100% true stories of the first time I got arrested, the first time I got knocked out, the first time I did graffiti and the time from 1995 to 1996 when I dressed as a ninja, called myself “Shadow Wulf” and climbed on the BART at night before I was arrested in San Francisco for shop lifting and saw juvenile hall for the first time! All that and more in this post!
Enter the Hawaii Ninja
DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT UNDER MINDCONTROL AND I HAVE NEVER HAD AN ALTER EGO/ALTERNATE EGO OR SPLIT PERSONALITY. I HAVE NEVER BEEN A SCHIZOPHRENIC. I HAVE NEVER BEEN UNCONTROLLABLY VIOLENT OR BLACKED OUT FROM ANGER. PURPOSELY INDUCED AMNESIA BY HEAD TRAUMA, CLANDESTINE GOVERNMENT/CORPORATE ENTITIES/NGOs USING TECHNOLOGY AND DRUGS IS NOT ALWAYS DEMONIC PRESENCE OR POSSESSION. CLONING IS A WHOLENOTHER TOPIC WE WILL NOT EXPLORE HERE. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN ME, ONE SOUL. NO MATTER WHAT NAME OR ALIAS I CREATED OR USED TO PROTECT MY IDENTITY, I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN PRESENT, LOGICAL AND RATIONAL. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MY MOTHER’S SON. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN RESPONSABLE FOR MYSELF, I HAVE ONE PERSONALITY, I HAVE NEVER HAD AN IDENTITY CRISIS AND NO THING AND NO ONE HAS EVER TAKEN OVER MY MIND AND FORCED ME TO DO ANYTHING. EVIL DOES NOT CONTROL ME AND I DO NOT NEED TO CHANNEL ENTITIES OR OUTSIDE FORCES, SUCH AS DEMONS OR SPIRITS TO MAKE ME POWERFUL. I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN PERFECT AS I AM. I AM SIMPLY A MAN WHO BELIEVES IN A PURELY GOOD UNIVERSAL GOD. NO ONE HOLDS CONTRACT OVER ME. NO ONE HOLDS POWER OVER ME. NO ONE POSSESSES ME. NO ONE OWNS ME.
When I was growing up in Hawaii, Kung-Fu and martial arts were always popular in the household. My uncles and older cousins always watched Bruce Lee movies. When I had my first trick-or-treating experience at the age of four, I wanted to be a karate man, but my aunty gave me vampire teeth and told me to be a vampire karate man. I didn’t want to, but that’s what I went as. The first Christmas I can remember with my family was one of my first and last as a child growing up in Hawaii. I asked my cousin what they got me for Christmas and she told me that they bought me a ninja toy. I asked my other cousins if they bought me a ninja toy and they got angry at the cousin who told me, so I knew it was the truth. I was really excited to get this ninja toy, it was my only gift that year and I imagined what it was going to be like. It came with weapons and was already in a fighting pose and I liked it. I even took it to California with me when I moved there.
When I was four, I wore a blind fold and broke a piñata at a birthday party. I thought I would be rewarded for being the one to break the pinata open. When the candy spilled all over the floor I barely had enough time to peel off my blindfold and see the gang of kids run in and start scooping up all the candy like rabid monsters. Not one of them thought to leave any for me even though I was the one that broke the pinata. This has been a metaphor for my entire life. I went back to my mother sad with tears of frustration and disappointment while she asked me why I was sad. She told me that I should be happy that I broke the pinata and she asked me why I didn’t want any candy. I did want candy but I didn’t want to fight for it because I felt I deserved it for breaking the pinata blindfolded. No one understood my sadness but I didn’t understand the greed and selfishness of humanity.
My parents split up when I was the age of five. While in the middle of kindergarten, I switched schools from Kuhio to Likelike. I was left neglected with only my Hawaiian grandmother to watch over me. Since we were poor, after the age of five, I never had Christmas presents or birthday presents until I moved to California, so I was fond of any toy that was gifted to me since the occasion was so rare. One year, my present was a role of toilet paper wrapped in news paper comics. Most times the only meal I ate was the school meal and the rest of the year I starved and had to scavenge since my grandmother hardly ever cooked or made any food for me. Till this day people ask me why I’m so skinny, as if I use drugs to lose weight. Nobody has any clue that I grew up starving without food other than the school lunch until the age of nine years old when I first moved to California.
My grandmother who lived in section 8 government housing bought food with her food stamps, would feed her handicapped son first, then feed herself and sleep. I would be left to raid the condiments and left overs in the refrigerator if I was lucky. I would eat slices of cheese when there was no bread. Or, I would have a mayonnaise sandwich and drink shoyu whenever there wasn’t any cheese, bologna, peanut butter or jelly. We never had a microwave and our one TV was a black and white, 13 inch screen with long TV antennas and tin foil. We got all our clothes from goodwill and the salvation army and when the churches gave out holiday food to the homeless, we would sometimes have extra canned food during a couple holidays. She was overwhelmed as a single mother of five kids her whole life, she hardly had a left over thought to be a grandmother for me. I was just an extra chore that gave her more stress than she could handle or afford, but she was all I had.
During that same time, one of my favorite cartoons was G.I. Joe, and my favorite character was Snake Eyes, a ninja dressed in black. I used to watch that show and think to myself that if I was any of the G.I. Joes, I’d want to be Snake Eyes. He never spoke and he never showed his face and I thought that was super cool. He’s the character epithet of “actions speak louder than words” and I wanted to be like that.
My grandmother had a Hawaiian friend named Dotty and she had a son named Gabriel, and Gabriel had a Nintendo. So when my grandma would go to visit Dotty, she’d take me with her, and I would play Nintendo with Gabriel. Gabriel always had a new Nintendo game and he showed me the game “Ninja Gaiden.” When he showed it to me, I felt gobsmacked – I was blown away. The game starts with two ninjas fighting in the opening animation sequence. First they run at each other, then they jump in the air and collide under a full moon. Then they each fall to the ground on opposite sides. But only one ninja falls to the ground and dies, all before the game even starts. Then, when you press start, you become the ninja. You start running and when you jump you do summersaults. When the game starts you’re in the middle of the city. As a little boy, I got this experience of being a ninja running, jumping, climbing walls, and running across rooftops for the first time. It was so much fun that I wanted to be like that in real life, and I was hoping that one day I could be a ninja, running and jumping through the city like the character in the game I was playing.
In my neighborhood where I grew up was a public housing system and all the neighbors were Samoan, Tongan, and Vietnamese. The neighborhood kids taught me how to make a ninja mask out of my t-shirt one day and I thought it was the coolest thing. The kids would run around with wooden swords and play with smoke bombs and fireworks and I thought it was all fun. A Vietnamese boy taught me how to fold a ninja star from tin foil and make a bottle cap gun with a clothes pin, a ruler, a rubber band and a bottle cap. A lot of the households where I grew up have violence so often the kids act out the violence in the neighborhood. It was an environment violent for both kids and adults. I was the only hapa-haole kid in this situation, and many people in Hawaii are programmed from their parents at a young age to hate anyone white and anyone who looks white, even half white like me. Not everyone is like that but there are a lot and I would say most of the people I met in my life were stupid and racist in this way especially toward me.
Many people wanted to fight me and bully me just based on how I looked, so I needed to be tough. Often times I would try to prove myself just to keep up with the neighborhood kids so I could hopefully avoid any bullying. I would do daring things like jump off the roofs and climb on everything. I was always excellent at climbing, running and swimming which helped me get away most times when kids would often chase me home trying to beat me up or trying to constantly attack me whenever they would see me around the neighborhood.
Endless fights because I was a racial target from the start.
On the play ground at recess, I would stand shocked in wonderment at how all the other kids would just run around and scream like monkeys. I realized that all the GMO food, candy, sugar, breakfast cereal, fast food, water, vaccines, pharmaceutics and soda was designed to make all the inner city children retarded and lower their IQs. For anyone that doesn’t know what an IQ test is, the IQ test was created by the planet slave masters to identify the human threats with enough brain power to recognize and decipher the patterns of the holographic matrix, and the planetary slave system structure which would jeopardize the planned profits of the planet enslavers. It’s crucial to identify threats early in order to neutralize them, co-opt them and exploit them so that they do not turn against you or even replace you. Thus, the UFO abduction program and the alien smoke screen cover story. The wonders and evils of multi-generational social engineering in front of my eyes. It was like I was cast down with the sodomites and everyone wanted to hurt me, rob me and rape me. My first experience of recess had me thinking that all the kids around me were like mindless animals. I knew I was different from everyone around me. Recess was like Mad Max thunder dome for babies and I had to climb the jungle gym to get away from the fat bullies while evading all the other little monsters who would try to push you off and pull you down the play ground equipment. One time a gang of little girls would chase me around and grab my butt until I climbed on the pull up bars to get away.
One of the first things that happened to me when I was at recess was that a boy twice my size, came up to me, ripped my jacket off, wore it and walked away laughing, even though my jacket barely fit his fat body. I shed a tear of disappointment before I gave a battle cry, and dashed toward the bully, jumped on his back like a little monkey, started clawing, biting, growling, pulling, choking and beating him until he gave me my jacket back. From then on, I was always on guard. I did not want my mother to cut my finger nails so that I could scratch bullies in self defense. I learned how to flex my stomach and hold my breath to take a punch in the gut and challenged the kids to gut punch me, so that I could withstand any attacks on the play ground. I knew I was different when I saw how stupid all the other children were. Some adults told me I was talented and gifted but I didn’t fully understand it until I was let down in every situation when I needed someone to understand me. The best quote I heard to capture this feeling is “people think I’m crazy, but I’m not crazy, they’re all just simple”. To this day most normal people think I’m crazy or stupid and cannot see they’re just simpletons with low IQs and lack the talent, aptitude and creativity I have.
It’s always felt like I live in an “Idiocracy” and as an adult I can see how and why most everyone else around me is so dumb. Apparently all the people smarter than me were already separated from the normal populace and already co-opted into shadow government positions. Normal sheeple could never see that I was always testing the system and provoking the slave masters to show themselves so I could better understand this prison planet. Most people on this planet are so stupid, they don’t even know they’re all human money slaves on a computer controlled, anti-human influenced prison world, which is one of many. Most people are brainwashed into thinking money is the answer without ever really knowing why they work, where all the money goes, who invented it, who’s tracking and counting it and where they even came from or how they got to Earth. People cannot even see that the concept of money and it’s invention has an ultimate end goal and time limit with an overarching agenda within a carefully manicured system. I realized simple people who are just the majority of normal people think I’m crazy or get scared of me but now I can easily identify low IQs by the incorrect and foolish way others judge me.
Not all the kids were mean though. I had a Samoan friend Pengi would wander around the neighborhood with me. He was nice to me and refrained from beating me up. During Halloween in Kindergarten my dad bought me a Bart Simpson mask. It was a rubber mask that covered my whole head. I went to the school cafeteria with my friend Pengi, where we were supposed to wear our costumes and trick or treat with all the other children. I put my mask on in the middle of the cafeteria and all of the kids started surrounding me and hitting my mask crooked and pulling my clothes. I could not see out of the mask and I began to panic and feel claustrophobic. All I could feel were the children’s hands pulling and hitting me from all directions so I began to do my spinning double lariat move, swinging my arms out and spinning like Texas Tornado in WWF or Mike Hagger from Final Fight. My friend Pengi ushered me out safely like a body guard. I was traumatized and I told my father what happened when I got home. He responded by laughing and belittling my frightening experience by saying that “oh, that’s just how people treat celebrities. They just want to touch you because you’re famous…” When I heard him say that, I knew at that moment that I did not ever want to be a “famous celebrity”.
One day, we were walking in the housing complex and there were a bunch of kids being made to box by older men who were betting on them. They were yelling at the kids to get them to do it, and then they started yelling at me and Pengi to box each other. They were handing out gloves and everything. So we agreed and started boxing each other. At first I thought we were just playing, but long story short he knocked me out. I was upset because he was my friend and this is when I learned I needed to stand up for myself and learn how to fight. Pengi was bigger than me and stronger than me and he knew how to fight so I knew I had to practice so that would never happen to me again.
The youngest person in my family to have a police record at the age of 5.
When I was a kid, my parents weren’t around. Only my grandmother was raising me so I was unattended and would wander the neighborhood all by myself because I had no parental supervision and my grandmother wasn’t providing adequate adult supervision either. I didn’t have any limits, or anyone telling me not to go anywhere.
When I was five years old, I wandered off to the store with my friend, another little boy. I was really hungry and it was around Halloween time. When we went into the store I saw a huge gummy spider and I wanted it. I decided I wanted to shoplift the gummy spider and he also took some other gummy thing. We had planned to do it, but we knew to avoid the laser and magnets that would set off the alarm if we tried to steal it. Actually, a homeless man told my friend Gabriel and I that, and also showed us the ingredients of the candy and said it was fake food and all poison. So I decided to show my other friend what I’d learned. We were about to exit the store and I pushed my friend through the magnetic scanner to see if it’d go off. Once I saw it was safe and he got a few feet away from the door I figured it was safe for me to leave as well. But once I left, the security guard came and grabbed us.
The security guard explained to me that they wait until you leave the store for it to be proven a crime before they apprehend you. I asked how they caught me and they explained that they have cameras and actually took me in the back and showed me the cameras. They called my friend’s parents and they came right away for him and took him, and I was never allowed to see him again. The security tried to call for me as well, but no one answered so they called the cops. This whole time, the security guards had me in handcuffs, at 5 years old.
Then the police came, took me to the Kalihi police station, and put me in a jail cell to wait for my grandma to come pick me up. All for a gummy spider. And I got a permanent criminal record for this while my friend didn’t.
That cheap little piece of processed sugar poison and cancer chemicals known as “candy” made me the youngest person in my family to have a criminal record. Combine this with the fact that my parents were already watched by the government as my dad was in the military and my mom had a multi-state criminal record. Combining my genetics and medical records, my high IQ as determined by standardized school testing, on top of my criminal record, is what helped to “legally” and illegally, solidify me as a tagged, and special target of the government. Combinations of government records and personal events, qualified me for an on-going, multi-generational, multi-branched, array of secret programs in the government and shadow government. These events and records are just some ways the government identifies people and filters them into programs where their particular skills would be best utilized. To get a better idea think of Hollywood franchises such as The “Suicide Squad” or “The Grey Man” on Netflix and understand that scouting, recruiting and using criminals from jails and prisons for a number of reasons is an actual wide spread thing. There is a movie called “Band of the Hand” from 1986 which shows a native commando teach a team of juvenile delinquents urbanized guerilla warfare as a part of a CIA operation to be controlled opposition against out of line street drug dealers in Miami during the Contras. My mother helped fund the Contras because she was a coke dealer in Hawaii during the 1980s with millionaire and celebrity clients. I highly recommend watching that movie. Drug money funds your wars and space programs FYI but they don’t make marvel movies about that or show that in the 1987 movie “Predator” do they?
Government records in many countries such as medical records, birth certificates, school tests, financial records, military records and criminal records were used and are used to identify candidates for a variety of illegal tests, secret projects and secret operations. For example, registered vets and homeless people are often used for unethical mental and physical experiments, test subjects, suicide missions and death missions because all humans are live stock and every body can be used.
For another example, when the Fukushima reactor melted down in Japan, the Japanese government sent in homeless people and the mafia even sent in their debt slaves on suicide missions to shut down the reactor. All governments do this. If you think this has stopped, your cell phone and the internet has only made it worse. Your own government are the ones tagging you, bagging you, abducting you by night, injecting you, stealing your genetics, cloning you, monitoring you, breeding you, selling you, enslaving you, manipulating you and mind controlling you in UFOs and UAPs!
I did not officially have a Hawaiian name on my birth certificate because my Hawaiian grandmother said that I would be persecuted against if I had a Chinese name and Hawaiian name on my birth certificate like everyone else in my family did. I was sad about this so my grandma gave me a name and she said that my Hawaiian name can be Po’okela. My grandmother said I was Po’okela because I was the best of everyone in my family. Maybe she knew deep down inside that I would be the one taking care of her until she died. It was no secret that I was her favorite grandchild. She had always wanted a “white looking” grandchild and one that was handsome, smart and talented which she thought I was. She told me I was the most talented in all of the family and that I had no limits. My other local family members however treated me like Cinderella. I wore rags and was forced to clean the rabbit shit in the rabbit cage that my cousin’s boyfriend gave to her as a pet.
Growing up, I never had proper nutrition. I never had three meals a day as a child in Hawaii and I never had enough food to eat. No one ever really protected me in the neighborhood, even my dad and grandma were afraid of the Samoan neighbors. My family and friends never really protected me in the neighborhood and I felt like we were all feral cavemen on the Flintstones, always bonking each other over the head to settle differences. I really was on my own and related to the 1984 Heathcliff cartoon character since I was always getting in to fights like an alley cat, being bullied just walking down the sidewalk to the corner store. I was resorted to taking $20 bills from my grandma’s purse while she was sleeping, to then walk myself to McDonalds on Liliha to order myself food. I would spend the rest of the money playing video games at the arcade and buying food and fireworks for all my friends or who ever was with me at the moment. In my case, all my records deemed me, talented, gifted and superior according to my government testing. However, I was not treated that way by my peers or teachers.
My elementary school teachers all said cruel things to me. For example, one teacher pointed out that I was crying and told the class to all look and laugh at “poor tough Ian crying in the corner…” My first grade teacher pulled me aside alone one time, knelt down, looked me in my eyes and told me, that I was “supposed to graduate in the year 2000…”. My teacher then went on to say that, I will never graduate and I will drop out of school and work at Mc Donald’s when I grow up. She told me “I bet you have a very messy bedroom!” I said “no I don’t” and she promptly called me a “liar” but in my head I was confused because in a two bedroom apartment with 10 other people, I didn’t even have my own bedroom. That teacher was a local Japanese lady which most teachers in Honolulu were and would always pull me outside or away from the class to scold me. She would get so frustrated with me that one time she looked like she wanted to hurt me but instead kissed me all over my face, then took me in the bathroom to wipe all her lip stick off my face while she was crying. In my class photo, I am the only child crying because she was yelling at me right before the photo was taken. I ended up going to 10 different schools in two states but that is another story. When I finally did graduate High School, I didn’t celebrate, take a photo or walk the stage/aisle. I never went to a school dance and I never went to the prom. No one gave me a lei or congratulated me. I stayed home and received my diploma in the mail. Only my cousin gave me a single white rose when she came to visit. Everyone was wrong about me and no one was even smart enough to teach me. The Schools and teachers always thought I was a problem child because my grandma would always lie and say everything is ok at home because she didn’t want CPS to take me away. No one at school knew how badly I was abused and neglected to even care about school.
Every brick has a place in the wall, every cog turns the wheel. The citizens are property of the government and all citizens are used. Even the criminals, homeless and drug addicts serve a monetary purpose for the evil, global money machine. I believe many of these events were programmed missions, tests and observations to see what I would do. I believe I was set up by the same handlers as an extension of my parents’ programs and it was important for me to have a criminal record as soon as possible to set me up under the 13th amendment, which allows secret slavery of anyone convicted of a crime. More about this and other childhood stories will be revealed in my book and later posts. There were handlers every where. Every criminal record I have was a set up by evil people to trap me and control me by taking away my rights before I was even old enough to know them.
I loved ninjas and the ninja turtles, and that is what inspired me to go down into sewers. So every day after school and on the weekends I would explore the neighborhoods in Kalihi. I would go to all the parks and canals and I would explore them, one of them being Kapalama canal. I would go catch toads and I would go have adventures and explore it, even going down into the sewer. Before I got to California, I already had a habit and experience of exploring a city by myself.
The first time I did graffiti was in the San Lorenzo canal.
The first time I did spray can graffiti I was about 9 or 10 years old and I had just moved to the Bay Area of California for the first time from Hawaii. I used to explore the canals in Hawaii, so the first canal I saw in California I wanted to explore it. There was one next to my apartment, under the freeway. I went exploring, jumped over the fence and went under the freeway. I looked in the ditch and saw a gang of teenage Latinos. They found a clear spot on the wall and painted a graffiti piece. I remember that the art they were drawing was a pumpkin, and they were lifting each other to get high enough to paint it because it was so big. I just peeked down from under the bridge and I spied on them. I was amazed. They were really fast, made this giant art piece, and then left, in broad daylight. Watching them, I got inspired to do the same thing. I went to the local drug store where they sold spray paint. I didn’t have any money with me but I wanted to spray paint, so I stole a can to go paint in the ditch. I took the can down with me, climbed down in the ditch, found an empty space on the wall and drew Bongo the One-Eared Rabbit from Matt Groening’s School is Hell. It was what I was reading at that time. It was the biggest thing I ever drew and I was so proud of myself. From that point on, I continued to explore the ditches in California whenever I could.
All my friends in California did martial arts and took karate classes or were in Little League. I didn’t grow up with any sports in Hawaii besides running away from bullies, because I was neglected, but I wanted to fit in, especially because I spoke pidgin English. Everyone said I had a weird accent and treated me like I couldn’t speak English. I was put in speech class with the ELA kids who had English as a second language and tested to see if I had hearing problems or if I was mentally retarded all for speaking pidgin. I did my best to learn and copy an “American” accent to fit in and I believe people now call it “code switching”. Everyone treated me as an outsider and I was really embarrassed. So, to fit in, when people would say they played little league and did martial arts, I would say I did too. I feel embarrassed about that now, but it was before I matured as a kid and decided I wouldn’t lie. At first, I tried to impress my friends with lies. This got me into trouble when my friend invited me over to his house to karate fight and his older brother spin-kicked me in the mouth. I started crying because I thought these were my friends, but they just laughed like I was a big baby. I didn’t have the karate classes they had, but I had something they didn’t, which was growing up in Hawaii being bullied. All the big kids on the playground and in the neighborhood would try to fight me. I got into a lot of playground fights and boxing matches with the Samoan boys. Also, we grew up watching wrestling, so all the neighborhood kids would wrestle each other and try to copy WWE. I would also wrestle all my stuffed animals and pillows. While my friends took karate classes, I had a lot of real world experience, which is why I felt like I could back up what I was saying. What would happen was that my friends would go to class and progress in their belt status, and then come home from class and fight me like I was in class with them. And what I learned was that I could physically keep up with them, and do things they couldn’t do sometimes.
I had friends that did Tae Kwon Do, Karate, boxing, and Capoeira, as a kid. Later on as a teenager I practiced Judo. My dad bought me a speed bag which we put in the garage and he would use it to teach me how to box. I’ve always been calm and in control in a fight. The more intense, the calmer I get. I have never hurt anyone using my full force. I know I am strong and have the ability to severely hurt others. However, I have never hurt innocent civilians, friends, family and people in public. The fact that no one in the public can step forward and say that I have severely beaten them, bruised them, bloodied them, broken their bones… doesn’t mean that I couldn’t, it was always because I chose not to. Proof of my self control. Despite what the crooked law would have anyone think of me. I am fair. I am extremely merciful, and forgiving. I am in control of my physicality, and I have always been that way.
Looking back on this as an adult, I’m glad this happened because it made me a better fighter. Good fighters need to know what it feels like to get punched and kicked in the face, and this happened to me from an early age, which made me unafraid to get hit, and also taught me what it feels like when I do it to other people. Many people try martial arts but are afraid to get hit. Sometimes you need to be willing to take a hit to win the match. And if you want to punch and kick people you should also know what it feels like. Once this happened to me, I was no longer as scared when physically confronted by people, and I grew up with a goal to never be victimized.
One other thing that I did in Hawaii and California that other kids didn’t do was that I would climb all over the rooftops of the school. The other kids wouldn’t do that and when they’d see me, they would just be scared. I saw them and knew they were scared and I was proud of being able to do that and not be scared.
Another thing I would do and was fascinated with was climbing in the ventilations and ceiling tiles of the school. I felt a lot like John McLane in the 1988 movie “Die Hard” when he’s crawling through the air ducts of the building. I would go in the bathroom, remove the ceiling tile, lock the door, and then climb around in the ventilation and go spy on people. They could never figure out where I was and I was never scared of getting in trouble because I’d already experienced being arrested at 5 years old. I also knew they would not be able to fit and climb like me in order to be able to chase me or catch me.
When I first had shop class in California, the first thing I tried to do was make a wooden knife and sword. When my friends saw it, they all wanted one of course and would ask me to make swords for them. Eventually my shop teacher realized, and she told me that I couldn’t do that and she had to confiscate my weapons. However, I would continue to make swords and just be sneaky. I would conceal the swords in my pants and only work on it when the shop teacher wasn’t looking. But eventually she did catch me and took away two of my swords. There was one incident when my shop teacher caught me, and my classmates told her I was hiding the sword in my pants. My shop teacher started staring at my crotch and creepily made a joke that she should make me strip. She was smiling while looking at my pants. I didn’t want her to grab my sword and take it away. I ran outside and threw my sword on the roof so I could get it later. She chased me outside and all the other classes were staring out the window at us. All this made me super uncomfortable and I called her a crazy bitch. Of course everyone in my class only heard this part and not what she had said to instigate it. The other kids would point at me and come up to me in the hall and say “he’s the boy that called his teacher a bitch…”.
The swords I did get to take home, I practiced with them. I would also practice throwing ninja stars at the fence for hours. I was training in martial arts, and in martial arts it’s common to practice with a wooden sword called a bokken. They sold them in Chinatown but I couldn’t afford it so I just made my own. If anyone thinks I shouldn’t be able to do that, they’re wrong, because that’s exactly what you do when you’re training in martial arts so you don’t hurt yourself. I was proud of playing with it in the front yard of my street. My uncle and cousins always had nunchakus that I would use and I also bought my own nunchakus and learned to use them a bit.
One day, an adult middle aged white man neighbor who lived across the street came over and decided to bully me and take my sword away from me and tell me that I couldn’t have it. He took it away and put it in his backyard which was his big mistake because I just went in his backyard and took it back when he wasn’t looking. His big mistake was assuming I was afraid to go take back my property. When I got to California, I was already used to jumping in backyards from previous experiences having my bike stolen. I checked every yard on the street until I found my bike and stole it back. The same thing happened with my friend’s bike, and we did the exact same thing, we went in people’s backyards until we found his bike and stole it back.
In California, I would wrestle and spar with all my friends even though we came from two different backgrounds, I felt like I could hold my own. In middle school, I had a friend whose name was “Mario Goodfellow” (a fake name to protect the real person) who claimed he knew martial arts. So I said, “Let’s practice!” Every recess, we would go and spar with each other, and eventually we ended up starting to choreograph fights, even a whole fight scene. I could always run fast and in every grade, only a few kids were faster than me and I always remembered who. I could out sprint some of the guys on the track team and I even could beat the chess champion but I never tried out or did sports or tournaments in school. I was more interested in martial arts and never the Greco-Roman wrestling that the schools did. On the playground no one could catch me and was rare when anyone could keep up with me. The kids who could keep up with me always stuck out in my memory.
I felt that this kid could keep up with me physically and we bonded and he became my friend. He also lived across the street with his grandma. At the same time, I also had a friend, “Luigi Lou” (a fake name to protect the real person), who did Tae kwon do and he was a black belt. I would also go over to his house and we would practice together, and his brother is the one who kicked me in the mouth and later on went to Iraq. I would practice with these guys and I was also going through a phase where I was really obsessed with Bruce Lee. I felt like he was an empowerment to my Chinese heritage. I read everything he said and studied him. My dad even asked me who my hero was and I said Bruce Lee and my dad approved. Bruce Lee was the only role model my dad ever approved of me having. I was shocked when my dad said, “That’s a good role model.”
Shadow Wulf Emerges
One year, when Mortal Kombat was really popular, my friend Luigi and I wanted to dress up as Scorpion and Reptile respectively. Mortal Kombat spelled with a K because Mortal Kombat was an electronic extension of the CIA’s MK ultra programs. Lot’s of sex, death, satanism and occultism in Mortal Kombat. The Mortal Kombat series has many mind control triggers and subliminal programming in it’s games and does an excellent job of desensitizing kids to ultra violence against other human beings. There is a lot of disclosure in Mortal Kombat and it is full of hidden truths and messages because it is made by insiders and not simply imaginative and original artists. We made our own costumes and that was the first ninja costume I ever made for myself. Luigi’s mom helped him sew his but no one helped me with mine. I sewed my own outfit and used fabric glue. My costume was black and green after the character Reptile. Another important inspiration from this game was when the characters could turn into an animal to kill their opponent, called an animality. I was born in the year of the dog so whenever I needed to feel brave, I would conjure an image of a wolf to help me feel brave to jump off the wall or whatever I was doing. I talked about this in my blog about animal familiars. I found out that the Native Americans also had a unit called the shadow wolves where they hunt and track people. This would later be inspiration for my ninja identity.
I also wanted a name that I knew no one had so I made sure to spell wolf with a ‘u’ instead of an ‘o’ because I knew that even if someone took the name shadow wolf, that they would not spell it like me. I know that the wolf symbol is also used for the tribe of Benjamin so it is an ancient symbol with power. Genesis 49:27 “Benjamin shall be ravenous as a wolf: in the morning he shall devour the prey, and at night he shall divide the spoil.” Many Scandinavian people comprised the Vikings and used the wolf symbol. I’m not saying I’m descended from Vikings but I am part Finnish from my father’s side.
This was all in middle school. Since Mario lived closer than Luigi I would go to his house after school and we would continue in the neighborhood doing our martial arts exercises. What we were doing at the time is what people now call parkour but we called fence hopping: we would do physical challenges like climbing up things, jumping off them, etc. Basically like the show American Ninja Warriors, but we did this as kids using a city landscape, and that show didn’t exist yet. We would practice martial arts and then climb all over the neighborhood like Spider-Man way before the first Tobey Maguire Spider Man movie in 2002.
We would do this especially trying to get home the most direct way, regardless of what we had to climb over. I did it naturally forming a habit of evading bullies walking home after school in Hawaii. We would also play follow games where we’re following each other over walls and such. Doing this at this time before parkour or other extreme sports were invented, we were running around the neighborhood doing this for exercise. We basically felt like ninjas. This led to us playing ninja until the sun went down.
Then, when the sun was down, we would continue. First we came up with identities for our night time activities. I decided to be “Shadow Wulf” and had my costume match. I tried to make it like a wolf and my costume was black and white. White was not the easiest to camouflage with, but I wanted my costume to match my name. Also, I wanted people to see me a little and think of me like Batman or Spider-Man and recognize me as a crime fighting hero.
I didn’t want to look like a thief. I envisioned Mario and I as teenaged vigilantes far before the Holly wood movie Kick Ass shows teenaged vigilantes. Mario called himself “Black Panther” at first like the comic book character, but later changed it to “Black Scorpion” after Mortal Kombat, and wore all black. He did end up looking like a thief.
First, we would make a course to a destination on the other side of town, going over rooftops and moving in the shadows, to get there in the most direct way without anyone seeing us. We would travel together, and often these missions would take an hour one way, and an hour back. We would move from the suburbs through the city. I was fascinated with jumping on the rail line and the railroad tracks, and the BART train track. My favorite part of the whole thing was standing on the BART rail at night staring out at the city in the most stoic comic book pose I could. Those nights were epic and the natural rush was the perfect high for my teenage wildness. The feeling of freedom was better than any drug in the world and I’m sure no one can understand that feeling except for maybe the NYC subway graffiti kids of the 70s and 80s.
We’d end up being out for hours in the night, and I would be tired in school and sleep through the first period. My teachers were always frustrated because I was smart but I wouldn’t try and was not interested in school. I was more interested in running missions and going on adventures. We would call these missions “crime fighting missions” because I thought inevitably we would run into some crime like gangs, and I honestly imagined that when this happened we would stop the crime and so we brought along our weapons. We were also 13 year old kids and had to protect ourselves.
During these missions, our priority was to not be seen and to get to the destination in the most direct manner. I would say at least 80% of our missions were successful in not being seen, but 20% were unsuccessful and we were seen or caught by the police. Many people including the police thought we were burglars. Like Spiderman and Batman, I knew we would be feared by the news and police. That is why I wanted to always show the police we were good. I never wanted them or anyone to shoot at us.
But through this experience, I learned how to get away from the cops. I learned that when a cop was chasing us, I could easily avoid them by jumping through people’s backyards, over fences and through to other streets. The cops would take longer to circle the block than it would take me to jump the fences and they would never know which street I went down. They would end up circling the block until they gave up. When they would catch us, all they would do was take us home and confiscate our weapons, which I was really upset about because I bought my ninja stars in Chinatown.
I also learned that cops never check the roof because they never look up and most of them can’t climb either. I learned that if you use the railroad, monorail, and canals, you can cut through the city quickly and easily without being seen so we could avoid the street lights. If I had been doing graffiti or robbing houses at that time, we would have been really good at it. But despite what everyone thought, we were not doing that. Later as a teen in Hawaii, I used this skills to do graffiti in my neighborhood.
However, our adventures only lasted a few months and really put a strain on our family situations. Mario’s grandma thought we were burglarizing houses and my own family thought I was getting into trouble and threatened me with not being able to go back to visit Hawaii.
My dad tried really hard to prevent me from sneaking out of the house. My dad locked me in my room from the outside and also put a laser alarm in the hallway to prevent me from sneaking out. The same type of laser alarm the homeless man in Hawaii taught me to evade. My friend and I had a secret noise we would make to signal when we were outside each other’s windows.
If I was locked in, I would instruct him to break me out that night. I managed to get past all of that and get out of the house. I also knew how to take the screen out and get in and out of the window which I also have used many times when I locked myself out of the house.
Later in life as a furniture renter and mover in Hawaii, we had to break in to an apartment and repo the furniture when a customer didn’t pay for it. I am telling all you people that If I could easily get into homes, so can your government disguised as aliens. More details on that topic later. All is relevant.
One time when we were caught by the cops, they were chasing after us down the railroad tracks. The cop yelled at us that he was going to shoot us and I believed him so I told Mario to stop. Mario wanted to keep going but I thought the cop might shoot us and it wasn’t worth it. At this time, I had just witnessed the LA riots. I had to witness the LA riots in California as a child to understand what they were planning to pull full scale across the entire western civilization.
I also experienced the cops breaking my mom’s nose in Hawaii and knew that the cops were some of the biggest mafias in America. My friend Mario was black and was a minority, and since I knew cops did perpetrate violence especially against people of color I urged him to stop running from them. I always wanted to get caught at that point because, to me it was all training anyway and who wants to die training? In my mind, it was always just a game and me testing and analyzing the limits of the system from every angle I could. The first hand intelligence was insightful, practical and priceless.
When we were caught, I gave up easily because I had nothing to lose. We didn’t have any stolen items, and we didn’t commit any crimes. It was all a game to me anyway. But this situation ended with the police bringing us home. My family was getting more and more frustrated with this and finally told my aunty. At this point my aunty incorrectly believed I was prostituting myself and called me and threatened me that I better not do that in Hawaii.
This made my dad and his girlfriend also think horrible things about me. I didn’t want to lose the privilege of going back to Hawaii because that’s where I really wanted to be. I hated California and the thought of not being able to go back to Hawaii really pushed me to stop sneaking out at night.
Linda, my dad’s girlfriend, hired a private security guard to do a night watch and sit in the living room to prevent me from leaving. It was a big black guy named La Shae and to prevent me from leaving he would sit in my room and play video games with me. I thought it was the biggest waste of time and money because Linda’s own daughter was sneaking out, stealing things and doing drugs with drug dealers and I wasn’t doing any of that. Linda was connected to World War 2 through her Father and Uncle and worked for a millionaire who had his own mail business. She was my dad’s handler in California but more on those topics later.
In fact Linda’s daughter would invite drug addict criminals to break into our house and they would steal my things such as my air brush, electric guitar and amplifier. Without getting side tracked, these things in combination with a few more final events led to the conclusion of these sneaking out, ninja practice missions. Mission accomplished. Mission complete. Training experience obtained. All training objectives reached. On to the next training. On to the next mission.
Christmas Gift Shoplifting in San Francisco for Christmas.
Things ended when Mario and I were caught shoplifting in San Francisco. We decided to jump the BART and go to San Francisco to see how much we could steal. “Jumping the BART” or “hopping the BART” means we didn’t pay. We both had no money, so instead of going to school, we cut school and jumped over the pay gate to catch the BART train to San Francisco during Christmas season. We were planning to use the things we stole as Christmas presents. We went from one store to another, successfully stealing items to give to our families. We were having so much success that we got cocky and went into a very expensive toy store.
In the toy store, they had an early version of virtual reality to play games. Very similar to what the Oculus Rift and other Oculus virtual reality headsets are today. However, it was the most expensive thing in the store at nearly $1,000 so it was heavily guarded and watched with cameras and extra security. I really wanted it and for some reason thought I could get away with stealing it. Previously, we had just successfully stolen a bunch of jewelry from multiple jewelry stores and felt like I could steal anything at this point. I put the gaming system in my shopping bag and headed for the door and again, the security waited until we were outside to get us, just like my first shoplifting experience. Once again, they cuffed us while they called the police. Ironic that the thing that got me caught was not jewelry but a stupid piece of technology that will be forced on everyone for free one day as a tool of mind control and digital enslavement. Just like my mother before me, I finally had a childhood arrest record in two states. Just like Hawaii, my freedom was taken away by the 13th amendment in California. I was a legal slave in two states and I hadn’t even graduated middle school yet.
When the cops showed up, they didn’t come with a normal cop car but with an armored truck with no windows. Mario and I thought this was hilarious and we were laughing out loud because we were wondering why they were going through that much trouble to arrest 13 year olds who hadn’t committed a violent crime. They acted like we robbed the place with guns. We weren’t sad about it, we thought it was funny how stupid they were. Now, in 2024 San Francisco, it’s like any body can get away with shop lifting and won’t even be stopped or punished unless it’s over $2,000. If we had done what we’d done today, we would have never been punished, especially if we were illegal migrant immigrants. We were yelling things at the people on the side walk through the little air holes and were singing songs until the police told us to “shut up”. When we got to the police station, Mario did the stereotypical move of grabbing a paperclip and using it to unlock our handcuffs. I could step through the handcuffs and bring my handcuffs to the front of my body. Because we were all the way in San Francisco and they couldn’t contact our guardians, they ended up taking us straight to juvenile hall and we waited for our guardians to pick us up from there. I was scared my dad was going to hit me as he usually did. He beat me so bad one time I actually threw up and had to stay home from school because I couldn’t hide my bruises. My friend threatened to call CPS and I begged him not to. The girls at school teased me and told everyone I had hickies all over me. I will go more into that at another time.
After that, I wasn’t allowed to see Mario anymore. Soon after, his grandmother died, and he was put into the foster care system and moved to another town. I never saw him again after that and to this day I’ve lost track of him. He is just one of my childhood friends who I have never been able to locate using the internet. I hope he’s doing ok. He was a good thief. We weren’t stealing for drugs or money, we just did it as a game, like urban, black operation training. Of course after this happened, I stopped stealing things. I had to go to a court ordered thing and I was threatened with juvenile hall. I think Mario got more of a thrill out of stealing than me, and he would do things I wouldn’t do. For example, he went to a game store and scoped out the employee with the keys to the store. After he figured out who it was, he stole the keys from the employee and used them to unlock the case and steal a PlayStation and a bunch of games. No one suspected he had the keys and could do something like that. Even though I wanted a PlayStation, I wasn’t willing to go that far.
At the end of this final shoplifting situation, I ended up giving the goods I stole as Christmas gifts to my aunty and cousins when I came to Hawaii for Christmas. Of course, they knew their gifts were stolen because there was no way I could afford that jewelry and my dad had called them to tell them that happened to me, but my hypocritical aunty had no problem accepting my stolen goods for Christmas. Even though she was against me sneaking out, she had no problem when I brought them gold, silver, and jewels, and I didn’t keep any of it for myself.
(I still have my actual childhood diary recording more details of that time and I may upload those diary entries at a later time.)
LESSONS LEARNED & QUICK REVIEW!
The reason why I’m telling this 100% true story is because I want to prove who I am through the situations I’ve had in my bizarre life.
You can only be blackmailed if you have something to hide and these stories are full disclosure of my life. I’ve talked about others as a build up. To give full disclosure, I must be fair and honest and disclose myself and so that people understand how I know what I know. The difference between me and everyone else is that, I do not get paid to lie. No one pays me to lie and not many people can say that. I do not get paid to lie. I am not lying to make money.
I believe this was all part of the program, and part of my training in association with “secret space programs”. I believe this wasn’t solely my idea, but was a branch of social engineering and time line management. An advanced and evolved part of and an extension of things like the “Manchurian candidate”, “MK ultra”, monarch programming, mind control programs and urban training done by the “government” and “shadow government”. I believe stories like these in my life are a piece of the puzzle explaining why I have memories later in life of doing the things I’m trying to disclose, like other military training programs that I will talk about later. The idea of being a ninja was embedded in me from a young child and the roots of my experiences started when I was as young as 5. These ninja missions as a kid were just the beginning of my training and are connected to my abduction experiences in California, the first UFOs I saw, and the experiences I am disclosing.
I want to make the distinction that I am not this anymore. I don’t use that code name and don’t do anything ninja related these days. I don’t want to be and am not doing that. I’m proving that I didn’t have a normal childhood, and this was just the first phase of what would lead into the secret space program of land, air, sea, and urban training. If I was in any type of secret space program or government program it would have to do with these things because this is what I did as a kid and is connected with other memories I’ll talk about later. This is my introduction into my secret life.
All the people that were mean to me, and all my living relatives who could of helped me for the sake of being blood related but chose not to help me, are now vaccinated with poison. In a mean twist of fate, all the people who were cold to me are now cursed and poisoned with the deadly Covid-19 vaccine. Most all made their decisions out of fear and compliance when it came to that Covid-19 vaccine, proving that the world was controlled by an evil cabal. Even though those people didn’t care if I was in jail or if I lived or died, I still feel sorry for them being vaccinated with the COVID-19 vaccine. I had many good friends die from that COVID-19 vaccine and everyone infected with it will probably not be alive in the next 10 years, let alone 40. My hope remains. I see the COVID-19 vaccine as a cruel way for everyone to be tricked into punching their own death ticket. Many made their decisions out of fear and compliance from authorities who lied to them and told them it was safe. Their reward for compliance, like all death camp inmates was a prolonged and painful punishment before death due to multiple health side effects. I’ll never forget that in World War 2, most prisoners went quietly without a fight, got on the trains, stood in line and marched into a gas chamber or oven like helpless lemmings. The elites truly treat people as live stock and it’s not hard to see why.
JUST 5 WAYS MY LIFE IS VASTLY DIFFERENT THAN YOURS. JUST 5 WAYS MY CHILDHOOD WAS NOT LIKE YOURS AND YOU DID NOT GROW UP LIKE ME.
- I grew up poor and starving, going to sleep without dinner for most of the first 9 years of my life eating only school lunches. For most of the year, the school lunch was all I had to eat.
- I never got presents or holidays for most of the first 9 years of my life. My first Nintendo I got when I was 5 was pawned by my mother. At that same age of 5, I was arrested, hand cuffed and thrown in an adult jail cell.
- I always outgrew my clothes and never had new clothes, only slippers and shorts. After I outgrew my toddler shoes at the age of 4, I got my first new pair of shoes when I was 9 years old and my first new jacket that wasn’t a hand me down after I moved to California. The neighborhood kids chased me down the street, stole the slippers off my feet and threw me in the dumpster. When I wasn’t being racially attacked by the neighborhood, I was being beat with slippers, news papers and fly swatters at home by my grandmother, who would tie me up and lock me in a closet when she didn’t want to deal with me.
- I didn’t have my own room or my own bed until I was 9 years old. My parents would never let me sleep with them in the bed and made me sleep on the floor on a bean bag. My parents separated when I was 5. My father ran away to California with two strippers and my mother went to jail.
- My grandmother was a hoarder and the housing unit was filled with piles of bags and boxes. My uncle had cerebral palsy and could not walk talk or feed himself. We were never allowed to have friends or company over. He shit on himself everyday in the living room and I had to push his chair when ever we went out. Kids would laugh point and stare at us in public and even though my uncle was in a wheelchair, he would try to attack and molest me when we were left alone.
( That is just the tip of the ice berg but I’m sure all the racists look at me and think I grew up “white and privileged”. )
-THINGS I LEARNED FROM THESE EXPERIANCES-
By the age of 13, these are some of the things I had learned from these childhood ninja related experiences culminating in 1996.
Childhood trained me how to starve and I learned honesty. I learned to detach from my parents and authority figures allowing me to learn vulnerability and what having no structure or support was like. I learned service to others, stoicism and humbleness. I learned how to move for miles through the night, undetected in a suburban and city environment. I learned how to conceal myself in darkness, pack bags and plot a course on a map and work with a teammate doing so.
I learned how to hop fences and use rail ways and canals for short cuts. I learned how to climb pipes, roofs, run and jump. I learned how to avoid cameras, head lights, motion lights and street lights. I leaned how to be quiet, control my fear and control my adrenaline. I learned how to throw ninja stars and that it has almost no practicality, except for in an extreme emergency or as a distraction. I learned how to evade pursuers, guard dogs and make wooden swords.
I learned about the crookedness of the law and the differences between misdemeanors and felonies. I learned that the lockdown system on this colony frowns upon any independent thought and wants money to be the driver and binder of all interactions and actions in the system. I learned that there are people above and beyond that system. I learned that to catch criminals, it is highly strategic to allow yourself to create the illusion of being dirty. It is a tactical advantage to have dirt on you. It’s true that you need to be a little dirty for anyone dirty to relax and let you in and for your enemies to feel a false sense of safety because they think they have control over you because they think they have dirt on you… I also learned that evil people will expose themselves and their agendas by how and when they try to use the “dirt” you gave them against you.
I learned that I am different than everyone around me and everywhere I go, no one will understand me. It takes a thief to catch a thief and a wolf to catch a wolf and this is why I have been so good at catching people. I learned the bravery and honor of walking a higher path and never needing to take from others or have fear in honesty. I am proud to not be scared enough to feel like I have to lie about anything and I am glad all I need comes to me naturally without force. I am glad that I can live an honest life where I don’t need or feel that I have to lie. I am appreciative that my life is peaceful enough that I have no drama or negativity in it now. I hold myself to a high moral standard and will always strive to be a better loving person each and everyday.
I used AI art in this post to prove that AI could not accurately capture my childhood experience. When people think they’re “cyber ninjas” I just roll my eyes. Aren’t you all lucky that I don’t hide behind a mask? I’m smarter than that. This world has psychics and mind readers. This world has mind reading and lie detecting technology. This world has superior watchers and viewers above and below. Lying is only fooling yourselves. Control your thoughts, speak from the heart and live a righteous life and you’ll never need to lie. More of that advice later and you can see my other blogs for more wisdom.
My Shadow Wulf training in California ended in 1996 but ironically, 10 years later in 2006, I was asked to once again dress as a ninja for a local television show in Hawaii.
Obviously, anyone who wanted to really continue being a ninja would never tell anyone that they were a ninja. I am not a ninja. I will not be doing any ninja things in the future. I am in my 40s at the time of this writing and seek a simple life. I am not wearing a mask. I am not hiding my face. I don’t need to. I am a man of peace, so please do not disturb it.
I do not condone physical violence. Only self defense. Practicing martial arts is good for health. Good health is important for moving well, speed and accuracy. I have never been first to attack.
More to come!
Aloha & Mahalo,
IK aka Jin Laihook
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