ANN DIAMOND'S COLD WAR BLOG
2008 Apr 26 Suppose that after the Second World War, Nazi scientists came to America under the auspices of a secret program, to work on various classified projects for the military.
Suppose that some of their work drew on expertise gained in concentration camps, hospitals, orphanages during the war, using innocent people — including children – as guinea pigs
Suppose that, in America, these scientists received special clearance to experiment on vulnerable groups such as native people, orphans, mental patients, and certain "gifted" children.
Suppose that their activities were protected under a cloak of National Security, and that officially, none of this ever happened.
Suppose that the secret was kept hidden for four decades.
Suppose that one day, the truth started spilling out.
A CERTAIN GIRL: the story of a family caught in secret Cold War experiments.
2007 Aug 15 A new edition of MY COLD WAR is ready, and heading for the Frankfurt Book Fair. Thanks to everyone who has ordered and read earlier versions. Your support has kept this project going.
I just got back from the S.M.A.R.T. conference, on Mind Control and Ritual Abuse. Big changes are brewing —
Watch this space for news!
2006 Dec 14 Static Control Reviewed by Joan E. Cadham "The truth. That is your greatest weapon. Just be careful how you use it." Universal truth, universal warning. Perhaps it came too early - or too late - for Nova, the snake-haired girl with the gun in her pocket. Perhaps it came before she fully grasped her truth. Nova wanders through the Mediterranean, looking for the truth of her dead mother and the father she intends to find, to meet, and to kill. Her story, /Static Control/, unfolds through the points of view, experiences, and narrative voices of the girl herself; her father Dietrich Sol, a fading rocking star; Dietrich's second ex-wife, Martine; his fiancιe Angela; and Ralph Shore, entrepreneur and president of Static Control, who is bent on selling his product to a Middle East dictator. The setting, for the most part, is the island of Xeros. What is Static Control? The answer depends on the emotional and financial needs of the tellers. To Ralph, it is something "that stops things from sticking to you." For Mamoud, Ralph's Middle East partner, it is "a technology for eliminating the sins of the past." For Angela it is "something to do with astronauts and spacecraft." For Nova, who is responsible for orchestrating the probability of activating the device, it "has something to do with bombs." For a world on the cusp of destruction, it is a powerful tool for good or for evil. But the good and evil in Diamond's story ranges far beyond technology and politics: "Women have always fascinated me. Ready to sacrifice themselves and their self-respect to the goal of holding onto a man. Frittering away all that energy on a guy like me." Really. How much evil can there be in a man who says that? But for some of the women involved with Dietrich, there is more at stake than self-respect. A novelist who chooses self-publishing, as Diamond has done here, should have a sure sense of purpose as well as style, a sensitivity for editing, and a feel for the final product. Diamond, a former winner of the QWF Hugh MacLennan Prize for Fiction, has succeeded. The rapid shifts from character to character could, in lesser hands, have distracted and confused. Instead they propel the story. "At the Hotel Artimus, they keep a notebook in a glass case, all the words blurred by sea water, and legible only if you know the story." Nova experiences the truth of her mother and finds her father. Whether she finds herself in the process is left for the reader to discern. Perhaps the answer lies more in her solution for the Static Control device entrusted to her keeping than in how she handles the truth of her own story. Joan E. Cadham is a writer and journalist in Foam Lake, Saskatchewan. ©2001-2006 AELAQ All rights reserved 2006 Mar 17  When I met Harlan Monte, I was at a stage in my life where I was juggling many unknowns. I needed a session with someone who might be able to shed some light on some very dark questions. My "problem" was that as a child I had been put in some experiments that took place in my birthplace, Montreal — but not only in Montreal — during the Cold War. I had been placed in them by my unwitting parents, honest people who believed the famous doctors who presented this program as a special opportunity for their children, a form of training that would help us lead successful lives in the future. These same doctors were later exposed as having directed a secret program of research in Mind Control for the US military. Some of their victims died, or became "vegetables", while many others remain emotionally damaged and unable to remember what happened to them, or piece together the puzzle that would allow them to heal. Some of these people, our society labels as "mental patients." Our governments and mass media have maintained a wall of silence which, day by day, becomes more porous. Thanks to the internet, and the Freedom of Information Act, the facts about these secret programs — and there were many of them — are beginning to come to light. When I ran into Harley and his angels, I had just about reached the limits of what I could learn from using the available resources: books, internet sites, library archives, writings by other former children, my own recollections of childhood and adolescence, logical deduction, and certain gut instincts which had made me suspect I was one of those kids. Without my saying a word about any of this, Harley quickly picked up on the fact that I was writing a book. He told me we had work to do together in searching for "missing children." I didn't get it at first. My research was not about missing children but about my own vanished childhood. It took a while before I realized we were both on the same page, though coming from opposite directions. As a psychic, Harley had sometimes been called upon to look for children who had disappeared. In my own way, I was also one of the lost children. Finding myself involved recovering my lost memories. I had blocked certain events in my childhood, in order to feel "normal." Neither of my parents was around to help me delve into my past, since both had died before I was of an age to ask real questions. Harley was able to bypass the barriers of time and space, and go directly to the source. The incredibly detailed information he channelled could only have come directly from my father, the only person in a position to know what had really happened to our family back in the 1950s and 60s. In writing MY COLD WAR, I was able to realize the truth about a deeply traumatic period — not just for my family but for thousands of Canadians. The truth is: thanks to my Dad, I survived a program that killed children in the name of "national security." In working with Harley I have come into contact with the spirits of children who did not have fathers to protect them in this life. These children are trapped between worlds, and can't be free before their story has been told. Harley and his gifted group of remote viewers are helping children in this world and worlds to come — they are exploring a new field of psychic research, using methods and energy that one day will be considered completely normal. I see them as pioneers on the threshold of a new milennium. The children we have rescued were often gifted, but their lives were cut short by a program that used human beings as fodder for military schemes designed in hell. I can't help thinking these children would have wanted to be on the side of the angels. Since they have passed on, they are acting as our guides and helpers. Sometimes I can feel them around me, applauding Harley and his angels for their dedication, sincerity, and humour in showing the way to a world where the technology of war will be obsolete. This future is worth fighting for, not with weapons of mass destruction, but weapons of light.
2006 Mar 17 When I met Harlan Monte, I was at a stage in my life where I was juggling many unknowns. I needed a session with someone who might be able to shed some light on some very dark questions. My "problem" was that as a child I had been put in some experiments that took place in my birthplace, Montreal — but not only in Montreal — during the Cold War. I had been placed in them by my unwitting parents, honest people who believed the famous doctors who presented this program as a special opportunity for their children, a form of training that would help us lead successful lives in the future. These same doctors were later exposed as having directed a secret program of research in Mind Control for the US military. Some of their victims died, or became "vegetables", while many others remain emotionally damaged and unable to remember what happened to them, or piece together the puzzle that would allow them to heal. Some of these people, our society labels as "mental patients." Our governments and mass media have maintained a wall of silence which, day by day, becomes more porous. Thanks to the internet, and the Freedom of Information Act, the facts about these secret programs — and there were many of them — are beginning to come to light. When I ran into Harley and his angels, I had just about reached the limits of what I could learn from using the available resources: books, internet sites, library archives, writings by other former children, my own recollections of childhood and adolescence, logical deduction, and certain gut instincts which had made me suspect I was one of those kids. Without my saying a word about any of this, Harley quickly picked up on the fact that I was writing a book. He told me we had work to do together in searching for "missing children." I didn't get it at first. My research was not about missing children but about my own vanished childhood. It took a while before I realized we were both on the same page, though coming from opposite directions. As a psychic, Harley had sometimes been called upon to look for children who had disappeared. In my own way, I was also one of the lost children. Finding myself involved recovering my lost memories. I had blocked certain events in my childhood, in order to feel "normal." Neither of my parents was around to help me delve into my past, since both had died before I was of an age to ask real questions. Harley was able to bypass the barriers of time and space, and go directly to the source. The incredibly detailed information he channelled could only have come directly from my father, the only person in a position to know what had really happened to our family back in the 1950s and 60s. In writing MY COLD WAR, I was able to realize the truth about a deeply traumatic period — not just for my family but for thousands of Canadians. The truth is: thanks to my Dad, I survived a program that killed children in the name of "national security." In working with Harley I have come into contact with the spirits of children who did not have fathers to protect them in this life. These children are trapped between worlds, and can't be free before their story has been told. Harley and his gifted group of remote viewers are helping children in this world and worlds to come — they are exploring a new field of psychic research, using methods and energy that one day will be considered completely normal. I see them as pioneers on the threshold of a new milennium. The children we have rescued were often gifted, but their lives were cut short by a program that used human beings as fodder for military schemes designed in hell. I can't help thinking these children would have wanted to be on the side of the angels. Since they have passed on, they are acting as our guides and helpers. Sometimes I can feel them around me, applauding Harley and his angels for their dedication, sincerity, and humour in showing the way to a world where the technology of war will be obsolete. This future is worth fighting for, not with weapons of mass destruction, but weapons of light. 2006 Jan 30 Here are some comments I've been getting from people who have read or are reading MY COLD WAR.
"I never read it after dark." - my friend Ruth.
"It was horrible!" - Ruth's friend Marcelle.
From David Pryke, author of several books on John Lennon, including THROUGH THE MIRROR GO ROUND:
"I have at last finished reading "My Cold War" and I am still collecting my
thoughts...it really is a mind-blowing and frightening story in so many
ways! I knew so little about all that you describe...and yet in a way I
lived through it all...
Just getting my head round the basic facts that a government agency
could do that to its citizens....that alone is very difficult. Then to
take in all the fine detail...and to understand the pain and trauma is
multiplied by hundreds and thousands....wow!
And to think that we are talking about Canada! I have always imagined
Canada to be a kind of model modern democracy...
I have shared your book, in outline, with some friends and
colleagues...they too are shocked.
I suppose part of me didn't really believe it all...as I read through
page after page of your book, I suppose I was secretly shaking my head
in utter disbelief...so I had to have corroboration.... I didn't
believe the scale of the whole thing.... It has also made me wonder about the same thing happening in the UK...you can be sure it did...and how many post-war children here were treated in the same callous way..????"
Please keep the comments flowing, people! I want everyone to be as deeply shocked as possible!
2006 Jan 24 POSTPONED FOR A WEEK (OR TWO) - STAY TUNED! Next Monday, January 30, 2006 at 1 pm Ann Diamond will be a guest on RADIO: HIDDEN FROM HISTORY live on CFRO Radio, 102.7 FM in Vancouver Kevin Annett is Live on Vancouver Co-op Radio: Every Monday from 1:00 - 2:00 PM (PST) on 102.7 FM, CFRO in Vancouver, Canada. Tune in to Kevin's lively public affairs program "Hidden from History". Guests include activists from the West Coast native community, anti-poverty movements, and ordinary men and women battling injustice, police brutality and globalization on the ground.The program also features regular updates from The Truth Commission into Genocide in Canada, and the mounting evidence of crimes against humanity committed in Christian Residential Schools.  2006 Jan 05 Over Christmas, I sort of revisited the Beatles era, and let my mind float back to 1964, when the Beatles came to America, and kids of my generation began screaming. I always thought the hysteria had a lot to do with the Cuban Missile Crisis, which had happened the previous year. During that Crisis, we were threatened with nuclear annihilation. At my elementary school, our principal and teachers prepared us for the worst by marching us down to the basement and telling us what to do if missiles started falling on us. Their message was, "Follow your leaders, and some of you might even survive." This was when some of us began questioning whether our leaders, which included our teachers and principals, really had our best interests at heart. And whether they really knew what they were doing... Then came the Beatles and their message: "All you need is love!" They were partly right. So were the Rolling Stones, a few years later, when they sang, "War, children, is just a shot away..." Looking back now, it appears we really did have good reason to scream. Our leaders were telling us one thing, but in the background they were doing another. They were pretending to want to protect us from the evil Russians and Chinese, but in reality, they were involved in some of the same heinous activities that were going on behind the Iron Curtain during the Cold War. In Montreal, where I lived, there were secret programs inside our schools in which certain kids were chosen for "psychological testing." Everybody thought this was a good thing, almost a privilege, to be singled out for something so special. To the parents, it meant their kid was going places. Sometimes, though, kids ended up going places their parents would never have wanted them going. Such as mental hospitals, underground military laboratories, and even unmarked graveyards. That too, is a legacy of the sixties, and it needs to be opened up and exposed to the light. There is no other way to undo the terrible damage that was done to certain children in our society, which is supposed to be one of the most tolerant and democratic in the world. Here in Canada, we are about to have an election. But nobody in our government has ever been called on to answer this most basic question: What happened to thousands of Canadian children during the Cold War? And will there ever be a public accounting? In the meantime, that's what MY COLD WAR is about: one child's experience of growing up amid the fear and secrecy of an era that, in many ways, resembles the one we live in today. 2005 Dec 31 No matter what you tell me, Christmas is an incredibly sad time of the year. The tacky decorations, the screaming music, the lights, the advertizing are all designed to pull out out of yourself and get you to give, give, give in order to get, get, get.
But the people doing most of the giving and getting already have most of the wealth, so increasingly Christmas has become a time of shocking contrasts. Homeless wraiths hover in the background of those glittering department store window displays. They are the real spirit of Christmas in 2005.
In the neighbourhood where I am staying in downtown Vancouver, street kids stretch out their sleeping bags in front of stores, at all hours of the day and night. A community of them camp in front of the liquor store, setting up a daily garage sale on the sidewalk. The members, all ages, come and go, and as I pass them I get the feeling they are part of some new society which seems to be growing daily. They never ask me for spare change. They have their own economy, based on bartering bits and pieces of junk.
This year I spent Christmas alone. Well, not entirely. I had the internet and I used it to to contact a couple of old, old friends from decades ago, and also meet a couple of new ones quite by accident on line. I also watched a Beatles documentary called LOVE ME DO, which seems to have set my personal clock back forty years.
But for the most part, I spent this holiday ignoring all the social obligations and activities that I think of as being part of a normal Christmas. Like writing Christmas cards, and going to parties and social functions, and exchanging greetings and gifts, and putting up decorations, and having people over, and cooking a turkey, and baking cookies and cakes. I just decided I wanted nothing to do with any of that.
I stripped Christmas naked this year. I hardly went out. I stayed in this apartment, put on Indian music, wrote, slept, did yoga, and let myself dream about the past, the present, the future.
I was a bit afraid at first that, if anyone asked, I would have to tell them I was having a totally selfish Christmas, indulging in a desire to be totally isolated and alone. I knew what most people would say: "You poor thing! Come on over!"
It was the last thing I wanted to hear, because I knew I would probably not have the strength to resist. I would go out, and end up having a pretty good time, and then I'd come home and fall into bed thinking, "Well, that was fun, and I'm glad I celebrated Christmas. I guess that proves I'm still part of the human race!"
That's just the point. This year I didn't feel like going through the reassuring rituals of Christmas. Because I truly am getting tired of the human race.
I want this to change.
So this year, for Christmas, I did nothing. I became Alice In Wonderland and I slipped down the rabbithole and ended up in my own world for five whole days. And it was fabulous, and I feel reborn, renewed, revitalized. In fact, I feel like the Christ child herself!
When was the last time I just let myself be carried along by my imagination, into whatever fantasy came up, without caring about any of it making sense to anybody but me?
I think it was 1967?
Something like that.
Well, maybe thanks to watching that Beatles documentary, I suddenly remembered a time, long ago, when it was okay to relax and float downstream....
it felt so wonderful, I feel like recommending it to others.
The "spirit of Christmas" is so loaded down with materialism, drudgery and conformism, I think it's time to create an alternate set of rules for people who want to just disappear for Christmas.
Let's make it okay to just be alone with our own imaginations.
The fact that this hit me with the force of an extremely original idea, is proof of how far we have wandered away from our inner world, at a time of year which is traditionally a time of dreams and visions.
It was dreams and visions that led the Three Wise Men to follow the star, and find the baby Jesus, n'est-ce pas?
We can find it in ourselves, as the year draws to an end, to imagine a future more in keeping with that story, than the crude nightmares of religious war and terror that the media keep showing us.
Why don't we make it legal to turn off the lights, shut off the TV, and just withdraw into ourselves at Christmastime?
We might emerge from the experience with a whole new understanding of what this holiday is really about.
2005 Dec 15 This article appeared in the Montreal Mirror ARCHIVES: Nov 24-30.2005 Vol. 21 No. 23 The Kristian Perspective Mengele on Mount Royal by KRISTIAN GRAVENOR It is still often said that Josef Mengele lived here in 1962. Mengele, if you missed the movie, perpetrated incredibly gruesome experiments on concentration camp victims before escaping post-war capture, living peacefully in South America until drowning in 1979. So why do people swear he was here? As we know, the CIA organized bizarre mind-control experiments led by Albany, New York, resident Dr. Ewan Cameron at the Allan Memorial Institute. The CIA funded Cameron’s “psychic driving” experiments, which involved ridiculously powerful electroshock treatment and inducing extended LSD comas. In those years, the CIA hired many former Nazis, as has been noted in 1.2 million pages of notes declassified over the last five years. Earlier this year, congressmen from all sides complained that the CIA was still illegally repressing more files, presumably the more damning stuff. The CIA-Mengele connection has become a conspiracy cliché of sorts, repeated so often that the CIA issued a denial of any connection between the agency and the doctor on their Web site. Some were suspicious of Mengele’s many escapes from capture. And while Mengele was one of the most unthinkably sadistic people that Western Europe has ever known, his knowledge could have been valued, despite having been derived from horrific scientific experiments that could—hopefully—never be duplicated. This is where Ann Diamond comes in. To read the rest of this article, go here: http://www.montrealmirror.com/2005/112405/kristian.html
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Ann Diamond is an award-winning Montreal writer, teacher, workshop leader and writing coach.
In 2002, she discovered she was a child in secret Cold War experiments done on unwitting Canadians and Americans during the 1950s and 60s. The result was My Cold War (2005, 2007), about awakening to the possibility that our lives are not what they seem.
A CERTAIN GIRL is the story of one family caught in a web of government secrecy.
PREPARE TO BE MOVED AND SHAKEN
In 2003, she moved to Greece where she is building a house with her partner on the slopes of an extinct volcano.
Ann Diamond can be reached for conferences and media interviews at anndiamond2002@yahoo.ca
(Above photo by Vassilis Triandafyllidis. www.lemnosexplorer.com)
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Print: $19.99 EVEN IN THE AGE OF TERROR, LOVE CAN STRIKE ANYWHERE. In this post-modern odyssey, a young woman wanders the Mediterranean in search of her famous father and the secret of her mother's death.
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Print: $21.95 After the Second World War, Nazi scientists came to America under the auspices of a secret program, to work on classified projects for the military.
Some of their work drew on expertise gained during the war in concentration camps, hospitals, orphanages, using innocent people -- including children – as guinea pigs.
in America, these scientists received special clearance to experiment on vulnerable groups such as native people, orphans, mental patients, and certain "gifted" children.
Their activities were protected under a cloak of National Security, so officially, none of this ever happened.
The secret was kept hidden for four decades.
Then, one day, the truth started spilling out.
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Download: FREE In 2003, I encountered a remarkable man, Harley Monte, a trance medium, who offered to help me investigate the fate of some "missing children." He introduced me to some of his extraordinary friends, who were gifted remote viewers. Together we explored some dark secrets hidden in the catacombs of the underground city.
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Print: $25.95 Download: $10.00 "On a day in the spring of 1956, my parents dressed my brother and me in brand new outfits, my mother put on makeup and her best, camel-hair coat, and we all went for a drive in the countryside near Montreal. We took along our puppy, Smokey, wrapped in a blanket in case he peed on the seats of our new car. Not long before, my father had agreed to enrol me in a special program, whose directors were very interested in bright little girls like me."
So begins Ann Diamond's terrifying tale of growing up in Canada during the Cold War -- an era when secrecy ran rampant, ruining careers and lives. This is the true story of one family caught in a dangerous web of deception.
Ann Diamond is an award-winning Canadian writer.
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Print: $14.98 Download: $5.00 David Dennings is a detective with a difference: he also cuts hair on the side. The sign on his door reads, "No hair too thin, no case too small." But when ageing rock star Nick Maggot shows up in his salon in the middle of a Montreal blizzard, Dennings finds himself on a dangerous quest that will change his carrer and his life, beyond recognition...
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Print: $19.99 Download: $10.00 CANADIAN EDITION. Ann Diamond's third novel is set in the Mediterranean, where a singer's troubled daughter goes missing. Enter New Age businessman Ralph Shore, holding the key to the Future: Static Control.
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