Imperialism and Conscious “Third World” Writers

While it remains true that a lot of people become targets because they cannot easily be socialized, social control or socialization isn't the only objective of such attacks. Military research programs, revenge for the sake of it, punishment for something done in the past, for example a whistleblower spilling the beans, or outright elimination are some of the other reasons why this establishmentarian apparatus is used against civilians.

My situation may resemble a few of these cases, especially because of its protracted nature, but it is in fact only related to one in the ultimate objective, which is elimination. I am not being punished for anything I did to anybody in the past. Nobody is attacking me because I joined their organization and spilled some secrets. I have never in my life joined any cult and have never been exposed to the secrets of such. Also, I have never been given a favour that would lead to such assaults if I failed to reciprocate in a prescribed manner or acted against those who had provided the favour. I am not refusing to stop doing that which caused the attacks to start in the first place. Attacks continue even when I am doing absolutely nothing, meaning this whole business isn’t about making me stop doing anything. I have never slept with any powerful person’s wife. I am not being moved on from one place to another because I have become undesirable since attacks happen wherever I go, plus my attackers thwart all my attempts to escape if not from the torture, then from the land and all it represents. Attack intensities escalate to levels where I am left no choice but to duck behind cover, to spend more of my scarce funds on obstructions, all of which makes following dictates of my tormentors or my mind impossible. If anybody wanted to get rid of me, then I accept they would make life impossible for me in every corner of their land, but then the very last thing they would do is make it difficult to impossible for me to leave in order to make me leave. That doesn’t make any sense at all. If somebody is using any one of these case scenarios as a reason, then it is a mere ruse.

It is very plain, it has in fact been proven on several occasions that the reason I am a target is because of what I like to do. I represent a threat to the imperialist’s order because of my chosen profession. I am a writer of articles that directly or indirectly touch on the issue of imperialism. I am a writer with a style that appeals, appeases and informs those whom imperialists would like left in the dark: the masses in the so called “third world”. I write the kind of articles to which imperialists have no answer, that they dare not contest, to which their crews of propagandists looking out for material that can be considered threatening to their handler’s agendas have no answer. I write the kind of things the oppressed simply cannot be exposed to, which is why the imperialists decided my elimination was the only answer to the problem I represent to them.

The very first attacks started before I even decided to be a writer. They were pre-emptive in nature in the sense they were based on personality profile studies and prognostications of the role I would play in the life of some people. I am by nature a gregarious fellow, and would often be the life of the party. I was talkative, and liked to boast a lot. I must have attracted the wrong kind of attention very soon in my adult life. I could not have known I was under attack at the time, or the reason for this, but it soon became very plain I was being attacked for my writing (my mind) when, as soon as I started scoring successes with major news providers worldwide, I would experience all manner of overt and covert attacks, in my home and on the streets. I would have been led to the conclusion whoever was attacking me was trying to stop me from writing, that they would stop if I stopped the activity, had it not been for the realization that dawned soon afterwards that I had actually been a Targeted Individual before I started writing professionally. It was then that I realised that the attacks I was experiencing after each successfully published article were a subterfuge intended to give me the wrong idea about my allotted lot, to shut me up in the moment, keep me from talking until such a time my talk would be nothing but drivel, given whoever was attacking me in the same manner I had been attacked before I started posting my articles to editors had a good inkling of this inherent potential. I had in fact been signed off for elimination, and there was nothing I could do that would change that.

I do believe that this lot is not unique to me, that a lot of people are currently going through the exact same that I am. It is my guess that the list of those who have been eliminated must be long indeed, and that the attacks started a long time ago, with the inception of imperialism itself. Logic has it that such covert elimination campaigns cannot end as long as a one sided relationship continues. This activity is part and parcel of maintaining the system of imperialism, especially when it is more useful (or cheaper) to keep the conquered believing imperialism and any kind of remote control by former colonizers, such as neo-colonialism or puppet leaders, belongs to the past. The lie is perpetrated that, in the present, the formerly conquered are actually benefiting from a relationship that developed from a dark past, that though this relationship is one sided in terms of resources, it is benign, the natural order of things and they who come from a backward past are better off under the tutelage of their former colonizers than when they are following their own dictates, or whims, a state with the potential to arouse an awareness of what is good for self and leads to abrasion and rebellious (expensive) activities against those who were formerly the colonizers. It is useful at the stage of conquest when the conquered have successfully been pacified and are being milked of their resources, to their detriment, without their knowledge; when they are running the colonial system themselves. Without the constant pre-emptive elimination of those who can see through the lies that keep the masses in a contended and apathetic state (or those who show the potential to develop the capacity to see through the lies), putting the pieces of the jigsaw together for the others, as such threatening the survival of the order, imperialism cannot stand or last. This is just the way things go.

It is quite a sensitive topic with the potential to cause riots if such details were made public in the “third world”, which accounts for the highly covert and systematic nature such operations are carried out. A lot of effort and time has been invested in perfecting the elimination process. A lot of state resources are utilised in the process. It is a completely military affair, conducted as such from the start to the very end. No costs are spared, anything at all is done to realize the objective. A single individual has little chance of escape as hundreds of operatives, some on training and others versed in stalking and “gaslighting”, all of them completely convinced through the use of any one of the ruses presented before, are rallied around the target who in most cases is painted as a militant. This adds to the fun the operatives will have as they feel they have a challenge and something to prove. They move in for the kill by first causing physical and mental states, discrediting the victim, and eventually move on to convince outsiders, for example friends and family, that the fault does indeed lie with the victim.

Incidentally, us writers with a “special” talent have always been the first victims of rising dictatorships.

Haunted Houses

New house, same old problem. Is it just me? Evidence says it isn’t my body causing the high EMF readings. Something else is following my movements, from house to house.

Note: Exposure to such high levels of radiation can cause serious body odours, a bad case of bad breath, swollen face, loss of weight, memory loss, red eyes, etc. (unless you are protecting yourself), and disrespect for the achievements of a system that reveals its worth by constantly stooping so low to get its kicks.

Anyone for viewing that rubbish they call Westminster? I personally wouldn't waste my digital camera memory on such crap symbols of the ruling class, would you? Attack my head, would they? Do you realize they are indirectly exposing their best in terms of mental prowess ... LOL

Running De Facto Concentration Camps

But it could not conceivably be true, right?

Because I move around with all manner of electronic gadgets designed to detect and measure Radio Frequencies (RF) and Electromagnetic Frequencies (EMF), and I am a legitimate target, it is now very clear to me that entire swaths of the city of London are armed with some kind of electronic attack device, and I would conclude that this is true for all cities in the country, as well as the entire west, for that matter. The number of households from which attacks are launched on the streets of London is stunning, and I am not talking mistaking WIFI, mobile and other rapidly increasing communication noise for attacks with intent to harm. What I am inferring here are actual high power density microwave attacks registered with faultless equipment, every second or third house down a street, registered by the body’s own senses as well, by sudden dull pains or intense heat and extreme vertigo, in a healthy person who is not suffering from any acute sensitivity to RF or EMF. The truth of the matter is that as a target here in this land of plenty (freedoms included), one is seldom in the clear.

On the increase are also the number of mobile attacks that I am detecting. Because I am a legitimate target, my moves around the city are followed to the last step. The roads I am walking along can suddenly fill with traffic, and I do not really need to have my devices turned on to know I am under attack as the side of my body nearest the road will start to go numb, from the foot right up to the shoulder, and this is not a mentally induced phenomenon from a paranoid mind because, as I said already, I can verify whether I am being attacked by just checking with the equipment I carry around with me.

The current effort, as far as my observations go, is to leave no area in the city unchecked by these weapons. At the moment, there remain a few areas that are not yet completely covered with the weapons, and others that cannot for various reasons. What I have observed is that it doesn’t take time before the demons break all the rules and move an emitter near me whenever I discover one such spot and move in. They do this by intimidation, infiltration or simply by packing a car or van near the location whose engine will remain on throughout the night, from which people will get in and out continuously while the neighborhood sleeps. If this is not possible then the poisoning option is taken, which means there will be a lot of poisonous cloud throwing and other attempts to defile the body.

Most of the locations that I used to frequent to hide from the incessant harassment that follows a target have now some powerful device permanently placed there, most of which do not require an operator as they can be operated remotely. Otherwise these locations start getting frequented by types of people very few would like to be in the vicinity of. At many of these locations, especially the ones where the pubic mingles, high frequency attacks are the norm. We are talking here of the Gigahertz frequencies that cause discomfort to the target and make them unpleasant to be around. They instill vertigo, a sudden rise in body temperature, profuse sweating and bad odors from as much the sweat pores as the mouth. These attacks commence soon after entry into the premises, or at specific moments when the impact on the surroundings is highest.

I once took to sleeping in a church where some worshipers are allowed to remain before early morning services. I noticed that during the interim period between services there would be no attacks, or at least very few of them. Once the service commenced, however, whether I was sleeping or in attendance, I would get attacked so intensely by deliberately using these higher, less penetrating frequencies so that unusual odors would rise from my body and would cause me to suddenly feel very heated and start sweating profusely, causing immediate reactions from those around. The attackers would actually continue attacking even when I left my audio signal RF and EMF detecting devices turned on, that would start beeping loudly as soon as attacks started, even though some members of the church knew what that signal meant. I do not need to go into details to convince you that this is very true, and the motivation very easy to decipher.

These events, and concern for the patronage of the church, what with the potential effects of such behavior on attendance, not to mention what those who keep an ear to the ground would do when it became plain the church was being assailed with RF and EMF, prevented me from either sleeping in the church or partaking in prayer, and also keeps me away from a lot of places in the city. I should stress here that this is not a “which came first: the chicken or the egg” situation. I am neither the type who has bad hygiene nor am I unpleasant in any other way that would make me expendable, and this is easily proven. For example, keeping away from places where attacks are highest, or spending as little time in them as is possible, or even switching places within the locale makes the symptoms become non-existent. This shouldn't be the case if it all emanated from within my person.

The truth here is that the attacks themselves are responsible for the transient negative states, and those of us targets who are doing everything to minimize or cancel the effects are proving this truth, and raising a lot of eyebrows.

Let me keep it plain here: the point of such attacks is to discredit and isolate the target, to eventually make them an officially undesirable element in society. By leaving some churches or mosques or avoiding locations where I can socialize, I am allowing my attackers to triumph in this objective, no? But then there is realistically very little else I can do in this situation. I know however that because the attacks are timed to coincide with given moments or events, that I am conscious of this MO, I can evade getting the bad label attached to my back side. Because of this resilience, the truth about what is happening to me, and a whole lot of other people, has become evident to many in the city, a lot of whom express this knowledge directly or indirectly.

Of late, for the past three months to be exact, I have noticed that attacks are much more vicious than they ever were in the past, and though signs of microwave attacks have always been part of the ordeal, they used to be of the kind that can be mistaken for something else. Attackers are no longer afraid to leave marks that cannot be explained any other way than that they are a result of exposure to exotic weapons. As can be seen in the picture below, they have been leaving burn marks on the unprotected parts of my head: my forehead, the ears and the back of the head. I have documented a lot of the burns on the forehead, that might look like pimples or another kind of inflammation to the untrained eye, that leave a dark spot characteristic of burns when they have healed. These spots mark the last chance trajectories of attacks that happen at night while I rest, aimed at the brains, revealingly following the base of the protection I wear on the head. The impact with the brains can also be felt in the morning when I awake. The headaches will be linear, starting from the spot where the burn mark is, upwards into the inside of my head. If the attack was launched through the ear and there is a visible small round burn mark there, then that side will also be slightly deaf.

Before I started wearing effective protective gear on my scalp and around my torso (check my book for methods of making effective shields), less severe burns would occur on the top of my head, the chest, etc., and didn’t just form at night when I was immobile, asleep, but would form as I walked about on the streets, in Amsterdam, Holland, and later in London, the UK.


Attacks above the eye, below the level of protection

I have pasted a youtube video below showing an instance of a brazen attack experienced this morning in a house I share with four other fellows that happens much too regularly nowadays. The alarm signal on the Cell-sensor I left turned on as I showered goes off, without fail, as soon as I re-enter the room. The attacker(s) don’t flinch at the fact the people in the house can hear the sound, and know what it means as I always tell those close to me what the gadgets do.



I believe the blatant level to which attacks have escalated is because the infiltration (recruitment into the program) of the population is critical enough for there to be certainty no loose ends will be left. This means those of us who will die of microwave induced conditions or will display injuries to organs that can only be caused by burning with such a weapon will not get this identification in our autopsy reports because the man who will carry this out will most probably be afraid to reveal what he has seen, or will be on the payroll of those who are behind this activity. Everybody from the ambulance personnel to the doctors who will treat those who are still alive on arrival at the hospital will be involved in some way.

There can be no better explanation for this.

The RF and EMF weapon has become the new gun, the new murder weapon of choice. The difference with poisoning or the gun is that they both point out foul play. A gun is also loud and the culprit is left as a result visible, standing with a smoking gun in his hand as it were, while with this new weapon hate can be expressed freely and abundantly, and agendas kept covert. Programs can be carried out on the population and people controlled biologically without anybody knowing about it. Time and again disease, especially HIV/AIDS or cancer, will be used as cover for the effects such attacks will have on some people. I am tempted to go back to the past for a parallel situation, which is when the west invented the machine gun and mowed many a third world village army to the ground. Lots of people are walking around being zapped, attributing the results of such invasive attacks to disease and whatnot. A good number know that this is happening, but believe that by ignoring the reality they will not become targets, and are as a result walking about unprotected, just as those people in the past who had heard of machineguns still walked with bare chest into the line of fire because some medicine man had made them believe rubbing some potion on their chest would make them bullet-proof.

(After finishing writing this article, I went for a walk and, right outside the door, encountered a perp on a bike who did all she could to express disagreement with what I had posted to the web, and emphasize the personal. I kind of guessed this is what she would do by body language when I saw her in the distance, and tried to ignore her as much as I could (while keeping a surreptitious eye on her), but she was at such pains to show that she disagreed my evasive behavior was mistaken for lack of attention, which led the perp to extremes that made her look foolish when I made it plain I had noticed her actions the first time she made them. Stupid zombie slaves… Normal people do not impose themselves on a stranger like that. But then this will reveal to those who can fathom the possibility just how organized the structure is. Rapid responses to even articles being written in the moment on the net are a reality we targets have to live with.)

They Live

A YouTube review of John Carpenter's movie They Live

Today I watched John Carpenter’s movie “They Live”, that I saw a while back in my teens. What I noticed after watching the movie through the eyes of a Targeted Individual in a NATO country is the eerie similarity of the protagonist's experience to that of a target of covert warfare as it is known today.

The scene in the bookstore where the alien realizes Nada (Roddy Piper) can see them could have been taken from my life, or the life of many people who are TIs, if only the urgency in the situation is replaced with heads that turn in recognition of a target and a wierd obsession with a target whereby they get more attention than a star in public places, even when they are not attracting attention to themselves. The drama is the only thing that is not there in real life, unless the system comes down hard to arrest and isolate, which happened in my life and those of many others, some of whom lost their lives in the process… but the rest, the select heads in a crowd that deliberately turn your way, the difficulty of proving the truth to “others” while avoiding sounding outlandish that Nada or the fake church group goes through in their TV broadcasts, is the same.

I do not believe in aliens on earth, inasmuch as the story of such aliens rotates around alphabet agencies. It is implausible to me that aliens always know how to find their way to the front door of alphabet agencies and other characters connected to these people, rather than to many of us. Suffice to say I believe the only reason the story of aliens has found its way into modern discourse on who runs the show in the dominant culture is an attempt to pass blame for unbelievably inhumane human conduct onto an extraterrestrial life form.

Other than that, this movie is definitely a must watch if you want to get your head around the experience of being targeted, especially the difficulty and frustration targeted individuals face trying to get believed in societies where running to the police for help can get you sectioned.

It’s Not Meant To Be Escaped

The words in the title I overheard from a group of men that I refrain from calling perps, but rather of the type with their ears to the ground. I say this because there wasn't in their demeanour anything that a TI comes to expect from perps. There was no animosity, and non of them words or sounds perps are told to repeat while in the vicinity of a TI. Non of the persons gave me any long and hateful look, with this wishing me the worst. In fact, judging from their expressions and the manner they uttered the remarks, they seemed pleased about what they were seeing.

The actual words uttered between a group of three men, in their mid thirties I would guess, who looked homeless or living rough, standing about a meter away from where I was is as follows:

Stranger A: "He has escaped, right?"
Stranger B: "I do not think so"
Stranger A: "It is not meant to be escaped right?"
Stranger B: "Something is happening otherwise he would not look as he does".

About two weeks ago, I got me a job that pays decently enough to empower me sufficiently in my fight against some unseen, hooded assailants. I was early on the first day at work, eager to get on with it and maybe impress. I have not done a job requiring heavy lifting for a while, and I knew from experience that I was going to hurt at the end of the day.

Before the day was done I had discovered despite a long spate languishing about doing nothing more than writing that I have maintained my strength and could work as well, and give even better than those who have done nothing but hard labour. I paced myself, of course and, aware my new found attempt to get away would not go unnoticed by the hooded one, aware working in a residential area carried with it an increased risk of exposure to DEWs, I took care to constantly check equipment for attacks. I suspected attacks would escalate before starting the job, suspicion that was confirmed somewhat when I awoke that morning feeling like I had paid a visit to an electric chair, a sensation unlike any that I had had prior to this single moment.

I was alright physically, but midway through my work I sensed what I identified as attacks with a microwave while I was bent double with my back to a residential property. The conclusion that would be drawn by anybody on the given information is that I had maybe just strained my back, that I was not bending down properly hence the sensations that can resemble small electric shocks, but I was not convinced. The day ended with me going back home not feeling any worse for tear apart from some stiffness in the back, and resolved to make a shield that I could wear under my clothes to protect the back section of my body, that I wore when I returned to work the next day.

Things started well, but soon enough, rather than the electrical sensations being on my back that was layered over with conducting material, they were on my front, on my abdomen. It became at once very plain that what I was dealing with were actual DEW and that the purpose was to get my back, if not by bombarding me in the back as I worked, then through my gut to the back, which is not very far removed when you think about it. Whereas I had enjoyed biscuits, tea and sandwiches in the morning, they caused painful sensations in my abdomen right after lunch, a peculiar pain that was more like lumps of food through guts pierced with needles in places.

It appeared I had suffered sub-dermal burning.

Had they not attacked me through my stomach I would have passed off sensations from the day before as a false alarm, but now it was obvious somebody somewhere had noticed a weakness that they wanted to exploit in my back, and they would get at the bones even if it meant going through gut, inflaming gut, etc.

The sequence of events the following days confirmed word had spread around to every retarded perp perched in their house pointing a DEW outwards to aim for my mid section. I confirmed this with the help of microwave sensors. Where previously attacks were centred around my head, they were now detected around my midsection.

I do know that I am not the only one going through this. What has become very clear is this here is a glimpse into what prisons of the future, in NATO countries at least, will look like. These prisons are not meant for those guilty of any crime, and are not meant to be escaped.

A Day In The Life Of A Legitimate Stalker (AKA Perp)

This account was found on Craigslist at the url listed below. The authenticity of this account cannot be verified but it matches personal experience I have had of stalker personalities right down to the dot, through eavesdropping on their conversations, hearing them talk to each other and at me as they go about their "intelligent" little procedures. I hope that this account sheds some light on the thought processes of those who stalk and torment us, and also enable us to approximate the personalities of their handlers that could not possibly be that far off considering the motivation, the company they keep and trust.

http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sby/vnn/744778437.html

The Gang-Stalker's Diary
On Sunday, I hid in some guy's attic (and, then, his basement) and derided his every move. I did it for hours and hours and hours. I'm so worthwhile.

The guy makes fun of me for doing this; but, it's better than whatever he's doing, to be sure. I mean, c'mon! That thing he does when he does it—I, like, hate that! Everybody does! We're always talking about it how much we hate it, too—like, constantly! (Especially, when "she's" within earshot...tee-hee!)

Did you know purple is my favorite color?

By the way, tonight, a bunch of us are going to climb trees and stare at him as he walks down the street. We're just bad-ass like that.

Ack! I need to read up on my "creepy and kooky" things to say to him later, like, "A room with a view," and stuff like that. Are we, like, even legal with this shit? Hahahaha!

On Saturday, I boffed the clerk of the court to try and get a bench warrant pushed through. We're so stupid that way. Like, she would totally do it, even if I didn't fuck her; but, it's, like, cooler, if it gets done that way.

Speaking of which: did you read his federal complaint? Apparently, "arbitrary arrests," when combined with other, specific kinds of "tortious conduct," constitutes torture?
Ooh! I'm so mad at myself. The other day, I walked past that guy, and forgot to lunge at him and then start talking really loud into my cellphone. DAMN! That stupid automated telephone banking system is so complicated, it distracted me, and I couldn't concentrate on all the things I'm supposed to do whenever I see him (we're now up to 42!).
Oh! And, he simply must be punished! He got a refill on his medication yesterday! How dare him! Like, who the fuck is he, trying to, like, all live and shit?

It's Friday, and I just realized I've been on this one guy now for, like, two years! The plotting, the planning, the organizing, etc... Nothing but this one project! But, it is so worth it. I mean, don't you think? I asked one of my friends, "How is it exactly worth it? I can't hold down a job, and I do nothing but sit in trees all night."
She said, "Oh, it is so worth it."

Then, I thought about it, and decided, "Yeah, it is so worth it...because of why you just said." Then, we sat in a tree, stared at that guy walking—all nervous and annoyed, and shit—and thought about how worth it it really was.

On Thursday, I found Reason #456, which was of the category: "why I'm better than him." I can't remember, specifically, what it was now. I fell out of one of the trees last night.
Oh, wait...no! That's not the right category. It's, "why he shouldn't do something good for himself because of something bad he did for himself."

On Wednesday, we rounded over 300 volunteers for our latest "skit." It cost nearly $10,000, and we spent about 150 man hours putting it together; but, once that guy wondered through our maze of terror and awesome power, he looked kinda irked. So, it really paid off.

The hard part was getting all the damn street bums out of the way for the big show. Hungry bastards!

Oh, speaking of which, that night, that guy makes some stupid ass remark like, "Gee, with all that money and work, you could have fed, clothed and housed all the indigents you just swept into the sewer."

I'm, like, thinking, "Um, we're totally going to let them out of there when we're done, you shit-eating, shrivel-dicked faggot with AIDS! We're compassionate people."