Ex-Illuminati insider, Donald Marshall speaks out and exposes the truth about the New World Order, a dark organization of world leaders secretly orchestrating global events. Donald Marshall Revolution is an unofficial, unauthorized website created to support this mission.
Donald Marshall Revolution Loading... Donald Marshall Revolution Discover the truth Home About About Donald Marshall The Donald Marshall Story - Part 1: The Awakening The Donald Marshall Story - Part 2: Somebody Save Me The Donald Marshall Story - Part 3: Rock Me Amadeus Cloning Secret Cloning To Be Human Never to Dream Life, Only Better Gladiators of the Pit Canadian Psycho Severed Feet The Secret of Vril The Secret of Vril E.T. Phone Home Aliens Among Us Extraordinary Proof Gods and Monsters Microchipheads Selling Immortality Bodysnatching The Man Who Sold the World The Illuminati Under Alien Control Queen Found Guilty The Fast and Furious Death of Paul Walker About Donald Marshall These are the accounts of Donald Marshall, a former Illuminati insider turned internet whistleblower. We came across Donald Marshall's online posts in late 2011, detailing his firsthand accounts with a powerful global organization known as the Illuminati. He describes their secret involvement in such criminal acts as murder, kidnapping, torture, rape, child abuse and child exploitation. As a victim himself of the Illuminati, Marshall details his own experiences of torture, kidnapping and abuse at the hands of this large global conspiracy, reaching shocking levels of depravity. Marshall exposes many major Illuminati political players such as Queen Elizabeth, her husband Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, Prince Charles and Russian President Vladimir Putin. He also names many other world leaders, politicians and famous celebrities secretly involved. Many of Marshall's claims can be substantiated by events catalogued by public and private organizations, such as Child Abuse Recovery, a division of Trauma Research Center, Inc. and the International Common Law Court of Justice in Brussels, which found Queen Elizabeth and her husband, Prince Philip guilty in the disappearance of ten native children from the Kamloops Indian Residential School in British Columbia on October 10th, 1964. Donald Marshall Revolution is an unofficial and unauthorized website created to help spread information about critical issues of global public interest and concern. The Donald Marshall Story - Part 1: The Awakening "My name is Donald Marshall. I've been cloned…" So begins the accounts of former Illuminati insider turned whistleblower Donald Marshall who, in late 2011, published an online expose detailing his eyewitness reports of the crimes committed against innocent citizens that, he claims, take place nightly in deep underground military bases around the world. Conspiracy theorists have long contended that major world events are under the direction of a powerful global coalition of wealthy secret societies known collectively as The Illuminati. They hold that this shadow government has been orchestrating world events for many years, long promoting a hidden agenda, which includes the ultimate control of all areas of society from banking, business, politics, military, education, religion, medicine, media and entertainment. Donald Marshall has risked his life to speak out about this select group of individuals who, he says, maintains world control without the majority of the public made even aware. He says that their vast member base includes royal bloodlines, prominent wealthy families, influential members of finance, banking, media and entertainment, as well as religious leaders and politicians, all of whom agree to join and participate within the organization. He explains that while members within this elite club enjoy access to unlimited opportunities, in exchange, they must agree to participate in secret meetings, held nightly in deep, underground military bases on highly restricted property. There they utilize top-secret cloning technology to meet as clones during their dream state, to discuss and plan future events, while the rest of us sleep. Sound impossible? Not so, says Marshall, who states that the practice of human cloning is far from new, and maintains that covert experiments in genetic engineering have been conducted by Illuminati scientists for many decades. He explains that beginning in the 1940's, human cloning technology was used as a way for world leaders to meet in secret in order to plan and discuss future events. Over time, however, they got bored and began to clone others and bring them to the cloning center, as well. Famous movie stars, artists, musicians, and celebrated sports figures, were all cloned and personally delivered to the Illuminati, in order to indulge their every fantasy. Marshall says that in time, this slowly degraded as members began showing off for the rest, resulting in committing shocking acts of depravity, including crimes such as murder, kidnapping, torture, rape, child abuse and child exploitation. Marshall claims to have witnessed numerous crimes committed by many members of the Illuminati since early childhood as an unwilling participant in many covert government projects. He states that he remembers attending these secret meetings as a child as young as 5 years old. However, while Marshall can relate in detail the events that took place at the cloning center every night, he reports that he could never remember how he got there and, at the time, believed that he had been kidnapped during his sleep. Marshall says that he had no understanding of a top-secret technology known as R.E.M-Driven Consciousness Transfer which is used to transfer one's individual consciousness during the natural REM cycle of sleep into an identical clone located at a cloning center many miles away. Marshall explains that when he goes to bed at night, his consciousness is stolen while he sleeps and is held hostage until his real body wakes up. He maintains that this consciousness transfer happens almost every night, even though his real body never leaves the room, and continues to sleep through the night. Once his real body eventually wakes up, however, his clone body drops limp. Marshall says that all goes black and, as he wakes up, his consciousness quickly returns to his real body. Marshall claims that this transfer can only take place once the brain has fully entered the REM sleep cycle. Once you begin to dream, he says, they can steal your consciousness and bring you wherever they want. As Marshall reports, "I go to sleep at night, [at home in Eastern Canada] and an hour later, I open my eyes to find myself, naked, on a stainless steel rack, at a cloning center hundreds of miles away." While he says he doesn't know the exact location, Marshall surmises the center is built underground on highly restricted property in Western Canada. Disoriented at first, Marshall says he finds himself lying in a room filled with computers, one nearby is monitoring his brain wave patterns. Marshall explains that a green light on a control panel will light up to indicate when the subject has entered REM sleep. Then, he says, "workers there just push a button and you open your eyes, in the clone zone". This is the way large numbers of Illuminati members meet every night in complete secrecy, with no chance of discovery. Marshall claims that when one considers that there are many thousands of Illuminati members being activated in deep, underground military bases around the clock, in different time zones all over the world, that the level of organization involved is staggering. Marshall is often asked how he came to be selected to participate in these top-secret government programs, especially at such a young age. According to Marshall, his childhood was "normal enough", as he grew up, living with his mother, step-father and three brothers in the harbor city of Halifax, Nova Scotia, on the Atlantic coast of Canada. Smart, athletic and popular, Marshall excelled at both sports and academics in school. After graduation, he found success working in building and construction. "Life was good," says Marshall, until the day shortly after his 30th birthday. Marshall explains that he was living in Dartmouth at the time, right across the bay from the city of Halifax. He remembers opening his eyes one night to find his roommate standing over him. "Come with me," he said. As Marshall started to get up, he discovered that he was not sleeping in his bed, but was resting on a narrow cot. Looking around, he noticed that he wasn't in his bedroom, but was instead inside a small, dark room with thick concrete walls, empty except for the cot. "What's going on?" Marshall wanted to know. "Just come on," his roommate replied. Silently, Marshall followed him out of the room and down a corridor that opened onto a wide concourse. As he looked around, Marshall realized that he was inside some type of large indoor sports stadium, although he had no idea how he had gotten there. I thought I had been kidnapped, Marshall remembers. As he got closer to the main gate, his roommate stepped aside, and Marshall entered the brightly lit arena alone. Looking around, Marshall saw that he was surrounded by crowds. He quickly scanned the faces of those sitting in the dark, all watching, all waiting… Loud music began to crank through loud speakers as he began to walk toward the center of the arena. Marshall immediately recognized Guns N' Roses' 1987 heavy metal classic Welcome to the Jungle as it played over the stadium sound system. I am so dead, Marshall thought, as he sensed a silent threat from those gathered, as if all had arrived here to witness some sort of blood sport, with his murder served as their entertainment. Well, he thought to himself, if they think I'm going to cry and beg for my life, screw it… Marshall figured that if he wasn't going to get out of there alive anyway, he might as well give them what they came for… Showing off his rock star moves, Marshall began jumping, thrashing, grinding, and head-banging, as he shredded the strings of his air guitar, screaming: Welcome to the Jungle…We've got fun 'n' games…We got everything you want…honey, we know the names... As soon as he began to sing, though, the music abruptly stopped. "You remember, don't you?" someone called out. "I remember nothing. Where am I?" "You don't remember anything?" "No, I don't," Marshall said, "I don't know why I'm here. You must have me confused with someone else. Look," he said, "if you're going to kill me, just do it and get on with it. I've seen your faces. I'm not getting out of here…" "You're not going to die," they answered, "You're just going to wake up back in your bed." "Then, if I'm not going to die," he said, "I want to go now." Marshall says that next they told him that he was very special, and then all went black. When he opened his eyes, Marshall found himself back in bed, with his heart pounding and mind racing. What was that? he thought. Had he just been dreaming? It had felt too real to be a dream, but if it wasn't a dream…what was it? What Marshall didn't know was that he was not in his real body while at the cloning center, but was activating an identical clone. He would come to learn that he had not been kidnapped or abducted at all, in fact, his real body never left and was still sleeping in his bed back home. He would later find out that while there, he was in temporary use of an identical clone body that feels, according to Marshall, as real as real. What's more, those he met at the cloning center weren't in their real bodies either. They were also activating clones as well and actually lived all over the world. At first, he didn't tell anyone, but in time Marshall decided to share his "dream" with a few friends. While they didn't know what to think, they all believed him, for Marshall was known to tell the truth. It was clear that something was happening to him, but no one knew exactly what. Marshall says that over the next several weeks, he began to remember more. He became aware of the many different times he had been there before, from early childhood on. Although, he didn't know where "there" was, he began to wonder if he was being brought to another dimension of time or an alternate reality. Marshall decided to move back to Halifax and stay with a buddy, although by now some friends had begun to distance themselves, afraid that whatever was happening to him, would start happening to them next. "I knew it wasn't a dream. It was something else," remembers Marshall. "It was too real to be a dream. But then, I thought that maybe it just seemed real to me because I was losing my mind. Maybe I was going crazy." And for the first time in his life, Marshall would realize just why he could never seem to remember his dreams…because he never had any. As more memories returned, Marshall says he would jolt awake at night with searing chest pain, his heart gripped in spasms as his body re-experienced the trauma from the events that took place there. It was always the same place, he recalled, the same big sports arena filled with crowds watching, as different people hurt him, in different ways. He remembers that he would wake in crushing pain, with his heart pounding and body shaking, trying to breathe as new memories began to surface. He worried that one day his heart would fail and he wouldn't make it. He decided that he had to do something to shut this place down, whatever it was, wherever it was, this just had to stop. Marshall decided to start with the police. One morning, he went to police headquarters in Downtown Halifax, in order to make a public report. He tried to explain to the officers that when he goes to sleep at night, he pops up in this other dimension, that there were lots of other people there, too, doing terrible things to others and that something has got to be done about it. Marshall said the police just told him to go home, suggesting though, that he might want to go to the ER to get himself checked out by a doctor. From there, Marshall contacted Canadian Intelligence, and visited the regional headquarters for the CSIS, located downtown. Marshall says he approached the two officers in charge, telling them that he had to tell them something and began again, saying that when he goes to sleep at night, somehow he is taken to another dimension or something, where the people there hurt him, and hurt others, and that this needs to be investigated and stopped. "You want me to police another dimension…?" the officer replied. Then, Marshall says, two psychologists, both female, stepped out from a nearby office. They introduced themselves and said they wanted to talk to him. At first, they expressed concern for him and began to ask him many questions about his dreams. Could he describe his thoughts and feelings about them? Next, they encouraged Marshall to check himself into a psychiatric ward right away for a full evaluation in order to get help with these disturbing dreams. Instead, he walked out, his mind racing. Somehow they knew that I was coming, Marshall thought. He surmised that they planned on getting him locked up in some mental ward, so they can dispose of him later. Where would he go now? he wondered. That night, when Marshall fell sleep, he opened his eyes to find himself back at the same arena, standing in the center of the dirt pit, with a full crowd in attendance. Two men approached him and immediately began taking turns punching him, laughing and showing off for all those watching. Marshall said they looked exactly like the two CSIS officers he had met earlier that day. Marshall says that he was somehow disabled and unable to move, fight back or even block their blows. They continued to pound and kick Marshall, until he fell in the dirt, bloody and broken. "Don't contact us again," they warned him. "Oh, I'm going to tell everybody about this place," Marshall answered. Then all went black and Marshall woke up to find himself back in bed, his head swirling with questions. What was going on here? How could he report this to the police, when the police are there, too? They are the police… Just how far does this go anyway? Frantic, he made a 3:00 AM telephone call to his father. "Dad, help me," Marshall said, "I'm trapped in some weird zone, some other dimension or something. I don't know what's going on. People are hurting me there…I think my heart is going to blow up." "I know what you're talking about," his father replied, "I know all about it, but I can't talk about it," and hung up. Marshall was left on his own with more questions than answers. What do I do now? Where can I go for help? As more memories returned, Marshall says he realized that he wasn't in another dimension or on the astral plane, in fact, there was nothing at all spiritual about his experiences. He realized that he was just a victim of real people "messing with tech". Marshall claims that he is often asked to explain how the consciousness transfer works, to which he answers that he doesn't know how it works, although he imagines that there must be some way to block it. He once tried setting his alarm to go off at short intervals to wake him throughout the night, hoping to prevent REM sleep. Eventually, however, Marshall found that he still fell deeply asleep. He has even tried to stay awake as long as possible which, Marshall says, only works for several days before the body just shuts down. In that case, he claims he's then stuck at the cloning center even longer, while his body catches up on the lost hours of sleep. Marshall says that he has experimented by going to bed after taking alcohol or prescription medication, hoping that it might interfere with the consciousness transfer. Marshall reports, however, that he was still brought to the cloning center anyway, feeling drugged or drunk, even though, strangely enough, the clone never consumed any drugs or alcohol. Once, Marshall even fashioned a hat out of tin foil, and wore it to sleep. He says he got hopeful after several days with no activation at the cloning center. However, later Marshall opened his eyes to find himself stuck there again, trapped in the clone zone, with all those in attendance enjoying a big laugh at his disappointment. They told him there was no way to block the transfer and that it was hopeless to even try. Some have asked Marshall why he can't just move somewhere far away, to which he explains that moving would be of no use as there is no distance limit to prevent the consciousness transfer. He says they have told him at the cloning center that they will find him wherever he goes. Marshall claims that he could even move to Antarctica and they'd still activate him and bring him to the cloning center. Others have suggested that Marshall try prayer as a means to ask God for help. He says he tried praying many times as a kid stuck there, desperate to find a way out. They would just laugh, and then hurt him more, asking, "Where's your god now, Don? Where he at?" Some say that Marshall is just dreaming and that the experiences he describes are simply vivid dreams. Marshall replies that what he experiences at the cloning center feel nothing like a dream; the details are as clear as real-life experiences, and time passes as slowly as time passes in real life. What's more, when you wake up, it's not like remembering a dream, he says, but more like remembering the events from the previous day. "They're not dreams," says Marshall, "I wish they were…" Hard to believe? Can one have years of experiences stored within the brain, with virtually no memory of them? Two recently published scientific studies show that memories can indeed be blocked and even completely erased from conscious memory. The October 2014 issue of the journal Neutron published a study conducted by researchers at the UC Davis Center of Neuroscience and Department of Psychology where light was effectively used to track the specific nerve cells in the cortex and hippocampus that were activated in learning and memory retrieval and switch them off with light directed through a fiber-optic cable. Known as Optogenetics, rese… truncated (217,006 more characters in archive)