Winter of 1974, early 1975:  I was twenty one years old.   I was living
in Omaha, Nebraska.  I worked part-time as a cocktail waitress in a
place on 72nd St. called the Brook Park Lounge.
 
One evening a group of about 6 men came in and sat in the very back of
the lounge, in the darkest corner alcove, at a large round table.  It was rare
that anyone ever sat there. I took their orders and served their drinks.
I noticed that many of the people already in the lounge when the group
of men arrived appeared to be awed by the presence of one of the men.
I had no idea who any of them were.  (You have to understand that I had
rarely, if ever, read a newspaper, watched TV news; never considered
politics to be relevant to my life.)

After they had been there a while and had several rounds of drinks, the
bartender, Margie, approached  me, pulled me aside, and told me that
David, a lawyer in the group of men, wanted me to take a trip to Mexico
with him.  I was surprised and a bit perplexed at this.  She took me over
to the table and introduced me to him.  I knew immediately, of course,
that I certainly did not want to go Mexico with this stranger.  At the same
time my heart sank because I also knew that I would have to go.  This is
very difficult to explain if you have not been under mind control.  Somehow,
it was all quickly arranged down to time off work for me with the permission
of my boss, John, the owner of the Brook Park Lounge.
 
At this time I was living with a boyfriend, and my sister Barbara was
visiting us. Barbara went shopping with me to buy a bathing suit, I had
been specifically instructed to bring a bathing suit and my original birth
certificate.  Also I was specifically instructed not to bring a camera. I have
no recollection of what my boyfriend thought of my suddenly going to
Mexico with a strange man.  I don't even recall discussing it with him,
but Barbara says she remembers him being very upset.
 
I took a taxi to the Omaha airport where I met David and boarded a
Northwestern Airline flight to Dallas. In Dallas we transferred to a Braniff
flight to Mexico City.  On this flight another couple joined us: Henry and Mary.
 
I have two main memories of these flights.  The first was on the flight
from Omaha to Dallas.  We were sitting midway down the aisle of the
plane on the left side.  David had the window seat. I recall fragments of
conversation.  David seemed like a quiet, almost shy sort of guy.  He said
something about his wife.  I couldn't understand why I was there, especially
if he was married.  He said the trip had something to do with land development
in Manzanillo.  I asked if he had children and he said he had two boys and a girl.
I asked their names.  He told me the boys were named Edward and Patrick.
I asked why he had not named one of his sons after himself and he said,
"I did.  Edward'...then looked slightly embarrassed and confused for a moment.
And mumbled something about the name.

The next memory was of sitting in the very last seat, again on the left side of
the plane with David in the window seat .  This was either the Braniff flight from
Dallas to Mexico City , or on the small private plane that flew us to Manzanillo
from Mexico City.   I'm not positive which.  David took out a needle and said,
as if about to perform a magic trick, that he could insert the needle into the
knuckle of my right hand without my feeling it.  I remember saying, in the spirit
of magic tricks, "My father used to run a lit match down the palm of my hand
without my feeling it".  He said: "This is a little bit different" and proceeded to
insert the needle into the middle finger knuckle of my right hand.   I remember
nothing clearly after that (except hazy memories of the ride on the small private
plane) until we were getting off the small plane in Manzanillo.  It was a tiny plane
and a tiny airstrip out in the middle of nowhere.

I remember my first sight of Mexico upon leaving the plane: A flat area of plain
brown dirt, and in the not too far distance a hill with banana and coconut trees.
Then we went in a car to a house on the ocean; sort of a bungalow type of house,
I think it was, of stone and wood.  There was a low wall that separated the
house from the beach.
 
After reaching the house in late afternoon Henry and David told Mary and myself
that we were going to take a small speedboat out onto the ocean.  I was tired and
hungry and did not want to go with them.  They insisted that I was going and told
me to put on a bathing suit to go swimming.  I knew that I did not want to go
swimming and said that I would go but would not change into a swim suit as I did
not want to go swimming..

One of them said rather rudely: "OK then you'll just get wet".
 
There was still a lot of light in the sky when they stopped the boat far from land.
One of them had a sort of remote control device and began manipulating what I
thought at the time was a fake bird which had appeared from somewhere and
was flying overhead.  I remember thinking that this was sort of stupid and what
were these men doing?
 
Next Mary in a bathing suit was thrown into the ocean.  I was sitting on a bench
that ran along the starboard side of the small boat.  David  was at the wheel.
Henry was leaning on the opposite side of the boat from me, his back to the shore
and facing out to sea.  What happened next was so completely incomprehensible
to me that I thought it had to be some sort of game that these very strange people
wanted to play.  They all seemed to know their parts except me.  David, driving
the boat, appeared to be trying to hit Mary with the boat's propeller.  Mary was
trying to avoid being chopped to pieces.  Each time it looked as though she must
be chopped up, she would somehow, whether through her efforts or David's
( I don't know which ) escape the blades.

 Mary appeared so calm and athletic during this, so focused, that I assumed that
she must be a willing participant.  The illusion of a game increased to the point that
when, once again, she just barely cleared the prop blades, I half screamed/half
laughed in a kind of hysterical shout of victory for Mary.  Henry turned his head
to look at me and said  "You think it's funny, eh?  Well, we'll see."  Then Mary
was being hauled into the boat, and took my place on the bench.  She sat up
straight, a vacant look on her face , staring straight ahead.
 
I was wearing a pair of white India cotton pants and jacket with a
halter top under the jacket and heeled sandals.  Fully clothed, I was
wrestled against my will into the Pacific Ocean, far from land, by Henry
and David.  I remember thinking that I had better try to get to land and I
began to swim in the direction of the shore, but I immediately realized that
I could not make it to shore on my own.  It was getting very dark and the
land had been barely visible from the boat when it was light, and I was not
a strong swimmer.  Meanwhile Henry and David were shouting to me:
"No, no, not that way" and "Come back".  I turned toward the boat and
the 'game ' began.

The boat propellor was right in my face.  No matter which way I turned the
sharp spinning blades were there.  The churning waves they created were
going over my head so I could hardly keep track of where the blades were.
The disbelief gave way to terror.  At one point when I was exhausted,
confused, and sinking, I stupidly reached out and attempted to grab the
prop blades.   They were the only solid thing within my reach.

David yelled "No!  Don't grab the propeller, no!"  His voice sounded panicked.
I looked up at him.  As I did he turned away from me, looking back out to sea,
standing in the same position that Henry had been in when Mary was in the water.
Henry was now at the wheel.  The look on his face expressed a sort of resigned
defeat as if he was accepting the fact that this one was going to die in the water
and that was that.

This affected me by clearing my mind slightly and I fell back from the prop,
only grazing my hands and one wrist instead of having them cut off.  Then the
bird was back, diving viciously at my head whenever it appeared above the water.
The boat prop kept me from moving horizontally.  The bird prevented me coming up.
To go down under the water was the only direction left to me.  Then something so
dreadful appeared under the water  that I still cannot remember what it was;
I only remember the terror.

 By now it was full dark, and David and Henry kept screaming at me in impatient,
frustrated, and almost panicky voices to "Do it, just do it" as if I was purposefully
delaying.  I didn't know what they wanted me to do.  Mary just sat there calm and
staring and I resented her for not trying to help me, forgetting my earlier reactions
to her in the water.  Then the something under the water (which I still cannot
remember) came for me and then I must have lost consciousness, or something.

I vaguely recall being pulled back into the boat; the mixed feelings of relief at being
out of the water, and of horror at being with these deranged and cruel people.
The next thing I remember is being back on land standing at the open door of a
residence.  There was a woman in the doorway.  Henry and David were on either
side of me, both holding me up and forcing me to go with them.  They explained
to the woman that I'd had a "little accident" while out boating.  I was soaked and
bleeding and needed some medical attention.  I wanted to scream out the truth, but
somehow was unable to do so.  The woman took me into the place.  I don't
remember much else of that night except that the woman was comforting after
the horror of the maniacs' abuse.
 
The next morning I awoke in the room assigned to me in the beach house.
I remembered nothing of the night before. Also, I don't recall noticing any cuts
or bruises or anything on me that morning, although I have scars to this day
on my hands and wrist from this incident....
 
David, Henry, Mary and I went down to the beach to a sort of open air patio
with tables.  It didn't seem to be a public place or restaurant, I don't remember
seeing any other people there.  A man came and asked what we wanted to eat.
David and Henry ordered breakfast.  Mary said she had already eaten.  I didn't
see how.  I began to order something when the man looked at me but Henry
sent me a dirty look and said that I had also already eaten.  Again everyone
seemed to know the agenda but me. I think I was allowed to have coffee.
 
After breakfast, Mary and I changed into bathing suits.   The men disappeared
off somewhere to do "business".  Mary and I went out onto the beach.  She
immediately strode away down the beach and I was left alone for most of the day.
I spent most of it on the beach.  First I walked into the ocean, but when I was in
knee-deep, suddenly an intense terror struck me.  I had never felt anything like it
and it made no sense whatsoever to me.  I turned and struggled as fast as I could
to get out of that water.  It seemed to take forever.

I didn't know what it was that I was afraid of, but I was irrationally (or so I thought
at the time) sure that there was some dreadful thing under the water that I did not
want to get me.

 ( I had never been afraid of water before.  I had learned to swim in the ocean at
the age of seven, and had taken lifesaving courses in junior high school, so this
made no sense to me at the time. For the next two decades I could not bring
myself to walk into any ocean or lake.  Even a swimming pool caused anxiety
for me during that time. )

I played around on the beach, built a sand sculpture of a woman, met a man
selling tapestries on the beach (I bought one) and got very sunburned.  A nice
man who was there for some reason cut open a live aloe plant for me to rub on
the burn.  The entire area appeared mostly deserted. I don't remember any other
buildings than the ones I described, and no other people except a woman catching
fish on the beach.
 
Toward evening Mary, Henry, and David all came back together.  I was told to
"get ready".  I didn't know what it was I was supposed to be  getting ready for.
Up until now Mary and I had not spoken a single word to each other.  I resented
her aloofness.  Again it seemed that everyone but me knew the agenda and that I
was supposed to know it too, but I didn't.  I broke the silence and asked Mary
what was happening, what were we going to do.  She replied that she was
"going to rinse off" before we went out.

I also went to shower and not having any idea where we were going I put
on a casual sort of sundress. David looked me over, tilted his head at me
and said: "No, you have more class than to wear that", and then giving me
a doubtful look: "don't you?".  I went to put on the only other dress I had
brought with me, a long black halter dress with a single very large red rose
embroidered on the bodice.  Then Henry came into the room .  David asked
him where Mary was. Henry replied: "She's been in there rubbing her body
for over an hour".  David told him in a good natured voice to let her alone.

David  seemed very cheerful now and lighthearted, like a small boy looking
forward to having a good time.  Finally "Mary" was ready and we drove to
a restaurant/lounge/disco somewhere in a more populated area.  It was called
'Ella' or the Crab.  The tabletops were at floor level and the seats sunken into
the ground crab style.  We drank a lot of alcohol and I was being given drugs orally.

From the effects of most of them I believe they were some sort of amphetamines.
David was like a different man in social situations like this.  He was very jovial
and enjoyed himself and the people around him.  There were people there who
knew him and greeted him as Ted.  I asked him why they called him Ted if his
name was David.  He replied that it was just a nickname.
 
We returned to the beach house where David  and Henry took me into my room.
There was a very heavy solid wooden chair with arms just inside the door to the
left and the double bed was straight ahead.  Henry sat in the chair.  He had with
him a very large black bag, sort of like an old-fashioned doctors bag.
'Henry's bag of tricks' is how I have remembered that bag since then.

I can't bear to go into full detail of what happened next.  In general, then: Henry
pulled various sex toys and other things I did not recognize from his bag, which
David used on me, on the bed, in various positions.  David had removed his shirt
and had on a back brace which he said he had to wear as a result of injuries
sustained in a plane crash.  He also wore heavy gray gloves that snapped around
his wrists.  I noticed that he was very careful to keep his body as far away from me
as possible, stretching out his bare arm to reach me.  I turned my head to look
at  Henry sitting in the chair by the door.  He was filming this, which was why
David was being so careful to stay out of the picture.  At some point someone
told me to turn my head and smile.  Finally they left and I went to sleep.
 
The next day when I awoke I remembered nothing of the sex scene of the
night before.  That day David and Henry took me from the beach house to
a residence somewhere else and left me with a woman in a high ceilinged
very beautiful almost all wooden room with very tall throne-like chairs
and wonderful furnishings.  The woman told me that we had known each
other before and asked if I remembered her.  At the time I did not.  I
looked at her, wondering what she meant.  She said impatiently "No, I do
not mean in another life, I mean in this life.  DO YOU REMEMBER?"

I don't remember what happened after that, beyond her showing me some
of the treasures in the room.  Years later I realized that she was the same
woman who had 'supervised' my siblings and myself when we had been
taken, by my father, to William Jennings Bryan III as young children.

I also met up with her again in September of 1999.  At that time I flew
from Wilmington. N.C. to New York to visit my sister Barbara..  My
flight was delayed extensively leaving Wilmington (no reason given by the
airline) and when it departed, lo and behold, there she was in the seat
beside me.  But that's another story.  I spent hours with this woman in
Mexico but I don't remember them, yet.  I don"t know her name for sure.
She is a very attractive, large-boned and full figured woman with dark
hair usually put up on her head.  She looks of Hispanic descent.
 
After this most of the rest of the trip is still hazy  in my mind.  I have some
clear flashes of memory, such as: I was sitting on the steps of the beach house.
Henry was standing on the porch, and Mary was there too.  We were watching
David come toward us with an armload of Mexican shawls he had bought.

His face lit up when he said that one was for his mother and selected that one out.
Then he let Mary choose one.  She took a bright vari-colored one.  I got one too.
Mine is black with a large border around the bottom of crocheted flowers in
bright colors.  I still have it.  It seems that I had that shawl on whenever something
momentous happened in my life.  But, again, that is another story, or two or three.
I called it my 'security shawl' until the day I realized who had given it to me
and under what circumstances.
 
 At one point, I believe it was early on in the trip, we were walking around Mexico,
in a town.  Someone said something to us in Spanish and I translated what he had said.
David looked at me suspiciously and said accusingly "I thought you said you didn't
know Spanish".  I didn't as far as I knew, but somehow I had understood the man perfectly.
 
We spent a night in Mexico City in a hotel.  That night we went to a restaurant for dinner.
The waiter brought out a huge black crayfish, alive and scrabbling around a plate.
He then took it away again and brought it back cooked.  I couldn't bring myself to
eat the poor fellow, and since that was all that was offered to me I did not eat again.

 I don't remember either myself of "Mary" eating anything on the entire trip,
which I believe was five days.  I lived on 'White Russians' (vodka, kalhua and cream)
and the drugs given to me by David and Henry. I remember asking at one point,
since drugs seemed to be the order of the day, did anyone have any marijuana.
I was immediately rebuffed and told I didn't want that stuff.
 
I don't remember the trip from Mexico City to Dallas airport.  In the Dallas airport
David told me that there was a problem with getting me back into the United States.
He had taken my birth certificate, and said it was due to the fact that my first name
did not appear on the front of the certificate in the usual place but had been stamped
on the back weeks after the certificate had been issued.  I don't remember any official
in the airport saying anything to me about it; only David.  He said something to the
effect that it was a good thing that he was a lawyer, and that he would take care of it,
but we would be delayed in Dallas.

I never did get my original birth certificate back.  I think we spent a night in Dallas
but I'm not sure.  The only thing I remember clearly there is buying souvenirs and
gifts in the airport, and being told to go and buy some drugs in the pharmacy that
were legal to buy here but illegal to buy in the U.S.  I don't remember much else
until arriving exhausted back in Omaha.
 
I went back to school at UNO and back to work at the Brook Park Lounge,
but I was changed.  I kept finding myself compulsively staring into bright lights,
remembering the "mexican sun".Soon after that the retinal damage began to
show up in my eyes.

My friends at the Brook Park Lounge kept teasing me and trying to get information
from me about my "trip to Mexico with Ted Kennedy".  I didn't know what they
were talking about.  I had heard the name before of course-something about the
brother of John Kennedy and a girl drowning at Chappaquiddick.  I had never
seen a picture of him and didn't know what he looked like. I couldn't understand
why they kept asking me this and just said nothing. ( Years later, after I had
moved back to New York, I visited Omaha several times to see old friends.
Several of them kept saying to me, more and more urgently as they realized that
I really did not know who I had gone to Mexico with: "Irene, you went to Mexico
with Ted Kennedy and when you come back you weren't all there. They did
something to you."  I still did not remember and it just seemed ridiculous to me.
I again just laughed it off as unimportant, sure that they must be wrong).

Upon returning to Omaha after the Mexico trip my life changed rapidly
- new place to live, new jobs, new people.  Again that's another story.
 
It was not until 1999 that I began to recall the forgotten parts of that trip to
Mexico, and recognized the participants.  The missing pieces keep filling in
now and falling into place.  'David' was Ted Kennedy, 'Henry' was Nelson
Rockefeller and 'Mary' was Sue Ford.   When I saw the cover of Sue's book
˜Thanks For The Memories."  I immediately recognized her as Mary, even
though I had not yet recalled the horrors of that trip.  I spoke to Sue at that
time.  She did not remember that particular trip.  I am sure, however, that it
was she.  I had never forgotten the faces of these people.  They were burned
into my memory, even during the time that I could not recall the incidents that
took place.

Henry ( Nelson Rockefeller) was consistently cold and hard; either
expressionless or looking annoyed.

David ( Ted Kennedy) was depressed and remote during abuse sessions,
but smiling and vivacious when out drinking in social situations.

During this entire trip, Nelson Rockefeller and Ted Kennedy always
seemed very pleased with Sue and very disgruntled and annoyed at and
disgusted with me.  I guess I just don't have enough "class".
 
Irene Adrian
June 14, 2002

Note from Barbara Hartwell:
{This was}written by my sister, Irene Adrian. I have edited only for clarity
and paragraph structure. The words are her own. Althougn I have no direct
knowledge of the events she describes, to the best of my understanding,
the chronology is accurate. I was in Omaha, Nebraska, living at my sister's
home, at the time of my sister's trip to Mexico. I have heard bits and pieces
of the story she tells here, over the years; but this is the first time the story
has been relayed to me in it's entirety.

I should also say that I have always known my sister Irene to be a truthful
person and so I believe that the events she describes here are actual events,
which she has related to the best of her memory and knowledge.

The man using the pseudonym 'David' is Ted Kennedy. 'Henry' is Nelson Rockefeller.
'Mary' is Susan Ford (aka Brice Taylor, author of Starshine and Thanks for the Memories).

For the first public commentary ever written about Irene, a survivor and
present victim of the CIA MK Ultra program please see this article on my website:
http://www.ulster.net/~babs7/articles/babs/caseofireneadrian.htm

In order to be fair and in the interest of discovering the whole truth, I wish to say
to anyone who reads this that I am mostly persuaded that Ted Kennedy is, in fact,
himself a victim of the CIA and other mind control perpetrators.  His behaviour,
attitude, and general demeanor were that of a man coerced somehow and resigned
to doing what he had to.  I  don't think he volunteered for this.  I know this is a
subjective opinion and  maybe I'm completely wrong. I cannot say this of
any other individual I  have encountered in my mind control travels.
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