[ WP ] You have just become a successful multi-billionaire after years of hard work . You are then inducted into a secretive and elite club saved for the richest people of the Earth . The Illuminati .

I got rich quick. In my early twenties I made an online service that took off, and became insanely popular. I can not say which one it is. But I made my first billion rather quickly. The second one too, to be honest. 
 
 They reached out to me. I had heard rumors up until that point in time but I did n't know much. 
 
 But I mean how can you not at least hear a little bit about them, you know? I was rich and had a lot of celebrity friends so I heard a lot about it through them but still I did n't really care and I did n't pay much attention to it. 
 
 So then they contacted me. They contacted me. Me. And they told me it was a choice. I'd be shaping the future world amongst the elite. How could I choose no? Plus what would happen if I did? 
 
 So anyways I just said yes. Obviously. I thought I had made it. 
 
 I was put in contact with a recruiter who guided me through the initiation process. After all of the piles of paper would was done, I had finally sold my soul over to them. The ceremony was the day after. 
 
 I do n't remember too much of the ceremony. I remember showing up in a limo to an old church. I was led into the basement of this church and there was a massive room. Elegant. Large. Well lit. Full of people wearing robes and masks. Looking at me. All there for me. 
 
 There was a path created down the middle of the room where no masked person stood. At the end of that path was an alter. I remember all eyes on me as I walked that path. The air was heavy. Thick. With silence Wet. Like clouds ready to burst explode with rain and thunder at any moment. The floor was black and white checkerboard tile. At the alter a man with a horned mask looked at me before handing me a small sugar cube. He instructed me to eat it. So I did. Then he handed me another one. Then another. 
 
 Then things get fuzzy. I remember chanting. I remember the walls breathing and pulsating. I remember the room spinning around as masked figures surround me. I remember a crying baby. I remember being handed a knife. I remember fire. I remember seeing a man who had a large goat's head instead of a human head, with large horns. His chest, torso and arms were human, but his lower half was also goatlike- with large hooves. He was some kind of beast and he let out a deafening shriek that curdled my blood. It froze me in my spot. I had never heard any kind of noise like that in my life. It shut my system down and I was n't even sure it was real. It could've been a hallucination. It all could have. 
 
 But then next thing I know I am covered in blood. So is the knife. And the large goat man is holding a dead, bloody, baby about to eat it. 
 The people around me cheer and chant and they all take their masks off. The baby's blood is poured into a large pitcher and everyone takes turns sipping from it. These people were famous athletes, celebrities, politicians. I knew every face around me. And these faces began to warp and distort the more they drank from this pitcher of baby's blood. I remember being handed the pitcher and everyone chanting for me to drink it. 
 
 I woke up the next morning in a small room. The walls were padded rubber. So was the floor. There was nothing else in the room. No toilet. No sink. Just a small padded room. 
 
 The door blended into the wall. And for three days I did n't see it open. Not once. 
 
 I laid on the floor, starving and confused. Losing my grasp on the passage of time. Not knowing where I was. What was going on. Who I am. What time it was. It almost did n't seem real. I begged and prayed for it to be a dream. I begged so hard to just wake up. It never happened. I would fall asleep against the rubber and have momentary solace as I would dream, forgetting where I was physically located, being free to fly where I'd like. 
 
 And then I would wake up. Against that fucking rubber. More disappointing everytime. The illusion of freedom just to be reminded of my unchanging fucked up situation. 
 
 After three days I was convinced I was going to die. 
 
 But that's when the door opened. It was a small bowl of white rice, and a small bottle of water. It slid in quickly, and the door shut even faster, before I could see what was out there. Before I could attempt to make sense of it all. 
 
 I did n't realize it at the time, but they were putting LSD in my water. 
 
 I would eat, drink, and then trip out. People would come into my room and beat the ever loving hell out of me. I did n't know if it was real or not but I would wake up sober and covered in bruises. Broken bones. Blood. It was real. 
 
 Soon after that a loud siren would sound and lights in the room would flash exceedingly bright everytime I fell asleep. I am not sure how long this went on for. It felt like years. Sleep deprivation and daily LSD trips and beatings do strange things to a humans mind. 
 
 One day an alarm rang, and men entered the room. They grabbed me. Put me in a straight jacket and then brought me to another room. I was laid down on a table, and they hooked up this odd device I could n't quite see to my head. I could feel cold, round, metal pressing against my temples on either side of my head. A thick, dense piece of some type of foam was shoved in my mouth, between my teeth. And then I'm not sure what happened. 
 
 All I know is waking up back in my small room with the worst head ache of my life. It felt like some one was driving red hot nails through my skull and deep into my brain. It felt like someone was sawing my head into smaller pieces. It felt like pieces of my brain were cut out. They were n't, of course but it just felt that way. 
 
 The beatings intensified in frequency but now the film `` THE WIZARD OF OZ'' played, projected onto the wall in front of me, with text above it reading `` GO SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW. GO TO YOUR HAPPY PLACE. FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD.'' 
 
 I would just stare at this during the beatings. I do n't know how long i went without sleep but it felt like forever. What happened next is hard to say..... 
 
 Instead of just beatings, Men would hold me down and raped me, then beat me, then rape me again. Then I would eat my rice and drink my LSD laced water. Videos of people being murdered would be projected all around me. People would come into my room and murder other people right in front of me. 
 
 Then I would be taken out of the room, and back down to the other room where the cold, round metal was hooked up to my temples and I would pass out and wake up in my room with a horrible headache. All of this repeated over and over and over. The beatings.The acid. The murder. The round metal shapes on my head. The headache. No sleep. A cycle over and over again. The beatings The rape. 
 
 And all the while THE WIZARD OF OZ played on repeat. 
 
 And then one day, as I was being held down by what I think was someone's knee against my back, my arm twisted behind me, being raped by one man, while the one holding me down broke each of my fingers once at a time, and then proceed to break my arm, then cut off very small sections of flesh from my arm. I just stared at that damn movie. Trying to ignore how much pain I was in. And I just saw the text `` GO SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW. GO TO YOUR HAPPY PLACE.'' 
 
 And I do n't know what happened. 
 
 I remember the warmth of the sun on my face. I remember golden clouds and blue skys. A slight cool breeze. My happy place. 
 
 I felt so happy. So free. The pain was gone. 
 
 But little did I know that I was still back down in that room. 
 
 But I stayed up there, in my happy place. Uneffected by the horrible physical abuse I was suffering in the real world. I found La-La Land to escape it all. 
 
 And that must've been the point because it all stopped rather soon after that. It seemed that those people could snap me into my happy place and snap me back at will. They would snap me into my happy place, and then take my body, my shell into another room and do other work, while I enjoyed my beautiful spring days. The warmth. The breeze. The smell in the air. It filled me up with such happiness. It reminded me of the summers at the lake house when I was a kid. The relaxing sound of the waves lapping continuously against the shore. I miss it. 
 
 Before I knew it I was back home. 
 
 But I was not the same. 
 
 Whenever I did `` illuminati'' work, I would find myself in my happy place, watching my body move and complete whatever task back in the real world. 
 
 I had no control over it. I was a compete robot. And I slowly became aware of this. 
 
 They made me do and say whatever they wanted me to. 
 
 I began to research this stuff on the internet after watching interviews with the press I did and have no memory of. Seeing myself cameo in films and say things that I never said. 
 
 What they did was they broke my personality through the torture. Once I found my happy place they were able to create a new persona that they could control. This was the very basis of brainwashing and mind control. And I found out the hard way that all of us in this elite club go through it, to be the extremities of the illuminati. 
 
 And I wanted out. 
 
 I wanted out. 
 
 I did n't know what was real. I did n't know if I killed anyone or if that baby actually died. I did n't know which memories were hallucinations or actual events. 
 
 I went on the run. 
 
 The news began calling me crazy. So did the tabloids and other media outlets... TMZ and such. 
 
 Thats their first tactic with those of us who....rebel against the programming. They use their influence over every media source to distort your public image. So I was labelled crazy. 
 
 Then dangerous. 
 
 
 And then I found myself in my happy place once day. 
 
 and when I woke back up I was in a mall. holding a gun. and they were dozens of dozens of dead people and children all around me. 
 
 and the police were already there to arrest me. 
 
 and so i write this from prison 
 
 so someone can hear my story. 
 
 know my pain. 
 
 
 my mistake.. 

