Chapter 3: What Happens in Tennessee Stays in Tennessee

The little incorporated city of Belvidere on the US Census was listed as a Landstadt (“country township”; population under 5,000). Urban planners suggest that pedestrian friendly city blocks should be somewhere between 300 to 600 feet long. Belvidere’s city fathers and planners decided on 450 feet square blocks. A mile is 5,280 feet and would contain about 12 city blocks give or take a few feet. Belvidere’s main downtown street was 3 miles long, but the town center was where most of the major buildings were located. The city hall, court house, fire station, police station, hardware store, grocery stores and the other things that were needed to make life pleasant without having to drive the 40+ miles to the big city were in that first mile, centered around the town square and open public park. The schools, college, hospital, and several businesses were spread out around the 3 miles that comprised the town itself on the map.

At one time years ago Belvidere may have reached a population of 5,000, but that was before the Wainwright Mine had shut down completely we had found out from the Internet. The Wainwright Mine had been an underground shaft mine started in the early 1930s with the discovery of gold. Latter the gold vein had petered out, but the copper and other minerals had still been profitable to mine. Finally after reaching a depth of almost a mile, while following the vein of copper underground, they had hit pockets of methane gas and had to shut down. The explosive gas made it too dangerous to continue mining the Wainwright Company said publicly, and the mine was closed. All the mine’s employees were laid off back in the 80s. Now the town would do good to have 2,000 citizens, but it was a nice little town and everybody knew everybody and got along with everybody else mostly.

The people that were left in the county were close knit and wary of strangers poking their noses into the town’s business. This included the strange outsiders the Wainwright Company itself had brought in 30 something years ago to survey the mine and see if they could reopen it. That was 30 years ago and the town didn’t know anymore now than it had known then about what was happening in the closed mine. What they did know was there was a large group of strange men up there at the mine. Men that they never saw arrive or leave by lets say conventional means. Nobody knew exactly how many were up there because they stayed to themselves and never came into town even for supplies.

In fact they, the Wainwright Company, discouraged the town’s people from coming past the large prominately displayed No Trespassing TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED signs posted around the mine property. They even had cameras and armed guards patrolling the property, as several members of the community had found out the hard way. The trespassers had actually been arrested and prosecuted by the company. No the local city chief of police and his one officer and dispatcher didn’t like it that townspeople had been arrested. In fact the county sheriff himself and the state troopers had gone on the record that they didn’t like it either, but the law was the law and they had been trespassing. The state attorney general himself had shown up at the trial to tell them the law would be enforced by the state.

It had gotten around pretty fast after that in the small community that outsiders, people from and in Washington, DC, itself, were leaning heavily on Tennessee to be sure the locals stayed out of the mine’s business. That was 30 years ago, and now the town sullenly ignored the mine and it’s people, but they had learned a few things over the years by watching the mine and the strangers coming and going. Of course there was no one to tell what they had learned to, ha, ha.

In fact only a few years ago some of the local college kids going to Tennessee State University, or TSU, in Nashville had started asking questions on campus and the Internet about the mine and mining company and soon found themselves in trouble. Their grade point average dropped over night and their scholarships were threatened. Their new student counselor/advisers strongly suggested that they needed to spend more time on their studies and less time on the Internet asking silly questions about things that didn’t concern them if they wanted to stay in college.

That was the situation in Belvidere when I sat down to go over the cover story the girls had worked out for our visit. The private guarded walled estate I was supposed to own was just outside Yuma, Arizona and was actually owned by one Helman Smitt. Who just happened to resided in South America, in the quaint little picturesque Alpine-style village of Bariloche, Argentina. Home-away-from-home for Helman’s father and most of his friends who had been high ranking German Nazis or Italian Fascists. They had fled there, with the help of the Pope and the Vatican, to avoid the unpleasantness at the end of W.W.II. After all they had only followed orders.

Helman himself was both a major arms merchant/broker and cartel connected drug dealer. It was also hinted in certain circles that he was involved in sex trafficking. No, not the low end, or bulk goods part of the business, only high end luxury goods for the coinsure who could well afford the finer things in life, ha, ha. That connection was one of the reasons my girls had chosen him for me to impersonate I soon found out. Of course he also enjoyed the protected of both the CIA, NSA, and several other world intelligence agencies including the Mossad. Because he worked for all of them on a freelance basis he now enjoyed almost absolute immunity from his crimes.

Helman himself spoke German, Spanish, and English fluently. Unlike America, Argentina prides itself on teaching both Spanish and English in it’s public schools. Our intelligence had it that Helman himself was extremely sick and in seclusion at the moment in Bariloche. Since Helman made it a point to change his facial appearance every six months or so my appearance shouldn’t raise any red flags. Even if we actually ran into someone that actually knew him we should be good. Helman also hadn’t personally been to the States in six years.

This was not the only estate Helman owned in the United States, or the world for that matter, this was just the largest and most isolated the girls chose. It was also where Helman kept his stables. One of fine pure blooded Arabian brood mares, and the other stable of beautiful exotic women to entertain his clientele. Some people even thought they might be samples of the product he supposedly produced and sold.

The estate had a long air strip, and the hanger contained several Learfet 30s. The areoplanes could reach anywhere in the world in hours. The estate was also known to be under overt observation by the Department of Homeland Security, DHS. At the moment it was on that suspicion of human trafficking. Since none of the many women, even the pilots were young beautiful women, seemed to be under any obvious duress, or trying to actively escape, nobody was willing to sign off on a warrant to raid the estate. So the DHS agents were just observing, sullenly watching.

Next on the agenda was the question of what was the movie we were producing going to be about? It seemed that everyone had an opinion? The choices ran the gauntlet from a remake of the 1979 movie Caligula, the one about the mad Roman Emperor, to the 1978 National Lampoon’s Animal House with John Belushi. Of course then you had all the living dead zombie movies and TV series of today too, and my personal all time favorites the Vampire movies. There were the 1958-1974 Hammer Films, the Karnstein Trilogy series, which were notable at the time for their daring lesbian storylines and stacked female victims to be saved by the hero, to the modern long running TV series The Vampire Diaries. Hell you even had Vampirella, the hot alien vampire chick to chose from today. My vote was in for a vampire movie.

So it came as a surprise, a complete absolute surprise, I mean who doesn’t like hot vampire movies???, when I was out voted. We were going to be doing a Wild Angel’s movie. A renegade gang of Hell’s Angel bikers vs. Good Old Boys Moonshiners vs. Federal Government Revenuers movie. Sure I remembered Peter Fonda and Nancy Sinatra, Joe Namath with Ann Margaret, but I thought the girls were way too young for any of that. I don’t guess it should have surprised me then when 16 of the girls of Alpha Sigmi Phi Sorority roared past our lumbering string of RVs on some fine Harley Davidson hogs and took point two abreast as we entered Tennessee. It was a fine sight to see as all that tight black leather whizzed past. As Kelly Bundy, aka Christina Applegate, once said, “Ain’t nothing says available better than tight black leather.” Of course I don’t think Kelly ever thought that “Alpha Sigmi Phi”, “Alabama Chapter”, would take the place of the more traditional and classic colors of, “Hell’s Angles”, “San Bernardino Chapter”, that I remember from my misspent youth in Anaheim. Orange County, California is a fun place.

Welcome to Tennessee the Volunteer State the big blue sign over the highway read.

Flashback to how this all started with Alpha Sigmi Phi Sorority?

Originally I had, believe it or not, innocently hypnotized Amy, a cheerleader and super hot Alpha Sigmi Phi Sorority member, to help her with her school work. I like to think I had innocent altruistic motives that day when I volunteered to hypnotize her anyway. I’m not saying I didn’t have thoughts of the things I could do with erotic hypnosis and a willing test subject, but I hadn’t acted on them. I doubt I ever would have without the push Randy and Ester later gave me. True I had always had an interest ... more of a fascination really ... with hypnosis, but it was Tina their housemother/big sister that was responsible for Amy, Jean, Sally, Jill, Mary, and Veronica that got me hooked and started my harem ... well that’s what they call themselves now anyway.

The thing was that the hypnosis had worked so well on my Amy that Tina and the other girls, Jean, Sally, Jill, Mary, and Veronica, had sort of pushed ... blackmailed ... me into doing the others too. Then I found out that the upper levels of Alpha Sigmi Phi itself not only knew about what I was doing, but tacitly granted approval. Pretty soon I was the go to wizard for things like, pulling your grades up by giving you better study habits, setting up your weight loss program, even mundane things like cleaning your room and not being a slob. Of course I ... well we, all soon learned that there is a negative side pretty soon too. The use of hypnosis by some, especially some religions is perceived as evil, and even I have to admit that it can be used for evil purposes as we were soon to find out.

The problem with Jane, a new pledge, came up when all the girls were sitting around and discussing which self hypnosis trick worked best for them. Some explained they could go straight under with a trigger they gave themselves. Some others required long mantras, some liked burning incense candles, and some even liked flashing tick-tocking metronomes, to reach the same deep state of concentration and relaxation. Jane was interested and wanted to try it. One of the older girls offered to hypnotize her where she could experience it for the first time. This was all after she had told the girls that she had never been hypnotized and didn’t know anything about hypnosis.

Everything was going well with the induction, even better than expected for the first time. Jane had reached a deep state of relaxation very fast, her eyes were tired, and her eyelids were heavy and wanted to close. The final step is your eyelids are closed over your tired eyes and you can’t open them no matter how hard you try. That’s mainly a test to see if the subject is really hypnotized. Of course when Jane was given this final instruction she opened her eyes wide and screamed bloody murder for Daddy for five minutes straight and then collapsed and went catatonic on everybody. Her hysteria triggered matching hysteria in all the other girls of the house that had to be sorted out by the housemothers and their helpers that rushed in to see what was wrong.

After it was sorted out I was called in since Jane couldn’t be woken up and was as stiff as a board.

What the Wizard found.

I don’t know what I expected to find when I got there after the near hysterical cell phone call I got from Tina, but it certainly wasn’t a cute little wisp of a redheaded girl in a one piece yellow bathing suit hugging the biggest teddy bear I had ever seen to her chest for dear life with these pink fuzzy Mickey Mouse slippers on her small feet sticking out of the bundle. After conferring with Tina, Amy, Jean, Sally, Jill, Mary, Veronica and the other girls with psychology majors we all concluded this wasn’t even close to natural. Nothing they had done could possibly have set this off. Both the screaming and cry for Daddy and now this catatonic condition had to be the result of a posthypnotic suggestion or instruction that she had been consciously instructed to forget ... never remember. That being said she had to have been hypnotized before we all concluded. That lead to asking who? And that came back to the person she screamed for, Daddy.

Somebody ... presumeily Daddy ... had turned sweet Jane’s mind into a minefield that we were going to have to deprogram. There was never any discussion of asking for Daddy’s, or Mommy’s help for that matter. Chances were good that whoever did this to Jane, the daughter, was Daddy. If that was so then he had more than likely done it to Mommy too. So their help was to be avoided at the moment, and nothing was to be done to alarm them, or give them any warning about what we intended to do next.

Catatonia is the behavior we associate with the locking up of the mussels of the body. It is a real medical condition and some times requires treatment, most notably with drugs. In our case though we are talking about the Stage Hypnotist trick demonstration of catatonia for the paying audience. The every muscle in your body is as stiff as a board and locked into place stage act. At that point they pick up and place the subject (victim) and lay her across the three chairs. Then the hypnotist dramatically removes the middle chair leaving the subject’s head on one chair and her heels on the other chair with the classic line to the audience, “see nothing in the middle Ladies and Gentlemen”.

Though actual catatonia can last forever, the stage variety I thought we were dealing with, only lasts for a few hours without some outside influence. The trance naturally degrades into a deep natural sleep after awhile if not reinforced. In Jane’s case hopefully we would have to wait and see, but we also had to prepare for other things. There was a great possibility that her controller had put in other posthypnotic instructions too. The most obvious ones would be, “you have to escape ... run”. So choices needed to be made. Did we tie her up? Did we gag her? Just because I wasn’t into bondage didn’t mean Sharon and Danang weren’t. In no time Jane was securely tied up. Kinbaku, in Japanese, means “tight binding,” while Kinbaku-bi literally means “the beauty of tight binding”. It is a style of bondage or BDSM which involves tying a person up using simple yet visually intricate patterns using long ropes. In this case a ball gag was added not just to keep Jane relatively quite it also keeps the person from accidentally hurting themselves by biting their own tongue, or you, in the excitement, ha, ha.

Six hours latter Jane visibly relaxed into REM sleep we later observed. Sharon and Danang had put the two chairs together and left Jane’s legs hanging off the edge. When Jane’s legs relaxed they ... fell down ... setting off the alarm Danang had rigged up. REM, rapid eye movement sleep, is a unique phase of sleep characterized by random rapid movement of the eyes. This is accompanied by low muscle tone throughout the body, and the propensity of the sleeper to dream vividly.

There seem to be two very different phases of sleep each night, for the most part it is Non REM sleep. REM sleep is also known as paradoxical sleep (PS). It is also sometimes referred to as desynchronized sleep because of physiological similarities to our normal waking state. This state can include rapid low-voltage desynchronized brain wave spikes as markers on biofeedback monitors. This phase of sleep seems to regulated mainly by electrical and chemical activity originating in the brain stem itself and is characterized most often by an abundance of the neurotransmitter acetylcholine. The state is also marked by the nearly complete lack of the monoamine neurotransmitters histamine, serotonin, and norepinephrine.

Jane James was a new pledge to Alpha Sigmi Phi two years after I hypnotized Amy and the other girls of the Sorority. Jane herself, now 19, and was from a largely rural Mississippi county, Her mother Mary Ann Holtem, 30, was married to Robert James III, age 50, owner of most of the Ford dealerships in the Southeast of the United States. Robert was very wealthy and they lived on a large rambling estate in rural Mississippi. Robert bragged that he practically owned Chacktaw County where the estate was located. The James’s estate was noted as one of the centers for genteel society to meet at. Hosting one of the finest cotillions or débutante ball in the Southern United States. The place where Mississippi’s finest young 16 year old women of fine breeding and distinction, “débutantes”, coming of age are formally presented to “Mississippi polite society”. Robert also indulged in breeding fine thoroughbred race horses, and his wildly notorious yearly, by invitation only, high stakes poker game at the Estate or James Place.

Unknown to us at that time Jane was born and raised in Tennessee. Unknown to us also at the time, was she was also the actual daughter of a self ordained Appalachia Evangelical Pentecostal Charismatic Preacher/Minister/Prophet of the Holiness Church. Pentecostalism is a movement within Christianity that teaches that supernatural gifts of the Holy Spirit such as divine healing, prophecy, and speaking in tongues are real. It also teaches that the Devil ... Satan ... is real and walks among us today.

Our latter research found Henry Morrisson, Jane’s actual father, had married Virginia Morris his high school sweetheart just out of high school when they were both 18. It had been a long and happy, but barren of children, marriage until she died a few years ago. Henry had remarried Mary Ann Hockem, Jane’s mother, almost before poor Virginia was even decently laid in the ground proper many gossiped in the deeply religious community. Jane’s father, Henry Morrisson, was a powerful self ordained Appalachia Evangelical Pentecostal Charismatic Preacher/Minister/Prophet of the Holiness Church. He was 57 years old at the time Jane was born. Jane’s mother, Mary Ann Hockem, was just turning sweet 15 when she delivered Jane. Some of the community thought the marriage was scandalous, for more than one reason the community gossiped, but the marriage had gone on anyway. Henry was one of those that practiced the laying on of hands and the handling of poisonous snakes, or serpents. Mark 16:18 from the Christian Bible; And these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; They shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover. They also practice deliverance ministries, including exorcisms, and hold to the belief that Christians can be demon-possessed.

Henry, Jane’s father, had died when he was 73 and Jane was just turning 15. Her mother, Mary Ann Holtem, reverted back to using her maiden name. At 30 Mary Ann was still a very beautiful woman. She remarried Robert James III an old friend of Henry’s three years after James’s death. Robert owned most of the Ford dealerships in the Southeast of the United States. Robert was very wealthy and they lived on a large rambling estate in rural Mississippi. Robert bragged that he practically owned Chacktaw County where the estate was located.

Robert at the time of the marriage was 47 years old himself, and he was now 50. He had been one of Henry’s biggest followers and a large donor to his ministry. Unlike Henry, Robert did not follow the Methodists, Anabaptists, Presbyterians, or Quakers, demonstrating their devotion to God by avoiding worldly pursuits such as, politics, dancing, drinking, gambling, and attending the theater. Pleasures of the flesh some argue. The James’s Estate was noted as one of the centers for genteel society to meet at. Hosting one of the finest cotillions or débutante ball in the United States. The place where Mississippi’s finest young 16 year old women of breeding and distinction, “débutantes”, coming of age are formally presented to “Mississippi polite society”. Robert also indulged in breeding fine thoroughbred horses, and the yearly, by invitation only, high stakes poker game at the Estate.

Believe it or not Robert and Henry had met and formed their long lasting friendship when Robert was 17 and attending Vanderbilt Divinity School, in Nashville, Tennessee. Robert was there while thinking about following in his family’s traditional footsteps to become a Southern Baptist Preacher. Henry was one of Robert’s teachers at the university at that time.

Knowing about Henry Jane’s actual father put us no closer to having a cure for poor Jane. Knowing that Henry and Robert were close friends and Mary Ann was the former wife of Henry only made me more distrustful of both old Daddy and new Daddy if anything. Some of the girls wanted to wake up Jane and untie her. That option was soon quashed by all the older girls and me. We even took and isolated her cell phone and removed it’s battery.

Jane was still peacefully asleep when Danang shook her awake. As was predictable Jane panicked upon discovering she was tied up and gagged. I reached out and held her face ... head firmly between my two open palms and tried to look her calmly in the eyes. Well to make eye contact anyway, and started talking to her calmly in what I hoped was a low firm voice of authority.

“Everything is OK Jane. We’re all your friends. Do you remember what happened? Why we had to tie you down?” I went on like this for quite awhile before Jane calmed down looked around at the other girls surrounding us and finally made eye contact. Finally she tried to say something and mumbled something around the gag. I took this to mean remove the gag and did. To make a long story short I did and she told us that she remembered everything and had to call home. I thought we were making great progress right up until I told her she couldn’t have her cell phone.

Have you ever watched Lethal Weapon 2 (1989) where Riggs and Murtaugh are on the trail of South African diplomats who are using their diplomatic immunity to engage in criminal activities and Riggs gets caught and is put in the strightjacket and dropped in the water where he discovers the dead body of his girlfriend floating in there with him. You remember how he dislocated his shoulder, and all those other bones, and other miscellaneous body parts. All to escape the strightjacket where he could kill them all. Well that was what Jane became in the blink of an eye, from zero to a hundred in mere seconds when denied her cell phone.

“Will kill you all! Will kill you all!...” She raved and contorted her small body with maniacal strength and energy. Even with the Ushiro Takatekote box ties Danang had used, ropes and knots which surrounds the chest and arms to form a cage around the body, the basis of many Kinbaku ties. Even with some Hojojutsu (the art of binding a prisoner of war) ties on the arms and legs I was afraid she was either going to escape or hurt herself as I forced the ball gag back into her mouth. Finally she froze again in that catatonic state we had come to know so well.

“That should have been impossible Harry. She almost got a hand and arm free because I didn’t have all the ties tight enough. I don’t know how she did it, but thank God nothing seems to be broken or out of place.” Danang told us all after she began to feel up Jane’s small body in a purely professional way. Danang was the closest thing we had to a medical doctor with all her martial arts study,

“Well we just discovered another one of those booby traps someone left for us. Set Jane back up over there in the corner and let’s think what we’re going to do when she resets hopefully. I would say give her the phone back, but leave that battery out, ha, ha, but that’s too fucking obvious...” I started.

“Yes, she would notice if it was dead. I think we have to grab the bull by the horns here gang. We can’t keep tripping her defenses and resetting her. She’s a monster like that and eventually she’s going to hurt herself or one of us. Give her the phone. Let her call in give the prearranged signal, and wait for their response. I’m confident that we can take anything they can dish up. We’ve got our own Chinese version of the “osophones”, which are better than the Hathaway Group’s I think. I’ve also been on the internet and I’ve found out that a lot of people ... companies ... government organizations, and others, are deeply into these bone conduction devices. Devices that are placed directly in contact with the voice box and the jaw bone, bypassing the outer ear altogether. Plus we still have our arsenal. We chose the time and place and make whoever this is come to us.” Deputy Sheriff Shella put in looking around at our faces for approval.

“So we keep her tied up, but let her make her call, and tell them? ... who ever THEM is?, where she is, and we’re holding her?” Sharon echoed Shella with the question.

“We’re all in.” Amy answered for all the girls of Alpha Sigmi Phi Sorority.

“Bring it on.” Little Eleanor put in. And so it was settled.

Jane woke up. She discovered her legs and feet were firmly tied down. The gag was removed. She was given her phone. Yes, we were listening to and recording everything with our monitoring equipment and would know where and who received it because of Deputy Sheriff Shella.

This is a transcript of the phone call.

“Why have you called this number?” Answer from number Jane dialed.

“Somebody tried to hypnotize me.” Jane answered.

“Were they successful?” Other end.

“No, protocols were initiated, but no one came to this ones rescue.” Jane.

“What is your status now?” Other end.

“This one is immobilized but free to use the phone.” Jane.

“I take it that you are on campus at the Alpha Sigmi Phi Sorority house?” Other end.

“Yes.” Jane.

“Help is on the way. You are now free to enjoy the time remaining at the sorority house. Have a blessed day Jane.” And the other end went dead.

Yes, we had a number, an address, and that the person on the other end of the line was male. Of course today we all know all that can be spoofed, so really we knew nothing.

“You can untie me now I won’t try to escape anymore.” Jane told us all so innocently.

“That doesn’t mean you won’t try something equally stupid Jane when we do. For all I know you could be “Drinking the Kool-Aid” like at Jonestown in 78. Who’s coming to get you?” I wanted to know.

“My Lord and Master.” Jane simply said.

“Ok, I’ll bite princess, who’s your lord and master. Is it Daddy you were screaming for? Which one? “ Eleanor asked Jane.

“You will find out soon enough. I want to use the rest room, eat something now, and get something to drink. Then I need to go back to sleep. For some reason my whole body suddenly feels weak. It’s like I’ve run a mile.” Jane told us all.

If you think we deprogrammed poor Jane your wrong. Jane died quietly some minutes after eating and laying down to sleep. The neurotoxin found in her blood was rather painless we were told. The later inquest determined it was suicide. The autopsy Deputy Shella ordered found the implanted broken glass capsule of deadly neurotoxin just under the skin on the back of her hand. I very much doubt that there was anything we could have done to save Jane once the triggers in her mind were set off.

For the record here the autopsy and the Coroner’s notes both establish there was no evidence to even suggestion that the first father Henry Morrisson, the powerful self ordained Appalachia Evangelical Pentecostal Charismatic Preacher/Minister/Prophet of the Holiness Church, had ever molested Jane in any way physically. There was no signs of vaginal scaring or anything like that at all the autopsy established.

Robert James III, the wealthy industrialist stepfather, as far as I know never physically touched her sexually either. I have no way to know what his plans for her in the future were. Mary Ann the mother was set up the same way Jane was our latter investigation found. We were even able to slip in a few A/V bugs and prove Robert was using Mary Ann’s triggers. Whether Henry, as we suspect, originally programed Mary Ann, or Robert did her latter, makes no difference to me personally, Jane is still dead.

The Coroner’s notes were interesting to us as they actually proved Jane was a 19 year old virgin with an intact ‘annular hymen’ at the time of her death. That was unusual we all agreed. The female Coroner was a OB-GYN and went into great detail in her report for some reason about this. OBGYN or OB-GYN seems to be the most common field of medicine for female doctors to take up. People know that such abbreviations are associated with the medical field, but they may not be aware of what those particular medical fields specialize in. OB, Obstetrics, is the medical field involving the care of women and their children during pregnancy, childbirth, and postnatal periods. GYN, or Gynecology, is the medical practice or field which deals with diseases and disorders of the female reproductive system.