"Shed the Skin: The Mystery of MK ULTRA and Reincarnation" - Contributed by MONARCH Survivor, Olivia James the 'Grey Mouse'

4.24.25 | Featuring Olivia James from S5E65 of 'The Imagination'

Shed the Skin:

The Mystery of MK Ultra and Reincarnation

Written by

Olivia James

‘Grey Mouse’

I am walking across a light bridge. I feel strange, but I have no fear. I walk towards the garden of knowledge set far across the bridge of the in-between place. My body feels light as a breeze, with no density, yet my steps make sound.

I am at my destination in an instant. My spirit guide is in the garden, beckoning me with his hands. He speaks, but his mouth never moves. His eyes are bright, and he smiles, speaking words into my mind. He is standing over a stone globe with moving pictures. I see myself. I see my life, but I am no longer there. I am dead now.

My spirit guide asks me, “Where do you want to go next? You can go anywhere, to any time, forward or backward, it makes no difference”.

Reincarnation

Various individuals hold belief systems about the concept of reincarnation. According to a PEW research study, approximately 33% of Americans believe in past lives and the idea of fate. Modern ideologies have set reincarnation in the world of the unknown, a new age notion.

Nightscares

I feel as if I have been given glimpses of prior incarnations since childhood. These memories present themselves in many ways, conscious and unconscious. As a child, images would seep into my early dreams, replaying themselves every day and over several years.

My spirit eyes obtained memories of visions that were not instantly interpreted. I dreamt of faraway lands and adulthood, things I could not have known. I was ancient on the inside despite my small stature and limited years.

The memories continued into adulthood and became more intense with accompanying emotions, feelings, and fear. Who was I really?

Trauma-Based Mind Control

During my time in the MK Ultra program, my spirit was broken along with my sense of security. The woman in white, my programmer and handler at the psychiatric hospital, split me to the bone. She broke down every piece of me into fragments of my original self. I was no longer a little girl. I was something else entirely, a monstrous creation of trauma.

The programmer would invite me into her office to complete mind control exercises. I would sit quietly across from her. Her voice guided me to release my spirit from this world and travel through the ether to distant points in time. I saw myself in different skins, lives, and energies. I was not just a little girl. I was a million people inside. Everyone I have ever been, or will ever be, is set at the cellular level of my physical existence. My mind, body, and spirit hold all the answers to my reality.

Flesh and Blood

As a child in MK Ultra, I became proficient at not only dissociation but also hypnosis and trance. Trauma gave me a reason to learn to escape my body. I could push my spirit anywhere, bypassing boundaries that we are programmed to believe in. Bilocation and astral travel allowed me to launch towards a scene of the past or future. Time stops as you project your spirit. Time is only an Earth trap, and I am a universe.

I saw scenes of life, death, and blood red battles. I had many faces. I had many hearts. I was never the same. The flesh was just a vessel. My spirit voyaged with a count of ten. I saw birth and death in a flash. I saw civilizations rise and fall in one inhaled breath. We ARE eternal.

Dust to Dust

Mind control peeled the layers of my past. The Handlers found “me” and who I have been before. Their process of seeking my mystery was a strategy for destruction. They wanted me to burn up from the inside out, with nothing left but an empty hole.

They built a plan for each asset, and for me, they wanted to use me up in the worst ways. All their nightmares came to life within me. My dark past was a surprising fact that they had not expected. This little mouse held a key to a lost underworld.

They pulled every original injury from me and into the light. I was fully exposed. I could not hide my darkness. My shadow and I had merged in the playroom of that psychiatric hospital. Every rip and tear gave them a chance to create new alters.

The programmers utilized my pain for their goal of power, control, and conquest. My wounds were laid out for them to see. My suffering was unique in the way that I could remember what happened to me before. When I met my past incarnations, I saw and felt the agony of the past. Memories and trance brought the damage to the surface.

The programmer instructed the assistant handlers to hurt me in the ways I met my end in past lives. I would be burned, hanged by ropes, starved, and physically beaten to mimic my prior ordeals. When the abuse mirrored my past, it created a tight seal, doubling the trauma.

Forever and Ever

They tried to destroy me. But, in their process of destruction, I was reborn. A new version of myself began to breathe. I could connect to all my selves. There was an army inside me. I called all my power back to me. They could not extinguish the dark and light inside me. I am all of it. No pain will be pushed away. I want to feel everything. I will walk across the threshold to all the dark places we are afraid of.

My childhood heart was shattered by mind control, but my past life memories lifted me out of that chaos. I am more alive now than ever: a djinn, a psychic witch, a mantid, a slave, a victimizer, and always a little grey mouse.

Keep searching. Full disclosure is the way.

Olivia James

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