I barely remember my time at GATE and also don’t remember the testing. I was in their version of language arts - so writing lots of stories. I remember I took Spanish, we learned to type on Apple computers which no other school had in my town. And I went 4th-6th grade. My mom said they gave me an IQ test and aptitude tests. I just learned about all this today so I’m a bit mindblown. And side note: I literally do psychic work now. If you have any other resources can you please share?
That weird pink drink they always gave us; the room with the windows always blocked or covered; the hearing tests; the headphones with the voices among the static other sounds; the flat plastic shapes, the colored reading cards; the decoding assignments; ink blot tests....
I had a bunch of IQ testing done between 1st-3rd grade, over multiple appointments, and then people started giving me assignments that weren't part of what the rest of the class was doing. Around 3rd grade, my mom said "they" (no idea) wanted me to skip two grades and graduate early, and asked if I wanted to. I didn't know what that meant, so she said it would mean I'd be way younger than the other kids. Like any 10 year-old that doesn't want to be bullied by 13 year-olds, I said I didn't want to skip.
Since I started hearing other stories about this, it has gotten me questioning experiences I had more or less forgotten about. One recent discovery coming out is known as "The Telepathy Tapes," which is a study done on autistic children demonstrating that they are highly telepathic. I was telepathic as fuuuuuuck as a kid. I remember hating having to be in public with my parents because I'd hear everyone's thoughts in the grocery store aisles. It was overwhelming. I also used to wake up at night outside my body all the time. One time, I went to bed with the light off as usual, but distinctly remember leaving my body and going to the wall to turn on the light, then floating above myself looking down.
But sometime around when they started giving me that pink drink those experiences stopped. WHAT WAS IN THAT PINK DRINK?
Then in high school I was found by a recruiter that said he was from the Marine Corps. I don't remember ever seeking him out. He got me out of school on several occasions and took me to places that I don't remember. The only trip I remember was when he, for some reason, took me to the mall food court and bought me stuff at Spencer. I seem to remember getting asked a lot of questions about my foreign language abilities, which have always been a natural talent... like he would ask me questions in other languages and then test me for how much of what he said I could figure out.
He also talked to me a lot about what I later found out was black ops; even "wet work;" but not directly or using any kind of direct language. I don't know why I knew that's what he was speaking about, it was just sort of a vibe... lots of selling points about international travel and how I seem really independent and like I do well operating on my own.
When it came to talking about recruitment, it wasn't the ASVAB or whatever test that military recruits are usually given that he wanted me to take, it was some other thing. I had a friend at the time that was signing up to be a linguist in the Navy and her path was very straightforward Navy recruiting, going to a Navy recruitment office, talking to a Navy recruitment staff, and then taking the ASVAB and signing on all the usual lines. I'd tell her about my Marine recruiter and she'd seem confused. One day I called the Corps recruitment office to ask about him and nobody there recognized him by name. So I started calling Marine Corps bases in the area (I grew up in D.C.) and asking to speak with recent women recruits to hear about their experiences in the Marines.
I don't know why I was digging so much about it, or what prompted me to do so, but one day the guy just stopped coming around. I never had a conversation with him that said "I don't want to join the Marines," the appointments just sort of fell off like they never happened. Was this connected to my being in GATE?! I have no idea. But if I had to speculate about it, my persistent skepticism and distrust of authority and my general immunity to gaslighting may just have altered my life's trajectory in a way that is far more drastic than I will ever know.
https://eagleforum.org/column/1997/july97/97-07-16.html#
Proof we’re not insane
Sounds kind of fun. Though I think I’d have flunked a couple of the tasks.
I barely remember my time at GATE and also don’t remember the testing. I was in their version of language arts - so writing lots of stories. I remember I took Spanish, we learned to type on Apple computers which no other school had in my town. And I went 4th-6th grade. My mom said they gave me an IQ test and aptitude tests. I just learned about all this today so I’m a bit mindblown. And side note: I literally do psychic work now. If you have any other resources can you please share?
Fritz Springmier pdf may help also :)
Yup, unraveling this mystery myself.
That weird pink drink they always gave us; the room with the windows always blocked or covered; the hearing tests; the headphones with the voices among the static other sounds; the flat plastic shapes, the colored reading cards; the decoding assignments; ink blot tests....
I had a bunch of IQ testing done between 1st-3rd grade, over multiple appointments, and then people started giving me assignments that weren't part of what the rest of the class was doing. Around 3rd grade, my mom said "they" (no idea) wanted me to skip two grades and graduate early, and asked if I wanted to. I didn't know what that meant, so she said it would mean I'd be way younger than the other kids. Like any 10 year-old that doesn't want to be bullied by 13 year-olds, I said I didn't want to skip.
Since I started hearing other stories about this, it has gotten me questioning experiences I had more or less forgotten about. One recent discovery coming out is known as "The Telepathy Tapes," which is a study done on autistic children demonstrating that they are highly telepathic. I was telepathic as fuuuuuuck as a kid. I remember hating having to be in public with my parents because I'd hear everyone's thoughts in the grocery store aisles. It was overwhelming. I also used to wake up at night outside my body all the time. One time, I went to bed with the light off as usual, but distinctly remember leaving my body and going to the wall to turn on the light, then floating above myself looking down.
But sometime around when they started giving me that pink drink those experiences stopped. WHAT WAS IN THAT PINK DRINK?
Then in high school I was found by a recruiter that said he was from the Marine Corps. I don't remember ever seeking him out. He got me out of school on several occasions and took me to places that I don't remember. The only trip I remember was when he, for some reason, took me to the mall food court and bought me stuff at Spencer. I seem to remember getting asked a lot of questions about my foreign language abilities, which have always been a natural talent... like he would ask me questions in other languages and then test me for how much of what he said I could figure out.
He also talked to me a lot about what I later found out was black ops; even "wet work;" but not directly or using any kind of direct language. I don't know why I knew that's what he was speaking about, it was just sort of a vibe... lots of selling points about international travel and how I seem really independent and like I do well operating on my own.
When it came to talking about recruitment, it wasn't the ASVAB or whatever test that military recruits are usually given that he wanted me to take, it was some other thing. I had a friend at the time that was signing up to be a linguist in the Navy and her path was very straightforward Navy recruiting, going to a Navy recruitment office, talking to a Navy recruitment staff, and then taking the ASVAB and signing on all the usual lines. I'd tell her about my Marine recruiter and she'd seem confused. One day I called the Corps recruitment office to ask about him and nobody there recognized him by name. So I started calling Marine Corps bases in the area (I grew up in D.C.) and asking to speak with recent women recruits to hear about their experiences in the Marines.
I don't know why I was digging so much about it, or what prompted me to do so, but one day the guy just stopped coming around. I never had a conversation with him that said "I don't want to join the Marines," the appointments just sort of fell off like they never happened. Was this connected to my being in GATE?! I have no idea. But if I had to speculate about it, my persistent skepticism and distrust of authority and my general immunity to gaslighting may just have altered my life's trajectory in a way that is far more drastic than I will ever know.