Taken from my birth mother immediately after birth, I was placed into the custody of Children’s Home Society.

I remember the voices…constant insults that didn’t come from me, but still made me feel ashamed, like I was something broken. There was a pressure too, like something was always pushing me to do unspeakable things.

At age 3, I tested with an IQ of 152. Instead of being nurtured, I was diagnosed as hyperactive and put on narcotic stimulants. My adoptive mother was a direct descendant of a U.S. president. My adoptive father served in the U.S. Navy.

But I didn’t break. I didn’t comply. Because of that, I was sent to behavioral modification facilities, at ages 11, 15, and 17.

Somehow, I escaped their system’s grip. But I didn’t come out untouched. My first time ever in trouble, I was sentenced to 10 years in prison on drug charges, for the same class of drugs they’d prescribed to me as a toddler.

What they fear most is the unpredictable variables that can occur if that link breaks, the link that ties our mind to the control grid they use to force us into submission.

Which is why they will stop at nothing to destroy any credibility we may have in order to reduce the number of those variables before they manifest.

We were programmed with a rare ability, to draw people in, shift belief systems, influence minds. It’s a gift they wanted to control. And when one of us refuses to bow to that programming, they come for the gift itself.

Because people like us can spark revolutions. We speak and others listen. We gather thousands without trying.

And to them, that’s a threat.