This addendum speaks of my history and current experiences as a TI (targeted individual), as well as other aspects of my life, by our government and military. I hope many will view this and learn about the atrocities that are being committed within the United States, at this time. Torture of American citizens has been going on for decades and is finally coming to light. We, the victims, need your help to eliminate the Perps’ (perpetrators) activities and perhaps bring the guilty parties to justice.
The torture I speak of is quite technical and involves the collaboration of our government and military forces. These atrocities have led to countless “murders,” which are formally documented as and believed to be suicides. Such actions are committed through the use of what is considered to be nonlethal weaponry, with the utilization of subliminal implanted posthypnotic suggestions and scripts, and in additional activities commonly referred to as gang stalking and street theater. These atrocities, ladies and gentlemen, are what we also commonly refer to as mind control.
The subliminal posthypnotic scripts are accomplished by using acoustically delivered and phonetically accelerated posthypnotic commands without somnambulistic preparation in the subject for intelligence and counterintelligence applications by the NSA (United States National Security Agency), as well as other governmental branches, such as the CIA and DOD and the military.
As a counter intelligence matter, this so-called nonlethal weaponry is used on foreign and domestic diplomats, spies, and citizens to identify intelligence operations; scope, participants, communication methods, and weaknesses in individuals, systems, equipment, or signals that can be exploited. Additional applications include misinformation dissemination, confusing and confounding leaders during critical decision moments, distorting significance of various facts to sway decisions and actions in US favor, behavioral modification of foreign spies to betray their loyalties, self initiated executions (suicides).
Nearly microscopic electronic surveillance devices that collect and transmit encrypted audio, color video, and location coordinates collected at the subject site to GOVERNMENTAL ENTITIE’S Satellites that in turn forward it to GOVERNMENTAL ENTITIES central intelligence operations and military. The devices also receive encrypted audio scripts from GOVERNMENT ENTITIES central intelligence operations through the satellites and deliver it to the subject's site in the form of a subliminal posthypnotic suggestion. These devices are approximately the size of the head of a straight pin and can be concealed in houses, offices, automobiles, planes, and street corners. Therefore, a victim, or what they define as prisoner, hears “voices,” and are seemingly psychotic and classified as such by society.
In addition to the ability to see and hear what is going on inside people's homes, vehicles, and businesses through the use of nearly microscopic digital surveillance technology, the GOVERNMENTAL ENTITIES are able to interrogate and influence a person subconsciously without the knowledge or consent of the subject.
This is all accomplished through MIND CONTROL and my symptoms are:
· Microwave hearing
· Transmission of specific commands into the subconscious
· Inject words, numbers into brain via electromagnetic radiation waves
· Manipulation of emotions
· Reading thoughts remotely
· Causing pain to any nerve of the body.
· Seeing, as in a camera, through your eyes, i.e. to see what you see exactly
· Control of sleep patterns.
· Computer-brain interface, control and communication
· Complex control of the brain such as retrieving memories, implanting personalities
· Previously gang stalking
· Previously street theater
These symptoms, as well as others, can be studied at http://www.mindjustice.org/symptoms.htm.
What is also mentioned, on this web page, is their relationship with our military and if they have been proven yet. I will focus my attention on those that I have been personally been afflicted with, those I have mentioned.
Let me give you a brief history of myself. I was born in Washington DC, in 1964. I went through 15 different schools before I graduated high school, due to my father being contracted, with the military. My family is conservative, devout Catholics and very dysfunctional. My siblings consist of one older brother and 2 older sisters, one that was afflicted by the same technologies as a child through an adult, who believes it was aliens – that is strictly propaganda! She was led to believe this so she would appear psychotic to society. She is now just monitored by her Perps.
Anyway, I grew up as second best to my sister, since she was “sick.” I lived through a lot of though times, being emotionally abused by her, as well as my father, for she was his pet. But in the end, she told me she did it because she was jealous of me and apologized as an adult. Nothing can take away the scars left by her and my father. And now, as an adult, I’m being emotionally abused, as well as tortured yet again.
In the summer of 1996, in August to be specific, I had the bull by the horns. I was I year away from obtaining my Bachelor of Science degree, in Accounting, had a job as a bookkeeper, at a credit union with advancement opportunity, had a brilliant and very beautiful 9-year old daughter that I lovely dearly, as well as a fiancé who I would marry within a year’s time. I lived in a beautiful apartment with a gorgeous garden that I had created with my own hands. My credit rating was grade A and I was eligible to buy a home. Everything was so wonderful – I had all my ducks in a row, or so I had thought…
My “dear” fiancé, began to be physically and emotionally abusive to me. Now that I look back, I wish I had been able to read between the lines… Now I know that he was insecure, with himself, and also had something to hide. I had only been with him for six months and living with him for two. It was during the two months time of living together that terrible things started to happen. The first thing I noticed, which subsequently brought about the abuse, was the actions of my daughter, who had become extremely withdrawn.
Jessica, my daughter, started wearing 2-3 shirts at a time. I asked her why this was and she wouldn’t answer me. At this time, in the back of my mind, I remembered an Oprah show that talked about the signs of child molestation. I realized this could be the cause. So I asked her if Dave, my fiancé, had done anything to her – very delicately and in such a way she wouldn’t know what I was talking about if nothing had happened to her. She appeared flush and stammered no.
I was terribly worried. I began investigating… I came to find out the knob on her bedroom door handle was broken. The lock on the handle just turned in circles. This was a wakeup call to me, and even though Dave was my first suspicion, I had no evidence. He was the newest member that had entered our lives and none of this happened prior to our moving in with him. I approached him when he got home from work and told him about Jessica and her 3 shirts. He seemed as cool, as a cucumber, although later that was the first night he physically threatened me.
I ended up spending the whole night on the bathroom floor, crying hysterically, since my bubble had just burst. My seemingly perfect world was not so perfect, after all. We were just about to move into our next apartment and everything seemed to have fallen apart. I was not so confident in myself any more. In two days time, we moved into a beautiful apartment. There is one thing you should know. I had no where else to go at the time or so I thought. Didn’t know anything about domestic crisis shelters and I knew my dad wouldn’t help. He would blame me for the mess. So we moved.
We had just moved into the apartment and my daughter’s futon/bunk bed was not put together yet; we had planned on doing so the next morning. Everything that had transpired was still fresh in my mind, no matter how Dave was behaving – like nothing had happened and all the “I love you’s,” etc. It really was like nothing had ever happened.
I didn’t know what I should or could do. Didn’t know who could help me. Was totally ignorant, of such situations… You see, I’ve never dealt with child molestation (that happens to other people) and I had never dealt with an abusive relationship before. Didn’t know how to act… So I went to my friend, Shauna’s house that day, for support. Unfortunately, this was the worse thing I ever could have done and to this day, am totally blindsided.
We’ll get back to that. Any way, the next day was Saturday and Dave was supposed to put the bed together. He hemmed and hawed about it, but I convinced him that it needed to be done. After about ½ hour, I entered Jessica’s bedroom to see how things were coming along. The bed frame was together, but the futon mattress was partially in the closet. I went to grab the futon to help put it on the bottom bunk, when I noticed a wet, white substance on the mattress. I asked Jessica what it was. She looked scared! My wheels started turning and my thoughts went back to the 3 shirts… I was terrified! I asked Dave what it was. He said the dog must have done it… I believed it to be from ejaculation. That was my fear. What else could it be? She hadn’t eaten in her room and we didn’t even have any food in the house anyway. We had just moved.
What did I do? Why did I do it? To prevent the argument that was beginning, I obediently took off the mattress cover and brought it to my parents to be washed… I washed away the evidence! Can you believe that? Why did I do it? I have no idea to this day. Think it may have to do with his control other me, at the time and my fear of him. Don’t know.
Subsequently, I went over to Shauna’s house. AGAIN THIS IS THE WORST THING I EVER COULD HAVE DONE AND YOUR ABOUT TO FIND OUT WHY! I told her what had transpired and she mentioned how her daughter had been molested by her boyfriend’s daughter, in the bath tub. This definitely upset me, since I was so uninformed about such things. She spoke of wanting to send her 3-year old daughter to her father, in Texas, but wasn’t sure about it. THIS IS WHEN I MADE THE WORST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE!
I inadvertently mentioned to Shauna how my daughter never got to meet her father before he died. I blamed myself, although I never disparaged Bob, Jessica’s father, to her and hadn’t prevented them from seeing each other. But I still felt guilty because I never tried to mend the situation. Shauna thought about it and said she didn’t want that to happen to her daughter. She, at this time I guess, firmly decided to let her daughter go visit her father out of state.
Well, guess what happened??? He never sent her back! He refused to. Shauna never told me this. I never knew. BUT she blamed me for giving her that advice. I’m not even really sure if it was advice, but she took it as such. Shauna is the reason for my torture. She was, although at the time I didn’t know it, besieged by the Perps. She convinced her Perps to trade me for her somehow, to get me back.
She set me up. Plain and simple. She, a year or two ago, admitted this to me. It wasn’t until last year that I even knew that she heard “voices.” It was like a bomb went off! I felt such guilt, but I also felt pure, furious anger toward her. She never let me know. I could have taken a credit card and went to Texas with her to get her daughter back! Why would she do this to me? Why me I thought? Why not Frank, her ex? He is the one who kept her daughter!
Before I even had an idea what was about to happen, I was busy taking my daughter to a psychologist and secretly contacted the local police department. During this time there was a particular day that I’ll never forget. I went to take a shower, but was nervous about leaving my daughter in Dave’s presence while I was showering. So after I quickly showered, I left the shower on. I got dressed and slowly and quietly opened the bathroom door. What I saw shocked me. Dave and Jessica were standing in the living room, hands clasped together and kissing! I couldn’t believe it! I shouted, “What are you doing?” Dave denied kissing her and said I was crazy. I really believed I must be going crazy with all the suspicions.
There was another day when we went to Walmart, in Dave’s truck. When we got out of Walmart, I got into the middle. (Dave had just unlocked the passenger side door). I had a weird feeling and I suddenly turned to the right… Dave was touching her rear and she was smiling! This just wasn’t right! Everything I had heard about child molestation concerned kids that didn’t like it, not kids that encouraged the perpetrator. Dave and I argued on the way home. I said I know what I saw and asked him why. He denied it of course, and started pushing his body into mine in the truck. A cop happened to be following behind us and saw what was happening.
The cop pulled us over in front of our apartment. He asked me what had happened. Never a victim of physical/domestic violence before, I told the truth. How was I to know he would get arrested for simply pushing into me? Dave was arrested for domestic violence, right then and there. The look of hate he gave me is still in my mind. Jessica’s look of confusion is still there too. She couldn’t understand why the police were taking him away.
That night, Monica, Dave’s ex-wife called me. She was still in love with the jerk. She told me of two things: How he had been accused of molesting a 3-year old girl at their house and how he had buried a woman’s body in the desert. She scared me to death! I asked her what she did about the molestation accusation and she said she kicked the mother and daughter out of the house and told them never to return. –Had to get this man away from us and out of our lives for good.
What had transpired was within 3 weeks of suspecting Dave of molesting my daughter, I had contacted the police and eventually kicked his butt out. Nothing ever came of it. He had an excellent job working for a government contractor and was very believable to another male – the cop – and everything was brushed under the rug. Jessica and I were never to get justice. Correspondently and unbeknownst to me, Shauna and the “voices” had been working together to set a plan into action.
Before Dave left, I heard him say two things in the bedroom. One was, “But I thought she liked it” and the other was “I thought you knew and it was OK.” Now I realize he may never have said these things aloud. The “voices” used his voice and made me hear it. Later I found their famous for doing that. I loved him but was happy he was finally gone, after all that had transpired. But I had to pick up the pieces. Not an easy task for someone that felt like the proverbial deer in the headlights…
Next came the loss of my job. A fellow employee said to me, out of the blue one day, that you said, “You didn’t like so-n-so. You said she was a bitch.” I so wondered where that came from… later after losing 15 jobs in total, I came to realize the voices had to have said it on my behalf. I was soon to be fired, due to a bad attitude…
Due to the hearing of the voices, and not realizing it was coming from my head at the time, I purchased a video camera, listening devices, you name it I purchased it! Soon my savings were going, as well as my daughter’s college money… I was broke and my credit turned to crap. I couldn’t pay my rent any more, my bills, nothing!
My next door neighbor, a gentleman (huh!) called Ray, would run out of his house with a bag every time I looked through my peephole, when I was hearing voices outside the door. I believe he was trying to make me believe he had a listening device in the bag. I never took the bait… Until one night I returned from going out and he was outside wearing a wig. Another supposed male neighbor came up to me and punched me in the face. I was so surprised and started crying. I unlocked my front door and ran into the house. I dialed 911. I told the operator what had transpired and she said she would send an officer.
I saw the lights of the car outside and then opened the front door. I ran to the officer and described what had happened. He proceeded to handcuff me. I asked him why… He said because I had broken the next door neighbor’s front window! I was crazed at that point! I had not gone anywhere near the window. They took me to the local police station and put me in a holding cell.
I proceeded to try to talk to the officers and tell my story. They said that was crazy and shut the door. I screamed from the cell that I hadn’t broken the window and I was telling the truth, the whole time hearing such things like bitch, slut, cunt, etc. coming from their office. Because apparently I was behaving unruly, they took me to Bisbee to the county jail, where I was put in another holding cell. I kept yelling and showing my indignation and they decided to keep me there all night… I kept hearing them talking about me and calling me atrocious names from the lobby area. I couldn’t understand why they would do so and wouldn’t even listen to me.
I was kept in over night and released to my father the next day, charged with criminal damage. When I returned to my house, it was empty. My sister and her boyfriend had helped me move all my furniture, since I had been evicted. As we pulled up, I noticed the next door neighbor’s door was open and he was sitting in the living room with his wife, smiling. (Another tactic, to set me off again). I just went into my apartment and shut the door.
I had to move from my little paradise to a shabby trailer park. The day of moving, I finally realized that the voices were coming from my head…. I was sitting on an empty floor in my apartment, when I heard a voice say, “Look at her clit!” I embarrassedly looked around and realized it couldn’t have been coming from anywhere but my head. There was nothing left in the apartment to hide any kind of device… It was the scariest moment of my life! Next I heard, “Slut!” (The first of, many millions of derogatory words, to come my way over the next 14 years.)
So I left behind my beautiful apartment, broke, had to quit college, unemployed, without my child for the first time and totally disillusioned. What was happening to me? And why? What had I done? I was speechless and scared to death. I entered my trailer, with all the boxes piled high and astray, not sure what to do. I reopened the door and sat on the steps and the next thing I heard was, “Slut! Look at that clit,” and felt sensations in my private parts. Filled with embarrassment, I ran inside, although the voices, for now on, went anywhere I went, nonstop to this day.
Never a moment’s peace… My daughter hid what had happened to her, because somehow they made her feel embarrassed and dirty. She stayed with my parents for a year, while I jumped through the Child Protective Services hoops, and started seeing a psychiatrist eventually. My daughter had to see a psychiatrist too, although they said that what I happened to her had never happened. She had become a consummate liar, for which I couldn’t blame her for. After all, her mother was crazy now, wasn’t she? She was returned to me in a little over a year, with hatred for me in her eyes…
It’s been 14 years, 15 jobs, 2 bankruptcies, although I finally got my Bachelor’s degree in Accounting beyond all belief, a homeless shelter and now in my 7th home. They haven’t changed; I’m still plagued with everything horrible they can throw at me… Did I forget to mention the chronic pain for 3 years and almost dying on the operating table?
I had a perforated colon, which turned into peritonitis, where one organ explodes and dirties all the other organs and you die. But I barely made it to the hospital and awoke after emergency surgery, with a colostomy bag… I had to poop in a bag so my large colon would heal.
My surgeon, a wonderful woman by the way, had no explanation as to what happened to me, no formal diagnosis. I believe it was caused by concentrated EMF (Electromagnetic Frequency) waves by a plasma weapon, tested on me for reasons I can not explain. Several targeted individuals have had similar circumstances.
Anyway, there’s a lot more where this came from, but it would take 6 months for me to get it together. I’d like to publish what I have written thus far, as an addendum to an affidavit, for the purposed of initiating a class action law suit, against the government. There really is a lot more to the story, but I find it hard to collect my thoughts and put it to paper. I believe that I’ll actually go back and read what I’ve divulged soon enough and I intend to add more. I also believe that what I have shared with you is enough to start a law suit, for which I seek financial recovery.
Akamai Technologies link to the DOD
This article displays the relationship between our DOD and an IT company called Akamai Technologies, who are worldwide... It might surprise you to know 99% of TIs (targeted individuals are being hacked by Akamai Technologies. It is my belief it is due to an arrangement with the Department of Defense and our military.
Please read the article and let me know what you think. Its obvious there's a connection. If you would like to view several examples, of Akamai haking into our TIs' computers, please request such with a legitimate email address. I'll be happy to supply you with such irrefutable information.
IMPORTANT: Before beginning steps below, have at least one Internet Explorer window open at all times. This is how Akamai (as well as through Yahoo! Messenger and AIM) hacks into your computer.
In order to determine if Akamai Technologies is hacking into your computer, please visit http://www.karenware.com and look to the left at the hyperlink that says "free programs." After accessing the download page, go down to:
Nov 29, 2003 1.3.4 LAN Monitor Monitor your computer's connections to other computers (on your LAN, and on the Internet). See real-time traffic statistics
Download executable file to your desktop and install. In XP, open up "Karen's Lan Monitor" by clicking "Start," "All Programs," "Karen's Power Tools," then click on "Karen's Lan Monitor." Under the connections tab, check off "remote computer names," then press the "display" button. If Akamai is on the list, voila! They are hacking you for the government.
Jill AKA Angel