Let’s imagine for the moment, that we can peer into the future. Not too far. Perhaps fifteen or twenty years. By that time, there are possibly millions of members of government-sponsored citizen watch groups worldwide that operate gang-stalking and directed energy surveillance and torture operations in industrialized nations. Secret police organizations consider this a way to punish dissenters and “undesirables.” In fact, no matter what city you live in, every apartment complex and every neighborhood block has at least one representative of a gang-stalking organization in residence.

Now imagine that you are perhaps a thirty-something-year-old, working for a branch of one of the major corporations in a mid-sized city. Your mother has been a proud member of one of the gang-stalking groups for over twenty years. Yet, you disagree with their ideology, and never joined. Well, one day, in a casual telephone conversation at work you make a very unflattering remark about a powerful local politician. The call is picked up and recorded in a wiretap by the local branch of a government security agency. The comments in that call make their way back to that politician. Not liking what you said, he secretly retaliates. He calls a friend who heads one of the local citizen watch groups, giving him your name. As a result, that same day, you become the target of 24 hour surveillance, directed energy weapons harassment and gang-stalking.

By this time in future history, most licensed businesses have at least one representative of a citizen policing (gang-stalking) group employed. In fact, most companies are now under covert pressure to give preference to members of gang-stalking groups. It is considered a pro-security, patriotic gesture to do so. In reality, it creates a network of gang-stalkers that infects business and organizations at all levels. Now that you are a target of one of these groups, the full impact of their wide-ranging influence becomes manifest. It insinuates its cruel hand into every facet of your life. Suddenly despite an excellent work history, you are treated with contempt by your employer, who happens to be a member of a national civilian security group. In fact, you are harassed and bullied to the point that you quit your job. Neighbors you had a good relationship with for years begin to shun you. Some would like to keep your friendship. But they are under pressure to support the stalkers. You see, their children will be harassed in school by gang stalking classmates and teachers if they don’t cooperate. Out of concern for their own safety, they sever your friendship and begin to support the campaign of harassment. Your resources, both emotional and material are quickly depleted. Many members of your own family begin to shun you. You begin to think about suicide. You become bitterly angry. The persecution, sleep deprivation, psychological and physical torture intensifies. They will not stop until you are destroyed.

The arguments over what has happened to you strains your family to the breaking point. Your mother, a long-time supporter of gang-stalking now sees for the first time the extraordinary damage done by the organizations she has faithfully supported. Rifts develop as family members blame her for what has happened to you. Yet, she too is helpless. If she were to show any support for you it would put her own security in peril. She too would be targeted. The truth is, neighborhoods, cities, entire countries are now in the grips of a hidden fear. No one can be trusted. The person that triggers your persecution could be your sixteen-year-old cousin, or the guy working in the next cubicle. The extraordinary power of the governments to monitor and track every citizen has made life a fearful routine. The facade of “freedom’ remains in many nations, but the deadly stench of oppression seeps through its’ cracks. Formal justice systems become weaker and more corrupt as they are abandoned for the “quick-fix” that gang-stalking and related schemes seem to provide. A police state mentality and informant culture more subtle and pervasive than any in past history takes root in industrialized nations and matures.

Is this glimpse into the near future improbable? The technology and organizations to make this possible are in full operation today. And, gang-stalking and directed energy torture is being practiced in numerous industrialized nations. Persons who engage in and craft these cruel intrigues are short-sighted. They do not think of the corrosive, long-term effects it will have upon society. It will make the world far worse for their own children. Honestly, it is not a question of whether or not this scenario will occur. It has occurred, and will only get worse. In the next fifteen years we will be facing the question of what will destroy us first: Mans’ inhumanity to his fellowman or the collapse of our ecology. Unless God himself steps in to stop man from his self -destructive course we are headed for certain disaster!

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.

I often use the word “victim” in my writing to describe my role as a target of long term secret police tactics (including gang-stalking) and torture with through-the-wall weapons. However, my use of that word may be a bit misleading. The truth is, I lead a meaningful, productive and happy life in spite over ten years of covert psychological and physical torture. My health is not compromised by the psychosomatic effects of bitterness and stress. Perhaps most importantly, I have not been seduced by my antagonists’ efforts to dominate and control my thinking and actions. I have resolutely rejected the seductive call of violence, spitefulness, and petty hatred. I stand as a powerful example before the criminal psychologists, weapons developers, and sociologists behind my persecution. They may understand the criminal mind, but cannot fathom the noblest of qualities such as integrity, courage, and humility. While my abusers can rightfully be accused of a myriad of injustices stemming from spite, hubris and cruelty, they cannot point to a single incident of retaliation. I have not even uttered a word of profanity in their presence. Does that sound like a helpless victim to you?

The qualities and principles I live by have served me admirably. You will often see references to Bible principles and characters in my writing. It is the best guidebook for coping with any adversity. I have not handled each situation perfectly, nor should I be expected to. However, taken on the whole, I have become the victor, not the victim. My adversaries have willingly given themselves over to the practice of cruel injustice without a struggle. I have resisted the unremitting call of barbarism and malice. In no way have I adopted the thinking and behavior of my enemies. Each days’ struggle in this regard has been met and overcome. That is true victory! In the light of this truth, who would you say is the real victim?