henrymakow.com — Oct 25, 2019

Personal contacts with Illuminati

My college roommate–whom I agreed to room with without knowing her well—was a programmed SRA survivor whose programming had “gone bad”

“As we became confidantes, she confided in me that SHE AND HER FATHER WERE LOVERS. AND THEY BOTH LIKED IT. “

by “Sheila” 

Not Rachel.

When I was a junior at Southern Methodist University,  I had a very difficult time and became very depressed. My then-roommate Paula, who was my high school BFF, unofficially moved her boyfriend into our apartment and they were having sex 24/7 and I could not study.  I was a super shy and socially anxious girl and I needed to move out.

There was this amazing girl Rachel I met.  She was brilliant.  She knew all the classics by heart, word-for-word, could speak many languages and was a die-hard feminist.  We were both considered very good writers in our journalism program.  I was so shy and dorky; I was drawn to her. I thought since things were not going well for me, perhaps becoming a Feminist could give me a cool identity. I wanted to stand out and have an identity.  Even being a part-time model did not make me confident.  I sent all the nice guys away. I could not relate to men. I was abused as a child.

Rachel was of Scottish descent and I am mixed race. French, Italian and Native American. She was very tall and large in a big-boned kind of way. Pretty long blonde hair but a large. almost masculine build. She was constantly biting her nails.

Her dad was the Medical Director of a large hospital in Texas and was also an OBGYN.  She was very refined but also had a dangerous presence. I was drawn to her because I wanted to be something–anything but a virgin and a dork.

She taught me that I had been brainwashed into religion and that there was no such thing as Jesus. She taught me about Feminism and I soon learned she was having affairs with about five professors.

I overheard one of them telling another professor that F$%R$%$ her was like FE#$#$ a fat French whore.   I soon agreed to become her roommate. This would be disastrous for me. Oh my gosh, over sheltered kids from dysfunctional families should never land in this type of situation. If only I could go back.

I started noticing my money and heirloom jewelry were missing and also found drug paraphernalia in the bathroom cabinets.  I had so few boundaries at the time I did not move out.  As we became confidantes, she confided in me that SHE AND HER FATHER WERE LOVERS. AND THEY BOTH LIKED IT.

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