I've been posting on this board for nearly 10 months, I believe I've put forwards bits and pieces of information on a bunch of subjects, and in trying to help debate until a result is drawn I feel that some discussions have actually evolved my understanding of particular subjects.
Although I've done this for so long, I haven't fully unleashed what has been occuring to me to the whole board. I've kept it a bit of secret because I had a belief that just mentioning it to the board could have a partial influence over it occuring in the first place.
I for the past three years have been under heavy strain trying to deal with something that I know most of the board would either not take seriously, or believe it insane.
The problem has been keeping it silent has allowed the problem to grow much worse, and I believe it's about time that I air what the problem is so everyone here and anyone that happens to find this through a search can learn about the reality of it's nature.
(this is a long post, I apologise, but if you read it I commend you.)
What is this problem I refer to?
I have been on "Incapacity Benefits" for approx 3 years, my reason for being "Incapacitated" was due to some stunt a lab pulled on me that got be locked up in an Mental Health Hospital.
(An underfunded one with paint peeling off the walls, a malfunctioning heating system and who's staff seemed undertrained to deal with Labrats.)
What basically happened was this:
In 1999 some weird events happened, I heard some voices for a short instance, which have turned out to be students manipulating Entropy through the use of short wave frequencies.
Such tricks as firstly I had this odd illusion about large corporate sponsors, I can't name any of them but it was made out to look as if someone was "filming" my life from the use of the Radio frequencies.
Then the students really started to piss about, making out that I in a parallel was more advanced and was attempting to connect to myself, and another one was making out that I was going to end up in a hospital and suffer electroshock therapy 4 times, another one was making out a film crew (director and clapperboard) was calling me god and "Action".
This and a few other pieces occured but I at the time took no notice, I just thought the Ganja I was smoking at the time had been spiked.
(I no longer smoke Ganja.)
I was at the time suffering from not having an income, I was living off my father and eating only Toast. I tried getting a job with a webspace provider but due to not speaking more than my first language I was told to hit the curb.
I was speaking to a few people at the time through the net, since I use to be a chatter (using a chat service on the net). I spoke to one man through a messenger service, who I only knew of from a discussion with someone about some weird events on a bulletin board.
I was mesmerised by the man's extravegant use of the english language, he would seemingly pull words without more than a few seconds that wouldn't occur to me, in fact I had to hunt through the dictionary just to get a clue to what some of the meanings were.
I shared with him some of my daft juvenile thoughts, and wanted to speak to him in person so I managed to arrange a meeting for March that year.
Since I had wanted to find a job I had managed to find an advert in New Scientist for a placement at a Laboratory as a "technical Officer", in truth the only things I could do that it had down as needed, was the CAD operation and perhaps the computer interaction, as for the whole lengthy pieces on Radiological telescopes, I was intrigued but didn't really have that much of a clue.
I at that time had one of my theories of how to create something using a satellite matrix, and thought of it's application if I was accepted at that Laboratory, and also had decided that I would quite smoking ganja if I was accepted. (I wasn't accepted)
While that application was being rejected, I went to meet that man, and spoke to him about many things, although I only met with him for about 1/2 to 1 hour it was enough to get some information across. Although my "theories" at that time were pretty absurd.
One thing I did mention to him though was I was looking at the possibilities for creating a machine for transfering faster than light information, of course I wasn't looking at all the facts back then, although I knew after I met him that I would have to consider continuing to look into more facts on the possibilities rather than just building a machine.
I've mentioned before about this, but on waking that morning to meet him I was greeted with two images. Now some people would say "sleeping, then it must have been a dream".
Well it wasn't, the images were wireframe shapes rotating on a Fractal background (Like a giant Mandelbrot).
I asked him about the shapes, and some extra ones I threw in, because I had been contemplating neural networking (perhaps you can work out what I was planning with the satellites)
The Man told me of "Schrodingers Cat" and gave his version of the experiment, but he mentioned of "bombarding the cat from outside of the box with frequency".
Within 1 month of this meeting, I was tryin to relax with some friends smoking that terrible weed, and I kept feeling as if I was been bombarded by Frequency, it happened once or twice and I got a bit edgy.
Then one night it got too intense, I had this erge that I needed to ring the emergency number, but everybody was spooked when I asked them to ring the police. So I went home since everybody had been spooked and I was still being attacked by the frequencies, just stronger now I was near enough alone at home.
My father was upstairs but I was passing back and forth in the rooms below, My sight was starting to yellow in colour (probably just due to the bulbs) but my sense of smell was now no longer functioning correctly, all I could smell was something similar to a poison or gas. I realised that someone had placed me in a box, a box of satellites and was bombarding me I began to panic.
My father appeared, yelling, aggressive and annoyed at my pacing, I asked him to take me to the police station, he took me to the hospital.
[I realise now it wasn't that I should telephone the police, but it was in fact the people doing what they were doing to me, suggesting to the person that was doing it that they should inform the police before they continued... which they didn't!]
I went to an Accident and Emergency at like 3am, but they said that I should be moved over to the Mental Health hosptial. Now I knew what I needed was someone to get arrested to stop them bombarding me, I tried explaining to nurses, but they treat all of this like its a mental disorder and fabricated.
I was taken to the Mental Health hospital, they basically asked that "You stay for observation". With undernorishment, a high dopamine level, lack of sleep (now 4:30 am), they gave me a sleeping tablet after taking a bloodtest and I was out for the next day.
I awoke to find I was in a "Secure Unit", f**k knows what my old man had said, but he had surely f**ked up. The doctors slapped infront of me a form and said "SIGN this!".
I didn't know at the time but this was a form, so they could incarcerate me for 3 days.
Well in those three days they gave me a drug that caused me to act like I was on acid. (Although it didn't help seeing all the "No illegal drugs are allowed on the premises" with all the details of what would happen if a person got caught, so I ate my last little piece of ganja, which was a real foolish manovre with the hosptial narcotics effecting it further.)
This is where the first drugs caused a reaction that felt like my nerve endings being destroyed, like a fire. They then changed it to this other drug.
The whole time I knew I didn't need drugs, so I didn't want them. I just wanted to get home and sleep everything off. But the doctors were following some Medieval torture ritual of incarceration and drugging.
when 3 days was up, another paper came along with a promise of a tribunual after this 2 week section. The tribunual was a farce, someone slipped me a micky to stay there, probably switched the drugs that I was taking, I had tried to refuse them since I disagreed that I need them.
So I found myself stuck in there for 3 Months. B*STARDS!
For 3 months I had to try and stop myself from being destroyed by the narcotics they were pumping into me, while also combatting the radio frequency "holographic" halucinations that those people that had put me in there to begin with were adding to the effect.
I wasn't happy and will never be happy until there is justice over just this point, but thats not where it stopped, infact it still continues...
In 2000 I managed to break free from the last of their tyranny, I was suppose to take injections of yet another dodgy pharmaceutical. Again I knew that this was all Bullsh*t, I knew that now I was no longer after the people that had bombarded me and put me in there but I would need to deal with these doctors in the future with the use of the Law.
(Presently everyone has taken the skeptic approach and played down my rights to legally challenging the hopsital over malpractice.)
In March 2000, those students re-appeared in my head after 6 months away, but were they just about to check me out... Oh no... they were here to cause more trouble in my life.
[Why the F*ck won't governments force some law about clandenstine experiments being recorded by a governing body?]
So I had to deal with some "holographic" hallucinations that were far beyond the original ones, Like the "STARWARS" one where it was like 20 satellites in orbit, all tilted their solarpanels to reflect the suns energy at a singular point... Me. One instance was complete heat, and a sun tan.
That day I was travelling up to Scotland via plane, and one of the students pulled the worst sound FBI agent attempt I've ever heard. (Making out hackers had taken over the satellites and made them do that stunt, just with an English accent... go figure.)
A few other tricks were pulled, like the resonance of halogens in air to create 3 dimensional images, the first was this green alien head that rolled through the wall. I laughed and just thought of all these satellites being positioned to create the effect.
[This was before the understanding of short wave formations and ground arrays]
Another was this large beast, it looked like the creature from Predator cloaked (namely it was invisable) I just thought about how I could see it like some computer special effects code, that I could probably get one instance of it's cloak and untangle it.
Another is where they tried to call themselves "Morpheus", now I had had enough of their tomfoolery, It was beyond a joke. So I said, "I'm Zeus and your not Morpheus", I began considering the points of "God mode" in games, although it would seem a complete fabrication it made me feel good for having something to fire back at them.
These of course were attempts to not just drive me insane, but debunk anything that I outputted about the experiences.
Eventually They popped a group of students claiming to be hackers into my head, A stupid place to put anyone since I had a theory on Spontaneous Human Combustion. They tried talking me into doing a hack, I didn't want to, so following my Zeus/god mode combative stretch I uttered some words that I confess hackers don't like.
"I think it's time to firewall", with that My temperature started to increase for an instance, an then a "group" claimed thy had entered and kicked the students out.
Then the students acted at a higher intensity of tricker, the group claimed to be trying to remove the problem and at the end of the day they were just one in the same.
This brings us up to about August 2000, But since that point I have had to put up with 24/7 of someone monitoring me, and maniplating my thought patterns. Although I've regained my sanity in the sense I know I don't have a god mode. (lol) I have had to put up with the hassle of students that believe that since no one has come forwards they could torture me.
This has been going on for 2 years (and is still going on at time of writing).
I've tried gaining government assistance to not just catch ut detain the culprits, but they don't take any notice. I now know that this sort of equipment and method is used in the creation of:
U-Boats, people that haven't got any evidence of being connected with blackops used as patsies in the killing of people, usually assasinations (warping political notions to an individual).
It's also known that "Mass murderers" have in the past claimed to have suffered from similar aspects of this arrangement, So I need some help stopping this before they try and push me in that direction.
In fact "Suicide Bombers" could be down to this equipment also, take for instance if a racist organisation was to pit one race they didn't like against another using this method and equipment. (Middle east should pay attention to that possibility that a bunch of organised racist movements could set this up.)
I feel that I have suffered enough from this equipment, I know that it can make a person irrational, I know it can damage a person (In fact I'm going to get some Scans to prove the damage)
I just wanted everyone on this board and out there to know that although people talk about radiation bombardment and people turn round and call them crazy, The technology is possible and to call them crazy is being dumb as you allow that technology to be misused.
Thre you go, way too much information about me, and about the possibility that I face death with every waking moment.
[EDIT]
This post contains relevant material.
http://www.sciforums.com/f30/s/showthread.php?s=&postid=142182#post142182
Although I've done this for so long, I haven't fully unleashed what has been occuring to me to the whole board. I've kept it a bit of secret because I had a belief that just mentioning it to the board could have a partial influence over it occuring in the first place.
I for the past three years have been under heavy strain trying to deal with something that I know most of the board would either not take seriously, or believe it insane.
The problem has been keeping it silent has allowed the problem to grow much worse, and I believe it's about time that I air what the problem is so everyone here and anyone that happens to find this through a search can learn about the reality of it's nature.
(this is a long post, I apologise, but if you read it I commend you.)
What is this problem I refer to?
I have been on "Incapacity Benefits" for approx 3 years, my reason for being "Incapacitated" was due to some stunt a lab pulled on me that got be locked up in an Mental Health Hospital.
(An underfunded one with paint peeling off the walls, a malfunctioning heating system and who's staff seemed undertrained to deal with Labrats.)
What basically happened was this:
In 1999 some weird events happened, I heard some voices for a short instance, which have turned out to be students manipulating Entropy through the use of short wave frequencies.
Such tricks as firstly I had this odd illusion about large corporate sponsors, I can't name any of them but it was made out to look as if someone was "filming" my life from the use of the Radio frequencies.
Then the students really started to piss about, making out that I in a parallel was more advanced and was attempting to connect to myself, and another one was making out that I was going to end up in a hospital and suffer electroshock therapy 4 times, another one was making out a film crew (director and clapperboard) was calling me god and "Action".
This and a few other pieces occured but I at the time took no notice, I just thought the Ganja I was smoking at the time had been spiked.
(I no longer smoke Ganja.)
I was at the time suffering from not having an income, I was living off my father and eating only Toast. I tried getting a job with a webspace provider but due to not speaking more than my first language I was told to hit the curb.
I was speaking to a few people at the time through the net, since I use to be a chatter (using a chat service on the net). I spoke to one man through a messenger service, who I only knew of from a discussion with someone about some weird events on a bulletin board.
I was mesmerised by the man's extravegant use of the english language, he would seemingly pull words without more than a few seconds that wouldn't occur to me, in fact I had to hunt through the dictionary just to get a clue to what some of the meanings were.
I shared with him some of my daft juvenile thoughts, and wanted to speak to him in person so I managed to arrange a meeting for March that year.
Since I had wanted to find a job I had managed to find an advert in New Scientist for a placement at a Laboratory as a "technical Officer", in truth the only things I could do that it had down as needed, was the CAD operation and perhaps the computer interaction, as for the whole lengthy pieces on Radiological telescopes, I was intrigued but didn't really have that much of a clue.
I at that time had one of my theories of how to create something using a satellite matrix, and thought of it's application if I was accepted at that Laboratory, and also had decided that I would quite smoking ganja if I was accepted. (I wasn't accepted)
While that application was being rejected, I went to meet that man, and spoke to him about many things, although I only met with him for about 1/2 to 1 hour it was enough to get some information across. Although my "theories" at that time were pretty absurd.
One thing I did mention to him though was I was looking at the possibilities for creating a machine for transfering faster than light information, of course I wasn't looking at all the facts back then, although I knew after I met him that I would have to consider continuing to look into more facts on the possibilities rather than just building a machine.
I've mentioned before about this, but on waking that morning to meet him I was greeted with two images. Now some people would say "sleeping, then it must have been a dream".
Well it wasn't, the images were wireframe shapes rotating on a Fractal background (Like a giant Mandelbrot).
I asked him about the shapes, and some extra ones I threw in, because I had been contemplating neural networking (perhaps you can work out what I was planning with the satellites)
The Man told me of "Schrodingers Cat" and gave his version of the experiment, but he mentioned of "bombarding the cat from outside of the box with frequency".
Within 1 month of this meeting, I was tryin to relax with some friends smoking that terrible weed, and I kept feeling as if I was been bombarded by Frequency, it happened once or twice and I got a bit edgy.
Then one night it got too intense, I had this erge that I needed to ring the emergency number, but everybody was spooked when I asked them to ring the police. So I went home since everybody had been spooked and I was still being attacked by the frequencies, just stronger now I was near enough alone at home.
My father was upstairs but I was passing back and forth in the rooms below, My sight was starting to yellow in colour (probably just due to the bulbs) but my sense of smell was now no longer functioning correctly, all I could smell was something similar to a poison or gas. I realised that someone had placed me in a box, a box of satellites and was bombarding me I began to panic.
My father appeared, yelling, aggressive and annoyed at my pacing, I asked him to take me to the police station, he took me to the hospital.
[I realise now it wasn't that I should telephone the police, but it was in fact the people doing what they were doing to me, suggesting to the person that was doing it that they should inform the police before they continued... which they didn't!]
I went to an Accident and Emergency at like 3am, but they said that I should be moved over to the Mental Health hosptial. Now I knew what I needed was someone to get arrested to stop them bombarding me, I tried explaining to nurses, but they treat all of this like its a mental disorder and fabricated.
I was taken to the Mental Health hospital, they basically asked that "You stay for observation". With undernorishment, a high dopamine level, lack of sleep (now 4:30 am), they gave me a sleeping tablet after taking a bloodtest and I was out for the next day.
I awoke to find I was in a "Secure Unit", f**k knows what my old man had said, but he had surely f**ked up. The doctors slapped infront of me a form and said "SIGN this!".
I didn't know at the time but this was a form, so they could incarcerate me for 3 days.
Well in those three days they gave me a drug that caused me to act like I was on acid. (Although it didn't help seeing all the "No illegal drugs are allowed on the premises" with all the details of what would happen if a person got caught, so I ate my last little piece of ganja, which was a real foolish manovre with the hosptial narcotics effecting it further.)
This is where the first drugs caused a reaction that felt like my nerve endings being destroyed, like a fire. They then changed it to this other drug.
The whole time I knew I didn't need drugs, so I didn't want them. I just wanted to get home and sleep everything off. But the doctors were following some Medieval torture ritual of incarceration and drugging.
when 3 days was up, another paper came along with a promise of a tribunual after this 2 week section. The tribunual was a farce, someone slipped me a micky to stay there, probably switched the drugs that I was taking, I had tried to refuse them since I disagreed that I need them.
So I found myself stuck in there for 3 Months. B*STARDS!
For 3 months I had to try and stop myself from being destroyed by the narcotics they were pumping into me, while also combatting the radio frequency "holographic" halucinations that those people that had put me in there to begin with were adding to the effect.
I wasn't happy and will never be happy until there is justice over just this point, but thats not where it stopped, infact it still continues...
In 2000 I managed to break free from the last of their tyranny, I was suppose to take injections of yet another dodgy pharmaceutical. Again I knew that this was all Bullsh*t, I knew that now I was no longer after the people that had bombarded me and put me in there but I would need to deal with these doctors in the future with the use of the Law.
(Presently everyone has taken the skeptic approach and played down my rights to legally challenging the hopsital over malpractice.)
In March 2000, those students re-appeared in my head after 6 months away, but were they just about to check me out... Oh no... they were here to cause more trouble in my life.
[Why the F*ck won't governments force some law about clandenstine experiments being recorded by a governing body?]
So I had to deal with some "holographic" hallucinations that were far beyond the original ones, Like the "STARWARS" one where it was like 20 satellites in orbit, all tilted their solarpanels to reflect the suns energy at a singular point... Me. One instance was complete heat, and a sun tan.
That day I was travelling up to Scotland via plane, and one of the students pulled the worst sound FBI agent attempt I've ever heard. (Making out hackers had taken over the satellites and made them do that stunt, just with an English accent... go figure.)
A few other tricks were pulled, like the resonance of halogens in air to create 3 dimensional images, the first was this green alien head that rolled through the wall. I laughed and just thought of all these satellites being positioned to create the effect.
[This was before the understanding of short wave formations and ground arrays]
Another was this large beast, it looked like the creature from Predator cloaked (namely it was invisable) I just thought about how I could see it like some computer special effects code, that I could probably get one instance of it's cloak and untangle it.
Another is where they tried to call themselves "Morpheus", now I had had enough of their tomfoolery, It was beyond a joke. So I said, "I'm Zeus and your not Morpheus", I began considering the points of "God mode" in games, although it would seem a complete fabrication it made me feel good for having something to fire back at them.
These of course were attempts to not just drive me insane, but debunk anything that I outputted about the experiences.
Eventually They popped a group of students claiming to be hackers into my head, A stupid place to put anyone since I had a theory on Spontaneous Human Combustion. They tried talking me into doing a hack, I didn't want to, so following my Zeus/god mode combative stretch I uttered some words that I confess hackers don't like.
"I think it's time to firewall", with that My temperature started to increase for an instance, an then a "group" claimed thy had entered and kicked the students out.
Then the students acted at a higher intensity of tricker, the group claimed to be trying to remove the problem and at the end of the day they were just one in the same.
This brings us up to about August 2000, But since that point I have had to put up with 24/7 of someone monitoring me, and maniplating my thought patterns. Although I've regained my sanity in the sense I know I don't have a god mode. (lol) I have had to put up with the hassle of students that believe that since no one has come forwards they could torture me.
This has been going on for 2 years (and is still going on at time of writing).
I've tried gaining government assistance to not just catch ut detain the culprits, but they don't take any notice. I now know that this sort of equipment and method is used in the creation of:
U-Boats, people that haven't got any evidence of being connected with blackops used as patsies in the killing of people, usually assasinations (warping political notions to an individual).
It's also known that "Mass murderers" have in the past claimed to have suffered from similar aspects of this arrangement, So I need some help stopping this before they try and push me in that direction.
In fact "Suicide Bombers" could be down to this equipment also, take for instance if a racist organisation was to pit one race they didn't like against another using this method and equipment. (Middle east should pay attention to that possibility that a bunch of organised racist movements could set this up.)
I feel that I have suffered enough from this equipment, I know that it can make a person irrational, I know it can damage a person (In fact I'm going to get some Scans to prove the damage)
I just wanted everyone on this board and out there to know that although people talk about radiation bombardment and people turn round and call them crazy, The technology is possible and to call them crazy is being dumb as you allow that technology to be misused.
Thre you go, way too much information about me, and about the possibility that I face death with every waking moment.
[EDIT]
This post contains relevant material.
http://www.sciforums.com/f30/s/showthread.php?s=&postid=142182#post142182
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