My Experience

Greedy, sick people with military and defense contractor connections can get you targeted for this sort of experiment.

The problems first began as a weird spaceyness. I initially wrote it off to old age or early Alzheimer’s. Trades I was sure I had made were not posted to my Fidelity accounts. Files and key items mysteriously disappeared. Websites were hacked.

A sweet man showed up to date me, something was amiss. I let him into my life, I needed comfort, love and support. He wasn’t who he pretended to be.

After he left, one day he stopped by to ask if he could take a nap.

He curled up where I slept for exactly one hour. Several nights days later I was awakened in the middle of the night with a pounding head ache.

I felt like I was being blasted by something. I was very disoriented the next day. The symptoms occurred again the next night. Reversing how I slept, putting my feet at the head board end improved it for a while. A large bruise which does not heal appeared above my right ankle at that time.

The headaches and discomfort grew in intensity and frequency and were especially bad days of professional meetings and business engagements. The headaches only occurred when I was at home.

An MRI of my head showed nothing abnormal.

Weird brown permanent discolorations circle both my ankles where I often feel tingling sensations when I am at home.

A lady I’d known for 15 years dropped by unexpectedly one day to say something in my house was making me sick. How would she know?

A business acquaintance appeared to tell me my house would become uninhabitable and I would have to sleep in a Faraday cage. What on earth was he talking about? I thought he was crazy.

He later said my business and my life would be slowly strangled. He said in a digital world anything and everything could be hacked. Sadly many of his statements eventually proved true.

A fire of indeterminate origin burned the house next door the day after the owners left for a three week trip to China. One side of my home was badly singed, my power and utility lines were completely fried. It took two months to repair them.

I moved into a garage apartment on a remote ridge owned by an old friend.

I was fine for a while and made great progress on my book.

Then I started waking up with the mysterious pounding headaches, a feeling of being blasted and the disorientation again.

One morning I woke up late very groggy and disoriented. My scalp was burning and extraordinarily painful, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. What could cause this?

The pain was worse when I was close to electrical lines. Over time I gradually found ways to deactivate many of the painful scalp spots.

When I moved back home it was clear something was aimed at my house or had been installed in it that caused painful tingling on exposed skin, headaches and disorientation when it was turned on.

Days people visited the burned out ruins next door were beautiful, the discomfort device was turned off.

As soon as they left it was turned back on again. The difference was immediate and dramatic.

The owners left the burnt ruins standing next door for over a year until my calls to the City of Atlanta finally forced them to clear the site.

I began to live and work elsewhere. I tried to limit the time I spent at home to no more than two hours whenever the device was turned on. If I stayed too long, the head aches were worse and it took much longer to recover and regain mental acuity.

Kauffman Tire took all afternoon to install four new tires on my ‘96 Acura Integra. As soon as I drove out I knew why.

Something had been installed in my car to cause headaches and pain in the back of my head. Tin foil on the headrest did not help, clear rubber mats did, it may have been an acoustical device.

A staged collision totaled my ‘96 Acura in December 2005. Zone 2 officers from the Atlanta Police Department were on site but did not file a police report. My file with the driver’s contact information was stolen from my home.

Intruders were able to bypass my home security system. Computers, business equipment and printers were repeatedly sabotaged, key client files stolen, favorite tee shirts slashed, clothing stained.

Shampoo and contact lens fluid in my bathroom were contaminated so they burned when I used them, old bottles in my gym bag worked fine.

Police and law enforcement agencies discounted crime reports I filed.

The list goes on and on, I’ll stop here.

Why Not Move? The devices can be wired into a car, they can probably be wired into a home quickly too. Moving may not stop it.

I’d spend time and money moving only to have it reoccur. I’ve lived in my home 28 years, it will take weeks in the house being zapped to pack and time from my work. Where do I move to? Where is it safe?

Sleeping Safety – Being assaulted while sleeping in a supposedly safe place, owned by a friend and guarded by a large dog, changes your perspectives. I was zapped and stuff was stuck in my scalp. I don’t want to make it easy for it to happen again.

~ August 2007 ~

For a few beautiful days early this summer the disorienting device in my home was turned off, I hoped the contract had expired.

Then the blasting came back stronger and more powerful. Now if I stay in my house more than a few hours the headaches and disorientation are more severe and it takes longer to recover after I leave.

The blasting gets especially bad if I turn on my electric keyboard to practice singing hymns for Sunday service. Strange.

I have slept in my car every night for the past eighteen months.

I park in high traffic areas with security cameras and lots of all night activity. I have to do this despite owning a cute little Buckhead bungalow with lots of equity.

The new high security locks I installed in my home after another of my company tee shirt was slashed Mother’s Day seem to be keeping the intruders out for now.

I get no email responses from my web sites, personal contacts or the many yellow twelve secrets cards I had out freely. Weird things keep happening, my email is being hacked and filtered.

Despite all this, I am far stronger, smarter and more determined than ever before. Outwardly I appear to live a normal life. The secret is to turn all the bad breaks into blessings.

I finished a book I’d been working on for the past several years November, 2006. I’d published another on a different topic November, 2005 the year of the fire next door.

I’ve been far more successful than anyone, myself included, would have ever imagined given what has happened.

These problems must be behind me before I begin a new chapter of my life. I need a refuge, some safety, some time.

There are good reasons to return to New York soon. It will force the players onto different ground, they will have to reveal themselves to new people, perhaps I’ll be outside of their reach. There is help there.

The new Bourne Ultimatum movie has just come out.

I want my life and my house back, I want the evil and insanity to end, I want to get back to my work. I will take the risks and fight the fight to end this. No one’s children or grandchildren are safe until this technology is made public, the programs stopped and detection and defenses against it are developed.

There are people with insights and information who can help me, they will be protected. Give me what I need. I’ve already shown who I am and what I can and will do. Don’t stand silently leaving your loved ones at risk. Help me get this stopped.

Pray for them and pray for me, we all need your prayers.