Looking around, Marshall saw that he was surrounded by crowds. He quickly scanned the faces of those sitting in the dark, all watching, all waiting…

Loud music began to crank through loud speakers as he began to walk toward the center of the arena. Marshall immediately recognized Guns N’ Roses’ 1987 heavy metal classic Welcome to the Jungle as it played over the stadium sound system.

I am so dead, Marshall thought, as he sensed a silent threat from those gathered, as if all had arrived here to witness some sort of blood sport, with his murder served as their entertainment.

Well, he thought to himself, if they think I’m going to cry and beg for my life, screw it…

Marshall figured that if he wasn’t going to get out of there alive anyway, he might as well give them what they came for…

Showing off his rock star moves, Marshall began jumping, thrashing, grinding, and head-banging, as he shredded the strings of his air guitar, screaming: Welcome to the Jungle…We’ve got fun ‘n’ games…We got everything you want…honey, we know the names…

As soon as he began to sing, though, the music abruptly stopped.

“You remember, don’t you?” someone called out.

“I remember nothing. Where am I?”

“You don’t remember anything?”

“No, I don’t,” Marshall said, “I don’t know why I’m here. You must have me confused with someone else. Look,” he said, “if you’re going to kill me, just do it and get on with it. I’ve seen your faces. I’m not getting out of here…”

“You’re not going to die,” they answered, “You’re just going to wake up back in your bed.”

“Then, if I’m not going to die,” he said, “I want to go now.”

Marshall says that next they told him that he was very special, and then all went black.

When he opened his eyes, Marshall found himself back in bed, with his heart pounding and mind racing.

What was that? he thought. Had he just been dreaming? It had felt too real to be a dream, but if it wasn’t a dream…what was it?

What Marshall didn’t know was that he was not in his real body while at the cloning center, but was activating an identical clone. He would come to learn that he had not been kidnapped or abducted at all, in fact, his real body never left and was still sleeping in his bed back home. He would later find out that while there, he was in temporary use of an identical clone body that feels, according to Marshall, as real as real.

What’s more, those he met at the cloning center weren’t in their real bodies either. They were also activating clones as well and actually lived all over the world.

At first, he didn’t tell anyone, but in time Marshall decided to share his “dream” with a few friends. While they didn’t know what to think, they all believed him, for Marshall was known to tell the truth. It was clear that something was happening to him, but no one knew exactly what.

Marshall says that over the next several weeks, he began to remember more. He became aware of the many different times he had been there before, from early childhood on. Although, he didn’t know where “there” was, he began to wonder if he was being brought to another dimension of time or an alternate reality.

Marshall decided to move back to Halifax and stay with a buddy, although by now some friends had begun to distance themselves, afraid that whatever was happening to him, would start happening to them next.

“I knew it wasn’t a dream. It was something else,” remembers Marshall. “It was too real to be a dream. But then, I thought that maybe it just seemed real to me because I was losing my mind. Maybe I was going crazy.”

And for the first time in his life, Marshall would realize just why he could never seem to remember his dreams…because he never had any.

As more memories returned, Marshall says he would jolt awake at night with searing chest pain, his heart gripped in spasms as his body re-experienced the trauma from the events that took place there. It was always the same place, he recalled, the same big sports arena filled with crowds watching, as different people hurt him, in different ways.

He remembers that he would wake in crushing pain, with his heart pounding and body shaking, trying to breathe as new memories began to surface. He worried that one day his heart would fail and he wouldn’t make it. He decided that he had to do something to shut this place down, whatever it was, wherever it was, this just had to stop.

Marshall decided to start with the police. One morning, he went to police headquarters in Downtown Halifax, in order to make a public report.

He tried to explain to the officers that when he goes to sleep at night, he pops up in this other dimension, that there were lots of other people there, too, doing terrible things to others and that something has got to be done about it. Marshall said the police just told him to go home, suggesting though, that he might want to go to the ER to get himself checked out by a doctor.

From there, Marshall contacted Canadian Intelligence, and visited the regional headquarters for the CSIS, located downtown.

Marshall says he approached the two officers in charge, telling them that he had to tell them something and began again, saying that when he goes to sleep at night, somehow he is taken to another dimension or something, where the people there hurt him, and hurt others, and that this needs to be investigated and stopped.

“You want me to police another dimension…?” the officer replied.

Then, Marshall says, two psychologists, both female, stepped out from a nearby office.

They introduced themselves and said they wanted to talk to him.

At first, they expressed concern for him and began to ask him many questions about his dreams. Could he describe his thoughts and feelings about them?

Next, they encouraged Marshall to check himself into a psychiatric ward right away for a full evaluation in order to get help with these disturbing dreams.

Instead, he walked out, his mind racing.

Somehow they knew that I was coming, Marshall thought. He surmised that they planned on getting him locked up in some mental ward, so they can dispose of him later.

Where would he go now? he wondered.

That night, when Marshall fell sleep, he opened his eyes to find himself back at the same arena, standing in the center of the dirt pit, with a full crowd in attendance.

Two men approached him and immediately began taking turns punching him, laughing and showing off for all those watching. Marshall said they looked exactly like the two CSIS officers he had met earlier that day.

Marshall says that he was somehow disabled and unable to move, fight back or even block their blows. They continued to pound and kick Marshall, until he fell in the dirt, bloody and broken.

“Don’t contact us again,” they warned him.

“Oh, I’m going to tell everybody about this place,” Marshall answered.

Then all went black and Marshall woke up to find himself back in bed, his head swirling with questions.

What was going on here? How could he report this to the police, when the police are there, too? They are the police…

Just how far does this go anyway?

Frantic, he made a 3:00 AM telephone call to his father.

“Dad, help me,” Marshall said, “I’m trapped in some weird zone, some other dimension or something. I don’t know what’s going on. People are hurting me there…I think my heart is going to blow up.”

“I know what you’re talking about,” his father replied, “I know all about it, but I can’t talk about it,” and hung up.

Marshall was left on his own with more questions than answers. What do I do now? Where can I go for help?

As more memories returned, Marshall says he realized that he wasn’t in another dimension or on the astral plane, in fact, there was nothing at all spiritual about his experiences. He realized that he was just a victim of real people “messing with tech”.

Marshall claims that he is often asked to explain how the consciousness transfer works, to which he answers that he doesn’t know how it works, although he imagines that there must be some way to block it.

He once tried setting his alarm to go off at short intervals to wake him throughout the night, hoping to prevent REM sleep. Eventually, however, Marshall found that he still fell deeply asleep.

He has even tried to stay awake as long as possible which, Marshall says, only works for several days before the body just shuts down. In that case, he claims he’s then stuck at the cloning center even longer, while his body catches up on the lost hours of sleep.

Marshall says that he has experimented by going to bed after taking alcohol or prescription medication, hoping that it might interfere with the consciousness transfer.

Marshall reports, however, that he was still brought to the cloning center anyway, feeling drugged or drunk, even though, strangely enough, the clone never consumed any drugs or alcohol.

Once, Marshall even fashioned a hat out of tin foil, and wore it to sleep. He says he got hopeful after several days with no activation at the cloning center. However, later Marshall opened his eyes to find himself stuck there again, trapped in the clone zone, with all those in attendance enjoying a big laugh at his disappointment. They told him there was no way to block the transfer and that it was hopeless to even try.

Some have asked Marshall why he can’t just move somewhere far away, to which he explains that moving would be of no use as there is no distance limit to prevent the consciousness transfer. He says they have told him at the cloning center that they will find him wherever he goes. Marshall claims that he could even move to Antarctica and they’d still activate him and bring him to the cloning center.

Others have suggested that Marshall try prayer as a means to ask God for help. He says he tried praying many times as a kid stuck there, desperate to find a way out.

They would just laugh, and then hurt him more, asking, “Where’s your god now, Don? Where he at?”

Some say that Marshall is just dreaming and that the experiences he describes are simply vivid dreams.

Marshall replies that what he experiences at the cloning center feel nothing like a dream; the details are as clear as real-life experiences, and time passes as slowly as time passes in real life. What’s more, when you wake up, it’s not like remembering a dream, he says, but more like remembering the events from the previous day.

“They’re not dreams,” says Marshall, “I wish they were…”

Hard to believe?

Can one have years of experiences stored within the brain, with virtually no memory of them?

Two recently published scientific studies show that memories can indeed be blocked and even completely erased from conscious memory.

The October 2014 issue of the journal Neutron published a study conducted by researchers at the UC Davis Center of Neuroscience and Department of Psychology where light was effectively used to track the specific nerve cells in the cortex and hippocampus that were activated in learning and memory retrieval and switch them off with light directed through a fiber-optic cable.

Known as Optogenetics, researchers were able to use this new technique to test a long-standing theory concerning how memories are formed and stored within the brain.

Neuroscientists have long believed that learning is processed within the cerebral cortex of the brain, but retrieved again through the hippocampus.

This small structure deep within the brain reproduces the memory upon retrieval, allowing for the event to be re-experienced again, and remembered. In cases where the hippocampus is damaged, researchers say, patients lose decades of memories, still stored within the brain, with no way to access them.

Drs. Tanaka and Wiltgen demonstrated this by placing mice in a cage where they received a mild electric shock. Then, by switching off specific nerve cells in the hippocampus, the mice lost all memory of the unpleasant event and, when returned to the same cage, did not demonstrate any typical freeze or fear response, but instead nosed around the cage, eager to explore their new environment.

Another test published in the March 2016 issue of the scientific journal, Nature, set out to study not only how to block unpleasant memories stored within the brain, but also how to effectively erase them completely.

Dr. Cornelius Gross, of the European Molecular Biology Laboratory in Italy, led a research team to study the way the brain erases memories as it creates new ones.

Gross’ team first monitored the strength of the synapses within the brains of mice during different behaviors.

Then, through the use of drugs, they blocked those same synapses.

A rapid loss of strength was found within the synapses, Gross reports, in that “it seems that within a day – a half hour even – [the mice] were losing everything they’d learned during the week.”

Dr. Gross hypothesized that blocking the synapses would be like “clamping a hose”, in that the memories would still be there, but would no longer be accessible.

And in time, as the synapses lost strength, those memories could be erased, completely.

Is it possible that the Illuminati have the technology to select which memories one is allowed to remember and which memories one will forget?

According to Marshall, elite scientists have been manipulating memory for decades, and have the ability to turn on and off access to a memory with just the “push of a button”.

In this way, he claims that this top-secret technology allows them complete control of the brain, in that they can decide who remembers, what they remember and who never will.

Marshall claims that Illuminati members have always had access to top-secret science and technology that are years beyond what is officially released to the public.
Marshall maintains that this tech was perfected many decades ago, and has been utilized since to bring many to the cloning center for a variety of reasons.

He says some are brought to be interrogated for passwords and professional secrets, while others are brought for to be tested to see whether they would make loyal Illuminati members.

Some are simply brought to be used and abused for sport, which presents a disturbing thought as to just how many of the public have been transferred there in their sleep with no conscious memory?

If this is true, it would explain why Marshall was unable to access any memory of attending the cloning center for years, until the elite decided it was time to mechanically release these memories to his present consciousness.

Marshall says that he was allowed to remember at the age of 30. Over the course of several months, he was able to put together some of the missing pieces, although, he says it took years to understand the full extent of the technology involved.

With his memories returning, Marshall says that he began to remember more about his double life, as an unwilling participant in top-secret scientific experiments held at the cloning center.

He says that he began to recognize many of his family members there, and would sometimes see them sitting in the stands, with some participating, others just watching. He recognized his mother, brothers, step-father and his step-father’s family, all there.

Marshall realized that his entire extended family was involved and that they all played a part in this, but at first, wasn’t sure how.

In conversations with them there, however, his family seemed completely aware, in that, they were not memory suppressed about the time they spent there. They remembered what happened every time they were there, and would remember again when they woke up. It seemed that he was the only one, Marshall realized, that could not remember.

He says that later he would learn the truth about his family, and the deep ties they had to the Illuminati that went back generations.

Although, appearing to others as “regular people with regular jobs”, they were secretly in service to this dark organization, as ground-level members, always eager to improve their standing there.

What’s more, Marshall would learn that his mother had actually sold him to the Illuminati, at the age of 5, to be used, abused and discarded in time. He became what is known there as a slave, one with no human rights, no hope of freedom, forever trapped in a high-tech hell with virtually no way out.

Marshall explains that this is one way to gain full membership within the organization. If a parent selects a child to sell, to be used in any way they see fit, in exchange, the entire family benefits in terms of opportunities and favors granted from the other Illuminati members.

While the rest of the family will attend cloning during their dream state, and watch the nightly atrocities inflicted upon the sacrificed child, the victim himself will remain memory suppressed and will not remember the perversity that takes place there.

Children are always in high demand there, Marshall tells us, and like him, most remain memory suppressed about how they spend their hours of sleep. Once they reach adulthood, however, the Illuminati can decide whether or not to unsuppress them and release their locked memories to conscious recall.

Marshall says that if they can be useful to the organization, the Illuminati will memory unsuppress them and select them to hold key positions in law enforcement, local government, etc., where they can assist in any cover-ups and help to maintain secrecy and safety for all members involved.

If, however, these victims are not useful in any way, the Illuminati can choose to leave them memory suppressed forever. That way, they will never remember and usually end up as damaged, addicted adults with unexplained fears and phobias. Marshall says some don’t make it and end up killing themselves instead.

Marshall explains that he has since learned that elite scientists must take great care when releasing a person’s suppressed memories, in that, the memories must be gradually released over a period of time, so as not to cause any unwanted results.

Marshall claims that this is what happened in the much-publicized case of brothers Lyle and Erik Menendez, tried in 1994 for the shotgun murders of their wealthy parents, media executive Jose Menendez and wife Kitty Menendez.

On August 20th, 1989, a 911 operator received a frantic call from Lyle Menendez, saying that someone had killed his parents.

When police arrived, they found the bodies of both in the den of their luxury Beverly Hills residence. Jose Menendez had been shot in the back of the head, while Kitty Menendez had been shot repeatedly while trying to escape the killers.

With no suspects in the double murders, the case remained unsolved until police discovered tapes of Erik Menendez confessing his involvement in the killings to a therapist.

Both brothers were charged in the multiple murders and, if convicted, could receive the death penalty.

The brother’s first trial, broadcast on Court TV, created a national frenzy, by providing daily coverage of the trial.

When the jury deadlocked, unable to agree to a verdict, the prosecution vowed to try the brothers again.

Three years later, both brothers were retried, convicted of two counts of first-degree murder and conspiracy to commit murder, and sentenced to life without possibility of parole.

Many at the time wondered what would have caused the Menendez brothers to kill their parents in such a brutal way.

Marshall explains that their father, Jose Menendez, a successful media executive, was also a loyal member of the Illuminati, and as such, was required to attend secret meetings at the cloning center, and bring the entire family.

Marshall explains that both brothers attended cloning, where they spent their hours of sleep surrounded by acts of sick perversity.

Coming of age as young adults, Marshall claims that both were in the process of being “awakened” to the truth about their twisted childhoods.

While he could find no one able to understand his memories, Marshall says that the brothers were able to discuss their strange dreams with each other, dreams they both shared in detail. By corroborating each other’s experiences, the Menendez brothers realized that they were not imagining things, and once they discovered the truth, struck back at those responsible.

Marshall claims to have met both brothers at cloning years ago. He says they agreed to a bargain with the Illuminati not to reveal what they remember about growing up at the cloning center and the perverse acts they witnessed in their dreams, in order to escape the death penalty.

Marshall says he was disappointed at the time and wanted them to tell all, so that the world might learn the truth about the abuse that takes place within prominent Illuminati families at top-secret cloning centers.

As time passed, more and more memories surfaced for Marshall.

He was able to remember the pain and suffering he endured there nightly, all the while realizing that his family had been there from the very beginning, had watched all this from the stands, but did nothing to help him.

Over time, Marshall’s thoughts turned to revenge.

Marshall had in his possession a special sword, one that he had ordered and purchased years before.

Lately, he found his thoughts returning to this sword, imagining the weight of it in his hand, as he swung at his mother, his step-father, those that he had trusted and had betrayed him.

He dreamed of the night, when he would wait until dark. Then he would carefully remove the sword and leave, walking quickly through the quiet neighborhood.

Once he had reached their house, he would wait outside until all had gone to bed for the night.

Then, when the time was right, he would kick down the front door, entering with sword drawn.

Marshall would find his parent’s bedroom, where they lay sleeping, and start chopping and hacking each one into bloody pieces.

I might as well, he reasoned, I’m doomed anyway.

Marshall knew though, that he would be quickly arrested, and confined to a prison cell for the rest of his life.

He decided that it would be better to find a way to tell the world and expose them all at the same time.

He says, “I’ll get them better if I get them smarter.”

As of now, Marshall continues to be activated at the cloning center nightly, with no way to block the consciousness transfer.

He is sometimes asked how he manages to keep on. Some say they would have taken their own lives long ago.

Marshall says that suicide is not an option for him, as he is the only hope for so many others trapped there. For that reason he says, “I soldier on…”

Marshall says he will never stop speaking out about the use of top-secret human cloning in deep underground military bases until those there are freed and all cloning centers are shut down forever.


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