The Journey Man

Tony Topping Britain’s Leading UFO Researcher An Excerpt From His Book.

The Journey Man

This story began in December 2009, currently it is being worked on and submitted to literary agents, due to the controversial nature and content of the book some people might be horrified to discover that mind control and mind invasion weaponary is continually used to enforce the silence we are not alone. Why is it used ? That is a question I am trying to find out. Here is an excerpt from the introduction of my book The Journey Man, which explains real events that look at the complex subject of UFO contact in a slightly non fictional way, the book will then move on to tell my story which is non fictional. I write of events that have happened to me with UFOs, shadowy government agencies, and MONARCH mind control programming as used by those shadow agencies who harassed me. It is in the public interest for these events to be told to a wider audience, your mind is not safe from invasion, and it leads humanity down a dark abyss, that is why the subject of UFOs should be dislcosed, the people who targetted me remain unaccountable and hidden in the infrastructure of compartmentalised intelligence, what you are reading here perhaps some may not want you to see, as it is truth blended slightly with fiction the aliens I speak of are based on actually entities, the mind control that I write about was used on me in February 2001, and I have always suspected it was to test a new mind invasive weapon.

To All Those Involved In Operation Brave Spectator They Made It, & Mac Is A Father ......................

In a world where you sit reading this story of fiction blended with truth the President entered the White House situation room, all stood. All turned and all sat. Advisors civilian and military, and the various secretaries of state, all eyes were on the President of the United States, he took a breath and said. " Our friends from another world they made it". A round of applause greeted the President. The internal war within the US Administration had begun. The crew of the Eisenhower broke the silence, over events in the Indian Ocean, book publishers knocked on doors, broadcast media asked questions and the campaign to discredit and debunk those involved was launched with a venom, much to the disgust of the President privately. Operation Brave Spectator and all those involved were to be discredited.

Jarvin’s people created an artificial world, and moved back and forward through time it would be of great interest to the powers on earth, perhaps for the wrong reasons. His people once lived in a world, a world that fell in around them, a world they could no longer sustain. Despite the technological advances of his kind, Jarvin understood that the power of creation was a force of life that even they could not control. As earth human's had discovered. The problem that human beings caused however, was not in this time zone, it was in the future, and the aliens called them, future earth military, where the violent humans of earth were now stepping into space, by a peculiar paradox his people lived in one zone of time yet interacted with future earth, years ahead of earth time. Is it possible the people of earth would learn before it was too late? It was hoped by all that they would. For now Jarvin and his people would keep this paradox a secret.

If it was not for her, a hybrid born in a test tube, and others like her, all hope would have been lost for Jarvin's race. They had watched an earth human from the seventies when he was born. A man of the right stock, a man who would also play his part to help them. As she looked across at Jarvin in the beautiful study room, a room that contained the history of her kind in the depths of the ocean beyond the reach of the earth military, she raised her head. She was angry at Jarvin, and anger was for her a new emotion, that felt hot like a sun anger was about to explode inside her. Of this she could not understand. Anger at Jarvin's non intervention with the earth man, anger that he had been exposed to more than one time line. The earth man was being observed and was going insane. History records her as saying "I have always followed the wisdom of the Elders, but this, this lack of non intervention, is I have felt wrong." That she said "I have felt". Was an encouraging sign as it meant she was feeling emotions similar to earth woman, and this was a sign of promise?

Jarvin knew her well from when she was a student at the college, similar to those of earth. She always would ask questions and never take no for an answer from her tutors, always wanting to prove them wrong. She was one of the brightest. Jarvin spoke, or rather telepathically conveyed the following. "I know you have feelings for the earth human, trust in my direction, let him grow strong". She retorted, her emotions clear. "You have exposed him, and not just to one probable future but to many. The Andromeda Nordic are expressing replication interest in him, where does it end? Jarvin."

Jarvin glanced a fatherly glance like an earth father to his daughter and spoke with his mind again, the mind very powerful carrying a wisdom of centuries, "Trust in my wisdom and that of my fellow Elders and your sister shall have his child." Feeling the emotions of an earth women, developed through years of study, she felt an upset surface within her and stormed out of the room. In that year 1999 so the story goes the man they had watched since the seventies, had awoken with a sudden awareness that something was near him, the voice of Jarvin spoke, and the man felt an artificial whisper around him, "you must rest it is very wise to do so". The man did not listen and went insane in his own private hell. A hell caused by those on earth, who wished for humanity not to know, nor to understand that human beings were not alone in the universe.

The man the group watched was unique, and to the group who controlled the UFO cover up on earth was an intelligence asset. The asset always tired, always on the edge of lunacy, had slept, a sleep of trauma a sleep of disturbance, they had tracked him since 1997. Indeed the controlling group called Majic, Majestic, Majority, or even Illuminati, that stepped out into the real world as if from a James Bond film or Robert Ludlum novel had given the asset some very nasty happenings with highly secretive mind control technology. Used by the CIA under various names including MKULTRA, and PROJECT MONARCH. these secret programmes reflected on our movie screens in the Jason Bourne Trilology under the fictional name of a mind control programme called Treadstone. Mind control had been a huge success upon the population, it fed the needs of the sinister elite, and they marvelled at how MONARCH programming had caused mass mind control within the media and music industries. Someone somewhere in the United Kingdom had authorised a PROJECT MONARCH operation of a type not seen or heard of before. Its agenda only known to few people who worked in the world of black operational projects. Operation Dark Mind had began.

For over forty years they and they alone controlled all information regarding the UFO subject. Anyone who opposed them was removed. Secretary of State James Forrestal was thrown through a window, for discovering we were not alone. The fool wished to go public on the Issue of humanity being not alone. It would affect the agenda and so Forrestal was terminated with extreme prejudice. Any other person in authority regardless of rank, or office would be denied information regarding UFOs because of national security. In a world of shadows as you read what is truth blended with fiction, history would reflect in intelligence circles how the US Administration had triggered a civil war among themselves over the UFO situation in the Indian Ocean, later to be called The Indian Ocean Affair, or its original name Operation Brave Spectator. For some were sick and tired of the Nazi Fourth Reich, operating from Antarctica and Brazil like a dictatorship, it was as if the allies never won the second world war, as Eisenhower would reflect. He would also reflect as to who in the hell caused all out air war over the skies of his nation during the UFO air war of 1950, many crafts were lost, many good men died and President Eisenhower had wondered what he had got himself into.

Eisenhower saw what was coming in his military industrial complex address and warned the people that if left unchecked a sinister and unaccountable monster would be unleashed among our freedom loving nations. Eisenhower was stabbed in the back and the lock down on information regarding UFOs became an enforceable silence, the silence took the cabal to new and extraordinary heights.

The UK operation of the group was having a problem with UFO craft turning up often over the home of the asset. The UFOs it appeared paid the asset close attention. According to the asset, the UFOs may have been watching him from the seventies, but the group had started Monarch mind control on him in 1997. A form of Stockholm Syndrome had occurred between the mind controllers and the asset.

Family man Mike Wilson, scientist, and special agent to the world of the weird, was involved in a very dark comedy, a comedy that would have serious consequences for all concerned and expose these horrible acts from a blind public. He was to run tonight's special simulation into the asset's mind. Monarch expert Wilson, devoted.

Father, pillar of the local community, general nice guy, worked in engineering, so his legend went. A daughter and wife who loved him dearly, and should anyone find out his real job, he could be killed, his group had already killed in order to protect the secret, of what they did, for if it was discovered what they did death would come. That he invaded minds. That he crippled, controlled, and led people to certain doom with this technology, that he could provoke any emotion and any thought synthetically and remotely was for him a job like no other. He was a psychopath and very proud to be part of Operation Dark Mind.

In the murky world of black intelligence, and Unacknowledged Special Applications Projects (USAP). Such behaviour was habitual, acceptable. They had tapped the asset's phone, the group above the law. Wilson and his other agents had laughed at the asset trying to desperately oppose their remote oppression. He was a ballsy little bastard, and carried certain unique abilities that would reflect in his children hence the UFOs seeing him first. One call they listened to, a mate of the asset, was encouraging him to tell the National Audit Office and go to the police. The asset went to the police who calmly told him to see a doctor. The doctor took what the asset was saying about what was happening to him as the rant of a loon and referred him to a shrink.

The asset caused further hilarity when he phoned the MI5 help desk to report these incidents. The officer who picked up the phone had wondered if the MI5 management were on another planet letting loons like him phone the Security Service. The officer Jeff Turner had joined MI5 to be James Bond, so he joked. Instead he was listening to a lunatic trying to report information about people harassing him and using mind control technology on him. There was one born every minute. Except the phone call Jeff had received was a man trying to explain a devious catalog of incidents by people unaccountable. The man on the phone was telling the truth. It was for Jeff yet another nutter call. Monarch programming via remote microwave delivery had been approved and deployed against the asset, harassing phone calls had started and trying to make his life a hell was a joke a mission in the role of these counter intelligence people, they would try and make him phone facilities and organisations, so that he could warn of what was going on, acoustically into his head, as soon as the phone would be replaced, a voice he would hear saying "you rang". There was that fateful afternoon when he phoned the NSA at Fort Meade telling them of his harassment, yet another loon thought the man in the public affairs office. The phone intercepts by another department in the NSA, however, thought differently and flagged his phone for security monitoring. Like a comedy of errors were ever the asset went, whatever, he put on his web page, whenever he filmed the UFOs these organisations despite official denial watch him carefully.

With a sick and sinister brutality Majestic were sending him insane, and then telling him he was the cause of the madness, and needed their help. His mind compartmentalised and shattered, the asset would be awake thinking he had messed the bed, as they, down loaded effects into him of bowel movements as he slept. Alternatively, siren sounds as he tried to fall asleep, as the brain patterns reached a certain level of relaxation the telemetry would signal and effects of screams, gunfire, the house crashing in on the asset would happen all synthetic effects, all part of the wider agenda, computers analysed the asset's mind in response to his house being set on fire, artificial reality left to run riot, and the asset could no longer focus or concentrate he was on the brink of suicide. Often at four am, five am or three am, the synthetic wake up call for the asset to go to the toilet was in place, if you thought this was not happening in the UK today think again.

In the Cricketers Arms in Selby, Wilson made his move and as the asset walked past him, Wilson, drink in hand, joked loudly to his opposite number once again the asset was off to the toilet."I see he is off to the toilet again", this psychopath highly paid to be involved in crimes of the hidden secret state, had breezed into the pub, it was his smile at the barman, that smile, that made him fit in, made him ordinary Joe, in a public place, the asset knew better.

The technique using this sinister technology was about control, and the group via Wilson and others had taken control waking the asset night and day screaming into his head that it was time to go to the toilet. The asset had not noticed Wilson nor the remark as he walked past him. Neither had the asset noticed the glance of Wilson's opposite number in a pub mirror trying to catch attention asking why the asset would not speak to her. They both seemed agitated, that the asset appeared gormless of them. "let's go", said Wilson, and out of the door they went. The asset was no fool, and had noted Wilson enter the pub, order two glasses of coke with a smile, observe him stand with the woman. The woman tried to gain eye contact with the asset, and the asset imagined smashing Wilsons nasty little head into the glass mirror near him, the asset concluded that he was in driving distance of the town, and carefully made a mental note of which top secret facilities were in his area.

There were problems with the foo fighters, the RAF, and the UFOs flying over the asset's house, the asset was filming the UFOs regularly and much to the Majestic group's annoyance everyone was joining in including those from the land of the polar region, whose disc like objects would also appear. Certain government secrecy organisations in the world knew of the land of the polar man, from when the Nazi regime fled to Antarctica establishing bases and advanced flying craft, and of course giving the yanks a bloody nose during Operation High Jump.

Nevertheless, these disks were being shooed away, by bigger and better UFO craft, including a large black triangle craft which had been turning up on and off for the past 6 months from the depths of an ocean far away from the UK. The asset would know of the triangle UFOs arrival as he slept, and would be awoken to friendly sounds and gentle sensations. There was also the very shocking incident in 1996 of a female not of this earth looking back at the asset from a mirror and asking "how do I look", in English fluently. It scared him stupid. These strange incidents would happen always as the asset slept. He slept now with the light on. The group had filmed him from an unmarked helicopter, mapped every location where the UFOs had come in or around him. In fact, another helicopter was sent due to UFO activity over his house, and it was buzzed, very closely by a UFO. Flying over the top of them, the UFOs were observers who said little but kept appearing. The Majestic monitored him remotely, watching the comings and going's of the UFOs. The classified programme they were running on him was falling apart, they did not see it. Tonight it was time to use the asset to test a synthetic weapon, it was 0300 the asset was in deep sleep and the special project known as the church simulation was to be the first live test by the operation, it was about to be run as he slept the asset felt as if he was in his local church, an artificial world vibrating in his head, and strangely he liked it, but then he would as the area of his brain that felt pleasure was also being hit. It was sick, truly awesome in its brutality that the one being tortured could actually have the pleasure centres activated in his brain to enjoy the horrendous act of the torture and then of course this turned them psycho. They marvelled at this new form of non lethal weapon. Torture, pleasure all at the same time, welcome to the hidden world of mind control.

The simulation loaded in every detail leapt into his mind, the shackles of sleeping, awake, the torture of being deprived of sleep, it was sinister that his mind did not feel shock or revulsion, but a sinister learning to impulses of intrigue and pleasure as to what was happening. It was this part of the assets mind that Operation Dark Mind had taken over, it was this part of him that made him become a Manchurian Candidate. Every thought the asset had reflected back into mainframe computers modelling his brain probing what his secret was why were the UFOs interested in him?

George Orwell and mind control had arrived and was being used upon this green and pleasant land, and they could never tell the people.

The asset would scream in anger in quiet moments, a silent scream of anger, he would scream the scream of a tortured man. On the other hand, was it a thousand tortured men, his hands would tear at his hair in frustration fists would bang into walls, as voices remotely generated invaded the asset's mind, nothing was safe, nothing was private, his mind belonged to them, Majestic, Majority Illuminati it mattered not when you were seriously contemplating throwing yourself off the local railway bridge into the flowing river below, a blissful release, and a huge mistake as he hit the water, a mistake to part this world, as others beyond the world of the human being had made plans.

The asset recalled being awoken at three in the morning, by a synthetic voice booming into his head, that he would do them a favour by killing himself, was what the voice said. What had he done, what was he going to do that provoked such savage invasion of his mind. For the group who controlled him was going all out to obtain the child from him, a child, why for what reason, the reason was one that eluded him, yet it was common at the height of the mind control for telephone numbers for the asset to call to be broadcast to him. Is this some bizarre dream, some fictional world he was living in, it was not, it was a real living hell? As the former MI6 agent took to the floor at a conference to blow the whistle on operations of this nature, he began to speak, felt strange, the room spun, the world had caved in, death had come in front of an audience, all his instincts had told him something was wrong, a most experienced man keeled over and died while speaking at a conference, such gatherings did not attract much media attention, as the audience recoiled in horror at the scene before them, the man who remotely killed him with a portable non lethal weapon left the hall, and sank into the shadows. Operation Dark Mind it's network of mind controlled asset's cannot be revealed.

The simulation from the synthetic weapon hit the asset in his head like a hammer. The asset felt he had urinated himself while asleep, that his mind could not wake and that a vision shocking and vivid was that of a man, the man he saw in the pub stabbing into his head with a knife. Repeatedly time and time again, and again, screaming into his head, stabbing sensations like a knife blade hitting him set in an artificial environment that looked like his local church, it was bizarre, it was sinister. Was he awake?, was he asleep ?, was he even dead and in hell?, this, he could not tell, the asset awoke wondering if he would die the next evening from these terrible sustained attacks? the test was a success, the psychopathic scientists would be pleased. The asset could not take much more. The UFO cover up continued.

For many years, these hidden people were part of a control group that had owned me, controlled me, and tried to manipulate me. I am highly psychic, I was taken out of this world, I visited a world somewhere in our future I, was put back, and I am unable to remember what happened, those who targeted me also know this and perhaps more, what you have just read are true events, blended with fiction, the testing of a mind control weapon, upon me in January 2001, the use of Monarch mind control, It led me to think I was going to die. I was an asset to a group of people who controlled the UFO cover up. Part of classified operations that belonged in a spy novel, I have been followed by black government agents, filmed by helicopters, seen the people behind the UFO's, Been one step away from insanity, I was chased by UFOs assaulted by UFO's taken out of my body by them.

I filmed the UFOs often, grieved when a UFO was shot down over Iran, and have battled constantly against those behind the UFO cover up. I was tortured for a number of years with brutal mind control technology. You will not find what you read here in any other UFO book. It is entirely based on my own account of events that started at age two. It was in 1999 when these events really took off for me, and the cost it has had upon my life and my soul has been heavy. My name is Tony Topping, I am The Journey Man. This is my life story of the black covert world of UFO's and what goes on behind the scenes. It is in the public interest for the nations of this world to be told. It is within these pages I will show you my world, a world that was kept quiet from the public interest in the service of a corrupt and sinister UFO cover up that only serves ourselves in the future to make horrifying mistakes. I have been a lone wolf for a very long time, I have been ignored, overlooked, told I did not have what it takes, labelled a lunatic and liar, and yet from 1996 until the present-day period, I have stumbled into a situation I have never clearly understood. I

I have learnt despite the official denials that we are not alone, and in enforcement of the silence against the population an unelected UFO secret police plays its part set against the back drop of governments and officials wanting to know about those we as a race could learn from. What you will read in the pages ahead is my account of alien interaction and the UFO cover up at its most brutal.

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