Subject: DK's Experiences Of Being Controlled. Part 2.     Nov. 19, 2011.

  This discusses mind control.

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I may be mistaken about the intentions of the mind controllers
and from some points of view the whole operation looks like a cruel
exercise in experimental psychology and behavioural science. There
were many examples of psychological w-rfare techniques, all
deniable of course.
For example, you would enter some public place and, just as if by
chance, there would be an ununiformed local p-lice officer watching
a  video, where old-style pr-son-doors were slammed repeatedly and
where the guard would be rattling the keys expressively. On one
occasion, two pol-ce officers were pretending to beat up a guy, but
the way it was done indicated that they did it for the audience, i. e. me.

People from the public also took part in this kind of deniable
psychological wa-fare, for example a lady, with the looks of an
honorable citizen, would be driving a carriage with a little HIV-
infected kid in it, with a notice indicating that the HIV was caused by
a b-ood transfusion. I interpreted this as a form of deniable
harassment. First they make everybody beleive that an innocent
person is a d-ug dealer despite the fact that he has never even
touched the stuff and then they have everybody try to make him
commit -rug-related crime, finally they try to make the guy feel
guilty for the infected bl-od coming from dru- addicts that he
has supposedly caused. If I would have asked her she could deny
that there was ever such an intention. That this was just an
innocent little march, not aimed at anyone in particular.

But of course I never asked.

If you pick such an example out of it's context, you might argue
that a person who reacts like I do when I interpreted her
intentions the way I did, is simply imagining things. Its nothing
there. It's just paranoia.
However in this particular case, it would be illogical to disregard
the context, arranged and unnatural like it was, every hour of
the day. In general, by design, it's difficult to prove it's there,
but if you have ever experienced that sort of deniable
harassment for any longer period of time, you will know. The
reason for this is probably in many cases that people tend to
reveal their feelings and intentions by their body language and
by unintentionally giving little clues. They may also feel uneasy
about taking part in organized harassment, even though some
euphemism for 'harassment' is probably used to describe it to
those participating. The true size of such an operation may
not even be known to more than a few persons in key positions.

This was just an arbitrary example of deniable harassment.
It was not done by a male rogue, but by a fine lady, presumably
with the best of intentions. ( I hold no hard feelings against her
or any one else of the people from the public who played these
little pantomimes. With or without d-ugs. But I don't want to
miss the opportunity, to point out that sometimes fine people,
with the best of intentions, can be used by machiawellian
organizers as excellent instruments of state repression.
The machiawellian mind can turn anything into a we-pon. )

It may seem very harmless to you now, but to me, at that
particular time, it seemed as if they tried to d-monize me,
and I was really scared, that the mind controllers wanted to
make preparations for a terminal event, in which I would be
left physically paralyzed in some kind of compromising
situation, involving dr-gs and all. The official explanation
would be that I had taken an overdose of something. I would
be left paralyzed, without being able to speak to defend
myself. And I would seem to be the kind of person who
caused little children to get HIV and who really got what
he deserved in the end. You may laugh about it, but at
the time this didn't seem like an entirely unrealistic
outcome. And I beleive that these brain implants can indeed
be used in that way. In this connection it should be
mentioned, that there exists openly available information,
which discusses other types of implants, probably of a much
simpler design, which by some experts are expected to
revolutionize (it's costeffective!) the handling of prisoners.
These

  1.. Can be controlled by satellite
  2.. Can be used to paralyze a prisoner if he moves outside of an
allowed region.
Another model, 'Sky-Eyes' is said to
  1.. be invisible in an xray scan
  2.. be easily implantable
  3.. Does not need a battery
Elsewhere in this site there are several references to litterature
on this subject.

Anyway, as I was taking photos of the ununiformed p-lice officers,
who recurrently turned up in the uncessant surveillance operation,
somebody among the organizers must have panicked a bit, because
suddenly I almost ran against a person with a strange appearance.
He wore glasses of an unusual kind. The glasses were very thin
vertically and colored. He was probably around 40 and his clothes
were normal making the glasses look very bizarre. One explanation
for using the glasses would be as a disguise, provided that the man
had such unusual features, that the shape of the eyebrows and
the eyes would be more easily concealed by such glasses then by
other equipment that they could find in a hurry.
Why would this bizarre appearance turn up there? He carried
two boxes, looking like old typewriter cases or, maybe cases for
sewing machines.
Something of that size. Each hand was occupied by the handle
of such a case and the man naturally had his walking legs
between the pair of cases. This means, that anyone who passed
this man on either of his sides would be exposed to the outer side
of the nearby case, while the man would not be exposed likewise.
This means that if there would be anything dangerous emanating
from the outer part of the cases, this danger would only affect the
passerby, not the man who was carrying the cases.

Here is my hypothesis: I beleive this man was carrying
two cases, each containing a radioactive substance, emitting
strong gammarays. By a press of his hand on the handle he
could make some shielding lid open temporarily and as the
passerby would pass him, he and his camera would be
exposed to the gammarays, erasing the camera film, while
the man who carried the boxes would be safe. I avoided
passing the man, since I suspected, this to be some kind of
trap. I was quite sure that this really was a high-tech
'camera k-ller', and I also decided it would be unwise
continuing to use the camera, since I figured I wouldn't be able
to defend myself against people who were willing to let
things go this far. In less than a day they managed to
destroy my film by other means, leaving a harmless part of
the film unaffected. The torture continued and after about
a week of mind-control horrors, they made it impossible
to have any kind of rest in my home. I left, but realized I
had nowhere to go. The few people I knew were gone for
vacation or I wasn't in any shape for running around to look
for them.

I ended up talking to some people at the hospital, and they
said 'You need someone to talk to' and as so often happens
for people subject to state repression, the only help they will
offer is psychiatry, I accepted it since there weren't many
other options left, being tortured in my home like I was.
Everybody knows that the psychiatrists will never dare to go
against the state and defend a person, who accuses the
i-telligence agencies of torturing him. I never mentioned
anything about an implant, but when asked, I did say that I
beleived that I was being harassed by some in-elligence
agency or antit-rrorist po-ice force. I figured such teams might
have access to otherwise classified high-tech equipment.

I took great care to behave calmly and only answered the
personnel on direct question. When they realized that I was
accusing the authorities, they suggested I should take their
fine medicine, and totally unprovoked, they also said frankly,
that they could use violence if I didn't comply. So much for
Sweden's human rights. Further the head of the mental
hospital, behaved oddly. He sat down by my side and made sure
our eyes couldn't meet. He looked straight into the wall. It
struck me that he looked really scared, as if he was under
pressure. I thought, maybe he had been given instructions
by the authorities. For whatever reason he behaved thus, it
certainly didn't increase my respect for psychiatry.

Many years later I have read about psychiatrists who really
beleive that the authorities do things of this nature, and that
some psychiatrists are afraid of being punished in the same
way if they tell. I don't think this was the case here, but it
wouldn't surprise me if they know about a lot of abuse, that
they never pass on, for whatever misdirected loyalty.

The learned helplessness experiment

My room-mate, during my 3-day sejour at the mental hospital,
was a psychotic, who got medicine that made him calm. He
stayed in the room when I didn't say anything, but when I did,
it wouldn't be long before he would leave the room for a little
while, and when he returned, he would, as it appeared, be
waiting for me to say something more. This somewhat odd
behaviour went on for a while, and I thought, that somebody
wanted me to think that my room mate was reporting what
I was saying to him.

Part 2.

John Winston.   johnfw@mlode.com