BAD PATIENT - THE GIRL WHO SPIED on celebrities in The Prriory for The Daily Mail.

Bad Patient. C J Hart – copyright 2016. There inside the high Gothic castle like white walled gardens of The Priory whilst I was in recovery for an abusive childhood and a prolific weed habit – yet to pay the bills at the celebrity nut house - I was gainfully employed as a spy for a top market newspaper on Fleet Street called The Daily Mail. When Michael Gaines came into my life with his film star friends and his smooth good looks, he bought me into the circle of celebrities and flashy apartments so full of life and excitement that I knew it was the past calling me back to face it. I had once been rich. I was the keeper of all the best-known A list celebrities’ darkest secrets – I had read their files and bit by bit reported them back to my masters at The Daily Mail, Sunday Mirror, The Sun and even The Times and The Telegraph. I started my career as a spy in ex MI6 agencies. Now after the hacking scandal – the media dropped all their spies and my old world hated the fact I was now part journalist. I had lived in poverty for the last years plunging me into fear and bitterness. I felt lonely and afraid of the move to a strange house in the country – it was a house on the edge of a wood. I rented it for six months because Michael had agreed to pay for it. ‘Tell me all,’ he told me and I will take care of you and your son for good.’ I had thought him a knight in shining white armour as he and I lunched at Le Caprice with my son listening to all he said and whispering to me that he liked him. I lay in bed all that cold November and dreaded moving to my new life where I helped Michael and discovered the secrets of my past that I had long forgotten. The move to the Lakehouse was to be the secret spot where I would research my old files and investigate a past that I sorely regretted. I felt frozen with fear at the thought of leaving the big old house in London and decamping to the Lake house in the remote countryside to begin to whistle-blow on the Mainstream press. My son and I left out old home and decamped to the grey clapboard chalet like home in early December. The weather was icy and I was worried about the lousy heating mechanisms in our new home. I was right to worry – the heating came on only when you didn’t want it and the water was either scalding or icy cold. I wish I hadn’t made contact again with Graham Johnston who I had once worked alongside at The Sunday Mirror and before that the News of The World. He was working to get revenge on The Mail and all the newspapers that had abused the privacy of celebrities and he wanted my help. Graham knew already that in Fleet Street back in the old days I was known as ‘the Queen of the blaggers.’ It was a joke – bar room banter and I had never minded that they had used me to spy on The Priory where I was getting treatment for my abusive childhood. The Priory was a Gothic monstrosity where all celebrities went for rehab and addictions. I had gone there for access to the Time Lord as they called him – the director and top doc in the Priory called Dr Mark Collins. Called Dr Who by the celebs because he had the ability to use hypnosis to carry his patients back in time. Collins who charged 500 pounds an hour was able to right old wrongs and reframe the pains and agonies and traumas of the past. I was there because of my shit childhood. Robbie Williams was there for the same as was Kate Moss, Ruby Wax and so many more. I lay in bed with the hot blanket on eating bagels unable to unpack my eighty boxes of junk that I had hoarded. Unable to face life. It was only the thought of Michael helping me face the mysteries of my past that kept me going. He was searching for abuses by the press on his celebrity friends and I was searching for a key to set myself free in the present. Michael wanted me as a witness against The Mail for a whole host of eager celebrity friends of his who wanted to sue the Mail for invading their privacy by hiring me to spy on them when we were all mental patients in The Priory. He was supporting us and I could pay the rent and look after my 13-year-old son with food on the table. I had always adored the parties The Mail held full of rich powerful celebrities, top cops and criminal elite and I had been star guest because of my abilities to access no go areas that they wanted to spy in. Now it was my new friend Michael who had the key to my lost life. I was lost – I had no way forward. I had no idea was the past a key to freeing my present? I would have to trust Michael to delve into my past to find out who I was. Was I such a bad person I had acted for money and an easy life? Had their been more sinister motives and actions? Who was I and why did I do the dirty things that I did? Why had I been a spy in the corridors of the Priory? What kind of a girl does that and why? What else had I carried out and now forgotten – what would my files unlock and would it mean years in prison for a past I had locked away and tried to forget and now the dirt was urging me to clean myself so I could find happiness in the present. I was unhappy I knew that somewhere in my dark secretive past I had lost myself and I wanted her back. I had met them all – all the famous A list celebrities of our day along the long dark Alice in Wonderland corridors and dining rooms of the mysterious Priory. The famous were there for addictions and I was there for my childhood pain. We all were cancelled by the man in charge of The Priory – Dr. Mark Collins who they nicknamed Doctor Who and his Tardis. He had the ability to play with your mind to go back to various times and places using hypnotism. His powers were unbelievable. First, I would go back onto my diaries and my accounting books and bring out the proof of payments for each celebrity and each dirty deed. And then I would write about what they had made me do – the newspaper editors and the greedy journalists. I don’t remember much about their tawdry enquiries – all I knew was I wanted more and more money to spend on the Doctor and his special treatment called the time machine. I wanted to know what was wrong with – what girl apart from a fictional Clarice goes and meets two world famous serial killers? The first I had been eye to eye with was Moors killer Ian Brady all alone in his cell the second serial killer for Clarice was Hillside strangler, Kenneth Bianchi who had strangled thirteen women. I had spied on the Real IRA – made love with their leader. I had no idea who I was and why had I let such powerful men in MI6 and Fleet St newspapers use me – why had I been paid so little for so much spying and used my body to get close to men the State wanted to spy on and manipulate and experiment with? At the Priory - The Doctor had told me to take his special therapy and I would see the past through his eyes – when I did it all looked ok – I was a good journalist he told me a curious hack and I was to be commended. Collins was fascinated by me – he knew who I worked for yet he allowed me to wander his hospital and seemed to be amused by me. Yet he hated the press and called them sadists. Doctor Who we called him back then, but he was really Mark Collins - healer to the celebrities and secret keeper of the powerful and the famous. Michael wanted it all – who knew what and where and who wanted what. He called it Priorygate – but I called it my life. This is how it began and how I came to find myself at a place full of celebrities, spying on them for Fleet Street and how it became my sick job as a bad patient. My Lakeside home was icy and isolated on the edge of a wood and facing a dark Lake. It was Boxing Day and I drove my son and I over to Egham and the Saville Gardens and Virginia water – the day was misty – and it was freezing – there was the usual after Christmas malaise. We were broke and unbale to pay the rent – I wondered why I had turned out to be such a loser? I was clever. I was even a Sunday Times bestselling author, yet I had nothing. Some of my ideas for films had made it to the big screen but none of my ideas were attributed to me. A woman called Anna had contacted me after the publication of my second book In For The Kill - to tell me that I was a Monarch and that the Priory was a reprogramming place that has an underground facility where they programmed Monarchs and that I was one of them. What was a Monarch? I wanted to ask her and why did she talk about Mind Programming surely such a thing did not exist? I was curious enough to google it. It seemed a Monarch was a person who had been tampered with as a child, usually orphans and used thereafter as either sex slaves or spies – some of the men were used as killers or assassins. SPIES. I felt sick at the idea that my life hasn’t been my own but all someone else’s idea and I was a sock puppet. It seemed like I would have to drop down the rabbit hole to find out – the other side of the looking glass and if I wanted to investigate what had really gone on in my days in Fleet Street – with two infamous serial killers and the notorious Real IRA Commander – I had spied on in Dundalk, a no go area for the British Army. I was a Vatican orphan placed into a military and Vatican clergy adoptive family who had sexually abused me so at 19 I had already made six attempts at suicide. I had no idea who I was or why I acted how I had. The past was where I’d have to return to and sneak around to find keys to unlock the past and free me up to find a direction and meaning and happiness in the present. When I met Max Spiers I knew that he was the Hatter. I knew that the part of me that was Alice was also in danger. By the end of that year Max had been murdered by the black butterflies – men and women who had been chosen ones of the Supersoldier Program who were still under program. The black butterflies, mostly Russian intelligence were tasked to kill the ones waking up who wanted to enlighten the world to the ones who had controlled them. It was these Satanists who also controlled the State. I found myself inside a dark world of occult, soul swapping murder and Satanic Black Magick Ritual that I could make no sense of. It was through both James Casbolt who was prolific on You Tube and Max Spiers that I learned more about the Operation Mannequin and Oaktree. Mind Programming – by traumatising the child by abuse, sexual and physical and then honey combing their minds by programming one part and attaching a demon to it - so the victim has special powers that overlay on their own elite psychic powers from their Nordic bloodline which is why they are chosen. The way out of these Magick bonds lay down a mysterious rabbit hole of occult sciences that led to the Underworld. Or was I just a good for nothing, a mad woman trying to unable to face their life was a shit story – a bad patient and nothing other. By Sunday Times Best Selling Author. C J Hart. Copyright Chris J Hart – 10th Oct 2016.   Introduction. by Fritz Springmeier Christine Hart's courage to seek the truth in the face of overwhelming circumstances is to be admired. Her provocative story is an important story, because it alerts us to the horrific trauma that many children are being subjected to by the very groups who claim to protect and nurture us, both the church and state! In her case, it began in a Jesuit orphanage. When Christine tried to figure out the pieces of her life she was told that she'd been subjected to mind control, specifically trauma-based mind control and so began her investigation into her own life. The Super Soldier Program has gone by various names including Monarch Programming (called Monarch because the Monarch butterfly tipped scientists off how knowledge can be passed genetically--plus it is an allusion to the elite bloodlines that have perpetrated this on their children) The children are thus called Monarchs and the butterfly symbolizes their psychic skills. Trauma-based mind control is built on the mind's ability to dissociate & trance, which is passed from generation to generation in certain bloodlines, for instance American Indian tribes (who had traumatic ritual dances and who would wait motionless for hours when hunting), children of Fakirs in India (who would sleep on a bed of nails or walk on hot coals.) Christine's career working for MI6 front companies what is commonly known as MI6’s commercial arm, reminds me in a lot of ways of Candy Jones, who was a beautiful woman who served the CIA in the 1960's. Since 1991, I have been providing what help I could to victims of trauma-based mind control, having written three extensive books and numerous articles on the entire subject. Christine has interviewed me on her radio show with Revolution Radio about Monarch and Project Paperclip. She has also interviewed Douglas Dietrich who worked with Colonel Michael Aquino on his Mind Projects for the US military that had been formed by the Nazis. Miles Johnson has been on her radio show and compiles face to face podcasts of those that break programming due to coming to age 30. Harts friend, Max Spiers who was also a Monarch had been recently murdered whilst making an attempt to access his hidden Magick alters to reprogram them and sell him on. The program of trauma-based mind control is very complex and employs every known method of control; these diverse and numerous controls are then engineered into a specific welldesigned system. The base for common programming scripts includes Alice in Wonderland. Images of castles, rings, elevators, and hundreds of other items are built into mental systems of control using the Wizard of Oz. Those readers who want to investigate the complexities of this traumabased total mind control should use my books. Monarch Programming is a mind-control technique used mostly on children to make slaves for the future adulthood that do not know they are slaves. These people are sometimes called ‘Supersoldiers’ as they usually have psychic ability or ‘Chosen Ones.’ “One of the primary reasons that the Monarch mind-control programming was named Monarch programming was because of the Monarch butterfly. The Monarch butterfly learns where it was born (its roots) and it passes this knowledge via genetics on to its offspring (from generation to generation). This was one of the key animals that tipped scientists off, that knowledge can be passed genetically via bloodline, the easiest to program being Aryan. The primary important factor for the trauma-based mind-control is the ability to disassociate. It was discovered that this ability is passed genetically from generation to generation. American Indian tribes (who had traumatic ritual dances and who would wait motionless for hours when hunting), children of Fakirs in India (who would sleep on a bed of nails or walk on hot coals), children of Yogis (those skilled in Yoga, who would have total control over their body while in a trance), Tibetan Buddhists, children of Vodoun, Bizango and other groups have a good ability to disassociate. The children of multigenerational Satanic Ritual Abuse are also good at dissociation. The Illuminati families and European occultists went to India and Tibet to study occultism and eastern philosophy. These Europeans learned yoga, tantric yoga, meditations, and trances and other methods to disassociate. These skills are passed on to their children via genetics. A test is run when the children are about 18 months old to determine if they can dissociate enough to be selected for programming or not. Catholic orphanages were used extensively for this because the Vatican worked hand in glove with the Nazis. The premise of trauma-based mind control (a version of which was known as the MK Ultra program) is to compartmentalize the brain, and then use techniques to access the different sections of the brain while the subject is hypnotized. Entire systems can be embedded into a person’s mind, each with its own theme, access codes and trigger words. Some of the most common and popular symbolisms and themes in use are Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan and The Wizard of Oz, mirrors, porcelain/harlequin masks, the phoenix/phoenix rising, rainbows, butterflies, owls, keys, carousels, puppets/marionettes and dolls, willow trees, tornadoes, spirals/helixes, castles, rings, hallways and doors, elevators and stairs.” Christine is no stranger to the kinds of things I expose…she was raised in a Jesuit orphanage and had a nun as her handler. She was trained in military techniques and worked for M16 front companies as a spy. She ended up working for Rupert Murdoch at The News of The World and The Sunday Times spying on Real IRA by having a love affair with one of their Commanders whilst she was sent to interview him and bringing down her ex newspaper by bringing in phone hacking via her ex-spymasters. She has recently been figuring out the pieces to her life and assembling them in this book and on her investigative radio show to expose the hierarchy of Jewish evil. I am sure that the MK Ultra Project was used on her in the Crusades of Rescue orphanage where she grew up and lived as a child before she grew up to work for the intelligence community. Blue eyed blondes are often used for Mind Kontrolle as they have sensitivities that are needed to hypnotize a victim in a way that will last a lifetime until a key is found to unlock what is known as a Delta slave and reclaim all her stolen trained parts and use her occult skills to help others. As an important account of how a Monarch lives its life and gains it’s freedom - I recommend Christine Joanna Hart's courageous life story. Fritz Springmeier – Oregon, USA - updated October - 2016  Read the rest of my life story on Amazon under - BAD PATIENT a true story.