Michael J Spinler

Autobiography:

 

I will begin prebirth, testing facility soviet boarder. Peter R. entered into Russian super soldier program, dies after battle lost in Russian winter. next memory fighting in Nazi Germany against Nazi forces. climbing up on the beach with a force then getting shot a few times, but ending up dressed as a Nazi in a base somewhere where i killed many men.

Put on Freeze.

body taken and age regressed into fetus and put into human mother. 

born january 10 1992 premature and dead. necessitated 4 times. basic memories as a chld obscured by a adult mental voice. memory skip to age 7 where i was placed into a "special class" in oak haven elementary. there were 3 of us and we were told daily do draw and the "teachers" would leave us.  but at least once a day i would be taken and pinned to the floor in the next room over. 5 teachers would hold me, one for each limb and one to sit on my back. and the "psychologist"  sue lyons, used to tell me to keep calm and i would be let go. which was always a lie.  some days i would be taken and put into a blank wall white wall room with a blue mat on the floor. and be left all day until the bus left.  but one day i kicked out the bottom bricks on the back wall and ran into a hallway. hid behind 2 printers until my mom came.  a few months later i was walking to class and the "behavioral specialist" sue stevens began to strangle me, so in a flash i blanked to i snapped back and she was on the floor. apparantly i had hit her and knocked the stocky woman flat and her face was swolen like a watermelon. according to doctors me at age 7 60lbs, had shattered her cheek bone. now imagine i am 6ft3 , 170lbs. and fit. the damage i could do to someone now. that is a terrifying thought. 

I was taken from there out to a waiting police car in hand cuffs. taken to the police station where i was locked in a cell. then taken to butler mental hospital for "treatment" men in white uniforms came in a ambulance and put me on a gurney sitting, handcuffed my ankles to the bench and put me in a strait jacket. taken to a room where i did a puzzle, the doctor filled out a clip board. then i was taken into a cell and strapped down to a gurney, hands ankles and chest. head. then i was left. i dont remember anything until i turned 9. but after i had seen 4 ufo's by the age of 14 it marked a dramatic shift. i began to wonder if i was being abducted since they were right above me and my house so often. it was like i was not even the same person anymore. i began to meditate often. talk to nature spirits. angels. demons. blah blah blah. 

Note in telekinetic abilities:

 

my mother began teaching me in the ways of spirit walking and mediumship in and around my 13th birthday. That being said i had no idea it was "real" so to speak. i thought it was neat trick and that was it. but one day after a few attempts at astral projection, i had found the gaul to enter another room. i got up out of my body, walked into the kitchen, and picked up a knife. i heard a big bang snapped back into my body and my mother was opening the door asking me what the hell just happened. i told her and we went to the kitchen to find the knife still rocking on the counter as if it was dropped.

You see; now after i began to study and learn of my psychic, spiritual side i began to lose my fear of death. began to take on healing attributes. i could heal things. i had a bright glowing aura and most said a set of green fluffy wings. which i no longer have. this was as a young teen. but i began to wonder what else was real. now being a super soldier never was known to me, but if asked i would have said it makes sense. ive always been facinated by the military and assassins. i always felt drawn to it. but i understood i didnt want it. 

now i will go over time layed over and some recall.

i recall around 13-15 years of age at some point, i was in this testing facility in michigan i do believe somewhere. where there was a energy field around the perimeter and a lot of barbed wire and 8foot chain link. in the memory i snuck up out of a underground train station and into a "run down barn" but that was only on the top level. i went out a side door and looked to the right to see a blonde boy come tearing over a fence and run like a mad man top sprinting bull boar like he was being chased by the devil himself, now i saw the machine gun.. he didnt see it apparantly because he ran about 100 yard in front of it strait into the crosshairs and it lit him up like a fire work, he didnt just go down, he didnt just drop and roll like in a movie, he exploded. like a poof of red dust into the wind. his legs flopped over and his torso was just gone. head gone. and i watched him smiled in my mind and thought what a unlucky bastard. 

moving forward to age 17, i was a trainer for new recruits. as far as i know i had not seen combat, but had become a expert in martial arts and survival tactic.  i was sitting on a rock one leg bent up, wearing black and grey almost urban cammo, with black combat boots tied over the pant legs, and a black field jacket with a black tank top. sitton on this rock looking out at the faces of my men. then a superior officer walks over and i do not rise and am grabbed off the rock. he is in a dress uniform and pissed he had to get dirty to come find us. his face is hard to see but i know it had deep lines in it. down his mouth sides. deep. and grey/white crew cut hair. no facial hair. the uniform was army but the badge was like a black sheilf with a gold line diagnal goint top right to bottom left with a lightning bolt in each half.

It was at age 17-18 i began getting activated for jobs. 

Combat Recall Memories: In No Particular Order:

 

The jungles of South America, men in almost communist uniforms. short of mexican or guatimalan decent. i had a m24 sniper riffle with a 12x scope. i picked a position offset from the loading dock where the drugs were being packaged and sent up river. i spotted the leader pointing giving instruction, boy leaders sure do love to point dont they? pinned my crosshair over his heart, checked wind, set him 3 bars down, 2 right. fire. he drops. they see the shot and tear out up the hillside after me. i run up a ravien for what feels like miles. up a hillside oh over a 60% grade like a cat. and ran through the jungle for hours. top speed. i got to a place that on the surface looked like a restaurant but it was full of MIB. they stood and i ran out into the dirt clearing where the memory seems to short out.

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England. or Ireland. cobblestone streets and a street lamp. i walk out of the car up past a house, the streets are very small and switchback a lot. but i walk strait up to the door and knock. a black door with gold numbers. a man answers. i place my baretta to his 3rd eye and pull the trigger terminating my mark throwing messy spaghetti all over his wife and kids and walls. job success.

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Egypt 2007.

A one humvee unit, driving through the desert. one knee pad right knee, desert ACU. m4 carbine. helmet with telecomunicator right ear. we stop in this little id call it a town but it was nothing but huts. 14-16 of them on this road in the middle of a desert with nothing for miles and miles. a cammel and a goat. but this boy caught my eye. i got out of the vehicle and he began to run, i tracked him down at this little shack, he backed up until his back was on the wall, but a wooden box got in the way of him and it, i grabbed him by the neck and pinned him back flat on the box took out my k bar and drove it down into his heart. he twitched and flapped over. the life left his eyes and i took it out wiping it on his shirt.

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This is where it gets sort of odd. the memories go from savage combat to guard duty. 

I was driving a oldsmobile delta88. old tank of a car. i was on a roof of a parking complex, a small what looked like a dwarf blonde woman came running up out a steel door and ran across the parking lot and hid behind a car. a few moments later a priest kicks the door damn near off its hinges and looks pissed and almost sick. his face is red, he is sweating profucely, dabbing at his face with a white cloth. i get out of my car and run over to the girl, i tell her im her transport and she comes with me. i snap back mid pursuit  with what i can only describe as a MIB lincoln. it had tinted window, and it was following us on the highway going a buck twenty. keeping perfect pace as if we were barely moving. but i got tired of it and slammed on the breaks and sent them ramming into the meridian with the big body of the olds. 

next guard duty assignment, 

las vegas i pop awake sitting in a limo and barbera bush sits to my front right, a being appearing to be joseph mengele sits in front of me laughing and sipping at a whiskey on the rocks. smoking a cigar. and to my imediate right, a man much like myself. a man on guard duty. 

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