MK ULTRA angle at The Royal: PG'd

Mind Kontrol ULTRA slaves. Sometimes I wonder if they even know who they are. If they are set free, and that is what I want for them, they will see the world so very differently.

Their masters want them to remain slaves and end up in the lake of fire. That's reality.

I am involuntary here. That is not up to me, I have no choice in this. I can't leave until Doctor Rogers, or the Canadian Government have a change of heart and let me go.

But while I am here the family members, handlers, and various occultists that manipulate and abuse the slaves here want them to remain in shackles of so many varieties.

Perhaps these people see me as a threat. In the sense that I can point these slaves to the only one that can save them. Jesus Christ.

I am not a cult leader. I am not a saviour. All I can do is try my best, by God's grace, to conduct myself in a fashion becoming of a Christian, even while I am being so severely abused.

I am broken. Broken can't fix broken. Only perfect can fix broken. It's simple as.

To God be ALL the glory.