John Stormm Biography

John Stormm Bio:

My name is John Stormm, and I am an MKUltra survivor. I'm a highly trained ninja and a master martial artist and very, very hard to kill.

In the summer of 1953, I was one of the first batches of infants to be inducted into the MK Ultra program. I was subjected to torturous physical, mental, genetic, psychological and chemical conditionings, designed to make me into an unstoppable hunter/seeker/assassin. A master of what the CIA used to refer to as "the happy accident". An untraceable stealth weapon capable fracturing skulls, necks, spines, ribs or whatever and in a split second, leaving a corpse that can be easily set up to appear as a car wreck or household accident that leaves no embarrassing fingers pointed or homicide investigations.

In the late 1960s, I was trained and used as a remote viewer in an MK Talent portion of the program, and by 1970, I had taken on some of my first combat roles taking and terrorizing my victims from the Cambodian side of the Ho Chi Minh trail, making them disappear and die silently in the jungle shadows as they crossed over to avoid US troops. 

I trained Khmer freedom fighters in stealth tactics to facilitate them equipping themselves from the weapons and stockpiles of the Khmer Rouge, just prior to the US bombings of Battambong. I became "problematic" as an MK unit because my cooperation as a killer was dependent upon me believing it was always for the greater good. I was pulled and given the option to join up as a "contractor" with the DEA and other alphabet agencies in hunting down drug lords and other such monsters in Central America. My unit was designated as "Disney Toons" and my call sign was: "Thumper", probably for my machinegun punching style.

With well over 140 different programs under the MK Ultra umbrella, there are many aspects we have in common, including ritual abuse, abusive families and constant terrorizing as children. 

Secondly was dislocating and micro fracturing our bones (Google: "Wolf's Law"), making them harder, denser and stronger to further protect our organs, making us more survivable to knives and bullets. Also preparing our skeletons to handle the increased strength without breaking. The pain and terror of this also facilitated the first item in this list.

Thirdly was the shock treatments. There were less of these to the head, when we proved to be "talented", which also contributed to our terror and conditioning to separate ourselves from the pains. Also making us nearly unstoppable by any normal means.
Drugs, hypnosis, sounds, flashing pictures to forcibly opened eyes also were used to condition and program us. 

Advanced martial arts training and tactics from various experts and masters involved nearly every weapon, including devastating "kiai's" (shouts) that have been the last sounds to violate a man's ears. 

There was also "the chair", which was used to either implant false memories and/or remove any memories in a debriefing and replace them with something a bit more innocuous. Over time, the real memories seem to return... mostly.

Many variations in training, drugs used, genetics, ultra-steroids, bionics, implants and more are also used in these programs, almost all of them will include much of what I've listed here" - John Stormm

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"Well... not ENTIRELY true: If you gave your oath to uphold and defend our Constitution against ALL enemies, both foreign AND domestic, and realized there was no time limit set on that oath. And if you realize that the BIGGEST and truly ONLY threat to your freedoms are NOT some poor, Third World Muslim (extremist or not). You will view such an ATTACK, an ASSAULT on such and you can fight back. You can rationalize that any way you like. But for myself: The moment someone tries to put hands on my and use force to get THEIR way over my rights: It's an act of WAR, and the survivors can argue in a corrupt court at a later date. Ii didn't see the blood and guts of my brothers spilled all around me, in places that were no threat to our American ways of life, to turn into a mewling little pussy about it now. I'm STILL under that oath!"

 

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This is a message I got from John Stormm, it is not the condition I am in, it is the condition he told me he was in

 

"I'm very, very sick. And I have seizures and stroke damage besides. I can't even step out of the house for more than a couple hours at a time without endangering myself. Most of my peers are long dead, and of less than I'm carrying in me now. I won't be around that much longer, and as often as I have courted danger: That bothers me less than you might imagine. Dying is easy. Living like this, under this corruption and persecution is HARD. Don't get me wrong: I'm *not* suicidal, by any stretch of the imagination. But at 7:55am this morning, I turned 61, and I truly wish that I passed on quietly the last time I was hospitalized instead of surviving to live like this, and see this all happening around me. But, no warrior goes before his time, and for whatever the future is bringing my way: I'll fight this to the end, with all due extreme prejudice towards the monsters who took such a big hand in fouling our world." John Stormm

Being chewed up and spit out is the condition of most of us on this forum. We have the common factor. Military, govt, etc. It pains me to see anyone suffering, especially to this degree. I know you are fighting this with everything in you. Don't stop. We have them running nuts and we are not backing off now. Some of the shit we found in the labs......nightmares. I will help you if you want. I do some healing.  

NO FEAR

Peter Parker, spiderman, john stormm

 

That's pretty much the one I remember from 1970, in  Company 305, 11th Battalion at Great Lakes Naval Base.  I envied him.  He wasn't constantly being pulled out of line and sent to the dispensary for more tests and blood letting.  I got no end of that in the Navy.  I had originally joined to put some distance between me and MK Ultra, but that actually got worse.  I left under an Honorable Discharge after 2 months and 26 days of service, for refusing the over abundant medical procedures on me, all of the time then.  I did better as a fully active Ultra than that.  Parker seemed to go through that without a single hitch.  I figured he might even make some kind of officer status someday if he decided to keep with it.  Most of us, liked him no little bit.  

 

After Company 305, I went totally Ultra and they sent me to Cambodia for a few months.  I didn't see Parker after that.  I was assigned another outfit (Disney Toons).  But still, there *were* a number of people that I always had some inklings of.  Most of these were not "Ultras" as such, and some were some kind of disturbing next generation style folk that I could never put my finger on.  It was like I was kept from them or vice versa. - quote from john stormm

Read that this morning, Nate. Thanks. Yeah, the shit is getting too deep and it's time to fight back. 

My milab friend, sis and i are going thru reimplantation and blood taking. I don't know what the fuck is up now....even more brain surgery. I wish they would leave my fucking head alone. Sorry, new implants on raw nerves connected to every area of my head and face. Insane pain into my teeth and in my head. This is sadistic.

 

Just got a needle in the back, ribs. I don't know what is up, but things are moving and strange things are happening with some of us milabs. the invisible injections are constant. 

NO FEAR

Originally Posted by Nate YPX Grey:

10460447_10152505790168293_3649162733581989491_nThere were 4-5 throwing knives, 4 darts, 8 shuriken, and a small handgun in this picture.

 

Brass knuckles, unnecessary. My bones are harder than that. There was 3 full sized, weighted throwing knives (one in the middle of my back, just under my shirt collar, one sheathed on each shin.). Two 5 inch wide shuriken (chest area), six smaller, thinner Togakure style shuriken (pockets), A manrikusari (a 40" thin steel cable with lead weights at each end) wrapped around my waist. A handcuff key under one 5 inch wide, black leather wristband, plus 3 dirks. A lockpick and tension bar inside of my belt. 3 darts under the other matching wristband. Hooked into the tops of BOTH wristbands were "ninja hooks", comprised of an S-hook attachment to my wristbands, a length of steel chain going up my sleeve to my elbows, and a larger hook at that end. These could be brought out and joined to garrote, block, entangle and opponent, or used to grip things to allow me to dangle from my wristbands at heights, as long as I needed to "hang out of sight" from my quarry or pursuers. Old ninja proverb: They NEVER look UP!

 

john stormm says that he met peter parker "spiderman" and that spiderman is black.  I have met the same guy, and the guy I met was also black, so our stories match up.  

 

this is his quote about how he met peter parker

 

"A few bunks up from mine, in Company 305, 11th Battalion, Great Lakes USNB."

"Summer of 1971. He has to be about a year or so older than I. I signed up just after my 17th birthday to try and get free of the MK Ultra program. It wasn't one of my better plans." -John Stormm about spiderman

 

"I only stayed with Company 305 a few months, before MK Ultra started shipping me all over the place. We had gone our separate ways, but then that was true of MOST people in my life. I was never allowed to stay in one place for a very long time, and all too often I was being sent out to places that I could neither write from, or expect to return from alive." - John Stormm

 

 

Laura was a close personal friend to me for over 40 years.  She was truly, what most of you would define as a "succubus".  Many folks never get so close, and not in a good way.  This was my tribute to a long time friend, and I'm sure you'll find it interesting.  It may even shed some light on some people you only thought you knew.  It's not always a "bad thing".  -Stormm
 
Originally Posted by Nate YPX Grey:

http://www.bookrix.com/_ebook-...m-laura-039-s-story/

 

John Stormm wrote a book about Laura

 

 

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Talking about his sparring matches with Peter Parker "Spider Man"

 

 "I've been nailed once or twice with that jump over the head and kick to the back of the head trick by him. I ducked a little and figured I avoided his attack and got kicked before I could figure out I had been had. Just sparring of course. I don't know if THAT is him. Parker's about my age now. That would make him somewhere between 62-65 years old." -stormm

 

 

 "I was only with Company 305 about 10 weeks, before I got moved downstairs to UDT-6, and then on to Cambodia as a fully active Ultra. Parker scored tops in the Company during that time. He was quite popular, and rightly so. He had a great head on his shoulders, physically fit as anyone could be. Agile as all hell. Humble as dirt and friendly and sincere in his interactions with everyone. I was not an easy guy to approach, and that didn't help when I got sick and was given LSD in my meds and had an episode in the barracks before being carted to sick bay in restraints. He helped calm me down. That *could* have gone VERY bad and been lethal to somebody. He probably saved a few peoples' lives that day with how he handled me. I trusted him probably more than anyone else in the company, though I thought most of them were pretty good guys. But I was hoping to escape MK Ultra by being a sailor. I just got into it worse than ever. Parker had his own reasons for being there, and as far as I could see, he was doing okay with it. That's about as much as I know, except the next time I saw him, he was appearing as "Spiderman" with the Shrine Circus in Rochester, NY, and a few other deals. Totally masked. Nobody had a clue. He recognised me right away, and we had yet another little sparring match in the back dressing rooms and all, and he always managed to score on me with some crazy acrobatic deal that you would not believe a guy could pull off." -John Stormm

 

 

"I sparred with him quite a few times, especially back in Company 305, 11th Battalion at Great Lakes Naval Base. We did a bit in the off hours in the "drying room". That was often used for impromptu matches of sorts. We'd make use of all the corners and wall surfaces to make our attacks. He had a really nice and sincere smile that would practically light up his face. Great guy!" -John Stormm

Thanks Nate.  I am very worried about him and he has not had any Insulin since Monday and is trying to travel to a safe haven.  If I lived in the US I would go and pick him up, but I live in Australia and my car is not amphibious, yet.  I am sharing a lot on FB and would like to ask all you guys from my heart to contribute something on his gofundme page or send it through paypal.  He knows I love him to death as do a lot of others and I am extremely worried him.  Thanks again Nate for all your doing.

 

This is John Stormm with Duncan O'Finian.  I got John's permission to post this quote.

"Back in 1953, the tall blond thing was STILL the Nazi ideal vision of the supersoldiers they wanted to produce. At least from the standpoints of the Rochester facilities, they tended to push that envelope. However, by about the mid 1960s it became as obvious as it was to spot the "Langley Farm Boys" or a Fed by their looks, it became obvious that it took a whole lot of effort to use someone like me as a "spy" because I stood out like a beacon. I couldn't be more obvious if I started singing: "I'm an aryan superman and I'm okay..." at the top of my lungs. I started sharing my training with the next generation ULTRAs and they weren't all so big as I am. Interestingly enough, to point out the "advances" in the models... See how much taller than Duncan I am? I am ridiculously strong... but he's actually stronger than I (by about another 250 lbs or so) and heals maybe twice as fast as I do. But he can walk into a town and not catch everyone's eyes so much as I. I had to rely on my cover as a martial arts competitor and my shadow training for keeping me out of sight. Think of it as an "evolution" of thought in the field of supersoldiers. Personal history." - John Stormm

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This is a note written to me by a first generation MK Ultra Named John Stormm. It is about our mutual acquaintance Peter Parker. I only remember meeting him a hand full of times for short periods but Stormm served with him in the military.

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"Parker, in his own way, was a hard character not to like. I think the comic book version, missed a great role example for a young black man. But they were looking for an "anti-hero", and that's what they settled on. The one significant thing I can tell you about Parker, is because we were in the same place, at the same time. We ended up in the Summer of 1970, in the U.S.Navy (me trying to escape MKULTRA), he became the "Squad Leader" for Company 305, and I was about 4-5 bunks down from him, on the same side of the barracks for MOST of that time. Yes, he WAS an exraordinary acrobat/athlete. He could beat my time throught the Concentration Course, EVERY time... and I could power through it like no human could. But he had this deep smile and humble attitude that just won everybody over... He practically fell into being first bunk there. I was getting pulled constantly for a LOT of medical treatments and such. Navy turned out WORSE for all of that than MKULTRA was. Eventually Co.305, 11th Battalion, Great Lakes Naval Base, Fall of 1970, Capt. F.M. Simons, C.O. and I got dropped downstairs to train with UDT 6, as Parker and our guys graduated, carrying a LOT of colors and honors. My record as an ULTRA and all was burned by Richard Helms, in 1973. I don't know where Parker went after then. But I can swear on a dozen Bibles that in REAL life: Johnny Stormm and Peter Parker were hanging together in the same place for a few months together. And we BOTH knew, more or less, how far and above we were, to the hardest case Marine Brig Guard than anyone else was. I was certainly the less likable of the two of us them. I think he's a year or two older than I. I, like ALL the rest of another 80 guys in that company, not only liked, but admired the Peter Parker we met there. Most were probably feeling safer after I left. But Parker spotted me with my sister, doing interviews at a Shrine Circus in New York (I was still an active ULTRA), and remembered me, did a cute kind of kip-up that stuck him on the ceiling over my head, and kicked me a couple times in the face (not hard, a comic "bitch slap") and I spent the next couple hours hanging out and catching up. I knew he had work, and he was playing the costumed Spiderman at this circus (very well), But people like us don't just get used i small time scenarios, but you also learn better than to ever ask too much. But he didn't seem to have a hard time trusting me, and I always felt treated well, even when he disagreed with me, That's my over all impression of Parker, from my own point of view of those times." - John Stormm

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