October 4, 1983

Congressman Don Edwards

Chairman,

Subcommittee on Civil and Constitutional Rights

Committee on the Judiciary

U.S. House of Representatives

Washington, D.C. 20515

Dear Congressman Edwards:

I am writing to you because I believe my civil and constitutional rights have been systematically violated by agents of the government of the United States. I am certain that I have been the object of some kind of psychological project or experiment.

Until recently I was employed by Northrop Corp. in the “Peace Hawk” program, a U.S. Dept. of Defense sponsored project in Saudi Arabia.

I believe that Mr. Don Minton, my supervisor, Mr. John Celms, Mr. Harold Robison, Mr. Maurice Torre, my co-workers under Mr. Minton, Mrs. Chusri Egger, my wife and citizen of Thailand, Betty G. Eisner, Ph.D., Santa Monica, California, my former psycho-therapist, and numerous other persons including Mr. Keith Kaser formerly of Page Co. (owned by Northrop Corp. at the time of his employment with the Peace Hawk Program), have participated without my knowledge or my consent in a psychological program including entrapment which has inflicted upon me cruel and unusual punishment without due process of law.

With the exception of my wife, these persons are all American citizens. The co-incidence of actions leads me to believe that they are all agents of the United States government, and that this project is illegal and unconstitutional.

The basic components of this (alleged) project are my interactions with these and other persons and my belief that they employ a purposeful “double language” both in conversations with me and within my hearing which are ostensibly about one thing, but have a second meaning of psychological importance to me -- in areas in which I am guilty, weak, uncertain or fearful.

I will tell the story in chronological order to the best of my memory. A pattern will emerge in which events will be linked to other events and “double language” conversations. Some of these actions could have their basis in the proper, legal, investigative authority of the United States government.

There should be documents regarding some of these items. It is my belief that SOME of the justification for these documents will be actions I took at the instigation of other persons -- who I believe also to be agents of the United States government. I am charging that abuse of the legal process has occurred. The government is playing both sides of the law.

I request that you investigate whether this is true. Much of this information will have to come from the Select Committee on Intelligence. I am requesting this from you because my primary concern is the violation of my civil and constitutional rights.

In the spring or summer of 1971, following quite a lot of correspondence I was granted a “second, pre-induction physical” by the Selective Service System. This took place at the induction center in Amarillo, Texas. When I arrived I went to the counter, stated my name and asked instructions.

A somewhat overweight, round faced man of 50 or so overheard me and remarked sarcastically: “Mr. Egger, we’ve been wondering what to do about your case.” That statement meant nothing to me at the time, but many years later the memory of that statement in another context caused me to wonder whether there was something quite meaningful in his statement.

Following the physical examination I was granted a medical deferment for active orthodontic work. This continued past my 26th birthday and I have never been a member of the armed forces.

About February 1972 I began psycho-therapy with Dr. Betty G. Eisner, a psychologist. The therapy included private talk sessions, group sessions, deep body massage, and psycho-active drugs, administered or prescribed by a medical doctor. An integral part of Dr. Eisner’s philosophy was that emotional states or problems could result from E.S.P. like “psychic forces” and unresolved problems in “past lives” or previous re-incarnations.

Many of Dr. Eisner’s patients were members of what was called “Group” or “The Group”. There was a formal initiation ceremony in which the person was administered a drug and then, he or she made a commitment to non-violence. There were 3 basic rules: wearing seat belts, no drugs without prior permission, and no sex without contraceptives. Many group members lived together in communes in Santa Monica or West Los Angeles. I became a group member a few months later.

The therapy program was rigorous and essentially full time -- by nature of living together with other group members. Conflicts and neurotic behavior were resolved informally, at “house meetings”, at “group meetings” or private sessions with Dr. Eisner. When I started the therapy I had been depressed, confused, and disoriented. I had sexual problems and was about to flunk out of graduate school.

The therapy was enormously helpful, and most of the problems were relieved; my sexual relations improved considerably, and after a lot of difficulty I received a Master’s degree in mathematics from U.C.L.A. (University of California, Los Angeles).

There was a general belief in the group, strongly encouraged by Dr. Eisner, of the existence of psychic phenomena. In the fall (or possibly the spring) of 1976 I had a very interesting experience. I was with a friend -- another group member. We smoked some marijuana. I went into a “trance-like” state, and I wanted to write.

After a while it seemed as if I weren’t really directing the writing any more. Then I began to hear a voice -- clear and concise -- as if dictating to me. The voice reminded me of Dr. Eisner’s voice. At the time we (Dr. Eisner and the group) accepted it as a communication from another dimension. The experience never occurred again, though I tried quite a number of times over the following months to re-create the situation in hopes of repeating the experience.

It has occurred to me that this might have been an E.S.P. experiment or possibly post-hypnotic suggestion. Or maybe it was something I generated internally “to please” Dr. Eisner. It was nevertheless a real and vivid experience.

In November 1976 Mr. Noel Kramer died following a therapy session. He was a close friend of mine. I lived in the same house with him and Carole Schindler Grover. Noel and Carole had a one year old daughter -- Amanda. Carole also had an older daughter. After Noel’s death another friend from the group moved in with us. I continued to live there as a substitute father.

Dr. Eisner stated that she felt Noel’s death was caused by “past lives coming up too fast”. He had taken a dose of oral ritalin -- a stimulant somewhat similar to L.S.D. -- and a hot mineral bath.

There had been a scheduled group meeting at another house that night. Noel’s session was at Dr. Eisner’s home, and after it took a strange turn, first Carole was called to come, later the others at the other house were called, also to come to Dr. Eisner’s home. I was arranging for a baby sitter and came a little later.

Noel was in some kind of semi-conscious state appearing not very different from people in other drug sessions we had seen. His color and breathing became worse; someone began giving him artificial respiration, and many others of us began “an organized psychic activity” -- “beaming” energy to Noel. Before long the paramedics were called. He was taken to an emergency hospital and pronounced dead shortly thereafter.

At the time I accepted Noel’s death. I felt there might have been some “extra-normal” or psychic explanation. Also, I felt, everyone in the group was consenting to, indeed requesting and paying for rigorous, radical therapy; there were risks involved, but it was a personal decision whether to accept those risks. Life continued more or less as usual. Some of the group members stopped their therapy and filed suit against Dr. Eisner. Her license to practice psycho-therapy was suspended (or revoked) about January 1979.

I didn’t arrive at the opinion that Dr. Eisner was somehow involved with the government until about the spring of 1981. In light of that belief, there are a number of items that make me wonder whether the surface explanation for Noel’s death is true. Was he a spy or counter-spy? Was his death a C.I.A.-type “hit job”? Did he really die or was his death staged to allow him to disappear into another identity under a government protection program?

Was the whole thing planned or was the situation taken advantage of to see how the group members would react? To see if someone would call a doctor before Dr. Eisner came up with the idea? Whether after his death individual reactions would be observed -- for the purpose of a psychological experiment? Or some other purpose?

Most of the following items are presented in light of my CERTAIN BELIEF that there is some kind of project in operation, and that this project employs a “double language” to communicate and condition behavior. Actions and conversations which have an insignificant surface meaning have a second, more important meaning. Some of these items may only have psychological meaning for myself. I cannot know how far-reaching this project is. If some of the items ARE part of this project, it is pretty outrageous.

Some few months before his death, Noel took an engineering course at U.C.L.A. Extension. His course project was a paper on the “lie-detector” machine. He dedicated the paper to Dr. Eisner, “...the best lie detector I know”. He showed this paper to me, and if I remember correctly, to all of the group. Noel worked for TRW Corp. in Redondo Beach, California. Could he possibly have had access to classified information? Was he possibly a government agent suspected of passing classified information, who was required to take a lie detector test?

At a group meeting a short time after Noel’s death Carole related a story about him. She said that many times he would be up very late at night. When she asked him what he was doing, he would say: “Working.” -- with no further explanation. The context of this was such that her story advanced the impression that Noel was somehow involved in illegitimate psychic activity.

Carole’s deliberate advancement of this point of view is incongruous. Many, many times in group meetings and other situations she protested against “psychic” explanations of events saying, “I don’t believe all that stuff.” Was she perhaps communicating that Noel was involved in some illegitimate activity -- secret, but more mundane than “psychic”?

One or two mornings before Noel’s death I came out of my room at the same time that Noel was taking Amanda out of her room -- which was next to mine. We stopped briefly to say hello. Amanda (just over a year old) practically jumped out of Noel’s arms over for me to hold her. Noel said, “What do you think of that?” I just smiled and said nothing. It was unusual, but I didn’t think anything of it.

After Noel’s death the remembrance of that was a strong component of the logical construction of my belief that there was indeed some psychic aspect to Noel’s demise. I felt that the baby -- not yet conditioned to filter out and ignore psychic input somehow had a pre-cognition of what was going to happen and just reacted to it.

Was that the case? Was it just an unusual occurrence? Or perhaps, was Noel so nervous she just wanted to get away? Or, did Noel nudge her to cause the whole thing to happen -- in order to condition me for something he already knew was going to happen?

There was an animated group meeting a few days after Noel’s death. At one point I defended Dr. Eisner against what I considered an unfair attack. Later, her husband Dr. Bill Micks said to me approvingly, “You’re acting like a real trooper.” Was that just a figure of speech or did it have some underlying military significance?

A few days after Noel’s death I had a conversation with Dr. Eisner, which I can’t remember exactly. She said something like: “Since you didn’t shape up, now “life” has presented you with a new responsibility.”

The responsibility was to be “father for the two young girls. The “shaping up” was ostensibly about my general character development. Somehow it has evoked guilt that I could have done something to save Noel, perhaps calling for a doctor that evening as soon as I saw him. Maybe that is just plain old guilt. Maybe it was a test of the group members to see what level of dependency we had on Dr. Eisner.

I believe it was this same conversation in which Dr. Eisner made the remark: “You have to admit I’m a good therapist -- precipitating negative transference in all those people -- (the “splinter group” who filed suit against Dr. Eisner) -- without them killing anyone.” What could this statement mean? Had she blocked out the fact that someone had died? Was it deliberate? Was it faked?

Another time -- a few weeks or months later several group members were having a conversation with Dr. Eisner. She stated: “I didn’t murder Noel. I was the agent...” In context she used the word “agent” in a psychic sense. Is the “psychic context” a cover or have a double meaning for a secret government project?

Another group member once made the statement: “Noel isn’t really dead. He’s just in another form.” this statement was made in a psychic context. Did it also have a second, real meaning? This person later left the group and told people that the group was like the Jim Jones cult that committed mass suicide in South America.

This person was Noreen St. Pierre. She was, I believe, the only group person to see Noel after his “death”. As I remember Dr. Eisner suggested that Noreen see Noel “as a representative from group”. This had the effect of discouraging anyone else from requesting to see him. Ms. St. Pierre also stated: “It didn’t even look like Noel.”

Noel was cremated before the memorial service. I really don’t remember whether his mother and brothers saw him.

It seems unlikely to me that the death was faked. By the time the paramedics were called, and they arrived his color looked progressively bad and his breathing was worse -- congested, shallow and more irregular. The paramedics had a “heartbeat scope”. The pattern was irregular, and the machine appeared to have electrical or radio interference.

If the death were faked the paramedics could almost have to be involved, certainly the doctor that signed the death certificate, the doctor(s) who performed the autopsy would have to be involved. If the switch of another body were made a some point a facial mask resembling Noel would have to be made and fitted. It would have been a technical task of considerable magnitude involving a number of different persons.

A number of former patients filed a suit against Dr. Eisner. Her lawyers were trying to locate some of these persons to subpoena them or question them. Sometime in 1977 Dr. Eisner asked me to find an unlisted phone number and address for her lawyers.

I worked at GTE Data Services in Marina del Rey, California, and I had access to that information using a computer. I retrieved the information in such a way that there was an accounting record that I had read the tape with that information. I knew how to do it without leaving an accounting record. I believe my guilt was so much that I wanted to get caught.

I’m not sure if what I did was illegal. I think it probably should have been. I’m sure it was against company policy. I can’t be certain that anything ever came of that. It is my opinion that it did become known to company management and that I suffered some harassment because of it. I can’t say that with any kind of moral certainty, but it is my opinion.

About the end of 1978 I got a new supervisor. Her name was ..... ....... She gave me assignments that were impossible to complete on time and also made numerous sarcastic and indirectly hostile comments to me. At about the same time Dr. Eisner lost her license ;to practice psychology. I started to “fall apart” emotionally. My supervisor seemed to know all the techniques to advance that process. At times I would try to “stand up “ to my supervisor, and once I directly asked her to please stop insulting me.

On occasion I discussed this with Dr. Eisner. She was very supportive of me in an angry sort of way. In retrospect I have to wonder whether she knew that I (and perhaps other group members) were deliberately subjected to de-stabilizing psychological pressures. If this is true, it is evidence of a much larger, secret social system.

I became so alienated that in the summer of 1979 I accepted an offer to work for Northrop Corp. in Saudi Arabia. Just before I left Dr. Eisner said to me: “You can do it; it’s only conditioning.”

A few days before I left for Saudi Arabia I had an interesting conversation with Carole Grover. We were having lunch. Carole’s daughter Amanda was there. Another group member was there for at least part of the conversation. There was a catsup bottle upside down on the table.

I don’t remember the exact words, but Amanda (who was then almost 4) said something like: “Mike see the catsup bottle upside down.” Carole then interjected and said something like: “What did you say Amanda? ‘Mike’s going away upside down.’?” I was stunned and furious. I didn’t say anything, I just told myself I would be gone in a few days.

If Carole wanted to distort her daughter’s perception of reality, I was not willing to take on the responsibility of trying to make it right. The second part of this conversation -- if my memory is correct this followed the first part, though I am not completely certain in my memory of the sequence -- followed a few minutes later.

We were discussing Middle Eastern politics. Carole said, “If you see Yasser Arafat...you know that little steel and wood thing you have...?” (my gun). Carole is Jewish and a strong supporter of Israel. This remark seemed to be a suggestion that she would like me to shoot Mr. Arafat.

Was this part of a “conditioning project” -- a psychological experiment authorized by the United States government? I didn’t take the gun with me, of course -- but the remark was de-stabilizing in any case.

In the previous months I had been in bad shape psychologically -- especially since Dr. Eisner had lost her license. I was smoking marijuana a lot -- secretly, and also sometimes late at night I would strap on my gun and holster, walk around inside the house -- (sometimes outside and once or twice down the street) -- to ward off and protect against “evil spirits” -- psychic forces. Maybe Carole knew about this and she was just “paying me back”.

I was in pretty bad shape psychologically when I arrived in Saudi Arabia. I had hidden 12 little “blotter paper” tabs of L.S.D. in my home shipment. There had to be less than one chance in a million that it would be found coming through customs. Nevertheless, my paranoia focused on that, and I was convinced I would get caught and sent to prison for many years.

I found out later that the shipment was considerably overweight, and I would have to pay a considerable surcharge or only ship part of the shipment. I telephoned Dr. Eisner several times to ask her help with this.

She knew how I had hidden the L.S.D. I asked her to separate it and leave it in storage in California. (When we talked about it we didn’t have to identify on the phone what we were talking about.) She said not to be so paranoid, that it would be okay -- that she “WOULD GUARANTEE IT”.

I said I couldn’t accept that. I thought she was giving me a guarantee in a “psychic sense” -- that her intuition was very strong about it. Now I believe that she was giving me an official guarantee -- backed by the United States government. In any case I finally held the whole shipment and sorted it myself some months later.

After a few months I discovered that drugs were available. I began using marijuana and hashish. I was afraid of getting caught, but many people were open and casual about using drugs. I just pushed down the fear and paranoia. It is my firm belief that the C.I.A. and/or D.I.A. set up this whole environment in order to manipulate and control American citizens. I’m sure they had other objectives also, but that isn’t my concern.

In the spring or summer of 1980 Mr. Keith Kaser, an American citizen, Peace Hawk employee of Page Corporation which at the time was owned by Northrop Corp. -- asked me to do a favor for him. He asked me to keep about one or two kilograms of marijuana at my apartment for a few days.

Mr. Charles “Mac” McDonald, also an employee of Page Corp. was Keith’s roommate. Mid-way through the conversation he came into the room and said to Keith, “Did you ask him yet?” Mac joined in the conversation about Pete. Keith said he got the marijuana when the supplier had an argument with Mr. Pete Alexander also a Page employee.

He said he was afraid Pete might call the police to get revenge, but that I would be safe since I lived at another compound. I agreed to allow Keith to bring it out to my apartment. It was there for a few days without incident.

I have read that the intelligence agencies outside the United States have the authority to initiate covert surveillance of American citizens believed to involved in drug trafficking. I believe that Mr. Kaser was acting as an agent of the U.S. government in order to get me to do something to justify this project. THERE SHOULD BE paperwork on this.

I believe that this project of information gathering includes the technique of persons discussing something with me or within my hearing in which there is a double meaning of emotional significance to me -- in order to see how I react. This is a technique for gathering information that could be considered proper if the subject were truly believed to be a hostile spy.

And as for the possibility that they could learn anything from me about drug trafficking that they didn’t already know -- I am certain that they knew differently. Their purpose was to manipulate and control -- to cause psychological changes in me.

A couple of other interesting things occurred with Mr. Kaser. He was planning to leave Saudi Arabia about August 1980. I told him I wanted to buy his television set. We discussed it several times over a period of one or two weeks. Before I bought it he told me it was “semi-hot”.

I think that was a deliberate, provocative ambiguity. Of course “semi-hot” means “hot”. My emotional state was such that I ignored it. I was smoking marijuana a lot, partially to cover up my feelings about what had happened in California, and as time went on I think to cover up my fears about getting caught breaking the drug laws of Saudi Arabia.

Underneath I was deeply depressed, and I retreated into an escape mechanism. It was emotionally painful for me to go into town to go shopping. It wasn’t until several years later that I came to the opinion that this too was part of some kind of project -- deliberate entrapment -- skillful manipulation of my emotional weaknesses to get me to do something I wouldn’t otherwise have done. My punishment was to come several years later.

There is another interesting incident with Mr. Kaser. He rode with me in my car from time to time. I always make everyone who rides with me wear the seat belt. Keith complained about this several times. On one occasion he refused to put it on. I told him it was my car and I wasn’t moving until he put on the seat belt. He finally did so, but he was quite angry.

Sometime later he asked me why I was so insistent about the seat belts: “I think you must have been in an accident when you were younger.” I said that was true, but it wasn’t the reason I insisted on the seat belts. I think this happened before the television incident, but I don’t remember with certainty. In retrospect I believe that this was an effort to get me to weaken my emotional ties with Dr. Eisner, since wearing seat belts was a group rule.

It wasn’t until the spring of 1981 that I came to the realization “that something was going on”. I was sharing an office with Mr. Celms and Mr. Robison. From time to time there would be conversations that seemed strange to me. I can’t recall much of it now. I didn’t have a theoretical framework with which to organize my memory. I feel certain that this subtle “double language” was going on.

I have the right to know what items of my personal and psychological history and what specific techniques and motivation were employed. I believe I was deliberately stressed to the point of some kind of emotional catharsis. I underwent a period of intense fear and emotional pain.

There were several interesting conversations with Messrs. Celms, Robison and myself. On one occasion I spoke of my frustration at living in Saudi Arabia -- a common malady -- and conjectured that it might be best for me to leave. Mr. Robison joked -- “Good, then we can all leave.” This disoriented me somehow. I didn’t say anything, but I was left with a strange kind of anxiety. How was it that my presence required Mr. Robison’s?

On another occasion we were discussing C.I.A. “dirty tricks” -- specifically the experiment of administering L.S.D. to unknowing human subjects during the 1950’s. I don’t remember exactly the conversation, but upon mention of this project I just said one word: “Unconscionable.”

Mr. Celms didn’t hear and asked what I had said. I repeated my comment: “Unconscionable.” It didn’t occur to me at the time that there might be a connection, but I was left with a kind of unsettled anxiety. I recalled, but did not discuss -- a group meeting a few years earlier.

Dr. Eisner was one of the original L.S.D. researchers. Someone in the group mentioned that one of the “unknowing subjects” had committed suicide about 3 days after having been given a dose of L.S.D. without his knowledge. Dr. Eisner responded forcefully and angrily, “That’s not the reason he committed suicide.” She obviously had some personal knowledge of the situation, though she didn’t say what it was. The conversation was effectively terminated.

I think that John and Hal were testing me to see what my reaction would be, and also STARTING to let me know that a kind of similar project was in progress.

I became friends with Mr. Pete Alexander, Peace Hawk employee of Page Corporation, owned by Northrop at the time. On occasion I bought marijuana, hashish, and cocaine from Mr. Alexander. We “got high” together on numerous occasions.

After a while I started to wonder whether Pete was a C.I.A. (or some such) agent. I think he was probably fairly high ranking. I remember a conversation in which he remarked about the fact that the wife of the Peace Hawk director -- a Northrop vice-president -- had been given the job of hairdresser at on of the recreation centers.

Pete had wanted that job for his wife, and he was quite angry. He said, “I’m taking that one all the way to the top.!” A few days later it was announced that his wife was given the position.

The late winter and early spring of 1981 were quite eventful. I am certain that this “purposeful double language” was in progress, though I don’t remember specific conversations. I suspect, and I have the right to know whether it is true, that the cocaine I was getting had some other kind of drug -- experimental or psychedelic or something.

Pete once made a comment about the cocaine. He said, “I don’t need this.” He said it like it was a chore that he would be just as happy not to do. I am sure there was some kind of conditioning project going on, and that leads me to suspect there might have been some other special drug mixed in.

One evening as I dozed off to sleep I awoke with a terror -- I “heard” Noel Kramer’s voice say to me: “I’ve given them your name.” I was stunned -- “My God -- what is this -- evil psychic forces?” I was extremely shaken and frightened. This anxiety at an irrational level set the stage for the following several weeks.

I HAVE THE RIGHT TO KNOW whether this “thought” was deliberately implanted by some subliminal means -- by ARAMCO (Arabian-American Oil Co.) radio or television transmission, from a video cassette sound or picture track -- OR SOME OTHER MEANS.

Many other things happened during this time. I was led to believe there was a drug bust going on or about to take place. One of the first things that startled me was a movie at the Northrop recreation center. It was about modern day pirates in the Caribbean. A young boy had been kidnapped and had become part of the pirate gang.

Towards the end of the movie the pirates surprised a Coast Guard ship and killed everyone. The pirates were all coming on board for a celebration. The boy’s father had escaped or found them or something. He commandeered a big caliber machine gun and killed all the pirates”: and father and son were re-united.

A nice, entertaining movie -- except at the very end, a faint but identifiable image of the face of Jesus Christ was overlaid on the normal picture track. I was somewhat freaked out by this, but I tried to just forget it.

Another time, in the office, in a conversation I used the term: “Jesus Christ” as a slang expression -- something like -- “Well, Jesus Christ, I don’t know...” Mr. Celms said: “Why don’t you ask him?” Perhaps John was just expressing a religious point of view, though I think it was part of this project.

Another time I was at Mr. Alexander’s home watching a movie on video tape. It was a supernatural type movie about a young girl who had been raised and intended to become a high priestess of a devil cult. She was rescued from her initiation ceremony by a strong father-figure. I had the feeling that I was “supposed” to ask Pete for “protection”, but I just wouldn’t bring myself to do it. Another close friend of ours was there -- Pete turned to him and said, “I made a mistake.”

Another time in the office Mr. Celms said to Mr. Minton something like (I don’t remember the exact words): “They must be planning a big “production” with such a big budget.” Another time (or possibly as part of the same conversation) John said indirectly to Mr. Minton -- you go into the room and start the tape recorders.”

During this time I had also become friends with Mr. Jim Behreins (Behrens?) -- a Northrop employee. We would smoke marijuana and hashish and snort cocaine. Jim had a favorite song he played many times -- the lyrics went: “One way or another I’m gonna get you, I’ll get you, I’ll get you, get you, get you, get you.” It began to play on my mind after a while.

One day Jim had a somewhat nasty looking wound on his forehead. He said he had banged the windshield of his car or something like that. It seemed a little implausible and I feared that he had been beaten to get him to tell about people who were involved with drugs. I was afraid that “my turn” was coming soon. Jim asked me if I wanted to watch a movie (on video cassette). I said okay. He said he would go to a friend’s place (Mr. Tom Smerlis, a Northrop employee) and “put on a different ending.” We could watch it the next day.

The movie was “Midnight Express” -- about a young American who was in prison in Turkey for a drug offense. Jim said it was “apropos” for the situation.” I was just terrified. I was just waiting for the interrogation to start, but nothing ever happened. My uncertainty and anxiety was at an all time high. I knew something was going on, but I didn’t know what it was.

Back in the office, Mr. Minton came in and bruskly demanded: “I want some answers!” I’m sure this was intended to startle me -- which it did. He then indicated he was speaking to Mr. Robison and continued something like: “What do you know from that organization you used to be associated with?” Hal replied, “I’ve been associated with a lot of organizations.”

All of these things occurred within a week or two of each other. I may not remember the exact sequence.

Also during this time I was friends with Mr. Vern Salazar (American citizen) and Mr. Mike _____?? (I don’t remember his last name) -- a British citizen, both employees of Page. I was with Vern and Mike one evening when Mike showed me a little kit with various “spy items” in it.

He didn’t say he was a spy, but the items (which I don’t remember) and his explanations were clearly intended to make me think he was a spy. He then proceeded to tell me about a British spy and told me his name -- which I made a point not to remember. I’m sure the purpose of this was to “sensitize” me somehow.

Another time not long after the murder of John Lennon -- Vern said to me, “Some people think the C.I.A. was responsible.” What was his purpose in telling this to me?

Another evening Vern was at my apartment. There had been a fire at an ammunition dump on the base. The story was told that it had been caused by a cigarette in a trash can. I had heard the story initially as a funny incident regarding the fire department’s reaction with no mention of injuries. Vern said what really happened was that ammunition was being shipped to Iraq in crated marked food and clothing. The person handling it didn’t take proper safety precautions and was killed.

Another evening I was at home alone. After midnight I was listening to the ARAMCO (Arabian American Oil Co.) radio station. For several hours there would be songs followed by either the sound of a jet plane taking off or some phrase or other indication. I realized that the songs were (or could be) descriptive of persons; and the plane taking off or the other more varied kinds of indications (I cannot remember any specific indications) -- were signals to tell whether the person would be allowed to stay.

There was one song -- if I remember correctly, before midnight -- which I thought might apply to me. I mentioned this to Jim Behreins. He asked me what time it had been. I told him, and he said that it was okay. While it was not specifically mentioned in the conversation -- his reply re-inforced my opinion that the C.I.A. (or some such) was using ARAMCO radio to communicate. My wonder and amazement and anxiety about what was going on continued to increase.

I started listening to the radio carefully, trying to decipher hidden messages. I thought there was probably a general C.I.A. recruitment going on, but as time went on I imagined that there were fewer and fewer people still “unaccounted” and there would be an increasing number of “messages” intended for me.

I was in the office one day with the radio on. A song came on with the lyrics: “You have 30 seconds to tell me everything you know.” For some reason I thought that this was an ultimatum from Jim (Behreins). I left work and drove to his office. He said, “No -- that wasn’t so.” This didn’t relieve my anxiety -- it just continued to increase.

After this my emotional state was in a shambles. I went into Mr. Minton’s office and said -- “What do they want to know?” He said, “What are you talking about?” I said, “There’s a drug bust going on isn’t there?” Just get me out of here so they don’t kill me.” He said, “Are you all right? You just got some bad stuff or something.”

The next day I went into his office and said, “Do they think I’m a spy?” Don said, “Just calm down. Everything is okay.” (Or something like that.)

During this time I discussed with Mr. Minton on several occasions items in my personal history to explain my feelings and behavior. I told him about having been in psycho-therapy, about Noel Kramer’s death; how I thought I used drugs to escape psychological pain. I told him my leg had been broken in a car accident when I was under 5 years old, and that the drugs I was given before the operation had taught me that drugs could be used to reduce pain.

I was enormously distressed by all of this. I discussed my fears about a drug bust with Jim Behreins. I had a business trip to the U.S. coming shortly -- I told Jim I was sure that when I got my passport I would have an “exit-only” visa and would be able to return.

I bet him 500 or 1000 Saudi Riyals ($165-$330) that I wouldn’t be allowed to come back. When we made the bet he said that later I would be mad at him for taking advantage of me. In other words -- he knew there was a big production going on -- of which I was ostensibly unaware.

A few days before my business trip I went to Mr. Minton’s office for some reason. A Saudi Air Force person was having a conversation with Mr. Minton. When I came into the room he said to Don, “He’ll be all right -- a new passport, a new life.” What was this conversation? Was it meant to intimidate me? To have some kind of effect? To evoke feelings about Noel Kramer? It didn’t occur to me until quite a long time later that Noel might not have actually died.

Another evening late -- midnight or later I had been using come cocaine. There was rumbling, like thunder outside. It might have been the bowling alley at the recreation center, though it was past closing hours. Then there were one or two (or more) flashes of light -- powerful short bursts of light like from an electric arc.

It was like lightning, in a way, but I’m sure it wasn’t. It evoked memories of a religious experience I had had in high school in which I had a 360 degree vision of intense white light and intense euphoria. This had been preceded by (and I thing precipitated by) a powerful lightning bolt striking near my bedroom.

The fact that someone had set off this light caused me to come to the conclusion that all these things that had been happening were of psychological significance to me, and that there was a deliberate project going on. Then the astonished realization (belief) that “Betty Eisner is involved in this!”

I had told other people about the religious experience, but suddenly all the disparities of the previous years began to make some kind of sense. Not that this helped my emotional state. My amazement, fear and wonder just continued to increase.

A few days before my trip my paranoia reached such a state that I flushed all my drugs down the toilet.

I took the Pan Am-Saudia Airlines flight from Dhahran to New York. Mr. Minton had asked me to mail a letter for him. It was to someone whose initials were D.E.D. and had an address on Ash Street in Atlanta. Mr. Celms drove me to the airport, and he gave me the letter.

My paranoia was high. Was this a “dead letter” -- what significance did that have? When John gave me the letter he said he “put the stamp on it.” I was reluctant to take the letter -- given my fear and uncertainty. But I took it -- what else was I to do? The stamp was about “The International Year of the Child.” Did this have any significance -- was this saying to me that I was a child?

I was taking this trip to go to Wright Patterson Air Force Base in Ohio, and to take some I.B.M. courses in order to set up a computer communications link. Also on the trip to the airport John said to me, “Be sure to take notes -- they’ll want to know.” It was not -- “Take notes so you can do this project.” -- but, “...they’ll want to know.”

On the plane there were some “indirect conversations of not much importance that I felt were directed at me. There was something on one of the movies that was quite significant. There was a “scene” long enough for me to see it and “register it” that was completely out of sequence and out of context: it was a scene -- maybe only a few frames -- of Vern (Salazar) with his head wrapped in a bandage. This evoked in me the thought that Vern might have had cosmetic plastic surgery for an identity change.

Sometime along the way I came up with the idea that this was conditioning to get me ready to become a spy for the C.I.A. One of the scenes in one of the movies was about someone who got a traffic ticket. His driver’s license was in his shirt pocket. I made notes about conversations on the plane and other items I felt were part of this conditioning on a traveler’s check and had put it in my shirt pocket.

I became paranoid about this and decided to flush it down the toilet. I don’t remember specifically the action, but I did something that could be seen -- like an involuntary reaching for the writings in my pocket. I “realized” I had given away the fact that I knew a conditioning project was under way.

This had been the 3rd movie of the flight. It was a “short” without much meaning -- except that I thought it was a “training” film. This feeling was re-inforced -- after the end of the movie. I went to flush the writing and saw in another section another movie -- different from any of the movies that had been shown in my section.

The scene was of a young woman in uniform, saluting. I thought that probably what was happening was that there were only a few “subject” people in the different sections. That this movie was for the benefit of a woman who had “qualified” while mine was about someone in trouble with the law.

All of this and especially since I had demonstrated that I knew the project was in progress, made me fearful and guilty. I became afraid that I had screwed up so badly that I might be killed. It was a sudden, gripping kind of terror. I had a strong urge to go to the emergency exit and jump out. We were slowing down and flying lower -- I thought I might survive. I just gripped my chair to avoid moving.

After we landed I called Mr. Minton at least two different times. I was so freaked out and disoriented I told him I was going to go to a hospital. He suggested that I just go to a hotel room and get some rest. I went to the Jamaica hospital near J.F.K. Airport. I said I was suffering from exhaustion and needed a hospital room for a few days.

The receptionist said I would have to wait for 4 or 5 hours. I sat in the lobby to wait. Two black men came in and sat down near me. One of them had an object wrapped in a brown paper sack. It was about the same size and shape as a gun.

I became very paranoid. I felt certain they would follow me when I went outside, fake (or perform) a robbery, and then kill me. After a while the man with the “gun” looked at me and smiled. It didn’t reduce my paranoia. There was a small boy near me with his mother. I considered grabbing him as a hostage, but I said to myself -- “I will not terrorize a child.” I felt it would only make things worse.

I had some L.S.D. with me. I decided to take a large dose (about 500 micrograms) I felt my life was finished, and I decided to live my last few hours as intensely as I could. As the drug started to take effect I calmed down somewhat. I began to write. I subsequently threw the writing away because I didn’t want someone to read it and use it against me.

All I can remember writing is: “The L.A. computer experiment has failed. It was Jim’s (Behreins) song: ‘I’m gonna get you.’, and John (Celms) and (‘something he said’) that really got to me.” I can’t remember what it was that Mr. Celms said that affected me so. It was something that made me think of Dr. Eisner.

After a while I was quite stoned (intoxicated), but I was calm. I found the cafeteria and had a snack and some coffee. I went outside into a heavy, blowing snowstorm. The cold was bracing. I went to a nearby store and called for a taxi. I went back to a nearby hotel -- if I remember it was the Jamaica Hilton.

I stayed at the hotel several days writing and trying to get myself together. Later I flushed the writing down the toilet because I didn’t want someone reading it and using it against me. In my stress I called Mr. Minton and asked him to be my father.

I was remembering the pirate movie and how the father rescued the son from the pirates ending with the “seal of approval” of Jesus Christ. Also Mr. Minton had used the term “my son” for various people with the kind of frequency recently that made an impression on me.

Some short while later or maybe the next morning I went to the restaurant in the hotel. Some people arrived after me (I believe) and sat nearby. Someone said: “Ah! The magic word!” I felt sure this was in response to my conversation with Don.

Another time I called Dr. Eisner. I told her I was paranoid, that random noised set it off. She said my name 3 times -- “Mike? Mike? Mike?” I spoke but it was as if she didn’t hear me, and she hung up. I took this as a clear signal that I was not supposed to talk about the process. I did call her back, and there were one or two other conversations also.

I believe it was when I called her back she suggested I take a walk. I felt this was a test to see if I would follow orders. I was afraid I would be killed. But, I felt it wouldn’t make any difference -- if they were determined to kill me they could surprise me sometime later anyway. I went for a walk -- a car came around a corner somewhat fast. I was terrified but I wasn’t killed.

I went to Texas to visit my family. I came to believe that they too were involved in this project. My brother asked me if I was involved with the C.I.A. or anything: “Mama will want to know if her boy is safe.” My brother-in-law asked me if I was going to a special I.B.M. course. I said no.

When I got there (to Dallas) a few days later I decided it WAS special, and that he knew something I didn’t. In the class were two men who were sitting together and obviously knew each other. They looked very similar to two friends I knew from Rockwell Corp. We had started to work there at the same time (June 1969), and we all three had draft deferments for essential employment in a defense industry.

One of the men (in the I.B.M. class) made a remark to someone about a computer project. The remark was similar to a project I had been thinking about and probably had discussed with other people (in Saudi Arabia). I told him I had overheard his remark and wanted to discuss it further.

He gave me a very short reply -- a rather rude reply. He was clearly communicating that he was not interested in communicating. A minute later he said to his friend, “I thought we’d get a ‘bite’ on that one!” (Or something similar to that.)

Various things happened while I was visiting my family that made me think they were involved. My father and brother-in-law discussed drilling for oil in Columbia. My father laughed and said, “Let’s drill sideways and see if we can get something.” I felt this was to evoke an emotional reaction from me about cocaine. At some point later I said to my father: “I got cocaine from Pete Alexander and Jim Behreins.” He said, “Well, it’s your life.” Jim wasn’t a dealer like Pete. I think I was angry at him for his part in the drug bust scare.

I went on to Dallas and then to Dayton, Ohio to Wright-Patterson Air Force Base and D.A.A.S. (Data Automation...or something) to learn technical specifications for a project to transmit data to and from the computer in Saudi Arabia.

A couple of interesting things happened in Ohio. I told a security officer that a friend of mine had told me the name of a British spy. It was a kind of boasting incident that I didn’t want to hear and couldn’t remember the name anyway. He said to just forget it -- it wasn’t important.

The next day one of the persons I was working with said he had a message from my boss -- “Since you can walk on water be sure to get all the specifications right so you can do the project.” In one of the conversations I had with Mr. Minton before leaving Saudi Arabia I had discussed Jesus Christ and my religious feelings. I’m sure this