Category: The Montauk Project

I was on the TJMorrisET Radio show last night.   Three of us who believe we have discovered that we were/are Montauk Girls had a roundtable discussion on various subjects related  to the Montauk Project.  Later in the show, Fritz Springmeier (a researcher in mind control techniques/deprogramming, and the Illuminati) joined us.  It went on longer than it indicates on the site.

Here is the promo from BlogTalkRadio:

Montauk Girls – Cindy Mueller, Mai (ya) Liebowitz , Theresa Morris are joined by Fritz Springmeier, Author on Illuminati Books on, Miya has MontaukGirl at Cindy Mueller on TJ at,,

And for those who would like to listen, here is the link:
ACO Mysteries, Montauk Girls, Illuminati, Fritz Springmeier











Entrance sign for Brookhaven National Labs

I promised to post about the incident with the last Montauk boy that I wrote about. So, here it is. I already had gone over this in one of my interviews, but the audio was abominable.

In the Montauk  Project history/legend, Brookhaven National Labs was mentioned as being the first place that experiments were conducted for it.  It was alleged to have been phased out when Camp Hero came online.  I have reason to believe that  this is only partially true.

Here is my memory of the first incident:

I was lying in bed wondering about my involvement with the Montauk Project. A few minutes into my reverie, I experienced what could be termed an abreaction. I was in a lab setting in BNL (Brookhaven National Labs). It was around June/July 1983. There were three lab coated people in front of me. Two were male and one was female. I felt as if I was and wasn’t myself (co-conscious with and alter?). I was explaining the horrific depths to which the project had sunk to. I said something like “Too many children have died in it. It has to be stopped.” I asked if they would help me do that. They eventually agreed to do this. Then, I told them that I had to go back to Montauk since they would soon wonder where I was. A hole opened up in the wall. In this hole was a strange looking tunnel. It looked like it was composed of a violet/blue/grey smokey substance. It definitely didn’t look too substantial. On the other end of the tunnel was a basement. This was the Montauk underground, or the underground of the underground. I stepped into it and was almost instantaneously on the other end.

Now, there was one odd possibly suspect problem with this “memory”. There was a subtitle in it just like a subtitle in a movie. It said something to the effect of “Brookhaven Labs June 1983”. So, this could have been either a relived memory or a memory implant. I have experienced the co-conscious state a few times before. So, that was very much the same as those experiences. It is also possible that there was a small contingent from BNL that was still involved with the project. If this memory was real, then I have my suspicions about how this might have come about. But, without more data, this would only be mere logical speculation.

Now, I know I didn’t explain where the Montauk boy comes in, but bear with me and it will all become clear in a very short time.

Here is the second related incident:

One afternoon, back in the 90’s, I was lying on my front on a table at my chiropractor’s office. I had just received a network* chiropractic treatment and was integrating it. I once again experienced another abreaction. I was in the Montauk underground. In front of me were four people. Three of them were the people who I had recruited in BNL. The other had long blonde hair and was facing away from me and towards them. Since I could not move, I was forced to watch each of them, one at a time, psychically tortured to death. I could almost feel their intense pain and fear as the person in front of them crushed internal organs including the brain. Each bled from their face and screamed and died. When they all were dead, the person that had just killed them turned and faced me. This person was that very same Montauk boy. He had the same expression that he had when he was sick with that cold. Upon seeing this, I thought that I was next. This is where the memory ends.

Obviously, I was incorrect in my assessment of the situation since I am alive to write this today. Whether these are true memories or not, I still feel the shock of them, especially the latter one. And, even if these prove false, it most likely means that I have been royally,  excuse the phrase,  fucked with.

Almost the kaleidescopic effect




Stewart Swerdlow

I will now write about another major Montauk Project player, Stewart Swerdlow or Stan Campbell as he was called in the Montauk books.  This one will be brief since no memories (I still am memory challenged) of him before 1990 are forthcoming, whether fortunately or unfortunately, but what happened might be of some interest.

Way back in the 1990s, Stewart was finally free (he had allegedly been wrongfully jailed in order to rein him in).  He got a place to live on Long Island at the timer.  It was on August 12th when Peter Moon and I met and picked up Stewart.  We were going to Amagansett (Stewart was speaking there) and Montauk .  One of the things that Peter was interested in doing was to search for gravestones with the name of Parsons in the local graveyard. In Amagansett, we met with a gal who got a ride with us to Montauk.  In our conversation with her we learned that Jack Parsons was an ancestor of hers (uncle or grand-uncle).  So, instead of a deceased Parsons, we had found the live equivalent.  But, I do digress.  We did go around the perimeter of  Camp Hero (there were still No Trespassing signs posted).  We didn’t stay too long.  Stewart and I seemed to hit it off, kinda, sorta.

In a later conversation with Peter, I learned that Stewart pretty much called me a Montauk Project wannabee.  That was a bit of a let down.  I also know that he was never deprogrammed, so who knows what he was playing at.  I have too many synchronicities to totally refute involvement.  I never wanted to be a part of something like this.  I would love for it to be a delusion on my part.

Not too long after this, I was attending a seminar in Connecticut and waiting to go to breakfast with fellow attendees in the lobby of the hotel.  Across from us I saw a man who was the exact image of Stewart.  He had the same face, facial hair, clothes, etc as he did.  I was going to speak to him when I noticed no recognition in his eyes.  So, I didn’t say anything since I started doubting myself.

Later, while we were at the table in the restaurant, I was being asked about the Montauk Project.  When I started to answer them, I had a strange feeling.  I looked to the table across from us and there was the Stewart look-alike.  He was sitting there and leaning towards us eavesdropping.  I stopped speaking right then.  It was uncomfortable.

Was this Stewart?  Was it him in an alter personality?  Was this some doppelgänger or clone?  And why would someone looking like him show up at an event that I was attending only to eavesdrop when I was talking about Montauk?  Too many questions.  I sure would like to know.

Alexander Duncan Cameron

What is the Montauk Project without the Montauk Boys?  The most known ones being Duncan Cameron and Stewart Swerdlow.  Also, George Dickson, whom I have already written about previously.  Also, a  lesser known Montauk boy named Michael Ash.  I have had interactions with all of them.

First I will write about Duncan.

How can I begin to enumerate the relation to each?  I don’t remember any of them, yet Duncan was the one who I most felt a familiarity with.  I have even experienced some paranormal type stuff with him.

At the first Montauk Night that I attended way back in 1993 in Farmingdale, NY, Duncan was in attendance along with Preston Nichols and others.  When I saw Duncan first enter the room, he looked many years younger than when I saw him in the videos.  His hair was a dark blonde and there were no lines or wrinkles in his face.  During the course of the evening, I watched him age several years in a couple of hours.  By the end of the evening, he looked exactly like he did in the videos.  He had grey hair and a craggy face.  Later, in 2010, at the Montauk symposium, I would get to view a video of Dr. David Anderson’s time chamber experiment.  In this time chamber was an Amaryllis flower which went from bud to blossom and back again in a few minutes.  According to a video and photographic expert that was in the audience that night, it wasn’t a time lapse video.  So, perhaps science shores me up on this.  I just got to observe this effect in the real world.

Another time, at another meeting, I witnessed him doing the reverse.  There was a couch in the room and he was lying down on it.  I saw him start out with the same grey hair and craggy face.  The lines in his face smoothed out and his grey hair turned back to dark blonde.  I was stunned by the sight of this as I was in the first incident.  This was a man who definitely was not stuck in any one time.

At another meeting, (I forget if it was a Montauk Night or a Psychotronics meeting),  someone mentioned about the Anti Christ experiments with Duncan (you have to read the books) and Duncan abruptly jumped (I think that the phrase for this was something like “turned inside out”).  I was on his right side and got the full brunt of the energy that he threw off.  I felt as if I was lacerated.  I mentioned it to him and he apologized.  I know that  it was not a conscious reaction on his part, though.  From that time on, I remembered to always sit  on his left side.

I have even seen him in the least expected places as well.  I was in bed when I was awakened by a vicious leg cramp.  I saw and heard Duncan, who was standing by the bedside.  He told me to flex my foot back and forth several times to relieve it.  I did as he told me and it worked.  Of course, Duncan was not there anymore.

In another incident, I was at work when I saw him at the far side of the building.  I was confused as to why he would be there.  As he started walking off, I walked after him to catch up and ask him why he was there, but he disappeared and was nowhere to be found.

I had a dream one night of a conversation I was having with Duncan which was about did I ever want to have children.  At the next Montauk Night, we had that same exact conversation.   It matched up word for word with the dream conversation.

I might have even remembered in one of my dreams one little incident at Montauk.  Yes, some memories can leak out in Dreamtime whether it is a memory of something that hasn’t happened yet, as in the above or it has happened or is happening. I am satisfied that this can be so.  Remember, we are supposed to living in a time loop.  We have supposedly been this way before.  The possible “memory” was when I was in my early teens.  I had just been brought into the project.  Duncan was there comforting and befriending me with little gifts.  I think I was crying. The room was sparse and there were large pipes running along the bottom of the wall.  I thought I’d mention it since it feels so significant to me still after all these years.

As to claims of Duncan’s brain damage from the project, well, I kind of believe it.  It actually took 4 separate times that I had to reintroduce myself  to him.  He has had trouble with his mid-term memory.  Eventually, after sending him a bit of help energetically (I do a bit of energy healing work) for quite a length of time, I noticed a change in him.  I only had to tell him once about something and he would remember it the next time I saw him.

Someone I knew back in the 90s told me he that when he lived on Long Island he was tormented by Duncan during the height of the Montauk Project.  It wasn’t in the physical, but more in the psychic realm.  He indicated extreme aversion to Duncan.

The guys (Preston,Peter?) used to joke that I was the female Duncan Cameron, though I am nowhere near psychic in the same way as Duncan , though I have been so in my own way.  And the running joke was “The Montauk Boy Gets the Montauk Girl”.  That one was Preston’s.

Well, short of digging into past journals which have been buried in other belongings through the years, to find anything else that I might remember, that will be so it for now.  I ask no one to believe what I have written for it is mainly anecdotal, but I stand by it.

Duncan Cameron

Friday, July 27th
with Alexander Duncan Cameron of
“The Montauk Project & the Philadelphia Experiment
7:00pm – 9:30pm
9:30pm – 10:000pm Networking






Cost: $27 cash at the door.

George Dickson died last friday.  I hear he was ill for a long time and finally succumbed.  George was one of the Montauk Boys and allegedly procured the technology for the Montauk chair.

Back in the 90s and early naughties, I used to go to the Montauk nights and Psychotronics meetings in Long Island, NY.  I met George at several meetings.  He had PTSD trigger reactions (Peter Moon called them the “time heebeejeebees”) to me just about every time.  The very first time we met, Peter had introduced us.  After the initial greeting, George excused himself to use the rest room and never returned.  Another time the Montauk night was held in a different room in the building it was held in.  A man entered the room and Preston asked if he came  with George to which he answered that he did and that George was coming up right after him.  I heard footsteps walking up on the stairs.  Then I heard them  pause and walk down the stairs.  George did not show up.   A third time I was attending a Richard Hoagland presentation which George was helping with.  At the end of it, George walked up to me and apologized to me for not coming into the room at that last meeting. He told me that he was afraid of me.  Then, he just left.  That was the most that he ever said to me.  He had an abductee support group that I was interested in, but he didn’t want me there.  The last time  that I saw him was in the early naughties after a Montauk Night at a diner.  A group of us sat in a large booth.  George was just across from me.  I just asked him “how are you?”.  The only answer that I got from him was laughter, hysterical laughter.  He looked like a deer in head lights.  He just kept on laughing with that frozen  smile and scared eyes.  At another meeting, Peter Moon got to ask him why he was so scared of me.  I was told that he replied that “she hurt me very badly in Montauk”.  Now, I had and still don’t have any recollection of George.  But, then again, I don’t have much recall anyway, only scattered bits and pieces and hints and clues and this.

Well, there is going to be a memorial on a radio show that he was a co host on.  Here is the info on that show.

“On Friday night June 22nd,2012 there will be a special George Dickson Tribute on the L.A.Steel Show at 8:00-9:30pm. Many of George’s friends will be our guests, all of George’s friends and fans are welcomed to call in and join the tribute. The chat room will be opened and any message or comment for George will be read on the air. Join us at All who knew George know how much he enjoyed his friends. I’m certain he will be listening Friday night and I hope all his friends will too.”

Well, that’s all George, too bad we never got to really talk.  I hope you do better in the next world.

This is the infamous Camp Hero Crosspoint at Montauk Point





I used to have incidents of spontaneous telekinesis in the late 70s and early 80s.  It started after I did a thought game I called “What if?”.  I imagined “what if I cold move objects with my mind?”.   Well, this was one powerful “what if” since it did become reality for me.  But, not being aware of the Montauk Project that I was part of at that time, I had no consciousness of the true origin of this ability.

This started with the occasional unmistakable incident.  A water faucet that I turned off then turned itself back on.  A lab beaker that I just placed on the counter in chemistry class jumps up and crashes to the floor. This one the lab assistant saw and was quite startled as she related what she saw.  I also was in a not so wonderful mood that day.  Other times I would just motion towards a door that I wanted to open and it would open on its own (no, it wasn’t one of those automatically opening doors).  Another time, I was downstairs arguing with my brother when we heard a loud crash upstairs.  In the upstairs bathroom, it looked as if the full length mirror had been flung across the room thus knocking things onto the floor.  The room was a wreck.  Of course, my handler mother blamed me for it.  One really extreme incident was when I was driving my car.  I was waiting to pull it out of the college parking lot.  I just thought of pulling the car out and turning right when it did this on its own.  I did not have my foot on the gas and did not steer the steering wheel.  In fact, I tried to get back control of the car by turning the wheel the opposite way.  This strategy was ineffective for it continued to drive itself until a full turn was executed.  All that time I was thinking how crazy this situation was.  I have also had broken things start to work again.  I was sitting near a broken clock while I was thinking “what next?”  with this.  It started chiming.   The one incident that got me thinking that I was the one that was doing these things was during a trip with my Civil Air Patrol troop at a dude ranch.  I was in the swimming pool.  There was someone there who was playing with a ball.  The ball ended up on the outside of the pool where it was unreachable.  I had a feeling that I could bring it  to me.  So, I just motioned for it to come to me.  It started rolling up a small incline right to me.  So, no poltergeist it seems.  It was all me.

I wanted this gone since I was afraid that I would hurt someone. Well, as if in answer to my concerns and prayers to have it taken away, I had a series of “dreams” where I was in a large room.  The room had many windows and was a mint green color.  There were chairs with attached desks  just like in a school.  At the far end was a large table with all kinds of old equipment (typewriter, military type radios, etc) on it.  The only other person in the room was a man who was standing to the side and a bit behind me.  He was late middle age, balding, glasses, wearing a lab coat and holding a clip board.  He spoke with an accent (German or Austrian).

In the first “dream” I was attempting to move a typewriter through the air.  Unfortunately, I lost my concentration and dropped it.  In each successive “dream” I had progressive levels of success until the last one.  In the the last one, I did the Yoda bit on a large heavy door.  I moved that sucker through the air like it was nothing.  I landed it without incident.  I also noted that I felt calm and a bit joyful. The man in the room seemed very pleased with my performance.  He commented, while writing on his clipboard, that I would only be able to use my ability if I am calm and in an uplifted mood.  After that, I had no more (or extremely few and benign) incidents.  It was a relief.  These days, I wonder if I did the right thing.

Now, the corroborative section of this post.

Back in the late 90s, I visited one Barbara Hartwell (another Montauk girl) at her then residence in Woodstock,NY for a weekend.  We started talking about a person who was responsible for psi training at the base.  She started to description of this person and I finished it.  Unfortunately, she didn’t know his name.  But, he was a real person and those “dreams” did have a real world effect.  So, could they actually have been real experiences?  I’m inclined to say “hell, yes!”.

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