The Aftermath of My Resignation and My Last Dealings with the CIA

“When they have something to bite with their teeth,
They cry out, “Peace!”
But against him who puts nothing in their mouths
They declare holy war.
Therefore it will be night for you—without vision,
And darkness for you—without divination.
The sun will go down on the prophets,
And the day will become dark over them.
The seers will be put to shame,
And the diviners will be ashamed.
Indeed, they will all cover their lips
Because there is no answer from the Son of Man”
----Micah 3:4-7
 
 
Last April, the GCHQ placed a hit on me after I bypassed a renewed commission of my combat license. At the time I was weening away from a black-ops assignment with the American CIA that took me into the world of live entertainment. I helped broker a deal for sports and live-music extravaganza in the Middle East to lay groundwork for a strategic offensive in Northern Africa sometime in the next decade.
 
During my downtime, I began searching for entrepreneurs I could help, and was placed in contact with a talent agency owner with headquarters in South Carolina. She was an attractive woman near my age and a professed Christian. I gladly took the assignment, not based on her looks, but based on her faith.
 
Two months into the assignment, I realize the gig was a set up. She just happened to have a novel idea for an entertainment venture, and I had connections within the entertainment industry that would have benefitted from her idea. The idea also fit nicely with the deal I had brokered in the Middle East.
 
She was a skilled and charming actress, and we hit it off quickly. Mid-way through the assignment she became flirtatious, and I maintained my professionalism. She was slow to nil at producing deliverables, and this raised a flag. I decided to investigate her credentials beyond the original due diligence, and what I learned shocked me.
 
A Princeton classmate of mine who had made a career in the venture capital industry had fronted her business. She had lied to me and told me the business was family-backed. The deeper I dug, the more her story fell apart.
 
The registered name of her company tied directly to my classmate and from there I began to connect the dots. My classmate was originally a year ahead of me and had taken a year off. We were relatively close and hung out in the same circles. He happened to have a father with organized crime ties and had been one of the men I kept tabs on for the GCHQ whilst building my academic credentials.
 
Learning that he was involved with her business was shocking, but what I learned next was even more shocking. He, too, had accepted a role with with the GCHQ and was a assigned to a Clandestine Operations unit in the Northeast. Like me, he was athletic and quick on his feet. Unlike me, he was a gifted orator with snake-like charm.
 
I had been recruited to hunt and terminate high-value targets that threatened strategic national interests for the Crown. Because of his ties with Cosa Nostra, my classmate was recruited to gather intelligence on their organized crime syndicates and compromise American bankers and businessmen for the British Crown in the process.
 
After I learned of my classmate’s involvement with my clientele’s business, I broke off the consulting engagement with the woman I was helping. I had a sense of what they were asking me to do, and I refused to re-enter the same type of service I had engaged in for the first twenty years of my career.
 
In 2008, I had completed the obligations of my commission by taking out South American drug traffickers with a base of operations in the Atlanta area. I had also survived an attempt on my life in 2013 through Christ’s grace after my activities ran afoul of the Federal Reserve. In short, I was no longer willing to take another man’s life in service to our nation.
 
After I terminated the agreement with my clientele, I experienced several demonic occurrences. At times, I began to feel an unnatural presence at my residence. I also began to hear voices that were not my own in the spaces around me. In the months since these disturbances first occurred, it has been revealed to me that the presence I felt were demons. It has also been revealed to me that the voices that surrounded me were a product of the dark arts.
 
When I survived the first assassination attempt, I did not resign my commission. In fact, I was so deep under cover that on the surface I was not even aware of my involvement with the GCHQ. This was by design. The British Crown has long engaged in the dark arts and elements of Great Britain’s MI4 (now known as the Allied Defense Infusion Centre) are especially skilled in these practices. Their involvement, along with the training I had received, kept me in the dark.
 
After I was screened for service, I underwent a training regimen akin to the CIA’s Project MK Ultra through the GCHQ. This included voluntary and involuntary doses of narcotics including alcohol, LSD, PCI, psilocybin, and mescaline administered by my training commanders. It also included unscripted, life-or-death contests for my survival whilst under the influence of these drugs. The pass fail grade for these tests was simple: they were games of survival.
 
During these training regimens, I was gassed, asphyxiated, attacked with knives, and nearly drown. I learned the fine art of hand-to-hand combat and received crash courses in field mechanics and field medicine. I also learned to block out the trauma and stress I had undergone, file the combat experiences away in my memory, and forget they had ever happened. In short, I was trained to kill on command and maintain secrets.
 
I spent twenty years under cover as a commissioned field officer. I exposed probable targets to my superiors and hunted sanctioned targets on my own. It was a lonely, isolating experience, and afterward I undertook black ops work for the CIA as a decommissioned officer. In 2009, I recognized the direction the American press was heading, and began to gather backers for a non-partisan digital media challenger. Unbeknownst to me at the time, the Federal Reserve Board voted the idea down and sanctioned an assassination attempt on my life.
 
Though I was injured, it is only through Christ’s grace that I survived the assassination attempt. During the later stages of my recovery, I began daily regimens of prayer and meditation in earnest. I would ask Christ to provide knowledge of his will for me, block out all sensory awareness to the best of my ability. I controlled my posture and regulated my breathing for thirty minutes to an hour or more every day.
 
Through these meditation sessions, vestiges of my past were revealed to me. Those vestiges included details of my recruitment by the GCHQ, the primary purpose of my commissioned post, vague recollections of my search for targets, and sketchy details of the missions I completed.
 
I was trained to enter defended locations without notice or disruption, rapidly terminate my targets, and exit the locations without leaving a trace. During my twenty years of front-line duty, I took out violent sociopaths without nearly a scratch.
 
That said, after the completion of each assignment I entered a coma-like sleep and then woke the next day with a loss of blood flow to my upper left extremities. I cannot say for certain why this happened, but the experience was so frightening that I could not remember my activities the night before.
 
When I experience demonic activity at my residence, my prayer and meditation routines are disrupted. When this first happened, I turned to writing as an avenue of worship. At first, my essays were mostly commentaries on social trends and political occurrences. The level of demonic activity I experienced only increased when I began to write , and I began to witness physical occurrences from time to time.
 
I live close to a Walgreens drug store and frequent the establishment late at night on occasion. After one visit, I returned home to find a chip in my drinking glass the size and shape of a human bite print. On another occasion, I witnessed a common housefly manifest out of thin air before my very eyes. On still other occasions, I witnessed animal-like apparitions appear in dark hallways throughout my residence and move with a limited degree of motion.
 
These demonic activities accelerated shortly before the second attempt on my life which occurred in April of last year. A couple of weeks before the accident, a familiar voice greeted me one evening when I was driving my vehicle. She was in distress and in need of assistance. The voice was so heavy that I ran a red light. The vehicle I was driving was t-boned on the drover’s side door by an SUV going 50-plus miles per hour. My vehicle spun twice upon collision, and it is only through Christ’s grace that I survived the impact.
 
The second attempt on my life also happened to involve a vehicle. That said, the second attempt occurred in two parts. First, a loaner vehicle I was driving was hit by a sonic cannon on a deserted city road in the early morning as I was making a U-turn. The blast’s impact was so great that it collapsed the driver’s side door and rear panels of my vehicle. The wave's impact even cracked my right eye socket. I suffered a severe concussion as a result and was rushed to the emergency room of a local hospital by paramedics.
 
I was strapped down to a board when I arrived at the hospital and greeted by an Ukrainian assassin masked orderly. He proceeded to poison me with a slow-acting and highly toxic nerve agent by placing a thumb needle in my right wrist. I struggled to resist to no avail. The assassin then  disappeared from the emergency room as the poison worked its way into my system.
 
I was held for observation for four days and under physical duress from the poison the entire time. Upon discharge, I relied on my field medical training to administer an antidote to the poison, and weened down from hyperventilation over the next two days. During that time, I learned that the GCHQ had arranged both legs of this assignation attempt.
 
Shortly afterward, the American CIA approached me with another black ops assignment. They enticed me to re-enter my trained vocation by offering a target for assassination: Governor Ron DeSantis of Florida. Without hesitation, I rejected the offer.
 
I have chosen to remain apolitical in my faith. The American political system is rotten to the core, with both candidates on most major slates both chosen by the Federal Reserve Committee’s Banking Board. That said, as far as the U.S. Presidential elections are concerned, Governor DeSantis is the greatest threat to the British Crown’s future interests as well as the interests controlled by a Central European banking consortium known as the Bilderberg Group. DeSantis is considered the most stable candidate, and the strongest candidate as far American values and principles are concerned and would be a hinderance to both power’s strategic interests.
 
Despite what Hollywood may tell you, the Central Intelligence Agency does not exist to serve the best interest of the United States. Instead, it exists to serve the best interests of the one-hundred families that back the Federal Reserve Board. Since 1998, the interests of the board have begun to shift assets and defense materials away from the United States and into Communist China and Central Europe. The families that back the board are under an illusory impression that man will play a righteous role in the final battle of Armageddon prophesied in the Book of Revelations.

In recent weeks, I have been under consistent pressure to lend my services to our nation in a strategic capacity once again. All sorts of temptations have been dangled before my eyes, both by political interests and the secret societies that serve them. These temptations have only affirmed the truth within Christ’s teachings and strengthened my faith in His promises. (Matthew 24 & Matthew 5)
 
A couple of years back, Christ raised the alarm. On Thanksgiving Day of 2018, He sounded the Clarion Call, giving an audible signal to His faithful and His true that demons are advancing and that the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were preparing to take wing. In a very real sense, Gabriel blew his horn.
 
Deep-space sonar stations around the world received this signal weeks later. The signal defied physics and baffled the world’s top scientists and astronomers. Reports of the signal were largely, and deliberately, ignored by the media and by political leaders. Idolators that long ago abandoned Christ’s teachings buried the story so as not to alarm the public and pressed forward with their unholy agendas as if nothing had happened. (Ezekiel 28:2-5)
 
Christ warned that the days ahead will offer an “Abomination of Desolation” (Matthew 24:15). He warned that men and women that have succumbed to demons will attempt to deceive His faithful about His arrival: “Then if anyone says to you, ‘Behold, here is the Christ,’ or ‘He is over here,’ do not believe him.” (Matthew 24:23) He also warned that His faithful and His true will suffer through tribulations unlike any before.
 
Despite what political leaders may preach, no nation-state, banking interest, or corporate institution will triumph in the years to come. Like the flood, the prophesied fire will cleanse the Earth of their existence, and Christ’s judgement will be final. (Revelations 20)
 
After learning of the Clarion Call, I made the decision to come out publicly about my activities with the GCHQ and CIA. This wasn't done to profit financially, or to further my personal ambitions. Instead, I hoped to reach someone  on the fence about their beliefs by sharing my personal testimony of Christ’s power and grace.
 
My testimony was lost on a handful of people with whom I have been associated, some since childhood. They ignored the main message and seemed to glorify the espionage activities I was involved in. Their willingness to hold me up as a hero was disdainful.
 
I willfully violated Christ’s commands. Like many who have been called to service, I did so naively and with earnest intentions. Still, this does not excuse my behaviors. I should have been dead a hundred times over, and Christ watched over me during my activities. He also rescued me from the gates of hell and pulled me back to life after I had been placed in the coma.
 
For those reading this, the salient takeaways are that 1) a final war for global hegemony is near upon the horizon, 2) all governments are corrupt beyond repair, and 3) that men and women who attach their hopes to false prophets and false christs are lost. My faith is with Christ, and I am not seeking a flock. If you are reading this and believe otherwise, you only deceive yourself.

“LORD be gracious to us and bless us,
And cause His face to shine upon us— Selah
That Your way may be known on the earth,
Your salvation among all nations.
May the peoples praise You, LORD;
May all the peoples praise You.
May the nations be glad and sing for joy;
For You will judge the peoples with fairness
And guide the nations on the earth. Selah
May the peoples praise You, LORD;
May all the peoples praise You.
The earth has yielded its produce;
Christ, our LORD, blesses us.
The Son of Man blesses us,
So that all the ends of the earth may fear Him.”
---Psalm 67
 
 
 
CHRIST TRANSLATES FROM BEAST TO YEAST. CHRIST RETURNITH.

Author: Erik Gagnon - Managing Partner, Chi Rho Consulting