Johan Fritz has been able to call up an astonishingly clear, play-by-play-style recall of his two twenty-year terms on Mars and in deep space. All his memories began to fall through to his conscious mind when one particularly traumatic moment from his service flashed before his closed eyes while he was under his first hypnosis session led by a practitioner named Connie. He was standing in a command center on a ship while the more junior captains under him were down on a planet trying to solve some problem with diplomacy instead of with nukes; but the Old Man came running to him and yelled “fire them now!!” Johan was obliged to order his men to fire, and on a certain screen he then saw all their location-signals go to static. That experience had caused him so much stress and pain that it had bled through to his conscious mind and caused him severe PTSD and alcoholism. The PTSD and alcoholism were in turn his impetus for visiting Connie the hypnotist, who was a friend of his sister’s, and who had crossed his path rather serendipitously. It was 1995.
First she dealt with his alcoholism- quite precipitously, telling him “pour out every drop of alcohol you have down the drain and if I ever smell alcohol on you again, or if your sister tells me she does, we are through”. Although this was a brutal and dangerous way to detox- not to be recommended- he did make it through it successfully. They then conducted a series of hypnotic regressions during this newfound recovery; and thus he was able to piece together what had happened to him.
Before he ever went to space he was prepped throughout his childhood. He recalls being very psychic naturally and being able to see ghosts, whom his mother helped him to identify by their characteristics or clothes. She was quite supportive and matter-of-fact about his ESP abilities and would ask him “what did you see today?” The trouble began at school where, from kindergarten on, he would be called in more often than most to the psychologist’s office. The “psychologist” had a little binder that would be pulled out periodically as Johan’s test-results were notated. There was a card-exercise, for example, whereupon the psychologist would put a playing card on the boy’s forehead and then instruct him to call it with his (Johan’s) eyes closed. After some time doing similar exercises he learned that he had “an 85% accuracy rate” and also a certain “trouble with authority”- all while he was very young and didn’t really know the word “authority”. The school psychologist kept adding notations to that same little binder throughout Johan’s ensuing elementary-school years.
At the age of eight his MK Ultra training began. He would be abducted every night for 53 nights- I am not sure how- and taken to a room where he was given a loaded 44 and would then be instructed by another person hidden behind mirrored glass to shoot a hapless hooded person who sat on a chair. For 52 nights he refused and would be electro-shocked or near-death drowned. On the 53rd night, before the man said “you know what you need to d-” he had shot the hooded man and then examined the gun in search of another round. The man behind the glass came out and asked “why were you looking at the gun?” And Johan replied “because I decided to shoot him; and if there was a second round it was for you.” And the instructor said “congratulations, you’ve passed.”
From age twelve to fourteen he was given super-soldier training which included becoming an “informationer,” which is a person who can load packets of information directly into another’s mind without words. At the end of his senior year of high school, he enlisted directly into the Marines. He remained in the Marines for about two years when, during a “UN-assist mission” in Somalia, in December, 1992, he was told they were going to do a “float”. This “float” involved quite a few disparate ports- Okinawa, the Mediterranean, Yemen and ultimately the infamous Diego Garcia island-base which is situated somewhere near Sri Lanka in the Indian Ocean.
Just as he was about to get his bearings on Diego Garcia, upon debarking a plane, he saw a CIA-attaché-man approach his CO and say “I need that Johan Fritz” (and a couple of others). The CO said “why?” and the CIA man responded some answer while absconding with the three youths down two-and-a-half miles of tarmac to some ramshackle, abandoned rooms in a crappy building far from normal operations. The CIA man pulled out from his briefcase the little binder from elementary school, to Johan’s chagrinned surprise. Inside, the rooms were strange because the concrete was curved. There was no line between wall, floor nor ceiling. The three men were sent to three separate rooms and told to disrobe, fold their clothes and not to forget to remove any sort of dog-tag nor identifying item. At this point, when they were good-and-naked, two big men came in to discuss matters with the CIA-attaché. The CIA man said to the thugs “ we’re gonna see a five-to-fifteen minute window where, via Looking Glass, we’re gonna re-insert these guys back into this timeline and these rooms. We will memory-map them now. It will be a standard Looking Glass insertion.”
Johan thought to himself “WTF?”
The two men pushed him against the curvy wall and held a light-blue, ring-shaped device with a display on it to his head. This device mapped his brain, body and synaptic systems, plus the time-signatures his body held at that time. Then they gave him an injection which made him very groggy.
And from that moment forward, everything else that now follows became oblivion, until he later recalled it via hypnosis. He awoke on some sort of craft which was headed toward the LOC- Lunar Operations Command. He was confused and looked around whereupon he saw a plaque on the wall which read “built by Lockheed Martin”. This simple signage assured him he was still within the bounds of Earth, although everything looked strange. Soon enough they were hovering over the LOC and then the craft aimed straight for a hole. Although he thought they would crash, they didn’t. From there, everyone on that “plane” went straight to “indoc” after debarking; to the series of indoctrination stations which would prepare them for their near-futures.
He must have dozed off again because he woke up in a 1950’s-style room with about a hundred people around him all hand-cuffed to their chairs. When he came to, another person near him said “don’t look up, they’ll see you. This guy over here is already dead!” But as he looked to the side a guard saw him and said “we have a live one!!” At that point he was picked up and dragged to a 1950’s-style colorful room with a table, two chairs and a mirrored wall. A man in a khaki trench coat came in and asked him “what do I need to know?”
Johan had the presence of mind to recite a certain key-word which had been instilled/ installed into him previously at some point during his training. Upon his successful recitation of the secret word, the trench-coated man exclaimed “oh! I see…” People in-the-know tended to always be impressed by Johan’s test-scores…
And he landed upon another test. Someone asked him: “what can you tell me about what is going on here?” Whereupon he responded: “there is a man on the other side of that mirrored wall who is holding a brunette woman and is thinking of killing her.”
At that point he heard a voice which proclaimed “he is one of us; bring him on through”….
High strangeness throughout…
Then he was taken to a twelve-person barracks. At this place, the “indoc” began. Every morning they would be given a hypnogogueic drug and goggles which streamed two different videos. Somehow the patterns that ensued from the blending were the download the controllers were trying to install. Somehow this technique gave him the ability to speak German and to be familiar with almost any weapon. One of the most validating aspects of Johan’s story- actually his real name is William Nutter but I’ll still call him Johan- is that during one of his hypnosis sessions with Connie he began to speak in German. Connie wrote down what he had said (not sure how she knew how to write in German) and later took the paper to a German professor at a nearby college. The professor asked her “what book did you get that from?” And she told him it was spoken by a client and then he told her that that German sample was an example of an extinct dialect of German that had died out during the insanity of WW2- when the Nazis took flight.
During this indoctrination training on the moon he would be tested on each “lesson” seventy-two hours after its installation, and generally all the training took. I find it interesting that they were using a drug to get them into a hypnogoguic state because it is well-known thanks to Jose Silva, and now Vishen Lakhiani of Mindvalley, that the human is capable of incredible learning when in an alpha, theta, delta or gamma brainwave state. And the deep-state knows all about it.
At last, after a few weeks, the twelve men in his barracks were given three free days at the end of which each was given a particular jumpsuit, depending on where they were to serve. Johan was last, and was the only one to receive a black one. He was led down a long hallway, where on the walls it said in German “welcome to Kruger, when you need to tie up loose ends”. 1 He underwent further training with Kruger in Norway until he ultimately also passed that training too and was sent to Mars.
He landed at Aries Prime and it was time for eight more weeks of training at the MDFA- Mars Defense Force Academy. He spent five years with Kruger/ MDF and by the end of his time there he was doing some daring missions that were insane but successful. These successes brought him to the attention of the man every one called “the Old Man”. He asked him “how would you feel about working at the real tip of the spear?” He replied “yes sir, I’d like to.” And the Old Man said, “good. Now you’re working for me.” He was transferred to Nacht Waffen and then reported for duty on the USS Patton, a twenty-mile-long starship that housed ten-to-one hundred thousand men and women. He said it looked like a large USB stick. On that ship he was promoted to MIO- Military Information Officer, which was one of four positions on the ship that allowed for the highest clearance, and which involved communicating via telepathy with other races plus other psychic duties.
At some point the Old Man was unhappy with the XO of the USS Patton and executed him in public. He had his body shipped back to the LOC to be re-genned. Soon after that, he called all his top officers into his “ready room” and asked “who wants to be XO?” As the Old Man walked around viewing the tentative hands he asked Johan “why didn’t you volunteer?” And he replied “with all due respect, sir, I am the most junior officer here, but I am here to do whatever you want me to do”. And just like that he became the new XO. The Old Man was picking out officers whom he knew would stand against black goo and human slave-trafficking.
Let’s learn about black goo, in case the reader doesn’t yet know about it. I know some of you do though! Black goo comes from a place twelve billion light years distant. It’s nano-self-organizing particles that can be installed into basically any organic life and will impart to them a big jump in IQ, a connection to its hive-mind and a sudden loss of emotion or empathy. Johan recalled seeing captains before and after the goo- for up to 80% of officers were taking it- or took it I should say, because it’s a one-and-done kind of thing. Before the goo they would say “hey, how are you. I need help with ….” And after they would be more insistant, unsmiling and unwavering in their resolve to get the task they wanted done. The Falkland Island Wars were fought over black goo, but that’s a story for another time. Johan claims that the origin-place of this stuff spits out cubes of it and is trying to take over. He says the Kaaba Stone is black goo. There was a video that he was shown and it was called the Galahad Incident. Someone had decided to go and find out what was the actual deal with the origin-place of the goo and so they sent the USS Galahad. It was absolutely overcome, smothered and destroyed by swarming black stones!
The Old Man saw that video as well and that galvanized him against it and human slavery. He understood that the long term effects of continued human slavery would be humanity’s continued victimization; and to be taken over by black goo would just be bad. But many officers were taking it so he had a big problem. He called a secret meeting and used a secret numeric code to prove it was from him. When Johan received it he was surprised. He went to the requested location and had to leave any kind of recording device outside the door. Once inside, he found himself in a giant room with about one thousand captains. Once everyone was there, the Old Man said “you are all here because I believe you would all refuse to take the goo into your own bodies nor to let human slavery continue. If I should choose to leave Nacht Waffen and join the Alliance, who is with me?” And every hand shot into the air.
There were those that needed to keep serving Nacht Waffen on the surface while remaining loyal to the Old Man in secret. It was a delicate situation for all, but it shows that humans’ deepest longing is for all that is free and good.
Perhaps his consciousness is still out there fighting back against the darkest of forces. Probably he is all the way back here now though since 1992+ 40= 2022. Another thing that proved that his story was real was that he gave Connie a list of future presidents which she laminated and showed him when she saw him again in 2017. It was to be two terms of Clinton, two terms of Gore, two terms of Obama and then a terrible civil war from 2016-32. Although he was wrong about Gore, he called Obama in 1992 when no one had heard of him! To me this also proves the existence of different timelines. We are on a slightly different timeline than that one and I like to think we are on a very positive, joyful one now thanks to the Alliance and to all of us who have been able to wake up to the symphony of lies, and to realize that our government is pathologically criminal. It’s incredible how well they gaslight us though and there are still so many people who wear masks alone in their cars, to my dismay. For one last thought I will state that Johan’s story is amazing and I really hope he will write a book because I have only told part of it; and only he could really tell it right. 2
Kruger is one of several large corporations in space. My understanding is that they are mercenary.
Here is an amazing interview with James Rink, the tireless investigator. https://rumble.com/vkr11m-super-soldier-talk-johan-fritz-ssp-in-person-interview.html
And here is a five-part interview with him by another super soldier. This one is very hard to find in the big-tech sphere; and I was only able to find it on Yandex.com.
https://conspiracyrevelation.com/2020/08/13/quantum-red-pill-cafe-pt5-starseed-lives-matter-more-ssp-spiritual-attacks-guest-johan-fritz/