About Me

When I was five or six years old, I had a toy stuffed animal.  It was a sad-looking dog named “Lonesome.”  Within the past six years, on two separate occasions, I was told by radical feminists in San Francisco who I did not know that my “whole life is an experiment.”  They were referring to a brainwashing/mind-control/behavior-control experiment related to loneliness studies that started with that lonely-looking toy stuffed dog.    (Read more about this in my post, “Anti-Christian, Anti-American, Socialist Brainwashing.”)  Since  late 2008, I’ve been stalked and harassed overtly by political operatives and authorities who’ve indicated that I’m suspected of terrible crimes, though I’ve never been arrested.   I’ve been the subject of veiled death threats.  I have no privacy whatsoever.  Some of those involved know what I’m going to do before I do it, before I decide to do it.  I have vague, foggy bits and pieces of memories indicating that on more than one occasion I’ve been brought to a point of inebriation and/or drugged and coerced into making agreements I likely wouldn’t have otherwise.  I suspect that on some of those occasions, I was abducted.  

In an odd "coincidence" that I'm not sure how to explain, while a student at the University of Toledo in Ohio, I took part in a one-day psychology experiment that paid fifty dollars.  At the time, I didn't know what the experiment was for.  I just did it for the money.  Then, last year, I read an article titled, "The Lethality of Loneliness" which appeared in the March, 2013 issue of New Republic magazine.  I was shocked to find the experiment I took part in, now called Cyberball, described in the article.  It was then that I remembered the person facilitating the experiment saying to me as I left that day, "Have a nice life," a brazen, taunting allusion to continuing covert experimentation of which I was not aware. 

I was adopted as an infant.  Women who are either political insiders or federal intelligence operatives have been surreptitiously entering my life with the goal of marriage for the past 25 years.  One of them is Carrie Plank, the daughter of Long Island Protestant Minister, David Plank.  They lived in Speonk at the time.  Reverend Plank made veiled threats to me about having friends in the CIA, asking, “How would like to go work for them?”  I declined and he replied, “Oh, they’d love you.  I’m going to tell them about you.”  I’d been told in the past to either get married or “the CIA will make you a mind-controlled slave.”

I also suspect that the experiments being done on me are related to dimensional travel/time travel experiments conducted in Ong's Hat, New Jersey and Montauk, Long Island, which isn't far from Speonk.  In an interview with Richie Allen which is available on Youtube, Alfred Webre talks about time-travel experiments conducted in the early seventies, around the time I was born.  He claims that forces who have access to the technology, such as the CIA and similar entities, travel forward in time and identify people of note and “co-opt” their lives and/or groom them for important positions they are destined to hold.  It has been suggested to me that I am the subject of both of those things and many of my experiences also indicate that.  I’ve written that my life has been hijacked, but “co-opted” is the correct word.  They do it by means described above and in my brainwashing post.  Throughout my adult life, I’ve also had a string of “random” brief encounters with individuals who intended to covertly sway my fundamental political stances one way or another.

I have reason to believe that much or all of this is happening, especially the women sneaking into my life, because I stand to inherit billions of dollars from my biological father, whoever that might be.


Sheep-dipping
http://www.central-view.com/past.asp?number=1676
Do you think they can't use this process to ruin some unknowing victim?  Please...

In modern espionage terms, "sheep-dipping" is where you take one of your agents and you give him or her an alternate identity. Through the sheep-dipping process, you hope to rid your agent or case officer of all vestiges of his or her old self so that agent or case officer can emerge with an entirely new persona.

Knock, Knock And Sleep On It

Within the past year, there have been six or eight instances when, while sleeping, I suddenly heard the sound of someone knocking with great force, very loudly and was woken up by it.  It’s usually several knocks, say, six or more, in rapid succession.  Yes, dreams seem real, but these were not dreams.  I could hear the knocking loud and clear during the first seconds of being awake as if I was in a room where it was happening.   The first few times, it very clearly was the sound of knocking on glass deadened by water, the same way it sounds when you knock on the side of a large glass aquarium.  At some point, the sound changed to that of hard knocking on wood, as if, perhaps, on a hardwood tabletop and it’s stayed that way since. 

You know how when you’re having trouble sorting out an issue in your life, you might say, “Let me sleep on it?”  Every time this occurred, it was at an exact moment when I was approaching something important in the process of sorting out my situation or when I was recalling a critical event or encounter that I hadn’t yet recalled.  This knocking is done specifically with the intention of interrupting my train of thought while sleeping.

Some of these instances are accompanied by a comment.  I don’t remember them all, but, one that came after a knock on a night when I was sleeping particularly well, was “Hey!  You were falling awake.”  Last night, after the knock, someone said, “You aren’t going anywhere” or something to that effect, which is a comment I hear often by V2K.  The whole thing is a con that’s very difficult to get a grip on if you’ve got no one in your life who’s genuinely friendly on a regular basis, a few of which I now have.  And, of course, as you might expect, I don’t think there’s been a single occasion in which, once awake, I could remember what I’d been thinking when they knocked.

There is one instance of this that stands out, though.  Instead of a knocking sound, there was the sound of what I can only describe as a low-pitched electronic audio glitch that lasted two or three seconds and again, I couldn’t recall what I was thinking when it happened, but, like the others, it did interrupt something important.  And, of course, there was another similar instance that stands apart even more which I’ve already written about.  I was seated on a school bus, talking across the aisle to a woman with a greater-NY accent wearing a wig and a pink sport coat who asked me about an incident I’d written about and said “I’m gonna give you a hint.  That never happened.  It never happened.  Her and one of your tiger buddies…”  At that point, the video and audio of her faded out simultaneously as if someone turned a knob on an electronic viewing device.

The knocking isn’t the only think I’ve heard as if it was happening right next to me while I was partially asleep.  I’ve heard doors shutting a few times, dress shoes walking on a floor, something like a medical instrument or a pen, maybe, hitting a floor after being dropped.  Recently, there was the sound of a small stack of papers being neatened by holding it vertically and tapping it on a tabletop.  There have been others I don’t recall.