the move to north carolina

It's been a while since I've posted anything about my situation because not much has changed, even though I moved from Indiana to North Carolina in May 2009. However, there have been a few developments that are worth discussing.

The situation at Irish Hills Apartments in South Bend, Ind., became intolerable for everyone involved, so my lease was not renewed after three years. I lived there from March 2006 to May 2009. All my neighbors were perps, so there was a constant barrage of door-slamming, trunk-slamming and other harassment strategies. Sometimes I would slam my front door in response, which apparently offended some of the perps involved, and I got in trouble with the apartment management for that. I had pretty much decided to move out at the end of May anyway, so I was more than happy to comply with management's request.

Last December, I drove through Western North Carolina on my way back home from a trip to Florida, and I really liked what I saw, so I decided to move there. I found a house up in the hills in a small community called Arden, just outside Asheville. It has several advantages over the situation I faced in South Bend.

For one thing, since I no longer live in an apartment complex, people can't slam their doors within a few feet of my home. Sometimes my next-door neighbors slam their car doors, but they're probably 50 yards or more from my front door, so it's not nearly as bad. Also, I have a nice view of the mountains from my back yard, and the winter is a lot milder down here. It snows only about 15 inches a year compared to 75 inches in South Bend, and it never gets down below zero, whereas that happens a lot in South Bend.

On the other hand, I live just a few miles from the airport now, and we get a lot of airplanes flying nearby. Often it will be timed to coincide with my daily walk to the mailbox at the end of my driveway. They'll try just about anything to intimidate me, but I just let it roll off my back like everything else.

Even though I don't have anyone living in extremely close proximity like before, the walls still make a lot of strange noises. I believe this is done with some type of acoustical weapon, but I'm not sure how it works. It could be fired by my neighbors, but I'm not sure. Usually when the walls start talking to me, it's timed to coincide with something I'm reading on the Internet or with a line in a movie I'm watching on TV.

Since they're contstantly trying to get me to kill myself, usually it involves a refernce to suicide or something to that effect. For example, a character in a movie might say something like, "I feel so lonely today," or something like that, and at the insant the sentence is completed, I'll hear the wall make a noise or someone will start a car or a lawn mower nearby within hearing range.

Being under surveillance 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year is really a drag, but the biggest problem I face is still finding food and drinks that are not contaminated. Almost everything I buy at the grocery store or in restaurants is spiked with some toxic chemical or another. Not only does the food taste bad, it often has some unpleasant side effects. I feel sharp pains in my abdomen sometimes, which could be the onset of cancer or some other dreadful disease.

The amazing thing to me is how many people are complicit in the poisoning of an innocent person. For example, I ordered a glass of water in a restaurant recently, and it tasted OK, so I drank about half of it. Then the waitress poured more water into the glass, even though I didn't request it, and I noticed it had a funny taste after that.

There must be hundreds and hundreds of employees at local grocery stores, drugstores and restaurants who are aware of what's going on, because the shelves have to be stocked with certain items when I'm headed to the store. And whoever controls the music in the store has to be ready to play certain songs when I walk in the door.

Often the songs will be really sad, depressing songs, played at an unusually high volume -- the type of music that's totally inappropriate for a public place. Or sometimes the song will contain a reference to some aspect of the mind-control project.

As I've explained in other posts on this blog, the intelligence agencies have had the capability to read people's minds at a distance for many, many years. Although I'm pretty sure I've had micochips implanted in my brain and in other places throughout my body, it might not be necessary to have an implant in order to have your mind read. I think the current satellite technology might be sufficient.

At any rate, one day when I was in Walgreens, they played "If You Could Read My Mind" by Gordon Lightfoot. Funny thing is, I always liked that song until all this happened to me. You know, the one that goes, "If you could read my mind, what a tale my thoughts would tell ... "

Now, it's possible that I just happened to be in there when that song was playing, but it's not very likely. One way I can tell is, the volume at which the music is playing is way louder than usual. Another giveaway is how often this happens. If it just happened once in a blue moon, that would be one thing, but when it happens all the time, it's pretty obvious something is up.

Another one of their favorite tricks is when I get in line to pay for my stuff, there will be two or three customers in front of me with extremely complicated and time-consuming transactions. This could involve an unusually large order, difficulties with payment, the need to send someone back to check on the price of an item or any number of bogus reasons.

What I'm saying is that the customers and the employees are in collusion with each other. It's something that is agreed on in advance and carried out at the appropriate time. Then, when I finally get to the front of the line, the employees always try to act so sincere when they apologize for the long wait.

This wouldn't be that big of a deal except that it happens so often. Usually I expect it to happen and just shrug it off, but occasionally I surprise myself and blurt out a comment that lets them know that I know it's all part of the game plan.

One time when that happened, I said to the clerk, "Don't worry, it happens all the time. Matter of fact I expect it. It's called state-sponsored harassment, and it's been happening to me for five years." They didn't like that.

I wonder if there are other people in the community who are subjected to the same treatment. It seems hard to believe they go to all that trouble just for me. But whether I'm the only one or there are many, many others, it all amounts to the same thing -- the arrival of fascism in the United States. One definition of fascism is the merger of the corporations with the state. And when retail establishments in the community are carrying out mind-control operations at the direction of the intelligence agencies, that's exactly what you have.

Doesn't anyone ever object to this sort of thing? Doesn't anyone ever say, "You want me to do what?" Apparently not, because it might cost them their job.

Another thing they don't like is when I play golf. Often, when I get to the course, it will be backed up with players on a weekday, even though I usually avoid playing courses that are busy. And the players in front of me will be especially slow, and they'll pretend to be looking for a lost ball or wahtever. Or when I take a backswing on a putt, I'll hear the crack of a drive from the adjacent tee. Little things designed to throw me off my game. Airplanes flying by overhead as I line up a putt, lawn mowers starting up, whatever.

Or shotguns going off. That was about the most extreme thing I've had to deal with in terms of noise. One day I must have heard 10 shotgun blasts from a nearby farm, each time as I was about to line up a putt or take a swing.

Rock bands get into the act, too. At the last live show I attended, the instant I walked in the door, the band started playing. Anything to let me know that I'm under surveillance and that everyone around me is participating.

avoid financial ruin by investing in gold, silver

The greatest wealth transfer in the history of mankind is about to unfold. By taking action now, you can avoid becoming a casualty of the dollar's collapse and possibly get rich in the process.

Michael Maloney has spelled it out for you in his book, "Guide to Investing in Gold and Silver," and on his web site at http://www.goldsilver.com/ The following article summarizes some of the main points:

www.goldsilver.com/newsletters/newsID/3592/

Basically what's happening now is that the Federal Reserve has been printing so much money out of thin air that the value of the dollar is being gradually eroded. Already the dollar's value in relation to other currences in the world has dropped significantly, and there has been talk of replacing the dollar as the world's reserve currency.

But that's just the beginning. When all those dollars finally come home to roost in the next year or two, we'll have hyperinflation in the United States, just as Germany did after World War I.
When that happened, a loaf of bread cost a million marks. It could get that bad or worse in this country. A loaf of bread might cost $1,000 or more as the value of the dollar plummets. If you have $100,000 in the bank, it might be worth less than $1,000 after hyperinflation starts.

One way to avoid financial ruin is to take your money out of the bank now and invest it in gold and silver. When hyperinflation starts, people will scramble to buy gold and silver, because they are real money. Throughout history, paper currences have always collapsed eventually, and when that happens, gold and silver increase in value dramatically.

If you invest now, you'll profit as the price of gold goes from $1,000 an ounce to $5,000, $10,000 or much, much higher.

Bur first, do some research. A good place to start would be http://www.goldsilver.com/ .

how to read this blog

Since I am not the most computer literate person on the face of the earth, or even in this room at the library where I am writing to you, this blog is not organized in the best way possible. That's why I decided to post this guide.

The purpose of this blog is to document my lifelong ordeal as the target of a mind control project. Essentially, it covers two phases of my life, the first being my life from 1965, when I was 10 years old, to 2004. The second phase covers the period since 2004, when I was introduced to gang stalking, microwave harassment, a slander campaign, poisoning of my food and drinks, and various other forms of torture sponsored by the national security state.

Perhaps the best place to start is to read a few of the most recent posts, and then go into the archives and start reading my first few posts, which started in October 2005. A good place to start would be with the first post, title "how it all started." Most of the original posts deal with the situation I've encountered since 2004.

Another good post to read right away would be "the hidden evil," which describes the gang-stalking phenomenon.

If you don't find the links to older posts on the right-hand side of this page, you might have to scroll down to the bottom of the page to find them. I'm trying to fix that problem, but in case it isn't fixed yet, you should be able to find them there.

Most of the information about my life prior to 2004 is covered in the mind control series, "bizarre mind control atrocity exposed, parts 1-12," all written in February 2008. More installments will be added as time permits -- that is, if I am able to post them before being hauled off to a concentration camp, mental institution or jail.

the satanic cult that rules the world

If you've read the mind-control series on this web site, you might have already deduced this yourself, but just in case, I want to spell it out clearly. Basically, what I am alleging is that I was born into a satanic cult and somehow escaped, apparently by refusing to engage in the activities they wanted me to engage in.


I think this probably happened sometime between 1958, when I was 3 years old, and 1964, when I turned 9. Whenever it was, I am alleging that a campaign was undertaken at that point to gradually destroy my life. It was decided that I would marry a member of the cult, and that all my "friends" would be members of the cult, so that I would have no real support system to rely on when the time came to pull the rug out from under me in 2004.


One time the controllers told me, "You were used for a purpose." I think they communicated that message to me by zapping me with electric current at the time that line was uttered in a movie I was watching on TV. Or it could have been the refigerator kicking on or off in an exceptionally noisy manner, timed to coincide with that message. Or perhaps someone across the hall slammed a door at that instant, I don't remember. Anyway, I got the message.


And what was the purpose I served? Several possibilities come to mind. One was to use me in a lifelong mind-control project, designed, among other things, to test an individual's reactions to various instances of emotional trauma. Another way I was useful was by marrying into the cult and helping to raise two children for the cult.


There was a line in "The Franklin Cover-Up" that struck me as relevant to my own life. One of the satanic cult members says to someone who is trying to break away from the cult, something to the effect of, "If you try that, you'll end up married to one of us, and you won't even know it."

That is exactly what happened to me.

What I am alleging, and what I am trying to show on this web site, is that my life was essentially a cruel hoax. People who I thought were my friends weren't really my friends. The woman I loved and who I thought loved me did not love me. My children did not love me, at least after they were old enough to know the score. My brother and sisters did not love me. My mother and father did not love me. Well, my father, anyway. I'm still not sure abvout my mother. She died mysteriously in 1991 before I learned about all this.

I'm not saying they weren't nice to me. Sometimes they were. Usually, they acted as though they loved me. But when it came time to pull the rug out from under me, it became apparent that none of them would support me. I realized, as my roommate Kevin McCready used to say, "My man got played."

What else besides membership in a satanic cult could explain the fanatical devotion to the cause exhibited by my ex-wife? Who else would voluntarily marry someone she didn't love, just so she could inform on him his whole life and undermine his life in a thousand different subtle ways? Who would give up their chance at happiness, just so they could wreck someone else's?

Again, it wasn't obvious. That's how they were able to keep it secret for so long. Many of the people in my life, including my ex-wife, have a lot of wonderful qualities. But what they did to me was not wonderful.

It's pretty clear from the evidence presented on this web site that I was targeted by a mind-control operation at a very young age, at least by 1964, when I turned 9 years old. And it's also apparent that children played a prominent role in inflicting the emotional abuse that was one of the hallmarks of the atrocity.

So, how can one explain something as bizarre as that? The most likely explanation, as far as I can determine, was revealed in Alex Constantine's book on mind control, "Psychic Dictatorship in the U.S.A." He says, on page 56, "Rather than terminating MKULTRA, the CIA shifted its programs from public institutions to private cult groups."

On page 61, he continues, "Dr. Corydon Hammond, a professor at the University of Utah School of Medicine, says the cult underground has roots in Nazi Germany, and that the CIA's cult mind control techniques were based upon those of Nazi scientists recruited by the CIA for Cold Warfare."

Here's more:

"For 30 years, Agency scientists have collaborated with cults (many of them founded by the government) to conceal the development of mind control technology." (page 81)

"The Agency uses the cults to further the techniques and technology of mind control. In exchange, the CIA provides behind-the-scenes legal assistance and public relations. A perpetrator of ritual abuse, when nabbed, is often treated to friendly press coverage. In contyrast, ritually abused children and their therapists have been targeted for harassment because they threaten perps, cults and the Agency alike with exposure." (page 99)

What I am saying is that cult members involve their children in various activities, including emotionally draining dramas directed at their enemies, including innocent children.

One telltale sign that someone charged with child abuse or ritual abuse is a cult member is the involvement in the case of the False Memory Syndrome Foundation, whose board is almost exclusively composed of former CIA and military doctors currently employed by major universities.

FMSF founder Ralph Underwager testified in 1985 at the trial of Richard Barkman, who was charged with sexually abusing children at Small World preschool in my hometown of Niles, Mich. But the charges against Barkman were just the tip of the iceberg. Therapists who interviewed the children discovered that dozens of them described being subjected to ritual abuse by Barkman and others at the school and in the community. Some of them talked about having seen animals sacrificed and other bizarre activities.

The ritual abuse aspects of the case were left out by the prosecuting attorney. Barkman was the only one charged, and he was charged only with sexual abuse. He was convicted on that charge and served five years in prison before he was resleased on a technicality.

The fact that Underwager was called as an "expert witness" is revealing. This was before the FMSF was formed to brainwash the American people into believing ritual-abuse allegations were figments of the imagination, part of the "satanic panic" hysteria that was allegedly sweeping the country off its feet. But the truth is, the allegations were almost always true, and the FMSF was set up to misinform the public about the scandal.

Underwager was forced to resign from the FMSF in 1993 after he remarked in an interview that appeared in an Amsterdam journal for pedophiles, that it was "God's will" that adults engage in sex with children.

More confirmation that Satanism is rampant in Berrien County, where Niles is located, came in a front-page story that appeared in The Herald-Palladium, a daily newspaper published in St. Joseph, Mich., on April 8, 1989. The article was headlined, "Worship of Satan leaving its 'marks' on Berrien County."

"It's getting worse and worse across the nation," said Benton Harbor Police Detective Milt Agay, referring to the problem of satanic crime. "I think it's got the potential to get serious."

Folks, that was almost 20 years ago. Imagine how bad it is by now. In case you haven't noticed, since that time we've had Columbine, Virginia Tech and countless other examples of satanic crimes perpetrated on innocent people by victims of mind control.

Henry Makow has written a brilliant essay titled, "Does a Satanic Cult Rule the World?" You can read it here and decide for yourself: http://www.savethemales.ca/211002.html

Remember when I said my friends weren't really my friends at all? They tried to tell me that back in 1973, when my dormitory neighbor across the hall at the University of Michigan used to play the song "Dear Abby" by John Prine all the time, turned up loud. I always thought that was strange until one day a few years ago when I heard the song again for the first time in years. Here's how it starts out:

"Dear Abby, Dear Abby ... my feet are too long. My hair's falling out and my rights are all wrong. My friends they all tell me that I've no friends at all. Won't you write me a letter, Won't you give me a call. Signed, Bewildered."

Yes indeed. A bewildering state of affairs, to say the least.

attempted sexual frame-ups fail

As I have mentioned numerous times, since my wife divorced me in 1993, all my relationships have been sabotaged. At first, I had no idea this was going on, but then, a familiar pattern began to emerge in which a woman would indicate that she was interested in pursuing a relationship with me, and then break off the relationship abruptly with no explanation.

During this time, which was extremely frustrating, even heart-breaking at times, another strange phenomenon began to manifest itself. When I was out in public, for example in a bookstore or at a concert, women would deliberately brush up against me and rub their tits against my arm or my back or my chest. And sometimes they would be extremely YOUNG women -- teenagers ranging from 13 to 19.

After having had no success with women for so long, I finally got curious about this phenomenon, and I joined an Internet group that advertised itself "Younger Women for Older Men." Since I wasn't having any luck with women who were my age, I decided to try for a younger woman.

Sometime in the spring 2004, I contacted one of the women in the group and started to have an online conversation with her via instant messaging. It immediately became clear that she was a teenager -- probably a high school student or younger, because she started talking about being a cheerleader. It was just harmless fun to me, because I was curious about why all these teenagers were so interested in me, and I wanted to find out why she felt the way she did about older men.

I think she claimed she was from Utah or somewhere out west, so obviously, it was never going to amount to much, but I wanted to chat with her, just the same. Then, all the sudden, the conversation started turning to sex. She started talking about how she liked to watch pornographic movies and she was feeling horny, etc. It was apparent to me at that point that "she" was probably a cop, so I politely excused myself, ended the conversation and never chatted with "her" again.

Shortly after that, I was targeted by gang stalkers, electromagnetic weapons and other atrocities committed by the covert fascist police state called the United States of America. This involved daily encounters with underage girls, women pushing babies in their strollers and other strange incidents that seemed designed to make me feel guilty for having shown an interest in younger women.

Honestly, I never felt guilty about what happened, and I still don't. It never occurred to me to try dating teenagers when I joined the Internet group. I was thinking more along the lines of women in their 20s and 30s. As far as I know, it's still legal for a man in his 40s to date a woman in her 20s and 30s.

Anyway, I pretty much gave up on the idea after that, because by that time, I was starting to wake up to the fact that I was the target of a psychological-warfare operation.

Another tipoff was my roommate Adam and his 8-year-old "daughter," Ashley. She would come over and spend the night sometimes, although she allegedly lived with her mother most of the time. It was a disconcerting state of affairs, to say the least, because Adam and his "daughter" would sleep in the same bed. I thought that was a little strange. And they would often engage in physical contact, such as wrestling, that sometimes bordered on sexual behavior.

Ashley also made disgusting sexual overtures toward me. One time she was sitting across from me in the living room and spread her legs apart so I could see her underwear.

As July faded into August and I accepted a job offer with the Indianapolis Star, Adam found another place to live. On one of the last days he was there, he and Ashley went out to run an errand or something, and then she returned all by herself. She said she was going to go into her room and change her clothes, which I interpreted as an invitation for me to be alone with her and take advantage of her. In other words, an entrapment scheme.

I was so disgusted by that, I immediately left the apartment and went out to run some errands. I realize now that Adam was an informant and so was his so-called daughter. I doubt that they were even related.

At the time, I was shocked and disgusted that they would recruit a little girl only 8 years old and train her to be bait for a sexual entrapment scheme. I certainly would never have permitted my daughter to get involved in something like that, and anyone who does is certainly a very sick individual.

Since that time, after reading "The Franklin Cover-Up" and various other books, I have discovered that peophilia is rampant in this country and that the CIA engages in the sex trade for blackmail and other purposes. Many of the children who "run away from home" are kidnapped off the streets and forced to become sex slaves for the Illuminati.

Poor Ashley. I think she was probably another victim of the illegal pedophile rings that have connections to the CIA and the upper levels of the power structure in America.

A very similar incident happened to me back in the early 1980s. My wife started baby-sitting for a neighbor girl named Sarah who was just like Ashley. This was long before I was aware that there was a pedophile ring operating with impunity in the Unied States, sanctioned by judges, prosecutors, police officers, intelligence operatives, newspaper editors and other members of the elite.

On several occasions, my wife left me alone with Sarah, who made blatant sexual overtures toward me in an attempt to entrap me in improper sexual behavior. Needless to say, she failed.
But in looking back on it, it is now apparent to me that that incident and many other similar incidents in my life were designed to entrap me.

I believe it was because of my success in breaking away from the satanic cult that I was born into. Either they wanted to blackmail me or have me put in prison, I'm not sure which. After 50 years of failure to find something they could nail me with, they finally resorted to gang stalking, electromagnetic harassment and various other strategies designed to destroy my life.

the hidden evil

I recently discovered an excellent web site put together by one of my fellow targeted individuals by the name of Mark Rich. You can find it here: http://www.thehiddenevil.com/

From reading the information on his web site, it's apparent to me that Mark is being targeted in a similar fashion to the way I am targeted. I experience almost all the symptoms he experiences.

From The Hidden Evil:

This website is devoted to explaining a global program of torture, murder and persecution which I call the Hidden Evil. It includes a vast network of plain-clothed citizen informants, which is used for public stalking and the use of Directed Energy Weapons on targeted individuals. All core factions of the community are involved, and everyone, from seniors to children, participates in gang stalking.

Governments have used these groups in some form since the Roman Empire. The Hidden Evil is an example of this pattern repeating itself.

The citizens' network controls the streets of your neighborhoods. The evidence suggests that this network is not just part of a sub-culture within society, but that it literally permeates all aspects of it, and is therefore, part of the mainstream. As I'll demonstrate, this has happened before. The network is the creation of supra-governmental Think Tanks, which are made up of people of tremendous wealth. These Think Tanks manipulate your government like a puppet. So, in essence, these wealthy individuals control your streets.

The citizen gang stalking portion of the program is done under the guise of keeping an eye on internal threats to state security and cleaning up neighborhoods. As I'll demonstrate, this is exactly what the informant networks in East Germany and Russia were told when they were recruited into these state-sponsored programs.

On the neighborhood level, despite claims of patriotism, the main reasons for their participation are empowerment and adventure. Neuro-Linguistic Programming (NLP) and other behavior modification tools are used as weapons during public harassment. These attacks are combined with military-grade, silent, through-the-wall Directed Energy Weapons (DEW), and advanced electronic surveillance equipment. Many targets are attacked night and day with these weapons.

I have found that this program is a symptom of a heavily corrupted society under psychopathic rule. The program, in its basic form, is part of a re-occurring historical theme, which includes psychopaths gaining control of governments and using a percentage of the population to destroy their enemies. This is done to pave the way for an overt dictatorship, and is always done under the banner of righteousness. In its current form, it is part of a political movement known as the New World Order. On this site, I'll describe what Think Tanks are behind it. From top to bottom, the Hidden Evil is about power and control.

The mainstream news media, Congress and politicians will openly deny that this exists. Organizations under the control of the financial elite will also deny it, and may be used to discredit anyone who exposes it. The media will also be used in this manner. In the future, when the authorized historians write the official history books, this part of it will be left out or whitewashed.

So this site will also serve as a record. It will be a testimony for anyone who wants to learn the truth about how the streets of the NATO nations were taken over by multinational corporations, that used federally sponsored harassment groups to gang stalk their opposition, in order to pave the way for a corporate-fascist dictatorship.


Detailed information regarding the harassment explained below will appear in an updated harassment log. As new status reports are posted, outdated ones will be appended to the log.
Friends and relatives, who have been participating in the harassment, have recently been used to stalk me out in public as well.

In addition to the stores and businesses I often visit that are participating in gang stalking, usually at least one (or more) clerks is brain tapped with a type of voice-to-skull technology that allows real-time communication between the agency orchestrating this part of the harassment and the informant. (Editor's note: Another term for this is silent sound -- that is, a type of sound that can be heard only in the head of the individual targeted with the technology. It is used to harass targets as well as to relay instructions to gang stalkers.)

I have noticed this since 2005, and have recorded specific instances of it in a harassment log which I will post. More details about this technology will appear in an upcoming article or book. Most family members and friends of targeted individuals are fitted with this technology.

This brain tapping technology is obviously intended to maximize the trauma, and presumably portray me as mentally ill if I were to explain it. Like fingerprints, each person has their own unique brain print. Presumably, each of these individuals has visited a clinic where their specific brain pattern was cataloged and attuned to a type of a remote biofeedback computer. In all likelihood, this is being done by the CIA, FBI, other federal agencies, or a private security firm with national security privileges.

I've concluded that silent sound is used as a synchronization weapon.

Other electronic harassment includes a type of attack known as Phantom Touch, where it feels as though someone is running their fingers on top of my head. There are also burning attacks and sharp, pulsed pains, frequently aimed at my ears. I've run tests, indoors and out, where I make a drastic move in the opposite direction, and the attacks have almost always stopped.

A type of acoustic projectile weapon is used on surrounding walls, ceilings and surfaces, which produces a "ping" noise. I've noticed that the intensity of these noises can be as low as something that sounds like someone flicking their finger against a wall, to as loud as something that sounds like a bat hitting wall. This happens very frequently and has occurred in almost all of the structures I've been in. It follows me wherever I go on the farm.

Popping noises frequently occur in my ears (often while trying to sleep). I have reason to believe that HAARP or a Scalar Wave technology has been used to send at least one storm to this area. My reason for this suspicion will be covered in the harassment log in more detail. This may have also been used while I was in Malden.

Involuntary limb movement also occurs. This is often used when I'm next to a solid object as a physical attack, by forcing my limb into the object. For instance, if I'm putting an item away in the cabinet my arm will move abruptly to the top shelf, banging my hand against it. This also occurs with my legs, while walking through doorways, where my knee may frequently smash into the door or doorway. These movements are completely involuntary.

I also have reason to believe at this point that my dreams are being manipulated by having degrading themes implanted. More on this technology will be covered in future status reports and articles.

I continue to study this phenomenon and record their tactics whenever possible. In future books, or articles I'll use mainstream science to describe how the military is in possession of a biofeedback computer which consists of a multitude of electronice weapons. A person's individual brain pattern is first cataloged. Then, simply, like flicking a switch, they can be hooked into this computer without their knowledge. It then works in a round-the-clock, rotational manner, using one weapon, then switching to another.

Its obvious purpose is to break the person down. This technology is definitely being used on an enormous amount of people. I have been recording specific attacks and patterns of attacks which this computer uses, and will post them in the future.

Every single person so far that has entered this farm, from guests, to friends and family of the host, to postal workers and utility workers, have all indicated that they are part of this program. This program is much more extensive than I originally thought. It would seem that their admitted target goal of recruiting one-third of the population is close to being met. Around the beginning of January 2008 I noticed an increase in certain types of attacks such as Voice-To-Skull. I am under attack night and day. Usually, every waking minute.

bizarre mind-control atrocity exposed, part 13

Last night I was looking through the index of Robert Blair Kaiser's book on the Robert Kennedy assassination, and I found more than 30 names that connect to people in my life. What this means is that the CIA has been trying to tell me all my life that the RFK assassination has its fingerprints all over it.

The multi-part series on my lifelong mind-control ordeal, posted here, shows how my life is connected to the JFK assassination, the Franklin scandal, the Small World preschool child-sexual-abuse scandal in Niles, Michigan, ritual abuse, satanism, Freemasonry and much more.

I didn't realize until last night that the RFK assassination has also been woven into the fabric of my life. Here are some of the "concidences" that I discovered last night.

Dr. Henry Cuneo -- Brain surgeon who treated RFK in Los Angeles in June 1968.
Kevin Cuneo -- Sports editor of the Erie (Pa.) Daily Times who hired me away from the Grand Rapids (Mich.) Press in May 1988. I always thought there was something fishy about it, because Kevin and his brother, Pat Cuneo, who was a reporter at the paper, told me they chose me from a field of more than 300 candidates. Let's face it, I wasn't that good of a sports writer. Now I realize that this particular job change, as well as several others -- maybe all of them, for all I know -- were based more on the needs of the mind-control project than they were on my journalistic abilities. One way they were able to sweeten the pot was, when I flew in for the interview, they took me straight to a bar in downtown Erie called the Docksider. That bar just happened to be the local Dead Head hangout, and while we were there, Grateful Dead music was playing constantly. I proceeded to drink beer with the rest of the sports staff, and by the time we got out of there, it was pretty clear I was going to fit in just fine. Since I had never mentioned anything to Kevin about being a Grateful Dead fan, it's pretty clear that he learned this through his connection to the mind-control project. I always thought it was just a coincidence until I saw the way the rest of the puzzle pieces fit together. When I finally discovered his name was a reference to the RFK assassination, that was the clincher. One possible reason why Kevin hired me away from the Grand Rapids papaer is that I was working as a copy editor on the news desk at that time, and I had been giving front-page play to stories about George Bush's involvement in the Iran-Contra scandal. Another time I was hired away from the Michigan State University journalism department by the Roanoke Times & World-News after I proposed doing my master's thesis on Jim Garrison's investigation of the JFK conspiracy.

Laurence W. Sloan -- Handwriting expert who testified at Sirhan's trial.
Tom Sloan -- One of my father's business associates from South Bend who stayed with us for a while in California, sometime around 1971.

Carol Breshears -- In charge of the "Kennedy girls" at the Ambassador Hotel on the night RFK was shot. She told a guard to keep an eye on the infamous "girl in the polka-dot dress."
Ellen Brashears -- Neighbor who lived across the street from us on Sunnymede Avenue in South Bend from 1990 until I moved out in 1992.

Richard Buckley -- Public defender who initially counseled Sirhan after his arrest.
Bonnie Buckley -- My father's secretary in 1970 when we moved to California, and later my stepmother. She previously worked at Lockheed, the CIA-connected defense contractor where Thane Eugene Cesar worked prior to his involvement in the RFK case. Cesar, who was armed with a gun in the pantry and was positioned behind RFK at the time of the shooting, is suspected by researchers of having fired the fatal shots. The autopsy showed the fatal shots were fired at point-blank range from behind RFK, and Sirhan never got closer than 2 or 3 feet, and was at all times positioned in front of Kennedy. What appears to have happened is that Sirhan was a mind-controlled patsy who fired blanks from his revolver as a distraction while the fatal shots were fired by someone else -- probably Cesar.

Everett Buckner -- Rangemaster where Sirhan practiced firing a pistol, shortly before the RFK shooting. Buckner initially told reporters about seeing Sirhan with a girl whose description matched the girl in the polka-dot dress. Later, after being pressured to change his story, he said he had been mistaken, and that Sirhan was there alone.
Everett's Drive-In -- Ann Arbor greasy spoon where my wife worked while we were in college, 1977 or 1978.
Carole Buckner -- Night police reporter at the Daily Southtown when I was the night copy editor. We worked closely together and socialized quite a bit outside the office.

Frank Burns -- Attorney and close friend of Jesse Unruh who was in the pantry with the RFK party at the time of the shooting.
Scott Burns -- Member of the Grateful Dead cover band called High Street that played at various bars and other venues in the South Bend area around 1996-97. His sister Dawn Burns was also a member of the band. Both went to Niles High School when I was working as the sports editor of the Niles Daily Star, 1979 to 1982.

Charles Calvert -- Los Angeles police detective who questioned Sandy Serrano, the woman who saw the girl in the polka-dot dress run out of the hotel and down the stairs, shouting, "We shot him! We shot Senator Kennedy!"
Bob Calvert -- Former Niles Daily Star sports editor who worked for me part time as a stringer while I was working as sports editor of the paper.

Grant Cooper -- Sirhan's lawyer, who did everything he could to make sure the accused assassin did not receive a legitimate defense.
David Cooper -- South Bend Tribune photo editor who worked closely with me in 1990-92.

Richard Drew -- Pasadena Independent Star-News reporter who was in the pantry when RFK was shot.
Sean Drew -- Niles native, son of former mayor Mowitt Drew, who invited me to room with him and fellow Niles native Bill Landgraf in an apartment in Ann Arbor while we were all attending the University of Michigan in 1974-75. I thought it was odd at the time, since I really didn't know them that well, but now I understand, their assignment was to keep an eye on me for the mind controllers. Here's an example of what I'm talking about. In November 1974, before I had a clue about the CIA's involvement in the JFK and RFK assassinations, I saw a flier on campus advertising a lecture that was scheduled for that night on campus. Jeff Cohen of the Assassination Information Bureau was scheduled to show the Zapruder film and talk about the JFK case. I decided to go, and when I got home that afternoon, I told Bill Landgraf about it. He insisted on accompanying me to the lecture, even though he had never expressed any interest in political assassinations up to that point. After the lecture, I was convinced, especially after watching the Zapruder film, that shots were fired from at least two different directions, which was blatant evidence of a conspiracy. Landgraf was not convinced, and never once brought up the subject again. Shortly after this happened, the entrapment scheme to get me involved with Mary Pat Dowling began to take shape. Two years later, we would be married and I would be set up for the D'enouement in 1993 -- divorce and the gradual destruction of my career and what remained of my life.

Bette Eby -- Nurse who attended Robert Kennedy in the hospital after the shooting.
John Eby -- Dowagiac Daily News editor when I was sports editor of the Niles Daily Star. Since the two papers were both owned by the same company, we worked closely together at times and socialized some outside the office. Later, around 1998, he wrote an article on the JFK assassination that was based on a lecure given by my fellow assassination researcher Tim Smith at Southwestern Michigan College.

Bruce Elliott -- Foreman of the jury in Sirhan's trial.
Kristi Elliott -- Design editor who worked closely with me at The Times of Northwest Indiana.

Richard Goodwin -- Former JFK speech writer who was on RFK's campaign staff and was with him at the time of the shooting.
Pat Goodwin -- Manager of the Grateful Dead cover band called High Street. I went to see the band many times in the South Bend area in 1996 and 1997, and often spoke to Pat at the shows. I even wrote a story on the band for the South Bend Tribune.

Booker Griffin -- Helped subdue Sirhan in the pantry after the shooting.
Laura Griffin -- Friend of my sister-in-law, Sheila Dowling, and a colleague at the Niles Daily Star when I started working there in 1978. Her father, Lou Griffin, was assistant principal at Ballard Junior High when I was a student there 1967-70. Laura and I saw each other many times through the years as a result of her friendship with Sheila Dowling.

Willimay Harrison -- Introduced Sirhan to her granddaughter at a meeting of the Rosicrucians.
Don Harrison -- Veterans Cab owner who hired me to drive for him in May 1976.

John Howard -- Prosecutor who sought the death penalty for Sirhan.
Pat Howard -- Erie Daily Times editorial writer when I worked there from 1988 to 1990. He would often stop by the sports department to chat with us, and we socialized some outside the office as well.

Amadee Richards -- Wrote FBI report on the RFK assassination.
Dave Richards -- Erie Daily Times sports writer who worked closely with me from 1988 to 1990. We socialized quite a bit outside the office, and stayed in touch for many years. I last saw him at a Bettie Serveert concert in Cleveland Heights in April 2003.

Dr. Bert Meyers -- Surgeon who treated RFK at the hospital.
John Meyers -- Saratoga (Calif.) High School classmate who was my best friend from 1970-72.

Dr. O. Roderick Richardson -- Psychiatrist who testified at the Sirhan trial.
Patricia Richardson -- Daily Southtown reporter who worked closely with me in 1998-99.

Bill Barry -- Ex-FBI agent who was RFK's body guard in the pantry.
Lee Berry -- Detroit native who lived in the same residence hall I did at the University of Michigan during the 1973-74 school year. One time he invited me up to his room to get high and listen to "Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars," by David Bowie. In one of those strange "coincidences" that I now realize were not merely coincidental, but part of the mind-control project, I happened to "bump into" Lee as he was getting out ofa taxi in Cambridge, Mass., in August 1978. At the time, my wife and I were visiting my U of M classmate, Ellen Green. It was amazing that Lee was getting out of the taxi at the exact same time that we were leaving a store and walking out onto the street. Then again, maybe it wasn't so amazing.

Bill Jordan -- Los Angeles Police sergeant who questioned Sirhan.
Terry Jordan -- Neways distributor from Colorado who joined my downline.

Tom Collins -- This was Sirhan's drink of choice on the night of the RFK assassination at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles. He was seen in the company of the notorious "girl in the polka-dot dress" throughout the evening as he was drinking his Tom Collinses.
Tom Collins -- Mindy Burge's drink of choice on the night we went to see a band at Shula's nightclub in Niles, probably around 1974. Mindy was a Niles native who later figured in another amazing "coincidence." It was the spring or summer of 1976, and my wife and I decided to go to a lake near Ann Arbor to write our wedding vows. This was a place we had never been before. While we were there, we "just happened" to bump into Mindy. This was another example of one of the aims of the mind-control project, which seemed to be directed toward making me feel conflicted in my mind about my decision to get married, and later my marriage. Since I still had some unresolved feelings toward Mindy, I remember feeling some doubts in my mind when I saw her, especially since we were there to write our wedding vows. I was plagued by the same type of feelings in 1978, when my wife insisted that we visit Mindy in Philadelphia when we went on a trip to the East Coast. We also visited Ellen Green in Massachusetts on that trip, which was another set-up for similar reasons.

Albert Ellis -- Witness to the RFK shooting who heard a girl shout, "We shot him!" in the pantry of the Ambassador Hotel.
Jim Ellis -- Niles Daily Star photographer who asked me one time how I felt about divorce, sometime around 1908-81. I remember telling him, since my wife and I already had a child at that point, that I would not consider divorce to be an option until after my children were grown. Since I hadn't ever brought it up or thought too much about it, I thought it was strange at the time that he would ask me that. Now I think it was another case of foreshadowing. In other words, I think the controllers wanted me to connect his name to the RFK assassination, and that conversation to my divorce and the planned destruction of my life.

William Bailey -- FBI agent who questioned Sandy Serrano, the woman who saw the infamous "girl in the polka-dot dress" run out of the hotel after the RFK shooting.
LaDonna Bailey -- Arkansas femme fatale whom I met on the Internet. She invited me to visit her, then pulled the usual disappearing act.

strange deaths

During the past few years, there have been a lot of strange deaths in the news that pertain to my situation.

The most recent example occurred on Feb. 2, 2008, when five women were shot to death in the Lane Bryant store in Tinley Park, Ill. One of the victims was a South Bend woman named Jennifer Bishop who was a nurse. Another was a counselor at Homewood-Flossmoor High School. Her funeral was held at a Homewood church. I lived in Homewood when I worked at the Daily Southtown.

When I first heard about it, I thought it was probably another Manchurian candidate gone haywire, especially since the location was Tinley Park. I worked in Tinley Park at the Daily Southtown from 1998 to 2001.

At the time of the shooting, I had been reading a book called "A Citizen's Dissent" by Mark Lane. It's the story of how the news media attacked him after he published his indictment of the Warren Report, "Rush to Judgment," in 1966. A soon-to-be published book called "The Franklin Scandal" exposes the Franklin Credit Union case, which was first brought to national attention by Nebraska State Senator John DeCamp in his landmark work, "The Franklin Cover-Up," discussed in the mind control series on this web site. The author of "The Franklin Scandal" is Nick Bryant. For more information about the new book: http://www.trineday.com/paypal_store/product_pages/Franklin.html

Then I heard a South Bend woman was killed in the shooting, and her last name was Bishop. Paul Bishop was the name of a CIA agent who was involved in the Johnny Gosch case. Johnny was the 12-year-old boy who was abducted while he was doing his paper route in West Des Moines, Iowa, on Sept. 5, 1982. I had been reading about the case around the time of the Lane Bryant shootings.

Johnny Gosch was kidnapped by a pedophile ring that is supported at the highest levels of the FBI, CIA and Justice Department. These are the perverted criminals who run our so-called "government." Johnny's mother, Noreen Gosch, wrote a book about her struggle for justice in the case. It's called "Why Johnny Can't Come Home," and you can order it at http://www.johnnygosch.com/.

The boys who are abducted by this pedophile ring sometimes end up committing mass murders because they are subjected to mind-control programming by the CIA.

So let's review the "coincidences" involved. Mark Lane/Lane Bryant; Nick Bryant/Lane Bryant; Tinley Park/Daily Southtown; South Bend woman (Bishop)/South Bend man (me); Jennifer Bishop/Paul Bishop; Homewood-Flossmoor High School/former Homewood resident (me).

This was a CIA operation all the way, designed to send me some kind of bizarre message. Who knows what? Stop reading about the JFK assassination? Stop reading about Johnny Gosch? Stop living your life? You are causing all these things to happen?

If so, here's my response: I am not causing ANY of the these things to happen, YOU ARE! I am just trying to live my life and find out what the hell is going on in this country.

In her landmark book, "Mind Control Within the United States," published in 1997, Kai Bashir talked about being a lifelong victim of a bizarre mind-control experiment similar to mine. She, too, was plagued by strange deaths, including one of her best friends and a close relative, as well as seemingly random deaths that were designed to convey a message to her.

She talks about how mind-control technology can be used to influence people's thoughts and arrange for a "chance encounter," such as the confluence of people who were victimized by the Lane Bryant shootings. It can also be used to influence a programmed individual to commit mass murder. This happens all the time now. The Virginia Tech shootings and the Northern Illinois University shootings were two more recent examples of this mind-control atrocity.

Here's another case. Last April, I was reading a book by JFK researcher Larry Hancock titled "Someone Would Have Talked." It's about all the people who DID talk about the JFK conspiracy.
While I was in the process of reading the book, St. Louis Cardinals pitcher Josh Hancock was killed in a car "accident." The Cardinals were playing the Chicago Cubs in St. Louis at the time of the Hancock assassination, and the Cubs have always been my favorite major-league team, so the controllers knew I would be paying attention.

How could something like this be accomplished? The CIA has been staging "accidents" for so long, they have it down to a science. It's a convenient way of getting rid of people without drawing too much attention.

In my own case, my car has been tampered with, and it can be steered by remote control. It's possible that Hancock's car was tampered with, or the accident could have been "arranged" by other means.

What was the message? Stop reading about the JFK assassination or we'll kill someone else? If you're wondering what kind of monsters would do something like this, do a search for Illuminati on the Internet.

A New York Yankees pitcher also succumbed to an Illuminati mind-control operation. In September 2006, Cory Lidle was killed when his plane "accidentally" crashed into an apartment building in New York City. The intelligence agencies have had the the capability to cause airplane crashes for decades. That's how JFK Jr., his wife and his sister-in-law were assassinated.

The day before Lidle crashed his plane into the building, I had been in a local retail establishment discussing the 9-11 attacks, and I expressed my opinion to the store's owner that the hijacked airplanes could never have been allowed to fly around for so long without the complicity of the FAA and NORAD. If normal procedures had been followed, the planes would have been intercepted by jet fighters within minutes and either shot down or escorted to safety.

The next day, Lidle crashed into the apartment building. What was the message? "Oh well, accidents happen?" Sorry, I am not convinced.

And how about Heath Ledger? Do you really think he died because of the interactions of his anti-depressant medications with other drugs in his system?

I'll tell you why Heath Ledger died. Because he had a part in a movie that was used in my mind-control atrocity. He played Billy Bob Thornton's son in "Monster's Ball," co-starring Halle Berry. My ex-wife invited me to attend this movie with her, and if there's one thing I've learned from being a lifelong target of mind control, when someoneone invites me to see a movie, there is a message in it for me.

The character played by Heath Ledger was treated badly by his father, played by Billy Bob Thornton. He was always running his son down, telling him he was worthless. So one day, the kid shoots himself to death in front of his father.

That is what the controllers have been trying to get me to do for years. My father also inflicted a lot of emotional abuse on me as part of the mind-control operation. So the message was, "We want you to do what Heath Ledger did in that movie. His father never loved him, either. It's the only sensible thing to do."

Another thing about Heath Ledger, he starred in "Brokeback Mountain," the story of the gay cowboys who were in love with each other but couldn't show it in public. It was a terrific movie, and I was honestly touched by Heath Ledger's performance. Since I admired him so much, killing him was another form of ritual abuse against me.

current state of the atrocity

After writing 12 installments of the mind-control series, I feel like taking a break from all that ancient history and giving you an update on the current state of the atrocity.

Not a whole lot has changed since last July, when I posted "murder in progress." I am still being slowly poisoned to death by retail establishments in the South Bend area and southwestern Michigan. As far as I know, I am the only mind-control target being dealt with in this way.

To say the least, the level of corruption that would allow an atrocity like this to be perpetrated against an innocent American citizen is mind-boggling. If I could trust a lab to give me truthful results, I would attempt to find out what they're putting in my food and beverages, but there is absolutely no hope of this ever happening.

I suspect the chemical might be chlorine, which breaks down into the highly carcinogenic byproduct known as dioxin. It smells like chlorine, but there's no way I will ever find out from a lab test. That is how widespread is the influence of the national security state.

Essentially, everyone who comes into contact with me has a gun pointed at their head. In a sense, they're all accessories to murder, but I guess to them, it beats the heck out of getting targeted themselves.

What I am alleging is that almost all the products I buy at the grocery store are contaminated with a pesticide or some other toxic chemical. This has been going on for about a year and a half, and I am now starting to feel the effects. I feel strange pains in my internal organs, and my digestive system is starting to act up.

One of the prime examples is the soymilk I buy to pour on my breakfast cereal. For years, I had been buying 8th Continent soymilk, and until the food poisoning began, it always came with a cardboard lid that had a design on it. Now, when I unscrew the cap, there is a blank lid on it, as though the original one had been removed so the product could be tampered with.

I have tried driving 50 miles or more away from home to do my shopping, but it doesn't seem to matter, they're always ready for me. One of the reasons for this is that the controllers have been reading my mind for years. They see what my eyes see, hear what I hear and know what I am thinking at all times.

This phenomenon has been confirmed by other mind-control victims. John St. Clair Akwei described it in a lawsuit he filed against the National Security Agency, which is posted on the Internet. You can find it by searching for Akwei vs. NSA.

Here is an excerpt:

"For electronic surveillance purposes, electrical activity in the speech center of the brain can be translated into the subject's verbal thoughts. Remote neural monitoring can send encoded signals to the brain's auditory cortex, thus allowing audio communication direct to the brain (bypassing the ears). NSA operatives can use this to covertly debilitate subjects by simulating auditory hallucinations characteristic of paranoid schizophrenia.

"Without any contact with the subject, remote neural monitoring can map out electrical activity from the visual cortex of a subject's brain and show images from the subject's brain on a video monitor. NSA operatives see what the surveillance subject's eyes are seeing."

So, let's say a thought pops into my head that I will drive to a certain far-away town to do my grocery shopping. That would give the mind controllers a head start of up to an hour to be prepared for my visit. Since there are certain products that I tend to buy regularly, all they have to do is switch out a few of those products, and they can be fairly confident that I'll purchase at least SOME contaminated products when I do my shopping.

Who helps the NSA carry out its mind-control operations against a targeted individual?
According to Akwei, tens of thousands of persons in each area work as spotters and neighborhood/business place spies (sometimes unwittingly), following and checking on subjects who have been identified for covert control by NSA personnel.

Agents working out of offices can be in constant communication with spotters who are keeping track of the NSA's thousands of subjects in public. NSA agents in remote offices can instantly identify (using RNM) any individual spotted in public who is in contact with surveillance subject.

A distressing state of affairs, to put it mildly.

The technology possessed by our so-called "intelligence" agencies is far more advanced from the sanitized version publicized in the news media. I have personally witnessed some amazing things during the past year.

For one, they obviously have a great deal of control over the weather. They have the ability to intensify storms and even tornadoes. Hurricane Katrina certainly was created with the assistance of weather tampering.

I have seen a nice day turn into a cold, blustery, overcast day with no warning many times. Usually this happens when I try to play golf. Several times last fall, I checked the forecast and saw it called for a sunny day with temperatures in the 60s. Not ideal golf weather, but tolerable. But by the time I got to the course, the temperaure had plummeted abruptly, it suddenly got windy as hell, the sky became overcast and it started to rain.

Another strange phenomenon that has become apparent to me is their ability to control the actions of animals, especially birds. Since they have been trying to get me to kill myself for several years, one of their favorite tricks is to surround me with vultures. Last fall when I was on my way to play golf, I would invariably encounter vultures hovering over my car, and then again on the golf course.

One day I was playing with a guy I met at Paw Paw Lake golf course in Watervliet, Mich., and as the buzzards hovered overhead, I asked him, "Is that a buzzard or a hawk?" He said he thought it was a buzzard. Later, as I was walking from a green to the next tee, a hawk came flying overhead and landed in a tree, then started squawking at me, as if to say, "This is what a hawk looks like, dummy!"

I have had flocks of crows do the same thing. The mind-control technology sometimes drives them batty, and the entire flock will start squawking like hell when I walk by. Sometimes they even get violent. I've seen this in the news recently, where people talked about being attacked by aggressive birds, like in the Hitchcock movie, "The Birds."

Pets often act up around me. My brother, before he was poisoned to death, had a cat named Whitey. One day as I was driving over to my brother's house, I saw Whitey bolt from across the
street at full speed in front of my car so he could greet me at the door. Another time he walked into the room and used one of his front paws in an effort to stop me from typing something on the Internet that they didn't want me to type.

Military planes fly overhead and try to intimidate me when I'm reading something they don't like. Or the refrigerator will kick on at the precise instant that I'm reading something they want me to notice. Or maybe it will be a line from a movie on TV. Or a strange wind will blow through the ventilation system at the same instant that a thought pops into my head that they don't approve of.

My furnace makes strange clicking sounds, usually timed in such a way as to convey a message about something I'm reading. Or someone will turn on the shower in a neighboring apartment, and the plumbing will be tampered with in such a way that a deafening roar will emanate from the pipes, coinciding with a sentence I'm reading that relates somehow to mind control or another topic they don'l like me reading about, such as ritual abuse or satanism.

Every single day, dozens of times daily, people will slam their car doors at a time that coincides with something I'm reading or a line from a movie or a newscast. Hallway doors are also slammed with great regularity, usually timed in such a way as to convey a message to me.

For example, one time I was watching a movie, and one of the characters said, "His mother is the only one who ever loved him." At the exact instant that sentence was completed, a hallway door slammed so hard that it shook my apartment.

I also get a lot of rude treatment in restaurants, so I don't go out to eat very often anymore. The last time I did, my order was screwed up so badly that I had to send it back. Then, even the second version was so badly cooked, I could barely eat it.

Long, unexplained delays are common at fast-food restaurants. One time the party in front of me ordered $35 worth of food, waited for 10 minutes and then drove off. The drive-through window employee made a half-hearted apology for the delay, but it was obviously a set-up. Just another bogus excuse to annoy me.

Sometimes I wonder how they keep all this stuff secret. I guess the gun pointed at everyone's head explains a lot of it.

bizarre mind-control atrocity exposed, part 12

Thomas Kirby -- Pen named used by the late Walter Bowart when he was editor of Palm Springs Life magazine in the late 1980s. Bowart was the author of "Operation Mind Control," first published in 1978 and later updated. It was one of the first books to document mind control.
Kirby Sprouls -- South Bend Tribune editor who worked closely with me from 1990 to 1992. Also a neghbor and "friend." We carpooled to work and back for two years.
Rick Kirby -- Copy editor who worked closely with me in 2003-04 at The Times of Northwest Indiana in Munster, Ind. He sat directly across from me, and we even socialized outside the office. One time he introduced me to his wife's sister and encouraged me to ask her for a date. I did, but the relationship followed the familiar pattern already described twenty-five thousand times on this blog.

Adam Walsh -- Six-year-old boy abducted from a Sears department store at the Hollywood Mall in Hollywood, Fla., on July 27, 1981, and later found murdered in a satanic crime. Adam was born on November 14, 1974 , so -- coincidentally, I'm sure -- he shared a birthday with my father. Though convicted serial killer and satanist Ottis Toole confessed to the boy's murder, he was never tried for the crime. Adam's death received a lot of national publicity, and Adam's father, John Walsh, later became an advocate for victims of violent crime
Wendell Walsh -- South Bend attorney whose sons, Colin and Evan, were on the same Little League team as my son, Michael, in the early 1990s. My daughter Caroline did some baby-sitting for the Walshes, so we had a lot of contact with the family.

Cathy O'Brien -- Co-author of "Trance Formation of America," published in 1995, about her experiences in Project Monarch as mind-controlled sex slave.
Bill O'Brien -- Roseland Cab driver who worked closely with me in 1996-97. He rode around with me for his "training" on his first day, and we shared many meals together in South Bend restaurants. He was definitely planted in my life so I would make the connection.
John O'Brien -- Daily Southtown editor who worked closely with me from 1998 to 2001 (see part 1).

Charles Denton "Tex" Watson -- Former member of Charles Manson's "Family," he was convicted of the satanic murders of movie star Sharon Tate and six other people that took place in the early morning hours of Aug. 9, 1969, and the following night.

Terry Watson -- One of my classmates at Ballard Junior High in Niles, Mich., in 1969-70. I had verry little contact with him and barely knew him, but for some strange reason, he walked up to me one day in the hall and shoved me, knocking the books I was holding all over the floor in front of a crowd of people. One of those people was Cherie Gaedtke, a "friend" who later became my sister-in-law when she married my wife's brother. Since Watson was about twice as big as me and 10 times as mean, I declined the opportunity to get my ass kicked. Now I realize, this incident had two purposes. One was to humiliate me in front of one of my girlfriends. Another was to make me remember Terry Watson all my life, and later to connect his name with Tex Watson of the Manson Family. Terry Watson also had a connection to Robert Willis, who was another important person in the bizarre scenario that was unfolding all around me.

Phil Willis -- Filmed the JFK assassination in Dealey Plaza.

Robert Willis -- Ballard Junior High classmate who beat up Terry Watson after Watson shoved me that day, in between classes in the crowded hallway. Willis also beat up another kid who was trying to bully me. In the fall of 1970, after we moved to California, Robert Willis was "accidentally" shot to death by his friend Taylor Askew as they were messing around with a gun, allegedly in preparation for some coon hunting. I found out about this in a letter from my old buddy Jim Scott. This was the first of many "strange deaths" that have happened to people in my life. At least, it's the first I can recall at this time. I plan to describe some of these deaths in a separate post. The effect of this one was to make me feel sad, especially since Robert had been so good to me at Ballard. Of course, his death may well have been an accident. But if it wasn't, one possible message it could have been designed to send was that "No one will be able to protect you. If anyone tries, we'll kill them." There was also a reference to the shooting incident in the movie "Body Heat," which was discussed earlier in this series. Ned, Oscar and Lowenstein are all sitting around having a bite to eat at Stella's, and Oscar is talking about the heat and how it affects the crime rate, causing violence to increase. Oscar then says to Ned, "Look at Lowenstein. Everything's just a little askew. That happens when it gets hot outside."

O.J. Simpson -- Who can forget the made-for-TV murder trial that lasted for months in 1995? The case had some connections to mind control, not the least of which was the entire media spectacle, which diverted the American public from other, more important issues, like the fact that America was becoming a covert fascist police state. On June 17, 1994, the day of the infamous slow-speed chase involving the Ford Bronco, my ex-wife invited me to join her for dinner at a restaurant that had a TV in the bar. As we discussed possible reconcilation, the Bronco chase was being broadcast on CNN. That incident and many others have led me to believe that my ex-wife's family and my family both have connections to the Illuminati, or at least to the CIA. Other examples of foreknowledge of CIA operations include 9-11 and the JFK Jr. assassination. These are discussed in a post titled "foreshadowing" in the January 2006 archives.

Brett Simpson -- CIA operative who posed as a fellow Green Party activist and "friend" from 1995-97. I also let him stay at my house for a couple months while he was in the process of buying his own house. He introduced me to another femme fatale named Diana Mendelsohn who was my girlfriend in 1997 and then later pulled the usual disappearing act.

Jerry Lowe -- Former Lincoln (Neb.) cop hired by a committee of the Nebraska legislature to investigate the Franklin Credit Union scandal in 1989.

Harold Lowe -- South Bend Tribune wire editor who worked closely with me from 1990-92.

Karin Lowe -- Design editor at The Times of Northwest Indiana who worked closely with me from 2001-04.

Joseph Schott -- FBI agent in charge of the Fort Worth office and Mac Wallace's roommate at the University of Texas. He gave Wallace the gun that Wallace used to kill one of LBJ's enemies. Later, Wallace's fingerprints were found in the "sniper's nest" of the Texas School Book Depository.

Kate Schott -- Daily Southtown reporter and femme fatale who suggested we go out to see a concert together in 2000. Then, when I tried to set up a date, she acted like I was harassing her. This was part of a pattern of harassment that replayed itself many times in the years following my divorce in 1993.

J. Thornton Boswell -- One of the Navy pathologists in charge of falsifying the JFK autopsy.

The Boswells -- Family that lived across the street from us on Topinabee Road in Niles, Mich., from 1965 to 1970. One night, my sister Jenny staged an incident that I believe was designed to make me remember the Boswells. She was cooking something in the oven, and it caught on fire. Since I was sitting at the kitchen table, she told me to run acros the street to the Boswells' house and get their help. After I burst through the front door and told them what was happening, Mr. Boswell ran across the street with me and helped us put out the fire.

Cindy Thornton -- My sister Jenny's best friend when we were growing up in the house on Topinabee Road.

Pam Thornton -- Niles classmate who stayed in touch with my wife through the years.

Lee Thornton -- Pam's father and a golf enthusiast who berated me one time when I was covering a golf tournament at Plym Park in Niles. He claimed I was distracting the players when I was taking pictures for the newspaper, but I wasn't. He just did that to make an impression on me, so I would remember him.