March, 31, 2008 - Today, about 6:35pm, one member of a group of gang-stalkers following my vehicle in traffic had a collision with a motorcyclist at aprox. 6:35 PM in front of 2040 Cactus Rd (Cactus Place Apartments, near Cactus Rd. & 21st Avenue, Phoenix, Arizona 85029. The “gang-stalker” a middle-aged woman of Hispanic descent was driving a red Chevy Cavalier as seen in the photos. She drove abruptly out of the entrance of 2040 Cactus Rd. (Cactus Place Apartments) and struck a motorcyclist passing going westward on Cactus Rd. I was in the center turn lane on Cactus Road, adjacent to the car wash near the corner of 19th Ave. I had pulled into the center lane to allow other vehicles with “gang-stalkers” to pass by. They were engaged in a common practice of what I call “drive-bys.” This involves having one of their vehicles repeatedly passing mine in coordination with pedestrians on the street (they are often planted by the gang-stalkers and part of their team effort). Evidently these actions are designed to impress upon their victims how any contact with others is controlled and prevented by the gang-stalkers. Or they may simply surround my vehicle in traffic to control my speed and movement as a form of harassment. Also, they will drive with very high beam headlights (commonly called brighting) aimed at me as a form of harassment (these appear to be special bright headlamps installed just for this harassment). Typically, they are guided by an airborne team manager (usually in a helicopter). As a result, I make an effort to avoid them with maneuvers to avoid contact or avoid participating in their petty traffic games. One common tactic I employ is to pull over and allow their “caravan” to pass before preceeding as I did today.

The woman driving the vehicle was evidently “scheduled” to drive out of the driveway to coincide with two pedestrians passing my car. Evidently, she nor the persons directing their harassment did not see or time her actions with the motorcyclist correctly. I saw this as it occurred from my rear-view-mirror. I turned around and drove back. The motorcyclist look dazed but did not appear to be severely injured. I am certain that the motorcyclist was also a part of the “gang-stalking” unit who had a case of bad timing. A firetruck quickly drove up to administer aid (evidently from the fire station on Cactus Rd. less than a block away). As you can see from the photos the car driven by the gang-stalker sustained moderate front end damage from the collision. The woman driving the Chevy Cavalier was on a cellphone and shouted to me as I drove by: “Did you know you caused an accident?” Of course that is not true. I was a block away from the accident. She struck the motorcyclist as a result of her own bad timing and rushing to join the group of gang-stalkers following me.

Police and a firetruck were quickly on the scene to administer aid. A light Ford truck, Phoenix Police license #G776BW and Phoenix fire truck license #G944CB were on the scene. I have a record of other vehicles on the scene as well.

How Would You Feel?
How would you feel knowing that someone who has become your persecutor suffers calamity? Would you gloat over his misfortune? How should I feel in this instance? I know that gloating, or taking any pleasure in another’s’ suffering is wrong. Even if that person is an enemy. Do you remember the illustration of the Good Samaritan related by Jesus Christ (Luke 10:29-37)? In that parable, a Samaritan on seeing a Jewish man abandoned and helpless after being robbed and beaten on an isolated road comes to his aid, going out of his way to render assistance. What made this such a powerful example is the fact that the Jews despised Samaritans, treating them with the sort of contempt a Klu Klux Klan member would reserve for hated minorities. The Samaritan refused to gloat at the misfortune of someone who normally was his oppressor. Rather, he did what he could to render assistance. He did not adopt the hateful attitude of the misguided Jews of his day. That nobility of character is no less vital and essential in modern men.

To gloat over an enemy’s misfortune would make me no better than the gang-stalkers. My survival, indeed my daily victories over these cruel campaigns comes from refusing to mimic the pettiness, spitefulness and cruelty that drives their actions. If I was in a position to, I would have rendered aid to that fallen cyclist, regardless of what he had done to me. I cannot allow the weaknesses of my enemies to become my own! “Return evil for evil to no one. Provide fine things in the sight of all men.” - Romans 12:17

The term millimeter wave can be used interchangeably with the term microwaves. Microwaves are a form of electromagnetic energy, or radiation. In frequency (rate of vibration) and wavelength, microwaves fall in the electromagnetic spectrum between infrared rays and radio waves. The term millimeter wave is descriptive of the wavelength of a microwave (one millimeter).

There are two kinds of electromagnetic radiation: ionizing and nonionizing. Ionizing radiation includes, at one end of the spectrum, X rays and gamma rays. Nonionizing radiation, which makes up the rest of the spectrum, includes ultraviolet light, visible light, infrared rays and radio waves. (And it is between the latter two that we find “microwaves.”) The terms ionizing and nonionizing denote an important difference. Ionizing radiation is capable of dislodging electrons from atoms, creating electrically charged, highly unstable, and chemically reactive atoms called ions. In other words, ionizing radiation invariably damages cells of living tissue and can cause genetic mutations. Any exposure to this kind of radiation, however slight, involves some degree of risk.

Microwaves, on the other hand, are nonionizing energy. They are much less powerful in effect and do not have sufficient energy to dislodge electrons from atoms, which is why man has felt relatively free to utilize this form of energy for its beneficial advantages. The military, by far the largest users of microwave devices in today’s world of electronic warfare, employ microwaves for such things as tracking and scanning radar, guidance systems for nuclear missiles and antimissile missiles, range finders for tanks, and for eavesdropping. We are perhaps most familiar with the in-home use of microwaves to power ovens in the kitchen.

“All truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to discover them.“ - Galileo Galilei

How do you feel about your right to privacy? Suppose your neighbor possessed technology capable of remotely recording detailed images of you in your home, through your walls, through your clothing? What if that technology could be used indiscriminately, without the control of laws or search warrants?

That is now possible! Surveillance tools are currently being manufactured that have the following characteristics:

• The ability to see through walls, and most common construction materials. The ability to generate detailed through-the-clothing images of individuals in the room or home under surveillance.
• The units can be operated remotely from a nearby home or apartment.
• The units can track movement, and monitor speech, heartbeat, pulse, and other bodily functions remotely.
• The units can provide precise distance measurements for targeting individuals under surveillance with weapons.
• The units are portable, silent, and can be disguised or hidden in a typical residential home or apartment.

Surveillance technology with these capabilities have been commercially available for the past ten years. However, it has only been in the last five years that details regarding it have become widely available. Why? Because the companies who manufactured this technology previously for covert purposes have rushed to remarket it for the lucrative new anti-terrorism / homeland security market that occurred after the 9/11 terrorist attack. However, these surveillance tools have been quietly marketed to law enforcement agencies since their development.

You may already be familiar with this technology, and not be aware of it. When your luggage is inspected at an airport, it may be scanned by security devices that “see” through your belongings to detect the shape of a gun, knife, or other weapon. That device may use Millimeter Wave technology. Millimeter Waves (see box below) are a form of non-ionizing radiation that can be used to create a see-through image not only of luggage, but also of a fully clothed human. In fact, the image it creates, in effect, strips you of all clothing.

Millimeter Wave X-Ray Image of a tractor trailer truck carrying auto parts. Courtesy AS&E

In the November, 2003 issue of National Geographic Magazine, a special series of articles on surveillance entitled “Watching You” commented on the “x-ray” imaging ability of millimeter wave (or backscatter x-ray) devices by stating that “privacy concerns have sent the creators back to the drawing board in search of a way to blur bodily details.” Interestingly, the author coined the phrase “Virtual Strip Search” to describe this technology. The New York Times Magazine of Jan, 4, 2004 in an essay entitled “Naked Terror” had more to say regarding millimeter wave “x-ray” technology. The author, Jeffrey Rosen coined the phrase “Naked Machine” to describe these devices. He writes: “A kind of electronic strip search, the Naked Machine bounces a low-energy X-ray beam off the human body. In addition to exposing any metal, ceramic or plastic objects that are concealed by clothing, the Naked Machine also produces an anatomically correct naked image of everyone it scrutinizes.”

The ability of this technology to render highly detailed through-the-clothing images of the body is also commented on by a leading developer of the technology, Pacific Northwest Laboratories (PNL), a division of the United States Department of Energy. “With the system’s success came questions about its potential to display the unclothed physical features of a person being scanned to the operator running the machine. Since 1997, PNL scientists have been addressing this potential privacy issue by reprogramming the system to give the operator a view of only concealed items, and not the person’s image.” - Department of Research Energy News. Clearly, Millimeter Wave Imaging (see article What Are Millimeter Waves) provides highly detailed, through-the-clothing images that can be useful in covert, remote surveillance. However, can this technology be used to see through the walls of homes and apartments? If so, is there any evidence to show that it is being used for that purpose by law enforcement agencies? And, more importantly, what weapons are used in conjunction with these surveillance tools? We will consider that in our next installment.

Additional Reading:
Application of Millimeter Wave Imaging to Post 9/11 security uses
Wired Magazine article: “There’s No Place To Hide”
Air Force Research Laboratory Request for Quote on Through-the-Wall Technology for use by law enforcement officers.
Transportation Security Administration Article on Use of Millimeter Wave Technology in Airport Security

The Victims’ Diary:
The Motives of the “Scowler” - An Update In Light of Current Events

What purpose did the “Scowler” serve? That is a question I harbored for the ten years of abuse I have endured at the hands of Federal agents since his appearance. When I first wrote chapters two and three of BadExperiment.com seven years ago, I assumed that this incident was connected to a criminal investigation. That was what I was led to believe by the comments of a fellow tenant. However, in the light of what has transpired since that time, I now know better.

I believe that the incident involving the “Scowler” was part of a period of pre-surveillance by the Federal agents / military personnel who have since victimized me by long-term testing with covert microwave (millimeter wave) and acoustic through-the-wall torture technology (also known as Directed Energy Weapons or DEWs). This was a form of pre-qualification work done to test my suitability for their long-term involuntary torture tests. Since I did not respond violently, nor make much “noise” about the incident, they evidently concluded that I could be controlled, and would be a “suitable” candidate for long-term covert involuntary testing.

Evidently, I qualified in a number of ways:

1. My peaceful nature would not make me an immediate physical threat to the testers. I typically seek a peaceful way to resolve differences with others. Evidently, that is viewed as an exploitable weakness by my abusers. Also, I am not the sort of person who quickly and loudly complains. These traits makes a victim easier to control and silence during long-term abuse.

2. I lived alone, away from my family (I had moved to the Pavilion Apartments in Newark, NJ less than three months before this incident occurred). This is an important qualification as it is much easier to isolate, discredit and control a victim if they are isolated from family and other support systems.

3. I am a Black male. It is very easy for the torturers, using their ties to law enforcement, to cast doubts about the character of their victims. Such slander taps into the common prejudices of American society. By doing so, they effectively isolate a victim from his neighbors, who come to view him with fear and suspicion. I’ve come to believe that the neighbor who told me that I was under a “criminal investigation” in the “Scowler” incident was serving the interests of the torturers. If they could convince me that I was under criminal investigation, my voicing such a complaint would further damage my reputation and credibility, and make what I am experiencing seem justified in the eyes of others. There is quite a bit of acting and role-playing done by the agents involved to convince the torture victim that he is the target of a criminal investigation. However, as the years wear on, the act becomes unconvincing. What law enforcement agency would spend over ten years and the resources of a number of agencies trying to level a minor drug charge against one individual? It is a cruel hoax designed to maintain control of the torture victim.

When I had first applied for residency in the Pavilion Apartments in Newark NJ eleven years ago (where it all began), I was shown and received a seventh floor apartment. However, on the day before I was to move in, I was told that seventh floor apartments were no longer available. I was assigned a sixth floor apartment. I really wanted the seventh floor apartment for the view. However, I could not cancel my plans to move, and accepted the sixth floor apartment. My later experiences now show why this change was made. It allowed Federal agents to use the apartment above, below, and adjacent to mine for surveillance and later, covert testing with through-the-wall weapons. As my experiences have repeatedly shown,the Federal agencies testing these weapons exploit their connection with law enforcement in working with the management of inner city apartment complexes. In effect, they are creating virtual laboratories for testing covert weapons technology on innocent tenants.

Hurry back for the more of the ongoing account of government testing of through-the-wall torture technology on Americans in the next episode of “Bad Experiment”

The Victims’ Diary: “The insight of a man certainly slows down his anger.” - Proverbs 19:11

I came home from work that day’s end full of apprehension and fear. What was the “Scowler’s” next move? As I entered the Pavilion’s lobby, all seemed unnaturally quiet. It was empty except for the usual security guard. No “Scowler”. . . no onlookers . . . no drama.

However, before the evening passed, I received my first clue regarding the identity of my antagonists. I imagined that the management of my residence was harassing me for some unknown reason. Perhaps they were converting to co-op’s, and wanted tenants to vacate their apartments. . . Maybe someone in management simply did not like me. . . Was a slanderous rumor being spread about me by a hateful neighbor? These were the only plausible excuses I could come up with.

“Hey man, how’s it going? Listen . . . stay clean, because they are out to get you in the worst way . . .” So began the brief but revealing conversation that focused my thoughts on the source of my persecution. I was the target of a criminal investigation! For the past few months more than a few among the Pavilion management and fellow tenants were aware of this.

Living in the starkly postmodern Pavilion Apartments, sheathed with floor-to-ceiling glass windows was like living in a literal glass house. However, I “lived in a glass house” in the metaphorical sense as well. People knew your business pretty well here. They knew when you left for work and when you came home; who your friends are; what you do on the weekends . . . If you indulged in any vices they certainly knew that too. Yet, within that small community I had rightfully earned a good name. I worked honestly, and lived quietly. I believe that it was my good name that prompted this acquaintance to warn me of law enforcement’s interest in me.

The idea that I was the target of a criminal investigation was actually a bit of a relief. I was relieved that my landlord had nothing to do with this. I loved my apartment and did not want to move. I had no worries about a criminal investigation. I had never engaged in any form of criminal activity. I was certain that their investigation would only validate that fact.

The evening proceeded quietly. The dark drama I experienced earlier was like a strong dose of caffeine that began to wear off. At around 11:30 that evening I went to bed hoping to capture some of the sleep stolen from me the night before. All was quiet . . . but not for long. At exactly 12:00 midnight I was rudely awakened by a sudden eruption of clamor from the apartment above! They’re back! The Scowler (or his henchmen) had returned!

This assault was a perfect replica of what I endured the night before. The noise, stomping, and loud profane voices bounced off my bedroom walls. I now faced a second night of stolen sleep and harassment. What should I do? If law enforcement agents are my antagonists, what would happen if I called the police to complain? I did not want a confrontation, just a good night’s sleep.

Forced to lay awake for the second night in a row by this assault, I began to analyze my situation. This scheme was not the improvised efforts of a ragtag group of local police officers. I sensed that it was a well-crafted, thoroughly rehearsed technique that reflected expertise in psychology and surveillance. The participants knew their roles well and stuck to a script.

Rather than beat me physically, they were seeking to beat me by attacking my emotions and injuring my pride. I had been rudely deprived of sleep for over 36 hours. Also, I was subject to a series of actions designed to humiliate me and provoke an angered response. They had also provided a target for my anger . . . the “Scowler.”

Sleep deprivation and psychological conditioning are techniques usually associated with the military, not law enforcement. I did not imagine that this was something taught in Newark Police Academy to local officers . . . However, it would probably be well known to Federal law enforcement agents . . . such as those in the FBI or DEA, two Federal agencies with branch offices in Newark. In fact, the New York Times has referred to the FBI as “quasi-military” in culture.

But why is this happening to me? Based upon what I was told, I was the target of a secretly conducted criminal investigation for at least six months (it seems that it was only secret to me). I don’t know why I was their target, but I do now what they found. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. In a rather odd way this situation was a source of great pride for me. I routinely lived by a standard of conduct higher than that required by law. I was not perfect, but I never engaged in unlawful activity. I took great pride in knowing that any scrutiny on their part would only confirm that. Perhaps this new “stage” of the investigation was born out of their frustration in finding any evidence of wrongdoing.

If they could push me to commit an act of public rage, preferably directed toward a law enforcement officer (the “Scowler”), it would create the perception that I was indeed the person they claimed me to be. It would appear to onlookers that my anger was entirely unprovoked. I would look like a dangerous nut! Were they putting themselves and fellow officers in harm’s way with such a scheme? No, not really. From their surveillance, they knew that I had no weapons of any kind. Nor was I a trained combatant. I was simply one unarmed, innocent man. Also, as I later discovered, there are a number of plainclothes and uniformed officers never more than seconds away who would respond to any foolish act on my part with overwhelming force.

I needed a strategy to successfully cope with this scheme. Therefore, I made two key decisions that evening that have proven to be extremely wise over the past six years of harassment.

First, I decided never to view my antagonists as enemies. In fact, I determined never to allow myself to develop any anger towards them. Why not? Because, a primary objective of this harassment was to condition me to adopt an adversarial view of law enforcement officers. I refused to do so. I have always respected law enforcement officers and would continue to do so.

If I allowed anger and bitterness to overcome me, it would only be a matter of time before I lost control. Indeed, exploiting this basic human frailty is a central component of their psychological harassment. They sought to distress me until I responded in a fit of rage. Any hostile act on my part would instantly be met with incarceration or overwhelming force. They had the law on their side. They had to right to “retaliate” with deadly force–I did not. Therefore, I never allowed myself to feel any anger toward them. It would only be self-destructive in the long-run.

My second decision was this: No matter how far my antagonists stepped outside the law, I would not follow. As you will see, this investigation is conducted in a way to make it almost impossible for me to gain relief under “the rule of law.” I would rather undergo persecution than do anything illegal to end the suffering or retaliate. I had to show respect for the law, whether they chose to, or not.

Anyhow, let’s get back to the “Scowler,” who was hard at work harassing me in the upstairs apartment. As morning approached, I knew that I had to face him again. But I had a plan. If the events of the past morning held true, the “Scowler” wanted to make a spectacle of me . . . again. Fine, I will be a spectacle! But not quite the way the “Scowler” imagined . . . At 6:30 AM I began to prepare for another day’s work, not having slept for two nights in a row.

I decided to dress for my audience with the “Scowler” and his onlookers. I choose my best suit, a well-tailored lightweight charcoal wool pinstripe that I usually reserve for important meetings or interviews. Along with that I selected a perfectly starched white Pima cotton shirt and a silver foulard silk tie. I also took a bit of extra time polishing my best cap-toe oxfords. I completed the outfit with a white handkerchief carefully folded in my jacket’s breast pocket.

As I left my apartment and approached the elevator that would whisk me to the drama waiting in the lobby, I began to smile to myself. The “Scowler” wanted an out-of-control Black thug. Instead, what he would get is a smiling, well-spoken, well-mannered, tastefully attired Black professional. And what’s more, I was going to be shaking hands, kissing babies and working the crowd like I just won an election!

The elevator stopped at the lobby and the doors slowly opened. And, as expected, there was the “Scowler!” I strode from the elevator with a big smile, ready to work the crowd. But, there was no crowd . . . the “Scowler” was the only person in the lobby. He quickly averted his gaze as I strolled past him. I was a bit disappointed. I really expected an audience like yesterday . . . not just the “Scowler.” I said nothing to him and proceeded on my way to work.

I was feeling good. As the day progressed, I thought about what could have happened had I lost my temper that morning. Even though the “Scowler” appeared to be alone in the lobby, I’m certain he was not. His fellow officers/agents were no doubt hiding in the background ready to pounce if I “acted up.” Also, surveillance cameras were carefully recording every nuance and gesture. I had won the battle for that day. By keeping a cool head and thinking things through, I had avoided danger.

I never saw the “Scowler” again. Yet my trials were just beginning . . . What I have experienced over the past six years revealed a side of law enforcement you never see portrayed in the movies . . . and for good reason, as you will soon discover.

What I was led to believe regarding a “criminal investigation” proves to be a deception! Get the truth in the next installment, Clearing Up The Deception

I am The Victim, and this is the first installment of my diary . . .

It was about four months after moving into the Pavilion Apartments on Broad Street (Newark, New Jersey, USA) that I first saw him. One late summer day, after arriving home from work, I noticed him by the convenience store on the first floor. He was a white Hispanic, perhaps in his late 30’s, dressed in nondescript street clothing. His one dominant physical trait was an intense, piercing scowl. I could feel the heat of his stare as I waited for the elevator. “Why are you angry at me?” I wondered to myself. I had never seen him before. Yet, his piercing scowl insisted that he knew me. However, he said nothing. After boarding the elevator, I quickly forgot about him.

In the days immediately following, I began to see the “Scowler” more frequently as I entered and left my residence. He would always be in the lobby or just outside the main entrance. His furrowed brow and ill-tempered glare were always focused on me. I did not recognize him as a tenant, nor did he appear to associate with any tenants or workers. Yet he always had that scowl . . . never saying a word . . . this was getting weird.

One day, I came down to the lobby to use the pay phone. I was having problems with the phone in my apartment, and called for repairs. My call, it seemed, had attracted the ill-tempered attention of the “Scowler.” He stood about ten feet away, trying to follow my conversation. As always, he said nothing as he stared. I finished my call and left wondering who this man is, and why he seemed so interested in me. Little did I know that a chain of events that shortly followed would draw me into a confrontation with the “Scowler.”

After retiring one night soon afterward, I was suddenly awakened by an incredible level of noise coming from the apartment above mine. The racket was intense. There were shouts, cursing, banging on the floor, stomping . . . a real production. It seemed that each time I started to doze off, the cacophony would became even louder. This went on from about 12 midnight to four o’clock in the morning. Up until this evening, I had never heard a sound from the apartment above mine. In fact, I thought it was vacant. The noise seemed purposeful, intended to harass. It was focused directly above my bed and appeared to be the work of at least two or three individuals.

I wondered if I was the target of harassment. And, if so, why? I was a good tenant, quiet . . . my rent was paid . . . I had made no enemies I knew of . . . This was bizarre. However, I decided not to react too quickly. Perhaps I was making more of this than I needed to. I did not call the police or complain to the building management. Maybe it was an isolated incident that would not repeat itself in the future.

I got up at 6 in the morning, sleepless and tired, to prepare for work. All was now quiet. I showered and dressed. After leaving my apartment, I took the elevator to the lobby. The elevator was empty and immediately available. That is unusual for this time of the morning when the elevator is usually packed with people rushing to work. Perhaps what happened next explains why.

Upon leaving the elevator, the first face I saw was that of the “Scowler.” He stood directly in my line of vision and blocked the path I take to exit the building. The “Scowler” wanted my attention. His menacing gaze was, as always, focused on me. Standing behind him were about seven of the maintenance workers in the building, including the Superintendent. It seemed that they had formed an audience for just this encounter. The “Scowler’s” mouth had a crooked, self-satisfied grin that was both mocking and challenging. Still, he said nothing . . . However, it was clear from his stance and countenance that I was being lured into a confrontation.

The noisy harassment of the past evening started to flood my thoughts. Was the Scowler responsible for the harassment I had just experienced? It seemed logical to connect his sudden appearance with that event. What was the intent behind all of this? Who is this “Scowler?”

What would you do if you were in my shoes? You are tired, robbed of a good night’s sleep, and suddenly face someone whose hostile attitude and menacing stance suggests that he is responsible for it all. How do you respond in that instant? Would you accuse him? Have harsh words? Lose your temper? Could it escalate to violence? Also, what would be the consequences if you acted rashly, emotionally, without thinking first?

In the fraction of time it took me to take my first step out of that elevator, I said a quick prayer. That is something I always do when under pressure. That prayer instantly brought a small proverb to mind; “return evil for evil to no one.” (Romans 12:17) By the time I took my third step towards the “Scowler,” I was smiling. I knew how I should should respond. I greeted everyone with a warm “good morning,” navigated my way through the maze of individuals and exited the building. No anger, no accusations, no lost temper.

As I walked, all eyes seemed to follow me to the door, especially those of the “Scowler.” I felt a strong sense of relief, knowing that I had responded wisely. I also had the feeling that I had foiled a nasty scheme. But who was my antagonist? Who is the “Scowler?” Was he involved in the harassment I experienced the night before in some way? If so, than I had just survived a sophisticated psychological attack. If I had acted rashly, on impulse, it would have instantly destroyed a good reputation I enjoyed among my neighbors. I both marveled at the sophistication of this attack, and wondered about its intent. I also wondered if it really was an attack or merely a string of coincidences.

It proved to be no coincidence. You see, the “Scowler” would quickly make his presence felt again. And, I would receive my first clue to his identity. Read about it in the next installment of my account of involuntary testing with covert through-the-wall torture technology.

“The roots of contemporary psychology are in war and defense efforts,” - Steven Breckler, head of the American Psychological Association Science Directorate.” - Mother Jones magazine, 3/08.

That quote provides an insight into the motivating forces behind emerging schemes that attack the mind and emotions of civilians such as gang-stalking and torture with directed energy weapons. Modern psychology as a science “owes a great deal to the armed services and their desire to fight wars of the mind as well as the body.” In fact, the military has historically been the largest funding source for the social sciences. Since the 1950’s, “countless psychologists have done their graduate work on military-funded projects.”

As a victim of directed energy weapons (DEWs) and gang-stalking, I realized from the onset that my fight is not against individuals but, rather, a psychological campaign. Occasionally, I have observed well dressed, academic observers at a distance keenly observing my reactions or consulting with my harassers. No doubt, they are the social scientists, criminal psychologists, or psychologists who are developing these cruel psychological attacks. As military weapons and methods continue to spill over into civilian life, psychological abuse and remote torture may well become commonplace.

An old Latin fable, The Birdcatcher And The Snake, carries a powerful lesson for any who make a practice of gang-stalking, torturing, and willfully victimizing others. I have provided the English translation below. The fable is a short but pithy warning tale for all who mistreat their fellowman.

A certain Birdcatcher went out into the woods, skilled at tricking careless birds with his bird-lime and his snares. By chance he noticed a thrush up in a lofty tree and he prepared his bird-catcher’s work the usual way. But while he was arranging the snare and hurriedly smearing on the sticky bird-lime, as he watched the bird, he pressed his heel down on a Snake who by chance was hiding in the grass, and he suffered a grievous death because of a terrible wound. As he was dying, the Birdcatcher said, “While plotting a trick for someone else, a lamentable business has caused me to perish carelessly.” Those who do not hesitate to torment others with ambushes are often accustomed to hurt themselves more than others. The person who is not ashamed to sometime carry out a wicked plan, that man is often harmed by his own deception - Hieronymus Osius (1575), translation from LatinViaFables.com

Is there truth in the lesson of this fable? While my observations may be anecdotal, I have discerned the self-destructive effects of making a career out of preying on others. Spiteful, cruel behavior is a form of self-administered poison. That poison produces pronounced psychosomatic effects. Hatred is hard on the body. Here are some general observations. Generally, they seem to age prematurely, and develop health conditions as a result of their work. Many of them have self-destructive lifestyles. Some who “live” in close proximity are observed to be heavy alcohol and drug abusers. Many of the younger participants seem aimless and empty. They are the saddest cases because they are the most exploited, not having the maturity to weigh the long-term effects of their collusion in these cruel schemes. It appears that their self destructive behavior is tolerated in exchange for their participation in gang-stalking schemes. I often wonder if children who come under state control wind up in these programs. None of them appear to come from stable households. One good example is the “family” ( a collection of adults and children who portrayed a family) in the apartment below mine in Albuquerque, New Mexico. They were employed in this program. There were teen-aged girls and boys in this “family” who spent their entire day wandering the apartment complex or playing video games. The only meaningful education they seemed to have was as participants in these harassment schemes. You never saw a book in their hands, they seemed never to be in school, and were up very late in the evening. Clearly, they had no parental supervision. Their adult handlers were not caring parents. One evening, one of the boys who appeared to be no older than 15 was up at 2:00 in the morning smoking marijuana with one of his adult “managers.” What kind of adults will they become? All of this tells me that these programs will exploit anyone. Life is cheap to the agencies that direct these schemes. Not just the lives of those they victimize, but also those they employ.

In my story you will read of one colorful participant who I named The Salesman in Newark, New Jersey. Part of his role was to mingle with my neighbors, gain their friendship, and slander my reputation. After a number of months he became comfortable with a few of the neighbors and began to drink and socialize with them. That was a big mistake. They began to complain that he became very weird and dangerous when he drank. As a result, he destroyed his own reputation, thereby limiting his effectiveness as my slanderer. Being a tormentor is weird. No doubt, his true colors began to show when he became intoxicated. Well, after more than a decade of observing these individuals I can concur with the truth found in the old Latin fable, The Birdcatcher And The Snake: Those who scheme to destroy others often become their own worst enemies!

As the days pass, the likelihood of finding an expose of the testing / torture of American citizens with Electromagnetic (EMF) Weapons in the major media increases. Until then, an excellent alternative news source is Project Censored, an online resource for newsworthy information and events ignored by the major media. They provide an excellent history of the research into electromagnetic (EMF) weapons and provide evidence that strongly suggests their testing and development on innocent, unwitting, Americans (EMF weapons can be tuned to be remote weapons of torture, bodily injury, and death). The article discusses the role of the intelligence community in the United States in research related human rights violations. It is worthwhile reading. Click here for the Project Censored web site (the article is a .pdf downloadable file.

IF YOU take a close look at the butterfly in this photo, you will see that its wings have sustained quite a bit of damage. Yet, that butterfly will continue feeding and flying in spite of damage suffered from predator attacks. In fact, butterflies have been observed going about their daily activity with up to 70 percent of their wing surfaces missing. It’s incredible that something that appears to be so delicate can live a full life in spite of suffering so much adversity. Similarly, many people can display a resolute spirit. Despite suffering from great personal hardships, they do not give up. Like the butterfly, they may appear weak or insignificant to the human eye. But they possess an inner strength that enables them to move forward.

This can be true of victims of psychological torture that includes gang-stalking and covert through-the-wall torture weapons. Their strength can be demonstrated by refusing to abandon high principles when facing the cruelty and spitefulness of their persecutors. Is such restraint an act of weakness or courage? A recent article in Psychology Today (April 2008, Second Nature) corrects a common misperception regarding courage. “It (courage) is motivated not by fearlessness, but by a strong sense of duty. People who behave bravely often say they were afraid at the time, says Cynthia Pury, a psychologist at Clemson University. But their principles forced them to take action.” Exercising restraint under a continuous barrage of aggravated provocation is a principled action that requires great courage.

The victims of long-term gang-stalking and related forms of abuse demonstrate a courageous adherence to Christian principles when they refuse to adopt the spiteful actions of their persecutors. They remain loyal to Bible principles such as “Return evil for evil to no one” - Romans 12:17. Such courage is an essential component of their success in overcoming the adversity thrust upon them.