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Some Facts About Shielding Against Covert Ultrasonic and Microwave Attacks a Targetted Individual Needs to Know

For my avid readers, the fact I have maintained a clear head through the years that I have been a Targetted Individual fighting this war with a pen must be very evident. It is in fact not just the mind that I have managed to preserve using the methods I have learned along the way, but all the other major organs as well.
Apart from my face that I never protect because I harbour an unrealistic fear society will consider me to have one or other challenge, that nornally only looks proper when I emerge from the faraday cage in the morning, but gets into a state after exposure to microwave and ultrasonic bombarment due largely to the fact it is closest to the brain, the organ prioritised in directed energy attacks, the rest of my body does not deviate as much from the norm.
I have the shields I constantly wear, and others I sleep within, to thank for my good mental and physical state. I also have the fact I learned of what works and what does not to thank for avoiding taking the bad advice about shielding that is out there. I am as sure as it gets that it is the shields that have preserved my body and soul because of first hand experience of the effects and also because I can always test the knowledge. Whenever I go out without the shields, whenever I sleep without them, I get assailed like my perps are trying to make up for lost opportunity. Afterwards, I find myself in a state, nursing subdermal injuries all over my body, linear pains in regions leading to major organs such as the heart, the brains, kidneys, and some more.
Whenever I get exposed to harm, I ensure I eat as well as my budget allows, then dodge behind the cover of my better shields, allowing my body to repair the damage before venturing out again. How well this works, how fast the repair is done tells me how good that particular shield is.
Shields are absolutely vital to a target's mental and physical health. It does not matter how flimsy they are, and in some instances whether they are grounded or not. It is better to surround yourself with some shielding rather than be completely without, especially during the most vulnerable period of sleep, when you are not mobile. This is the time when perps attack the most knowing all is layed out. They can isolate individual organs, take aim and time causing the damage that will lead to incapacitation or death.
The best shields cost money and will be beyond your reach if you are a priority target. Your perps will have strict instructions to foil anything that could lead you to funds. I am a good example of a TI who is being prevented from getting the money or other items that could eventually gain me the funds that I can use to change how I fare under the circumstances, and also a good example of the difference that flimsy shields make to the survival prospects of a targeted individual.
Let me cut to the chase by listing below the things you should know about shields, the conventional advice you should ignore and why, and the shields you are advised to use when out and about. You cannot live forever in a faraday cage, or any other kind of protected space, after all.
Shields Against Radio Frequency Attacks

Faraday Cage The cheapest and, for some lifestyles, most readily available materials for use in shielding from dynamic, self perpetuating energies or radio freuencies (RF) include aluminium foil and wire mesh. These two are readily available, usually from the nearest retail outlets. They are easy to put together but require hard work to ensure they are safe. This is because they are easily perforated by heavy attacks. One has to constantly check for holes and, in the case of wire mesh, rusting that takes from the shieding potential. When used in a faraday cage construction, they are only good in layers. I have found that upwards of 2 (two) layers of wire mesh offers sufficient protection, while 6 (six) or more is good enough with aluminium foil. More layers are required when the shield is partial, ie. shielding an angle of attack only. The number of layers should also vary depending on whether the shield is active or passive. Active shields are shields that are electrified, for example.
Sheet metal is the better option in all types of shielding. The thicker the metal is, the better the protection provided. It is a good idea to combine types of metal. A layer of aluminium over a layer of lead provides better protection than a layer of lead alone.
Try not to leave it at layering alone where metal pieces overlap. Folding is the better option. If you have no choice, then lengthen the overlap. Above 4 centimeters is good enough. Ensure that the sides of the metals are touching throughout.
All static structures you make should be grounded, and there should not be any loose metals on or close to them. When perps realise direct attacks are foiled, they usually go for indirect attacks that will include creating hotspots by bombarding metals in the vicinity.
Be aware that not all sensations you will feel in a cage or behind a partial shield indicate a breach of the shield. Your perps could just be heating the air around you, or chilling it, using various other frequencies that achieve the result, or they might have switched to ultrasonics if there is no shielding against sound energies.
If you are not sure your grounding is safe from tampering, then try to find a metal weight to use as an alternative. A fully laden barbell or a lighter dumbell with the weights firmly attached will do the job to some extent. The heavier the metal, the more the sum of the electric charge it will take away from the load on the shield.

The armour in the picture above resembles that which I wear when I get out of a faraday cage. The difference is that mine opens from the front and does not have the shoulder extensions. It is designed to fit the shape of my torso. When expertly made, this shield can be worn over a long sleaved vest and under a shirt. People will not be able to tell you are wearing it. Unless you are prepared to carry a weight around to ground it to, the shield works well without grounding.
Conventional wisdom has it that it is not safe to move around with an ungrounded shield against RF, especially when experiencing V2K assaults because the metal then acts as an antennae. What those who say this do not realize is that (a) you are moving about and it is not easy isolating any part of your body and (b) the attenuating effect of sheet metal on RF means direct, strait lines of fire into your system are either lessened or thwarted in effect. What you get most of are dynamic frequencies turned into static frequencies, meaning you have shifting hotspots around the shield that cannot have as damaging an effect as linear attacks to major organs.
Speaking with authority over the use of such ungrounded shields over the head and around the torso, I can certify that they work, very well at that. They even give protection when you are merely sitting in one place. I know this because things get worse when I do without them. Causing me to have a running stomach or vormit after a meal was how perps/operatives attempted to destroy my health. All this became a thing of the past when I took to permanently wearing such shields. Whats more is the fact I no longer suffer from malaria (not at all) since I started the habit. My bike rides were an anticipated event because of the exercise involved and the mobility. I always got such brutal RF and ultrasonic attacks I would usually be enervated after a short distance, and very sore as well. I almost gave the sport up but that is no longer the feeling. The attack issues have now largely been dealt with since I started wearing shields like this. I noticed that my energy levels rose when the shield went as low down the torso as limb movement allowed. This pointed to the fact attacks were mostly aimed at my guts, preventing them from functioning properly, rendering them incapable of meeting the energy supply needs of a body engaged in strenuous activity.
The choice here really is between better or worse. For me, preventing directed energies from cutting into my body and causing all kinds of conditions is preferable to preventing V2K. The one thing you need to ensure where ungrounded shields are concerned is that they are thick. Should you make them using aluminium foil, then use a minimum of thirty layers.
Rubber Shielding Against Ultrasonic Attacks
Shielding against ultrsonics is easier than shielding against RF. But here also there are some facts you need to know to get it right and safe. As is the case with shields against RF, the thickness of the rubber matters. Thinner sheets offer less protection.
The best design should be six sided because ultrasonics tend to behave like microwaves around shields. It should in fact be like a faraday cage.
If you cannot put rubber on especially the floor, then do not sleep on or near it, unless you have no choice. Placing a foam matrass on the ground will not be a good idea. The unhealthy vibrations from the sound carefully aimed to get around the upper shields will get through. Sleep on a raised surface, such as a bed of course.
If you design a rubber shield to put around your torso or hat to combine with the conducting shield, then place the rubber on top of the metal, and, better yet, isolate the two with a non-conducting layer. Perps can launch attacks on the metal that then creates intense heat on the rubber that in turn releases fumes that will cause odors or negatively affect you when inhaled.
Once you have these shields up, you will be safe enough from the worst that directed energies can cause. You could leave it at that, or increase security by placing shields that deal with exotic energies. Knowing your body is made up mostly of water, the directed energy that manages to pass these shields and affects you within can be dealt with by a shield made up of water. These energies will then get caught in this water and not reach you within. Rather than placing around you jugs of water, or sprinkling your walls with water and have to deal with the dripping, you can purchase large plastic bags open on one side like bin-bags. Wet some foam, wrinse it thoroughly or hang it so that the water drains from it, leaving it moist but not dry. Stuff it in the plastic and seal so there is no evaporation. Place the plastic filled with the moist foam where shielding is needed.
Out here on the farm, I sometimes fill plastic bags with treated grass. You can actually use any material that is readily available to you for this, provided it absorbs water. The preferable thing to do is use extra large bags and shape them flat, then build your house of whatever it is you filled the plastic with.

To be or not to be tagged. That remains the question in my TI experience.

RFID System

I have met or corresponded with many who believed or knew they were tagged. One individual in particular, an American national I believe read either my book or the PDF version in circulation before the paperback was published, contacted me about 8 years ago and intimated he felt that I, like him, was tagged. This individual, whose name I will not publish here, managed to get together what I have failed to do. He had the implant located and removed from his body. He made it officially known, and later took the case regarding, against the US government, to court, and won. His story can be found online through a simple search.

I was so happy about this result, happy for him but also about the implications for me given his insistence I was implanted. Makes a lot of sense when all I go through is taken into consideration. It makes me know I am not wrong. The implant is in fact the most obvious thing to me. I can tell very easily that there is a tag in me by how much harder it is for me to evade what I refer to as the beam given all I know about directed energy technologies. I cannot disappear and live happily ever after where they cannot find me. I cannot evade surveillance using the cheap methods shown in Hollywood films or other, more realistic options. No building is big enough or full enough to disguise my tint. Locating me within thick structures is a matter of using coordinates sent out by the implant. The beam always finds me. I only lose it when I get into elevators, but then this is too transient to be useful. The beam is all over me as soon as I leave a faraday cage, and if I have been gone for long, then there will be hell to pay.

There is only one day in my stay here in Africa when the beam was not felt for an entire day and night. It was a month ago, the twentieth of January 2015. Curiously, the by-election to chose a new leader for Zambia was held on this day. All I can say is that the fiends must have had their hands full. Otherwise the beam easily keeps pace with me, whether I am in a car moving fast, on a bike swerving around potholes, and so on. When you see my face go into a frown or I break out into a sweat, it is usually as a result of this shower.

Down here in Africa where such like the BBC are regarded as gods in their own right, where the news and programs they broadcast insist on painting implant claims according to that one obvious nut-job, as emanating from the mentally challenged to psychopaths, most people are brainwashed. The last thing one can do here is make mention of such a belief. This will be the surest way to lose credibilty, with disastrous consequences to boot.

But no more for me. I am going public.

Suspicion that I was tagged, meaning implanted with an RFID (Radio Frequency ID) chip, goes back to the very first days I discovered I was a Targetted Individual. I even had a strong hunch of where and when the implant operation was done. I know where in my body the chip is located.

Braziliedreef in Overvecht, Utrecht

There is a memory I carry around in my head of the night it all happened, how the details of the incident were registered by my conscious. It was 1993, and I had just moved to Overvecht in Utrecht, Holland. My new address was at Braziliedreef 86, on the second floor of the flat in the picture. I had made myself known to most of my new neighbors and would often stop by for a chat, sometimes more than just a chat. By then, my new-found friends had informed me of strangers standing around in the shadows, observing my flat. I myself once caught sight of a man standing in the shadows below, observing my flat after I went out on the balcony late at night. I did not make too much of it because of the manner it happened. The mileau and culture also contributed to this outcome. The person I saw out there, standing in the trees where nobody could see him, remained calm. He just kept staring at me, not moving an inch, leading me to conclude he was just a local, either curious about the second black man on the flat complex or out there on some other business and I had just caught his attention or disturbed him by opening the curtains and shinning the light on his hideout. I did nothing, did not greet him, ask questions or act in such a way I made him feel guilty, but merely went back indoors after doing what I had come out to do.

The truth of what was really going on only dawned on me after my neigbors related, with increasing concern, more such sightings. Obviously, these strange men had come to case the area out. It was not clear to me just why they had focussed on me, but I took confort in the notion if it was an investigation, then whoever had ordered it would find the truth out and leave me alone. I was not doing anything wrong after all.

But one night, as I lay asleep in bed, I was woken from the dark oblivion of sleep to semi-consciousness by a female voice asking why I had such big back muscles. I believe she made an error. She was not supposed to have spoken while she and her colleagues were doing what they were doing to me. She did speak, and her voice made me aware of my surroundings so that I started registering not just current events, but what my mind had been registering before, albeit in a dreamlike manner. Had she not said anything, this registry would not have been available to my calclating conscious mind then, and come morning when I awoke and was fully conscious.

I know this is what would have been the most likely sequence of events because, fortunately for me, I had experienced the same thing before. It happened when I was a child, during my circumcision at a hospital when, under heavy sedation, I became conscious during the operation. It is from here that I know that, initially, what was perceived was not going to be available to my conscious because the part perceiving was not making sense of the reality around it. Only when the surgeon opened his big mouth did I awake from the dream like state and make the realization the worst had happened. I had woken up midway through the operation. I could not warn the surgeon in any way possible ... could not open my mouth, eyes or move any other muscle, though I remeber him suspecting something was wrong and asking someone whether he should give me more of the sadative, then the other saying something to the effect of 'that might kill him'. As was the case again, consiousness came first. Focus was precipitated by voices around me.

When the woman asked her question, I focussed my thoughts and saw what was happening to me even when I did not awaken fully. I realised I was being turned over so that I lay on my front, head to the side. I became aware of two others in the room, two males, silent, busy. As was the case on the operation table in the hospital, I must have given off signs I had gained consciousness and, unlike had been the first case, was put deeper into sleep because all went dark afterwards. And so ... me being turned over like a pancake in my own bed by three strangers, including bits and pieces before the voice, was all there was to this dream that disturbed me so once I awoke that morning. In a bid to relegate the memory, to banish it from a mind already too paranoid, I remember wondering whether my own mind had conjured it all up from my own observations of myself. I went up to the mirror in ernest, wanting to ascertain whether my back muscles were really big enough for mention but, as is the case with looking at your own parts when you have nothing there to compare them with, it was hard to judge. In fact, I thought I was rather skinny in that part of my physic. Dreams can be products of desires or fears, but I could not see desire or fear reflected in my transformation into a female in the company of two males watching my self get turned over in my own home, in my own bed, without the slightest of hints I would play the super hero.

The oddity of the dream and especially its similarity to a boyhood experience is what would later convince me that the events had not been dreamt up. It had all happened. This must have been the night when I became part of what I am sure was a massive international program by the world's major intelligence agencies known by modus operandi to make events happen rather than wait for them to happen ... a more effective way of controlling events it appears ... to "low-jack" as many of those they considered potential key players in future world events they wished to follow in their lives. This was no doubt a good plan that I am sure has led to many positive results, especially those relating to infiltration. You see, if those tagged fit a certain profile, then chances are that once these poor souls are prodded enough, turned as such into men hateful of a system, they will eventually find their way into all manner of organizations, for example crime syndicates, terrorist groups or they could become key players in foreign regimes. These organizations will in turn have no hiding places should push come to shove given within their ranks will be all manner of radicals, intelligent, desirable, useful members, who, unbeknownst to all, are tagged.

It is this knowledge that makes me suspect, sometimes, that not all of the instances we have witnessed to date where major terrorists were tracked to their hideouts were due to any intelligence ops by any operative, or betrayals, but simply instances when following beeps on a screen led to a big catch. Sadam Hussein, for instance, fished out of a hole by his beard, may have had the secrecy of his hideout location compromised by his tagged confidant ... one among many who got low-jacked back in the early ninenties.

I'm a modern fellow who should not be rendered down and out by a bunch of simpleton miscreants pointing directed energies at him, even by way of a cheap radio controlled lens aboard a cheap vessel blasted into the outer reaches of the earth's atmosphere using cheap explosive substances, waving cheap sollar panels for its energy ... considered highly advanced technology. They would have been left in the dust before they even began the surveillance and attacks. The tag is the only thing that has aided the fiends.

With all of this said, I fear for what will become of me, in fact of all targets of these weapons, whom I know are individuals who can make the difference, people who would change our world for the better, if a world war were to break out and we were still low-jacked. I can only hope that the inevitable transition from a period when major powers go all out with their satellite attacks to one where they have blown each other's satellites from the skies will happen before a fiend thinks to make quick work of our cases. I know that, unless I have amassed the cash required to build me a protected bunker Saddam style, I will be fried to a spot. These directed energy weapons are that powerful.

To be or not to be tagged. That remains the question in my TI experience.

Catalogue of Satanllite Attack Capabilities

Witness in the clip posted here an attack in progress. This is a disruption attack, launched whenever the vermin see tell tale signs I am on the move, I am tired and hungry after a hard day's work, and so on. As is usually the case, they are successfully frustrating my attempts to light a fire on this night. What you see on top are dry twigs that will not burn whatever I do. Below is the charcoal. It is already glowing but this will be short-lived. A piece of plastic is burning at the center, beneath the twigs. If you have lit a fire without using fuel such as parafin before, you will know that the combination of twigs, charcoal and plastic is overkill. Under normal circumstances, this fire should light. The fire in this clip died out completely after the point in this clip, and I had to redouble the effort with more twigs and plastic before I could move on. The overkill obviously no longer works.

In the past, locals watching my desperate attempts to get a fire going concluded I didn't know how to do it ... considering I was new at it, but further observation and examination of the suitability of materials and methods has them making different conclusions. I have heard some mention they feel "something strange is going on at that man's house".

I do not know how the vermin causing this prevent dry wood from catching fire. Can only guess it has to do with vibration. What I know for sure is that this is a satellite based attack, meaning the vermin attacking me is doing this via a satellite hovering above, either in geosynchronous orbit or otherwise. He/she is at a control panel in the west, on a submarine off the coast of Africa, on a war ship, etc., controlling the weapons aboard a satellite in pretty much the same way others control the drones that bomb third world countries. In fact I would not be surprised if they are not sitting together in the same control room right now.

The attack angles of these satellites are usually stationary. They shift ever so slightly when I change sitting positions or adopt different bed directions. The keen observer watching me work in the fields would think I am mad because I will seem to be switching positions for no reason. You see, there is a tendency to attack hardest when I am straining muscles. I switch positions in order to prevent damage to tendons, cartilage and muscle since they are weak when under fire. I also avoid getting quickly fatigued so that I can work for hours even though I am under attack.

The tactic of switching working angles worked like magic in the beginning. But then they got wise and called in more resources. They started using different attack angles, ie. teaming attack satellites on my poor behind. Today, it still works, but less effectively. I have found satellite attacks hard to completely foil due in large part to a shortage of cash to upgrade and maintain defenses. Highly advanced technology is being used. This is one of the reasons local perps have been left in the dust. Such technology is not easily shared with third parties, especially recruits/operatives in third world countries. It has always been that way where war technology is concerned.

When I just moved to the area, I was followed by perps who would attack at night. But after I installed shielding against radio and acoustic attacks that can only with difficulty be penetrated by lateral attacks, after I made a lot of noise about the night parades in the neighborhood so that the perps had very little room left to roam around freely, and also made it a point to rush out at night at the slightest of noises (dangerous but I was getting killed in the home therefore it made sense to have no fear), lateral attacks ceased. Nowadays, unless I am outside the protected area at home or out and about, I do not get attacked from terrestrial sources but vertically, from the top down. It is without doubt all satellites from here.

There are many other things going on at this farm that are strange. Below is a list of them. Note before going on that I know these are mild effects from these weapons. They are capable of burning me alive if they wanted, but are only held back because the mission should be kept covert. This does not mean they do not overstep their limits and hint at how powerful the weapons can be. In fact, in the past, whenever the vermin thought I had crossed a line, and sometimes apparently out of the blues, they attacked so hard I thought that was it. My eyesight is now not as good as it used to be when I left Europe, and this happened within just a few months in Africa. I went within a mere two months from zero to a 1.5 plus seeing lens, and a +1.75 reading lens. My eyes were so good before getting to Africa I could always tell the number of a bus in the distance before others could. The smallest mobile phone displays were no problem to see for me. Just recently, I was attacked hard in one ear it can now not hear treble. I heard one of the loudest noises you can imagine while I was kept in such a state I felt under narcosis. I was unable to move a limb, could not reach across and cover my head with a thick piece of rubber lying very close. I remember thinking (drowsily) as the sound howled in my ear "I hope my neighbors can hear this, then they will believe me", ... a vain thought.

1. Batteries discharging too rapidly.
2. Mosquitoes swarm my home as soon as I start to write, get on the internet, start working out, and such.
3. Water evaporates too quickly even on cold nights.
4. Food rots too quickly.
5. Black ants invade my home, going for containers that have never contained food, without food in them or food smells on them (once I found a plastic bag with about two dozen old, leaking batteries, plastics and rusted metals filled with black ants).
6. I hear sound that I cannot pick up with microphones. It is not tinitus but, I think, is evoked by the effect of either ultrasonic or radio frequency bombardment of the eardrum and inner ear because, unlike tinitus, it is not permanent. The sound only starts when I go to bed or enter the faraday cage and acoustic shield interior, when I spend the night away from home or write till late. The sound is similar to a binaural beat as there are two high tones that are alternating at different rates.
7. Contact switches on electronic equipment including keys on mobile phones stop working ... starting with just one then spreading like a disease to the rest without any sign of damage or exposure to  water.
8. Strong, putrid smells are deliberately created by bombarding anything capable of producing a smell once bombarded ... Burning wood, charcoal, contents of a cooking pot, all can be made to emit very strong and expansive smells.These attacks are in line with attempts to discredit and isolate.
9. Shredding of cottony fabrics that affects materials not often worn/used. I think this is also a result of exposure to ultrasonic frequencies.
10. Plant dwarfing and multiple pests. Understand in view of all this that this farm has always been occupied. But only when I took over did it manifest with a haunting that has changed it drastically. There were crops planted by the former owner and, though they were not fertilized, they were doing fine. Non of my crops has fared as well, despite my religious attention to fertilizers,  especially where pests are concerned. Whereas previously there were no major issues, it is now normal for a crop to manifest with several pests at once. Currently, a field of about 1000 pumpkin plants has been blighted by three pests.