name: JEM

e-mail: jm4444@netzero.com

alt: msjnfr@yahoo.com

date: 10-21-06

do you want your email listed: yes

can others place your information else where on the web: yes

support group: yes

in the event of your dead or missing in action.
do you want your personal account to remain on the mcf site: yes

would you care to be an area contact for other victims: yes

area-contact: Electronic / Psychotronics harassment

contact-address: jm4444@netzero.com

My name is Jennifer Marsh.  I have known I was a
victim/target since 1995.  Since September of that year, I
began hearing the elecronic voices and subjected to strong
community "stalking".  As I look back into my past, I
realize that I had been a planned target for much longer,
before that.  My childlike psychology, during my teen years,
until that time, led me to believe I was just famous,
because my father was a well known big-band musician. I just
thought our family was popular.  Now, I understand that is
not the case, in-deed, the CIA was, and still is
experimenting on me.  Too much in the media and other things
connected to my life and still do, sadly.
     In 1995, I was convicted of a dui(only driving to
"rescue some perps, who told me they were stranded, and then
called the law on me"), robbed from my home, and recently
had lost my father to a heart attack, and broken up with my
boyfriend.  I went into severe depression.  It was at that
time, the military began speaking into my brain, and the
community continued to show me they knew my business, in a
very strong way.  From that point I was in shock, could not
speak, and was sent to the mental hospital, and then to drug
and alcohol treatment.  The voice perpertrators stopped.
Until 1997, when it all began again.  I found the aches-mc
website, and realized I was not alone.  But I was still
suffering from severe trauma.
     Even today, I suffer from almost constant electronic
targetting to my most personal issues, and almost always
negative.  They say very hurtful things to me.  My privacy
is invaded.  They use weaponry that causes sleep
deprivation.  Some of it feels like pushes,pulses, or light
shocks to my head, my heart, and other places on the body.
I am lampooned by the media, targetted between the lines as
news stories,and even murders are committed that they
report, that connect to names or events that are relevant to
my life or people in it at the time.  It used to make me
feel like I was somehow responsible for the crimes.  For
example, the  Bonnie Blakely murder, and the Oklahoma
bombing.  Just citing two, there are too many to count.  The
current theme is that someone murders a person with the same
name, or close to the same, as someone I am working with.  I
have several jobs.  Or if there is nothing else going on the
media will find a story that is  either conspired to connect
or they pull from the archives and regenerate it as new.
Some of it is done by enemies of the USA.  This is true,
though it probably sounds far-fetched to some.  Even the
highest people in society take part in this atrocious crime.
I believe in the covert war, though I do not understand if
the US military is doing it to us or if it is another
country, like Russia.(Yes, I read as much as I can on it)
     Thanks to the mcforum support group, and attending the
rallies in Washington, D.C., I have learned what I need to
know, to keep on living and have a more productive life.  I
have 4 part-time jobs now, and fairly close to a normal
life, unlike what I had in my late 20's and early 30's.  I
have some friends that don't perp too much, but treat me
like a person.  Since I have moved to North Carolina, from
Ohio, I have met people who are willing to discuss the issue
with me, and who believe me.  Noone in Portsmouth, Ohio was
ever ready to do that when I lived there.  My ex, had told
me something like this was going to happen. That the whole
town, including my family, thanks to the CIA, was going to
gang up on me, but I did not believe him.  Now I wish I had
stayed interested so I would not have even gone to a
psychiatrist.  That was in 1993.
      Life is better now, but not perfect, and I am not
truly happy.  I'm just learning to adapt to being an inside
joke, and a target.  If there are psychological stages to
being a target, I am entering "acceptance", which is the
last one, of course, if you know anything about the stages
of grief for a loved one.   I hope to write my stories some
day, as there are so many, but I want to be me first.
Something I haven't gotten to do in the past 11 years.