Leonard Cohen–Product of Illuminati Mind Control?
Ann Diamond’s memoirs of Canadian singer-poet Leonard Cohen provides more evidence that popular culture is
controlled by the Illuminati and contrived to promote sex, drugs and the occult. Often the artists are programmed alters.
“It should be obvious to anyone who grew up in Montreal and knows the hidden history of those years, that the singer-songwriter has spent most of his life circling a crime scene and singing about it, in a veiled but consistent way, like Hansel scattering hopeful breadcrumbs…”
In 1951, Leonard Cohen took part in Dr. Donald Hebb’s notorious sensory isolation experiments, for which student volunteers were paid the then-princely sum of $20 a day.
Donald Hebb (1904-1985) was under much pressure from the Defense Research Board of Canada, who funded and oversaw these experiments, not to publish his results, which were of great interest to the military but would have come as a shock to the public.
Some of the volunteers were unable to stand this torture for more than a few hours. Some tore off the bandages and banged on the door of the isolation chamber, screaming and crying to be released. Hebb was making great strides in “changing attitudes” as well as lowering IQ in his sensory-deprived subjects, not just undergraduates but allegedly also orphans. When Hebb finally did publish his research, he claimed he had experimented on rats.
Leonard once told me he enjoyed these experiments in which he learned to dissociate his consciousness, leave his body, and go on long voyages through the universe. The experience was so pleasant, he volunteered to be placed in a flotation tank while on LSD. He enjoyed that, too.
It’s called “dissociation” also known as “shock” – saints experience it when they’re being tortured or burned at the stake. So, one would guess, do their torturers. Dissociation works both ways. It explains Nazi death camps and why we may feel ecstatic after surviving a car accident.
We now know that D.O. Hebb’s sensory isolation experiments became the foundation for torture techniques used by the CIA etc. in its secret prisons around the planet. Hebb, a neurologist, had CIA clearance. Small children – mainly orphans and aboriginal children — arrived in his laboratory courtesy of McGill and the RCMP and were kept in sealed off areas of the Allan Memorial and Montreal Neurological Institute. Some were caged.
Having access to human guinea pigs made Hebb’s research that much more impressive. He also worked with rats and monkeys, and had a favourite ape he called “Pooky.” McGill, at the time, was controlled by a network that included British-American and Nazi-trained eugenicists.
It would be interesting to do a textual analysis of all of Cohen’s writing – someday when I have more time I plan to do that — combing his poetry and novels for references to the secret program that he appears to have been part of for most of his life. Up to now, his critics seem to have overlooked all those references to hospitals, (Nazi) doctors, psychiatric experiments, electroshock, which litter the pages of his early work. Perhaps some day we’ll get to read his first novel, Ballet of Lepers¸ which no Canadian publisher would touch in 1957. It might give us deeper insight into the real causes of his lifelong depression and anxiety.
His two alma maters, McGill and Columbia, were both epicenters of MK-ULTRA research into mind control during the years he attended. As were certain studios and film-making teams at the National Film Board of Canada, an arm of British intelligence that brought our Leonard to national attention in 1966, with the film “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MR. LEONARD COHEN.”
As was the Silva Mind Control organization, where Leonard met [wife] Suzanne in the late 1960s, was another front for brainwashing. As was Nashville, where his musical career took him later. And let’s not forget the Chelsea Hotel, where he hobnobbed with musicians and CIA programmers like Kris Kristofferson, who was often mentioned when Cohen introduced his song “Chelsea Hotel #2″ — about the time he had sex with the depressed and drug-addicted singer Janis Joplin. I have always found it the creepiest song in Cohen’s repertoire.
It should be obvious to anyone who grew up in Montreal and knows the hidden history of those years, that the singer-songwriter has spent most of his life circling a crime scene and singing about it, in a veiled but consistent way, like Hansel scattering hopeful breadcrumbs along a trail that took him from McGill to New York and then Europe where he connected with the Rothschilds.
These early days, when he was just an obscure young man in search of a destiny, determined everything that happened later on. Early on, he “volunteered” for something and the rest is musical history.
There were times I witnessed Leonard’s programming either in operation, or failing to operate properly. That is, when I lived next door to him and some of his friends. By the mid-80s he had many people grouped around him.
It would be hard to imagine or find a more charming, generous, affable, funny guy to have as a neighbour. Unfortunately, though, that was only one side. Cohen is multi-faceted, which is a nice way of saying he has different personae, or “alters.” I wouldn’t like to guess how many but this would explain why, while living next door, I witnessed events that would have been less likely if he had a single core personality. Instead, he had Hazel helping him manage his relationships, no easy task.
The Allan Memorial Institute is a half hour walk from his house on the park off Saint Laurence Boulevard. In the summers he frequented the swimming pool behind the Allan, where doctors, nurses, and other hospital staffers hung out with people from the Entertainment scene. Years ago, I was told by an ex-nurse and former hospital orderly that the purest cocaine stolen by staff from the hospital pharmacy could be bought beside the Allan Memorial pool, and was reserved for the Beautiful People of downtown Montreal, like some of my neighbours who, in many ways, behaved like members of an exclusive club.
Mind controlled entertainers and public figures — and this also applies to certain mind-controlled politicians, like Pierre Trudeau, a friend of Leonard – often require handlers to help them manage the problems of being programmed multiple personalities. Handlers can also be famous, like Kris Kristofferson, who was also Janis Joplin’s lover. Once you know this secret side of the music business, it’s easy to see how it operates in plain sight, beyond the awareness of ordinary fans and the gullible public.