I created this journal for one purpose only! It is to act as a digital index for documentation of my life as a Gangstalking/Electronic Harassment victim and my life as a victim of malevolent spirinauts as well as an involuntary beacon for their evil games they have played with me. I post a lot of these on my facebook but as you know facebook is not forever and most posts get lost in the shuffle and don’t even make it to your friends “news feed” and I think that’s done on purpose but that’s a whole other plate of lasagna.
So sit back, try and relax, and don’t bogart the popcorn.
I really do not know when or why I was targeted by whoever or whatever is doing this but I have traced a lot of this back to as early as my 4th or 5th year being alive I really started documenting this around 3 years ago. Taking photos, videos, writing it down in a black leatherbound journal. I chose the format of written documentation because I didn’t want to put anything online due to privacy concerns but through remote neural monitoring they can see everything I see, and make me see what they want, so privacy is out the window along with any sense or understanding of reality.
I will post the real gems along with an explanation here:
They’ve burned my arms with microwaves
They’ve burned my eyes with microwaves
They’ve even triangulated their attacks onto my pets, which really ticks me off
They’ve snuck into my attic, for what reason? I believe for surveillance or covert drugging. Theres no way I got up into the attic or anyone else, other than people who didn’t belong there.
So there you have it. It’s obvious something is happening here but no matter how much supporting evidense there is there will always be someone out there who thinks I am just crazy. Well if you went through this program you would be crazy too. Before you say “Schizophrenic” please look at what’s happening. Yes I do hear voices (thats a future entry) but delusions are always just that, delusions, this is my reality.
the stage is set, it is 1988, or maybe 1987. i am approximately 4 or 5 years old and i am on a walk with my brothers and my father at the canal bed near the railroad tracks. my father had planted some indian corn there and we were seeing what had grown, if there was any to harvest, leaving some for the animals there too.
i remember walking along the tracks, and slowly i made my way on to the tracks, and bent down to observe some dirt. i dont remember what fascinated me so much about the dirt, but for some reason, i think the dirt talked, or something, which sounds crazy but stay with me now. it couldve been the bugs making noise, but whatever it was, what was making the dirt move and talk were working together, in uison, cooperating as a team, captain and first mate, pilot and copilot, the list goes on.
suddenly i heard my brothers and my father screaming at me. i look up, and there it is. like a bull charging el matador, like don coyote facing off with the windmill, like the joker daring the batman.
the train seemed like it moved slow then incredibly fast. boom da boom da boom rattle rattle boom da boom Hoooonk Hooonk. the train was literally feet away from me, i was frozen in fear. then it happened.
Blaaaaaam, i felt something with a great force hit me, like a dropkick to my back and Whoooooooooosh i went flying into my fathers arms. theres no way my father was able to reach me in time what it was that moved me out of the way from becoming a bowl of mashed potatos and gravy, i dont know, i dont know what its intentions were but i do believe this was the first time the tech known as “skeletikó kleidariá” was used on me.
its just a wild guess but really this is the earliest really vivid memory i have of my life. after this i remember i would wake up at night and see what looked like green glowing antennai in between the bed and wall staring at me, i talked to them like i talked to the dirt on the train tracks, and i believe they spoke back. they had the childlike innocense that i did but i recognise them for what they are now: kakovouls, or malevolent spirinauts.
i have become convinced that there is a geneological case of demon oppression on my fathers side of the family, or either that this mk ultra program spans back hundreds of years.
my father told me stories of being attacked by a small demon when he was a young man. he was staying with his mom and dad when a demon hopped on his stomach, holding a butcher knife against it, had he inhaled, the knife would have pierced his skin. suddenly the demon would look towards my fathers closet, towards an article of clothing, which at this time i do not have the facts as to what that piece of clothing was so i wont speculate, and the demon fled.
every where my father went in life had a history of hauntings or strange deaths. for instance, at the house im at now, which was the last place my father lived before he passed when i was 7, a baby died here, in my room to be specific.
i remember a conversation i had with my uncle doog (my fathers brother) over the phone, about 2 years give or take before he passed away. a conversation where he relayed to me a memory he had from his childhood about being approached by a large man with big eyes, wearing a golden suit while my uncle sat in front of a local neighborhood store. the mans suit was gold, like gold gold. the man just approached him and stared at him.
i have several strange memories from my childhood of encountering strange people/beings. some of them i cant confirm are actual memories or delusions but i convey this to you as truth.
The more you look the more you start to see. There is a scientific explanation for seeing faces in things, if you wanted to play Scully to my Mulder but Occams Razor doesn’t always apply.
I’ve spent a lot of time in the garage here, I hear all sorts of noises and see all sorts of things. It’s also the point where whoever or whatever was in my attic found access to it. When you’re beat down you are probably going to scare easy and find yourself in a state of perpetual paranoia.
To make a long story short, I have found several faces in the woodwork and walling of the garage. Here are the picture’s side by side, original and edited:
Other than the faces I see a whole lot more, all part of street theatre aka street mobbing, and gang stalking, like this perfectly placed “Iron Mountain” truck outside of Safeway in Manteca, CA harassing me. For those who don’t know, Iron Mountain is the name of a “secret” govt facility associated with COG.
On my way home from the vet I saw in the reflection of an empty buildings window, a spectre, some entity pursuing me with an angry look on it’s face. When I turned around it wasn’t even there. A few days later and the window has been removed and boarded up as part of some renovation.
I’ve even had a helicopter routinely buzz me, all this happening in a small town. I WILL get the copter on film harassing me. There’s also occurances where every time I go outside I see the same little plane flying over but it’s just a plane right? One time it flew pretty low and had HAHA written on its wing where numbers for id are supposed to be.
Might as well get this in the open…I hear voices. No, I am not crazy.
The voices are usually that of a condmnation manner. It all sounds like Schizophrenia until you become aware of tech from the mid 1900’s known as “V2K” or Voice to Kranium, aka Voice to Skull. Tech that makes the receiver of the attack hear voices inside their head as opposed to outside auditory. There exists other ways to make people hear voices. They can do it via the radio, tv, or old incandescent light bulbs, trust me folks, these people are very crafty.
The favorite method though is voice to skull, because it makes the victim think they are going crazy. V2K in fewer words than more is basically a directed attack. The perp points their sound weapon at the victim (known as T.I.’s) and starts screwing with their head.
You can google V2K if you require a more detailed explanation. There are other forms of tech that do similar things like R2K (this one has to do with site) and Skeletikó Kleidariá (which has to do with the inner skeleton, harming it or locking it) the last two that I know of are impact 2 skeletos and impact to nevros which has to do with directed sound waves being used to damage bones and nerves.
As I said, I hear voices, and I’m sure it’s from V2K.
Some of the things I’ve heard are very evil in nature, the main speaker is an angry person who I assume is a male. Some of the things he says in his frightening voice (would scare the toughest person you know) have to do with insulting my manhood and mocking my faith. He calls me a faggot and tells me that there is no God, he cusses at me and is just a very disturbed person.
There is also a british woman who is more diagnostic, the only things I remember her saying are “she’s evil” and “Activate blue analogue sequence for torture” She also asked me if I preferred blue anologue but I don’t even know what blue analogue is.
Let me break it down. The demons I am aware of are thus:
*Spirinauts-Usually malevolent. I have never, let me repeat…Never come across a friendly spirinaut. They are navigators of the realm of spirits and usually operate deceitfully. Always an ulterior motive, always selfish and never selfless.
*Fotografianauts-Frighteningly, these are unclean spririts who travel through the realm of imagery. Paintings, photographs, graphic imagery. That’s another thing, the world of computers and digital arts has split their realm in two somehow, like it has with several other spirit realms. Basically it’s given them the ability to continue to exist in dyadiko or binariacally because their spirit ream is broken (spasmena pnevmatiko vasileio).
*Fonologianauts-Spirits who navigate through the realm of speech can be quite NASTY. Once again the digital age has caused a rift of total chaos that has broken their realm into at least 2 parts thus also making them exist in dyadiko. You may be wondering how speech can play host to demons? You may have wondered that about the fotografianauts as well. Well, the best answer I can give is they feed off of and attach to anything with energy and we are full of energy and so is anything that comes from us including speech and imagery.
They can pretty much do as they please as they have dominion over their realms, or so it seems. Something happens to grant them that dominion. Remember that like feeds off of like and these are deceitful, negative entities. If something is done out of negativity than they are likely to attach to it, feed off of it, and use it as a bridge to OUR realm, our dimension
I really don’t know what I was thinking with the last entry, They obviously attach to positive energy as well through reverse polarity. Matter of fact they LOVE positive energy and will use polarity to transform it into negative energy.
I seem to have a problem remembering things as they happened, or remembering things at all. But I also seem to remember things that never happened or couldn’t have happened or simply just break all the laws of reality. For instance I remember talking to green glowing antennae (could’ve also been fingers) that tcrept up in between the bed and the wall at night when I was a kid. Also theres the memory I have of talking to sand that rippled like it was reacting to sound waves from above, distracting me into almost getting hit by a train before some unknown force drop kicked me into my fathers arms. This memory isn’t entirely false, I did in fact almost get hit by train when i was a kid but no one recollects the event like I do.
Recently I have recalled a memory that is very real but false and could have never happened. It involves me sitting at a campfire with my dad. he’s wearing an old cowboy hat and cooking chili, or maybe pork and beans over the fire in a black kettle, The food had white popcorn mixed in it. But the problem with this “real” memory is that it did not and could not ever happen. I only went camping with my dad once, and I wasn’t alone. My brother was with me, and I don’t think my dad ever wore a cowboy hat, he could have but that doesn’t matter. Also the whole popcorn over the beans deal is too bizarre for words.
It’s just one of many examples of a false memory implant. I’ve had memories wiped, reset and system rebooted as well as overwritten. Why they choose to use a memory so easily identified as being false is beyond me. Obviously they’ve done it on purpose. They could have slipped up but I doubt that. I’m swaying more and more towards the suspicion that they want me to appear to be “crazy.” People who appear to be of unsound mind are usually taken as less credible and can be passed off as a nutcase while oodles and oodles of fun are had at the victims expense while people who claim to love them look on with a smirk.
It is of no surprise to me that people are quick NOT to believe me about my V2K attacks. You can see it in their eyes or even the tone of their voice when they respond. You can even pick it up in text replies via electronic communication. People do not know the truth regarding this and most of them do not want to.
Anyway, regarding my latest V2K experience.
Last night, while I was laying in bed, waiting for the amitryptiline to take effect, almost dozing off, I was jolted wide awake by something. It’s almost as if they don’t want you to go to sleep unless it’s under their terms, like they have to be the ones who tuck you in lull you to sleep. And when they do put you to sleep it’s either for too long or a hell of sleep deprivation follows. I laid there staring at the ceiling, afraid something was going to happen, like someone was in my room with me, even though they weren’t. I began to hear a whispering noise, no real words to make out just what sounded like someone imitating a whispering noise. It actually sounded peaceful. I was nearing sleep again when I heard a female voice say “I can do this all night long, would you like that?” To which I made the mistake of responding with “Yes”. Then what followed was the voice of a male laughing, and then, silence. I laid in my bed frightened, not able to go to sleep, opening my eyes and looking for “monsters under the bed” until I finally called out to Yehuwah and was able to fall asleep a short time after.
They actually have the ability to make you feel sexually violated, and back to the false memories subject, they will often times make you feel like someone you enjoy spending time with or talking to wants sex from you, or you’ve had sex with them when you haven’t and it’s just, disgusting.
It occurred to me that people may not understand what I’m talking about when I refer to the fact that people’s eyesight is being harvested for nefarious reasons by nefarious outfits. I had to whip out a pen and paper and draw something out, was not happy with my handwriting at all so I took it into photoshop for some final touches. The full scale image is available for full viewing and download here: www.mediafire.com/?luwyonntv735991
To explain things, from my understanding, someone or something has the technology or power to hijack someones visual cortex and take over their vision all together. This means they can make the victim of what they’re doing see whatever they want by uploading data to the visual cortex or just have a look around (surveillance) by creating a downstream from the visual cortex. This is not only illegal and immoral but it also causes the hosts vision to suffer. By the time the data is uploaded to or downloaded from the visual cortex, the end result is a compressed visual that is blurry and possibly cropped due to conversions from the original 50mm source (a 50mm lens is closest thing to our eyes, optically) to the terminal the perpetraor is using as a command center. It’s like splitting someones cable or sapping off of someones wifi signal if they have an unsecured network ,everything gets slowed down on everyones end but the only one complaining is the rightful user. The only difference is our networks are supposed to be secured and the only way data can be downloaded from us is via theft or consent and 99.87% of the time, consent is not given. The data is either uploaded or downloaded
I most certainly do not know who is behind this (as well as the rest of my ordeals) but I have my ideas. More than likely it is the local Police, Scumbag street thugs enabled and employed by the police, and agents operating outside of the scope of constitutional government but also enabled and funded by it. I say it is more than likely because the type of technology for these little deeds they carry out daily has been in development since before the cold war. It wouldn’t be hard for me to believe that this kind of tech is being operated within mobile command centers in almost every US city. This would require a wireless connection and may explain the deteriorating state of peoples vision who are effected by this. Some people recover their original quality of vision, some people do not. This would also be the best way for agencies to perform surveillance, with a human camera. The same tech for auditory operations exists and is known as V2K (Voice to Skull) it allows the perp to make you hear voices and sounds not heard by others. It also allows them to hear what you hear, more surveillance.
There is also the possibility that entities from a lower plane or another plane have found an access point to the plane that I currently find myself in and have metaphysically tethered my visual cortex to a viewing port in their plane, or they are doing this all via astral projection. I am never sure of anything. There has been times when I felt I was being attacked by something not of this world and there were times I was sure some nefarious agency was behind all this.
Experiencing the 3rd dimension is done via the 5th, through the 4th. If we were 3 dimensional not only would we never see anything happen but we wouldn’t happen either, everything would just be concepts. We need the aid of the 4th dimensions duration (time) but we most do it from the 5th dimension (where probabilities are acting out and manifesting themselves in the 3rd dimension through the 4th.) Im certain I have the rights to this suit I find myself encased in and if anyone else wants to use it, I affirm that they can not. I have not permitted this and do not permit such a thing.
switchboard-operator Everyone has that moment where they become aware of something they did but don’t remember doing it, and are convinced that it was impossible. I’m not talking about amnesia or sleep walking. I’m talking about Pragma-Dialing. Let me explan:
My journey through this shat upon life has led me to seek answers for circumstances I have been flung into, in example: telepathic harassment, organised stalking, electronic harassment, and finding myself under the attack of DEW’s and E.L.F. At first I felt this was 100% a spiritual battle and the culprits were malevolent spirinauts that somehow found an access point into our reality. I feel like I need to say that I still feel this is very likely as I don’t think the government is working alone in their oppression of TI’s (targeted individuals) so I choose to entertain the theory of esoinvolvement.
One of the many subjects I investigated (and still do as I find it very interesting) was the existence of many dimensions (more than most people imagine). The understanding I came to was that we are 5th dimensional beings using our freedom of 5th dimensional probabilities observing the 3rd dimension with a restriction of forward moving duration afforded to us by the 4th dimension of space-time. We can see things 3 dimensionally but that’s not what we are actually seeing. Because of the amount of time it takes for light to travel to your eye and for your brain to process that data, and because the 3rd dimension is static, we can conclude that what we are really seeing is snapshots of the 3rd dimension effected by the forward moving time duration of the 4th and the probabilities of the 5th dimension. We are locked in the 5th dimension, which is curled up on itself inside the 7th dimensional hyper sphere. The 6th dimension allows us the freedom to jump forward and backward to probabilities we’ve already played out and some we haven’t without having to go through the other points in between, a dimensional freedom that has not been made privy to us yet. The reason for this is, as I said earlier, the 5th dimension is curled up on itself, like a hose, or a data cable, if you will. It actually has more to do with the way we travel through the 5th dimension. Since we are bipedal, without the ability to quantum leap, we can only travel from one point to the next playing a game of chance with probabilities, that are points of no return. When we learn how to quantum leap we can enjoy the freedom of the 6th dimension.
Some people do in fact possess 6th dimensional traits, it’s possible that everyone does, with only a few actually tapping into them. These traits are deja vu, intuition, premonition, and several other abilities that are called…wait for it…6th senses. The fact that some people experience these are proof of a 6th dimension itself. Intuition allows people to see ahead and guide their actions to attain or avoid a certain outcome, the ability of premonition is very similar. Deja vu is when you feel like something has happened before because you have had a brief connection with your 6th dimensional self revisiting that moment with you, neat.
This all finally leads me to the discussion and perhaps the revelation of what is known as “Pragma-Dialing.” Pragma-Dialing is what happens when some entity operating within the 7th dimension or higher decides to get cute and grasps the 5th dimensional data cable and changes it’s switch board position. Think of the beginning of the universe as a the coaxial input on a television set, the end of the universe as a receiver of some sort for context let’s call it a cable box, and the curled up on itself 5th dimension a coaxial cable with data streaming through it from the 3rd and 4th dimension (and of course zeroth, first, and second). If the entity takes that cable and unplugs it from the cable box and say, plugs it into a VCR, it completely screws with data flow and throws things off kilter. It sounds bad but actually for most people, it’s unnoticable. For people who are tuned into their 6th dimensional self it’s very noticable and quite frankly, upsetting. Things that can happen as a result of this are having items disappear or be misplaced with no real explanation except for “I must have moved it and don’t remember.”
This is Pragma-Dialing, when someone dials you into other realities without your consent. This has actually happened to me, more than once no less. The most recent Pragma-Dial was last night. I found my Android tablet charging in the floor under my desk. The only problem is, I didn’t put it there. It could be that I did and forgot about it. I feel it’s more likely though, that I was Pragma-Dialed.
I have had several unintentional “out of body experiences” (oobe’s) but only vividly remember 2, so those are the ones we will focus on in this journal data entry. In both of these I traveled to the Astral Plane, unintentionally, which means I was astrally projecting without intention. I don’t know if I’m just exceptionally gifted or outright cursed but my whole life has been filled with strange occurrences and I’ve been trying to get to the bottom of it. That’s actually one of the things this journal is for, an evidence repository to help me get to the bottom of things.
Now when I say “out of body experience” I don’t mean the ones most people are familiar with. I didn’t float up and see my body from above, no. I was in a state of wake but not sleep. I could feel the nasty spirits in this world I was now trying to navigate through, spitting at me and condemning me with hate.
When I finally woke up back on “Earth” I was in mid flight, running toward the picture window in the living room. I fell down, agonized with the pain in my leg. Here’s the interesting thing, I have a disability that keeps me from walking normally, let alone running, I always had the suspicion something tried to jump through with me and didn’t make it leaving my body at the mercy of my ailments. The fact I awoke running has me convinced I had been on the astral plane. I also was rebuking and pointing at something in the windows direction when I awoke, using the words “I rebuke you in the name of Jesus Christ.” This oobe happened in 2006 when my mother was in the hospital and at this time I felt a rather thick cloud of darkness was hovering over me and my family.
My second vivid oobe was very recent. Once again I found myself coming back in mid flight. Only this time, as I awoke I could see one of the entities in my bed, it was large and resembled a scorpion mixed with a centipede. I ran into the hall screaming something about needing an attorney.
I have wondered if my journeys to the astral plane were part of being a TI (Targeted Individual) or if I’m experiencing the real deal? If I don’t know for sure I try to remain open to possibilities. I just don’t want to crotch ride a fence, I’d rather pick a side. The things I’ve seen provoke the labeling of “paranormal” but they could also be brought on by the ocular hijacking I discussed in entry nine.
Whatever is going on I have a feeling I am being subjected to something that is not benevolent but malevolent and is designed to destroy people like me. The V2K I receive that makes me think all this is related to being a TI has to do with “policy, jurisdiction, and perverts.” Apparently in their world perverts are held in high regard, that thought disgusts me. As far as policy and jurisdiction goes, I had no intention of setting foot in their world and for all I know they kidnapped me and brought me there against my will. “Ignorance of the law is no excuse,” I am told. For all I know a part of me is still on the astral plane being held like a prisoner; beaten, abused, and raped. This could be how they communicate with me, because I am still there. I feel empty and abused, like a piece of my soul was taken from me and destroyed and the process brought those responsible some sort of entertainment.
king tut's reincarnation: it to never happen again. and madrix from never happening again and alot more i cant use psychic shit cause he took it he is to much a bitch to leave after he pertended tobe the all-father himself and poof heres a child molester with magickal bitch powers
Apr 26, 2017 14:10:17 GMT
king tut's reincarnation: by the way i have extreme psychotic disorder..... i listen to twiztid, boondox, esham, for a long time, and icp just not to much i was getting into horrorcore rap myself was good but i guess need the hook up. juggalos that think its not even a gang on verg
Apr 26, 2017 14:13:29 GMT
king tut's reincarnation: poof redneck fuck here but my family rednecks they taught me to shoot guns at young age
Apr 26, 2017 14:14:08 GMT
king tut's reincarnation: did someone steal my shit?! shit i hope i didnt shut down website if so it was either mission continued or the klan
Apr 26, 2017 14:15:32 GMT
king tut's reincarnation: i wanna to see some voodoo reply by wraith thank you and sorry for if anything slipped literally bone dry no one in my reach to contact
Apr 26, 2017 14:16:59 GMT
king tut's reincarnation: horns gone
Apr 26, 2017 14:17:05 GMT
king tut's reincarnation: well i come back in 3 caosgi days
Apr 26, 2017 14:17:29 GMT
king TUT-i shot down mentalwal: last commenter sounds half gay with shot of heavenly ways of change
Apr 26, 2017 14:21:36 GMT
king TUT-i shot down mentalwal: mixed with santera. i was the 3rd most violent offender for youth in person seeing if i can lonsa ds telocvovim a stalitte and hope it doesn't steal this web page and make a double one like last time. can i get a witch doctor call my phone number if u know
Apr 26, 2017 14:24:19 GMT
king TUT-i shot down mentalwal: a witch doctor that can help with my astral propelling annoying bitch of a witch need the wolf-god is what they call him in egypt is weptwawet my dad, the the mission continued, or the klan might have followed me rep that wicked shit anyone speak to jamie
Apr 26, 2017 14:26:48 GMT
eminem: all juggaloes must die
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everlasting: I melt Vanilla Ice like silicone
Sept 15, 2017 13:49:49 GMT
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May 7, 2018 3:58:50 GMT
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May 10, 2018 19:53:55 GMT
Fort Wayne Juggalo : To all you shit talking and hating on Juggalos: May you and your mothers get face-fucked by a donkey in hell for all eternity.
Feb 20, 2019 6:21:11 GMT
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Mar 4, 2019 0:55:21 GMT
lol silly clown: crap music, stupid people that will never hold good jobs and make poor decisions throughout the rest of their lives
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