Saturday, June 15, 2013

We're All Fallen Angels

Every now and then I stumble across a web site that provides me with new insights into the meaning of life. The one I have in mind right now is because it explains so much about my own personal predicament and the sorry state of affairs that exists in the world today.

I'm not endorsing everything on that web site by any stretch of the imagination. There's a lot of questionable information on there, without a doubt. I particularly don't agree with and vehemently oppose the familiar refrain that people who don't accept Jesus Christ as their personal savior are doomed to spend the rest of eternity in Hell. Nonsense.

You don't make it to Heaven by repeating a few magic words somebody tells you to say, you have to do something -- preferably lots of things. You have to take a stand against evil.

Despite all the misguided and foolish religious preaching on Angel Fall, though, there's one concept the author stresses over and over that makes a lot of sense to me: Everyone on Earth is a fallen angel.

Here's a quote from the web site:

"The souls of men upon Earth are actually the spirits of angelic beings who got their hides kicked out of Heaven for rebelling against their Creator when they questioned and doubted God's sovereignty, wisdom, and eternal knowledge. They eventually lost their faith in God and turned against their Creator in consummate rage and hatred. And then they tried to become gods themselves in order to save and exalt themselves."

The story in the Bible goes that a third of the angels were kicked out of Heaven and cast down to Earth. If that's true, the expression Hell on Earth makes a lot of sense. Could it be that we were all given the chance to redeem ourselves by our actions on Earth during our many incarnations on this planet?

For more on the fallen angels who fought alongside Lucifer, click on this link:

Human Beings Are the Fallen Angels Who Fought Alongside Lucifer

And see this article about the reality of life after death and  reincarnation:

Proof of Heaven

Here's another web site that's full of evidence to support the fallen angel point of view:

The Way Home or Face the Fire

You can download a free e-book there and read dozens of testimonials from readers who have reached the same conclusion about the fallen angels and expressed their gratitude to the author for helping them to see the light.

There are lots of reasons why I believe we really are the fallen angels. Elsewhere on this blog, I've documented my history as the product of a multi-generational satanic cult. I was born into a family that worships the devil, subjected to satanic ritual abuse when I was a kid, and sold to the CIA so they could use me in their illegal, top-secret and cruel mind-control projects. It was the family tradition.

See these posts:

About the Important Topics Addressed on This Blog
Bizarre Mind-Control Atrocity Exposed, Part 1
The Fugitive: From a Satanic Cult
Gang Stalked by Homicidal, Devil-Worshiping Sociopaths
Mind-Control References in My Life
The Satanic Cult That Rules the World
References to Me in the Movies

At any rate, I evidently drew the line at sacrificing innocent children to Satan, so they had to figure out what to do with me. I just wasn't sufficiently evil to fit into the grand scheme of things. So they kept this knowledge from me my whole life, and I discovered the truth about my history only recently. Now my life makes a lot more sense to me than it ever did before.

For example, it explains the hostile reception I've gotten from everyone in my life, despite my best efforts to be kind, gentle, understanding, cheerful, affectionate, considerate, open, honest and loving. It explains why I was always an outcast and had so much difficulty "fitting in" with the people I was surrounded by.

I am one of the chosen few, and my family knows it, and they resent it bitterly. I was expected to carry on in the family tradition, but I rejected it, so they rejected me. But the conspiracy goes a lot further than just my family, and that's where Angel Fall fits into the big picture.

Families like mine are a dime a dozen. The practice of satanism is widespread in modern society. In my case, it extended to all my so-called friends when I was growing up, as well as my colleagues at work, my neighbors, and virtually everyone I came into contact with. They all had an agenda in their relationships with me, because they were all following the path of darkness.

I was tested many times when I was a kid in an effort to see if I could be persuaded to change sides in the spiritual warfare that's raging on Earth. One of my most vivid memories from my childhood was the time I was coaxed into killing a ground squirrel by one of my so-called friends. He had the brilliant idea that it would be fun to take a garden hose and flush them out of their nest. Then we could catch them with a towel, tie them up inside the towel and use it for a baseball. One of us would pitch and the other one would hit.

Wanting to be liked, and to have a new friend in my life, I went along for one swing of the bat. When we opened the towel to see what we'd done, my friend started howling with laughter. I, on the other hand, felt deeply ashamed of what we'd done. I'd never felt the presence of God in my life more intensely than I felt it at that moment, and I don't think I've ever felt it more intensely since that day. I was overcome by my conscience and refused to participate in the "game" any longer.

Needless to say, that was the end of that friendship. But I decided then and there that it was more important to follow my conscience than it was to be popular, and I've tried to live according to that principle my entire life. I haven't always succeeded, but I have many times, and each time I did, it resulted in my being held in even lower esteem than before by everyone else.

When I was working as an editor at the South Bend (Ind.) Tribune in 1991, I was presented with a rare opportunity to put my beliefs into action. Now I realize that it was all a set-up, but it was a golden opportunity just the same, and I seized it.

Back in 1974, during my sophomore year at the University of Michigan, I discovered that President Kennedy was assassinated by a conspiracy and that Lee Harvey Oswald was framed for the crime by the CIA. By 1991, I had read many books on the subject and was well-acquainted with the facts surrounding the case.

So when one of our book reviewers gave a favorable review to "Conspiracy of One," an absurd book that backed the lone-gunman theory, I responded by writing a series of book reviews that praised some books that exposed the conspiracy, including "High Treason," "Crossfire," "On the Trail of the Assassins" and "Plausible Denial."

Seven months later, my mother died suddenly and unexpectedly at age 62 -- allegedly from a  heart attack. It may indeed have been a heart attack, but since the CIA has long been able to induce fatal heart attacks by various methods, I believe she was murdered by the CIA to begin the process of dismantling my so-called life.

At any rate, to my surprise, I received an extremely chilly reception from my colleagues at the newspaper after I started  writing those book reviews.

I went into the business because I love finding out the truth, telling the truth and writing about the truth. I assumed my colleagues felt the same way, but I found out I was wrong about that. Most of them just didn't want their world to be turned upside down and couldn't stand to see their illusions shattered. Or maybe they were CIA operatives who were willingly helping to cover up the truth.

I guess my colleagues didn't agree with Gary Webb's famous quote: "Authentic journalism is telling people something the government doesn't want them to know."

He said that shortly before the government killed him for exposing the CIA's drug-running activities in Central America and Los Angeles in a series of articles he wrote for the San Jose Mercury-News and later in a book called "Dark Alliance."

Whereas I considered myself a hero for fighting against injustice and exposing evil, my colleagues evidently considered me a heretic. I guess they think if the U.S. government does something, that makes it right, no matter what  the facts are. That's the kind of thinking that leads to the downfall of civilizations.

I could cite hundreds more examples to illustrate my point, but I think you get the general idea. Whereas I had an innate love for truth and justice, most of my colleagues couldn't be bothered. They were more interested in being popular and getting ahead in their careers than they were in rocking the boat and fighting injustice.

At any rate, because of my background as a mind-control victim, I've been under some form of surveillance by satanists ever since I was a little boy, and they love to surround me with their agents. One of their favorite tricks is to have their agents write songs about me.

I was introduced by one of my so-called friends to singer-songwriter Richard Buckner for this purpose. He wrote a song called "Kingdom" from the album "Meadow," released in 2006, that I believe was written specifically for my benefit (and detriment).

You can listen to it here: Kingdom by Richard Buckner

Let's take a look at some of the lyrics and see how they apply to my life.

"Kingdom calling, don't you want to come and hide, all the way to the other side?"

This is a reference to the fact that they've been trying to get me to commit suicide since 2004, when I was "targeted" by an illegal covert operation designed to destroy my career and my life. "The other side" is where you go when you die.

"Your turn, falling, didn’t land at all, and some would say, was never gone."

In other words, I was a fallen angel like all the rest, but my heart was never in it all the way. 

"Is there anything I can do, to clear the door to another realm."

Meaning, please let me know how I can assist you in the task of taking your own life.

It's a terrific song in some ways, but I can imagine how most people would find the lyrics somewhat puzzling. Seen from my point of view, they make perfect sense.

Another song that I believe was written for my benefit (and detriment) is "The Thing You Love Is Killing You" by the Chicago alt-country band Dolly Varden. I've been trying to post the lyrics here, but they won't let me (the CIA, NSA, FBI or whoever has me under surveillance and controls my computer remotely and censors me whenever they feel it's necessary).

You can listen to it here: The Thing You Love Is Killing You

They won't let me copy and paste, but I'll try transcribing a few of the lyrics here:

"I see your face, all is not well. You try to hide it away, but it's easy to tell. You stick to your guns, even though, you know it's true: The thing you love, is killing you."

"When you were a kid, inspiration called. Slowly you've narrowed it down, to a desk and a wall. You pour out your soul, to a world whose indifference is spelled out for you: The thing you love, is killing you."

In other words, you keep finding out the truth and telling the truth and writing about the truth, but nobody cares because we're all creatures of darkness and we chose to be evil. The thing you love (the truth) is killing you.

I understand what he means, but I would make a slight correction: The thing I hate is killing me.

People who hate the truth and love to keep the whole world in darkness are killing me, not the truth.

Sunday, June 09, 2013

Strange Things Going on in the Sky, All Around the World

Planet X is causing some strange lighting effects in Europe. See next photo for what this town looked like minutes earlier.
This town in Germany is all lit up by a strange white light at 11:30 p.m., 20 minutes before the photo above was taken.

It's 3:40 in the morning on May 5 at this ski resort in Switzerland, but you'd never know it from looking at the mountains. It's as bright as day. LOL! Are we really supposed to believe this is normal?

This photograph was taken at 12:50 a.m. on April 1 in Brombachsee, Germany. See the next photo for comparison.

This photograph was taken 10 minutes later at 1 a.m. The northern sky is all lit up in yellow, five hours after sunset and five hours before sunrise. A second light source must be responsible for this strange phenomenon. 

Something remarkable happened about 7 p.m. on Friday, April 24, when the sun gave birth to the second sun over Greeneville, Tennessee. This phenomenon was visible on several webcams in the Southeast. 

Minutes later, the second sun achieves complete separation from the main sun above. 
The birth of the second sun was also captured more than 100 miles away on this webcam at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte. This amazing event took place between 7 and 7:30 p.m. on Friday, April 24, 2015.
The blue moon is visible in the western sky Friday evening, April 24, in Charlotte, North Carolina. Not only is it way more blue than ever before, it was supposed to be less than a half moon that night. If that really is the moon, perhaps it's being illuminated by an additional light source that's sending out blue light.
The southwestern sky is all lit up by the moon at 1 a.m. on April 8 in Oberstdorf, Germany. It's as light as day! The time stamp in the upper left-hand corner is correct. The only possible explanation I can think of for this phenomenon is that there are multiple light sources illuminating the moon these days.
The eastern sky is lit up in orange in Zacatecas, Mexico, at 8:15 p.m. on April 29, 2015. Meanwhile, the sun is busy setting in the west on the other side of the world.
This large celestial object is supposed to be Venus, but I'm not buying it. It's WAY BIGGER than it used to be.
The southeastern sky is all lit up in orange at 2:30 in the afternoon on May 12 at the Neumayer Station on Antarctica. Meanwhile, the sun is getting ready to set behind the camera in the northwest. This means that the sun is not the celestial object that's turning the sky orange in the southeast -- it's Nibiru.
Whoa! Look what's happening on the midnight horizon in this town in Germany. Can Planet X really be months away?
Not even Neumayer Station on Antarctica is immune to the violet light treatment.
Bizarre green and yellow light invaded San Francisco, as seen from the North Bay, on July 24.

The Space Needle in Seattle is surrounded by a strange violet light on the afternoon of July 26.

Friday, June 07, 2013

References to Me in the Movies

As I've pointed out elsewhere on this blog, I was born into a multi-generational Masonic cult and used in CIA mind-control projects my entire life. My father and both of my grandfathers were 33rd Degree Freemasons, so that means they were all Devil-worshiping Satanists. You don't make it to the 33rd Degree without swearing your allegiance to Lucifer.

Thus, sacrificing innocent, defenseless children to Satan is the family tradition.

See these posts:

About the Important Topics Addressed on This Blog
Mind Control References in My Life
The Fugitive: From a Satanic Cult
Gang Stalked by Homicidal, Devil-Worshiping Sociopaths
The Satanic Cult That Rules the World

So, as a result of breaking away from that tradition, and refusing to sacrifice human beings to Satan, I incurred the wrath of some powerful people with strong ties to the Illuminati -- the rich and evil bastards who ran this planet into the ground from behind the scenes. And since they're so powerful, they have the ability to influence practically anything they want, including the content of major motion pictures and TV programs.

I'm not writing about this because I think I'm so important or to brag about how famous I am, but to provide more evidence that proves how important I am to the Freemasons. Since they haven't given me a signed confession, I have to build a circumstantial case. And they've provided the circumstances in spades.

In this two-part series, I pointed out some of the references to me that were written into the 1960s television series "The Fugitive," starring David Janssen:

Then there was the 1981 movie "Body Heat," directed by University of Michigan graduate Lawrence Kasdan. It's loaded with references to me, and since I also went to U of M, it was probably no accident that Kasdan was hired to write and direct the film. See these posts:

Kasdan also wrote and directed "The Big Chill," released in 1983, about a group of Michigan graduates who get together for the funeral of a fellow U of M alumnus. That movie is also loaded with references to me.

First of all, the story revolves around the suicide of a character named Alex at the South Carolina home of the couple who are hosts for the weekend gathering after the funeral. That's significant because it's always been the Freemasons' plan to get me to commit suicide by making my life progressively more miserable every year.

I refuse to do it though, and one reason why is that I don't want to give them the satisfaction. Besides, I love exposing them on my blog.

Alex is clearly meant to represent me in that he's seen by his friends as someone who was full of promise but never quite managed to reach his potential in life. Perhaps he too incurred the wrath of the Freemasons along the way. That tends to have a negative effect on one's career path.

At his funeral, Harold, played by Kevin Kline, gives the eulogy and makes the memorable staement, "I don't know why this happened, but I do know that there was always something about Alex that was just too good for this world."

Could there be a more fitting summation of my circumstances? There was just too much good inside me for me to go along with the satanic tradition into which I was born.

The movie is loaded with lines like that. At one point, the character played by Mary Kay Place says, "I no longer know how to handle myself stoned."

That was significant because I used to have the same problem. The truth is, I smoked a lot of marijuana in high school and college, not because I enjoyed it that much, but because I was trying to "fit in" with my friends, and they were all heavily into it.

Looking back on it, I realize now that all my so-called friends weren't really my friends at all, they were Masonic agents. And their assignment was to keep me sidetracked in various ways. I remember feeling depressed and anxious quite often when I was high but also having this need to be accepted by those around me. That's why I kept doing it.

At one point in the movie, Karen. the character played by JoBeth Williams, explains that she has been doing some writing in her spare time and that she wants to develop it into something more. Then she says something to the effect of, "My whole life, I've always felt, I don't know ... stymied."

That pretty well sums up the way I've felt as a result of being "targeted" by the Freemasons my whole life. And since I was working as a small-town sports editor at the time, wanting to develop my writing into something more, I've always felt she was talking about me, too.

Karen had another line in the movie that I believe was directed at me. She's talking about an experiment she did in school in which the lab rats were deprived of privacy, and she says something like, "It drove them crazy."

That was a thinly veiled reference to the Freemaons' long-term plan to deprive me of my privacy by placing me under 24-hour surveillance with sophisticated, military-grade, infrared radar equipment that has the ability to see through the walls of my home.

People who are "targeted" in this fashion have absolutely no privacy, even in their own home.  See this:

There's also a scene in which everybody is gathered around the television set watching a Michigan football game. That used to be one of my favorite pastimes, and I even covered some Michigan games when I was working as a sports writer. Michigan football was a big part of my life back then, so that was a reference to me as well.

Since then, I've discovered that college and professional sports are fixed, so I don't pay much attention to them anymore. I even launched a blog that exposes the fraud:

Then the character named Michael, played by Jeff Goldblum, talks about working at the student newspaper, the Michigan Daily, during his college days. He had written an article about how Alex had turned down a fellowship as a matter of principle.

That was also a reference to me because the Freemasons are always making fun of me for being an honest man and having such strong moral character. And I had two articles published in the Michigan Daily while I was a student at Michigan.

Even the title could be construed as a reference to me, because they knew I was going to experience "the big chill" when I was targeted later in life. Everything and everyone was about to grow cold.

Another movie with a Michigan connection that's loaded with references to me is "Anatomy of a Murder," released in 1959.

I was only 4 years old when the movie was released, and my family was living in Holland, Michigan, at the time. So I was probably about 3 years old when the film was being made up in the Upper Peninsula.

Ben Gazzara plays Army Lt. Frederick Manion, who goes on trial for murder after shooting a man who had allegedly raped his wife. Jimmy Stewart plays Manion's defense attorney, Paul Biegler.

Manion's defense revolves around the assertion that he was temporarily insane when he shot the victim. The defense argued that Manion suffered a "dissociative reaction" at the time of the shooting and therefore was not responsible for his actions.

Army psychiatrist Matthew Smith, played by Orson Bean, supports the defense by taking the stand and explaining that Manion was compelled by an "irresistible impulse" at the time of the shooting.

This is significant because when Freemasons want to create a mind-controlled slave, they intentionally traumatize their children in an effort to make them "dissociate" from reality. This sometimes results in a condition known as multiple personality disorder or dissociative identity disorder.

Different personalities can then be "programmed" to carry out certain tasks, and the main personailty will have no memory of it. See this:

Anyway, Manion goes to Detroit to be examined by Dr. Smith, and he's accompanied by the local sheriff, played by an obscure character actor named Royal Beal. That name is significant because Beal is also my last name, and it's a name that has some connections to "royal" bloodlines.

I believe it was no accident that Royal Beal was associated with the dissociation theme, because Beal is my last name, and Matthew is my first name and also the first name of the doctor. I believe the message they were trying to get across was that Matthew Beal of Holland, Michigan, also suffered a dissociative reaction -- especially since Dr. Smith is played by Orson Bean, whose last name is so similar to Beal.

Royal Beal also appears in another scene at the local hospital, where Biegler's law partner, Parnell McCarthy, is recuperating after being injured in a car crash.

Jimmy Stewart and Beal both enter McCarthy's hospital room, and Stewart says, "Was it worth trying to kill yourself or whatever you were trying to do?"

Another reference to me, especially since Beal was there in the room and the topic was suicide.

In other words, the message conveyed to me in this movie, made when I was 3 years old, was that the Freemasons had already given me dissociative identity disorder, and that they were planning to drive me to suicide later in life because I "broke away" from my programming.

The Fugitive -- From a Satanic Cult, Part 2

As I explained in an earlier post, my life is closely linked with the television series "The Fugitive," starring David Janssen, which was broadcast on ABC-TV from 1963 until 1967. See this

That post was all about the pilot episode, but there were more than 100 episodes in the series, and all of them had a connection of some sort to my life, since the Freemasons considered me a "fugitive" from their satanic cult.

According to the Encyclopedia of Freemasonry, onomatology, or the science of names, is an important part of higher Masonry. In my case, the science of names connects me to Freemasonry, satanic ritual abuse, the JFK assassination, mind control, satanism and other related topics. "The Fugitive" contained veiled references to many of these subjects.

Satanic author Stephen King wrote the introduction to "The Fugitive Recaptured," a book about the TV series. He called it "absolutely the best series done on American television."

Tuesday Weld, the Illuminati high priestess who was the subject of the Rolling Stones song "Ruby Tuesday," appeared in several episodes of The Fugitive. See this for more on Tuesday:

I didn't know anything about the science of names and its relevance to my own life until a CIA agent tipped me off a few years ago. I then used this knowledge to piece together the clues to the mystery of my life.

Names of people, streets, towns and much more began to take on a meaning that I had never understood before. It became apparent to me that people had been planted in my life whose names would connect me to Freemasonry, satanic ritual abuse, the JFK assassination, the Franklin Credit Union scandal in Nebraska, mind control, satanism and other related topics.

This was a way for the Illuminati to reveal to me that I had been targeted by a mind-control program without coming right out and telling me. In other words, it was designed to be plausibly deniable, but at the same time, to leave no doubt in my mind what was going on and who was behind the program.

Arrogance is one of the Illuminati's hallmarks. They deliberately leave their fingerprints all over the crime scene because they know there's nothing anybody can do about it, even if they learn the truth.

Certainly it's possible that the appearance of some of these people in my life could have been coincidence, but what makes me think there's something more to it is the sheer number of "coincidences." At some point, in the face of so much evidence, it becomes impossible to attribute all these examples to coincidence, especially when there's so much other evidence of mind control in my life.

I have read the accounts of lots of mind-control victims, and I share with them many of the usual symptoms, including being targeted by gang stalking, electromagnetic harassment, slander campaigns, unexplained rude treatment, references to my ordeal in the news media, and so forth.

But the phenomenon of the science of names, which I have experienced since childhood, is unusual and possibly unique to my situation. That's why I decided to expose it on this blog. If someone else is being targeted in a similar fashion, it could alert them to the situation.

More importantly, since it points to Masonic involvement in mind control, political assassinations, satanic ritual abuse, the Franklin scandal and other related topics, it could help people wake up to the fact that Masons are deliberately running this country into the ground so they can dissolve the United States and merge it into a global fascist dictatorship known as the New World Order.

I'm going to list in this post a few examples of how my life is connected to "The Fugitive" by the science of names. In some cases, the names aren't identical, but they're close enough to get the message across.

In the 1963 episode "Fatso," an actor named Vaughn Taylor played a character named Crowley, which was a thinly veiled reference to the most infamous satanist of all, Aleister Crowley.

Here are some more name connections from that episode and some others:

FATSO (1963)

Vaughn Taylor -- Played a character named Crowley.
Pete Taylor -- Pressman at the Niles (Mich.) Daily Star when I worked there as sports editor in the 1980s.

Bill Carter -- Richard Kimble's alias in this episode.
Lonnie Carter -- One of my teammates on the Little League baseball team I played on in Niles, Mich., in 1966, 1967 and 1968.

Glenda Farrell -- Actress who played Mrs. Lambert.
Bob Farrell -- Member of the satanic cult that rules Niles, Mich., and the rest of the world. We used to hang around with the same crowd back when I had no idea I was being surrounded by cult members.

Paul Langton -- Actor who played the sheriff.
Dave Lanford -- Publisher of the Niles Daily Star when I worked there.
Scott Langford -- Copy editor at The Grand Rapids (Mich.) Press with whom I worked closely from 1985-88.


George Porter -- Alias used by Richard Kimble in this episode.
Don Porter -- Reporter at the South Bend (Ind.) Tribune when I worked there from 1990 to 1994.
Porter County -- In 2001, I was hired by The Times of Northwest Indiana to work as a copy editor on the Porter County edition. I knew everything there was to know about Porter County for the next year or two, which made an indelible impression on my memory.

Scott Lane -- Actor who played the sheriff's son, Larry.
Susan Lane -- My next-door neighbor when I lived in Saratoga, California, from 1970 to 1972. I got to know her pretty well because her mother hired me to tutor her in math when I was in high school and she was in junior high.

Matty -- Character played by actress Barbara Pepper.
Matty -- One of the nicknames my sisters used to call me.

Bob Watson -- Actor who played Milt Plummer.
Terry Watson -- Schoolyard bully who beat me up one day for no reason whatsoever when I was a student at Ballard Junior High School in Niles, Mich., in 1969. I never forgot his name, and I believe that was the whole point.

Ian Wolfe -- actor who played Dr. Babcock.
Carrie Wolfe -- Reporter and colleague of mine at The Daily Southtown in Tinley Park, Ill., in 2000.


Sioux City, Iowa -- Setting for this episode.
Sioux City, Iowa -- Dave Opfermann, one of my colleagues from the Niles Daily Star, later worked for the Sioux City paper and wrote me a letter in 1989 while he was living there. That helped to keep the name of that city fresh in my mind.


The title of this episode is a thinly veiled reference to the fact that angels travel lonely roads when they break away from the satanic cult into which they're born -- an obvious reference to me.

Lane Bradford -- Played Anderson.
Ken Bradford -- South Bend Tribune editor and colleague of mine from 1990 to 1994.

Duane Toler -- Script supervisor on this episode.
Randy Toler -- Schoolmate of mine in the 1960s at Ballard Junior High in Niles, Mich. He invited me to be friends on Facebook in 2014 to refresh my memory. This episode aired on May 19, 2014, on a local TV station that has been airing reruns of "The Fugitive" for the past year or so. I hardly knew Randy Toler, so I was surprised to hear from him. But now I think I understand why he contacted me out of the blue -- The Fugitive connection!

Wednesday, June 05, 2013

The Fugitive -- From a Satanic Cult, Part 1

Apparently, next to Jesus Christ, I am the most important person in the history of the world. How else can you explain the extraordinary and bizarre lengths the Freemasons have gone to in their attempts to discredit me, make fun of me or make my already pathetic life even more miserable than it was the year before?

In addition to planting all the significant people in my life in an effort to keep me under surveillance and subject to an endless array of soul-destroying strategies, they've used movies and television programs to document their efforts to destroy me.

See these posts:

About the Important Topics Addressed on This Blog
Mind Control References in My Life
The Fugitive: From a Satanic Cult
References to Me in the Movies
Gang Stalked by Homicidal, Devil-Worshiping Sociopaths
The Satanic Cult That Rules the World

One of the prime examples is the popular 1960s television series "The Fugitive," about a doctor who was wrongly accused of killing his wife. Who can ever forget William Conrad's narration of the opening scenes, with his deep voice intoning, "Reprieved by fate when a train wreck freed him from the death house." A popular movie by the same name, loosely based on the TV series and starring Harrison Ford, was released in the 1990s.

The protagonist's name was Richard Kimble, but each week, he had a new name and a new identity as he fled from police and searched for the elusive one-armed man he saw leaving the scene of the crime on the night of his wife's murder.

I remember watching "The Fugitive" when I was a kid growing up in the 1960s in Niles, Michigan. It aired from 1963 to 1967, and Dr. Kimble's quest to to find the one-armed man was a source of never-ending fascination for me.

At any rate, one of my uncles also professed to be a fan of the show, and we would talk about it sometimes when we got together during the 1980s, 1990s and the 2000s. Now I realize why he wanted me to remember the show.

At the beginning of 2000, I met a woman named Monica Kimball through an old friend of mine who I used to work with at Veterans Cab Co. in Ann Arbor while I was attending the University of Michigan. Even though we hadn't been in contact with each other for decades, we started e-mailing each other around that time, and when he found out I was single and looking for a girlfriend, he introduced me to one of his former girlfriends, the infamous Monica Kimball.

Monica and I hit it off right away, and after a few weeks of chatting on the Internet and talking on the phone, we made plans to get together. She was living in Oregon at the time, and I bought a plane ticket for her. She was supposed to fly to Chicago and spend a weekend with me, but she canceled at the last minute, saying that she and Dean, my "friend" from Ann Arbor, were getting back together.

Needless to say, after seven years of striking out on the girlfriend front, that was a devastating setback for me. In other words, everything went as planned.

According to the Encyclopedia of Freemasonry, onomatology, or the science of names, is an important part of higher Masonry. In my case, the science of names connects me to Freemasonry, satanic ritual abuse, the JFK assassination, mind control, satanism and other related topics. "The Fugitive" contained veiled references to many of these subjects.

I didn't know anything about the science of names and its relevance to my own life until a CIA agent tipped me off a few years ago. I then used this knowledge to piece together the clues to the mystery of my life. 

Names of people, streets, towns and much more began to take on a meaning that I had never understood before. It became apparent to me that people had been planted in my life whose names would connect me to Freemasonry, satanic ritual abuse, the JFK assassination, the Franklin Credit Union scandal in Nebraska, mind control, satanism and other related topics.

This was a way for the Illuminati to reveal to me that I had been targeted by a mind-control program without coming right out and telling me. In other words, it was designed to be plausibly deniable, but at the same time, to leave no doubt in my mind what was going on and who was behind the program.

The connection between Monica Kimball and Richard Kimble didn't hit me until years later when I rented some old episodes of "The Fugitive" from Netflix. One of the first episodes from 1963, when the program debuted, was titled "Fear in a Desert City."

Kimble checks into a hotel in Tucson, Arizona, and goes up to his room to start looking for a job. He has been assigned Room 26, which was the date of my ill-fated wedding. Actually, it was June 26, 1976, or 6-26-76, which corresponds to 666 -- symbol of the Devil. In other words, I believe it was no accident that I was married on that day, because my wedding was meant to be a satanic ritual.

Since I had chosen to break away from the cult as a young boy, a campaign was undertaken at that point to sabotage my life in countless ways. It was decided that all my "friends" would be cult members, and that I would marry into the cult without even realizing it.

So getting married on that day not only made the 666 connection, it also connected to Room 26 in this particular episode of "The Fugitive." My story is similar to Dr. Kimble's in that I am also a fugitive -- from a satanic cult.

Kimble ends up getting a job as a bartender at "The Branding Iron," where the lovely Vera Miles is working as a piano player. Her name is Monica Wells. Brian Keith plays her estranged husband, who has tracked her down at the bar and wants her to move back to Phoenix with him. His name is Ed Wells. As he's leaving the bar, Ed waves at Monica and flashes her the satanic hand symbol, also known as the devil's horns and various other names -- you know, with the little finger and the forefinger pointing up, and the two fingers in between curled under.

Kimble hits it off with Monica, and they spend some time together at an amusement park with her son. While there, they encounter a group of clowns, which is a familiar theme in the movies and TV programs that relate to my life. There was also a clown scene in the 1981 movie "Body Heat," which I've described in another post on this blog. I'm not sure why -- maybe because I was being "clowned" by the people in charge of destroying my life. Or perhaps since clowns are often associated with the macabre or sinister aspects of life, and they were planning to make my life a macabre nightmare.

At any rate, Kimble tries to intervene to keep Ed away from Monica, and at one point he says to Ed, "Don't you ever think about what you're doing to your boy?" That's something that could easily have been asked of my father after he sold me to CIA for use in Project Monarch. See this:

Something else Kimble says to Ed Wells is, "You should see a psychiatrist," because he can't let go of Monica. One time my dad said the exact same thing to me when we were arguing about politics. I think it was because he thought I was too obsessed with "conspiracy theories." But I think he knew they weren't just "theories," they were facts. And since he was directly involved in some of those conspiracies, such as mind control, he had to put on a front and pretend to believe they didn't exist.

Later, Kimble gets picked up by the cops and taken for a ride in a squad car. They tell him they've had a complaint against him, and they start grilling him about his personal life. At one point, one of the cops says to him, "I wouldn't want you to think I was sadistic." You mean, like my father and all the other Freemasons in charge of destroying my life?

Referring to Ed Wells, one of the cops tells Kimble, "He belongs to all the right social organizations," meaning he has powerful connections, and that's why Kimble is being harassed by the police. They want him to leave town because that's what Ed Wells wants, and he has friends in high places. You mean like the Freemasons?

I've watched dozens of episodes of "The Fugitive" in recent years, and virtually all of them have some connection to my life. I think that's why my uncle kept bringing up the topic. He wanted me to make the connections.

To summarize, here are the name connections from that single episode of "The Fugitive":

Richard Kimble -- The Fugitive, played by David Janssen.
Jason Kemble -- Played shortstop on the Little League baseball team I coached in South Bend, Indiana, in 1994.
Justin Kemble -- Jason's brother, played outfield on the same team.
Monica Kimball -- Played the familiar part of the femme fatale in my life.
Monica Wells -- Played by Vera Miles.
Wells Electronics -- South Bend, Ind., company where my dad worked at the time "The Fugitive" was launched in 1963.
Isaac Janson -- Pitched and played infield for the Little League team I coached in 1994.
David Janssen -- As The Fugitive.

Do you really think it's just a coincidence that there are so many connections between my life and the TV series "The Fugitive?" Or is it possible that these connections were deliberately made throughout the course of my life so that I would see the connections myself one day and realize that I had been "clowned" by a cabal of sadistic, devil-worshiping Freemasons?

Since my dad worked at Wells Electronics in 1963 when "The Fugitive" was launched, and since Ed Wells flashed the satanic hand sign in "Fear in a Desert City," I think I was supposed to associate my dad with Ed Wells, and thus with Freemasonry and satanism. I think I was supposed to figure out that like Richard Kimble, I am also a fugitive -- from the satanic cult that orchestrated the gradual destruction of my life.

For part 2 in this series, see this:

Saturday, June 01, 2013

Gang Stalked by Devil-Worshiping, Homicidal Sociopaths

To give you a better understanding of the fascist police state that exists in the United States today, I'm going to provide a detailed description of the psychological trauma I’ve been subjected to for the past 10 years as a result of being "targeted" by an illegal covert operation.

All for the "crime" of being an honest man and doing my job as a journalist by exposing corruption in the CIA, the FBI, the Department of Nazi Land Security and various other corrupt government agencies.

As I mentioned before, the food and drinks I purchase at the grocery store are almost always contaminated with some unknown toxic chemical because employees of grocery stores and restaurants do whatever the FBI and CIA tell them to do. I’ve tried driving 50 miles or more away from home to do my shopping, but it doesn't seem to matter, the gang stalkers are always ready for me, and so are the grocery stores.

Since there are certain products that I tend to buy regularly, all they have to do is switch out a few of those products, and they can be fairly confident that I'll purchase at least some contaminated products when I do my shopping. Sometimes if I try something new, it will taste OK, but the next time I buy it, it’s always contaminated like everything else, because they took note of what I purchased and made sure to be ready for my next visit.

For me, a typical trip to the grocery store transpires as follows.

When I arrive, the parking lot is loaded with vehicles whose colors are supposed to convey some type of message to me. Usually there will be a lot of black and red vehicles because black symbolizes disapproval and death, and red symbolizes that they want me to stop shopping at that store or that I better stop shopping there because the food is contaminated -- just as a red light means stop on a traffic signal.

When I walk from my car toward the store, usually there will be someone dressed in black walking in the same direction, in my field of view and at the same pace that I’m walking, so I have to stop or speed up to get away from them. Or someone dressed in black will be walking toward me and pass by with a smirk on their face.

As I enter the store, someone will usually be leaving at the same time, which is designed to remind me that they have me under surveillance and they were waiting for me. As soon as I enter the store, I can hear music playing on the intercom, usually way louder than usual. Often, the song that’s playing will be inappropriate for a public place -- perhaps a country song or a pop song about someone who’s been dumped by their girlfriend and is feeling suicidal.

Or it might be a song that has some personal meaning for me because of the nature of the mind-control project. For example, one time when I was in a store, they were playing “If You Could Read My Mind” by Gordon Lightfoot. Since they’re constantly reading my mind with their surveillance equipment, they wanted me to be reminded of that fact when I heard that song and to associate it with being targeted.

According to a lawsuit filed by John St. Clair Akwei, the National Security Agency has had the capability of reading people’s thoughts for years with top secret, sophisticated surveillance equipment. You can read all about it on the Internet by searching for Akwei vs. NSA.

Another time when I was in a store, I remember them playing the song, “We Don’t Need Another Hero” by Tina Turner. Again, it was played way louder than normal, and it’s not really the kind of song that’s appropriate for a grocery store, especially at that volume. But it was all meant for me because they think I was trying to be a hero by doing my job as a journalist and exposing corruption in government.

Since they usually know which products I’m likely to buy, gang stalkers will be positioned in front of a product I’m planning to buy when I get there, blocking my path and crowding my personal space. If it’s been tampered with, they’ll be dressed in black.

Sometimes they’ll stage conversations with each other and speak louder than normal to make sure I can overhear them. I remember one stalker said to another one time, with a smirk on her face, “You read my mind.” That was supposed to make me feel angry and helpless because it was obvious they were part of the conspiracy but there was nothing I could do about it.

After having my personal space invaded numerous times by stalkers who stand too close to me, I’ll arrive at the checkout counter and I’ll be surrounded by stalkers dressed in black and carrying on more noisy conversations tailored to make some reference to me and to reinforce some negative emotion associated with being targeted.

Store clerks will usually ask me something like, “How are you doing today?” or “You doin’ all right today?” They ask me that because they know very well that I’m not doing all right today, and they want to reinforce that fact. And their conversation will usually involve some trigger words that are used to reinforce some aspect of the project.

Since they want me to feel remorse for being a “good” person, they say something like, “It’s all good,” or “Have a good day.” Seemingly innocuous remarks such as those can cause me to feel distress because they reinforce the idea that store clerks are well aware that I’m being targeted and they’re willingly participating in the harassment and enjoying it a great deal.

As I leave the store, I’ll cross paths with more devil-worshiping gang stalkers dressed in black to reinforce the idea that the products I’ve just purchased are going to kill me.

See these posts:

About the Important Topics Addressed on This Blog
Bizarre Mind-Control Atrocity Exposed, Part 1
The Fugitive: From a Satanic Cult
Gang Stalked by Homicidal, Devil-Worshiping Sociopaths
Mind-Control References in My Life
The Satanic Cult That Rules the World
References to Me in the Movies

* See this post for more about this subject:
Attempted Murder at the Grocery Store

* And see this post for more information on how it all started:

* And see this web site for lots more information on the illegal covert operations that are directed at "targeted individuals." New World War

People who are evil and have chosen to worship the Devil love inflicting suffering on those of us who have chosen to reject the Devil and worship God instead. As far as I know, I’m one of the few people left in the world who doesn’t worship the Devil. That’s the main reason why I was targeted.

Read all about it in William Carr‘s book, “Satan, Prince of This World,” which is available on the Internet.

References to Satanism are everywhere in this country. One time when I was getting my hair cut at a beauty salon, they had the radio cranked way up for the INXS song, “The Devil Inside.” The lyrics go, “The devil inside, the devil inside. Every single one of us, the devil inside.” Totally inappropriate for a public place, especially played at high volume.

The technology possessed by modern intelligence agencies is far more advanced than the sanitized version publicized in the news media.

Military planes fly overhead and try to intimidate me when I'm reading something they don't like. Or the refrigerator will kick on at the precise instant that I'm reading something they want me to notice. Or maybe it will be a line from a movie on TV. Or a strange wind will blow through the ventilation system of my house at the same instant that a controversial thought pops into my head.

My furnace makes strange clicking sounds, usually timed in such a way as to convey a message about something I'm reading. Or someone will turn on the shower in a neighboring apartment, and the plumbing will be tampered with in such a way that a deafening roar will emanate from the pipes, coinciding with a sentence I'm reading that relates somehow to mind control or another topic they don't like me reading about.

Every single day, sometimes dozens of times daily, gang stalkers will slam their car doors at a time that coincides with something I'm reading or a line from a movie or a newscast. Hallway doors are also slammed with great regularity, usually timed in such a way as to convey a message to me.

For example, one time I was watching a movie, and one of the characters said, "His mother is the only one who ever loved him." At the exact instant that sentence was completed, a hallway door slammed so hard that it shook my apartment.

Another time I was listening to a song on my CD player in my apartment. There’s a line in that song that goes, “And Dad would dream of all the different ways to die … each one a little more than he could dare to try … ” Just as that line was completed, a gang stalker in the apartment below mine pounded on the ceiling just below where I was sitting, which startled me and delivered the message, “We want you to kill yourself, but you’re too afraid to try.”

That reminds me of another incident that happened when I was playing golf. A carload of young people drove by as I was getting ready to line up a putt and someone rolled down the window, looked in my direction and yelled, “Die!!!” These were people I didn’t know and had never seen before in my life. If they weren’t part of the conspiracy, why would they do that?

Another one of their favorite tricks is to have someone brush up against me while I’m standing at a concert or a festival or somewhere out in public. Usually it’s timed to coincide with a song lyric. For example, one time I was at a concert, and when the singer sang the line, “You’re lucky to be alive,” a gang stalker suddenly turned around and bumped into me as he was leaving -- right in the middle of the song. The message was that I’m lucky to be alive after all the damage I’ve done to the cause of Satanism by finding out the truth, telling the truth and writing about the truth.

When I stay home all day, which I usually do, sometimes their only opportunity to harass me outside my home is when I walk to the mailbox to get my mail. They take advantage of the opportunity by sending noisy military aircraft and helicopters overhead or by having someone fire gunshots the moment I open my front door to get the mail. There’s a firing range not far from where I live, and I notice a dramatic increase in gunshots when I’m walking to the mailbox and back.

Here are some other tactics they use against me:

* When I’m out driving somewhere, gang stalkers are constantly positioned in front of me so I can read their license plates. One of their favorite tricks is to make reference to my wedding date, which was 6-26-76 (666, the Mark of the Beast). So I see the number 26 all the time. And sometimes when they want me to be reminded of a certain year when something traumatic happened in my life, the car in front of me will have a license plate that says something like “YRS7693.” I got married in the year 1976 and my wife divorced me in the year 1993.

Or the license plate on the car in front of me will read, “MPD8083.” That’s because my ex-wife’s initials are MPD and my children were born in 1980 and 1983. The idea is to constantly subject me to a barrage of negative stimuli.

* FedEx and UPS drivers often participate in the conspiracy in various ways. For example, one time I ordered some health bars online and when the delivery driver arrived to deliver the package, he slammed it down outside my front door just as I was opening a bottle of antacids. The reason for that was that the health bars had been spiked with some unknown toxic chemical that causes me to experience indigestion when I eat them. That was upsetting for me, to put it mildly, because I’d had such high hopes that I might have found a product that would be safe to eat.

* I used to enjoy listening to music in my car when I was out driving around, but all that changed because of being targeted. Gang stalkers in front of me step on their brakes and make their brake lights turn on in response to certain song lyrics that are playing on my stereo. They know the lyrics to all the songs I have on CD, so all they have to do is signal the car ahead of me to step on the brakes at the exact instant the targeted lyrics are being sung.

For example, they did that to me one time with one of my favorite songs. One line in the song goes, “The thing you love … is killing you.” That’s a concept the mind-controllers have tried to reinforce with me many times. In other words, they’re trying to make me feel guilty for finding out the truth, telling the truth, writing about the truth and loving the truth. But it’s not the truth that’s killing me, it’s people who are trying to cover up the truth who are killing me. Still, when I noticed they were doing that to all my favorite songs, I had to stop listening to them. Now I just listen to classical music or instrumental music so they can’t use the lyrics against me.

* I’ve been involved in three car “accidents” that were staged by gang stalkers. The most recent one happened in South Carolina last summer when I was on my way to Myrtle Beach. I was coasting up to a stoplight, going about 15 or 20 mph, when the car behind me slammed into mine while traveling about 30 or 40 mph. I suffered whiplash injuries in the crash and went to a chiropractor for treatment.

I don’t often travel far from home, but occasionally I feel like getting away for a brief vacation and a change of scenery. The mind-controllers don’t like it when I do that, so they decided to send me a message on that day, which just happened to be my birthday, June 30. I know it wasn’t an accident because the woman who was driving the car made no attempt to stop her car as she plowed into mine. She claimed the accelerator stuck, but there were no skid marks on the pavement, there was no sound of tires screeching and there was no indication she had applied the brakes. Also, her last name was Goodman, which was yet another reference to the fact that I’m being targeted because I’m a “good man” and I chose to be good instead of evil, despite being born into a satanic cult with a long family tradition or worshiping the Devil.

* One objective of poisoning my food and drinks seems to be to cause cancer. They constantly make references to cancer in an attempt to intimidate me and cause me to feel anxiety about my health. For example, I receive unsolicited mail and phone messages from the American Cancer Society and various other cancer-related groups, including the Mayo Clinic, as well as from local funeral homes. And I receive unsolicited offers from life insurance companies, despite the fact that I already own life insurance and I’m not interested in purchasing additional coverage.

After I got blacklisted from the newspaper business, I was working as a customer service rep at a small office in Indianapolis in the summer of 2005. In the men’s restroom, there was gigantic poster on the wall, all about cancer. I believe it was placed there for my benefit -- or should I say detriment.

* Another objective of the project seems to be to drive me to suicide. One gang stalker at work even showed me how to do it. As I mentioned before, I was surrounded by gang stalkers at my last four places of employment. When I was working as a customer service rep in 2005, the gang stalkers in my immediate vicinity got to talking about suicide one day. One of them told the story about how she had witnessed a suicide in the street one day. Then she turned to me and said, “This is how you do it. Place the gun in your mouth and point it up toward your brain.” She used her hands to demonstrate what she was talking about. I got the message.

Another time the conversation at work turned to local satanic cult activity. One girl mentioned how she’s been in the woods and seen altars and candles and other evidence that it was a place frequented by local cult members. Again, another form of harassment and attempted intimidation.

* I was falsely accused of sexual harassment while working at my last newspaper job for asking one of my co-workers if she’d like to join me for a cup of coffee or a drink after work. This was someone I’d worked closely with for years and thought was my friend. In fact, she asked me out first, and we’d already gone out together a couple times when I asked her. The human resources manager launched a full-scale investigation of the alleged harassment incident and determined the complaint was invalid. But despite being fully exonerated, I started getting the cold shoulder from all the women in the office after that happened. They started giving me dirty looks and refusing to talk to me.

* My work was sabotaged by one of my co-workers on the design desk. My job as a copy editor was to check over the pages before they went to press and make sure everything was OK. I would give the final approval while standing next to one of the design editors who had the page up on their screen. This one particular night, I gave the OK on a page, and after I left, the design editor substituted the wrong story for the one that had been on the page when I approved it. The next day, one of the city editors berated me for approving the page, and I didn’t understand how I could have made such an obvious mistake. I didn’t realize until later that I’d been deliberately sabotaged as part of the conspiracy to get me to leave.

* I was also mobbed out my previous job at a newspaper in suburban Chicago. While I was working there, I started having trouble with women in the office. Now I realize I was the victim of a deliberate sabotage campaign called mobbing (emotional abuse in the workplace), described in detail on the web site,

Usually it would happen this way. An attractive young woman in the office would start flirting with me and giving me the idea that she was interested in going out with me. Then, when I tried to pursue her, she would act as though she was offended that I would even ask. After that, I would get a lot of cold stares and bad vibes from various women in the office, which was designed to make me feel anxiety and remorse, I'm sure.

Taken individually, all these incidents may not seem so traumatic, but when they happen every single day, day after day and year after year, they begin to pile up and wear you down. You feel overwhelmed by all the evil people in the world.

Annie Earle, a licensed clinical social worker with more than 25 years of experience as a psychotherapist, was quoted in “The Hidden Evil,” Mark Rich’s book about the covert war. “Targeted individuals are subjected to a level of stress that the average American cannot even imagine,” she said.

The covert psychological torture that targets experience is identical to what East German targets received. Markus Wolf, who was hired as a consultant by the U.S. Department of Homeland Security after a long career as the chief of secret police in East Germany, noted that the "psychological effects" of the Stasi's harassment campaigns "were probably more damaging, ultimately, than any physical torture would have been." The hiring of the ex-chief of the Stasi to consult for Homeland Security also coincided with a 2004 White House push to recruit over 15,000 citizen informants to help counterterrorism investigations. Wolf and his Stasi shadow loom large over the Department of Homeland Security he helped shape.

Also, the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists noted in its July 1, 1999, edition: "For many, the discovery that their best friends or their own family members were betraying them to the Stasi was worse, in its own way, than torture in an internment camp."

Before I got targeted, I used to enjoy working. I was involved in work that was interesting and rewarding in many ways. I’ve always loved finding out the truth and telling the truth, and that’s why I went into journalism. I wanted to make a positive impact on society by giving people the information they need to make informed decisions, and also to fight against injustice.

But after I was targeted, I was blacklisted from the newspaper business after working for more than 20 years as a reporter and editor. The only jobs I was allowed to have were in workplaces that were heavily infiltrated by gang stalkers who harassed me all day long.

I hope this gives you a clearer picture of what my life has been like these last 10 years, and why it's important to prosecute the people who are responsible for this atrocity and put them behind bars so they can't do this to any more innocent, defenseless people, ever again.

Tuesday, May 07, 2013

Attempted Murder at the Grocery Store

Something is going on the United States today that has grave implications for freedom and democracy in this country, and the only reason I even know about it is that it's happening to me. This is reportedly happening to thousands of people all over the United States, but even if it's just happening to one person, it's still something that shouldn't be allowed to happen in an allegedly free country.

I am being poisoned by grocery stores and restaurants in the community where I live, and everywhere I travel across the U.S., I find it almost impossible to buy food and drinks that are not spiked with some unknown substance that apparently is designed to cause cancer or some other dreadful disease.

The same thing is happening to this guy, so I'm not the only one being poisoned to death by grocery stores:

And there's lots more about this atrocity here:

Gang Stalked by Devil-Worshiping, Homicidal Sociopaths

Just to give you an example of what it's like, I stopped at Frank's Roman Pizza, 339 Sardis Road in Asheville, N.C., and ordered a draft beer recently, but before serving me, they had to change the tap. Apparently they weren't fully prepared for my arrival and had the untainted tap still in place. Sure enough, when I finally got my beer, it tasted awful and gave me a headache.

That's usually what happens when I order beer in a bar or buy it in a grocery store.

It really doesn't seem to matter where I go, everyone participates in the conspiracy. I don't know about you, but I find it alarming that thousands of employees of grocery stores and restaurants are accessories to murder and seem to have no compunction whatsoever about it. That does not bode well for the future of this country.

Since no one has ever explained to me why I've been singled out for this particular form of harassment, I can only guess. From what I've read on the Internet, other people who have been targeted for state-sponsored harassment have discovered that a slander campaign has been conducted against them in the community where they live. They're accused of being a child molester, terrorist, drug dealer or something of that nature. I can only assume that's what's happening to me as well.

In my case, there's not an ounce of truth to any of these allegations. I think I was targeted because I'm an honest person who was doing my job as a journalist and exposing corruption in the CIA, the FBI, the military and other government agencies.

Instead of being poisoned to death, my fellow citizens should hold me in the highest esteem and give me a parade down Main Street with marching bands, female baton twirlers dressed in skimpy outfits and lots and lots of confetti. I should be honored with medals at city council meetings and thanked profusely by ordinary Americans for helping to protect their rights. Mothers should ask me to kiss their babies. Instead, I get gang stalking and death by grocery store.

But the point I'm making is that even if I were guilty, or even suspected, of having committed a crime, I would still have the constitutional right to face my accuser. We already have a perfectly good system available in this country to deal with people who are suspected of having committed a crime. They're supposed to be formally charged and then put on trial. And if there's not enough evidence to charge them, they're supposed to be left the fuck alone.

The way things are now, if you do something that pisses off the criminals in government, such as exposing their illegal activities in the press, on the Internet or in conversations with other people, you're targeted for destruction.  See this:

And the naive, "patriotic" idiots known as gang stalkers who do the government's dirty work for them are only expediting their own enslavement.

Pretty soon, it won't be just political dissidents such as myself who are targeted for destruction. The morons who helped to destroy my life will soon find out that they will also be targeted in the impending global fascist dictatorship known as the New World Order.