[James Casbolt]

[I]And to other children all around the world
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On the 15th August, I received the following email:

Hi James,

I believe I have something to share here. As of lately, I’ve been researching all this covert mind control, and for myself have been trying to put my odd puzzle together. When I was a kid 4-5, I have a memory of my farther taking me somewhere underground where a lot of other kids were doing puzzles, people in lab coats. He told me it was a company party for the Eaton Corporation in the Cleveland, Ohio area. But I remember all the kids on a spinning wheel and we were hanging on to the center, and it spun really fast and all the kids got thrown into brick walls; we were all badly hurt. I clearly remember this, yet over the years I have asked my farther about this and he doesn’t remember.

My mother insisted he stop taking me to Masonic meetings for I was getting molested there and one time I was hospitalized due to an injury to my fanny. My farther seems fascinated researching his genealogy family tree all relating to Scotland, Wales, Vanderbilt’s’, and American Indians, and my mother is pure Irish. He is always watching shows about the Nazis, and when he goes to the dentist he never allows pain killers. I remember one time his dentist told me it was rather odd how he endured the pain for he was sure it should have caused great pain; makes me wonder as he was in the military as well. In Catholic school, I always had to go into a mobile lab out in the parking lot where they made me do psychic testing. They constantly drilled me if I could remember extensive numbers in a series. I always remember walking into them [mobile lab] but only have a few memories inside.

When I went to public school in 6th grade, for some reason, my class only had to wear headphones and told to listen to a particular radio station with walkmans. In Quantico, Virginia, I recall several times wondering where 2-3 days went. And one time I remember Naval Intelligence in my room tearing the room apart. I asked "what are you doing?" and they kept telling me to go back to sleep; although I didn’t. Later, my roommate was trying to fix the rattling vent and found bugs in the air vents.

Only 200 people in Quantico went to Desert Storm; I was one of them. The camp was designed like the 3 rings of Atlantis. The Commandant of the Marine Corps for some reason always invited me into the center and into his personal quarters to call my farther. Why me I thought? I remember on one occasion when they picked 12 of us to go out in the middle of the dessert. That was the only time the Iraq tanks crossed the border and it was exactly where we were. I remember them congratulating us, but I was unsure for what reason.

Then I got transferred to GTMO, Cuba. My Gunny had me meet 3 CIA members, and then I seem to have lost 3 days. When I scuba dove there, my friend's tanks would be empty and mine would still have 90% air in it. They all put their gauges on my tank to find it true. Then at discharge process, my final medical stated I had hearing problems. Odd, I thought my hearing was tip top. They medevaced me from GTMO to Norfolk, VA and put me in a sound booth with all these fast cyclic frequencies and lights flashing. Then they told me my hearing was fine and I could continue checking out of the corps. Silent Subliminal I wonder.

Then when I got out, I checked into Ohio State U and this one guy kept following me around while I was looking for apartments insisting to move into his house, because we were both Marines (he worked at Wakenhut). He had like over 50 assault rifles and put them into my room. I told him chicks are going to think I’m crazy with all these guns, so he threw a sheet over them. Then he moved to Chicago. Then instantly, some other Marine gets a job where I work and begs to move in, and places all these assault guns in my room.

On one occasion, I had this girl over and my handler, let's say, asked her to ride on the back of his cbr900. They got a ¼ mile down the road; they said the back tire was thrown to the left and they came back all banged up. He looked me in the eyes ad said don’t ever do that again, I looked back and said "touché".

On one occasion, I ripped his leg out of socket and twisted it up real bad. I guarantee to this day [that with] every step he remembers me. One day, he yelled at me and then got in his jeep and drove off. Then it lost control and flipped over and was totaled. He feared me, although he stuck around and insisted we create a security company CalledShadow (kind of dark I thought) (with a CIA agent who bragged about drug running in Chicago) that guarded an underground tunnel network in Columbus, Ohio near Trabue Road; Marble Cliffs Aggregate Quarry which was partially federal land. It was purchased by a company in Australia who brought in their own security company.

On one occasion, I overheard that the abandoned building west of the Columbus [Ohio] Courthouse has a CIA center underneath. I just always thought 'weird', but a year later I had an experience in a lab room where they were trying to give me a shot in the lab. I kicked the nurse away, threw 2 guards down, and ran out of this same abandoned building, all this security chasing me. I hoped to the top of this huge fence ran out to a public parking lot; saw a car alarm light blinking, so I punched out the window to create a disturbance for my escape. Now my Marine roommate moves away and changes his name, becomes unreachable, and the CIA dude goes back to Chicago and this is when things get really weird.

It seems as if my programming was surfacing. When some new friends stole some things from my house, I found out they did it through the grapevine. Apparently, everywhere they were, so was I. They’d be driving around and there I was, mile after mile, just standing there. They thought "no way", so they called my house to leave a message, I was home. Their lights would flicker on and off, the TV too. They all tried moving away, although I threw their cars off the road and caused severe injury to all of them. I began flying through my TV set and looking into people’s living rooms through their TV.

Twice, someone drove by me and gave me a dirty look and I blew their car engine up; once it was an undercover cop. I have witnesses both times; my friends knew I did it. Every time I came into my friend’s house, their lights would flicker and blow up. When the priests were beginning to be caught molesting the boys, I was driving by a Josephium priest college in Columbus and thought what an evil group and instantly, an entire wing became engulfed in flames.

One neighbor gave me a dirty look and I ripped their front door off and launched it across their driveway with my mind, and his wife ran inside to hide their evil looks. Nobody liked those annoying neighbors.

The 2003 blackout from Cleveland to Trenton, New Jersey: I was at exactly the town where the blackout stopped, or began, I do not understand that one.

The other day, this person gave me a dirty look and their feet sweeped up and they were launched 10 feet away. I didn’t mean to do it. I just got ****** off at the look I was given. Instant karma is bliss; they know exactly what is being done unto them. I’m really a peaceful guy if you ask anyone who has gotten to know me. Just from mind controlled people, we have a lot of anger built up. Just like a Druid, Apparently Jesus’ favorite folk, very spiritual and very fierce. Beautiful blood to have.

Four times I healed a dead animal. One time, 5 young girls were crying holding a squirrel hit by a car. I said "how long has it been dead?" they said 20 minutes. I told the one girl to touch it right between the eyes and I quickly sent prana to the squirrel and it instantly leaped up jumped off the shoulders and climbed a 100 foot oak. Hopefully, I gave that girl belief [that] she can resurrect.

My cousin had only one month to live from cancer. I heard about this, so I sent her prana and the doctors said it was completely gone, [just] days later. It seems I was trained in the subtle energies, which can be used for offense and defense, good or bad. I still get all these calls where they ask if "Jacob" is there or is "J" there and all these weird clicks and pops and tones are playing in the background. I don’t even answer the phone anymore.

But sadly, recently I was flown to a job In Ithaca, NY and just requested to leave and I jumped on a greyhound and went to Rochester, NY for a few days, then flew home. Now that I look back, it was very weird that I did that. I’ve actually found a few other Marines I worked with and they can’t remember entire years, maybe small fragments- if that.

While living in Corpus Christi,, near the SPID, I was walking at night, then all of a sudden kind of lost my balance and felt tingly all over, I looked up and no more than 200 yards up was a triangular craft with lights in the corners. Did I miss time and was beamed back down? I’m not sure if I lost time, I never wear a watch, I just keep track of the days.

For some reason I've always been interested in books on hypnosis and psychology. I wonder why? At the age of 17, I already acquired and read all the college textbooks for a psychology degree, and maybe 100 more. This is most of what I’ve been able to piece together so far.

I have tried to open up more memories by inducing lucid dreaming. When I first began this, I began having dreams of being molested as a young boy as I journeyed to know how it all began. One time, I felt the perspective of being the older man who was molesting me, to understand just how could anybody do that? These memories haunt me.

So much of my mind is closed of late. I only dream forward towards my best desires. I imagine a better future where most of the population quickly joins in harmony and our great minds together as battery ran in series raises the frequency to the fourth dimension.

To inform is good. This requires energy. Energy best spent would be “fourth dimension worldwide holiday”. Imagine all of humanity's power aimed at our ultimate goal. To have this day on a Tuesday would be pure. Tuesday for togetherness. Too much conflict of energies on Sunday. Lets all play hooky on Tuesday - whatta ya say! Screw the dollar for the day. Companies can’t fire everyone. If we try to make it official, that will take beyond 2012-the pole shift where too many beautiful souls will lose the opportunity to shift.

They will have to be born again spending many years adjusting to their new blood memories and fleshy coordination. Even if you survive the pole shift, chances are you’ll be starving, filthy. Everywhere you go it will smell like ass and dead bodies. Then for sure you’ll be micro chipped. Let’s not take that road. Sounds wacky doesn’t it? Look what my power has done. It will work.

Let's organize and pick a day, whatta ya say? Let's do it quickly though! How about before the USA elections? For some reason, I feel much bad coming, Bush may find a way to stay in presidency till the end.

Tuesday- Worldwide 4th Dimension Focus Day

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