Even More Truth

We left off on January 17, 2010, with the multifacted incident that occured on that date at Pearl's house, which was covered up by a certain man we've been concerned with. We call him The Pastor.

He blocked my memory (through the use of hypnosis) of what happened that day. Now, we must ask why he would do this, especially if he is a Christian Pastor.

This man entered the bedroom I was in, while I was talking to the young lady mentioned in the last blog.

She left the house, and this man hypnotised me shortly thereafter. 

He is extremely slick. He makes you feel like he's your best friend. He wears a permanent grin, but it feels pasted-on, like it doesn't reach his eyes (and yet it sometimes does). "Extremely slick" is the key phrase here. There's a reason he got hired by whoever hired him to do what he does. He was in Los Angeles for 9 years, from 2009 (how convenient, because I was at Sue's house then) until 2018. He started in 2009 at the Wilshire Methodist Church as an associate pastor. He didn't become the pastor at Reseda until March 2012.

So, what was he doing at Pearl's house on January 17, 2010?

That's an extremely good question, and I have some proposed answers if anyone cares to hear them.

Beyond that, listen up.

I've said this before, but the man in question is NOT from Reseda. And if you are NOT from Reseda, and you show up and throw your weight around by bullying women and hypnotising me, to block my memory of a crime commited against me - at Pearl's house (my Godmother), then you have seriously miscalculated your importance.

Few people know the origins of Reseda, or Northridge, or CSUN, which was originally called San Fernando Valley State College.

This guy's from Canada. He's likely a top operater in whatever agency he works for. I'll give him that. He's intelligent. He knows the bible front to back. If I am not mistaken, he told me (in a conversation at the Winnetka Ranch House mentioned earlier) that he had a connection to McDonnell Douglas.

The guy ain't stupid. He extremely smart. But he's "clever smart" (not intellecually). He asked me what books I was reading (because he had access to my diary and wanted to know how I'd answer). I said I was reading Oswald Spengler, and he tried to show that he knew who Spengler was.

And he did a good job faking it.

The guy is slick, slick.

But then there is The Ranch House, a situation in Winnetka (a few miles from RUMC) that is so extreme that it requires a special blog.

The Ranch House has to do with sex and hypnotism. And this man was there.

He calls himself a Christian Pastor, and he knows the Bible inside and out. And on the surface, he appears to be a "leader of people".

On a side note, in the Old Days, when I first met him, he drove a distinctive car - a red Cadillac, with either whitewall tires or white Landau roof (or both).

That was in 2010/2011.

But when he became pastor at RUMC, he "garaged" that fancy car.

Why?

Because I would recognize it, that's why.

I would recognize it from Pearl's driveway, and it would trigger other memories.

I last saw this guy at CSUN (near the gym) in yet another hypnotic situation on August 24, 2024, the 100th anniversary of Pearl's birth.

The guy was all stressed out when he arrived because he had to take last-minute red-eye connector flights from Hawaii (or wherever he was) to get to LAX, and then get ground transportation to CSUN.

He was all stressed out when he got there. Wanted to know where the Brown Center was at the gym.

The guy has definite connections. He knows about Underground CSUN (which very few people know about beside the many people who live down there).

This guy is extremely bad news.

But I know who he is and I want to know why he is a pastor in the Methodist Church.   

More Truth

Let's go back to January 17, 2010, the day when I was at Pearl's house, and was accused - by an unbalanced woman - of doing something I didn't do. I remind readers that, of necessity, I am keeping all details vague. However, I can relate them in detail in court (should the opportunity miraculously arise), and in the long run, this woman will find herself in God's Court, because she deliberately set me up. In doing what she did (which was intended to send me to prison), she is no different from a male rapist.

But let's forget her for the time being.

I reacted strongly to what she did, and said I was going to call the police. They may have actually come to the house (I am unclear on this), but what I am 100% sure of is that a man came into the room and tried to calm me down. I am ordinarily a calm person, but as bad guys know (who have tried to mess with me), I will go to extremes to protect myself. I have been plagued and beset in my life by criminals and psychotic people; thus, I defend myself when predatory situations have arisen.

This wicked lady found this out. She had her phone in hand, and was threatening to call 911. She had pressed the 9 and the first 1. She showed me her phone and was daring me to get her to press the final 1. I said "go ahead and call them!", but as noted, I don't currently remember if the police came.

I do, however, remember that a man came into the room (a bedroom in Pearl's house). He tried to calm me down.

All of the ladies (including the accusatory lady) who had come to the house to see Pearl (who was still in the hospital) had left by this time.

This man told me to calm down, said that he would settle the situation, that there was no need for lawyers or police.

A little while after that, a young lady came into the room. She was beautiful and very kind.

She was a genuinely good person.

She and I talked. We had a nice conversation. She was in the room with me for perhaps...45 minutes? 

It was a rainy day. She forgot her umbrella when she left, and had to come back into the room to get it.

The man who had told me not to call the police or a lawyer re-entered the room after she left. He knew her.

He knew hypnotism (and how to "re-set" me), and he subsequently (on the spot) blocked my memory of the entire encounter at Pearl's house.

I therefore never remebered meeting this wonderful young lady until about three weeks ago (in July 2026).

Can you guess who the man is, in this situation?

It's Important To Tell The Truth

Let's start at the beginning, with Pearl's broken hip. Her hip was broken in an incident occurring on January 1, 2010. She did not "fall on her neighbor's porch" (as the news was reported to me by my sister three weeks later). Something else happened (I'm being vague), and it was extreme, and it was violent, and it happened inside Pearl's house. How do I know this? Because I was there when it happened. I can testify to it in court if anyone is interested (but of course no one is because it would lead to the takedown of satanic California).

On a side note, if you are wondering why I would not already know how Pearl's hip was broken (since I was there), and why it would be news to me when my sister inaccurately reported it on January 23, it was because my memory of the incident was blocked. Read my most recent blog for details of how memory blocking works.

Suffice it to say that the circumstances in which Pearl's hip was broken were covered up. Pearl was 85 at the time, which means that a lady of that age (and her dignity) were made expendible so that some sex swingers and cocaine dealers could escape consequences for their involvement in the situation. I can name the ones most closely related to the incident, all of whom are people I know. Above them are Hollywood and the State of California (which includes CSUN and what lies beneath it).

On another side note: folks, if you think you know how evil Hollywood and the State of California are, maybe because of Harvey Weinstein, or P. Diddy or whoever...to quote Jeremy Irons, "You have no idea."

Those guys are just the Famous Monsters who got thrown under the bus, and their crimes, while despicable, are small potatoes compared to those of the bad guys who run the show.

I can tell you exactly how evil the corporate entities and individual elites who run Hollywood, Los Angeles, and the State of California are, and how they surreptitiously incorporate a drug economy into the mainstream, and how they engage in the private practice of things like white slavery (coercing certain women into false marriages). (Hey, Pastor...how ya doin?)

Yes, I can tell you a lot. Which is why they would never have me in a phony, systematic L.A. court. Not only can I tell you things (meaning everything I know, which would take weeks on the stand), but I can do it articulately, and in fine-point detail, in a way that no consigliere defense attorney could refute.

Now that we now the basics of Pearl's broken hip, let's fast forward to January 17, 2010.

I was at Pearl's house that day, though I was still working for Sue at the time. Sue is the subject of my upcoming book, entitled "Diane's House." For the record, Diane was Sue's late sister. Her house was located a half mile north of Pearl's. On a side note, Sue is a practicing Methodist in her home state of Washington. She considers herself a Sovereign Citizen and is nuttier than a fruitcake and evil. None of which is a reflection on genuine Methodists (or Christians of any denomination).

We are only scouting out evil people, a job we must do in the present age.

As previously noted, I love the Reseda United Methodist Church, which I was introduced to by Pearl. As also previously noted, I joined the choir there in November 2014. 

On Good Friday, April 3, 2015, I got a nice compliment from a lady after the evening church service. She told me (in the parking lot), "You have a good voice."

I said "thanks", and we talked, and it turned out that this lady knew vocals. She was a big fan of Elvis and The Righteous Brothers. I am a lifelong music fan myself, and may have mentioned The Beatles and Beach Boys as my vocal favorites.

My conversation with this lady is integral to the story I am telling.

We now reverse to January 17, 2010. As noted, I was at Pearl's house that day. Several ladies arrived, hoping to see her, perhaps to check on her recovery, but she was not home. She was still in the hospital.

During the time that these ladies were in Pearl's house, I got accused, by one of them, of something I did not do.

The accusation was EXTREMELY SERIOUS, and it resulted from a situation ENTIRELY and DELIBERATELY CONCOCTED by my accuser.

It was so serious, and so patently false, that I reacted by refuting her allegations to the point where I wanted to call the police on her (or ask for a lawyer).

On a side note, this woman is a horrible person and a member of the RUMC.

The other ladies who had come with her to Pearl's house (to check on Pearl) (who wasn't there) witnessed what this horrible woman did to me. They know how she set me up and created a false scenario that, in her mind, would allow her to accuse me of something I didn't do. On a side note, she is a nutjob.

The payoff to this segment of our story is that I was so upset by this woman's false accusations against me (after she deliberatlely set me up), that I almost started hyperventilating. Another RUMC lady, who was there and who I can name (and detail our conversation), told me she would bear witness for me if I needed her to do so.

To be continued...     

Magic

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The Pastor

July 17, 2026: The thing is, this guy was a great pastor. We only had two during my time in choir, but he was my favorite, always smiling, exuding positive energy. His sermons were inspiring and succinct. If you had asked me, just three years ago, I would've told you he was a superb guy.

Then, while meditating in Fall 2024 (about 20 months ago), I discovered he was involved in something I call The Ranch House Event, which took place in March or April 2011 at the Winnetka home of a female parishoner. I was present at this event, which is detailed in my upcoming (four volume) book. The Ranch House is shocking, but because it was explained to me as a group effort to fight bad guys (I am being vague here), I took this man's word for it. I didn't know who he was at the time, nor that he was a pastor, even though I'd first met him at Pearl's house 14 months earlier, in January 2010. How is this possible, you ask? How could I join the choir in November 2014, think this pastor was a superb guy, and have no awareness that I'd met him almost five years earlier under extremely sketchy circumstances, and in fact had encountered him numerous, previous times?

Because my memory was blocked. That's why.

Those of you who were around in the 1980s might remember Bill Cosby, a comedian who got famous in the '60s. Cosby was known for his clean-cut humor. He didn't "work blue". In the 80's, he promoted Jello Pudding on TV and became "America's Dad" in the #1 sitcom of the era, "The Cosby Show," which ran for eight years.

Of course, America and the world now know that Cosby was a serial rapist who got away with his despicable crimes until the early 2000s, when the accusations started rolling in. Why is this pertenent to our discussion? Because Cosby used techniques to cause women to "forget" they were raped.

Before Cosby, no one had heard of "getting Roofied" (meaning drugged), and no one knew that getting drugged in such a way would cause the victim to have no memory of what happened.

I am not using Cosby as an example of his method because this pastor did not drug me. I am using Cosby as an example of a man who was widely accepted as the textbook example of a wholesome guy. Except he wasn't. In truth, he was diabolical, not only raping women at will, but causing them (through the use of hypnotic drugs) (and possibly other means) to have no memory of what they'd been through. And in that respect, he is like the pastor who blocked my memory of numerous, significant incidents.

Cosby likely didn't use violence. Thus there were no extreme subliminal triggers that could potentially rise to the surface in the memory of his victims. And the women had likely gone to his house voluntarily. But he had sex with them, after "roofie-ing" them, which left them with no memory of the incident.

Until their memories came back, years later.

I am perhaps the world's foremost expert in recovered memory. I know the entire process: how memory is blocked, and how it eventually returns. Memory cannot be "erased", only blocked.

That's why Bill Cosby eventually went to prison, and will rot in Hell.

As for the pastor, he used hypnosis to block my memory. He called it "re-setting" me, and he used a series of finger movements, subtle commands to turn my eyes up and down, my head side to side. He had me count backwards from a number like 20, or 100. I don't know for sure. But he did it all with a genteel smugness, like he was my friend, like he was my partner in some grand experience.

I can detail everything he did, explicity, because like Cosby's victims, I have my memory back.

But the problem is, this guy's a Spook. Besides being a pastor (which I believe he is), he also - without a doubt - works for an intelligence or military entity, be it American or otherwise.

For the record, he is Canadian. I don't know if he is also an American citizen.

But I do know that he inserted himself in my life. 

He is not from Reseda. He does not know me. He has fucked my life up enormously by hypnotising me and blocking my memory (under the guise of "altruism" or "patriotism").

I will continue to investigate him. I hope I have allies, because I am sure he has victimised others who know what I am talking about. I don't care who he may work for. I'm not afraid of cults or agencies.

I only care about my loved ones.

This guy made a gigantic mistake by injecting himself into my life.  

Church and Choir

Folks, I want to talk about church and choir. I have a story to tell, but because it's so huge, I will have to relate it in segments. And as you might imagine (knowing me), it is part of the much bigger and continuous story of my life, but church takes precedence over all right now, so here goes.

I joined the choir at the Reseda United Methodist Church on Sunday, November 9, 2014. It wasn't intended on my part (I didn't ask to join), but I am grateful that it happened. My five-plus years of singing tenor with my friends is one of the absolute highlights of my life. I wish I could go back in a Time Machine to do it all again. My tenure with the choir came about because Pearl fell down onstage a week or two before the above mentioned date, and her daughter was given notice that she could not continue. Pearl was banned, prohibited or whatever you want to call it, from being onstage with her fellow singers because (as I was told by her daughter) the church couldn't be responsible for her safety. I had a fit about this (which is noted in "The Summer of Green Parrots"). Long story short, Pearl was one of the longest serving members of the RUMC congregation, since 1953. My response was, basically, "How dare they kick her out!" I offered to ensure her safety by sitting with her onstage (as her caregiver), and the choir director said, on that very first Sunday, "If you're going to sit with us, you shall sing." I protested (at first), but that's how I became a member of the choir, which turned out to be one of the greatest experiences of my life.

Fast forward to 2026. Because of what I know now, through the disciplined daily practice of meditative memory recovery, and because I am a dedicated criminal investigator, I question small or seemingly insignificant things, in this case, "Who determined that Pearl was banned from choir"?

And why was she banned, after one single fall on a carpeted stage, in which she was uninjured?

Concerning the first question, I thought about who could have made the determination that Pearl was banned. I thought it had to be the church hierarchy. Not being a church person at the time, I wasn't sure who that was. Was it a bishop? Did the RUMC have an administrative board? I also considered the pastor, but the truth was that I didn't know.

Now that I know much more about the RUMC, I know it was the pastor who made the decision that Pearl would be banned from the choir, at a church she had belonged to since before he was born.

This blog series is about that pastor, and I am wondering if I need an attorney, because I know much more about him now, and the way he inserted himself into my life. He blocked my memory of many significant incidents. He is a profoundly bad guy.

As I say, I can tell a long and detailed story about him, and situations involving the RUMC, which by the way, I love, and I despise those who corrupted it. 

Does anyone care to listen?

(to be continued)

Important Message For My Friends at the Reseda UMC

Hi everyone. This message is for my friends at the Reseda UMC, though I don't know if any of them are readers. I need to get in touch with a lady (intials JF) who used to work at the church but lost her job (or was transferred) in December 2014. She had (and maybe still has) a friend (initials MJ) whom I would like to contact, as well. The second lady and her father were friends of Pearl's. 

It is very important that I speak with these ladies, especially JF, as soon as possible. If anyone knows how to contact them, and could act as an intermediary, I would be grateful. Thanks.

P.S. I love you guys and will be seeing you before too long.     Adam