03/20/2020
The Ride-Through
On the 3rd day of my abduction and brainwashing, wet-works and social re-engineering by operatives of the mkultra-in-scientology cult organization in early 1988, Alice- the controller/handler- arrived at Max's apartment with some very bad news. "Something went wrong. We're going to have to abort mission." she told Max. Max started freaking out. He knew exactly what that meant- it meant a 'ride-through', where everyone in the cell commits su***de together.
But, that's not the end of it.
Here's one of the deepest mysteries of the inner workings of the cult- they are protected in death- kind of.
When they perform a 'ride-through', they must take the amnesia-drug and then, once the drug is working, kill themselves within just a few minutes of each other. They also take along anyone who is under their control.
This is what is known as a 'soul-group', as was explained to me by Alice when I asked later what was going on.
This only works for those in the inner-inner portion of the cult who have been fully initiated and completely 'converted'- and anyone they bring along with them, like me...
The particulars of what had gone wrong with this operation were not disclosed within earshot of me, as I was drugged but still partly awake. Alice took Max aside to explain what was happening, and I could only make out some of what was being said in whispers between the two of them. Something about the police getting involved and coming over to search Max's apartment, possibly to arrest and question everyone involved in the altercation of the night before.
I had freaked out the previous evening while under extreme torture, drugging, sexual assault and electroshock, and started yelling loudly. A neighbor had called the police. When they arrived I was being forcibly restrained. Max answered the door & told them I had 'mental problems', and that it was normal for me to act out like this. He was making this up. They left after a few minutes- I believe Alice had quickly given me an injection of something to calm me down- put me to sleep- when the police showed up and knocked at the door...
So now, the morning of the next day, the cult's contacts in the police department had sent word what was about to transpire, and Alice told Max "We do not have much time before they (the police) show up."
Max started to get agitated. He knew exactly what was about to happen, as he had done this all before.
"Everything's gonna be changed!" he said to Alice. She hugged him and told him it was going to be alright "Just like before" she told him.
He looked around his apartment nervously holding his hand over his forehead, panicky. "I just got everything exactly the way I want it!" he said. Alice grabbed his free hand and held it, trying to comfort him, saying "It's all gonna be okay. Everything will be the same- you'll see." But he was not convinced by her words. "No it won't! Everything's always different! They always change something!" He reached down and grabbed his composition book and pen and started scribbling something on an empty page. Alice sighed loudly and said "We haven't got time for this." She started rummaging through her large satchel bag she carried at all times and withdrew the works- some powerful barely-cut he**in and needles from a small zippered case. Craig got up- he had been sleeping on the floor- and went to the kitchen to prepare the amnesia-drugs for everyone. Denise and possibly two or three other people were there, scattered around the room like debris from the previous nights reveries. Max, still writing furiously in his notebook, said "It's never the same!"..
Within a few minutes everyone had drank the amnesia-drug cocktail and were quietly sitting in a semi-circle on the floor, waiting for the effects to kick-in. I had been given the cup too, and in what seemed like a moment of solemn religious ritual with everyone in the room watching me, I also drank. The drugs took 20 minutes to kick-in. In that time Alice had fixed up the needle with the he**in in preparation for the injections to come...
At the moment the drugs took effect, some of the people in the room made small murmurs. Denise said "Wowww!", softly purring as her head went sideways, her eyes crossing uncontrollably.
I was given the injection first.
I remember standing outside of my body, looking around the room at everyone silently. I took no notice of the limp corpses at my feet, among them me. The injections complete, I have no memory of what happened next- perhaps a strange creature standing in the apartment, surveying the spectacle. I'm not sure...
The next thing I recall is waking up on the floor of the apartment. Everyone else was either up milling about or still groggy on the floor. I remember Max looking around the room, trying to see if anything was missing, if anything had been changed.
A ride-through sends those who take it to a parallel earth, a parallel dimension. I do not think this technique will work for anyone who is not a fully initiated cult member, whose soul has been altered by the parasitic entities that dwell within their bodies.
I had no recall of any of these events until 2010.
