The Good Fight

Been fighting the good fight, as always. It seems mind control technologies are starting to make the news more and more. Cognotechnology, nanotechnology and biotechnology seem to be part and parcel of this monster, but not suprisingly, with regard to bioethics, I don't see a lot of articles that have much meat to them. When someone does touch on the ethics (or lack thereof) of mind control tech, I notice nothing specific is ever really said. I read a lot of rhetoric. I believe we are already chasing the brooms like Mickey in Fantasia and that hundreds of thousands of people globally are being used in so-called AI fields for things like military, defense and medical uses. I believe it has now bled over into private companies using people for entertainment purposes.

It is interesting to note that the MKULTRA program was indeed a precursor to the satellite based remote mind control and trauma-based conditioning programming that is in place now. Just reading victim's testimonies is enough to make your skin crawl. There IS a definite protocol and methodology used, if one compares victim's testimonies. The sickening realization that comes with this understanding is that we all have brains and we all sleep. When one is asleep and the subconscious is laid bare, any fool with this increasingly-affordable technology can zero in on a victim while they are at their most defenseless. Using hypnosis and sensory immersive virtual-reality mind scenarios to trauma base condition the mind to split, they create the alter personalities that we so sought after in the victims of MKULTRA. These personalities are then trained and named, having distinct personalities that can range from axe-murderer to housewife to 3-year old child.

Here is where the technology gets really frightening.

I have personally experienced this sensory-immersive technology. In fact, Sony holds patents on it, for use in their video games. I have lain on my bed fully awake and felt sensations that run the full gamut. Everything from being hung, bitten, scratched, held down, burnt, stabbed, having a liquid poured on me, having cigarettes ground out on my skin, having my knees broken and the list goes on. I have listened to male and female voices barking out the most depraved and evil things. I have had still images and short movies forced into my mind's eye that are horrifying and as clear as watching a television program. I have been raped and molested, anally, orally and vaginally, in this manner for at least the past 8 years. All of these experiences have been completely forced and against my free will and happen daily. I am not alone. www.mcforum.com has documented testimony of hundreds of other victims who hear the exact same phrases and feel the exact same sensations I hear and feel. Anyone who really wants to learn how far-reaching this nightmare is can Google "mind control" or "thought control victims" and read the experiences from what I estimate to be 1 out of 5 individuals in the world today. I believe soon all of us will be affected.

In 1998 I began to have these experiences, silently. Other things, like hearing loud footsteps on our roof at night, hearing voices masked by the white noise or pink noise of electronic devices, water streams from the faucet and shower and induced emotion such as paranoia or extreme fear. At night, I would wake up in tears, having no memory of any dream, and yet feeling horribly abused and exhausted. My personality began to change. I slowly went from being a normal, intelligent and friendly wife and mother to being irritable and angry all the time. I no longer had any desire to be social at all. I began to be interested in porn all the time and my sex drive increased to huge proportions. I began to have cataplectic attacks of muscle weakness so strong that I would literally drop to the floor. I remember saying to my husband that the person I was becoming was not who I was and that I didnt undestand what was happening, only that I knew it was being forced upon me. I understand now that what was being done to me was trauma based conditioning as I slept. This phenomenon escalated until in January of 2000 I began to "hear" voices.

More to come...

Scary Voodoo

This morning I woke up to a relatively quiet mind and thought possibly it would be an easy day. Instead, I got the overwhelming urge to sleep at 9 am and knew something was going to hit me. I was led through a crazy screen dream where I was being cut with a razor and when I woke up I felt anally raped as usual. It is over and hour since I woke and I still feel anal pain. I finally found Sony's patent on the full immersion sensory technology they have developed for use with their video games. Which proves the tech exists and that so many of us have been used as guinea pigs, either by the government (who I am sure has had this tech in use for decades) or a company like Sony or possibly Sony itself. Who knows? The sickening thing is that along with every negative sensory experience you can imagine, I have to deal daily with the constant verbal abuse which is most depraved in nature. Im tired. I think to myself who in their right mind would assault a single mother with 2 infants, but then I think of Andrea Yates and Tannie Braziel and other victims who have had their minds held hostage and endured torture and terrorism for years. I believe this tech has bled over into the private entertainment industry and that we are being used in mind games, such as role playing games and the like. The media I am sent in my mind's eye (sometimes short movies with credits at the end of them, as if I am watching a feature film at the theater) is usually porn. I've even had pictures of kids being molested flashed in my mind's eye, I've seen friends and seen pictures of friend's family members I've never even met. Sometime's I'm threatened and told I'm going to be "set up" if I talk about this. One voice who threatened me flashed me a picture of my son with a gun in his mouth. My son is only 7 months old.

I think upon closer examination, the sensory input we victims receive is far too specific and deliberate to be passed of as schitzophrenia. I know for a fact a friend of mine has been contacted by some of the people involved. I would write this off as paranoia on my part if he hadn't made it obvious to me that it's the truth. I suppose he has been told some large lies, because this is completely illegal- I mean seriously, the torture and terrorization of American citizens remotely by their own government and/or private companies? In fact, I was shown a woman along with I guess her husband in my mind's eye the other day, as clear as if I were watching television. Here I am sitting with my infant children, about as vulnerable as a person can be, and this woman told me it was a business, her and her husband's business, as if I had a lot of nerve praying for myself and other victims of this holocaust and asking these people to lay down their weapons and put an end to using people's mind's as resources. I mean, how dare I?

Getting Back To The Garden

I finally did make it to church this morning, after months of good intention and not getting there. I wasn't able to go to confession, as the priest was running late, but I did pick up a copy of The Catholic Worker. I am extremely impressed with this organization and suprised I have never heard of them.

"The aim of the Catholic Worker movement is to live in accordance with the justice and charity of Jesus Christ. Our sources are the Hebrew and Greek scriptures, as handed down in the teachings of the Roman Catholic Church, with our inspiration coming from the lives of the saints, "men and women outstanding in holiness, living witnesses to Your unchanging love."

These folks loudly promote a society in which we all live in accordance to the common good, as taught by Christ Himself, while remaining obedient to the Church and dedicated to charity for all. This is in regard to social justice, politics, economics, labor and morals. Are they radicals? I think in the sense that Christianity is radical: a radical conversion from worldly values and ideals in favor of those of Jesus Christ.

"When all the prisoners of the land are crushed under foot,
when human rights are perverted in the presence of the Most High,
when one's case is subverted- Does our God not see it?
My eyes flow with rivers of tears because of the destruction of my people.
My eyes will flow without ceasing, without respite, until God from heaven looks down and sees." Lamentations 3:34-36, 48-50

Good things

Thinking this morning about heroes...one of my favorites has always been Mother Teresa of Calcutta. And I love this poem by Rudyard Kipling:
IF
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run --
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man, my son!

Running on Faith

There is definitely an art to going crazy. Some people do it exceptionally well. Not like the kicking and screaming into madness types, who claw and grab at whatever they suppose reality is and take down whomever they can with them. Not like the quietly mad ones, those that seem on the surface perfectly normal until they decide one day they have had enough and buy a firearm. Im somewhere in the middle, with the ones who know their mad, and still try to stand.

Look Ma, No Brain!

Another day, another 24 hours of harrassment.

My children are almost 7 months. I wonder where they were before they were....
Another gorgeous day in Tennessee. Another sad day thinking of Doug and Scotland. Another day of interior wars and I have no weaponry...These folks are relentless and cruel. If you can program a computer, you can program the human brain. Scary implications but hiding your head in the sand (or in a foil beanie for that matter) doesn't help change the change that is coming.