“Voices in their Heads!”

Watching an old Jesse Ventura show on Targeted Individuals – gratified that he’s found medical and other professionals willing to put their names on the line to testify about this experience.

Wish I’d seen this five years ago. Now, it’s helped inspire me to gather my energy to write again about something of the last two years.

So much has happened that I’ve recorded in one way or another but haven’t published – keeping it secret, testing “giving it no energy,” to see if it’ll go away. It hasn’t.

“Voices in their heads,” Jesse calls it, but there is so much more to being a TI. I’ll finish up this blog with an account of my experience of electronic experiments, and follow with one on social harassment, aka gang stalking.

One of the first times I felt subjected to a beam, it felt like an experiment that involved tracking. Sitting sideways on my sofa, I first felt a spot of vibration about four inches wide moving about on my foot, then moving up my ankle and lower leg.

I pulled my leg in, telling myself it could just be my foot and leg falling asleep, but it touched my foot again, causing me to jump up off the sofa. Flash on options: sit on sofa again, other end, bed, kitchen, nowhere to go, it’s going to get me wherever I go, and so I lay in bed, resigned, expecting the buzz to hit a foot again, but instead my head was suddenly encompassed in a buzzing circle, after which I remember nothing.  Next morning, my ears were ringing, and they’ve never stopped.  I’ve lost the entire top half of my hearing range.

Musical tones have sometimes put me “to sleep” and sometimes woken me up. Once a torturously-loud, high-pitched tone sent me running to find my iPod to play a particular self-hypnosis recording that seemed the most powerful relaxation resource I had – but the recording had mysteriously disappeared from my device, leaving only one other self-hypnosis product, which I’d purchased but never listened to because I suspected it had mind control programming in it.

In the pause before hitting Play, I felt I was being compelled to listen to this recording, and it would be dangerous for me, but I’d be further tortured if I didn’t, so I submitted, and the torturous pitch gave way to a calm, gentle voice encouraging me along a path in a light-dappled woods.  I must have gone unconscious because I remember nothing else of the recording, just woke with my ears ringing, for years now.

I’ve also experienced movies suddenly playing in my head – and I mean literal movies, not like a memory I could pause or meander with.  The first looked like a 1960’s, black-and-white home movie of a family at the marina, young teens self-conscious of their manners, boarding their boat, turning, arranging themselves, waving at the camera.  I chose not to pay attention to it, and chose not to give it any emotional energy.

Another movie suddenly played in my head was of a dusty Third World road with people, animals, carts, the camera moving along with the traffic, chest high.  Once, two movies played on top of each other!  Every time, I chose not to pay attention to them – let them go blurry, give them no emotion.

One afternoon last year I was standing in my travel trailer home near my bed when I suddenly felt an extreme urge to lie down and was unconscious by the time I hit the bed. I woke hours later with what felt like water in my ear. Living alone out in the country, I didn’t find anyone to look in my ear until it had healed. The water sensation stayed for three days.

The one time I actually heard a clear communication it wasn’t necessarily with clear words. It was as if they had a map of ideas I’d already developed among my theories, and they merely touched on one after another after another, building their story, concluding with the end of the Earth-human experiment (ending because we keep devolving too radically between their uplifting visits).  The “second chance” that Jehovah or Enlil/Enki of the Sumerian records had been played out, and we were not going to get another chance.  God, or the Aliens, are done with us.

Because the whole thing felt so scripted and imposed upon me, I chose not to believe it, but I could NOT ignore it – it overwhelmed all other thought.

In the city I often feel targeted by extremely unpleasant vibrations hidden under a heavy bass in the music of a passing vehicle. It’s so powerful, I assume it must be directed narrowly toward my home.  I finally learned a response that empowers instead of weakens me:  I call out a sort of war-cry to override whatever it is and keep it up as long as it keeps up.   Interestingly, it seems as though my war cry makes it end sooner.

Finally, I’ve also experienced something I think I’ve heard called “thought transference.”  While lying in bed relaxing to sleep, I seemed to suddenly experience the mind of someone else, for instance a hairdresser with her hands in plastic gloves, looking down, seeing them squishing around in someone’s scalp, parting wet hair to pull strands through a cap for coloring – or something that looked and felt like this action I’ve heard about but never saw.  Unlike film, this experience contained peripheral vision, and the feeling and even bored thoughts of the person doing the work made me feel like I was in someone else’s body for a little while.  Again, I chose to withdraw my participation, and it faded quickly.

I’ll be reviewing my journals to see what other electronic experiments I’ve experienced and add them.  My fractured mind is too tired right now to get into researcher mode.  I’ll post right now so it doesn’t wait for two years.

And hope to post soon about the social harassment, gang stalking.

 

 

 

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