Donald Marshall, James Rink, Queen of England, Cloning Center

Monday, May 27th, 2013 Donald Marshall

Much to relate to you. The past week has been very strange at the cloning center being activated each night after entering the R.E.M sleep stage. Open my eyes and I’m staring right into Queen Elizabeth’s eyes while I’m chained to a cross in the main arena. She says, “So I’m a putrid hag am I?” She has a knife and I remain silent. She repeats herself and advances and starts stabbing, Stabbed to death with the crowd watching. Some were crying and some watching with sick interest and fascination. Then all goes black, I open my eyes again and I’m in a new cloned body, unstabbed, I fall down curled up remembering the pain (pain echo) and some old man I don’t recognize says, “Why don’t you want to hang with us Don?” I stand and say “Because you’re the creepiest bunch of loser perverts in the world and you should be put to death.” Then someone says, “Are you calling my mom a pervert?” and then multiple people crawl over the hockey boards and come out like savage zombies to tear my arms off… they are only trying to be seen and heard by the celebrities there but they have no material to say or do so they jump at any chance. So I fight while I can, and try to blank my mind until I can wake up. I’ve been introduced to many “super soldiers” abductees who don’t know exactly what is going on and are manipulated and deceived nearly daily since childhood.

James Casbolt has been there in the stands. have spoken to him some, but he’s not there every time and is partially memory-suppressed. James Rink is nearly totally memory suppressed and as a result, acts drunk and out of it. As a clone, he wasn’t allowed to retain the memory as they’d test him with brain scans and sodium pentathol (truth serum) and he would have sought help and informed us as much as he could, so they left his memory suppressed.

He tried to help me when he was there in the stands and things would start to get edgy like someone was trying to raise the ire of the crowd to attack me. James Rink would (drunkenly) try to tell a joke!!! He’s known for his jokes there and says, “UM, have you guys heard the one about the chicken and the octopus?” Time freezes like lol and everyone looks at him. He has a big smile on and looks a little shaky but is happy to have turned their attention away from me.

3 days ago I opened my eyes there and they were all acting happy. People said there would be no more pain for you because you have been promoted from victim to member. I said, “I’m never joining this shit. I am not a scumbag that would attend this retardedness and I hate you freaks!” They all acted sad and depressed, I said that and they told me the new way things would go. The super soldiers and I were entertainment for the old filthy perverts and the Vrill and parasitic human hosts of Vrill. The Mk Ultra scenarios we have been put through are like short films they watch to test our reactions, bravery, and strength in the face of adversity…

But the super soldiers are grown up now, and at 30 years old, sometimes the memories will trickle back to you so they induct these people into the Illuminati around that time or just kill them… They showed me the new line of super soldiers. A list of only the cutest children and they had me sitting in the stands a few nights ago. They brought out about 8-10 of them… but I was told not to laugh or make fun. The clones of these kids came out into the arena in single file in skin-tight black stretchy suits with a utility belt, a little knife strapped to the leg, and a pistol on the hip… They looked at me and said, “Ready for inspection SIR!”

The new line of Super Soldiers. The Illuminati wants me and the others there to be a part of running these children through traumatic scenarios for humor and to mess with them terribly. I wasn’t going to play along, so I said “You brats aren’t super soldiers, you’re a buncha little kids and this is a very scummy place. Don’t believe these rotten people… don’t trust your scuzzy parents or the dirty uncle that brought you here… you are victims.”

One of the little boy super soldiers said “But you guys get smarter and faster than normal. I said “Nope… no super soldiering for you” The kid pulled the gun out and shot me in the stomach, just like that, I had my pain sensors off so It felt kinda weird but no pain. I was lying in the stairway leading up into the stands bleeding and I laughed a little bit. Others in the crowd laughed too… The kid says “I’m sorry, are you going to be ok?” I said “Yup supa soldier, I’ll be fine,” and everyone laughed. He was excited to be the center of attention and shot me again. This time in the chest through the lung, “AWWW” everyone says in the crowd… the kid says “What?” then some old man in the crowd says “HE’S NOT GONNA MAKE IT NOW!”

Well, the kid freaked, dropped the gun, ran over and climbed the hockey boards, ran up the stairs, and started crying and hugging me, I knew the freaks were going to try to scare this kid because they did the same kind of things to me when I was a kid, I said as best I could while coughing up constant blood. “Don’t worry okay, this isn’t even my real body.” Once your lung is punctured you can cough the blood up like vomit and breath and talk for a bit until the lungs get too full of blood. You can also cover your mouth and nose and pressure exhale hard and the blood will come out of the bullet hole until air bubbles out. Same thing, you can talk and breathe again for a short time until you lose too much blood, then you’re sick, immobile, and then all goes black.

I told these kids I would get them out of there as soon as I could. The strange thing is, the prime evils thought this would solve everything, Told me I could do whatever the hell I wanted to these unfortunate mini super soldiers in the making, beat them, have sex with them, or scare them with the Mk Illusions, They seemed totally convinced this would bring me over to their side. They know I hate child molesters and the whole operation they run… strange their reaction when I laughed and refused… they acted sad and depressed like the last chance was done. Some cried and some threatened, it was pretty ridiculous… they called me a fool and said they’d not be activating me again, I said “Yup just like every night,” and they called me an idiotic loser with no libido (sex drive) and deactivated me…

The next night, I open my eyes to look into the withered sick saggy bulldog face of Queenie Elizabeth staring at me with hatred. I was chained to the same cross in the center of the arena yet again, she said nothing so I said “Good to see you losers aren’t going to bring me here anymore, I’ve almost forgotten the stench that emanates from the bait bucket Elizabeth calls a vagina.” The retard snarls and came in stabbing… my pain sensors were on this time though and I screeched like a squirrel. (everyone does with extreme pain) It’s not like the movies.
She continued for a while and no one was saying anything. NO ONE BUT JAMES RINK!!! LOL, he says with a shaky voice “H-h-have you guys heard the one about the…” and Elizabeth shouts “Shut up James,” and the guy sitting in the stands says, “ok,” and looks to his feet. It continued for a little while. I spit in her face when I could, couldn’t kick, they had connected my ankles with a chain and the chain went in behind the post of the cross I was on, couldn’t kick… so the hag just stabbed, and then started slicing long lines on me, kids were crying, some saying mommy don’t bring me here, I’m scared, this and that, and Elizabeth just relished it all… the attention, the fear… she is beyond psychotic retarded. That was 2 nights ago, I wasn’t activated last night for the first time in a while. I hope I’m not there tonight either.

Transcript Conversation Between James Casbolt and Donald Marshall

James Casbolt: Okay this is what happened at the Super Soldier Summit. Myself and another couple of men came into people’s hotel rooms at night. James Rink talked in more detail about his Super Soldier Talk and showed pics of the busted locks. We took a group of about 17 of us to two trucks waiting in the car park. The group was divided into two and our truck headed to Area 51. My wife Haley was in our group along with James Rink and other men and women. Gyno chairs were on board and we had the women strip and sit on them where we measured their orifices with speculum for the alien/human breeding program and doctors took notes. Upon arrival, we were greeted by Nazi leadership from WW2 who took the medical notes. The woman were then dressed in black leather Nazi SS uniforms, like dominatrix suits with zippers on the crotch. We all then walked into a lab with small grey technicians. The women were all then put on a line on a bench, bent over, and unzipped the crotch area. The small greys then went about giving them some kind of super enemas and harvesting their feces into a tank which they use as some kind of drug. This event is connected to the events at the cloning center Donny talked about above.

Donald Marshall: They have many methods to mess with people, I remember the zipper crotched pants, Vrill eat human Excrement (shit) it tastes like candy to them. Many people attend the place, and many are on my friends list even. Some remember and talk to me occasionally; some are memory-suppressed and only remember certain things they were allowed to retain. The super soldiers have been put on display there to exhibit pleasure techniques, AND for a grim torture show for the rich and famous to enjoy. The people in the stands go on a wide variety of drugs and have sex during the screaming the victim does. (usually me) The new line of super soldiers are in for a terrible time. Some of the older super soldiers are still victimized regularly, especially the ones who have voiced their opinions about how they don’t like the place and don’t want to attend. You’d never be the same, They’d mess with you using fear-based stuff and if you steeled your nerves and were brave, they would torture you until you cried and begged for them to stop just to have a sense of victory over you. Would be a bad time.

Awake Parent: Donald, have you tried using some energy techniques, e.g. the sokaisi to protect your soul from being grabbed by them? Surely, there must be some way to help you!

Donald Marshall: Roman Catholic. Baptized, I don’t go to church though. Nope, heart problems and headaches. I don’t see any entities in waking hours lol. They monitor my every move and thought though… with the MK Ultra stuff… artificial telepathy tech. I’m on a GPS tracker too somehow and they know where I am at all times. Like the movie The Truman Show. Stopped praying when I was a teen… pray to be saved, and get tortured anyway,… I just gave it up, also it seemed to arouse the freak clones there when I’d attempt to pray. Prayer does not deter Vrills or clones from torturing anyone in any way. Only the necessary chips for me, mind voice chip and tracking chip. They didn’t want to affect my intellectual capacity as it would have affected my song production and TV ideas and stuff. Supposedly one in the head, one in the guts, and one in the right forearm.

Super Soldier Summit May 2013

Super Soldier Summit May 2013

Broken Lock in my Hotel Room from Mass Milab Abduction to Area 51,

Donald Marshall, James Rink, Queen of England, Cloning Center

James Rink and James Casbolt August 2013

Interview: supersoldier Steve Strom (only ENGLISH footage)

This is an interview with a supersoldier, Montauk Project survivor, Solar Warden pilot, Nach Waffen officer and a great brave guy, Steve Strom whom I met during the event Montauk Adventure Getaway organized by James Rink (YouTube channel: Supersoldier Talk). This interview was recorded on August 13, 2023 at 1889 Montauk Highway, Amagansett, Long Island, New York and I am very proud I had a chance to spent few days with Steve, his beautiful wife Sandy and other supersoldiers who gathered at the spot which does not bring the best memories to any of them. I hope all of them are doing well and will continue their lives with less traumas and health issues inflicted to them by disgusting military experiments…. I love you, guys.

The Black Terror A Martian Memory

The Black Terror A Martian Memory

The Black Terror. A historical analysis of the darkest period in recent Martian memory.

By John Whitberg

No overview of recent galactic history, let alone Martian history, would be complete without an examination of the period since dubbed “The Black Terror,” so named for the uniforms worn by its enforcers. Yet, this period is seemingly always overlooked by galactographers, due to its darkness. But such a rosy and incomplete image can be of no benefit. Let’s examine “The Black Terror.” The events leading to it. Its consequences. Its legacy. And finally, what happens now.

The Black Terror is generally defined as having started on May 28th, 1945, and to have concluded on March 3rd, 1990, with the signing of the Olympus Mons Treaty. The Black Terror itself is the period between those dates, during the planet- wide illegal German occupation, which was marked by constant sectarian violence, civil war, both hot and cold, and planet-wide martial law, resulting in mass rioting and severe food shortages in some provinces.

The background of this period leads, as all SSP roads lead, to WWII. After the German humiliation, the aristocracy decided to relocate off planet for good. While a great many missions had been already undertaken already, the true Interstellar Colonial era had not begun. The first permanent Lunar colony was established on April 23rd, 1945, in the final hours of the war. In mid May, a large fleet was sent to Mars. On May 28th, 1945, the German fleet reached Mars and annexed the planet in its entirety. They announced their arrival by dropping neutron bombs on the indigenous cities on the surface, and began placing settlers in strategic and favorable locations. So began the civil war.

Initially, the new administration was marked by confusion and severe bureaucratic inefficiency. Despite the new German occupiers considerable technological superiority over the indigenous, they had arrived on unfamiliar ground, and with such hostility that retaliation was inevitable. Military leaders on both sides were assassinated with such frequency that it was often difficult to know who was even in charge at any given time. Settlements were also frequent targets of attack, to the point that most Martian indigenous peoples became nomadic. Prior to the war, the Martian raptors and indigenous humans had built cities on the surface. All were destroyed in the war.

The war also sparked racialized violence. The Martian indigenous humans, Mars Ant Beings, and Martian Raptors, who had previously coexisted with relative peace, all had German propaganda inserted into their communities via V2K and spies. They disseminated racial propaganda, to make the 3 indigenous communities divided. However, this created many problems for the Germans also, as it caused numerous partisan guerrilla groups to sprout, most of them anti-German.

The Black Terror is considered to have reached its peak in the 1970s, when corporations entered the fray, and began supplying all sides with better weapons, and, most alarmingly, surveillance tech. Due to its rickety political situation, corporations had previously had a limited presence on Mars. However, the Germans invited them more, beginning in 1972, in order to end the conflict in their own favor. The corporations instead began selling weapons to all sides, greatly escalating the conflict. However, this also marked the beginning of the end of The Black Terror.

After the corporate involvement, and the following escalation and equalization of forces, the Germans began to see a need to end the civil war. Many ceasefires were called, then immediately broken, throughout the 1980s. The conflict ended at last on March 3rd 1990, with the signing of the Olympus Mons Treaty, at the newly built German diplomatic compound in the area. All 4 official recognized governments of the conflict signed, and the few remaining partisan groups were quickly defeated or capitulated.

The terms of the treaty were perhaps as fair as could be expected. The Germans agreed to cede large parts of Mars to the indigenous groups, in exchange for untouchable territory. This allowed them to build their new capital of Neu Berlin in the lava tube system directly under Olympus Mons. They did this also in exchange for apparent transparency between the 4 powers, as well as all 4 powers being granted galactic amnesty for their war crimes against each other.

The Black Terror has left a tremendous legacy in the history of Mars. All sides took severe losses. As many as 5 million Germans were killed, a fraction of that suffered by other communities. An estimated 30% of the indigenous Martian communities were killed. Among indigenous human Martians, this number rises to as much as 70%. Numerous cities, towns, villages, and religious and historical sites were destroyed. Many of the indigenous dialects also went extinct, as did countless other pieces of intangible heritage.

In conclusion; The Black Terror was a dark and recent chapter of the history of our galaxy. However, it must not be erased due to the darkness of it as a subject, as many galactographers are known to do. Like the Holocaust and Armenian Genocides before it, it must be remembered and taught, and its victims and heroes honored, so that it may never happen again.

Stargate Translation

Stargate Translation

As described by Johnn Withberg.

“This picture from the show with Kristy Campbell, shows a picture of Martian indigenous human writing. The heading is “instruction manual”. The first proper line says, “The Stargate is a very useful device for interstellar, inter-time and inter-dimensional travel. Handle with care.”

The second line explains that for interstellar travel, use the “vesh” and “ka” related symbols on the dial. I’m not sure how to translate “vesh” and “ka”. Those are scientific terms I am not familiar with.

The third line is a warning against inputting incorrect commands which would result in your being fused into a solid object.

The fourth line is for interdimensional travel. The “dra” and “zur” buttons are used for the coordinates.

The fifth line is a warning against doing interdimensional travel which would likely result in opening portals to what we would call “Hell Realms”.

The sixth line defines time travel as “voluntary quantum entanglement”. I don’t know what that means.

The seventh line explains how to travel into the future using the “zesha” and “ka” inputs. Also the date is dialed-in within the green circle in the center of the dial.

The eighth line is for time travel into the past using the “lenza” and “ka” inputs. Again, the date is dialed-in within the green circle in the center of the dial.

The ninth is another warning about time travel, saying to be wary of paradoxes, missing time and “quantum storms”.

Finally the tenth line is a list of things that can’t pass through the gate. It’s a few minerals that I can’t translate.

The White Mansion – Bush Senior

The White Mansion – Bush Senior

Sometimes Bush Senior would visit us, he was one of the programmers at Montauk, all of us kids were scared of him, sometimes he would turn into a reptilian and do sex rituals to please the Queen. The following is a channeled conversation with Bush Senior about my time with him.

“James, do you remember the conversations we used to have about our projects, technology, and aircraft designs for the US military. Some of the designs you came up with, I sketched them down and rewritten them over again for the U.S. military; and I left it with my brothers and sisters to review it. You are a genius and I have rewarded you for your work.

I have taken you inside my homes in multiple countries, and the secret one in Germany, and the one in Washington D.C. with the underground bunker for Skull and Bones where I would do things on you to split your programming. I am sorry for what I have done.

Before I died, I was fearful of what might happen to my soul after I was judged for everything that I have done for the cabal. I told everything to the Alliance. They executed me for my crimes with a heart attack weapon, and used my testimony to indict my friends and family members at my funeral. After I died, the federation put my memories on a screen, I felt so naked, as they revealed what I have done. I am now in the central sun and judgement has been cast upon me, my fate will be sealed in between dimensions in the phantom zone where there is no escape. I abused you because when I was growing up my handler did the same thing to me. How could I do all these horrible things to you, I am sorry. I am trapped here now.

We did a lot of rituals on you. We would give you hallucinogens and you would stare at a screen in front of you in order to split your mind in the middle of an orgy. They put devices inside your penis hole and they monitored your brainwaves while you were tortured. They forced you to have sex with animals; cows, sheep, and dogs. We would strap you to a chair and would program your Sabertooth A.I. alter to connect with ships and off world computers. You were the perfect killing machine. The MIB would use a flashing device on you to wipe your mind of the trauma and bring you back to normal. They would put you back and you look up in the sky and see a light and think it was a UFO; and say that was awesome, while pointing up.

We reversed these memories by figuring out how to edit your mind patterns. We split your mind over and over in a humpy dumpty ritual which is hard because each time you split your consciousness, you had to be shattered multiple times, for each of the previous treatments. Preston Nichols was not there in that experiment, but he is one of our reprogrammers, he is one of our best. Preston would take you places but he had to be very careful and avoid triggering your alters that we created, as they are very dangerous. Do you remember the time before you were sent to the psyche ward? Your alter paralyzed you and you could not move, eventually the alter would have taken you over.

Do you remember the white mansion? Not the White House but another private residence. There are pictures of presidents on the wall. There are flags nearby the fireplace. One flag is American and the other was a black flag with five white stars and white stripes, which is the American flag, but in an alternate reality in which the USA allied with the axis powers. I would sit down there in a suit, top hat, and cane and to read you and 300 other kids in the huge room, a book about the wars, and what we Nazis had to go through. The room looks modern with bright lights and a late 80’s look. I also showed you how you are connected to the Bush family.

I will do all I can to help you get your memories back, you were my easiest programed good little Montauk boy; and this is not coming out of my ass, I’m telling you the truth. You were the best subject of Project Reject, you were put in there for being so stubborn, we found out your DNA makes you very susceptible for being reprogrammed. Though, I am here in this phantom zone, I still have an outsider who can upload your memories back into your implant. After the process is done you will not be the same, you will be smarter, and more cunning, and arrogant, just like we made you. You will have the same gifts but in different ways, you will think different and people close to you will question, is that really the same person I used to know. Your memories will come back slowly in stages. There is something that was taught to you in your classes that I am trying to recover myself. These classes would teach you physics and sciences that the cabal keeps secret.”