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Diary #1 (Eleanor White)
January 1, 1998 (date written)
A New Year's Day diary entry.
Last evening, December 30th, 1997, I went home
to discover water from the apartment above (an
often used harassment base for the spooks)
dribbling out of the electrical wall outlet next to
my stove. By the grace of God I was able to
get the outlet pulled out of the wall and the
water channelled into a cat litter pan before
great damage took place.
Went to sleep, the water stopped overnight.
(Water coming out of outlets is a favourite
pastime of certain e-weapons spook crews.)
Today, Dec. 31, our work let out early and
I got home at 2 p.m. As I entered the apt.
I noticed a terrible smell, a mix of the brown
stuff and perhaps ethyl mercaptan, the
smelly stuff in the Guiness book of records.
When I entered the kitchen, my kitchen
sink was half full of a jet black fluid every
bit as opaque as India ink. Before I could
do anything else, this fluid magically drained
out, and left a thick black sludge. Before it
was finally cleaned up, I nipped a few
samples into empty pill vials for the
ol' evidence locker.
Apparently the spooks were not happy I
was able to divert the water. The place
still reeks.
And as a capper, I came to work to email
this out, and they zorched my CD music
player - which is literally the source of my
strength - just as I started up a rousing
chorus from the Red Army choir.
Any media people who read this - this is
very, very typical - not an abberation at
all - and when we e-weapons victims
tell you about "non-electronic harassment",
this is an excellent example.
Eleanor White
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Diary Entry #2 (Eleanor White)
January 2, 1998
At 11:45 a.m., our company UNIX mainframe
locked all sessions and displayed this error
message:
"Panic! Attempting to dump 49055 memory
pages to dev hd (1/40)......................."
[49,000 memory pages would fill the hard drive
referred to many times over.]
11:45 a.m. is a VERY busy time of day for our
company, and this time, along with roughly
4:45 p.m. is lunch and go-home time for me.
These times, literally several hundred times
over the past 6 years here, are consistently
the times, (either by remote electronic means
or in-house provocateur means,) at which
faked computer problems occur.
The times when I plan to leave for lunch
hour are all the more likely to have an
artificially induced crash of some sort happen.
Today just "happened" to be the day I had
hoped to get my spook-zorched CD player
to the repair shop, and at the time of the
crash above, I had just called Radio Shack
to be sure they could take it and had just
finished boxing the unit up.
At first sight, a non-victim's reaction to this
kind of thing is usually "just coincidence".
Our response is: If you intend to claim
co-incidence, then you must also include
the several hundred OTHER "coincidences"
over the past 6 years. To be fair, you must
either explain them ALL TOGETHER, or
you simply don't have a valid explanation.
Eleanor White
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Diary #3 (Eleanor White)
January 3, 1997
One of the e-weapon harassers' favourite pastimes
is to use their advanced remote manipulation ability
to generate weird noises from common objects.
An example is that off and on during my now 8-year
stint as a guinea pig is: they make one shoe or
the other whistle every time I step down on it.
This is NOT coming from the shoe - I normally
wear suede Wallabees which are both very comfortable
and very quiet. It happens on carpet as well as on
hard floors or even dirt surfaces. It happens where
others can hear it. My co-workers have asked me
why my shoe whistles when I walk by. (It's not
the nylon - this happens with bare feet in shoes
as well.)
I asked one co-worker to listen for it and for
several days, the noise would SELECTIVELY
STOP, a few feet before I reached her desk and
started again a few feet after I passed.
Other favourites are squeaks from furniture that
come close to mimicing a taunting human voice,
like, "nyaaaaah". Ditto for any kind of door
hinge. They also use this technology to make
one's own nostrils "wolf whistle" at the victim
when trying to sleep. Very sophisticated and
it works quite well on small non-conductive
items.
ANYWAY - I spend lots of time alone in our
offices, both due to taking care of the computers
and because my Internet access is there.
For the past 3 years or so, the spooks have
delighted in loudly shaking, via their remote
manipulation equipment (used on my bed
too) the air conditioning ductwork. I finally
succeeded in quieting the ductwork which
makes the computer room noisy with lots
of heavy telephone books, placed on or
suspended from the ductwork. Good damping.
About a week before Christmas, the spooks
went into high gear with extreme disruption
and damage to computer equipment (all by
remote control). They also remotely caused
intense friction between two air conditioning
rotary humidification drums that squeaked
like an old leather chair with a microphone
and amplifier attached. Co-workers even
complained about that trick.
They did this whenever I was present, but
they did not hide the noise from others (they
can do that too - have done major noises that
nobody standing close by can hear.)
The noise is intentional - I have arrived at
times I'm not normally there, and the drums
are turning, but no noise. The spooks must
have specialist equipment operators scheduled.
Just yesterday, Jan. 2, 1997, we had our HVAC
contractor fix the drums - wasn't able to see him
to find out how he did it - possibly replaced
some parts.
Well when I came in this morning, Saturday,
Jan. 3, 1997, the spooks had IMMEDIATELY
found yet some more air duct structure to
rattle, so I'll again have to climb up into that
filthy false ceiling and hang some more phone
books, which usually takes repeated climbs.
To outsiders - this is the way it goes: ...and
goes, and goes, and goes, and goes and goes!
Never a moment's let up. Like the Gorgon's
head, cutting it off does no good at all.
This is our future, not a bright one if these
sickos are allowed to keep their toys.
Eleanor White
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Diary #4 (Eleanor White)
January 3, 1997
Both by dwelling break-ins (which normally
leave no trace and don't set off monitored
alarms) and now apparently remotely, the
e-weapons harassers perform destruction
of clothing.
For the past 8 years, I've been an e-weapons
guinea pig, and have always been puzzled
at the arrival of cold weather (yes we have
warm weather in Canada) in that my winter
coats always have substantial damage to
seams, even though when I hung them up
in the spring, they were completely intact.
This year, roughly December 1st I began
wearing a durable down-filled nylon coat
which had a seam which was opened up
for about two inches, and which had not
been this way this past spring.
This 2" section is down near the lower
hem, in an area where I never apply
any stress whatsoever. Since e-weapons
victims are prevented from having cars
(due to constant vandalism) I haven't
even worn it in a car where the most
occasional stress might occur more
than once or twice this fall-winter.
Today I suddenly noticed both a
pocket and this seam had opened up
(the seam to almost 4".) I haven't
needed to use the pocket yet - El Nino
has kept the weather quite warm so
far.
This suggests that the spooks may be
using their incredible remote manipulation
capability to do damage to clothing on
the fly. On the fly guaranteed, because
that coat always travels with me - it is
never left in my apartment over the
length of the winter.
Sounds incredible? Clothing damage
directly as by ripping, or indirectly as
by application of caustic chemicals is
done routinely.
April past (1997) I owned 8 pairs of
underwear - just enough for a week.
At that stage none was older than
8 months, and they were good quality
from Eaton's, a quality department
store chain in Canada.
In a single week, and after washing
them in lukewarm water only, and they
were intact then, every darn one of them
were ripped open in the crotch, in a
rather unusual way: There were two
holes, front right and front left, not a
single random opening.
These unusual pairs of holes were not
exactly the same size, but the pattern
was consistent over all of them. A few
had holes so large that the divider left
between the holes consisted of precisely
two rows of stitching, and this tenuous
two-row strand was a good two inches
long. Obviously not natural.
No regular wearer of female underwear
would say this was remotely like normal
wear and tear. The quality nylon was
dense and should have lasted at least
a couple of years. No batch of matching
pattern holes like this appears as if by
magic in a single week, either.
Finally, for comfort's sake on the job
(I do some crawling under desks and some
ladder work as well) I always purchase
oversize underwear.
This invasion of privacy is a good indicator
of the attitude of the harassers. Anyone
who researches this phenomenon will know
that voyeurists and perverts are the ones
most attracted to this line of "work".
Eleanor White
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Diary #5
January 3, 1998
All electronic weapons victims try to shield
themselves from the array of symptoms of
invasive microwave harassment: voice-to-
skull transmissions, burns, itches, spasms,
runaway fast heartbeat, wild muscle jerking,
prevention of sleep, muscle flutter, manip-
ulation of limbs and extremities, holographic
images, dream manipulation, and more.
My own experiments have largely failed,
but I still sleep in a piecemeal sheet-steel
"cylinder" in which my bed and the multi-
piece shielding are suspended 4 feet above
the floor. (The 4-foot suspension frame
has significantly reduced what used to
be constant bouncing of my body at the
rate normally used in the sex act, throughout
most of every night.)
Most of the electronic weapons effects are
not stopped by any shielding, however.
I keep the shielding in place because I'm
guessing that it forces the spooks to use
higher power than they would have to
without the shielding, and maybe, just
maybe, another tenant will get caught
in the signal too, once in a while.
A consistent trick of my spooks is to enter
my apartment while I'm at work (they can
get around my monitored alarm and obviously
they have a pass key) and crawl into my bed
shielding enclosure and bend sheet metal
edges and corners, and some of the 1/4" wire
mesh cut edges, inwards so I will cut myself
when I sleep (or more likely, try to sleep.)
The carefully choose places I can't easily
see. Most edges have been padded with
multiple layers of duct tape and some of
the worst corners with foam under the tape.
A constant technique for padded edges is
for the spooks to take what is probably
a roller and roll the padding against the
edge so it still looks padded, but if any
contact is made, the chance of a wound
is there.
Christmas Eve, for no apparent reason,
I searched the interior of my bed shielding
with a flashlight. I found one edge of the
interior 1/4" mesh at the foot end had been
bent so the cut ends pointed directly into
the enclosure - a vicious wound was a
definite possibility.
That particular edge had been inspected
and secured carefully with nylon cable
straps a couple of days before.
I crawled in and with pliers restored the
edge to a safe condition, then I went into
the kitchen. As I stood in the kitchen, a
tremendous clatter of metal striking metal
was heard from the bed.
I walked out, and a 6-inch long link with
hardware store "S" hooks had been wrenched
loose (remotely), banged against the sheet
steel and flung on to the floor. This is a
physical impossibility - those "S" hooks
are so deep even an earthquake couldn't
have budged this link loose.
I then went to bed. An hour later as I was
getting groggy, the same thing was repeated -
wild rapping of this link on the sheet metal
and flinging to the floor.
Many e-weapons victims either don't experience
remote manipulation, or don't report it for fear
of being called crazy. It's not crazy, readers, it
is for real.
Eleanor White
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Diary #6 (Eleanor White)
January 4, 1998
Dicing up recent memory:
For a day, or for months on end, one of the
"tests" the e-weapons harassers perform on
some victims is dicing up (i.e. deleting from)
recent memory.
This leaves the victim in a state where he/she
scarcely knows the names of familiar faces, and
causes embarassing pauses when trying to
communicate, especially at work.
Another common "test" is to delete memory
of what task to do next - causing the victim
perhaps to spend several minutes staring
blankly at a computer screen wondering why
he/she is there in the first place.
Considerable stress is generated when the
deletions are applied just as the party on the
other end of a business call answers your call.
Or, you'll start out on a chore at some remote
part of the plant, and by the time you get
there, you haven't the slightest idea why you
are there in the first place.
One of my own most serious problems is
that the spooks are extremely efficient in
preventing me from taking daily medications.
An important stomach pill, Losec 20 mg.,
must be taken daily. Even if I attach an
empty 14-day pill dispenser on top of my
apartment monitored alarm panel so I must
move it, there can be 2 or 3 days in a row
where I move it out of the way without
the slightest thought about what that
container is there for.
Memory deletion during shopping is another
frequent "test". The spooks routinely cause
the victim to forget to look at a list, if the
victim is lucky enough to remember to bring
it.
Since the spooks don't seem intent on doing
this to the extent I became unemployable,
I can only guess that they do this for these
possible reasons:
1. They want me to become depressed.
2. They want to see how much stress I
can "take".
3. They want me to experience the
deblitating effects from not taking
the medicine.
4. They want to show me they are in
charge.
5. They get sexual/sadistic stimulation
from inflicting pain
These instances resemble but are NOT the
ordinary every day forgetfulness that all busy
people experience. I have always been extremely
careful about procedure and getting necessary
chores done on time. This is not natural - and
I can back that up with 48 years of life before
I got enrolled in this mess.
Again - to readers eager to jump in and say
"but that could be natural or coincidence",
it is definitely not.
I would say I've averaged 2 or 3 memory
deletions per day for 8 years. That's between
7,000 and 10,000 unnatural incidents of
memory deletion, and these occurrences,
remember, are set in a massive programme of
non-electronic harassment, that some co-
victims call "street theatre".
Skeptics must explain ALL events taken
as a complete set or they have not
explained ANY of it.
I ask the reader to ponder what happens
when this technology is massively applied
to large segments of population.
Eleanor White
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Diary #7 (Eleanor White)
January 4, 1998
Immediate e-weapon response to office
conversation:
I am the lead computer operator at my company
and today, Sunday, I am on duty with an assistant
operator who doubles as a Sunday order taker.
This lady is in the process of learning the ropes,
and because she was in ahead of her normal
shift time, I showed her what happens during
the weekly routine takedown-bring up of our
multi-host UNIX system.
I spent a little time telling her that the mainframe
clock can lose one or two minutes over a busy
week, so it should be set 2 minutes fast when it
is taken down then up on Sunday.
I also shared with her that our boss had apparently
been at another business where every time their
computer had a slow clock, a disaster was about
to happen. I've been here 6 years, and that has
never been true here. (There have been many
disasters, but not has been prefaced by a slow
clock.)
About an hour after telling her about the clock,
the boss himself, who monitors sales screens
from home via modem, called me and said the
clock was a little slow, and was anything wrong.
The clock was NOT "a little" slow - it had lost
HALF AN HOUR in about two hours running
time with very light sales activity!
This incident demonstrates what has happened to
me and to others repeatedly (in my case, I'd guess
more than 200 times in the 8 years I've been a
victim). You will say something (or in some cases
even THINK it to yourself by way of "sub-vocal-
ization") and BINGO - the spooks will cause
something to happen which unmistakeably tells
you they heard what you said or subvocalized.
To the skeptics: Explain ALL events taken as a
complete set or you have not explained ANY of
them.
Eleanor White
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Diary #8 (Eleanor White)
January 4, 1998
Ahh, the birds, the birds...:
All e-weapons victims can relate that their harassers
all have "specialities", that is, techniques they use
ad infinitum, which is one of their "signatures" on
their "work".
My spooks make extensive use of BIRDS, and some
use of local dogs as well.
I walk to work each morning. It NEVER fails that
walking along my fairly high density detached
housing neighbourhood I get blasted by scores
of very unfriendly bird calls.
At times, these artificially controlled bird calls will
perfectly mimic wolf whistling. On one 100 foot
landing approach over our company's back parking
lot, the seagull making the approach literally laughed
a perfect human laugh at me. I was not quick enough
on that occasion to tape it, as I had my arms full.
This has been going on for the past 6 years here
in Hamilton, Ontario, and this has given me a great
deal of opportunity to watch the birds themselves
as they carry on like this. Here are some obser-
vations:
- The bird calls so far have been tape-recordable.
- The raucous, unnatural bird calls stop IMMED-
IATELY if I push the record button on my
microcassette recorder which I always carry.
The unnatural calls will start again a short time
after I stop the recorder. As a result I have, at
best a few fragments, perhaps a second in
length of the unnatural part.
- Co-workers have heard the calls that have
accompanied my stepping outside for a moment
when the co-workers are outside smoking, but
this has only happened twice in 6 years.
Nonetheless, the co-workers do back me up
that these calls were highly unnatural.
- In all cases where the birds have been in clear
visual range, they actually ARE mouthing the
strange calls.
- We have a very large flock of crows (?) who
live in a large strip of woods behind my apt.
bldg. and place of work. Starting in 1997,
the spooks have apparently succeeded in
"stationing" one large crow either on the
ground, fence, or building part every single
time that I walk from home to work. This
"sentinel crow" breaks into the most un-
natural series of angry caws and remains
quite close during my entire walk.
I've lived in both rural and fairly rural
cities all of my 56 years, and I have plenty
of experience to draw on that assures me
this is highly unusual.
- During some portion of the walk, there
are often gatherings of birds I believe are
starlings, and who break into painfully
loud screeching calls which are so high
they are almost beyond my hearing's
upper frequency limit.
In my 56 years I have never heard any-
thing remotely like the volume and
frequency from any bird or flock. My
hearing has been tested and has always
been above average. I have never been
a loud music aficionado.
- Angry bird calls follow me everywhere
I drive or walk - even miles from where
I live. This following of the victim is a
routine feature of audible harassment
for most e-weapons victims.
- The VOLUME LEVEL of the artificial
calls is often far beyond the capability of
the bird mouthing the calls. I saw a
3-/1/2" house finch, a tiny little bird,
scream at me at a much higher power
level than a large seagull or macaw.
Here again, I know that this bird could
not possibly make such noise in it's
natural state.
The sum total of, by now, several thousand
occurrences of angry unnatural controlled bird
calls makes it obvious to me that the spooks
are able to duplicate the hypnotic coercion
that works so well in human victims. They
can literally control the animals and can
probably actually supply additional audio
power, above and beyond the bird's own
lung power, as well.
Local dogs routinely bark and snarl loudly
every single time I pass one where the dog
is free in a neighbourhood back yard. I have
carefully noticed that other pedestrians never
get this treatment from the same dogs.
I have never, until moving into this neigh-
bourhood 6 years ago, had dogs single me
out for angry or threatining gestures.
Other victims have reported bird and animal
effects as well.
Skeptics - you must explain ALL occurrences in
this series taken as a single set, and this includes
other co-victims too - or you have not explained
ANY.
Eleanor White
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Diary #8B (Ed Light)
January 6, 1998
[Ed's Response to #8 - The Birds]
Subject: Birds & dogs
Yep, when I was living with my mother I bought a bird trap
thinking to take this shitty sparrow to another locale. My
mother found it and lost faith with me. Hmm.
I've seen the birds mouth it too. They can do the sound
without any bird as well. They do ghost people. They
also do talking dogs. And - talking infants !!!!
Ed Light, Editor, Mind Control Forum
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Diary #9 (Eleanor White)
January 6, 1998
Endless renovation.
This diary entry is important because it shows
the incredibly accurate SURVEILLANCE capabilities
of the harassers' equipment.
I've been an e-weapons victim for 8 years. In that
time I've lived in three different apartment bldgs.
In all 3 buildings, the apartment just below me (and
in one, beside me too) was the site of non-stop
"renovation". Endless hammering, loud drilling
into masonry, and sometimes fumes from some
sort of liquid that was so potent it burned my
eyes (and was sensed by a roommate at one of
the apartments.)
First, all three buildings were in fine shape to
begin with, and there was no pressing reason for
so much renovation. My present building opened
in 1994, and I was in the batch of first tenants.
To my mind, first class apartments do not need
2, 3, or 4 years of constant renovation.
The more significant aspect of the "renovation"
noise was and is: It is performed ONLY at
key times and no other times:
- Just as I try to fall asleep on a weekend nap
- Just as I try to enjoy a meal, and the better
the meal, the more likely that will be the time
"renovations" start up
- Just as I try to fall asleep nights
More than that, in the last couple of years,
they have become so precise with their
"renovation" scheduling that now they start
up at PRECISELY (and I mean to the second)
the time I think to myself, "Well, the chores
are done now I'll lie down and relax."
There are alternatives - one is to "vacuum" the
hallway right outside my apartment, and
again, always after normal working hours, and
they are especially careful to hit weekend
suppers, which are a little less rushed and are
better prepared than weeknight suppers.
I have the cleanest patch of hallway in the
building right outside my door!
This "work" is noisy, and presumably because
of other neighbours, it is not done as often as,
say, jolting you awake with a giant muscle
spasm or generating a sensation on the side
against the mattress of a bare wire carrying
perhaps 50 volts lightly being touched to your
bare skin.
I would estimate that these fake "renovation"
and "maintenance" sessions occur at least
once a week on average, maybe a bit more.
Others in the same building have not had the
same experience, ever.
Along with "renovation" on an apt. on the
same floor (or other "maintenance" work)
is the scattering of debris from the work
just outside my apt. door.
"Renovation" is only one of several ways in
use to keep me from getting rest or sleep -
they use others IN ROTATION, the purpose
being to dilute my complaint among many
"natural" apartment house occurrences so that
to a casual observer, my complaints will
appear groundless. But let me assure the
reader that ONE of these diversionary tactics
is used every single day of the year. These
include:
- fake phone calls (sarcastic "sorry, wrong #)
- fake lobby buzzer calls
- fake knock on door (including "solicitors"
who don't solicit from any other apartment
- kids making wild unnatural noise outside
my door, even knocking on it at times
(kids are routinely used, and if I have a
tape recorder ready with a mike placed
by the crack under the door, kids NEVER
do their "noise thing"
- repeated door slamming by other nearby
apartments (to the extent that the shock
wave can be felt, not just heard, and this
may be repeated 20 times in half an hour
- repeated extremely heavy thumping in
the apartment above mine
- repeated rapping on radiator pipes from
an adjacent apartment
Remember, reader: I'm describing things
that do NOT occur at random times -
they are consistently at meal time or
at the exact point I start to fall asleep.
8 years times 52 weeks/yr = 416+ times
"timed renovation" happened. (For the
other diversionary items listed above, one
of those will occur perhaps 6 times a week,
or an additional 2,500 events over 8 years.
These things I'm describing here do not
happen any time other than an attempt to
eat or sleep. When put together with all
the other electronic and non-electronic
effects, there is no other conclusion poss-
ible than that my entire life within my
apartment is under the most intense
scrutiny that now-declassified thru-the-
wall radar and still secret equipment can
provide.
Skeptics: You must explain ALL occur-
rences on the part of all 50 known e-weapon
victims as an unbroken SET, otherwise, you
have failed to explain any occurrence.
Eleanor White
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Diary #11 (Eleanor White)
January 9, 1997
Current situation snapshot.
My diary entries 1-10 have been focussed on a single
type of occurrence, to show the reader some detail
on, for example, the use of birds as harassment pawns.
This entry is to snapshot the entire spectrum of
harassment being experienced by Eleanor White during
roughly December 1997 and January 1998.
A quick outline of the events experienced:
- Fake-voice bird calls on way to and from work
and often when doing company errands in town
- Voice-to-skull transmissions during hours
when sleep is attempted
- Artificially induced muscle spasms while trying
to sleep
- "Hot-needle-in-flesh" effects
- 50-volt-wire effects on side against mattress
- "Electronic caffeine" signals for half of the
10-hour night (or more)
- Loud static to obscure AM radio, which is not
present elsewhere in the building or neighbourhood
- Violent itching spells of from 1 to several
hours, always when trying to sleep
- Extreme itching focussed on one foot or the
other, both while trying to eat a meal and
at work - cortisone cream is the only medicine
that can even begin to cope with this
- Daily crashing of our 24-hour dial-in order
line testing PC: Every night and almost every
lunch, just as I'm about to take the first bite
- Daily tampering with computer files, especially
those relating to exposing this activity
- Daily locking of my computer shortly after
starting an email session, sometimes resulting
in loss of email - this applies to ALL 4 currently
Internet capable machines, on different phone lines
- Destruction, or apparent destruction, of computer
components and software installations, especially
when I touch a machine for routine work like adding
a network card. I'm talking total destruction of
the video section of the motherboard as one example,
even though I'm extremely careful about static.
- Direct manipulation of company mainframe so that
the date jumps by as much as half an hour, and
taking a simple directory on a tape drive causes
a full crash (battery backed up clock)
- Almost daily crashing of a daily financial data
download and in a couple of cases, blocking the
modem at the BANK'S end, not my end, from answering
calls (Operators there tell me when that happens
they can hear the rings but their modem refuses
to pick up, even though it picks up all other calls)
This financial download system has been very reliable
up to roughly the end of November 97.
- Dialing in on certain modems and not logging in but
keeping the modem off hook, with the telephone bill
piling up, all night or even all weekend
- "Following" me around my workplace, beeping battery
backup units as I pass
- Disruption of data transfer between computers
where no explanation can be found by even our
best consultants
- Black smelly liquid planted in my kitchen sink
- Water running from an electrical outlet
- Extremely frequent, after working hours vacuuming
of hallway outside apartment, always co-inciding
with meals or attempted sleep. My end of the apt.
hallway is vacuumed so often there is scarcely
any pile left on the carpet.
- Loud hammering and very heavy drilling into masonry
sounds from apartment below, while attempting to
eat/sleep
- Heavy thumping from apartment above, while attempting
to eat/sleep
- Fake phone ringing while attempting to eat/sleep
- Generation of loud whistling from normal breathing
when NOT obstructed by colds or allergies, and even
when a rubber nostril expander is used.
- Plucking of rubber nostril expander completely out
and causing it to quickly disappear into hard to
retrieve places, using remote manipulation equip.
- EVEN WHILE LYING PERFECTLY STILL, the use of the
remote manipulation equipment to roll scouring
pads into pencil-size cylinders, to cause discomfort,
even when my full weight is on a flattened pad
- Rapping of loose items into the sides of my steel
sleeping enclosure, ending with the flinging of
the item on to the floor, "poltergeist" style
(Definitely artificial - this is not genuine polter-
geist activity)
- Shaking my bed frame while trying to sleep
- Very forceful shaking of air conditioning ductwork
in the vicinity of my desk, when viewed in the
false ceiling, as much as 1/4" displacement from
the rest position of the ductwork has been observed
- The now 8 year-old trick of making one of my shoes
whistle as I walk by - some days, not all, only one
shoe, not both, different pairs of shoes, with or
without nylons, and plainly heard and remarked on
by co-workers
- Bending metallic edges and damaging the padding
on interior parts of my sheet steel and mesh
sleeping enclosure, in hard to see places, in a
manner likely to cause a laceration
- Destruction of one microcassette tape recorder
- Destruction of one CD player
The above list will give the reader an idea of what
my days and nights are like during Dec 97 - Jan 98.
If yours are not like that, be thankful!
Skeptics: You must explain ALL occurrences, taken
as an unbroken SET, or you have not explained ANY.
Eleanor White
Hamilton, Ontario Canada
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Diary #12 (Eleanor White)
January 10, 1998
Instant recognition proves itching is under remote control.
I've been an e-weapons guinea pig for about 8 years now,
and one of the longest-running harassment methods is
the prevention of sleep or disruption of work using
remotely inflicted insatiable itching, with emphasis on
the most difficult to scratch body parts. For example:
- Itching on the INSIDE of the victim's eyelids
- Itching in the toe area during a busy work day
- Itching ONLY on the contact area between the
victim's body and mattress while trying to sleep
(The mattress contact itching starts out as the sens-
ation of being lightly stroked by a bare wire carrying
about 50 volts, typical of a telephone circuit, for
example. The electric-current-tickle then gives way
to a spreading itch that can only be relieved with
sandpaper or a stiff bristle hair brush.)
This past week, I glued together an array of kitchen
scouring pads on to the rubberized side of a carpet
remnant, using silicone rubber for best adhesion
under deformation and pressure. This was to
eliminate the harassers' practice of literally rolling
up one or more scouring pads into a pencil shaped
tight roll, even as the victim lies motionless.
The TELLING EVENT is that last night, my first
trial with this glued scouring pad array under me
as I slept, the harassers DID NOT CAUSE THE
USUAL ITCHING WHERE MY SKIN CONTACTS
THE MATTRESS.
Instead they INSTANTLY switched to induced itching
on all parts of my body NOT in contact with the
mattress. This proves two things:
- The itching is artificial. (This is pretty well
established anyway by a total lack of rash at any
point in the 8 years.)
- The harassers' equpiment is capable of seeing in
perfect detail things like the location of scouring
pads under the victim's body. This also says
that this particular viewing capacity is NOT
"sound" technology. Sound can't possibly pene-
trate reinforced concrete floors and walls, and into
a steel cocoon, to both detect scouring pads under
the victim and roll the small ones into pencil-size
cylinders.
Skeptics: You must explain ALL of the effects reported
by e-weapons victims taken as a complete SET, or you
have explained none of them.
Eleanor White
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Diary #12B (Ed Light)
I have the "itch' too. And sores on my legs to show
for it where I vehemently scratched (I could do
nothing else).
Ed Light, Editor, Mind Control Forum
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Diary #13 (Eleanor White)
January 10, 1997
Example of intense mental impairment by remote control.
Spring past (1997) I took a trip to the next town north
and east, Burlington, to the regional office of Industry
Canada, Radio Spectrum Management Branch, which
is the Canadian counterpart of the FCC. The purpose
was to renew my ham radio station licence so I could
legally begin building a demo voice-to-skull transmitter,
using the Allan Frey method, developed in 1961, and
posted on my raven1 web site.
(I put this project on hold in early summer 1997 after
Wright-Patterson Air Force Base announced they
were developing unclassified voice to skull technology
to scare birds away from runways.)
I reached the Industry Canada office fine, and renewed
my ham ticket with no problem at all.
However, as soon as I left the office, I began to feel
the kind of out-of-sorts feeling described by pilots
who have encountered strange things in the Bermuda
Triangle. The surroundings just didn't seem right.
It was chilly but sunny, and I could see no taxis in
sight.
I went a short distance to Burlington City Hall,
where there is a phone booth on the main street.
The Taxi section was torn from the phone book.
I left the phone booth and entered the lobby of
City Hall. I found I suddenly had no idea what
the local Burlington taxi service was named.
(Surprise: The name is "Burlington Taxi")
I asked at the information desk for a phone
book. The taxi page was torn from that book
too. I asked the information clerk if he knew
the name and/or telephone number of the
local taxi company. He "had no idea".
I tried to call information, but a young lady
ran over to the lobby phone and stayed on
it for 10 minutes, talking excessively quietly.
I went out to call information at the booth
outside. Another long wait. Not a single
taxi in sight, and I had been in the main
square now for almost half an hour. It was
now uncomfortably chilly as the sun had
gone behind clouds.
All the while, unseen bird calls of a particularly
loud and mocking type were heard from all
directions, though no birds at all could be seen.
By the time the outside booth became free,
I still didn't know the name or number of
"Burlington Taxi" and in fact, had forgotten
my intent to phone information.
So - I phoned a Hamilton taxi service to come
get me for the trip back to Hamilton.
BANG! The "Bermuda Triangle" feeling
vanished, and right away, the City Hall
square was RINGED with a literal parade
of bright yellow BURLINGTON TAXIS,
with the phone number boldly painted
on the side!
After more chilly waiting (City Hall has
too much setback and foliage to chance
waiting inside for a Hamilton taxi, I
finally got back OK, with no further
incidents, except way more time than
I like being away from my desk on a
workday.
Skeptics: If you intend to call this event a
chain of coincidences, you must then explain
ALL effects I've experienced in my 8 years
as an involuntary mind-affecting e-weapons
guinea pig. Anything short of explaining
ALL effects does not explain ANY.
Eleanor White
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Diary #14 (Eleanor White)
January 11, 1998
Household appliances.
The disruption and destruction of household
appliances is one area in which the e-weapons
harassers use a lot of energy.
Before describing appliance disruptions, let me
say that I have had, in the 8 years of being an
e-weapons guinea pig, perhaps a dozen apt.
building nighttime full power failures, lasting
long enough that the presence or absence of
e-weapons harassment can be determined.
Every single nighttime power failure has
resulted in the IMMEDIATE stoppage of
whatever harassment method was in use,
and the majority of power recoveries meant
the harassment started up again within a
minute or two.
I have not had as full a range of appliance
disruption as others, but here's what I've
experienced to date:
- "Talking" electric fans, especially the
20-inch box type. The e-weapons
harassers routinely use these things as
loudspeakers. In my case, one apt. bldg.
broadcast loud hammering from these
fans, in crystal clear fidelity, and with
a random, semi-musical beat that could
not possibly be simple vibration of the
fan structure.
At my current apartment building, the
preferred sound is random bongo drum-
ming. I've never been treated to actual
voice, though other victims have.
I placed several turns of wire around
the magnetic core of the motor and have
put oscilloscopes on to this coil. There
is nothing but pure sine-wave AC - no
other audio frequencies present.
This sound is tape recordable, however,
like the birds, attempts to tape record
are nearly instantaneously accompanied
by a reduction in volume level, too weak
to record over the fan's noise, or, either
a loud steady whistle or raspy static
fed to the tape recorder to prevent any
kind of recording. All I've ever been
able to get is maybe one or two seconds'
worth, not enough for evidence.
By the way, I prepare all my fans to
suppress vibration noise, which is also
commonly enhanced by the harassers,
by careful disassembly and packing
grey strips of window caulking in all
joints where vibration is possible.
The ceiling fan in my bathroom has
also been used as a loudspeaker.
Finally, a variation on this is that the
harassers sometimes move the fans
so they bang into nearby objects.
- Simple destruction by discharge and
leakage, of batteries, very prematurely.
Sometimes the leakage is so bad that
the appliance (in my case a brand
new expensive flashlight) was trashed.
I lost one purse-size voltmeter to
"battery leakage" - it stopped working
even after replacing the batteries and
polishing the contacts. None of the
leakage got inside the "works" and
I'm certain the meter was destroyed
separately.
- Destruction of polaroid film giving
about half of the image smeared,
copper coloured dribble, with film
being fresh.
- Remote control or tampering (don't
know which) with all four stove top
burner switches so that the full-high
click-detent position is reduced to
below medium heat. To boil water
I have to click the full-high detent
then click down into the high end
of the continuous adjustment range.
- Total stoppage of toaster. Switch
contacts still making electrical
contact. To those who know toasters,
they draw a huge amount of current,
and as long as the contact points are
in firm physical contact, current must
flow.
If the points actually touch with pres-
sure from the pushdown handle, then
the small amount of dirt which can
accumulate cannot insulate against
the full 120 volt line voltage, and the
current will force it's way through.
The only exception is if the points
are so badly burned they don't make
pressured contact, or, some foreign
substance of some thickness has been
put between the points. In my case,
neither condition has occurred during
my spontaneous failures.
- Loud, raspy static applied to AM or
FM radio on a favourite station.
Also - I have tried to use an FM radio
"off frequency" so that the "hiss" will
act as white noise for covering up the
harassers banging and thumping. Most
times, within minutes the harassers will
find the frequency I'm tuned to and put
a loud, steady tone, like a TV test pattern
on that frequency. If I re-tune, they do
too, almost immediately.
- Broadcasting of bongo drums or other
annoying noises through commercially-
made white noise machines. I own 3
white noise machines, all of which are
rendered useless by this practice. The
harassers let me have a short period of
success in using commerical white noise
so I would purchase more than one,
then "closed me down" by using them
as loudspeakers for bongo drumming.
- Fake sparking of 120 volt line cord to
small fan mounted inside my sleeping
enclosure. The fan was getting on in
years, but was still quite adequate.
One night I bumped into the all-plastic
case (Braun) fan and a shower of sparks
appeared to fall from the point at which
the line cord enters the case.
I discarded the fan, but kept the line cord,
and spent a lot of time checking the point
at which the "sparks" occurred under a
powerful light and magnifying glass. I also
carefully sectioed the cord with an Xacto
knife. There was NO indication of sparking
or indeed any break in the heavy duty
neoprene cord.
- (This is kind of a nickel-and-dime one,
but definitely done by daytime intruders)
The shortening of the core of one end of
the TV cable just enough that contact
was occasionally disrupted. I know
that copper center conducter was orig-
inally more than long enough.
- The spontaneous switching of channels
which occurs just at the moment I'm
really paying close attention and eagerly
awaiting the next sentence. I'd guess
this has occurred monthly or more often
over my 8-year stint as a guinea pig. It
does not happen at all during scenes
I am not interested in.
- Destruction of my microcassette tape
recorder I carry in my purse. Just the
record function. I purchased another
recorder to replace it, and carefully
disassembled the disabled unit. My
ohmmeter could not find any contacts
that didn't work.
When I try to play the short 1-2 sec.
snippets of weird noise for co-workers,
the harassers put a shrill whistle thru
the speaker. This is NOT on the tape -
when I listen in private, it's not there.
The whistling is NOT caused by the
particular recorder, either - the unit
I purchased as a replacement whistles
in this manner too.
- Finally, this isn't strictly "household"
appliances, but I've bought and/or taken
for repair two vacuum cleaners at my
place of work. ANY vacuum cleaner I
purchase or have repaired gets immed-
iately "broken" by having it's wiring
re-arranged so the motor runs backwards.
There is usually some other physical
damage accompanying this also.
Skeptics: If you intend to explain a few of
these incidents as "co-incidence", you must
explain all these and all other harassment
incidents taken as a complete SET, or you
have not explained ANY of them.
Eleanor White
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-------------------------------------------------- Diary Entry #15 (Kay) January 10,1997 Two years ago, my husband went to another town for a business meeting. My children and I went along to make a weekend mini-vacation out of it. I drove from the motel to the place of the business meeting and dropped my husband off. The children and I went to a restaurant nearby to pass the time. At the appointed time I left the restaurant to pick up my husband. I drove, and I drove. Around in circles. I was unable to think which street led where. Something was wrong with my brain. Like a hole had developed. I want to make clear that before my children were born I worked as a Real Estate agent and NEVER experienced problems of this magnitude finding my way around. I pulled over on a road leading OUT of town. Totally confused and lost. I was extremely concerned. I got my map out, which I had just read not more than 2 hours ago to find the meeting place. I COULD NOT MAKE SENSE OUT OF IT. The part of my brain that allows one to organize information was GONE. It was a map I was looking at, I could read the street names, I could read the name of the street I was on, I could even find it on the map. I couldn't figure out how to get from point A to point B. Now another disturbing thing happened. The older child ( who claims he is dissociative from E-MK-ultra tortures at a preschool he attended) took the map and read it and was able to guide me effortlessly to the destination. Normally,this child has extreme difficulty reading and had NEVER read a map before. I have had no more map reading problems and my child has not been able to read another map. Kay -------------------------------------------------- Diary #16 (Eleanor White) January 12, 1998 Precise-timing computer shutdowns. Starting around the beginning of December 1997, and shortly after I began attempts to persuade my co-electronic-weapons victims that we should claim what is actually true (we too are just latter-day MKULTRA victims), my local harassers started shutting my PC down by way of remotely causing it to lock, at PRECISELY 8:10 a.m., every single morning and now including weekends. I normally arrive at work around 7:15-7:30 a.m. and am ready to start the day's email campaigning by 7:45-8:00 a.m. This move on the part of the local harassers seems to be to cause me stress by having the best time of day lost. * Significant is the fact that this blockade applies to ANY Internet capable PC at my office, at this point there are four. These PC's are on different telephone lines, all direct outside lines, having nothing to do with the switchboard. It's not always easy to read the meaning of a given harassment type, but when this is com- bined with a stepup in other types of harassment also, it is pretty clear that the harassers are not keen on having the public learn there really was such a thing as MKULTRA (they don't know this at present, in general.) Skeptics: You must explain ALL incidents taken as a complete SET, or you have explained none. Eleanor White -------------------------------------------------- Diary #17 (Eleanor White) January 12, 1998 Tics and fumbles. Electronic weapons harassers are capable of incredibly precise and overriding control of their victims' muscles. My local harassers here in Hamilton, Ontario demonstrated this graphically one evening by, while I was fully awake in bed, bending each toe of my right foot so far backwards it almost touched the upper side of my foot. There is no possible way I could ever dupli- cate that feat. At this point I'm into my 9th year as an e-weapons guinea pig. I have noticed over those 9 years that I have become very clumsy at ordinary chores, like food preparation, eating/drinking, and handling tapes and diskette. When I moved into my brand new apartment (where I live now) I was tenant number 1. The brand new kitchen and bathroom cabinets all had extremely sharp corners where the formica surfaces came together in a point. For more than 2 years I kept raking my forearms on those corners drawing blood. I looked like a cat clinic nurse all the time, scratches and scabs everywhere. One of the harassers' techniques is to remote-hypnotically (electronically) induce a sense of complacency, so the victim will never get enough will to fix such a condition. When I finally did so, by sandpapering all sharp corners round, not only did the lacerations stop, but AT NO TIME AFTER THAT DID MY SKIN EVER AGAIN CONTACT A CABINET DOOR CORNER. This was not a case of heightened awareness, and it took me several months to realize that the harassers had been nudging my arms into contact with those corners, and this was definitely not natural. I began to take note of other clumsiness incidents: Every one of them involves either a muscular nudge or a sudden sharp sting somewhere on my body that momentarily distracts me at just the right time. Because this is not done at close intervals, and there is time for the last such incident to pass from conscious thought, it still works most of the time even though I am now aware what is going on. I would estimate that by now this kind of clumsiness has occurred at least a couple of thousand times over the past eight years. Heaven help us if the harassers should do this to surgeons. Skeptics: You must explain ALL incidents taken as a complete SET, otherwise, you have not explained ANY. Eleanor White -------------------------------------------------- Diary #18 (Eleanor White) Non-electronic harassment at work. For e-weapons victims lucky enough to have jobs, they are guaranteed that the harassment they experience at home and on the street will continue at work. At my previous job, I was in charge of a software test lab containing about 40 PCs. I would experience missing parts there, and there were many office cubicles nearby where bird calls and wolf whistles would originate throughout the day, in practice, they were untraceable. Co-workers were obviously on the payroll of the harassers, and I would find wiring regularly disrupted, and in some cases the gold-plated connector pins coated with an invisible layer of some chemical which made them non-conductive. Co-workers would go out of their way to pass by whenever I was on an intense testing assignment, and literally whack nearby structure to make me jump. The lab was in a dark, windowless area, and after a complete re-lamping by building management, within a couple of months, by steady small incidents, I would find lamps rotated in their sockets so they would not light, and several fluorescent fixture safety covers had mysteriously "fallen out". I counted 40 lamps not working after two months. When I changed jobs and moved from Toronto to Hamilton, the on-the-job non-electronic harassment kept up. Similar wolf whistling started immediately. I posted information labels on most equip- ment, both for my own information and the benefit of others. Every single label I posted would, on the evening shift when I was not present, have corners gradually lifted and torn off. Sturdy cardboard tags with pasted on diagrams and other information (like internal pinouts) would somehow get "crumpled" by someone crushing it in their hand. One terminal had the roof spring a leak above it - I responded immediately by installing a sheet metal slanted roof. Shortly after that, an evening shift employee (unknown, of course) pulled the terminal far enough out on it's table that the monitor high voltage got a bath and the terminal was toast. I ordered a small shipment of custom cut structural aluminum tubing for expansion of the computer room shelving. This batch was seen by two co-workers who are not on the harassers' payroll. It stood in the Receiving Dept. area for the day, and at 5 p.m., a receiving clerk, wearing gloves, brought what had been spotlessly clean aluminum tubing all day, only when he flung it into my office, all 3 bars had been smeared from one end to the other with dirty automotive grease. I was talking to the boss and was not watching at the time. In the 6 years I've been here, there have been at least a couple of hundred incidents of computer plugs being pulled out just far enough so the unit doesn't work - and, surprise, those incidents occur either precisely as I'm about to take the first bite of lunch, or leave for the day. Even though physically impossible, the explanation I get is that "somebody must have hit it with a box". (I have purposely installed the equipment using guards and nylon cable ties so that is absolutely not possible.) Another 'trick' is to allow a remote part on our large complex system to malfunction and not report it, but rather, the worker goes to some other workstation to work around the problem. Eleanor White's wastebaskets are consist- ently "not seen" by the evening cleaners, and often are emptied but cracked or otherwise damaged. One "not seen" waste basket was left in full view of the cleaners for 5 days. (I deliberately waited.) When asked on day 6 why it wasn't emptied, it was explained that they didn't think I wanted it emptied because the two other wastebaskets in the (locked) computer room were not next to it. And of course, any time I am asked to either purchase or have repaired a company appliance, like a vacuum cleaner or hot water kettle, the item gets "broken" right away, often withing 24 hours of it's arrival at the place it will be used. Skeptics: You must explain ALL incidents, taken as a complete SET, or you have not explained ANY. Eleanor White -------------------------------------------------- Diary #19 (Eleanor White) January 12, 1998 The company back gate lock. Our company has a parking lot in the back of the plant, which is for employee parking and deliveries. This gate is locked with a rain- proof high-quality ($35 CDN) padlock and chain. This padlock has often been the target of the e-weapon harassers because for several years, I've been the official gate-opener, because I arrive earliest each day. (The daily ritual of unlocking the gate with no witnesses gives the harassers their best daily chance to wow me with their faked "bird calls".) One memorable day, the harassers had packed snow on top of the lock and poured water on the snow, to give an impression it was heavily iced. (Nothing else was, and on that morning, the temperature had risen enough above freezing so that anything with ice from the evening before would have melted off.) I tried both lock de-icer and WD-40, but could not get it to open. We had to cut it off. Turns out they had packed some steel wool way up into the upper end of the key slot, permanently disabling the lock. We re- placed the lock with another, heavier- duty, high quality rainproof lock. This replacement lock worked fine for about one year. Two weeks ago, it suddenly began to get gritty and hard to unlock. I thought maybe some blown dust from nearby road construction had mixed inside with some wind- blown rain. I took the lock this morning into the computer room and moved a 60-watt lamp so the light bulb touched the lock, to bake it out. After about half an hour, one of our staff pharmacists came in and asked me "What's that smell? It smells like acid." Once he said that, a light bulb came on in my head and I immediately recognized the unmistakeable smell of SULFURIC ACID. There is no doubt about it - the harassers have been putting acid into our lock over the past couple of weeks. (What next!?) Skeptics: You must explain ALL of these incidents taken as a complete SET, or you have explained NONE of them. Eleanor White -------------------------------------------------- Diary #20 (William MacIntosh) January 13, 1998 Only you can prevent Garage Fires! Due to the strange El Ninio weather patterns of late I have been using the Garage to store the weekly accumulation of garbage sealed in plastic bags. The heavy rains tend to fill the tied garbage bags and make them unnecessarily difficult to move. This incident occurred the day before waste pickup by the local disposal agency. As is my routine I packaged up and sealed the kitchen's accumulation of waste and moved it out into the garage beside the outside door in preparation for the morning pickup. I placed this bag next to it's companion, for the week was a typical two bagger. These two bags stood alone up against the wall, between the car and the door. Nothing else was anywhere near them. About two hours later my roommate begins a load of his laundry, the washer and dryer are located in the garage too. He retires to his room while I try to watch some TV in the living room. Not more than 10 minutes had gone by when I noticed the smell of something burning. At first it didn't bother me, many chimney's in the area, but the smell of something burning became too intense. So like a dog, I commence the hunt and sniff bit and discover a raging garbage fire in the garage. Luckily the fire was extinguished fairly easily with several buckets of water, left unattended any longer and the whole house would have gone up. When I talked to my roommate about this incident he stated rather glibly "WERE YOU AFRAID?". No worry or concern of any kind with the exception of my mental state. What kind of response was that? As though the intent was only to cause distress and he was part of it. His only thought was to verify his success at causing me distress and maybe earn any offered reward, SPOOK ALERT! My spook roommate is moving out at the end of this month, thank God! William MacIntosh -------------------------------------------------- Diary #21 (Eleanor White) January 14, 1998 Days off. An involuntary e-weapons victim is normally targeted continuously, 24 hours, 7 days, with at least ONE effect. However, there are breaks which seldom last more than 24 hours. Yesterday was one of those days for me. Every day since late November 1997, my PC is remotely locked up at precisely 8:10 a.m. every day, including weekends, and this extends to any other Internet-capable PC at my office. That did not happen at all, yesterday. Every day since I started MKULTRA publicity back in early autumn of 1997, a great many media web sites either wouldn't load, "didn't have a DNS address", or if they did load were extremely slow. (We are talking major media sites here, which damn well DO have DNS addresses!) Media in major cities, especially those where there is lots of defense agency activity, were usually not accessible when I had my emailer loaded with messages about MKULTRA. That did not happen at all yesterday. Suddenly every single web site I tried to access came up, and came up swiftly. (There has never been same sluggish or blocked performance for web sites having nothing to do with media or government, however.) For the entire period 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. there was no harassment. I had to go home sick in the afternoon. No "renovation". No induced itch. no artifical racket of any kind. After 4 p.m., however, I started getting "paid back" for my brief relief from harassment, and last night was one of the worst ever for itches, twitches, stings, burns, and "electronic caffeine" signals which just keep you wide awake. It is a guess, but after 8 years of this, you get much better at guessing: The 8-to-4 equipiment operator was off sick. Other brief off times: - Electronic effects stop immediately when the power goes off - There is some relief, some summers. Presumably, this is the harassment operators' vacation. The harassment doesn't stop, but it does sometimes get lighter during warm weather. Now to a non-guinea pig, this doesn't sound all that unusual. But reader, you have to view this from the standpoint of the usual situation where there is never a minute's relief from all the effects taken as a complete set. Normally, itching may stop and no birds screech at you, but then your constant artificially-induced tone in your ears gets turned way up. Or, everything including the artificial tinnitus may go low or absent, but then you get fake wrong number calls or fake raps on your door by "solicitors" who only knock on your door. Under "normal" circumstances, a victim is never left alone in all ways, but these brief breaks as yesterday do show what life is like for non- guinea pigs. Quite a change. Skeptics: You must explain ALL incidents taken as on complete SET, otherwise, you have not explained ANY. Eleanor White -------------------------------------------------- Diary #22 (Eleanor White) January 14, 1998 Diary entry #23 below was supposed to be #22. (Whether it is an external harassment effect is unknown, however, causing things like this is an almost daily routine for e-weapons guinea pigs.) -------------------------------------------------- Diary #23 (Eleanor White) January 14, 1998 Computer invasion by harassers. Next door to my office is an office occupied by our field technician, who installs credit card machines, debit card machines, and giveaway PCs at our customer sites. The giveaway PCs are used for direct dialing into a UNIX host to place orders, bypassing the need to phone or fax them. They are given only to our better customers as incentives. This morning she began getting "program too big to fit in memory" error messages from of all programs, simple, basic, time-tested DOS EDIT. She uses this program to customize the DOS startup files on the customer PCs, which are TINY. Anyone who has used the 69K DOS edit program knows this is a compact, well-behaved Microsoft DOS accessory that literally "never fails" in any PC. The PC in question was a fairly new COMPAQ Pro Linea, with 8 megs total RAM. The mem /c command said that just over 600K was free and available to load programs. There is no need to access any high or extended memory to run EDIT. The memory tests fine with the CHECKIT utility. She was in a rush to get on the road, so I copied the even smaller and equally famous for simplicity and reliability NE.COM, which is an early version of "Norton Editor". As a programmer I have used this program for the past 10 years and it has run on every PC, no matter how ancient or how small. It's program file is 32K in size. To make things simpler for her, I deleted the original DOS EDIT.COM and renamed NE.COM to EDIT.COM. Surprise! Even the Norton Editor bombed out with "program too big to fit in memory". So far, looks like a problem with the PC, probably memory, right? WRONG! I re-named the Norton Editor back from it's temporary name EDIT.COM to NE.COM, and IT RAN FINE! The early Norton Editor program is a simple, single file and it does not care what you name it. In fact, it is orignally designed specifically to BE RE-NAMED, for users who like to have their own customized versions handy, say, on a network. This was definitely not a failure originating in the Norton Editor. What has happened here is that, this PC being a clear line of site shot from the suspected operating room of the harassers, less than 100 feet across the street, they have patched in to that machine and are causing it to fail to load any time the command is "EDIT". This is not difficult - the harassers have done far, far more sophisticated disruption on my own PC with all my Internet software. This incident may not mean much to those who are not experienced in computers, but any experienced PC programmer at the DOS level will tell you the above circumstances point to remote tampering. The "read" half of the TEMPEST technology, where someone can read your screen from a few hundred feet away using an antenna similar to a fringe-reception TV antenna, has been publicized on both TV and print media. What is still not yet admitted is that there exists a much more sophisticated version which can also "write", i.e. manipulate remotely. Skeptics: You must explain ALL such incidents taken together as a complete SET, or you have not explained ANY of them. Eleanor White -------------------------------------------------- Diary #23B (Eleanor White) January 15, 1998 Yesterday, Diary entry #23 described weird behaviour of a new PC in good condition while running a new bootable floppy disk. After sending the original diary bulletin, I ran more extensive tests all afternoon using Checkit version 4, which is a fairly recent version and matches the Pro Linea vintage well. All tests on system board, memory, and hard drive worked perfectly - no failures whatsoever. This morning? The machine will not boot to either floppy drive or hard drive - just hunts and buzzes but nothing shows on the screen. The system board SETUP program does work, and all values are normal. Harasser damage? Probably - this is often the way they show disapproval of victims speaking out. I'd bet this messed up PC was done intentionally, but as usual, I can't prove it. Eleanor White -------------------------------------------------- Diary #24 (Kay) January 14, 1998 Along with the brain and nervous system attacks has come various forms of physical, verbal and mental harassment. These are observable and recordable where the MK-ultra e-weapons "beams" are very difficult or impossible to prove. When touching my kitchen refrigerator, I was shocked with a huge volt of electricity, which stunned me for a few seconds. My family was there with me and can attest to my reflex action. I called an electrician to correct the problem and the following day he examined the refrigerator and the house circuitry and found absolutely nothing to fix. Upon arriving at our new home our healthy dog jumped out of the car and ran around gleefully. She appeared at the door several minutes later with what appeared to be human feces smeared in a very undog-like way across the front of her face. That evening she had a very high temperature. We called the vet. He came over and said he didn't know what it was. He reassured us that the feces could not have this effect on her. Her "illness" progressed and changed form with no clue from the vet what was wrong. She panted like she was out of breath, she had unexplained seizures, she had bladder problems, she couldn't sleep, she whimpered in pain. This went on for 3-1/2 months. We finally put her to sleep when it became clear she was not going to improve. At times in the last 3 years I have had symptoms just like that dog. Returning home one evening I prepared to take a shower. I opened the shower door and saw on the floor a dusting of black grainy powder. At the time I was new to some of the harassment techniques and simply washed the stuff down the drain and proceeded. For the next week I had an exceedingly painful and itchy red rash, worse at my ankles and tapering off above my knees. A description of the neighborhood where the following events took place is: A tree lined subdivision , with well kept houses, 3-5 bedrooms, attached garages, home to ex-military, district attorneys, business owners and white collar professionals. No one surrounding us seemed to think the activities described below were abnormal. And went out of their way to make faces,yell and give obscene gestures to my children. We fled after 8 months,losing a considerable amount of money. Returning home soon after moving in, we found a group of children near our front door. Our cat ran frantically from the group as we approached. One girl said "you better keep your cat inside, it might get hurt." Several days later we returned to find that our cat had been shot off the backyard wall with an air rifle shattering her leg bones. My young children wondered if they would be shot too. One of my children's rabbit's had just given birth to an anxiously awaited litter of nine baby bunnies. They were in a latched wire cage in our back yard. Two mornings later my children awoke to find all nine bunnies dead in their nesting box, every scrap of nesting material (this consists of wood shavings, grasses, and rabbit hair.) GONE. The cage was neatly latched. Upon telling our ex-military neighbor of the bunnies death, he asked my child," And how did you feel about it?" He apparently was unconcerned that someone was roaming the neighborhood at night killing animals. The district attorney's contribution to the event was to suggest that an iguana may have been the culprit! Presumably we were to believe that an iguana which is not a species found in our state, let alone our country, came and ate wood shavings and bunny fur in the middle of the night, and latched the door neatly behind himself. Well, okay, weird things happen but iguana's are reptiles and it would not have been able to move about at night because it was too cold at that time of year. Our taxes go to pay this man's salary. One neighbor walked across the street, rang my bell and said to me "keeping your adrenaline levels up will eventually kill you". Strange, because I had never talked to this neighbor about adrenaline or anything else. At the time I was having major e-weapon attacks which had the effect of massive amounts of caffeine. Dismissing the adrenaline comment, I went on to tell him about the recent demise of the bunnies. His answer to the event was to say "maybe they are really after you". Was this a threat? The best and perhaps most telling response was from a neighbor who smiled and simply said,"welcome to the neighborhood". Many times when verbal harassment is about to commence you can see the people involved start "taking their positions" and activity "unusual for the neighborhood" occurring. On one occasion (and there were many events of unprovoked verbal harassment), I noticed strangers pulling up to our neighbors house, they were all standing around. Not alarming, but a sign of something to come, at least from my experience. I had earlier promised to help one of my children skate in front of our house after dinner. I had planned to video the child like some parents do. I had also hoped to catch abusive behavior if there was any. We proceded. Not more than a few minutes had passed when the neighbor with the strangers appeared with an entourage behind her. From her yard she started yelling and screaming at me for following her in my car and harassing her and pulling her over on the street. She said she was going to call the police, she called me very unpleasant names and kept the tirade up with the people behind her looking on. She kept motioning me over and saying "come on, come on" as if to begin a fist fight. If one were to know me at all you would know that her accusations could not possibly be based on any truth and were spewed forth for some other purpose. Then one young boy that we had never seen before, came in front of our house and started yelling obscenities and saying things like " you fat cow, get back in your tent where you belong" "you pig" " get back in your shack, you don't belong out here." While I was gathering up my children, I'll never forget the look in that kids eyes. They were big and huge and vacant. A future e-weapons operator perhaps? When trying to keep calm under the attack I had tried to turn on the video, I found that my finger kept bouncing on the switch uncontrollably so that I could not keep the machine on and filming. I abandoned the filming effort to help my children back in the house. No film. What a picture it would have been. All that night I had excruciating pain, like a washboard with sandpaper was being rubbed on my heart. The vibrations were agonizing. It promptly stopped at 6am. We discovered during efforts to sell this house that our security efforts were not effective against the harassers. Despite high security Medico locks on all doors and a security system tyed in with the local Police Dept. our front door was standing ajar on more than one occasion upon returning to the house. We know we had locked up securely before leaving. Under our circumstances it is not something you forget to do. Kay -------------------------------------------------- Diary #25 (Eleanor White) January 15, 1998 Ionizing radiation. In mid-autumn 1997, I caught a glimpse of an article about a US Army test program where xrays were used to induce mind control effects. The benefit, of course, is the xrays ability to penetrate shielding. Since we, collectively, have had little success with shielding, I thought this may be the harassers' secret. I purchased a Victoreen pen-style ionizing rad- iation dosimeter, 200 mR (milliroentgens), which is an electroscope (charged fiber, which, as ionizing radiation hits it, loses its charge and swings across a printed scale.) This dosimeter arrived on Christmas eve 1997, and in the ensuing 3 weeks plus, I've had plenty of harassment effects but no abnormal readings. One dosage chart (found via searching Yahoo for "ionizing radiation dose") says normal is 360 mR per year, and in the past 3 weeks, I've had only 5 mR, and my dosimiter travels with me. I'm therefore average. (The same chart says a survey of international ionizing radiation limits shows 5,000 mR per year is the highest allowed in any country, and that is for those who work with radio- active materials.) Now - although this suggests xrays are not in use HERE, that doesn't mean they are not in use on other victims. Furthermore, there is more than one way a victim could receive xray doses and still not have it show on an electroscope-style dosimeter: - The xrays could be tightly focussed and intentionally aimed so the dosimeter isn't hit - The dosage needed to cause MC effects may be (as scientist Eldon Byrd, former US Navy e-weapons researcher claims) so LOW as to be undetectable by a dosimeter - The effective dose received may be tiny even though a PULSED signal with very high peaks but very short duration is used - The harassers may be re-charging my dosimeter (they can target a 1 mm dia. spot of pain, and I don't doubt they can remotely read and reset (charge) a dosimeter if they set their minds to it) So - the jury is still out. I'm broke right now, but I may try a film badge type dosimeter when I get rich again. Others may also want to try the film badge route. Skeptics: You must explain ALL incidents taken together as an unbroken SET or you have expained NONE of them. Eleanor White -------------------------------------------------- Diary #26 (Kay) January 15, 1998 [Editor's Note: This is a response to some reader comments on the AZ Central Message Boards, in the "Sound Off" category. In particular, Kay's response is addressed to the skeptics. To visit that paper and it's message boards: http://www.azcentral.com] My three young children and I are victims of e-weapons technology,MK-ultra style. Like most of you I do not want my vision of the world to change. I have been forced through experience to accept a horrible truth. The efforts and techniques to torture and destroy my family are extremely advanced. My children are kept up in excruciating pain, night after sleepless night, "Why me,mommy?" "Will this happen to me when I am big?" "Are there any good people left?" The best I can tell them is that they are soldiers in a secret war that good people don't know about , have a very hard time finding out about and a hard time believing it when they do. Robert Becker said in the forward of his book "The Body Electric" ....... "May your children shine in the darkness to come". For us the darkness is here. For those of you who want more information, please contact me at MYKwest@aol.com Come see the dark circles under my childrens eyes. Hear what they have to say. Judge for yourself, how "crazy" we are. We should have been the normal, happy family with bright children going to school,having friends, enjoying life. We are still all together, we all still love each other. But something is going very wrong in our lives and it is out of our control. We live in an electronic concentration camp. This is surely a Holocaust, high technology style. We have found out first hand what all those Nazi experiments were leading to. For the love of life itself, take a closer look at what we victims have to say. Look at the carefully documented evidence of brain and nervous system weapons development. Consider what it means. Your children's future will be bleak if this horror is not stopped. Once you understand the situation you will know why it is not reported in the general media. Thought reading, thought implanting, emotion controlling, remote hypnotyzing is all a reality. Today. Now Kay -------------------------------------------------- Diary #27 (Deleted on author's request) -------------------------------------------------- Diary #28 (Patricia Mougey) January 15, 1998 I walked down the basement stairs. As I stepped on the cement floor I looked back at the far end of the basement a huge sudden fear come over me. The instant I felt afraid I heard a female say, "Now, watch. She's going to be afraid to go back there." Instantly I knew why my step-father had become afraid to go into the basement, and at times flatly refused to go down there. He was never afraid of anything or anyone. In fact, in the past he'd followed some of these perverted harassers in his car. It also explained other incidents that affected my thinking and behavior in a very negative and frightened manner, and I vowed then and there that they were not going to get away with it. Over a period of time other events happened that proved I'd been programmed. One afternoon I felt suddenly afraid that a certain radio of mine had been stolen while I was out. It held sentimental value and I verbally yelled out, "Boy, if you've taken that.!" plus a few other statements. And, then I remembered that only the day before I'd seen it on a table in the basement. I hadn't been out of the house, and knew it couldn't be gone. I also knew that I'd been programmed into being afraid that it was gone, and then filled with concern and anger. And, for a second I WAS angry. In the meantime I continued walking around the house, acting like I was still looking and grumbling aloud. And, then, after a few minutes, I made a verbal statement that I knew where it was all the time and went thru this 'act' to build up their ego... pointed out where it was setting..and then proceeded to tell them what I thought of them. A few seconds of angry remarks could be heard from their side. About two hours later they (local harassers) returned home(they live in houses near me) from their almost-daily meeting elsewhere. It was in the summertime and I could hear them yelling to each other about it with such phrases as, 'Oh..yeah, sure. She knew where it was all the time. The H*""she did." " She was worried..she didn't know where it. was" "She didn't know it was us.", etc., etc. (The age group ranged from teenagers to grandparents..on that date there approximately 8 people, perhaps more.) They still continue on with various attempts to program me which I still fight. I feel sudden and strong urges to do a certain thing, and the more I fight back the urge, the stronger it becomes. At the same time the angrier I feel. Most of their attempts back then revolved around getting me to go out on my front porch so I would have to witness them at the curb, or in the street, where large gatherings of younger people would be. They would be playing loud music from their cars, some from their homes, and others would be carrying on loud conversations with each other as though they were the only two people in the block, ignoring every one else. At other times it would be basketball games in front of my house, coupled with loud music, etc. More than once I'd hear someone saying, "It's not working. It's not working." Fighting those urges took every ounce of strength and willpower I had. Lately, they've lessened to a large degree, but have not completely disappeared. They don't give up easily, nor do I. Pat Mougey (Glass City Warrior) -------------------------------------------------- Diary #29 (Eleanor White) January 16, 1998 Dream control. Starting in early 1997, my local harassers began what is one of their longest running harassment methods. Forcing the victim to dream about certain things has long been a characteristic of their torture. The dreams they force are either neutral or pleasant, with rare exceptions. They seem much more interested in getting you to cooperate than simply terrorizing you. I've had a few where someone in the dream either repeatedly injected me with an unknown substance or attempted to attach an electrode to my head. Their dreams are far more vivid, and in my experience are far more colorful and clear, and in my case are far more likely to contain other people than the natural dreams prior to my becoming a guinea pig. This diary entry is to describe one very specific repeated dream that occurs nightly. This dream is about all kinds of objects that I manipulate. A lot of my time during the workday is spent moving equipment, opening computers to install or remove accessory printed circuit boards, or running and terminating data or power cables. The harassers, almost always midnight or later, allow me to drift back to sleep after they jolt me awake, but AT A PRICE. The price they charge for me to get some sleep is that I must dream that I am manipulating objects, most always objects I use at work. This manipulating begins when I am relaxed but awake still. When they do this, they ALSO force my hands to go through the identical motions as if I were actually on the job. This is most annoying, and they know it. I sleep with my fingers poked into holes in large chunks of foam rubber to limit this activity. They often slyly move my hands out of the foam so slowly that I'm not aware until they suddenly cause me to "cut that wire" with my physical hands. If I fight them, and I can by, say, forcing myself to imagine calm, pastoral outdoor scenery, they will come back with stronger imagery until they succeed or I force myself to stay awake. They DO KNOW when I'm dreaming their stuff vs. my stuff. The attitude I sense when they succeed is no more sophisticated than a simple "Gotcha", but I have no doubt at all that they use or will use such technology to remotely manip- ulate saboteurs. One such occurrence may be co-incidence, but this has happened every single night for the best part of a year. Skeptics: You must explain all such incidents taken together as a SET, or you have explained none of them. Eleanor White -------------------------------------------------- Diary #30 (Kathy Heckman) January 16, 1998 I'm subjected to my thoughts being read, auditory feedback, dream manipulation and street theatre. Here's a daily example: I was recently on another list and for a while one of their threads was political systems, including communisim, facism, and democracy. Because of the volume of entries I did not follow the thread and used my delete key when I came upon these issues. Following my unsubscription, I was auditorily told that "communists have infiltrated our society" and that "You're a communist infiltrator". This was interwoven with other auditory statements that I usually get. Yesterday a friend called me and we arranged to meet after work for a cocktail. We met at a bar in my town and were discussing our day at work when my friend suddenly, loudly and with a smile announced that he thought he was a commie. This is a man who works very hard to make money for his own pocket. We live in a very small western town that's about as political as a cow paddie. This is the kind of interweaving of my auditory feedback and street theatre that leaves one wondering if the people they use for street theatre are paid to be stupid or are doing it for free. >From now on, I'm going to ask people that follow the perpetrators thread why they think they just said what they said. If they're being manipulated, it might help explain how, and if they're being paid, it will make the perpetrators have to do alittle more explaining to the street theatre people what they're doing. Bye for now, Kathy Heckman --------------------------------------------------Raven1 SITE INDEX Page