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Diary #91 (Eleanor White)
June 12, 1998
Just another little co-incidence.
My PC crashed this morning, but I was able to get
it to boot up. When it did boot, I discovered that
Netscape had lost the feature which causes addresses
to turn colour when you have accessed or sent to
them. No amount of re-configuring has restored this
feature.
This feature is critically important in large scale
publicity work, to avoid dinging people with dupli-
cate messages. Without it, you must keep careful
and time consuming records on paper.
The fact that this happened right after sending a
complaint to the Ontario Minister of Health which
told her this complaint was being publicized could
not possibly have anything to do with this, right?
Eleanor White
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Diary #92 (Eleanor White)
June 15, 1998
An answer of doubtful truthfulness
This refers back to Diary #90, the unann-
ounced raid on my apartment by the Hamilton Police
psychiatric squad, code name "COAST".
In preparation for a possible return visit by this
squad, I just phoned up the Ontario Law Society's
Lawyer Referral office in Toronto, 1-800-268-8326
The referral clerk asked for particulars. I told
her I was an electronic neuro-influence weapons
activist who had been raided by the Hamilton Police
psychiatric unit a week ago, and was in serious
danger of being placed involuntarily in a mental
hospital. The clerk took the time to carefully
read back the phrase "electronic neuro-influence
weapons", so there was no error in the nature of
the problem.
She put me on hold to speak with her supervisor.
She came back on line and told me they have no such
category as "mental health". I suggested there is
such a category, to which the referral clerk re-
sponded "Well, then, I guess there are no Hamilton
lawyers registered as such."
Hamilton is a big industrial city (for Canada) of
about 300,000 people. Hamilton has it's own psy-
chiatric hospital. I find it difficult believing
there were no listings.
Eleanor White
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Diary #93 (Kathy Kasten reporting)
DATE: June 13, 1998 starting at 10:30 AM
PLACE: West Side Division - LAPD
Butler & Santa Monica Blvd., West LA
RE: Open House for the West Side Division
along with a Neighborhood Bazaar
BACKGROUND: Joan Siegmund is an electronically
harassed individual (a targeted individual). She
has exhibited a dermatological condition whose
possible cause is electromagnetic/microwave
radiation. She presented to the National Bioethics
Advisory Commission this past January, 1998 when
the Commission had their meeting in Los Angeles.
The location of the equipment, causing Joan's skin
condition, is in the house directly next door to
hers. The owner of the house is a known drug
dealer. Joan lives on a street which turns into a
dead end in the Pacific Palisades. She noticed
many cars pulling into dead end street, knocking on
her neighbor's door and leaving quickly. She
decided to jot down license plate numbers to make a
report to the police. Joan was trying to be a good
citizen.
As a consequent of her actions, her reports were
basically ignored and the electronic harassment
started. It appears that the electronic harassment
was perpetrated by the very drug lord she was
trying to report to the police. The police
basically refused to respond to her attempts to
report drug dealing in her neighborhood. Please
draw your own conclusions as to what this means.
On June 13th, Joan decided to take the latest
photos of her skin condition and try to approach
the police in what she felt would be a happy,
friendly environment. A time and place where she
felt her story might be better received. Joan
walked around showing her photos to various police
officers. After listening to her story, a friendly
officer took her to meet someone he claimed looked
to have the same type of burns/skin condition as
Joan.
It was at this point that Joan was introduced to
Officer Digby Sharpe. Joan noticed that he was
wearing shorts, and his skin condition was readily
apparent. Officer Sharpe and Joan compared their
lesions, and it was evident to both of them that
she had the same condition as he did. Officer
Sharpe declared that his lesions were caused by EM
radiation and he was seeing a doctor in Beverly
Hills. He gave the name and address to Joan so
that she could go to the doctor and get
confirmation as to her condition.
In addition to her fruitful discussion with Officer
Sharpe, Joan talked with Lt. Lauer and Officer
Karen Ellis who encouraged her to make a report
about the drug problem. Also, surprisingly,
Officer Ellis suggested that Joan make an EM damage
report at the West Side station.
I am providing this information to show that local
police departments are aware of heavy duty EM
radiation. They have never admitted this before.
I can only guess the reason why one of their own is
suffering from EM radiation. But, the point is,
that they know about this condition. The point is
that doctors know about this condition.
Earlier this morning Joan made a suggestion to me.
She thought it would be a good idea to present a
united front. That is, target individuals as a
group go to police stations together and fill out
the so-called EM report. Joan was also afraid that
I would report the facts of the matter to the
public. She was afraid this might "offend
somebody" and "get some people in trouble." This
is what happens to a targeted individuals; they
begin to believe they are alone; that no one will
believe them; that the local police are not on
their side (and in some cases, that is the correct
assumption).
The bottomline is: that the targeted individuals
come to know that they are no longer in isolation,
living in fear, without the general public
understanding or knowing that direct EM radiation
as a form of retaliation is taking place. Now, the
targeted individuals are just a small group of
people. This small group of people is just the
test. If the test is successful . . . . How many
more will become targeted by electronic harassment?
Kathy Kasten
kkasten@pathology.medsch.ucla.edu
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Diary #94 (Mikey)
June 15, 1998
What appear to be random acts of emotional violence
are certainly deliberate and purposeful. Perhaps my
attempts to expand my social network (new female
acquaintance or involvement in church activity) or
my discussion of the Franchise Tax Board
necessitated a behavioral adjustment. I will never
know the protocol.
A couple of times, I noticed increased sleep
disturbance during the shuttle's launch and flight
activities. However, I have never been able to
monitor these activities to determine a correlation.
The microwave induced voices with occasional
electric shocks were emotional triggers this week.
The number of minutes of induced anxiety appears to
have increased since May 26, 1998.
This week I felt an urge to pick up the telephone
and call the Franchise Tax Board to unleash a verbal
attack comparable to what I've been experiencing. It
was a struggle to stay in control because I felt
like I was immersed in a pressure cooker. I often
find myself alternating between opposing trains of
thought.
My brain is seldom at rest. However, I mask my
feelings and conceal my thoughts from persons around
me. I awoke today with painful and swollen eyes from
41/2 hours of sleep with dreams and mental activity.
Today, I am physically and mentally exhausted. The
past 2 weeks I've tried to maintain a daily 30
minute exercise regimen. I didn't exercise today.
Mikey
Houston, Texas
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Diary #95 (Eleanor White)
June 19, 1998
A funny one. (There are such things.)
I've been at my present job for a little over six
years, working as the computer system manager.
For the first five years, whenever a computer-
related parcel would arrive at out receiving dock,
the parcel would more or less be delivered to the
computer room any time of day, usually with minimal
delay.
For the past 3 years or so, I've had the pleasure
of working with an excellent receiving staff. One
gentleman on the receiving staff has acted more
or less harmlessly, doing a few harassment stunts
for a little walking money in his kick. One of
his most pronounced stunts was Diary
#18, in Volume 1 of the diary series on my raven1
web site.
For the past year or so, this man's main trick and
source of walking money has been to deliver one or
more parcels precisely as I start eating my lunch
at about 12:10 p.m. An alternative form of this
is to phone me to come out and inspect some boxes
of computer related stuff, or even have me come
out only to find the item isn't addressed to me.
Another variant is to bring huge heavy boxes into
the computer room and drop them, even though I
have patiently explained countless times that boxes
are never to be delivered inside the computer room.
Anyone tempted to call this "coincidence" will
have to explain why there have been no exceptions
over the past several months. I do not label
events like this as genuine harassment until they
have happened consistently enough.
The reason I know this is genuine harassment and
not coincidence is that for the past year or so,
there are never deliveries at any other time.
I have let it go until the past couple of months
when I began making notes of this phenomenon.
So today, I looked him squarely in the eye when
he tried to bring today's lunchtime box, and asked
him "Joe, please deliver no more boxes between
noon and 1 p.m., OK?"
"Joe's" response to my request was the funny part:
He explained that all boxes must be delivered
the second they enter the building because com-
puter parts are EXTREMELY expensive!
And... he went on "... besides, somebody might
put another box on top of this one!" ("Joe" is,
of course, the only one who would be moving boxes
around in his area anyway.)
I and several co-workers who are aware of the
harassment and Joe's antics had a very, very good
laugh over the excuses, much as we all laugh at
some of the excuses made to police when caught
carrying drugs.
I feel this little opportunity to laugh has been
earned, by me and by Joe, in opposite senses!
Eleanor White
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Diary #96 (j.SC)
June 20, 1998
VICTIM OFFERS REWARD
I've written Senator Boxer (Sen. Feinstein doesn't answer
mail often) for help in getting Lawrence Livermore Natl Lab
to show me their UNCLASSIFIED, commercial product, the
MicroPower Impulse Radar set, which would explain many of
the strange characteristics of the radar being used against
me. The lab so far has refused to answer two Emails and a
hardcopy letter. Zircon Co., who have licensed the MIR
technology, wanted me to pay them to talk with one of their
engineers! Must be from Russia.
The second paragraph below is running in Yahoo & was run
two weeks in the SJ Mercury-News. It announces the reward
and also describes my possibly unique problem--unique in
that the guilty parties are known in the area--not fly-by
nights; therefore, they will not escape the law.
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Hello.
Thank you for expressing an interest in the harassment
problem. I am a resident of the complex in question and
am the person offering the reward.
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Reward -- $10,000. For information or technical evidence
leading to the arrest and conviction of persons harassing
residents of a Santa Clara apartment complex. A radar
set or other microwave device, probably emitting random
pulses, must be identified. Email jwill@pacbell.net.
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The information in this message is not confidential or
personal, but it is protected by copyright and should not
be copied, posted, or published without permission.
To be eligible for the reward, you must not have any
employment, blood, or marriage connection with the Santa
Clara Police Department or the Santa Clara City government.
You also must not be forbidden by law, for example by
police or civil service regulation, to accept such a
reward.
Only ONE reward will be made; if the efforts of several
eligible persons lead to an arrest and conviction, the
reward will be divided equally among them.
To earn the reward, a plan, information, technical
innovation, or other approach must be accepted by the Santa
Clara Police as a basis for an arrest on the charge of
battery. If your approach is rejected by the police, it
means that the arrest will not be made; so, the reward will
not be made, either.
The charge for the arrest and conviction must be battery.
Preferably, convictions also would be obtained for one or
more of: invasion of privacy, conspiracy, reckless
endangerment, and espionage. But, battery will be enough
for the reward.
If you wish to pursue the reward after reading this
message, I will meet with you in person before you contact
the police. The police will require informational
testimony or incontrovertible physical evidence before they
will act. Technical evidence must be reduced to
meaningful accusations. My difficulty to date has been
that the Federal agencies with the necessary technical
expertise insist that the unexpert Santa Clara police do
all the work.
My interest is in gaining relief from the persecution I and
others have been enduring; if your information or approach
seems good to me, I most certainly will help you provide
the basis for an arrest.
If I think your approach will not work, you still may
contact the police as a witness of a crime.
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To avoid misunderstandings or attempts to try approaches
that already have failed, I now will provide you with some
information.
I will provide you additional assistance and information if
I think the Santa Clara police would make an arrest based
on your information or approach.
For example, if you knew the manufacturer or supplier of
apparatus being used in the harassment and could show that
one of the perpetrators had bought or been given such
equipment, that would help qualify you for the reward.
General Description of the Problem:
The harassment is microwave radiation apparently
originating from three specific apartments in the complex.
Because the radiation is being emitted through solid wooden
walls, the operators of the microwave apparatus cannot be
seen during the harassment. So, the major difficulty is
in not having eye witnesses of the act of harassment.
However, good electronic measurements of the radiation
probably would be adequate to support a search warrant and
lead to an arrest (or, preferably, three or more arrests)
and conviction.
Briefly, the radiation causes vague "hackle-raising"
feelings, pins-and-needles, blood pressure anomalies, or
acute pain, depending on intensity and body part
illuminated. Except the acute pain, the symptoms always
take some time, often seconds, to develop after one has
changed location within ones home. The radiation makes
sleeping or remaining still painful or uncomfortable.
Based on NIH postings, the radiation seems to cause
biological effects by heat, by direct neural interaction,
or by paralyzing blood capillaries.
The harassment generally becomes most intense around
midnight and again around 3:00 AM.
The apparatus may be modified medical equipment; but, more
likely, they are homemade--or, are modified military radar
sets, possibly misappropriated from the armed forces.
All indications are that the devices, evidently three or
more of them, fulfill the following:
1. They are small and portable.
2. They allow for a beam diameter adjustable from something
like 1 cm to 20 cm. The beam is well collimated and has a
range of 10 meters.
3. The devices probably have adaptive intensity controls
for constant RF flux into human tissue. The beam seems
switchable (perhaps to a different device) between a low
duty-cycle random pulse and a continuous,
microwave-oven-like, operation.
4. They are operable on a power or amplitude modulation
based around 1 or 2 Hz. They probably are programmable
with a variety of random pulse frequency distributions.
5. They probably are operable on a tunable or programmable
microwave carrier frequency.
A legitimate use of such a device might be to treat
impotence in the home by dilation of blood vessels; some
recent Russian "research" in the online PubMed (NIH)
abstracts suggest this application.
One person being harassed has said he believes that deer
hunters may be using radar sets to deliver pain to deer in
hiding, forcing them into the open to be shot. In this
case, he believes an Air Force employee has been providing
the radar.
The current, illegal use in this apartment complex may be
revenge for failure of an industrial espionage setup (for
theft of software products) that apparently was aborted by
my actions early last year.
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Approaches already tried and failed:
"Failed" means that the Santa Clara Police would not
request a search warrant or attempt an arrest. It also may
mean that evidence could not be obtained.
1. The microwaves interfere with TV audio and video
reception, UHF or VHF (or, sometimes, both), causing a hiss
or sputter when the antenna is inserted in the beam.
Tapes of this interference have not been acceptable for an
arrest.
2. In at least one mode of operation, the harassing device
is audible through the wall as a 1 - 2 Hz transformer-like
hum; the frequency increases to perhaps 5 Hz when a sheet
of aluminum is used to block the beam. Tapes of this
sound have not been acceptable for an arrest.
3. Several models of RF spectrum analyzer have been tried
and have failed to reveal any particular operating
frequency in the range 5 MHz to 20 GHz. This supports the
idea that random pulses (or, pulses at spread-spectrum
frequency) are emitted. Narrow enough pulses would extend
into the TV broadcast range, whatever their center
frequency.
4. The beam can not be detected by:
A. An off-the-shelf microwave oven safety
checker;
B. A pinwheel radiometer; or,
C. A sensitive ammeter, with or without
a wire for antenna.
D. Based on a report from another harassed
person: There is no response from a
commercially available, beeper-sized
portable mw detector sensitive to under
1 microWatt per cm^2 over about 100 MHz
to 5 GHz.
5. Assistance has been requested of several Federal
agencies, including FCC, FDA, EPA, DOE, CIA, and FBI. All
seem to have concluded that action must be initiated by the
Santa Clara Police, because of the criminal nature of the
offense.
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If you still think you have information, or means of
obtaining infomation, leading to an arrest and conviction,
please send me another Email at this address
(jwill@pacbell.net), including your name and telephone
number.
If you already have factual information in hand, please
describe it; if you have a plan of some kind depending on
future actions, I suggest not including it in the message.
I will contact you from a secure telephone within a few
days.
-- j.SC
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Diary #97 (Anonymous)
June 21, 1998
In 1983, I became aware that I was being harrassed
in a way that was unique. Experiences progressively
got worse, no matter what I tried to do to stop
these experiences.
Written in a very shortened form, the following were
experienced:
Male voices inside my head talking to me,
disembodied male voices in the room, disembodied
male voices in the yard of my home, disembodied
voices coming from my bedroom closet.
Sounds such as a motor vehicle (a van) with
accompanied thumping noises. Male voices
accompanying, explaining the action.
Inability to sleep. Miniature "elf-like" men inside
my ear, talking. The feeling of bugs on my body.
A clock radio which I had turned off was turned back
on again. My husband said, "Turn that off." I told
him, "I already did."
Television interruptions. One morning while I was
watching the Donahue show, the screen changed and I
saw an older man wearing a pinocchio nose. A wall
was behind him. "Liar", the voices said.
The sound of voices coming from electrical outlets.
I thought my house was bugged. I arranged for a
detective to come to the home to electronically
search for bugs. He found none.
Uncontrollable emotions. Once, I couldn't stop
laughing for hours.
Hearing parts of conversations attributed to others
whom I may or may not know. It gave the impression
of all of a sudden becoming "psychic".
There was a game. If I lost the game, certain
threats would be carried out. One of the threats
involved my father. If I didn't play the game, my
father would die, among other consequences. The
game went like this. There were 10 steps. You were
allowed 10 steps and then you could repeat 10 more
steps. These steps represented actions (going to
the bathroom, going to the mailbox, doing this,
doing that, etc.
Once you lost the game (and the game was almost
always lost), then you had 3 days to stop them from
carrying out their threats. With all these threats,
with the house sounding like it is haunted, with
little "elf-like" fellows in your ear, etc., it was
very scary. I would shake with fear. I have never
known such fear as this.
An example of my father dying --
On and on they talked, and then I picked up the
sound of a gun going off. They explain my father
just committed suicide. I hear the voice of my
mother reacting . For several days, I thought my
father had killed himself with a gun and my mother
hated me for letting it happen. It wasn't until a
few weeks later that I knew this scenario was a
hoax.
I also heard "radio" transmissions coming from the
electrical equipment. Every once in a while, I
could make out some of the talk. There were also
squeaking shoes.
They also made me believe that a local person wanted
to make me a sex slave by keeping me in the basement
of his office.
In 1984 in South Carolina, I was absolutely
terrified.
I moved to Florida and things improved. However, I
still head voices in my head, I still played the
game for many months, I "heard" my parents talk in
nonexistent conversations, my husband was
threatened, m parents and I were always threatened.
I also saw many, many, many cars with bikes being
carried atop them, secured by bicycle racks. The
inference was that bicycles meant something bad was
going to happen. The voices would say "bicycles"
when they implied something was bad. I developed a
fear of seeing bicycles. unless I knew their
presence was innocuous.
Finally, the game stopped after the death of my
husband in 1986 from a heart attack.
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Diary #98 (j.SC)
June 21, 1998
Follow-up to victim who posted the reward in
Diary #96
The Santa Clara police closed their open case on my
battery complaint, after I went to the expense of
renting a spectrum analyzer (having no knowledge or
experience with the radio spectrum) and got only
*equivocal* results in the range 5 MHz - 20 GHz.
One next-door neighbor, one of the conspirators, is
described as a strip-tease artist, and the policeman
I was dealing with had described himself as knowing
all about the dirty, crooked things going on (but
not, apparently, being paid enough to do anything
about them). I suspect, but have no direct
evidence of, possible police corruption, maybe in
exchange for sexual favors.
j.SC
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Diary #99 (Joan Siegemund)
June 21, 1998
A FUNNY THING HAPPENED
at THE POLICE STATION.
The announcement "Open House" loomed large in the
throw-away paper and the thought crossed my mind:
"This would be a good opportunity to show the
pictures of my EM-embattled arm. My idea was this:
If the reaction was: "Get thee to a nut house!" I
would have pocketed my artwork, said hello and
goodby in rapid succession, forgone the free hotdog,
and taken my leave without further ado.
As it turned out, though, the reception was warm and
welcoming, and above all, my pictures were a big
hit. Each police officer I spoke with became
absorbed in the pictures volonteering his impression
of what they might represent. After all, huge
blisters and red inflamed arm and other areas are
not your everyday spectacle, at least outside a war
zone.
Tables set up for the occasion displayed with piles
of PR pamphlets for would-be police aspirants or
volonteer helpers, and the hosting officers seated
at the various tables were most friendly and
forthcoming, eagerly awaiting questions from
visitors.
The first officer I approached was heading a long
table. :"May I show you some rather unusual
pictures," was my opener, and I waited for a
affirmative sign before displaying my small
portfolio. The reaction was subdued but intense. He
gazed deeply at the 1.5 in. inch bright yellow
blisters (height of about a half inch) and the
5x6 red inflamed areas displayed on the film.
"What are these?" he asked. "Ebola virus? That's
the only thing I can imagine." No, he said, he had
not seen cases of Ebola, except on a television
documentary. But he came close. EM and Ebola are
both man-made, and both lethal. When I told him they
were caused by EM frequencies targetted at my arm
and other body parts, he did not seem in the least
surprised and made no attempt to refute it. The Red
Cross badge he wore seemed to give him an added
modicum of authority of one who had seen much that
was unspeakable.
I then proceeded to the the next table, and this is
where IT happened. Two outgoing and charming
officers, fascinated by the ARM artwork, readily
ventured that the pictures might represent white
sulphur bombs or napalm! It was apparent that one
of these officers was familiar with those terrible
compounds and the wounds they produced.
Then it happened: "One of our fellow officers has
the same thing," said the redhead officer. His
companion concurred with: "Let me introduce you.
He's right here," getting up to lead me a few steps
way to the officer in question.
Community Relations Officer Digby Sharp stood tall
and smiling as we approached. He was the only one
wearing shorts, and when he pointed down to his
calf, I knew why. A long 9x4 inch inflamation shone
red on the outer part of his leg from a few inches
below the knee to just above the ankle. It looked
as if it must be painful, but knowing from my arm
experience that you don't feel it unless something
(trousers or the like) chafed or rubbed against it,
I did not remark "how painful it must be". But "Oh,
my God!" escaped before I could stop it.
I was full of wonderment, not because I had seen my
first confirming EM wounds, but because heretofore,
I had believed that if anyone was immune to this
sort of overt EM harassment, it would be the police.
Clearly, I was wrong.
A badge of honor? or of horror? Officer Sharp smiled
as if walking around with an expanse of burned leg
was the most natural thing in the world. Was it
honor or horror to be attacked by unknowns and even
though you represent Law Enforcement, to be
powerless to enforce the law that forbids assault
and battery? How was it he was powerless to enforce
the particularly strict censures against assault on
peace officers?
In any case, he stated that his wounds were
electromagnetically related, that they were
diagnosed as such by a dermatologist, and quickly
volonteered the latter's name.
After he vanished into the small gathering, I
wandered over to the Police Historical Society
wagon. There I spoke with a retired gentleman who
informed me that back in the '60's the police had an
outfit they used to call in response to citizens'
electromagnetic harassment complaints. He said that
outfit would go to the source of the problem and
reduce the power.
He conceded they could then start up the machine
again, though. Alas, he stated the '60's was the
last he heard of such a service.
I returned to the second table where now the Watch
Commander, a comely blond lady, Lt. Nancy Lauer and
officer Karen Ellis were speaking. When I displayed
my pictures to them, the reaction was instantaneous.
And when I said I believed a drug dealer living near
me was the perpetrator, Lt. Lauer instructed
officer Ellis to take down the information.
After showing my artwork to the bomb squad officer
wearing a microwave shielding uniform who was
operating a microwave-controlled robot, and who
volunteered the name of a San Diego based uniform
shop that made microwave-shielding clothing, I
showed my pictures to a few more officers and
volunteers who were silent yet clearly dismayed.
How many similar pictures, I wondered, had they seen
and how many were chafing under similar Em burns as
Officer Sharp and unnamed others?
How many of them were EM victims?
-- Joan Siegemund
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Diary #100 (j.SC)
June 22, 1998
Victim able to detect signals on hand held TV.
TVI = TV interference which coincides with
harassment effect.
N = No corresponding TV interference
In the last 24 hours, I've experienced
this incomplete list:
- Electronically triggered itching night and day == TVI
- Huge thumping sounds from the floor above N
my apartment almost every single time I tried
to fall asleep (These are 99% certainly sound-
to-skull transmissions, the preferred method
in apartment buildings. My boss and a former
roommate confirmed that really heavy booms
can be transmitted to me but not heard by
someone a few feet away.)
[ME TOO. EW]
- Hot needles pushed into fleshy body parts == TVI
- Physical bumping of my bed when I tried == TVI
to sleep
- Electronically induced body jerks N
- General electronic caffeine signal - you can't
even start to sleep no matter how exhausted
For me (j.SC), caused by beam to abdomen, causing
"stirring" feeling.
- Electronic hypnosis commands to turn in bed
at precise on the hour/half-hour times selected N
by the harassers
- Turning of alarm clock 15 minutes fast either N
through apartment entry or by remote physical
manipulation
- A couple of instances of remotely induced N
fumbling of objects (utensils, book)
- Loud, raucous unnatural "bird" calls at freq-
encies right at the very top of the hearing
range, and at least ten times as loud as any
natural bird could be - almost painful
"Tinnitus"? [No. Tape recordable. EW] Caused
by TV-detectable beam to head, for me.
- Faked "buzz-in" lock trouble at the work bldg.; N
provocateur employee pretended he couldn't
open the door so I had to go to the front door
and open a perfectly functioning door - same
guy regularly hassles me during the week,
and no doubt enjoys some "walking money"
in return)
- Fake "renovation" every time I tried to take
a daytime nap and at meal time (my apt.
bldg. saves up all work for Sat. & Sun. aft-
ernoons apparently.) What I'm talking
about is hammering, drilling etc. that is timed
almost to the second when I try to slide off
into sleep or have a meal - additionally, I
never hear this at any other time, and it's
been 8 years of this by now. Way beyond
coincidence. N
The TV is a Radio Shack PocketVision 22; 4 AA
batteries (operation from a wall adapter has been
proven not to corrupt the effect). Similar models
now run about $100; however, unlike the specialized
instruments available for snooping on people or
detecting "bugs", the TV is just fine as a little TV
set!
I should point out that I use the TV
with telescoping antenna extended to locate the
beam.
Then, to determine the exact path of the beam, I fold
the antenna down to minimim length. I then move the
TV in a circle, parallel to the floor & maybe at
other angles: The TV program playing emits a brief
"snif" sound when the TV passes through the beam.
Two intersections of the beam determine a line along
which it passes.
I think I explained this in a past message, too.
Simply interposing the TV between the body and the
neighbor's wall (or, ceiling, for the upstairs),
and then blocking the beam with a piece of metal,
proves the source of the noxious stimulation.
After bringing this to Feds & police, the harassers
began quickly moving the beam around, to make use
of the TV harder; but, it still works. A weak,
diffuse, big cone of emission (say, a meter across),
may be hard to hear on TV; however, it also has only
a weak effect on the body, too.
-- j.SC
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Diary #101 (Mikey)
June 26, 1998
Between acutely stressful episodes, I often reflect
on the surrealism of the mind control experience.
It's a contrast between the illusion of freedom and
the reality of psychological detention. The
parameters or limits of my behavior or actions are
the invisible walls of confinement. Only the victim
and the oppressor know the extent of the invisible
chains that bind.
This experience could be a model for incarceration
in the twenty-first century. As a victim and/or
prisoner, I simply try to adjust to the pressures of
being under constant observation and survive the
cruelty of sleep deprivation, painful
physical/psychological abuse and castration.
The victim's volition is circumvented by the
manipulation of these tools of bondage. The apparent
ability of the oppressor to intrude into the
territoriality of the victim/prisoner's mind
perpetuates a "Twilight Zone" existence. The covert
nature of the incarceration veils the insanity.
Mikey
Houston, Texas
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Diary #102 (Eleanor White)
June 26, 1998
Once again, God reaches down and helps the hapless!
Referring back to Diary #90, since an
un-scheduled police psychiatric unit raid on my
apartment on June 8, 1998, I have been effectively
muzzled in e-weapons activism.
So, in the past two weeks I've been trying to
prudently prepare for a second knock, as I wrote
a stiff letter of complaint to the Ontario Minister
of Health, and attached diary entry 90. That
letter wasn't exactly full of praise for the Hamilton
police.
There are two things I've started rolling today, as
part of the preparation:
- To get a mental health experienced lawyer to
agree to take my case if I get locked up, and,
- To try to arrange a psychiatric evaluation on
a voluntary basis, so that when I take my demo
acoustic weapon to Queen's Park, I'll in
effect have a clean bill of mental health in
hand.
The lawyer I visited this morning was the same
lawyer I had seen about 3-1/2 years ago, when I
thought the harassment was a landlord-tenant
matter. She is a really impressive person, an
eloquent speaker, and someone you would really
like to have on your side in a jam. She is:
Joan M. MacDonald, Barrister and Solicitor
1 King Street West - Suite 1100
Hamilton, Ontario L8P 1A4
Voice: 905-526-9552
Fax: 905-526-1037
Her secretary, who was brought in to hear my
story, is Patty. (Patty has a PC and will probably
be reviewing my sites soon.)
The meeting started out simply, and I said I had
just one question: "Will you represent me if the
police psychiatric squad returns and places me in
hospital confinement?".
She said yes, and we went through the usual opening
of a file, personal and contact information, and so
forth.
I then told her that after visiting her earlier on,
I had joined the Internet and searched on "harass-
ment", and was stunned to find Julianne McKinney's
article, which I showed her.
I showed her the burn photos on my site, one anon-
ymous, the other Joan Siegemund's.
After a few more highlights, it was her turn to
speak. What she told me almost caused me to fall
out of the chair! She said: "I KNOW about this.
Between 1989 and 1993, I represented a man who was
incarcerated in the Penetanguishene (Ontario)
hospital for the criminally insane. He too com-
plained about the same electronic weapons effects
that you [Eleanor] are experiencing now. He was
actually a [SPOOK] who was involved in USING the
e-weapons and had tried to blow the whistle."
She went on to say that he was a fountain of inside
information from the perpetrator side, information
she, Joan MacDonald felt he could not possibly have
unless he was the person he claimed to be.
She has since lost touch, but said she would try to
track him down and see if he is willing to contact
us.
Can you belive it? You go to a lawyer who has
actually dealt with one of the SPOOKS?
She would need a retainer to cover the probable
$2,000 CDN cost of fighting an involuntary psych-
iatric hospitalization. I don't have that, but
just before I take my weapon to the provincial
legislature later this summer, I'm going to trans-
fer that money from my credit card into my chequing
account and give them a cheque to hold.
It may be possible, too, to recover some of that
from legal aid, but this is too important a matter
to quibble over legal aid eligibility which can be
done after the fact.
But Ms. MacDonald had more to say: She gave me the
names of two local psychiatrists who have done
some activism themselves on nuclear proliferation.
I'll hold the names back here, until I've had a
chance to meet with one of them. Ms. MacDonald
felt that they would treat an activist better than
many psychiatrists.
Right after meeting with the lawyer, I visited my
GP doctor, who is:
Dr. Laura Blew
ROSEDALE MEDICAL CLINIC
1955 King Street East
Hamilton, Ontario L8K 1W2
Voice: 905-547-0504
I asked Dr. Blew about arranging for a rigorous,
voluntary in-patient psychiatric assessment. She
now realizes the seriousness of this matter, after
the police raid (and she is also the reason I'm
free to write this today!)
She plans to contact the two recommended psychia-
trists who have experience as activists to arrange
that. The plan is to successfully complete a volun-
tary assessment BEFORE taking the weapon to Queen's
Park. I have more than enough saved-up vacation to
do this.
Dr. Blew showed me, though I didn't read much due
to her busy schedule, the police psychiatric squad's
report of their raid on June 8th. A full page of
fine print stating what I had told them about
e-weapons, and those golden words, right at the end:
"Eleanor White is clearly no danger to herself or
others." H-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-R-A-Y!!!!
If I needed confirmation of God's hand in this mess,
today was the brightest shaft of light I've seen
thus far!
Eleanor White
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Diary #103 (Eleanor White)
July 4, 1998
** First an appeal for help. I thought that the
diary entries had gone above #102. If anyone has
received a 103 or higher, then this is consistent
with recent intense spook damage to my files - first
disabling Netscape's "visited" hypertext colour
change, and more recently, disabling my ability
to log on automatically every time I leave work.
Please let me know if you have seen other #103
entries or higher. Thanks.
Spook tactics following Diary #102
of June 8, 1998
This is to report, as a precaution, that ever since
the police psychiatric unit's raid on June 8th, the
spooks have been gradually but irreversibly doing
two things not experienced to the current degree:
- Blanking of current memory - i.e., you start off
to do something at work or home and it is blanked
for at least several hours before you have taken
your second step.
- "Nudging", probably via hypnosis, your hands to
do completely erroneous things, not only erasing
when you meant to open an email, for example, but
more serious things at work and home.
The obvious suspicion is that they want me disabled
as an activist, but they can't do anything sudden
without local people seeing that as an act of
spookery. Rather, by doing it very slowly, someone
age 57 can "be expected" to suffer some loss of
cognitive function over time.
This is a much more efficient tactic on their part
than a "Mafia hit".
Let me say that my deceased family members always
had crystal clear perception and cognitive skills
right up to the moment cancer or heart disease put
them in the ground.
If I wind up a veggie, know well it is not a natural
occurrence.
Eleanor White
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Diary #104 (Mikey)
July 7, 1998
I awoke fatigued this morning after a night of
dreams and imagery. I experienced some
disjointedness of thought and found it difficult to
get going at work. The microwave induced voices
were an irritant this morning. I am usually allowed
to work without the distractions of the voices.
I've had a break from this madness since my last
entry. The voices have slowly intensified since
July 5, 1998. I am continually reminded one way or
the other of the boundaries of the mind control
penitentiary. Sometimes I ask myself "Is this
twenty-first century incarceration or slavery?"
Mikey
Houston, Texas
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Diary #105 (Maria)
July 9, 1998
I have, for over 20 years, been the target of
nonconsensual Mind Control Technology and since
early this decade Electromagnetic radiation has
been directed in/on my body.
I observe it as muscle spasms externally and
internally, radiation burns on my face, neck and
upper chest and internally in my lungs, damaging
the delicate tissue. The EMR is used to interupt my
sleep and resulted in symptoms of prolonged sleep
deprivation so that my health deteriorated greatly
by 1997. I had no understanding what was happening,
although I worked out the EMR for myself because of
its effects.
I sought help from professionals, but no one
believed me. Some knew of the illegal technology,
but refrained from enlightening me. The mind
control is more insidious, very confusing and hard
to cope with.
I found out about the use of these nonconsensual
technologies in April, '98 in a film, Hyperscience.
I am a practising Christian and find help in God
who promised never to leave or forsake me. " The
Lord is my strength" Ps 27:1.
Maria
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Diary #106 (Eleanor White)
July 17, 1998
For anyone who doubts the potency of the spooks'
memory blanking abilities.
Since successfully avoiding being taken in to psy-
chiatric custody on June 8, 1998 (Diary
#102) my local spooks have stepped up the memory
blanking and erroneous action effects significantly.
The most recent and serious example:
For the past eight work days, I have been assigned
to run an important accounts receivable computer
report prior to the normal work day, because to run
this report during the work day causes serious
delays in processing orders.
Out of those eight work days, I have been able
to remember to do it on only two days.
I'm no star performer at any job, but dependability
in simple tasks has always been a strong point with
me. There is just no way that I would ever forget
to run an important task six out of eight days.
Such performance would have guaranteed that I be
unemployed long ago.
On top of that, I have had posted around the
computer room three large-print notes reminding
me to do this task, one of which is 8.5 x 11"
and literally screams the message.
Even some victims have told me that memory sup-
pression by spooks is impossible, and I'd like
to say to those doubters here: "Oh yeah?"
Eleanor White
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Diary #107 (Kathleen Heckman)
July 23, 1998
Out Of The Mouth Of Babes . . .
This morning I watched Headline News' report that
Janet Reno visited yesterday school children to ask
them why children are violent. A teenage girl said
that the violence stems from insecurity and
fustration against unknown forces that they cannot
react against, and so they take their anger out on
those around them.
Why doesn't Janet ask herself where violence comes
from? Or ask the designers of the program
that we are attacked by? They already seem to have
agreed with what this young girl said.
I am told that I have a prostitute mentality. That
my e-mail campaign doesn't go through, that I am a
heart attack victim, and that they are in love with
me. That I am Janet Reno's favorite victim.
I sit at my desk and have felt heart pain and a
tightening on the left side of my neck why they tell
me what is my "final destination". I try not to
squirm and do my job, and sometimes wonder how
strange am I that I am not screaming my bloody head
off telling my co-workers that I am being murdered.
I am told constantly that "Timothy McVeigh blew up
the Oklahoma Federal Building". I have to live with
their messages and ugly comments and continue to try
to work and find happiness and not become a robot or
bitter person who blames every circumstance in my
life on their manipulations.
Yes, Janet, that girl was correct according to the
governments agenda against us victims. However, why
are some NOT violent, such as us victims who
continue to try to help one another, carry on our
lives, and end this abuse?
Sincerely,
Kathleen T. Heckman
echoes444@hotmail.com
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Diary #108 (Eleanor White)
July 25, 1998
The little things that add up, over time.
This is a diary entry about a very little spook
act of sabotage. Nothing, right? Not when these
"little" acts continue year after year after year.
I have a large complex composite metallic shell
surrounding my bed, which is a past attempt to
"attenuate" (diminish) the radio signal harassment
effects. It has partly succeeded, but if they want
to, the spooks can still generate every one of
their torture effects.
The bed-shield assembly is suspended on four chains
and four nylon straps about 4 feet above the floor.
For the past year or so, the most aggressive form
of torture has been application of radio controlled
itch, which leaves me looking like the paint job on
a car which has upended and scraped along a gravel
surface for several hundred feet. Self-scratched,
using the coarsest possible paint-removal scouring
pads throughout the night just to get a little
rest, never mind sleep.
(It's radio controlled nature is obvious: It gets
switched on and off suddenly - just like a lamp -
and is accompanied by many other electronic effects.)
So - OK - I used nylon cable ties to wrap a scouring
pad around the nylon strap support beside my left
foot. This is an assist in scratching the feet.
A couple of days after making that scratching aid,
I came home and discovered that the spooks had
tightly tied the chain and strap supports against
one another, preventing full use of the scratch
pad. Untied that and got full use back.
(I remind the reader that I live entirely alone,
with no social visitors ever. 1/8" cotton cord does
NOT leap out of the kitchen drawer, march to the
bed, hop up and tie itself into a tight knot.
Daytime entry into my apartment for pranks like this
has been happening for years.)
Yesterday, Friday, I got into bed and discovered
that the 1/4" screen mesh layer, the edge of which
is very close to the scratch pad had it's protective
layer of 2" tape tidily removed where my toes would
contact it, and get little holes punched when I used
the scratch pad. There is no regular contact with
the mesh's protective edge tape in that area.
Again, tape doesn't arbitrarily disappear into thin
air, at least not in the world I live in.
The removal of protective tape and padding of sharp
edges, or hammering the padding against a sharp
edge so the edge can push through, has been a
staple activity of my local harassers for years.
Wish I could watch their faces when they line up
for Final Judgement.
Eleanor White
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Diary #109 (Eleanor White)
July 30, 1998
Electrical misdeed.
I've often been the "utility person" at my place of
work, running errands which don't fit with mainstream
activities. I have purchased and taken the company
vacuum cleaners for repairs sevral times.
Over the past 6 years, every single time I purchased
or had a vacuum cleaner repaired, within 24 to 48
hours, every one of these vacuum cleaners had been
rewired to run backwards. As a result, I no longer
do anything with vacuum cleaners, and the spooks
have "won" one.
I've also been virtually the only person who turns
on the lights in our main office, as I have a key
and arrive early.
The main office lights operate from two rows of
four wall switches.
A few days ago, I was startled to see that the order
of the switches vs. the order in which blocks of
lights come on had been re-wired, so that the lower
left pair of switches now energize the lights
formerly connected to the lower right hand switch
pair.
This isn't an amazing misdeed, but it is a classic
illustration of how the spooks keep an e-weapons
victim constantly "on edge".
Eleanor White
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Diary #110 (Eleanor White)
July 30, 1998
Some skilled work with a small steak knife.
For more than a year now, my local tormentors have
manipulated my limbs and especially my hands and
fingers while projecting waking images (eyes closed
but fully awake) of using tools, often cutting
cables as I try to rest in bed at night.
As a very small countermeasure, I sleep with a 3"
foam rubber pad under my pillow, with the egg
carton pattern side down.
I keep one of my hands facing upward, and the
fingers engage the egg carton pattern so that their
movement during this torment is restricted.
A couple of weeks ago I noticed that while the egg
carton pattern was there intact, there was almost
nothing restricting the movement of my fingers. I
inspected the foam pad and found that someone had
drawn what appeared to be a steak knife diagonally
across every possible hand position on the end of
the pillow-sized pad where I keep my hands.
(I use only one end for this - I have other
arrangements at the opposite end.)
These cuts appeared instantaneously and were
absolutely not wear and tear.
So - I turned the pad 180 degrees so that the
uncut end was positioned where I keep my hand.
Exactly two days later, last evening, exactly
the same cut pattern appeared on the other,
uncut end, and had to be done during the day
while I was at work.
Entry to my apartment and the living quarters
of all other e-weapons victims is routine, and
this is not an "end-of-the-world" event, but
it is highly typical.
Eleanor White
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Diary #111 (Eleanor White)
August 3, 1998
A second crystal clear electronic hypnosis incident.
Yesterday I spent some time trying to troubleshoot
a balky acoustic demo weapon.
At one point, I had the workbench almost clear of
parts and tools, and was re-mounting one of the
impedance matching transformers, each of which
mounts with two 8-32 machine screws and nuts.
The nuts are bright metal plated, and "large"
pattern in hardware jargon.
The bench is dark, woodgrain finish, with two 75
watt floodlights providing plenty of light.
I was alone in the building, and there were no
distracting activities in progress.
The first of the two screw-nut pairs installed
just fine.
After inserting the second screw, I turned toward
the workbench for the second nut. I COULD NOT
SEE IT, even though I knew it was there.
I searched the floor carefully, and any places
it might have been accidentally knocked into,
but there was just nothing to be seen.
I stepped away for a minute to change music tapes,
and - VOILA! - the nut was dead center, bright and
clear, in the spot I knew I had left it.
This is the second clear cut incident - there have
been many, but few are so undeniably obvious.
Eleanor White
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Diary #112 (Eleanor White)
August 3, 1998
Unwanted editing of web site files.
Once in a great while, the spooks will directly
edit what a targetted individual posts on a web
site.
It happened perhaps a year ago to Patricia Mougey's
Toledo OH based web site - her copy of the victims'
list was quietly deleted.
I just discovered that one of the most supportive
magazine articles we have, "Wonder Weapons" by
Douglas Pasternak, US News and World Report,
July 7, 1997, has also vanished from my web site.
It will take me some time to re-post it, but it
will be back there soon.
So - both our victims' "memorial" list, and the
Wonder Weapons article are not liked by the spooks.
That gives us a clue as to what to use in future
publicity efforts!
Eleanor White
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Diary #113 (Eleanor White)
August 4, 1998
"Psychiatric assesment", (so to speak.)
Today I went to what will be outpatient appointment
#1 with the psychiatrist who is a close working
colleague with my GP doctor. His name is John
Davine (pronounced like "Divine"), he works out of
St. Joseph's hospital here in Hamilton, and sees
outpatients at my clinic, the Rosedale Medical
Clinic, 1955 King Street East, Hamilton, L8K 1W2,
main phone number 905-547-0508.
I spent an hour in his outpatient office, along
with his psychiatric intern, a young Chinese
girl, a Dr. Tang. Dr. Tang took the history and
gave me the usual psychiatric questions, while
Dr. Davine divided his time between scanning my
handout pack and listening in.
In a nutshell (no pun intended), he told me that
"I had a psychiatric problem, a curable one."
Further: "I am misinterpreting facts" etc. -
same old BS we have all heard a thousand times.
In response to the expected question as to why
anyone would do this to me, I repeatedly answered
"I can't explain the motives of the people who
were the MKULTRA perpetrators, but I can say that
the motives are undoubtedly the very same. You
are talking to the wrong person if you want an
explanation of perpetrator motives."
After delivering his "assessment" (he doesn't feel
I need a hospital one) I got my turn to ask some
of my own questions:
1. EW: "Do you believe MKULTRA really happened?"
DD: "Well, I don't know".
2. EW: "Have you ever heard of Dr. Jose Delgado?
Are you aware of his radio-controlled bull
experiment? Will you watch a video of it?"
DD: "Well, I don't know."
3. EW: "Here is a letter from Dr. Colin Ross at
the University of Toronto. Are you willing
to call Dr. Ross?"
DD: "Well, I don't know."
4. EW: "Are you aware that the USAF and Raven
Inc. have been experimenting with microwave
voice to skull transmission?"
DD: "No."
5. EW: "Do you think my test equipment is also
mis-interpreting facts?"
DD: "Well, I wasn't there."
And more, but you get the drift.
He gave me his well-used line "We'll agree to
disagree", and said: "Take the meds and we will
see if the harassment stops."
I agreed, and he has prescribed Olanazapine 2.5mg
to be taken once a day at bedtime, which he says
is a light dose. He also claims Olanazapine has
less side effects than any other drug he uses.
So - OK - this sounds like a negative visit, but
so was the first time I raised the subject with
my GP, who, unless she is pretending, does believe
something electronic is going on in the world,
though she doesn't feel she understands it all.
I'm going along with this for now - I want to have
given the meds a chance before gently and gradually
trying to persuade this psychiatrist that he should
learn something about world events before passing
judgement. Before this doctor will be open to
persuasion, there is no way around a dose of meds.
He claims, that the fairly recent psychiatric
"wonder drug" Risperidone, and Olanazapine have
minimal side effects. Unfortunately, sometimes
we just have to take a hit in order to reach
our goals, which in my case is to bring this
psychiatrist to the level of belief my GP has.
At this moment, given the experiences with co-
workers and my GP, I am cautiously optimistic.
Eleanor White
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Diary #113A (Eleanor White)
August 5, 1998
MORE "Psychiatric assesment", (so to speak.)
Yesterday I went to the office of Dr. John Davine
(pronounced "Divine"), a psychiatrist colleague of
my GP doctor. The purpose of the visit was to
attempt to get at least one local psychiatrist to
take our evidence seriously.
The visit is written up in Diary #113,
but one point was left out, because I wanted some
quiet time to think over the verbal and non-verbal
exclamations of Dr. Davine and his intern (Dr. Tang)
before writing the conclusions.
Having done this, I now know that what happened on
that visit was spook intervention - absolutely no
question whatsoever.
While in the waiting room, I heard a nurse named
Crystal paged. Once I entered the doctor's office,
the paging system, unnaturally loud, kept repeating
over and over the same page, so frequently at one
point that it was almost continuous.
I broke what I was saying and said, intending to
be humorous, "Crystal needs her own pager".
Well, both doctors stared at me in dead silence
with EXTREMELY serious faces. Also - there was
NO more paging for the rest of the hour.
Obviously the spooks tricked me into acknow-
ledging the voice to skull transmission. I'll
know better next time - and I hope any readers
who are targetted individuals will keep this in
mind when they face psychiatric personnel.
Do NOT trust that they hear what you hear.
Lesson learned.
Eleanor White
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Diary #114 (Pat Mougey)
August 5, 1998
Can't breathe!
They kept me awake all night, when I dozed my nose
closed up and I'd gasp for breath. Female supervisor
was on duty (new crew being trained next door at
l931 again)...and she announced plainly 'this will
keep oxygen from getting to the brain". (Remember I
have emphysema)
I had to cancel 2:30PM appt with Dr. (which is
probably what they wanted), but just talked with his
nurse, explaining that I've taken my nose inhaler
twice already & other regular inhalers twice, which
I shouldn't have because it isn't 2PM, and will it
hurt to over-use them. She told me to get to
emergency room, so I guess I will when Robin gets
home from work.
When you take a breath thru your nostrils, you can
feel the air go up, back and down into the back of
the throat, it's the back of the nose and throat
where the clog is, it can't get into the throat or
lungs, and, at same time, you can barely get a
breath into your lungs by breathing thru your mouth.
Deep breaths are almost a rarity. There's no doubt
it keeps the oxygen away from the brain because I
almost passed out at least 7 times. I finally used a
vicks inhaler, and it opened a pinpoint that air
could get thru..even used Vicks Vaporub to start
with. They did this to me a few years ago, but it
was my throat they clogged up...allowing me to have
only a 'pinpoint' passage where the air could go
thru. This went on for a full winter season, I was
in ER once. A few seasons after that they clogged
the nose for an entire winter,(i was able to use the
damp outside air to open up the passages then) but
not as they did it this time.
I sit in chair & my nose closes up, use vicks
inhaler and it works for a second, then few minutes
later can't get breath, get real dizzy, plus
fluttery in chest, etc. However, now that I've
called the Dr. they've eased up just a bit, but I
know it won't last long. They're really ticked at me
because they heard the Block Watch police officer
telling me she'd be calling on one of them tonight
after a block watch meeting. That was in mid-week
and on Friday night I placed another call to her
voice mail during a LOUD musical attack from next
door. Their music could be heard on it as I left my
message. (I did that one other time...good way to
prove what they're doing.)
They started it yesterday. Humidity just isn't that
bad for it to affect me like this, should have
realized they were doing it then, but I do know now!
& this weekend was really a lollapalooza with the
noise department on both sides of me, in addition to
usual verbal harassment, etc. & buzzing (grabing
skull) attacks. God, that is painful!
Pat
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Diary #115 (Eleanor White)
August 5, 1998
Local "e-weapons-aware" shop gets first hand taste
of e-weapons harassment.
I'm fortunate to have three e-weapons believers in
the local printer repair shop, Milena Balta, and
her two gals on the counter.
The shop is:
BBM OFFICE INNOVATIONS INC.
755 King Street East
Hamilton ON L8M 1A4
Voice: 905-523-8686
Fax: 905-528-4366
Yesterday morning, before the visit to the psychia-
trist, I dropped two well worn printers for repair,
cleaning and testing.
Milena was not in, but her two counter gals were.
There were no other people in the building, a
two storey store front belonging entirely to Milena.
I handed over the research finds from Cheryl Welsh:
http://www.nas.net/~raven1/nsa1.gif
(NSA admits mind control exists by affirming
classfied status of requested document)
http://www.nas.net/~raven1/nlpa1.gif
(Law firm clearly states existence of MC)
http://www.nas.net/~raven1/schefln1.gif
http://www.nas.net/~raven1/schefln4.gif
(Law professor clearly states existence of MC)
http://www.nas.net/~raven1/colnros1.gif
http://www.nas.net/~raven1/colnros4.gif
(U. of Toronto psychiatrist clearly affirms
existence of MC)
The counter gals were very impressed, and almost
as soon as I handed them the papers, a door in
the basement slammed shut. This particular door
is heavy and drags, and there is no way any kind
of draft could have caused the slam. There was
virtually no wind outside.
They were very unsettled by this, and I told
them that because the spooks can't brag about their
exploits in a local bar, they sometimes show off
for others, which is true - other co-workers have
seen or heard directly a small subset of effects.
This morning I had to go back with another jammed
printer (as best I can tell, these particular
printers are not spook-damaged) and Milena told
me they were still rattled by what happened, and
was about to tell me that a couple of other
"spooky" events had taken place since yesterday.
A crush of customers entered, and I didn't bother
to hear the details - after 8 years of this - I'm
not really all that interested in hearing what I
know only too well.
Milena is a very solid, trustworthy person, about
my age, and is originally from Bosnia-Hercegovina,
where she was a Bosnian Serb. Milena knows all
too well how nasty and deceitful governments in
general can be, and that I'm sure is why she is
so willing to believe our stories.
If the spooks continue to "haunt" her shop, I can
tell them right here, bluntly, that they will not
achieve their purpose of scaring her into avoiding
me. She's lived through it all, and the first
time I spoke with her about the spooks, saw thru
to the truth instantly.
We could use more like Milena Balta.
Eleanor White
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Diary #116 (Eleanor White)
August 11, 1998
Incessant spook trick - and an apology.
My work involves some computer programming and other
tasks involving the creation and management of
computer files.
For the past 8+ years, the time when I became a full
time e-weapons victim, one of the oldest and most
consistently used spook tricks has been to copy
aside a current version of a program or other file,
particularly one needing some work to make it run
smoothly.
The spooks then wait a day or two, or as long as
several weeks or months, then copy the older
version of a program or other file on top of an
updated file.
This has come home to roost when a few days ago,
I discovered that my site index page,
http://www.nas.net/~raven1/ravindex.htm
...had lost the reference to that very significant
and helpful article "Wonder Weapons", which appeared
in U.S. News and World Report in 1997. I strongly
suspect either an older version was copied or the
Wonder Weapons entry simply deleted.
Just now, I noticed some out of date addresses
showing up on some email failure messages. I
reviewed my mailing lists, and found at least
two addresses where I am certain they asked me
to remove them.
Having experienced this for 8+ years, I have no
doubt this was done deliberately, and I recommend
you check your files and mailling lists too, for
the same reason.
If this bulletin reaches anyone who has asked to
be taken off a mailing list, please accept my
sincerest apologies!
Eleanor White
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Diary #117 (Anonymous)
August 11, 1998
Spooks and children. NOT a good mix.
I wish there were some way to get the people that
hurt my little children. Make them suffer the way
they made my babies suffer. My four year old has
flash backs at least 10 times a day and asks me at
least two or three times a day why. "Why did those
people want to hurt me mommy , why were they so mean
to me?"
I don't know what to tell him that will satisfy his
little mind because he keeps asking daily, why
Mommy? I say they were very bad evil people that
there was no good reason why. They were just very
bad. But he still doesn't understand. Neither
do I.
When he cried for me the cop would throw him up
against the wall and beat him. On other occassions
the social worker would throw him out in the dark
and lock him out. The day after the court allowed
me to visit him for the first time, they took him
back to the house and all sat around touching him
and raping him and telling him his mommy didn't love
him and chanted "humpty dumpty fell off the wall,
humpty dumpty had a great fall ect while he cried
for his mommy.
When they were done, they all sat back real still
and told him they were "waiting for him to come apart
like humpty dumpty." To torture these people for 10
years would not be enough. And if if WAS our
government behind all this, to make my child into an
assassin, then I hate our government and wish I knew
how to flee to another country where children are
safe. Are there any such countries?
Anonymous
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Diary #117: PS from Anonymous
They [the spooks] told my whole family I was
a con artist , a witch , and all kinds of horrible
stuff and they all turned against me. Wouldn't
even let us in on a cold night with a new born
baby and four year old child. We were homeless.
Anonymous
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Diary #118 (Blanche Chavoustie)
August 12, 1998
Phone company "lock" (?!?)
It was the spring of 1992, two years after I had
been kidnapped by Cornell Medical Center. I was
living in a NYC highrise building. I was still
being harrassed and stalked, photographed and
videoed by strangers at least once a week. I was
working with a detective and I wanted him to find
our who was making the harassing phone calls.
Much to his suprise and mine he discovered I had a
high security lock on my phone information. No one,
not even employees of the telephone company could
get access to review my records. He told me that
SUCH A SECURITY LOCK COULD BE PLACED ONLY BY HIGH
LEVEL GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS.
Blanche
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Diary #119 (Kathy Heckman)
August 12, 1998
A Psychological Analysis of My Voice to Skull
Harrassment:
I've noticed an increase in oral sybolism in the
repeated messages my harrassers have subjected me.
This has happened gradually over time as they have
weeded out some of the verbal rotations and
increased the frequency of those dealing with a
psychologically "oral" infantile fixtation. Some
examples:
- "Stop smoking and drinking and we'll leave you
alone" - (oral activities)
- "Money runs thru your fingers like water" - (water:
something one drinks and might subconsciously
associate with the wetness of a throat (oral))
- "There's nose candy" . . . (candy, something we eat
(oral).
- "You're a finger nail biter" (bite (oral activity))
- "You make me sick to my stomach" (stomach,
associated with eatting (oral activity)).
- "You're a mouth control subject" (mouth, food
(oral)).
Continuation of diary:
Anyone care to refresh my memory on who
pschoanalized the anal vs. oral personality and what
oral represented (you don't have to go into great
detail)?
Plus, there's also repeated messages against mental
reasoning such as:
- "You're a prostitute mentality" (negative sexual
connotation to mental (ie. the mind) thinking.
I'm also getting directly manipulated by street
theater from someone who makes a big deal over my
smoking and drinking. I am also encouraged to
distrust others by this person making up what other
people I know say about me (say, another oral
activity) and who uses abandanment and withdrawing
to punish me when I verbally or by my actions
challenge their attempts at manipulating my
behavior.
I believe that oral fixtation in psychology is
associated with infantile dependency on another (the
child needs mothers milk or dies). Coupled with fear
of abandonment, and the attempt to remove some of my
normal social contact with people in my community
(and yes Martha, I have friends at bars) this is an
attempt to weaken my ego, transfer my dependency for
social contact from many sources to one, and make me
vunerable eventually to self destructive action
(including suicide).
For those who disbelieve, remember I have been
subjected to 4 years of their pre scripted audio
messages, mind reading, dream manipulation and
street theater. They aren't just whispering Dixie. I
advise other auditorily harrassed victims to pay
attention to psychological attempts at manipulation.
Sincerely,
Kathy Heckman
echoes444@hotmail.com
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Diary #120 (Eleanor White)
August 13, 1998
The spooks don't miss a beat.
Just a random collection of nasties sent my way by
the spooks in the last 24 hours.
Just after my company's prime programmer-consultant
left for vacation in Europe 3 weeks ago, the
"remove" (delete) command on our UNIX mainframe
acted up in a strange way. Whenever you need to
delete a collection of files, you use a "wild card"
character. For example, you want to delete all
files beginning with "xa", so you do it like this:
$ rm xa*
The day he left on vacation, the rm command started
requiring me to verify with a "y" for "yes" every
single file, one at a time.
Today I needed to delete a string of files just
like the example, and NO verification was required.
I was assembling some cables requiring a soldered
connection this afternoon. The spooks kept
jerking my hand so that either the connection was
spoiled or the soldering iron swung over and hit
the other hand.
This is a "probable" spook incident: The equip-
ment used by the spooks can generate artificial
smells, i.e. there is no actual smelly substance
in your air. Today many people at work complain
about a smell vaguely like paint. While at work
it's not possible to do the tests for microwave-
induced smells, I suspect this was part of today's
harassment package.
The test for microwave smells can be done in two
parts:
1. Just move, but not so far away that a true
substance odour couldn't reach the new
spot. If it disappears, it may be a micro-
wave induced smell.
2. If you have a fairly powerful fan, and can
have it blow directly on you at high speed
from a region where no smells exist (say,
from part 1 above), and the smell persists,
it could be a "microwave smell".
Over time, if your spooks use microwave induced
smell creation, you will be able to see the subtle
clues.
Ho hum - another day. (What will night bring?
A third evening in a row in which I forget to take
my meds even though they are prominently placed and
living alone have few distractions?)
Eleanor
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