My
Experiences as a Involuntary Subject of Directed Energy Weapons
or
The Terrorists
Upstairs
EMF Account 6
09-01-2003
Introduction
Early
Days mid-1999 to Oct. 2001
Pre-assaultive
Phase, Nov. 2001-April 14, 2002
Sleepless in Seattle
Employment Ructions
Who Fixed My Car?
A Sometimes Girlfriend
(Ms. C)
Who Has Been In My
Apartment?
Who Has Been in My PC?
The
Assaultive Phase, April 15, 2002 - June 19, 2002
The No Outcome Standoff
Back to Work
Cooked at Work
Human Resources is Here
to Help You
You Are Safe in the Loony
Bin
Stealth
Phase; June 19 to Oct. 2002
Magnetic
Machinations Update (12-2002)
New
apartment, Oct. 2002
More
Driving Headpain: Nov., Dec. 2002
Betrayed
by Family Quislings (12-2002)
Merry
Christmas 2002
Laser
Lashings (07-2003)
Curent
State Wrap Up (09-2003)
Summary:
Musings on the Experimental Objective (07-2003)
Summary:
Musings on a Conspiracy (07-2003)
Summary:
Technical Observations/Harassment Techniques (07-2003)
Remote
Brain Monitoring and Dithering
PC
hacking
Object
Assymetry
Moving
objects
Remote
Object Manipulation
Electronic
Object Intrusion
Sudden
Guest Appearences
No
Privacy for Four+ years
Object
Quantization and Directed Irradiation
Surveillance
is Complete
Pollution
of all Friends and Family
Cluster
Fuckers
Summary:
Health (07-2003)
Summary:
Conclusion (09-2003)
Introduction
This
is a detailed account of what I experienced, and for those who are
versed in this kind of covert harassment activity may want to go
directly to the "Summary:" sections. This is the third
re-write in 10 months, and my apologies if the document contains some
repetition between early and later sections. I have consolidated and
summarized the considerable writings of my journals, partly as an
exercise for me to work through my own material, and as it now turns
out, as a backup because some 11 journals have recently gone missing
(06-2003). And I have the fond, but doubtless vain hope, that by
exposing this criminality and its methods (to the limited extent that
I know), that the harassors will pack up and go.
The
intended audience is anyone who has an interest in covert injury and
or harassment applied to involuntary test subjects. Many of the
events are supported by a train of detailed evidence which would be
too onerous to detail here. However, I will freely communicate with
those that I trust should a need arise for elaboration. Another
audience is those who can offer assistance in the form of helping me
get this monkey off my back. It is truly a personal hell on several
levels: 1) my immediate family is knowledgeable of the source and
nature of this harassment 2) physicians and other care-givers have
not even enquired into the validity of my account, when in fact the
tenets of this kind of experience have all been documented decades
ago. The sum total of all the "followers" and other
harassors must total in the thousands now, and I have no idea of what
game I have been placed into, though there seems to be a definite
objective.
There
have been many unhelpful listeners in my support circle who are
running interference by pretending to forget the detail that supports
my interpretations of the events I describe below. My interpretations
are open to re-interpretation by the reader as long as all the facts
remain in alignment which the unhelpful, now so-called support
circle, do not subscribe to. I don't consider negating or plain
refuting events as constructive, and would consider such as spurious
meddling. Unfortunately this has been the habit of the clinical
community, who have uniformly gone for the blinkers-on diagnosis, and
in doing so, severely compromised my treatment for Attention Deficit
Disorder and thwarted any forward progress in attaining its
amelioration.
Beyond
my own health concerns and exasperation of this directed harassment,
I have absolutely no interest in Directed Energy Weapons (DEWs). I
only ended up being involved in this because I have been assaulted
and harassed by them, or something of its kind. It is no coincidence
that the accounts of others have a high degree of correlation with my
own (see www.raven1.net). Nor do I have any (current) interest in
following the chain of this criminality to the greater picture of the
New World Order and/or the Illuminati. I just want these clinical
terrorists out of my life for good.
Why
did they pick me? Some thoughts; I live alone, I am a Canadian
resident with a temporary US working TN visa, and I have ADD which
serves as a psychiatric "cover" on which to assign the
symptoms of harassment. That's a good start, and it served the
harassors all the more when my clinical care ordered an MRI scan and
an ambulatory EEG. Both tests were negative. Possibly my recent
dental images have be used as well. Some US surveillance agencies are
not permitted by law to cover (or harass) US citizens living in the
US. For the most part though, the laws of either country have been
totally immaterial to the activities of these cursed harassors. I
sincerely doubt that I have had any privacy in the last four years,
and that everything I've said or done has been recorded; how else can
they protect the guilty (quislings) when I am freely associating with
them? And last but not least, my family capitulated and enjoined this
criminality, and it is they who have cast me into this relentless pit
torture and harassment. They will never be forgiven.
Other
brief biographic details are that I am 49 yo (07-2003), and I have no
military or law enforcement background or contacts. I am a law
abiding individual, and do not engage in any suspicious activities.
Early
Days mid-1999 to Oct. 2001
I
moved to Everett WA from Victoria BC Canada in July 1999. At this
time I was separating from my wife, also would also visit my daughter
and attend to property maintenance. I began work for a company CGF
(an alias) under a TN working visa, which is good for one year,
though they can be re-granted if the employer's paperwork is in
order. I became friendly with one co-worker in particular, BT who was
kind enough to show me the ropes of the workplace and the American
way of doing things, which of course, have a slightly different spin
than in Canada. He and I shared similar perspectives and he left CGF
for JEZ (an alias) in downtown Seattle in early 2000. He persuaded me
to work for him in May and with the added incentive of a salary
increase, and more interesting work prospects, and I had no
hesitation in making the switch to a new employer.
This
period was uneventful by any other measure, though there were a few
anomalies in hindsight. One, I lost my wallet at the last show in a
nearby cinema, and did not find it on my immediate return to the
parking area, and nor did the cinema operators find it when I phoned
at opening time the next day. The other was that I was randomly
searched at the US border and as per the US Customs prerogative; I
declared my medications when the officer asked, as the law requires
that they should be in their appropriate containers. I should note
that the selection method did appear random to me at the time or in
hindsight, as an officer came from the main office, rather than being
directed from an inspection station. Also of interest, was an
apartment fire that was one floor below, and three away which I
detected by the smell creeping into my room and causing me to wake
up, and upon inspection, I was extremely panicked and apprehensive. I
now suspect the perpetrators had some kind of device to read my
primal anxiety neural circutry because they later played me like a
fiddle by inducing this same emotion state.
Another
minor mention is that I had some dental work in the form of crowns
done during this period, and there is every good chance that multiple
dental implants are the method by which they can quickly assemble
At
this time I was struggling to get properly treated for Attention
Deficit Disorder, and it was quite a push to find a knowledgeable
doctor, though I was being treated for low grade depression, but the
medications were not successful. I now suspect there were two bought
and paid for physicians who attempted to divert me from determining
the proper diagnosis.
From
May through to Oct. 2000 I commuted on the bus from Everett to
Seattle, and it was there I met Ms C. We had an on/off relationship,
on account of unbridgeable differences, though there was sufficient
commonality to stay within each other's orbits. My move into downtown
Seattle in Oct. 2000 expedited the "off" portion of our
association. What I did find, dating anew, was that I had a terrible
time keeping time commitments and estimating travel time, though
sometimes I wonder if someone hadn't turned on the "dither"
frequency on me, as there is an eerie consistency I have with this
new found bad habit when seeing Ms C. In any event, such habits meant
that I wasn't ready for prime time dating, and that I had better
apply myself to get better.
As
a natural part of our working relationship and friendship, BT and I
would often lunch together and do other weekday "bonding"
activities like touring the better stores to shop. BT has an easy
going conversational manner such that people open up to him, and I
was no exception. This easy going relational style persisted most of
the time, and he and I would often talk about our respective "women"
issues for mutual gain and camaraderie.
The
year 2000 was relatively uneventful from any kind of
surveillance/harassment perspective as I saw it. Of possible
connection was that my doctor ordered an MRI scan for a potential
pituitary gland problem in Nov. 2000 based on a low testosterone. My
mood was still low, torporous in fact, and the end of the work day
seemed to bring this on regularly, though I had started on stimulant
for ADD. It was a big helper, and is one of the most successful
medications I take, that is, when I can now. Most ADD specialists are
not afraid to prescribe a stimulant, and will publicly state that
they are "safer than penicillin", as they have done more
than once in the presentations I have been to. At this time, there
were still difficulties in "getting my act together" and
cognitive problems which became more prevalent and prompted me to
seek more expert advice.
I
sought a SPECT scan in March 2001 at a specialty ADD clinic, and I
was officially diagnosed with ADD, just as I had been telling the
clinicians for the previous 3 years. I came back armed with a number
of medication recommendations though one of those took me into a
lower mood state (apparently) and caused me to be less capable, and
it took two months to figure that out and another 4 months to pull
out the hole it had dug. By my standards of being a "quick
responder" this was an inordinant amount of time. As part of
carrying on with getting better, I selected a doctor, Dr N, who
shared a much more quantitative approach to evaluation, though in
time, it became problematic. As part of his evaluation he ordered a
weekend long ambulatory EEG, which is normally used to detect
seizures, and the result was negative.
It
was May 2001 that I attended the national ADDA (Attention Deficit
Disorder Association) conference in Seattle, and it was there I met
Ms L, who had ADD also. She had a quirky but intellectual style, and
was a consummate consumer of knowledge about ADD, and as a vital part
of this condition, one comes to trust others relatively quickly so to
learn about support groups, effective doctors and treatment
medications possibilities . We built up a close relationship around
this, and freely exchanged information, and especially so in advance
of doctor visits to strategize and consolidate one's position for
maximum return on the time invested.
We
would always discuss my visits to Dr N in advance, as he seemed to be
erratic at times; he was a lab-rat/pharmaceutical type, and not
adequately assessing how the patient is functioning. He had contrary
views on my stimulant prescription, but no wisdom or alternatives to
offer as to the reason of its effectiveness for me. His attempts at
persisting in other medications were at times dangerous, as I was
sometimes off the only medication that was singularly effective. Dr N
became frustrating,- he would have a leading edge medication that was
promising, then he would sit back for 3 months promoting something
that was mutually understood to be ineffective. On two occasions,
when I was full of vexation and intended to tell him that I had
enough, I seemed to fall under his spell, and lose my oppositional
vigor and fail to make any supporting points of my argument. It has
never happened before, and as my perspective on the pervasive
nefariousness has matured, it would seem to me that a likely scenario
was that he had been tipped off as to my intentions, and there had
been some kind of "dithering" laser or other type of
irradiative device that caused me to be dazed by his song and dance
routine. But it should be said, leading from this period, is that
whoever introduced the irradiative harassment into my life, has had
excellent clinical knowledge to ensure that it was introduced
gradually, and that I didn't notice.
It
was during the course of having, and then tapering off a
depressogenic medication that I suspect the irradiative surveillance
and harassment began.The only other minor noteworthy item that
signposted dysfunction at this time was my attempt to get ready for
the US National long course (50 m) Masters Swimming meet in nearby
Tacoma in August 2001. Although I had not actively swum for 6 months
on a regular basis, but had been a 10 year , 3 times per week swimmer
(2500m/hour workout), I found I did not have the usual stamina by a
considerable margin, and gave up on my plans.
Pre-assaultive
Phase, Nov. 2001-April 14, 2002
Sleepless
in Seattle
As
June rolled around into October, I found myself still struggling with
mood, unable to attain appropriate energy and fighting off Dr N's
diversionary (my speculation) medications. Increasing the dose of
stimulant helped for a time, then it dropped off in short order which
was unexpected,- it should of plateaued for 6 or more months. Though
it should be said that I did tolerate it very well, and in hindsight
has caused me to think that there may of been some kind of
deleterious irradiative energies applied to me as early as June 2001.
My recent experience (11-2002) of being on this medication anew,
though at much reduced dosages, leads me to now believe that much of
my dysfunction was externally induced, by whatever means and was not
attributable to the medication.
I
can only assume November 2001 was the onset of a new phase of the DEW
harassment, though with some clues (above) going back to 06-2001,
because there were a few coincident and odd events. One, my two-month
electrical power bill shot up from 400 mwh to 700 mwh, and as I will
detail below, there appeared to be some illegal "power-sharing".
It was at this time I renewed my lease, fatefully as it turned out,
for a full 12 months. Also at this time, the building exterior
maintenance was near completion, and there was scaffolding in front
of my window for 4 weeks. Once removed, I noticed a new installation
of parabolic dish on the opposite of the courtyard that seemed, by my
unpracticed eye, to be pointing directly at this apartment or perhaps
the one above. The central window gasket hung down for some unknown
reason. Likely this was the main entry route for some modifications
to my apartment noted below.
It
was about this time that I became a late night internet junkie. I
would not, could not, go to bed before 2 am every night, though I
felt relatively ready to begin the day at 7:30. I was a little ragged
in the morning, but my prescribed stimulant for Attention Deficit
Disorder got me back into the swim of things. It was the first time
ever I could not will myself to change a bad habit. I blamed the
stimulant at the time, but this is debatable in hindsight: one, I can
go to sleep very nicely while on stimulant as its stimulantive
properties are atypical for those with ADD, second, this occurred
with absolute consistency every day, -my system does not run this
way, third, I could not will myself to change for the first time
ever, fourth, although a late night owl, I was never this bad. It was
the cummulation of this sleeplessness and related exacerbations that
were the underlying need for me to seek later refuge in short term
disability coverage April 25, and then a hospital stay beginning May
02.
Other
ADD-like behaviors that seemed to have a new life were aphasia (lack
of word meaning) and constantly not getting my act together (apathy)
which worsened over this time. Another set of symptoms was that I
didn’t feel hungry at anytime (highly unusual), and this was not a
medication induced symptom, as I mentioned, the medications
normalized me. Subsequent lower doses did not cause the sensation of
hunger to return.
Other
odd items were the smell of paint in the apartment when I returned
from work in February - March. Another was both door locks had been
locked (same key) when I only use one, signifying entry by some other
party. The venetian blind louvers took on some inexplicable dimpling,
and some were bent, all on their own it seemed. Someone had affixed
nylon ties to the loose leads of my cable lamp system. Each night I
went to bed, no matter the time, there was the sound of wires
scrapping against the wall. I always took this to be the next-door
apartment owner pulling his alarm clock out, but this always occurred
at my
bedtime.
I have since concluded this must of been magnetic irradiation being
applied to me that also caused the internal wall wiring to flip
about, as I now encounter this frequently with non-rigid items in my
apartment. Also, the fridge seemed to become louder, and the adjacent
elevator humming noise seemed to be more continuous. These events
built up anxiety about who was entering my apartment for what reason,
as nothing had been taken.
2)
Employment Ructions
I
overheard, or more likely, was meant to overhear as my cubicle was
outside the manager's office, that "I have no use for (my
name) once
the data model is done" in early April, and later heard "big
changes coming", then overheard, "layoffs....(my
name)" through
the wall of the manager's office. A re-organization was slated for
April 15 (a Monday). Sometime around April 10, my work colleagues
were looking at me with abject horror, as if I had committed some
unspeakable sin. Likewise, my apartment manager gave me the same
look. It was baffling, though I had become resigned to the "layoff".
On
the Friday, April 12, my former boss, BT, with whom I was on friendly
terms, invoked a ruse to go shopping at a deli late work time on
Friday. During our trip to the deli, and then back to work to dine,
and then a walk back to his car (near my place), he seemed to
disappear a couple of times. Subsequent to each disappearance, his
line of questioning seemed to change. I just thought it was odd, as
it wasn't like him. It caused me to ponder if there was a corporate
layoff event in the offing, or if it was a "me-only" event.
3)
Who Fixed My Car?
My
car would always clunk going around the tight corners in the
apartment-parking garage, though I had it checked out, there was
nothing wrong in the estimation of the mechanics. I drove out to a
Sometimes Girlfriend, Ms. C, and my car handled totally differently.
It was tighter, and made no clunking sounds going around tight
corners. I was immediately suspicious, but again baffled as to who
would fix my car without authorization.
Upon
inspection the next day, the tie rod (rubber) boots were new. A
front-end shop later verified the replacement of the tie rod ends.
Also, I found the jack to be misplaced, the jack attachment point
crushed and the "Wipe-its" were placed in the jack storage
are when they had been in the glove box. There were splatter marks on
the headliner in the car, near the cargo area of the station wagon,
as if a wet dog had shaken. Obviously someone took the car and had a
breakdown and got it repaired. My current analysis (07-2003) was that
my vehicle was taken to a shop where a number of modifications were
made to ensure that I could be irradiated while in the vehicle. In
late 2002 it was not uncommon for me to see lasers pulsing at my
feet, experienceing laser strikes to my face, and to be painfully
irradiated in the head while in transit. As part of the
aforementioned front end work, there were a number of repairs; tires,
steering rack, ball joint, and the entire front end geometry was out
of alignment. All this cost me >$2500, and my notion is that the
successive magnetization (i.e. external irradiation while driving)
pulled the entire front end out of alignment. Even now, the brake
rotors make a strange sound after driving for some distance.
4)
A Sometimes Girlfriend (Ms. C)
I
can't recall the precise details of why I came to develop a notion of
my e-mail being monitored at work and at home. The behaviors of my
former boss (above) seemed to be changed in response to a personal
e-mail to Ms C. My phones had been making odd sounds from time to
time. When I went to visit her Saturday night (April 13), I already
was quite suspicious of my e-mail and phones, suspicious of my
vehicle being tampered with, and frazzled about my impending
employment status. By my ignorance and unawareness, she managed to
elicit my method of detecting apartment entry, but for her part,
there were a number of statements which seemed to indicate that she
knew more than she let on. In the course of the evening she invoked a
"oops, I didn't mean to say that" on four occasions, and
even suggested that the layoffs were more about me, again followed by
an "oops". She seemed to be behaving oddly that night, and
was overly compliant. This set up anxiety which later the next day
attained fever pitch.
It
should be noted that later observations about the effects of magnetic
radiation, or at least the variety directed at me, will make me
anxious with repeated inundations, and the 6 month (at least) lead
time of being irradiated was a significant contributor to my state of
being anxious. I have since had a repeat experience which was induced
by a number of consecutive days of night-time irradiation, possibly
to specific neural locations.
In
2002 she aided the other side by supplying me with light deadening
clothing from her thrift store finds. I even lost a $400 coat burned
by a lit candle near the entrance door to her house. Her dog would
always go beserk when I entered, and in this case I put my coat down
(or was I mind controlled?) and it "seemed" to land on a
burning candle which ruined it. That these harassors can control
gravity and other fundamental properties was not news to me since
April 15 2002, and in this case I suspect they controlled the coat's
fall from the nearby stair and directed it onto the candle, causing a
burn. Another one of Ms. C's thrift store finds replaced it three
weeks later, but interestingly enough it had a fuzzy non-reflecting
liner. This, and a few other similar events gives me reason to
believe that the harassors prefer to their subjects to wear light
deadening clothing, even if its the liner.
5)
Who Has Been In My Apartment?
On
my return, I found that someone had rifled through my apartment. The
telephone and computer wires and electrical boxes were dislodged, the
PC print paper had been moved, some art nude prints had been moved,
there was an ink stain on the vinyl floor protector by the PC, videos
had been dislodged, my clothes had been moved as in a search, empty
pill bottles were missing, the phones sounded "cleaner". My
will, no less, was marked with a plastic tab in the file cabinet.
Mighty curious. When I phoned the Sometimes Girlfriend about the
apartment entry, the first thing she asked was "what were the
locks like?". I told her about my vehicle's new driving
characteristics, and assuming that it occurred over the visitation
night, she said, "that wasn't supposed to happen" (then
when?). More "oops" recoveries.
By
now I was in a total state of panic. This was too big to be an
employer's initiative, though it seemed to be aided by my employer,
but what on earth had I done? Judging by the horrified faces at work
I was deemed to have done something truly unforgivable, but it seemed
most odd that the police would accuse someone prior to making a
charge. But then again, I was woefully ignorant of police
investigation methods. In the course of being an internet junkie, I
had visited porn sites, but only the public tour galleries, none of
the member-only stuff, and norI did I not have any kind of adult id
card.My thoughts churned all day long and into the night as to what
this "takedown" was all about. I never did get my income
tax done as I was trying to put all the facts together, each time in
different ways.
6)
Who Has Been in My PC?
Sometime
later in the day it occurred to me that my PC had been co-opted for
illegal use by other parties. Oddly enough, there were users I hadn't
heard have with wide sweeping authority, e.g. making files available
for the internet. I attempted to delete them, the files and yet they
popped back up. Even with administrator privilege, I couldn't get rid
of some files and users. As I was finishing up, I noticed two people
standing in an overlooking balcony, seeming to be looking in on my
activities. By now, my state of anxiety was at a feverish level.
I
had no idea as to how I was being monitored, but around midnight I
took the PC apart and took the "offending" hard drive out,
took it down to my car with my gym bag and medications and disposed
of the drive on the way to 24 hr Fitness. At the 24 Hr Fitness window
counter I wrote about all the odd occurrences in my diary, with my
car parked outside. At about 2 am a vehicle pulls up beside mine, and
the driver leans over to look in, then backs up and disappears out of
sight. Some 20 minutes later, three guys walk in independently and
began working out on the treadmill and orbital trainer. They seemed
to be making a poor do of it, as from what I could tell they each
seemed to have a holster on, and didn't want to expose this. On my
return to my locker, I found out that my medications were not there,
though everything else was. I left to return to my apartment and the
medications had reappeared. This was most odd, as I singularly
remembered to put them in my gym bag.
I
decided that whatever I had done, it was going to be too big and
complicated to continue and I wrote up a long suicide note. This was
about 5 am when I finished. Upon searching through my apartment I
noted that a paper, "The Neurotoxicity of Amphetamines",
some 20 pages, was not in my briefcase as it had been for the last
week. The electrical cords were missing. The cordless phone aerial
was in the up position when it had been placed in a horizontal
position earlier. Recall that the medications had reappeared too.
Someone had been through my apartment again. Ever more heightened
anxiousness.
The
only suicide method that occurred to me then was the stimulant, which
I took, though in hindsight, an insufficient quantity. Chances are it
could have been altered too or that passing out was externally
induced. As a hindsight supposition; I was likely subject to some
kind of DEW device irradiation for some 6 months previous, maybe only
at night time, but I have found that anxiousness can be turned on
within about 3 nights of unprotected sleep. I have also found there
is a generalized nervous system damage and one makes very short view
decisions. Certainly the sleep deprivation seemed to be controlled
and the agitation level was at a fever pitch and these both impaired
my judgment.
The
Assaultive Phase, April 15, 2002 - June 19, 2002
1)
The No Outcome Standoff or the Razzle-Dazzle Show
I
still have a vague recollection of someone carrying me and laying me
down on the place on the floor where I had lapsed into
unconsciousness. But I have even a more vivid memory of something
unseen prompting me, all of me, to get up, which I did with a snap.
Recall that I had ingested some 300 mg of stimulant (ostensibly) and
that I was in a "sped up" state. I was hyper alert but
coherent of speech and thought. As I failed in my primary suicide
attempt (stimulant overdose) my plan was then, to get killed in the
expected police shootout. Not that I had a gun, but only a mock
weapon in the form of a metal brake vacuum pump. (It had a gun-like
form, and I kept it shrouded with a towel to prevent anyone
discerning its true unthreatening nature). Needless to say the plan
didn't work for reasons that will become clear.
I
will spare the chronological order of events, and list them off as I
recall them:
sounds of people walking
with heavy boots outside my door, sound of (police) dogs and their
restraining chains being rattled, the door moved laterally within the
door jam, there were fleeting shadows at the corner of my eyes,
causing me to turn, thinking that something was approaching, there
were bright laser spots appearing on the walls, the clothes iron
steamed on its own accord, a 5' tall cabinet leaned over by 1.5 ft
and stayed suspended, there were laser based apparitions of trailing
lines that quickly disappeared once they diverted my attention,
objects crept across the floor on their own accord, the venetian
blinds lowered and raised on their own accord, there was a laser
based apparition of a stream of "micro-wigglers", there
were screwdrivers that bent over double, a metal Ikea clothes rack
folded like it had been sawn and then resurrected itself, the clock
radio display blinked on and off, and the display of brown colored
lasers that were extremely fatiguing.
At
the end of it all, I "surrendered", gave up, but no law
enforcement agency personnel arrived! I had heard voices, boots
walking outside, dogs been unchained, and yet know one came to either
arrest me or otherwise declare themselves. Was I mystified or what?
How
much of this was induced by stimulant and how much were the DEW
terrorists displaying their technical prowess I did not know at the
time. I had no doubt that I saw these strange things, but these
things were quite unusual and I didn't mention them to anyone. The
clinical folks would say it was all delusional, but with hindsight, I
what I experienced was either real, or else was projected onto my
retina (they can do this). I have never been psychotic, there is no
family history of psychosis, its highly unusual to develop anew at
age 48 and I tolerate stimulant medication very well. Many of these
strange phenomenon have come back to visit me, though in a muted
form. I just wish I was not so agitated in leading up to this, and
taken the calm route with the mindset of "arrest me", or
'lay me off" or whatever was supposed to transpire. As noted
above, they likely "re-played" or stimulated my anxiety
centers in my brain remotely.
Originally
I thought the standoff lasted from 5 am (finishing the note) to 3:30
pm, but in hindsight I estimate it was about 3 hours. I did not have
my watch on, though it was on when I slipped into unconsciousness. So
where did those intervening 6-7 hours go, and how were they spent? I
do not know for sure, but am sure there were plenty of possibilties
to obtain accurate biometric data, and possibly some kind of
visual/sensed signature. I still have no idea how they detect me with
such rapidity and consistency, though I am sure they have many
methods.
2)
Back to Work
My
former boss, BT, with whom I was on good terms with, was hugely
interested in how I spent April 15 (Monday) even though I did not
report to him, or have any close working relationship at the time; he
had a pen on his V-neck sweater and I asked him if was bugged;
naturally he was offended, but at that moment, I saw a red colored
laser beam tracking on his desk for all of a 1/10 second. Neither of
us mentioned it. He asked about what happened, I told him some
specifics that came back to haunt me (suicide attempt), but I did not
tell him about the bizarre phenomenon. Although he was plying me for
more information, especially detail about what I saw, he indicated
that these events were entirely concocted by me over my protests
about other externalities -e.g. the putative police evidence raid
etc.. He discussed the availability of the employee assistance
program when one is unwell. I replied that I didn't need it because
there is a significant body of externalities of that needed
explanation first, and until then, it wasn't necessary. He accused me
of being paranoid, which became the mantra of a number of colleagues
and friends, and caused me to suspect they were singing off the same
song sheet.
No
one at work asked where I was Monday April 15, nor did they wish to
enjoin me in conversation with the lead in, "I had an
interesting day yesterday". My Alternate Girlfriend (Ms. L), who
had arrived back from a week away in New York April 14, was also one
of my confidants, and in hindsight, was very likely a cooperator. She
also emphasized that I was paranoid, and that I needed help, and was
attempting to convince me the Standoff event was delusional. Again I
got the paranoid accusation followed with a statement of seeing a
counselor. She continued on this theme a number of times until our
association ceased (below). Neither girlfriend was very nurturative,
and the Sometime Girlfriend got in such a stinking huff that she
didn't want to talk to me. These contrived rows became delimiting as
to whom and where I could later find refuge.
Two
days after the Standoff I found my watch and my 3" pocketknife
in my shoe. I never, ever, keep these things there, but always on my
bedside table. I had lapsed into unconsciousness with my watch on, so
the placement of both of these items was more tangible evidence that
someone else had been in my apartment and was party to the Standoff
event.
I
visited my daughter in Victoria on the following weekend and was
treated to the geo-locational phenomenon. In the living room of my
parent's house, I felt this sensation which I will term "sounding".
Its as if one is vibrating from an outside cause, akin to the early
phase of an earthquake. I have since come to experience this numerous
occasions, and, as I am the only thing vibrating, my interpretation
is that there must be some kind of remotely directed energy applied
to the cerebellum. (The cerebellum is the back part of the brain
responsible for gross motor movements, and tying sensations together
that are experienced at the same time). I have also come to find that
this is a locating method, which is followed by more injurious
directed energy. A momentary pulse of the AC lighting followed the
sounding sensation. As I moved about in the room, a band of large
pixels appeared across the TV and the sounding followed me again. I
repeated this sequence at least 4 times. I also had the sensation I
was being followed by unknown persons a few times during my visit,
but I couldn't be absolutely sure.
There
was an odd incident when I took the helicopter shuttle back to
Seattle. Two men followed me in, and when boarding, one of them broke
out of the line and secured a seat ahead of every one else. The other
later sat beside him, while I was seated in the row behind them.
After the directives about seat belts and warnings about turning cell
phones off, the helicopter lifted off, and within a minute or so, the
line-jumper pulled out a communications radio, engaged in some kind
of transmission, and then hid the device in his coat. He also had a
terribly vague reason for visiting the US, but didn't get the usual
third degree from the INS officer. This character shows up again.
It
was during the period of April 15th to the 24th that I noticed short
duration light pulses at night in my apartment. Some were linear,
some covered a larger area with red and green as the most common
colors. They were constant and unrelenting. I took these to be
lasers, and have come to know this as a very common phenomenon, and
they occur every night now. My take on these is that they are used
for gathering coordinates of where I am in relation to everything
else.
Cooked
at Work
I
knew something was up when one of my co-workers was agitated in my
presence, but all too often, I was new in this game. I took my normal
dosing of medications at 11:30 am and went home for lunch.
I
was about 2:00 pm when I felt this wave of ill feeling and
palpitating heart. I stayed rooted at my desk, as I feared getting
up. Coincidentally BT came by when the sensation was at its height. I
spoke with him briefly and managed to hold a minimal but coherent
discussion. The wave subsided only to be replaced by another about an
hour later. Again someone tried to engage me in conversation at its
peak. Thinking it was a medication tampering, I eventually I got up
and went to the nearby drugstore to get some Vitamin C and chocolate
(stimulant action blockers). I felt immediately better once I braved
getting on my feet. At about 5:00 I emailed the facilities manager
about my medications being spiked, and even spoke with my manager
about it. When I sent my e-mail, my manager yelled out loudly to the
next enclosed office, "We got him". Maybe it was just a
coincidence, but it struck me as damned odd, both then and now. On
the way home I noticed on person following me, and though I passed
him going up the hill, this same person showed up again, later on my
walk home. At least four people clustered around me when I went to
the drug store to enquire about the possibility of my medications
being spiked. The next day I noted the Event Log of my PC had all of
April 23 (not the 24th) removed, and as I was perusing this, a
manager across the hall exclaimed "uh oh".
The
HR department never did look into probable causes, and assigned the
blame to me, indicated that I said some strange things. (That my
medications were spiked, but then again, if one is feeling strangely,
one will likely say odd things). As HR departments are charged with
resolving harassment at work, they fared poorly!
I
would have settled for just that, but as I sat in my apartment later
in the evening, another wave came over me. Now I knew the workplace
events were connected to the home events. These strong emanations
persisted all over the apartment, and so I decided to take a hotel
for the night. I did an elementary spy trick and took the elevator to
floor other than my room. I lingered some, and was about to depart
when a man exited the elevator, holding a communications radio
similar to the one I witnessed on the helicopter shuttle of a week
previous. I took the elevator to yet another floor, and then the
stairs. I was not immune to being found, as laser lights shone
through the peephole and windows. The sounding routine seemed be
locating me too. No other phenomenon was evident and I had my best
sleep in 5 months. It was my last good night's sleep for more than a
year.
4)
Human Resources is Here to Help You
Late
on the 25th I was summoned into a meeting with the Human Resources
manager. "We are worried about you…. you are a valued
employee…. etc. But you must see a doctor and get a signed letter
of suitability for employment before returning to work. In meantime,
short term disability is available…" . I was too exhausted
from my many sleepless nights to put up much of a fight about the
strange goings-on in the work place that had transpired. The HR
manager, never effusive, looked rather conflicted. I did the hospital
emergency routine, 5-hour wait for 5 minutes of doctor time, one and
a half years to sort out the billing and coverage. After one night of
being physically trashed by these irradiations, including being
targetted by street shooting (irradiative blasts), that when I
visited my family doctor, she explained these events as being a facet
of psychosis. No amount of tangible detail seemed to dissuade her. I
now realize that the leave from work provided the opportunity to
trash me 24x7 so that my employer's worksite would not be impugned.
Trash me they did: not only were there debilitating irradiative hits
(on the street), there was induced anxiety and driving head pain.
It
was following this that my apartment became unlivable. There was some
kind of directed energy being applied, and no matter where I moved,
it followed. I was pacing around the room to escape the "brain
cooking", and although moving about helped at for a time, it
didn't anymore. There were sounds in the wall of a switch being
thrown, akin to a circuit breaker. Objects flew out of my hands on
occasion, and the lights dimmed on their own accord. At any time when
I was crafting a countermeasure, the properties of tape, aluminum
foil or other common objects changed, and thereby thwarting my
endeavors. There was a significant humming sound emanating from the
wall, and a mock ventilation fan sound from upstairs each time I
turned mine on. There was a sewing machine like sound when my
refrigerator compressor was running which was accompanied by an
unbearable kind of painful irradiation to the head. Switching off my
refrigerator at the circuit breaker caused a cessation of the
sewing-machine sound and irradiation, though it resumed but quieter.
This was a clue that my electrical power had been tapped into.
A
discussion with the Ms L about a request to stay at her place was
turned down flat, even though I had considerable credits in aiding
her many times when in distress. She played the party line, "You’re
psychotic, I can’t help you, don’t call until you get better".
That was the last I ever spoke with her, as her purpose in being in
my life was abundantly clear. I spent a night at 24 Hr Fitness, but
it did get kind of dull around 3:00 - 4:00 and no sleep.
The
next week proceeded much like above though intensified; it was the
worst of my life. I had another hotel night, but this time they were
irradiating me with microwave-like energy all night. I was like a
caged rat without the cage; sharp pangs of being "zapped",
or irradiated occurred anywhere in public, including the doctor's
office. I was always pacing around, trying to find relief from
something unknown in kind and source. There seemed to be a
significant amount of coincident activity in the upstairs apartment
in response to what I did; sometimes there was foot-stomping if I had
a successful countermeasure such as lowering the cable light system
to create a 4' arc. On occasion there was laughter from upstairs at
my countermeasures, and I came to believe, and still do, that this
was the operations room and the parabolic dish mentioned earlier may
be for data transmission. In reality, a countermeasure didn't last
very long before another adaptation foiled it. A second night in a
hotel was no relief, the irradiation and brain microwaving persisted
and I eventually slept in the hotel main bathroom that was encased in
concrete. Another 24 Hr Fitness night was no refuge; I was being
irradiated even while swimming. I would visit Kinko's to use their
Internet stations to try a find out what was going on, and the
perpetrators had a method of dithering my keystrokes, and also
causing my Google searches to return something minimally relevant.
Occasionally I could slip them by jumping to another search engine,
and on each occasion someone would come to the station beside me and
look over. They even dithered the shared printing, and I wasn't the
only one who lost printouts.
There
was no relief while walking the streets; vehicles, cyclists and
pedestrians would pass by and cause me to be zapped and causing me
severe duress. On a few occasions a person a block away pointed a red
laser aiming beam at me and zapped me into a state of momentary pain
and dysfunction. I could dodge a source if I could figure out which
direction it came from, but soon they put two harassors on so I was
in their crossfire. Standing near steel telephone posts was one of my
few shelters. Vehicle trips were just as harrowing; they would pass
me slowly, and time without fail, zap me. At one time, there were six
vehicles clustered around me when I went to make a call from a public
phone. On two occasions I found my apartment door open when I had
made a short sortie to the garbage chute. On another like occasion
when I doubled back to my apartment to collect something, I saw my
venetian blinds actively parting about 6 ", controlled by some
remote force. That was difficult to believe, but at the same time it
added credence to the strange events I witnessed during the Standoff
of April 15. Another instance of an entry to my fitness locker was
almost as odd. One of the contents of my locker was returned outside
my apartment door some two hours later.
I
made another trip to Victoria and conferred with my friends, whom I
can normally rely upon to be objective, and to my annoyance, they
thought this was a "head-problem". I was exasperated; there
was no time to read, sit and relax and do any thought work. I was a
refugee of unknown and unexplainable directed and persecuting forces.
It was my same friends who appeared to help me though. (I say
appeared, as later circumstances indicated their complicity) They
phoned one night the next week, and I explained the current wild set
of circumstances; microwave-like radiation directed at the head,
obtaining relief from the shelter of metal objects, an uninvited
entry in my apartment where my cable lamp system was modified, and
other hard to believe details. They asked me to come over to Victoria
the next day, and I agreed. It took another day for me to get my act
together and get a flight, but in the meantime the level of radiation
was punishing. At the airport I found a steel column to be a refuge
from the drive-by radiation, and when I returned to that same
location to catch the bus, there were three individuals standing
around with portable irradiative devices. It was withering. I took a
hotel room that night, and there were lasers passing through the
peephole, and they even burned holes in the rubberized curtain.
Before I got to my room, one of two individuals kept following me
about the hotel floors, in Keystone Cops like encounter. It was
another hellish morning replete with two individuals maintaining eye
contact in the waiting area that kept moving around for a direct line
of sight on me. I finally caught some sleep in the aircraft, but
again the irradiative sources started coming on again as I approached
Victoria. I suspect that there must be some kind of remote control on
the delivery of radiation, and the individuals, whether on foot,
driving, loitering or whatever, are carriers of the device and they
receive instructions on where and how to conduct themselves and place
it.
5)
You Are Safe in the Loony Bin
I
told my friends the story again, and to alleviate their concerns they
invited the Help/Crisis line folks to hear me out. Before I knew it,
I was in the hospital as a voluntary patient. I agreed mainly for the
reason to seek refuge from the intense harassment, and for a week, as
long as I was inside and not out on a pass, it was. I was to be off
all my ADD medications and take mood stabilizers. Two doctors later
it was the same diagnosis: psychosis due to amphetamine
neurotoxicity. That they weren't interested in any of the other
details or my theories was becoming the usual treatment. I now
realize that my "friends" were quislings (turncoats), and
the entire period from, say Nov. 2001 to April/May of 2002 was a lead
up to making me as trashed as they could in order to make the
parrotted and wrong diagnosis of "psychosis" stick. The
plan of the past six months was clear: irradiate me to create
dysfunction, cause my stimulant dose to increase, then continue this
cycle and then top it off with a barrage of unheard of techological
weapons, and of course, augmented with remotely induced anxiety.
For
a few days I felt that I was recovering; I needed the sleep and the
sudden medication adjustment was tiring. Before long I noticed the
laser pulses at night, and I began to think that the perpetrators
were coming back. And it was true.
Patients
that were friendly to me wouldn't talk to me anymore, others I hardly
knew were moving away from me for no reason, others exchanged looks
with others, and the man I saw on the helicopter shuttle with the
communications radio also showed up as a patient. I had an EEG test
and was exposed to some very bright lights. Thereafter, for two weeks
or more, there were a significant number of vehicles that had their
bright lights on, even in daytime, anytime I was out driving on day
pass. At one point I went to Home Depot and purchased a metal-backed
weather seal for my parent's door. Curiously, it took on properties
of its own, as it moved by itself as if a large receiving aerial. The
small tools hanging from the racks moved on their own accord when I
wandered near them and a significant number of pretend shoppers hung
around me.
As
all too usual, there were people hanging around me, at odds far
greater than any normal shopping coincidence. There was always
someone who moved in quickly when I made my purchase. I was being
irradiated anytime I was outside on day pass, and the success rate of
being irradiated while inside the hospital was becoming greater. It
seemed that one of the patient's motorized Medichair was the source
of the irradiations as it had a 12v automotive-type battery onboard.
No doubt the building was difficult to penetrate with magnetic or
electric radiation as it was a steel-concrete construction, and I saw
various markings appear on the walls, in the bathroom, a steel bead
on my bedside bookshelf, and yellow-amber crystalline dried insect
look-alikes on the walls. One of these had showed up in my apartment
earlier. The surveillance was very frequent anytime I was out on
day-pass, and the frequency of irradiation, at a bend-over double
intensity level. After 3 weeks I checked out of the hospital for
insurance coverage reasons, when they informed me I was only 70%
covered when earlier they indicated that I was 100% covered. The
hospital did not return my mother’s phone calls on this very same
subject until the same day they informed me. Too much of a
coincidence. Other induced dysfunction that occurred when I checked
into hospital were no pens in my briefcase and a smashed Palm Pilot.
The
next month, late May to late June proceeded much like before; being
irradiated, sometimes punishingly so, especially when I went to a
library or public internet site. I was continually harassed, if it’s
the correct term, by "close-passers-by" or "cluster
fuckers" as I later called them. These would be pedestrians who
for some reason hang around me, pass closely or pretend to change
their mind about their direction. Any given occurrence is not
unusual, but cummulatively, say 10 or more incidents per day, was
most odd. On other occasions I saw red lasers pointed at my room from
a distance. My concentration was poor; I couldn't read a newspaper
for 5 minutes, when an hour was the previous norm. All the time I had
to keep up a pretense that nothing was happening, as all the
psychosis believers, like my mother (later found to be a quisling),
would find food for their narrow opinion. My mother had nothing to
offer about why proximity to steel objects helped alleviate the
symptoms, or connect the frequent break-ins of my vehicle to any of
the above. A visitation to my brother in Kamloops did not relieve the
irradiation feeling, and all too unfortunately, he did not believe I
was being harassed and irradiated by anyone or organization. As it
later turned out, he was working for the other side too. It's been a
lonely and uphill row to hoe, and I had no part in choosing it.
Stealth
Phase; June 19 to Oct. 2002
It
was June 19 when I bought a Trifield meter that measured electric,
magnetic and radio radiation. It was quite apparent that the magnetic
radiation scale was the most active, and at first it was wildly
successful in picking up high, 2-3 milliGauss level radiation that
would suddenly appear when certain individuals were passing by. My
apartment had greater than 10 mG; I could feel the huge nauseous wave
of magnetic radiation emanating from the bathroom, just as before.
Then within a day, this highly assaultive and withering radiation
stopped. I challenge any of the naysayers, clinical or otherwise, to
name a medication, legal or illegal, that would have this kind of
immediate and positive change. In hindsight this was a ruse used to
cause me to believe the meter readings, and this also was a change in
strategy from the frontal attack to a much longer term stealth
harassment. I have since come to distrust all my meter readings as
they are much too low (see below).
For
a month or so I thought I was on easy street, but as I got my life
back together I became less certain. For one, a certain individual
who I saw earlier at the hospital in advance of being exposed to a
laser show of micro-wigglers, re-appeared outside the nearby hotel
where the parabolic dish is located. Once I got my PC up and running,
and found websites that provide similar accounts to mine, indicating
that the harassment never ends, I became concerned. There was a low
level magnetic radiation of 0.4 mG, though the fluctuating needle
caused me some concern because that signified activity.
It
was the accumulation of a number of clues over August that I
concluded that I was being irradiated with some kind of pulsed energy
beam. At times the wall clicking would start and I would feel some
kind of pulse to my face and the meter reading would move upward 0.6
milliGauss to 0.8 milliGauss. A glass of nearby water was never
still, as the surface was constantly rippling. As if this were bad
enough, the same low energy pulsed beam was directed at my head at
work all day long since my return in late July. Apart from the meter
reading and needle fluctuation, I had rapid onsets of sinus pressure,
yawning, and ear pressure as well as sensations of hair raising,
something trailing through my eyelashes, and my eyes drying out
rapidly. My ability to concentrate was poor. I was very groggy in the
mornings, and this, with some kind of exploratory muscle twitching
and internal organ vibration at night, caused me to believe that I
was being irradiated at night. Invariably when I go to new locations,
a bright green or red laser dot shows up in my field of vision, some
8-10' away, and some kind of harassment begins: a sudden yawning
onset or magnetic irradiation typically. The technology seems such
that a laser spot can "appear from" any household AC
wiring. Related to this, anytime I have moved about in the unusual
location or when I am in my bathroom, the lights momentarily pulse
off/on. I sense that the perpetrators can use the AC wiring and light
pulses of some kind to take a snapshot. When I read what
"through-the-wall" radar technologies can do nowadays, it
would be no surprise to me that the AC wiring can be exploited for
surveillance purposes. Another new harassment method is to direct
sounds to my head just as I am falling into a deeper sleep. This
causes me to stay awake for the night usually.
Other
studied phenomenon that are likely being applied are some kind of
direct retina irradiation, where they "see" the images on
the retina directly, just as one does. There were countless times
when I would stop and gaze at something, a double take as it were,
and just then a momentary pulse of the A/C lighting would occur to
obtain a "snapshot" from another perspective. I cannot make
my eyes dark if I close my eyelids and place my hands over them. If I
place my arms over my head or temples I will notice a further
darkening of my eyes, though its rare that it is completely dark. The
methods they have of locating my eyes and retina seem myriad. I now
understand that lasers can be directed to penetrate the skull and
cause differing tissue to resonate uniquely. I also notice a pulsing
flash across my retina (when my eyes are closed) at about the same
rate as the gaussmeter fluctuation, which could mean the source is
magnetic. Likely it is both, though in new and public locations I
suspect this method is not so reliable, and they resort to A/C power
flashes and the small microdot lasers that project toward my eyes and
read the image from there. To me, this is the ultimate in invasion of
privacy, to be able to see what another person sees in real time, all
the time. It’s not quite full blown mind-reading, but should one
take a prolonged look at something, they have a pretty good idea what
you are thinking about too.
Magnetic
Machinations Update (12-2002)
The
current standards for continuous exposure to magnetic radiation used
by most of the world are those from Sweden and are:
5
Hz - 2kHz up to 2.5 milliGauss
2
kHz - 400 kHz up to 0.25 milliGauss
So
here I am, typically exposed to 200 Gauss in my apartment, and
wondering who is it that passed a death sentence on me, and what
right do they have? Despite my early and apparent success with
measuring the magnetic field, I began to suspect the meter was
incorrectly displaying the results when I acquired another meter.
Eventually I rented a large industrial gaussmeter for a month
(11-2002) and found my two hand meters to be both suspect. It
recorded 100 - 200 gauss (not milligausss) and as it had an external
probe, I found the reading to be higher at first, and then it trended
downward within 20 seconds or so. If I coiled up the probe lead wire,
the higher readings remained for longer.
New
apartment, Oct. 2002
I
moved apartments hoping that a concrete/steel structure would offer
protection, and it didn't take more than 3 weeks for them to set up
upstairs and to hear the same clunking and clicking sounds associated
with the head pain all over again. There seems to be an inherent
magnetism, even if weak, in nearly all things in my apartment. If I
hold a hand compass at arm's length, it changes direction when I
bring it close to my body. Two identical hand compasses will point to
different directions if more than 12" apart. For those familiar
with this harassment it should be no surprise that there were a
number of moving glitches; disconnected accounts, internet service
interuptions, mail re-direction problems,- the list is endless.
And
there were daily break-ins; not only was there smudged walls, plaster
crumbs and PC hacking, my modem was physically broken to thwart web
access. I even hired a private detective who at least verified the
occurence of the upstairs switch/clunk sounds, and also the intense
energy that was applied to me. When we first met at a coffee shop,
the nearby floor boards were also vibrating. Later we went for a walk
which relieved the intensity of the irradiation, and when I sat in
his van, it vibrated from the same reason. Even though late in the
game, I had confirmation that someone else could experience (some of)
the same phenomenon, which again, is contrary to the past diagnosis
of "psychosis". I even went upstairs one time to voice my
complaint about their harassment activity, and was met with an
overwhelming irradiative assault through the door.
More
Driving Headpain: Nov., Dec. 2002
During
November and December there were more events that were intended to
drive me back to hospital in Victoria. The highway convoys began
firing lasers at my face and into my eyes. I called the Everett
police on one occasion, but they didn't seem too interested in
chasing this down.
The
criminal harassors stepped up the level of magnetic irradiation, at
my apartment and then my work site. The headpain was intense. It was
avoidable and blockable especially about steel and other metal
objects. Also as indicated, it was measurable all the time, which
defeats the "faux psychosis" diagnosis I had been stiffed
with in May 2002. My only reprieve was to go driving at night time,
as I recieved recieved less irradiation (seemingly) or at least less
pain. This created a whole new panalopy of events. On the interstate
I-5 there were typically 30-100 vehicles that would group well back
of me, and another group formed well ahead. In ordered progression
one or two vehicles would depart from the rearmost group, and pass by
slowly, and then join the group up ahead. This "convoying"
would happen every night I drove and while seeming innocuous at
first, I later came to know that this was to organize the laser
attacks while driving. At first I got some sleep in my car at the
rest areas, but they then stationed vehicle around me, or even had
prestationed vehicles. In either case the headpain resumed and I
couldn't sleep. The interesting thing was that I didn't seem to miss
the sleep, and nor was I hungry from missed meals. I even tried
sleeping in my car in the covered parkade of the apartment, but
within a few days I noticed a series of regularly spaced holes in the
concrete at 2', 5' and 6' spaced every 2'. From these shot lasers
that we used to range find and identify me. I estimated that there
were some 500 holes that they drilled in the parking area concrete
and then painted to appear as part of the forms when originally
poured. It astounds me how much effort was, and still is, expended to
harass the living daylights out of me.
Betrayed
by family quislings (12-2002)
On
one of my directed headpain evasive nighttime driving trips I went to
see my brother and sister-in-law in Kamloops BC. Even though I did
not mention my intent until I had driven for two hours, there was a
bizzare set-up which again amazes me as to the extent of this
harassment. I took a side road to change my choice of highway and it
was set up with false road sign posting, wetted with water and with
white sand thrown down to simulate snow at night. With some prior
local knowledge, I followed my instincts and got myself on the
Coquihalla highway onto Kamloops.
The
first night at my brother's I got a reasonable sleep, but the second
night I heard familiar switch/clunks sound heard in both my
apartments, I saw lasers constantly and could not sleep for the
driving head pain, no matter where I tried. He and his wife seemed
rather doleful when they surfaced for breakfast, and when I
confronted him he seemed rather weak explaining the details as to
what I experienced. All told it was way too unconvincing, and he kept
falling back to his (trained, I assume) storyline. It was terribly
sad that somehow he was in on this, and I made the shortcomings of
his explanations more than plain. It was clear that he and his wife
knew all about my harassment rationale. Anyway, I had a 5 hour chat
to myself enroute to Seattle, reworking the story and the players. I
spent the journey putting the bigger, newer story together and
realizing that my mother was also equally complicit by way of the
same rigid answers without so much as a footstep of analytical
progression along the same evidence trail. This betrayal picture
became more complete when others postulated the same line of "its
medication-not-irradiation" hooey. I am positive that the
criminal harassors planned for me to find out, one by one, that my
support group were quislings from the beginning. To me, nobody is
more despicable than a turncoat, or quisling. I even have more
respect for the equally insidious infiltrators, Ms. C and Ms. L.
Merry
Christmas 2002
For
Christmas the bastards hit me with some exceptionally heavy laser
hits to the back of the head that took about 4 hours of pain to
dissipate. By the time I recovered from this, twice, the driving
headpains were no more, but there was plenty of evidence of being
irradiated all the same. I speculate that they took out some cerebal
pain sources, and my sensitivity to being irradiated was much
lessened. I spent Christmas sleeping in my vehicle, as I was being
heavily irradiated at Ms. C's and could not settle there despite her
protestations. I found it no coincidence that my psychiatrist got
plenty of mileage out of this event to suggest a psychosis diagnosis.
Though to be fair, she did say that in her professional experience
that she had never seen anybody in such pain.
A
significant component of harassment is the orchestration of perceived
near death experiences (PNDE's) from April 15 2002 to date (07-2003).
The Razzle Dazzle show was the most blatant threat, and others have
been as simple as a pretend gunshot that just missed me. Naturally
they also invoke my fear and anxiety brain centers to heighten the
perception and mental disruption. They have on occasion polluted my
water and food with substances that caused all day urination, and on
another occasion, tingling sensation in my extremities, as if it were
the onset of poisoning . By my count there have been eight such
incidents when I thought my end was nigh.
There
were also three laser "duck-shoot" events in December that
were designed to herd me, while driving, to a prefered direction.
These all took place while I was driving, and it was the malevolent
side of the convoy organizing I experienced earlier. I experienced
laser hits to my face and hands while driving on the highway; a
vehicle would drive up beside me, and an onboard laser device would
attempt to hit me in the head, particularly the face and eyes. To say
that driving in this situation was harrowing does not give this
experience justice. That it went on for an hour or two hours at a
time was all the more adverse.
There
were two police-like "takedown" events in December 2002
which caused me to make some phonecalls that I thought were my last
words. Subsequently, on my return to Victoria the genuine police came
on me with pointed guns and handcuffed and drove me to the hospital
in the paddy wagon. On the first occasion I managed to appear
sufficiently collected, despite being heavily irradiated, such that
the doctor couldn't find a compelling reason to commit me. On the
second occasion I was driven with so much magnetic radiation that
they removed the couch (with steel springs) out of the (same)
interview room in advance of my arrival. Even the apprehending police
officers could not bear to be in the room for the intensity of the
magnetic energy. The second time I was commited on the recommendation
of one doctor when the legal requirement is two with an assist of a
pack of lies from my ex-wife who was given free reign to say what she
wanted without being corroborated by me. And so began my 5 month
hospital stay, all for a condition I didn't have (psychosis), to
remove me from the medications for a condition I do have (ADD). I
surmise that the hell in the past year was in some measure due to
taking a medication that the criminal harassors didn't like because
it interfered with their plan (see Summary (07-2003): Musings on the
Experimental Objective.
My
attempt to be released by a review panel did not go very well, as the
harassors irradiated me all the more during the hearing causing me to
be dithered, unfocussed and generally messed up. However, there was a
significant slip-up of factual information: my treating psychiatrist
did revealed the names of two doctors I saw in Oct.-Nov. 1999 whose
names I did not reveal to anyone. (They were useless; they did not
ask appropriate clinical questions and yet diagnosed no ADD). I
confronted my treating psychiatrist with this anomaly and he really
did not have answer as to how he found out their names. As I
interpret this event, he is yet another doctor on the take, and
inadvertently placed the early origins of the criminal harassment.
After
5 months of hospital treatment with a medication that made me worse,
for the reasons that it was a dopamine antagonist, they discharged me
from hospital. That this was the third occurence of this class of
medication which caused depression and dysfunction did not seem to
perturb the clinical staff, even if I predicted it in advance. I came
to understand there is a tight police-clinical community linkage that
serves to involuntarily dispatch individuals, often with the
"psychosis" label, should it be deemed needed by the
authorities. All it takes is one police officer's written testimony
of refutal of evidence and a sympathetic doctor followed by another
toady doctor's signature and you are involuntarily committed for a
month. Extensions up to a year require only a single doctor in the
province of BC. Psychiatry is the last refuge of a scoundrel in my
experience.
Laser
Lashings (07-2003)
While
this method is not new to me since 04-15-2002, the Razzle Dazzle
show, it had been building up since 05-2003. Lasers, or something
like them, strike me in the face, eyes, feet, right thigh and
sometimes other body locations. They are annoying and sometimes
painful to be sure, especially when they go on all day, and then at
night they turn them on to give me full body jerks just as I am going
off to sleep. One day and night was particularly bad, as it took some
4 hours to get to sleep. I was steamed enough to bring it forward to
my parents and told my mother who cast me into this (my
determination), "to go and speak to your handler and summon the
gumption and end this nightmare". Natually she got all defensive
and attempted to tie these sensations to the faux psychosis. There
was some more back and forthing on these respective views, but there
was an interesting comment she made afterward to my father, when she
thought I was out of earshot; she said, "I think we shall press
on". There was no other context but that of this wretched
harassment and her defensiveness. In this one phrase, not intended
for my ears, all the loose ends and accumulation of detail was
sintered into a cohesive whole. My parents went "shopping"
(i.e. visit the handler) shortly afterwards, and to no suprise to me,
the frequency and strength of the laser hits diminished sharply to
make them tolerable thereafter. It was no surprise to me that since
this incident they dispersed from the breakfast table anytime I came
downstairs.
Current State Wrap Up (09-2003)
As
one can surmise, I do not know for certain what the harassment
objective is. It would seem that it is to discover all the parameters
to be able to model weak biomagnetic fields, both as they occur
intrinsically and in confluence with other sources such as people.
Another objective that seems clear to me is to refine the application
of real time magnetic energy to a live target to ensure 24x7
irradiation. Even 8 minutes in a tanning both was unacceptable; they
rigged them up with their laser/maser harassment set up at the public
fitness center. For this they need to be able to constantly calibrate
their reading devices which were the all to familiar switch/clunk
sounds emanating from the apartments above mine, at my family
quisling residences, and latterly at work. Even my vehicle makes an
unusual (never before) rattling sound in the dashboard in concert
with other noisy events like suspension clunks or other vehicle
events such as turning corners, (to emulate a scuffing sound in the
steering column, suspension travel and others). Again, I conject that
a partial objective is to automate the directed calibration and
application of laser/masers to a person while attempting to
dynamically use environmental noises as a cover.
I
have a sense that the natural magnetic cells in the brain (that is how
pigeons navigate so well) have been enhanced by driving me with
microwaves (with insufferable pain) for eight months of 2002. And
that the current irradiation is meant to keep that level to a certain
minimum. In effect, I am a walking biomagnetic radiator (though a
highly variable one), and there is something of value or assay
purposes that I possess to cause the litany of "followers"
everywhere I go. I feel like Harry Pottter in some respects, that I
have some kind of supernatural capabilities, that is cause for the
dark forces to inflict pain and pursue me. I even wish I had a scar
as a badge of honor, but I'm sure this will end (if it does) with no
closure or explanation whatsoever.
It
would appear, based on the actions of my parents in masking the nighttime entry of a person who reads me through the wall, that the
clinical terrorists cannot go for more than an hour without
re-irradiating me to keep the magnetic field at a high level. (It
would dissapate over time). Or, if the criminals irradiate me too
much, say at swim practice where they find it difficult to
dynamically assay me, and as a consequence I cannot get to sleep,
again my parents partake in masking the entry of a "Sandman"
to reduce my biomagnetic levels so I can then sleep. Though I have
since seen one of my followers mimicking my swimming and diving at a
nearby lake and I can only surmise that they are attempting to model
my biomagnetic properties even while swimming.
And
in my fourth living location since 2002 (two in Seattle, hospital and
basement suite in Victoria), the upstair noises have similarities in
all locations. The same movements of personnel upstairs, the switching
sounds to refine the calibration of magnetic irradiation, and the
need for wires in the walls to control and apply it. In each
apartment, the refrigerator grunts along like it was seriously
overloaded when the compressor is running. The same amount of setup
activity is incurred at each location, it takes them about a month to
set up because it largely depends on where my furniture is located,
where my AC wiring is located and what locations I frequent the most.
Summary:
Musings on the Experimental Objective (07-2003)
It
appears to me that a number of simultaneous methods are employed with
some kind of dynamic decision making software that applies rules of
final determination and instructs magnetic radiation emitting
device(s) accordingly. I have on occasion experienced situations
where I was detected in a room, but the laser/maser torture
application was foiled (inadvertently) and the detection device then
emitted a high pitched warning sound, the same in all cases and
places. I suspect a considerable part of this experiment (harassment)
is the integration of a number of technologies, some of which are not
very familiar. There would be a number of radars to see through the
wall, detail my profile, others to pick out my identifying features
such as dental work, the orientation of my head in real-time,
possibly picking up the dental implants, as well as the lasers (known
to me by facial strikes) and masers, magnetic energy pulses. Also
important are the location of all metal objects as these seem to be a
ready source of magnetic radiation. (I have seen many pulses coming
from metal surfaces).
Its
my supposition that these harassors are attempting to develop a model
of human biomagnetics which will account for all sources of change,
environment and food intake. This would explain why all major grocers
I frequent dispatch a copy of my grocery bill to some destination,
why they cluster around me and purchase the same items I do at
farmers markets, why the lights momentarily blink each time I visit
the bathroom, why some food products dissapear of the grocery store
shelves after I purchase them and the reason for being shanghaied
into hospital to endure 5 months of simple and bland food. The reason
for being contained in a constant high magnetic field is to enhance
the ability of the remote monitoring equipment. There must be some
kind of neurological effect that they are wishing to accomplish also
which accounts for why they stiffed me with a condition (the faux
psychosis diagnosis) for which my stimulants for ADD are
contra-indicated. The stimulatnt medications are neurologically
restorative and this somehow interferes with the clinical terrorist's
intended brain ablation-regrowth cycle.
My
notion of being a biomagnetic modelling subjects is speculative, but after
spending five useless (to me) months in hospital, the only other
conclusion that I came to was that if the harassors can turn down the
intensity of the magnetic radiation, they can turn it off too. But
they haven't; I suspect that while in there they were attempting to
model my biomagnetic profile by monitoring what I ate or drank. No
end of patients cruised about me when I finished by meal. At least
two of the nearby stores were set up to pass my purchase information
to the harassors. Patients and even some hospital staff chose to
overtly sit or circulate by me for the lamest of reasons. I came to
call them and their kind "clusterers", or in profane
moments, "cluster fuckers" and they are an ubiquitious item
wherever I go. My only relative freedom is when I go running and even
at that they attempted to thwart this once by remotely invoking
injury, and de-energizing me until their harassment software could
sustain irradiative application as I ran. Lately (09-2003) they have
been governing down my running speed, no matter how proficient I have
become.
Summary:
Musings on a Conspiracy (07-2003)
As
I have stated in some of the above sections, I believe these events
to be the result of a conspiracy by a US government agency
undertaking an experiment on a nonconsensual subject (me) in concert
with an employer (a US company, JEZ) and nearly all my quisling
friends and family. The few friends that don't phone or respond to my
calls are likely the only ones that did not agree to enjoin in this
travesty. All the rest, including my ex-wife who had much to gain
from casting me into a bad light, are privy to the methods,
objectives and nature of this highly invasive and total harassment.
During this time I can recall at least three nascent relationships
that suddenly ended when the persons did not attend the fitness
classes where we met and conversed.
In
retrospect, I have a notion that this was hatched in fall 1999
begining with the purchased complicity of my parents. After that,
everyone else caved in (for monetary inducements) and enjoined in
playing up the faux psychosis diagnosis or otherwise attempted to
diminish or negate my observations to the contrary. I also suspect
that this was a joint Canadian and US project planned well in
advance, and the deficiencies of the laws of one country were
exploited to maximum effect. It is my understanding that there is a
higher burden of proof in the US before one can be legally and
involuntarily commited to hospital. Therefore, the impetus was on
both planned hospitalizations to drive me back to Canada where I
could be commited with a single doctor's signature (in the province
of BC at least). They could then continue their electromagnetic
pummeling (05-2002) or assaying (01 thru 06-2003) while I was
relatively captive in hospital and without my usual resourcefullness
in erecting defenses, even if transitory. This may also explain why
they wanted a Canadian from the TN visa list.
The
clinical community was also full measure in participating, and there
were very few who did not aid or have knowledge of this constant
nightmare I have been thrust into. Even a clinician in Kent WA who is
on public record in stating the existence of nonconsensual testing in
the US had his chain jerked in advance of my visit (in my
estimation), and I repeatedly had to stop him from delving into the
diversionary ADD component of my clinical history. Though to his
credit and my detriment, my Victoria GP bailed out on me,citing the
ludicrous excuse that my case was "too complicated". There
are some, albeit few, doctors that did not want to enjoin in innocent
citizen harassment.
I
suspect that the offer of employment by JEZ in Seattle was the
beginning of remotely induced dysfunction and mood depressing
irradiation (likely both laser and magnetic). There were many work
related lead ups to the April 15 2002 event of course, but in
reflecting on BT's actions, I suspect he was the window into how all
their operatives were doing (in my opinion) and the nature of my
family associations. When I reflect on it, and I believe that I even
confided to someone at the time, I always thought he seemed
"conflicted". My move to Seattle from Everett diminished
the relationship with Ms. C, but she was artfully substituted with an
ADD person, Ms. L.
It
is clear to me that both Ms. C and L. were both planted infiltrators
to extract more information from me, and to guide and set up events
that served both the experimental and harassment objective. In both
cases there were unwarranted and unsettling disagreements that blew
up and prevented the relationship from deepening. It should be noted
that the clinical terrorists gained considerable clinical response
information from events described above as Ms. L and I shared our
clinical tribulations in great detail. We would each supply the other
with the needed "starch" to upbraid our respective, and
frustrating, doctors in advance of appointments.
Ms.
L (my ADD companion) bailed out on me when the first apartment
intrusion happened April 15, 2002. Although Ms. C was front and
center in setting me up for the April 15 apartment invasion by sowing
fear, uncertainty and doubt (FUD), I continued my on/off relationship
with Ms. C until recently (06-2003). It is very likely that the
harassment terrorists planted positive images of her such that I
resumed the relationship even though I did not fully trust her any
more. She also engaged in emotional trashing at times, and was a
constant sandbag to my analysis in developing any kind of unified
theory on the events I have experienced above (with abridgements). I
became extremely tired of her constant promotion of my (faux)
psychosis diagnosis and having to re-play every detail of the whole
story in order to convince her (again and again) of it's likelihood.
This technique of designed "fact lapses" amongst those who
ought to have a concern about my wellbeing was played to great effect
amongst a number of the quislings (parents, brother etc.). I repeat,
they just don't care, if they were willing to enjoin in this
treachery which has now run for 4 years (09-2003) and not explain it
when I ask.
Summary:
Technical Observations/Harassment Techniques (07-2003)
While
this is not a complete list, here are my speculations as to the
technical elements that are contributing to my ongoing harassment and
speculations on the nature of the technology that makes it possible.
Remote
Brain Monitoring and Dithering
In
reflecting on my state and the ever increasing dysfunction that was
partially ameliorated by stimulant medication, it seems to me that
the Harassaratzi have the means to remotely induce various states of
mental dysfunction. This can vary from inducing a depressive trend to
the point of suicidality, an profound absence of estimating and/or
awareness of time passing, forgetfulness, agitation, heightened
anxiousness, being totally zoned out -there but completely unaware,
thought stuck, and even klutzy. They can even induce the sensation of
particular smells without any normal cause. From my experience, they
are operational masters at this, and can invoke these and other
states of mental dysfunction in a targetted individual with relative
ease. I was aware of the more egregious aspects at the time of
inducement, where others were long term trends and I now know only in
hindsight. It is positively alarming that this kind of power over
individuals exists and that anyone can be targeted without a clue of
its occurrence.
PC
hacking
It
goes without saying that this was a method from the get go. I always
pondered why my PC, identical to that of my boss, BT, often crashed
due to memory failure. Most of the persistent hacking was on my home
PC, and even now, getting the Event viewer to write to viewable files
cannot be done. This also occurred at work on networked PC. They can
even hack into a PC even if not on a network through the AC power
lines I suspect -I have seen the Event Logs, and from what I can make
out, they invoke the Remote Login function, call a particular
authentication package, downgrade the encryption and let themselves
in and run a package to capture password changes. They appear to be
using the WOW, Windows 98 on Windows 2000 (or later) so they have
their own operable area and do not share memory addresses with other
native operating systems (Windows 2000) . There have been some
strange changes that are not by my hand, and no one else uses my
computer. They can invoke sudden crashes if one is browsing a web
site they don't approve of. They have invoked all manner of barriers
to enabling printing; broken printer, stolen driver software,
supplying incorrect driver software, and disabling the function of
printer driver setup. My "friends" broke the seal on my
Linux CD set and to no suprise, it too was hacked.
Object Asymmetry
There
is something about many objects in my orbit where the harassors
simply must vandalize it such that one side is immediately unique
from the other. They gouged my vehicle on one side, removed the
reflective patch on my running pants on one side, scratched up my
Gargoyle sunglass on one lens, and cracked my watch crystal remotely
with a magnetic pulse on one side. Eventually they broke both my
watches by remote means because they both had metal mesh watch bands.
Moving
objects
The
Harassaratzi don't like items rolling around in my vehicle as I
travel, nor any kind of exterior movement such as flapping molding
rubber. They have directly or remotely moved things in my car in my
absence to ensure that there are less objects that have motion near
me. They seemed to have a tough time with my silk scarf that had long
tassels that blew about in the weather.
Remote
Object Manipulation
As
described above, these harassment terrorists have means to remotely
move objects. I have seen my venetian blinds part unbidden, my door
move within it's frame, a rug move along the floor etc. I suspect my
missing wallet in 1999 was the result of them moving it out of my
pocket while I was seated in the movie. That my coat landed on a
burning candle when I didn't place it there (above, Ms. C) was
another clever trick. Most times its a gratuitous annoyance, but on
one occasion they attempted to cause my steel banded watch to fall
into the toilet. (I snatched it just in time). I have seen them
remotely move my thumb onto a jagged piece of metal that I was
holding, cause a small cut, and then return the thumb to it's
original position all within less than a quarter second. Another of
their favorite games is monitoring one on a computer, and when a
substantial body of work has been done, they remotely manipulate a
finger keystroke blunder and poof, all the work is lost. Another is
to cause both hands to separate from the steering wheel while
driving, and momentarily one cannot move them back, causing yet
another PDNE. They have a decided dislike of me chewing gum (the jaw
movement causes extraneous biomagnetic fields that their sensors have
difficulty separating from the others) and have on a number of
occasions caused me to bite my tongue or cheek. That it occurs
exactly in the same locations in my mouth indicates that this is
remotely induced, on top of the fact that I have never, ever bit any
location in my mouth for over 40 years.
Electronic
Object Intrusion
It
seems to me that the harassment terrorists have the means to "hack"
into most kinds of electronic objects. My Sony Discman's properties
were modified remotely as the volume was slowly reduced, (and thereby
limiting the magnetic field of the headphones on my head). Then they
decided to kill the volume control altogether and I can only listen
at the set volume of the Line Out jack. I even bought an electronic
pest deterrent device for fun one time, and they hacked into it and
disabled it in 20 minutes.
Any
current-carrying wires, such as for headphones, can be
"electromagnetically-tamed" and governed such that they
don't perturb any other electromagnetic fields from other nearby
sources. Time after time, I have seen the external probe gaussmeter
lead wire incur a widely different reading when uncoiled than coiled.
The latter case has a higher reading owing to the greater difficulty
of remotely controlling the electromagnetic energy in the lead wire.
Sudden
Guest Appearances
I
don't know for sure how it's done, but there has been someone up in
the attic space in my parent's place when I have been staying there.
The attic entrance is in their room even, but I am positive no one
slipped in and wiggled through the tight space. I heard thumping
going on from the attic space one morning, and my mother, in her
bedroom exclaimed to my father, "he's awake" (meaning me),
and then Attic Man shortly stopped making any noise. This also
confirms that somehow, my parents have a real-time video feed on what
I'm doing and where I am in their house.
No
Privacy for Four+ years
How
else can they protect the complicit when I am amongst them except by
constant monitoring of my finances, possessions, activity and any
other life event. Upon reaching this awful conclusion you can imagine
that a private person like I has found this to be devastating and
utterly enraging.
Object
Quantization and Directed Irradiation
It
appears to me that the criminals can remotely evaluate an object and
cause it to radiate magnetic energy. I have seen gray or white
colored pulses coming off tin cans, paired wires in my car, radiating
vehicle panels, and even from non metallic objects at times. In my
estimation they criminals are capturing the "scalar"
electromagnetic energies and can utilize nearly anything to project a
series of energy pulses toward an identified target (me, likely
assisted by dental implants). See Tom Bearden's site www.cheniere.org
for some explanations including constructs such as altering the
space-time continuum. I don't profess to understand much of what he
says, but there are a number of other researchers outside the Soviet
Union who are troving through the field of "energetics" and
can explain much more than what I have been exposed to. The harassors
especially like objects with magnets in them, e.g. audio speakers,
TV, CRT etc.
Its
been my experience that cathode ray tubes (CRT) and televisions can
be co-opted for the purpose of irradiating someone in the path of its
screen or even for surveillance. More than once I have been rendered
to be feeling extremely ill and tired, only to resolve the problem by
getting up and away from the device.
Surveillance
is Complete
I
am positive the criminals can access much of what I hear and see
remotely by way of neural monitoring. Occasionally, if I select a new
location with significant background electromagnetic energy, such as
under a fluorescent light, they will direct a "standing wave
laser", probably a plasma field, which will be near the item I
am attending to, and I assume that they can read the retina of my
eyes to see what I see.
Its
my experience that the criminals can hack into the AC wiring system
and see into a building through TV's, cathode ray tubes or any
lighted control panel. A co-worker at JEZ did not give me a free
television for altruistic reasons, it was a surveillance object. Most
often it is common household objects that are co-opted for
surveillance. A shiny stainless steel kettle, given to me by Ms. L is
a perfect object to reflect the magnetic pulse fields for
surviellance, as are loud speakers, or any other convex or concave
reflective shape.
Occasionally,
once one has moved in, they will drill the walls with some kind of
very thin optical fibre that creates a weevil-like microholes in the
plaster. The fibre will sometimes project from the hole but it will
be very quickly retracted should I happen to see it.
Every
night-time, though I'm sure it occurs around me in the day-time, my
bedroom is filled with laser pulses chattering back and forth (red
and green), point sources of light (white and bluish) and often with
partial room illuminating microflashes. On occasion, when the
laser/maser power level is improperly set, a pulse will cause
immediate pain, and from that, they turn down the power level to
tolerable amounts. The shear complexity of running all these light
sources and their communication astounds me, and at time scares me as
to the immensity of the endeavor in which I find myself as the
nonconsensual centerpiece. Invarialbly they take 3 to 4 weeks to fine
tune their suveillance and harassment activities in the three places
I have lived when I knew they were onto me. One reason is that they
need to find out what places I frequent the most, and then fine tune
their irradiative and surveillance devices.
Pollution
of all Friends and Family
As
indicated above, my wretched parents are party to this travesty and
are the lead players in capitulating and creating a cascade of
quislings among my trusted friends. Since that betrayal of four years
ago, other friends who I have recently re-aquainted with on my return
to Victoria have also been "intercepted" and apprised of my
personal nightmare, and consequently treat me like a leper.
Cluster
Fuckers
One
of the most exasperating aspects of this personal hell is the appearance of "cluster fuckers" or followers everywhere in
public I go. The number of people in public who
accidentally-on-purpose turn into me, get in my path, collide or
otherwise loiter around me is outrageous and constant. Sometimes they
are in place before I get to frequented locations, but are almost
always detectable for reasons that I won't divulge here. Vehicle
travel is similarly fraught with followers who just have to have
their headlights in one of my rear view mirrors and will move their
vehicle in direct response should I adopt a new driving posture that
eliminates their headlight reflection from my sight. There are also
an incredible number of on-coming vehicles with bright headlights,
more than normal. My theory is that they are attempting to lock my
eyes in on a low level laser network, an infrastructure unknown to me
before this blanket of wretchedness descended.
I
cannot prove it, but its been my experience in dealing with a number
of the family quislings that they seem to be able to develop answers
or form questions that is normally outside their level of expertise
or understanding, and yet they keep going breezily from topic to
topic. For the longest time I thought it was by way of some kind of
common cleverness that infected everyone but me. Upon careful
observation it occured to me that they must be receiving a visual
text message to support them in their statements, as they have more
access to facts than they do ordinarily and they artfully skip over
topics where they are not doing too well.
Summary:
Health (07-2003)
As
I indicated above, I believe that I am constantly encapsulated in a
magnetic field of some 200+ Gauss. Since 10-2002 I have incurred many
more zits on my face and my hair and nail growth has increased by a
third. Some skin infections have occured, and are very difficult to
heal.
In
terms of mental function I feel as good as I did 10 years ago, and
slowly it has dawned on me that the dysfunction of exacerbated
Attention Deficit Disorder of the past four years has been remotely
induced. Not only is this kind of remote dithering apalling, it is
the means to control people and slowly render them down as if it was
an organic condition to the point of inducing their suicide.
Summary:
Conclusion (09-2003)
Now
that the intense laser/maser strikes have been lessened (Laser
Lashing, above), apparently in response to me demanding that my
mother "end this nightmare now", the degree of harassment
is relatively low. There are insistent crawling sensations in or
around my eyes, testicles and head as well as a mild stinging
laser/maser to my eyes, feet or right thigh. One thing that makes me
concerned is that sexual function has not returned with better mental
function. Other than that, my life is a whole lot better than the
constant driving head pain of last year. But still, I am a
nonconsensual test subject and whatever they have in mind is
something that no one would ordinarily agree to in advance. The size
of this project, the degree of resources and their coordination, the
24x7 irradiation and the thousands (by now) of cluster fuckers,
followers and their ilk just astounds me as to what the importance of
the objective is. But I am still driven to extreme annoyance; often
after I go out in public and return thoroughly "cluster fucked".
There are many, many occasions when I simply "lose it"
after been cut out from former friendships and irradiated by way of
the lesser symptoms noted above. I cannot trust anyone in my midst,
and I cannot get any answers to what is being done to me.
To
say that I am utterly outraged and exasperated beyond any limits of
measure and tolerance is an understatement. That I am attempting to
deal with a 40 year problem of Attention Deficit Disorder with
depression, anxiety and cognitive problems matters not one whit to
the state sponsored clinical terrorists that jumped on my back four
years ago. And I surmise that my family, and my closest friends who
were all converted to the criminal cause (i.e. quislings) don't
particularly care one whit either.
To
conclude, I have made two horrendous discoveries;
1)
that supposed democratic countries, US and Canada, can and do select
nonconsenting individuals for experimentation and harassment by
uncommon technologies and then use psychiatric means to discredit
them (as in the former Soviet Union) and
2)
both countries have the means to apply covert and remote means of
operationally applying dithering and debilitation to render anyone
they choose in the guise of an seeming organic condition such as
mental dysfunction to the levels of inducing lack of cognizant action
and even suicide. That the professional clinical communities of both
nations are activists in this endeavor is all the more horrifying to
me.
AJH
(09-01-2003)
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