Mark Domizio has stated that he does not plan to write a book nor do any more interviews; and so I feel it is very important for someone to write his amazing story down- so I thought I would go ahead and add it to this compilation of SSP survivors’ stories, as well as I am able. Written stories are invaluable for the human mind to digest complex information and to really feel the pathos of a situation. It has been my belief and experience that writing makes a deeper impression upon me than anything else does- well, painting and film are pretty cool too (as I paint myself into a corner). It was thanks to two books I read in 2007- Trance Formation of America and Thanks For the Memories1 - that I well-and-truly woke up to the evil within our government and the souls of the “elites”. My life changed forever after. I shifted my focus from fiction to truth (and you know what they say). Thanks to the open, egalitarian, wild-West internet of the oughts, I was led straightaway toward Cathy, Brice, Tesla, Loose Change 2 and all the rest.
In 1981, when Mark Domizio was a young man of barely twenty-three, he considered joining the Navy. He met with a certain recruiter one day who would doggedly call him every week after that first introduction. Mark asked if he could be guaranteed the option to try out for the Navy Seals after boot camp, because he wanted to scuba-dive. Although the recruiter said no, he gave Mark a “take-home test”, and asked him to perform the exercises it held over the next month or so. During that month Mark found a job he liked and decided he didn’t want to join the Navy after all. He asked the recruiter to stop calling. But he didn’t stop, and called again about two months later, telling him “I have someone here who really wants to meet you because your test-scores were amazing!” Hidden within the normal physical-fitness aspects of the test had been couched, naturally, a psychological assessment that the military love to scan for. He cajoled him “why don’t we meet tonight in that ______ bar tonight for a quick drink?” And Mark agreed and obliged.
The bar the recruiter had chosen was in New Jersey, quite near his Pennsylvania home and Mark knew people there. The recruiter wore a Navy uniform and the other wore a black one devoid of markings. He also exuded malevolence. The recruiter brought him a beer from the bar. The conversation between the three was friendly at first but grew heated when remarks such as “look at your crappy car” or “you’re kinda pathetic” were launched at the young man. Mark was nervously perceiving the dialog getting more and more unpleasant and asked the two to go outside with him to finish up the talk, because he was getting embarrassed in front of his acquaintances and friends. So they went out to the recruiter’s van to continue.
The drug came on quickly, within five minutes, and talking quickly became moot. They gave him a stack of papers to sign. They said “give us two years and we’ll give you the adventure of a lifetime! Plus no one will ever know you’re gone!”
They drove him to a hospital, of sorts, in Camden, New Jersey. The black-uniformed man told him “if you really want to do this, I am going to need you to walk through that door alone. You will see a nurse, and I want you to give her my name”. His name was Captain William McInnerney, or more succinctly, Bill. “She will know what to do.”
Inside he found a hallway and an adjoining room with a doctor and a nurse. He was instructed to get on the table, which had a sort of hood over it somewhat like a CT-scan table and from there his memory splits. He believes they gave him a screen memory of the nurse shaking him awake saying “we can’t use you…” along with some bogus reason, and being taken to a field near his home where he woke up the next morning in just a t-shirt and with different pants on. They did drop him back off the next morning in that field, but what also happened was that he woke up at the Diego Garcia Navy base (in the Indian Ocean), getting his head shaved.
There were eight recruits, which he thought was strange- to be one of so few. They were told to forget their names and were given numbers instead- 1 through 8. Mark was number 1. His partner was number 2. Each of the eight had their own personal trainer so there was no camaraderie between them- no talking was allowed. Soon enough they learned they were being trained for “abduct and/or kill” missions. They seemed to belong to a sort of Black Navy group.
After about two months, Mark was taken to a marina in Tennessee via a mag-lev train2 , deep underground that networks worldwide. A commanding officer pointed out to him the man they wanted; and Mark waited in the woods for him, caught him and stuffed him into a car. They went back to Diego, with their new passenger.
In appreciation of this feat, Mark’s personal trainer gave him three days off. Mark chose to spend this leisure time at the little German bar next to the base. There he met and became friendly with a young woman all three of the nights. And the third night, two black-uniformed men came behind him and roughed him up. He learned later that this young lady was the daughter of the German Commandant who ruled the entire base. Thus he emerged upon the Commandant’s radar.
He was taken to perform various missions. Once he was taken with several others, perhaps all the eight new recruits, to a moon of Jupiter via a portal. They were tasked with setting something on fire on this foreign moonland. The beings there were about four feet tall and were rather primitive. At one point, Mark was starting to run off with them to a river, and later told his CO he had gotten “swept away” with the inhabitants or something like that; but they understood immediately that he was lying, was attempting escape and had become a flight-risk.
Upon returning to his barracks, tooling along from the portal’s location- which was a ways away from the rest of the base- in a little golf-cart, he noticed an interesting building in a restricted area. He decided to go back to it later and peek through a window. When he got back there and did so, he spied the Commandant, a Draco reptilian and a spaceship. After less than five minutes of that he was seized by uniformed men and then tortured, questioned and beaten. “Who are you!???!!” they screamed as they reviewed his file. Then he was brought before the Draco himself, who gave him a new round of psychic torture that was so powerful it didn’t need to be physical. In his mind, Mark was being beaten and raped by another giant reptilian. But when he actually met him face to face after the torture was over, Mark wasn’t as afraid of him as most humans tended to be; and so they took another new interest in him. Mark would change course and serve directly with this reptilian, as soon as he made his first kill. He was given two weeks to make this happen.
Mark didn’t want to kill anyone and never did as his own self. He knew he had to escape. He told the seven others that night that he was going to leave in the morning. He said “what they want us to do is nothing good, so I am outta here.” Incidentally he didn’t know they were in the middle of the Indian Ocean, one thousand miles distant from any other continent. Number 7 betrayed him before the morning came and there was a team waiting for all of them as they tried to make their escape the next day. Mark was beaten badly, questioned again about the reptilian, especially whether he had told the others about him, to which he replied “no!” Then they threw him in prison after some more ignominious treatment by another German who was in charge of the prison area.
He was placed in solitary confinement for a very long time. It was a six-foot-square, wooden box, but only five feet tall or so. There was a hole in the back. It was pitch black. No clothes. He was given dog food to eat but even for that he was forced to beg. It was two people guarding him- and these two became a leitmotif for him for the next twenty years of his service. Once a month they would take him out, down to the showers. His eyes were blinded from so much darkness. I have heard of this kind of cruel treatment within Scientology’s SEA Org, where a girl was locked inside a vent system for a long time, until she was blinded- I believe she was tasked with cleaning it3. Humanity, when will this kind of thing end?? Mark stayed in this black box for about a year until he finally died of starvation. The two guardians were just lackeys for Mark’s real handler who was still Bill. When they found him dead, they were worried about Bill’s potential reaction. They took him quickly to another area within the giant Diego Garcia maze- to the experimentation labs which were run exclusively by greys.
The greys were able to revive him by placing him in a vat. Later on in this story I will leave-off all this true horror and explain his soul-mission, which he learned about only fairly recently. For a teaser I’ll just say that part of his mission was to die in the programs; and he got that done. Since there were two versions of himself at this point in time, which was probably 1983, he didn’t exactly have an NDE; but he did hear a female voice tell him “it’s time to let go” as his Diego clone died. It was a loving, feline being who showed him who he really was. She also said “you still have a lot more to go through”; and he woke up in the vat. During their revival of Mark, the greys happened to view his soul’s past lives. With keen interest, they saw that he had fought on the rebels’ side during the ancient Orion Wars. They saw where exactly he had broken off from Source and that he possessed a certain rare, Andromedan-style light-body. They fed him and clothed him for about two weeks just so he could recuperate; and then they sent him to the infamous Dulce base, in New Mexico, via mag-lev train.
Green uniformed men took him to Dulce and they arrived at the third level. The third level was all-human, military and office-like with many cubicles. He was taken down another level and there was greeted by greys with mean faces. Maybe they were the Maytra? They took him to a giant cavern with people in cages. The cages weren’t stacked here because there was so much space, and the people inside had endless stares. A 7-foot-tall, white insectoid came up to him and, uninvited, entered his mind, flipping through his thoughts and experiences as one would leaf through a Rolodex of old. Tony Rodrigues had an experience with an insectoid/ mantid being on Mars who similarly intruded summarily into his mind, viewing everything, including his Michigan home which he himself could no longer remember, since his mind had been wiped at the beginning of his abduction. The insect’s energy, in addition to being highly psychic, was chirpy and frenetic, making Mark very uneasy. He had a sort of oblong rock or crystal and positioned it over Mark’s solar plexus. At that point a giant flash of light shot out from Mark’s very being and illuminated the cavern. The insect wanted some of the light, demanding and wheedling for consent from him; because the dark side always needs consent. Mark didn’t want to give away any of it but agreed anyway to make him stop. He said it was indescribable and it was the most painful, icky and invasive experience of his life. Then a gang of “teenage grey hybrids” tormented him until a tall, non-human but still humanoid being with black irises, white sclera and a longer-than-human nose put up a spiritual shield and protected him from further abuse. He came from a higher dimension and was able to supersede the one we find ourselves in. This being passed through the Dulce base from time to time because he liked visiting these heinous places and sometimes helping the helpless, reducing pain; but he wasn’t bound to stay there.
Once he had become untouchable at Dulce, those in charge decided to send him back to the prison on Diego Garcia. This time he was taken to the general population section of prison where there were lights and cells and each inmate had a job. He wound up sharing a cell with #2. Their job was in the kitchen. About ten days passed smoothly until the head of the kitchen started stroking Mark on the shoulder in a way that creeped him out. He told him “touch me again and I will cut you!” He touched him again and Mark went crazy on him with a serrated butter-knife. #2 helped him and two more got caught in the mêlée and were killed.
The pay-back for this was extremely severe. Mark and #2, whose name was Joe, were put in another cell and each would be given a long round of torture for several hours all day long. When they brought back the one, and dropped him on the floor incapacitated by some immobilizing drug, they would take the other for his turn. After two weeks of this, alone in the cell one night, Joe asked Mark to inform their families what had been done to them. In the morning, Joe was dead, having hanged himself with their socks. They left Mark in there with Joe’s dead body for about two days. When they finally came for him, Mark had gone completely crazy. They put him on a stretcher and gave him a shot in the neck.
He was taken to a hospital on the moon with green walls and green halls. He stayed there the last two months of his original contract- the two years. The greys worked on him and age-regressed him and snickered amongst themselves “he’s never going to remember any of this!” Ironically, this was a memory Mark retained all his life between 1981 and 2016, which was when he had his first QHHT session with Suzanne Spooner.4
It was time to go back to Diego Garcia, and from there to New Jersey. Here it gets confusing. He believes he would have been sent back home after two years if he hadn’t died and if the greys hadn’t found his light-body. He believes that instead they sent a part of his consciousness (in a clone body) to Mars, most likely using his biometrics which were being stored at Dulce. They had some of his DNA, a soul-shard and a piece of his light body, so they were able to copy him. And so, part of his consciousness was sent back to New Jersey while this other clone and its soul-shard went to Mars. There he was electroshocked every day- a lot. It is difficult to write this because I can’t fathom it. I don’t understand how any “technician” could do such a thing to another human being, nor why s/he wouldn’t instead take mercy upon him and try to help him: give him some soup and some comfort. Once, when I was in 4th grade at my new private school- which I loved- my teacher, who was from England, was telling us all about Guy Fawkes Day and describing the torture they did to poor Guy. I remember I started crying and couldn’t control it; and the teacher let me go to the other empty classroom that adjoined the one we were in. I was the only one out of thirty or so children who reacted that way; and I remember she said to me as she escorted me there something like “it’s nice of you to cry, I bet he was crying too!”
Mark was severely electroshocked for about a month and every day all that was said to him was “085971 Hans”. This was his new name (and number) and it became all that he ever was. He believes the electroshock finally “took” when his light body and soul decided to stay out of his body permanently. All Mark’s memories were destroyed, as were his inhibitions and hesitations. He had been turned into an obedient assassin and his soul hovered elsewhere. After Mark’s first interview on Journey to Truth, a viewer contacted him and told him “they did the same thing to me. They turned me into a Hans, with a number!” And so, it may be inferred that a “Hans” is a thing, a model or template, created out of electroshock, that they manufacture for certain undesirable employment opportunities.
From the Mars training, he was sent back to Diego Garcia to learn his job. He was to guard the base from the tunnel-people who lived below it in the tunnels. Mark recollects that there were hundreds of them and that they had a culture of sorts. They had roving gangs as well whose only goal was to find food or rags from some chink in the base’s armor. These were people who had been experimented on in the labs- because the military needs to test out certain drugs before they can be given to super soldiers- and then discarded. Hans’ job was to keep the tunnel people from breeching the base. They all knew upward was the way out; and Hans had to keep them down. He had a 1911 45 pistol which he would often use to kill some of these unfortunates. Hans would get to know every inch of the base and its tunnels over the years; would witness the base’s continual expansion, and would perform these duties there until 2018.
Unbeknownst to himself, Mark had been spied upon since 1981, as he lived out his quotidian, Earthly life. At the end of 2016, when he had gone to see Suzanne Spooner for his first QHHT session, the watchers began to realize he was getting some of his memories back. In early 2017, he was abducted and taken to the moon, to meet with Bill. Bill was calling him Hans and asking “do you remember me??” And to his aides he asked “are those drugs working??” as they shot him up again. Bill took this opportunity to program him, using the hypnotic state generated by the drug to instill powerful posthypnotic suggestions and ideas such as “you’re a burden to your wife. No one needs you around. It would be so much easier on the other side.” For the following three months, life became difficult, in spite of the fantastic recall he had received during that first session, and the healing that was brought on by it. He wasn’t able to think about his memories without feeling nauseous or getting a headache. He would see a tree and picture himself hanging from it, or a bathtub and picture himself drowning in it. And it was only because of the love, patience and determination of his wife that he lived through this period.
Here is a good time to explain his soul’s mission for going through all this, which he learned about from his main guide who is named something close to “Hayock” or “Hayog”. Before incarnating, Mark had agreed to, and even insisted upon, being part of these blackest of black programs. In doing so however, a “Council of Light” or “Council of Five” would have access to his eyes, ears and senses. It was a deep, undercover spy mission. The Council of Five had been wanting to put an end to the Diego base but was unable to track its location exactly, apparently, because of some alien shielding technology it had in place. But when they took Mark to the Moon in 2017, they found the whereabouts of Bill, who was a major player in many dark undertakings- human trafficking, slavery etc. Although he had left Diego Garcia and had relocated to the Moon in 2003, he was still shielded. The Council of Five, who worked with the Galactic Federation of Worlds, were then able to locate and kill Bill; because of Mark’s spy mission. His attempt to save his own ass backfired. Back on Diego Garcia, Hans heard about Bill’s death and went into action. He knew what he had to do because he had been programmed to do it. He was to assassinate any of the remaining original eight recruits- of which there was just one left, #4, and then himself, somewhere where no one would find his body. And this is what Hans did, in early 2018. At this point the soul-shard that had been hovering over Hans’ body re-homed to Mark, and in a blast, Mark received Hans’ memories.
There are two other notable missions Hans carried out on Diego that should be noted before we let him rest in peace. Mark says that Diego Garcia was the end-point of Malaysia Flight 370! For this mission, for the first time since he was brought back to Diego from Dulce, Hans was brought to the surface. Mark remembers the surprise he felt to see the sun, feel its heat and to smell the saltwater. Then he was brought to the plane and told to kill the clean-up crew who had killed all the passengers, pilots, stewards and stewardesses. He does not recall being tasked to kill them all himself, thankfully. Then they had to load the bodies into large, construction-site style dumpsters. In maneuvering these dumpsters into the freight elevator, Mark lost his arm and was taken off-duty for a few days. He was taken to a hospital and his arm was sewn back on. He does not believe he recovered it completely in a medbed because he had a deformed arm for the next four years of his life there. The plane was taken out because one passenger, a Japanese businessman, had absconded with a hard-drive that belonged to a cabal-member which had sensitive financial information, he said. When he spoke on another interview, before he had ever mentioned Flight 370, a woman contacted him, a woman named Shawna Shirley, who said to him “I know you! You gave me blood. I remember your arm was deformed..” Thus Mark knew she was correct, because he too remembered giving blood to five young recruits who were about to venture to the same moon of Jupiter he had visited so many years prior. His blood, because his father’s is O-, and because he had already been there, was instrumental for them to better handle that moon’s atmosphere, apparently. Also in that group of four was a young Joseph Powell, whom the reader may remember.
And his other amazing mission transpired in the year 2003 when, in an emergency, he hastened to save the Commandant’s daughter and her five children who were being held hostage by two tunnel people at her home. Hans arrived and was able to subdue and kill these intruders. The Commandant ran over to her house as well, and the woman went up to Hans to thank him for saving her family. But he didn’t react. She asked him “do you remember me?” Over twenty years had passed. And he replied “no”. As she turned and stepped away with her father, Hans overheard her say to him (they had also enhanced his hearing) “I thought you said he died in prison. What did you do to him??”5
It was this successful rescue of the Commandant’s daughter and grandchildren that earned for Bill a step up, since Hans was Bill’s. He would move to the dark side of the Moon. And at this time, realizing he wouldn’t be needing them, Bill nodded to Hans and told him to go ahead and assassinate the two goons who had tortured him so many times over the years. The memory of their faces before they died was one of the first he recovered later on.
Mark Domizio’s story is not finished yet. For some reason, in his case, the controllers weren’t worried- in the slightest- about him going crazy if he worked for more than twenty years in the black programs, split off from his Earth-life’s original soul, as they were in the cases of Tony Rodrigues, Michael Relfe, Randy Cramer and others. These architects had found the way to subdivide Mark at Dulce and so they did.
When they created the body for Hans, they also created another one, whom they named Sam. Sam was programmed to believe he had been born on Mars. At this point however, Mark Domizio balks; to endeavor to recollect another entire lifetime of memories! He is trying to heal his soul. Because this is paramount for him, he has proclaimed himself unable to dwell upon these memories and finds that it is a slippery slope to reflect too long upon his alters’- or identical triplets’- recollections, if you will. Mark’s other selves were not formed by splitting his personality using trauma as was the case in Rebecca Rose’s or Arkheim Ra’s or John Whitberg’s experiences. He believes, in fact, that everything done to him was an experiment along the lines of “let’s see… can we create multiples of a person by first cloning him and then splitting his soul? Can we make a Hans?” Etc. Nevertheless the memories he does recollect are impressive, and they corroborate the memories of the other SSP victims I have written and drawn about.
Although Mark hasn’t gone into Sam’s early training on Mars, he does recollect that he worked for the Dark Fleet, after first coming to their attention by doing some dastardly deeds. Before he worked for them however, he was working for the Old Man- the same Old Man that Johan Fritz worked for. In effect, he began spying on the Dark Fleet for the Old Man who put some sort of device in his body. He says the Old Man was not a nice guy at all and first had to become a “black hat” before turning around and becoming a “white hat”.6
Mark claims that the Old Man ordered him to blow up a facility that belonged to the Dark Fleet. But there were already explosives laid down by someone else and what transpired was the giant explosion of 2018 on Mars. This was the explosion that Elena Danaan is also on-the-record informing the world about before NASA did. Mark claims 250,000 people died that day but that they were all slaves; not that such a massive loss-of-life would be any more poignant if they weren’t. We are all children of Source, endowed with curiosity, love and worthy of dignity. When will we learn to be loving and dignified?
Sam was punished for this by none other than Johan Fritz, Mark claims. He had a wife and son. Johan offered to let him go back with them if he agreed to get his mind wiped and allow them to remove twenty years of memories. He did so, but sadly the wife and child were fed to reptilians anyway. This is all I will say about Sam.
As a ray of hope, I will end this report on Mark Domizio by saying that according to Elena Danaan, in her interview with him cited below, Thorhan, her Pleiadean contact who is connected to her via a device in her brain which the greys had implanted when she was nine but which was recalibrated by her GFW rescuers later the same day to become a mode of direct communication between her and him, he spoke with her on April 19, 2021, overjoyed because they had destroyed a giant base and rescued a lot of slaves from somewhere in the Indian Ocean. The Galactic Federation of Worlds was finally able to decommission that terrible place, situated on that beautiful, tropical island, which had been stolen from its indigenous inhabitants, who had all been forcibly removed. Mark’s own guides had told him the same thing, but Elena’s statement was confirmation for him. Mark has also said in another interview with Dr. Salla that he doesn’t believe the surface at Diego is completely clear yet, so the fight continues.
Such extreme horrendousness which Mark endured necessitated for him the best kind of healing-help there is; and so he needed three QHHT sessions with Suzanne Spooner, when usually it’s a one-and-done thing. He also had a session with Rebecca Rose, which helped him to understand where he had been for all those years, before he knew about Diego Garcia, plus other aspects of his journey that she was able to view. Micheal Slattery helped him remember more about the being in Dulce who helped to minimize his torture there.
But the most important thing he learned as far as genuine healing goes was (is) that he (we) need to learn radical forgiveness. During his whole life post-1981, Mark had endured unexplained PTSD- and then, after 2016, a new round of PTSD overtook him as his memories began to come into clarity in earnest. I will finally end this story with this difficult realization he had. As he recovered his memories and would obsessively recall the solitary confinement, or a waterboarding session etc, his mind would shift to the image of himself shooting Bill’s two subordinates in the head, and he would bask for a moment in that perceived victory. But revenge is not recovery, his guides showed him as they said “this ends when you want it to”. And so he learned to forgive some of the most difficult-to-forgive perpetrators one can possibly imagine.
I am assuming the reader already knows these classic underground autobiographies; but in case you don’t they were written by the intrepid Cathy O’Brian and the lovely Brice Taylor, respectively. Sadly, Brice subsequently disappeared!
Mag-Lev is short for “magnetic levitation”. Many whistle-blowers e.g. Phil Schneider have described the smooth-as-silk vitreous tunnel-walls underground plus their perfect, straight pathways. The trains hover just above the rails and fly at phenomenal speeds anywhere you want to go on Earth- or near enough. The tunnels were made with nuclear boring machines that dig tunnels almost as fast as one can think to make them.
https://thefrisky.com/6-additional-scientology-horror-stories-wed-like-to-see-covered-in-a-going-clear-sequel/. I can’t find that story any longer but here are some more Scientology horror stories. There was a girl in a vaultr.
This is the recording of their first session. Most people only need one QHHT (quantum healing hypnosis technique) session, but Mark needed several because of the incredible complexity of his story.
https://rumble.com/v18d1dm-soul-mission-aug-202021-dulce-and-diego-garcia-survivor-mark-domizio.html In this wonderful interview with Elena Danaan, they discuss how Diego Garcia was taken down in April, 2021.
https://rumble.com/v2aoxau-38-years-on-mars-colonies-kruger-dark-fleet-dr.-michael-salla-talks-to-mark.html. This is Mark’s final interview with Dr. Salla, wherein he talks about Sam and also how he doesn’t want to do anymore interviews>