Tuesday, January 31, 2006


24b---Journal entry for January 1, 2003


You could choose your victims too. You could rent out your propery to an attractive female and then watch her every move. This equipment was new and it was unknown to everyone and since it 's unknown a pervert can invade someone's privacy and not take any risk of getting caught. For now anyway.

When her neighbor put it on her he'd wanted to try it out to show people how they could drive undesirables out of the neighborhood without getting caught. He also figured he could drive her to commit suicide and therefore get rid of the victim and keep it a secret. He figured wrong. She was strong.

They destroyed her life but not her will to live. Her purposes and goals had been derailed but she was always spiritually directed and believed that if she was alive God had a plan and purpose for her. At first she didn't understand and wanted only to be free of this. She begged and pleaded. She prayed. They wouldn't stop. Slowly, she realized she had to get word out. Then this could be destroyed.

The very thought of this was too frightening to think about realistically. But, in the context of Science Fiction, it could be the kind of thing many people imagine without becoming too paranoid to function. It had to become an idea before it could be handled by anyone. And it had to be understood in practical terms as well. The money factor was very important. Her neighbors were selling illegal privacy-invading equipment that could be used by both sexual predators and sadistic torturers. There are plenty of perverts in the world who would pay to be able to peep on other people without getting caught. Her neighbors could make a fortune selling this equipment to them.

After she moved out in 2000 she realized that there had been a change in the neighborhood right at the time of the hate crime. There had been all these new cars in Millbourne all of a sudden. Very strange. Her landlords' son told her a year later that there were always cars and traffic going in and out of their apartment all night long. He wondered if they were selling drugs. She knew they weren't. They were selling this equipment.

(In hindsight, knowing it's a government sponsored EMF weapons program -- they were probably training people to use the equipment)

Since they were Middle Easterners and Millbourne was an enclave for them she, as an American.was an outsider and therefore the perfect person to use for their target. Her open-mindedness was her undoing. This happened a year before September 11th, 2001. People weren't afraid of Terrorism at that point. When they attacked her she filed a criminal complaint against them claiming they were terrorizing her in her own apartment. People didn't care much. The D.A. wouldn't approve the complaint.

A year later September 11th happened. Now everyone knew about Terrorism. They still didn't know about this. She still had to try to get word out. She had to rely on her intuition. There was no way to do this if she thought about it logically. But she prayed to her God to guide her and that's all she could do. She had faith that God would work through her and guide her to do the right things and say the right things. She no longer feared public ridicule or even being thought crazy. It was bad to lack credibility since warning people and getting word out depended on her being believed so she had to be careful. But, if she ended up appearing deluded or insane, she'd still be okay as long as she tried to do the best she could.



She no longer took any of it personal or grieved her loss of life. She realized at some point, that every horrible tragedy that mankind had perpetuated on other members of the human race have always been acts of madness--never with reason.

Mankind--an oxymoron perhaps.

She used to be particularly annoyed at the thought that a bunch of stupid, ignorant assholes were going to be the end of her after all her hard work. But, when she really thought about it, there had never been a life that was ended by a good intelligent person for good sound reasons. The Jews at Auschwitz weren't put to death by good, upstanding citizens for good reasons. No, they were destroyed by the largest vigilante group of the century. Their reasons can only be analyzed over and over again. Hatred is always the killer. And hatred is always the child of ignorance and resentment. The victim is always the scapegoat of the moment. The crime always exists in the minds of the madmen.

Nietsche talked about Resentiment. A type of rage that builds up over time in the hearts of people who feel left out, powerless and invisable in life. The herd. The people who feel life is unfair to some and a losing game. They feel like victims, helpless and unhappy. They search for someone to blame their misery on. When the have-nots search for the source of their pain they look outside. They look at the ones who seem to be doing better. They focus this blind, inarticulate rage on the ones who appear to have what they lack.

Intelligence, happiness, wealth, faith, hope are all objects of envy.

The person who seems happy, content seems to have stolen their own peace of mind. Why are they at peace? But since they can't articulate these questions they feel anger and frustration. They want to kill the happy, peaceful, contented one. They want to make him feel the same pain they feel. They want to avenge their unhappiness.

So they build extermination camps, bonfires, crosses, etc.

After the gassings, after the witch-hunts, after the crucifixions, they feel a sense of peace. It's a shame they did that but after all it was not just me--we all did it. I'm sorry, it was wrong and shameful. I'll never do it again. After the bodies are buried they all go home and feel grateful for their lives. After all, they are still alive.

The intelligent, happy, content, faithful ones are dead now. Too bad it took their death for me to feel alive, but I do now. So now I'm sorry and I'll try to remember to count my blessings and not kill people.

Unfortunately her book idea, using the book as a vehicle to warn people in the book and also to use discussing the book to warn people, was threatening to them.

They decided to thwart her in her attempts to write it. They couldn't stop her from talking about it though.

Nirvanas' "You're right" just played on the radio.


24a---Journal entry for January 1st, 2003


New Year's day. They were still here. She still was being deformed. She just woke up and was drinking her first cup of coffee and wanted this year to be the beginning of her freedom. She had a clean slate and was determined to get her life back.

The last 2-3 years had been a nightmare.

In 2000 her neighbors of 7 years began to harrass her. By August she was at her sister's house. By 2001 she was at a friends. Mid-february she had her South Philly apartment. She thought they'd leave her alone then.

Here it was--almost 2 years later and her face was deformed.

They cut off her circulation to her face and neck--- and her ears were now deformed. Her legs, which were her best body part, now had veins.

She was in pain everyday and could barely get anything accomplished outside work. She worked about 6 days a week. She continued running but they cut off the circulation to parts of her legs to disfigure her.

She had been trying to get word out but it was hard to tell this story. No one knew this type of thing was technologically possible yet. She had told different people different parts of the story.

She told W. back in 2001. He didn't believe her. She had foretold how her ears and face would be deformed. S. had been told too. Here it was 1 1/2 years later and it was all coming true.

She knew if S. saw her now she'd know her face had in fact been damaged. Would she believe the story? She thought not but there would definitely be a question in her mind--always a weird doubt.

W. knew her face had melted down and he wondered if it was possible but since nothing could be done he just tried to forget it. He didn't want to think about it and if she mentioned it he ignored her. No one liked to hear about a problem they can't solve.

She told several people about a book she was writing. So she was able to tell the story without needing to worry about it being believed. This way the idea is now out in the world that such a thing could happen.

Now it was 2003 and she needed to do more. A terrible thing was being done to her and she needed to warn people so that others weren't destroyed like she'd been.



The whole horrible crime had been going on for at least 3 years that she knew of and she had tried to expose it without sounding crazy.

Unfortunately, this just sounds incredible, the technology and the fact that people could be that sadistic over such a long period of time. Anyone would find it easier and more reasonable to just think she herself was insane. She herself would prefer insanity. But her responsibility to protect innocent lives was clear. There was no escape from the truth. She had to expose this or others would lose their lives.

Her old neighbors were now selling this machinery to a bunch of low-life losers who could easily install it in any property they owned and then proceed to do horrible things to the unknowing victims who rented out their property.

She had next door neighbors who were able to get the people on the other side of her apartment to allow them to install the thing in the adjoining walls. They went to a great deal of trouble to talk this neighbor into going along with this. They lied about what they were installing--saying it was a type of surveillance device designed to invade her privacy audially. Their motive they claimed, was to drive her out of the neighborhood so the children wouldn't see such an unsavory role model. After all, she's cute, talented and physically healthy and strong--it might give the children the idea that homosexuality was a valid lifestyle or something. The neighbor thought about that and said "You're right. Go ahead and do what you have to do as long as you don't actually physically harm her."

So they began a neighborhood campaign designed to make her feel totally hated and despised by her neighbors. She figured this was "not physically damaging." They figured driving a homosexual crazy was no big thing since "they are already crazy anyway." So they went ahead and installed their machinery. Only it wasn't surveillance as they had described. It actually was a visual peeping device.

See, they didn't really want her out of the neighborhood because she was gay. They wanted her out of the neighborhood so they could use her as the model when they showed their product to the perverts they wished to sell their machinery to. Her neighbor was using her to demonstrate what their product would allow anyone who owned it to do to unsuspecting tenants in their own homes.

So, to put this on her took alot of cooperation from surrounding neighbors but if someone were to buy this all they'd need to do was to own property and install it in their walls. It could be done to anyone who rented an apartment.


23.---Journal entry for December 12, 2002


After the meeting, she said goodnite and no one heard her. She used the bathroom and came back into the lobby. They still hadn't left and she knew she had to try to get through to someone once again. She spotted Leonard talking with Mark and knew she might not be able to have her chance as they were in the middle of a conversation. Then Mark said "Goodnite" to everyone, as if he'd read her mind.

"Hey Leonard, I was wondering, I'm trying to write this book and I was wondering if you'd find this interesting."

"Really! What's it about?"

"Well there's this single woman and she's living in this apartment---alone, and her neighbors go up on her roof and in her walls and put some futuristic-type of force field on her--some kind of electromagnetic MRI type of technological thing and then proceed to deform her face and ...."

"Oh Science Fiction you mean?"

"Yeah, yes. Science Fiction--yup."

"Great! I love Science Fiction!"

"Oh good. See she has this problem--she wants to warn people but it would sound crazy, so she tries to find other ways to tell people but without actually saying the truth."

"Sounds interesting, I'd like to read a short draft of it sometime when you've got one."

"Well I've worked on it a bit but until I figure out how she solves the problem I can't finish it. See she's deformed and people notice it but she tries all these different ways to tell them without actually coming right out with it."

"Well, they do it over time so no one can tell right?"

"Well no. Yes, it's over time but in the space of a year she ages about 25 years so it is noticable. But, yeah, it is over time kind of..."

"Well, that's a good story."

"I'm trying to figure out how to make it interesting, exciting since it is a gory plot and could be dull if I don't find a way to keep it believable somehow."

"Well, you just have to make the character, herself, someone who people will care about. She can't just be just some run-of-the-mill forgettable person."



"Hmmm, I'm not sure what you mean? Make people care about her..."

"By making her real---fleshing out her character so well that the reader cares about her because he feels like he knows her. How she thinks, feels...."

"Oh like...I get it. Yeah, I know what you mean. So far the dialogues have been like that---alot more interesting since the conversation reveals the personality. Thanks. That's very helpful. Now I'll just keep writing til the different ways she tries to warn people work because I don't have the solution yet."

"So, she's warning people. Like a Martyr I guess."

"No, not like a martyr. More like a heroine. Since no one knows the technology exists she has to find a way to let the police know so they can keep it from happening to other innocent people."

"Oh, I see. Well I'd definitely like to read an outline and may be able to get some writers I know take a look at it too."

"Are you a writer?"

"Oh no. I just know some writers in this book club I'm in. But I'm sure one of them would read over an outline. I do like Science fiction so it'll be fun for me."

"Thanks. I'll work on that editing and get it to you when it's ready."

"Okay, see you."


As he walked away she wondered if he had any feeling about this conversation being way more than it seemed. No, she thought, but he did give her some good advice. She would have to get to work and try to write a good story that would be read.


22.---Journal entry for September 6, 2002


She began to tell people just about a year before. She was at an art opening and a woman there who had a couple of paintings in the show was talking to a friend of hers. She was an exotic looking woman and she asked her where she was from. Egypt.

My friend Marilyn said loudly "Tell her what you just told me."

"Alright" she said "There's a new evil device being used on innocent people and it's horrible." She looked away and her large brown eyes seemed to be full of sadness.

"What does it do?" the artist asked, she really wanted to know what could make someone get that look.

"They move next door to someone and surround them in their apartment and install an electromagnetic force field all around the victims' place. Then this field is focused to create a magnetic field--the technology is very new but is used in the medical field."

"Sounds really weird and farout, tell me more."

"Well, once they get the electrical field aimed at the person from at least 3 planes, usually through 2 walls and the roof, they force this intense energized field to attach physically to the person sort of like an MRI."

"You mean they actually install physical stuff on the roof?"

"Yes, the roof is easy to access since it's outside. And to get to the walls they have to actually move into the adjacent rooms. If they are rentals that's not that difficult although it would take some time before they could install themselves there. Of course if they own the properties it would be easy."

"This is starting to sound really scarey."

"It's horrible, truly horrible. Once they get that field going, they actually can see through the person's eyes and watch their every move and all their private relationships as well. Can you imagine? They see everything you see--your family, friends, lovers."

"Oh my God. Do you know someone who's had this done to them?"

"Not personally but I know people who know people who know some of the assholes who have done this to people and they are the worst perverts. They watch the peson all the time and have all kinds of people over--their weirdo friends, to watch a poor person who has no way of knowing they are being watched like this."

"Where are they doing this? Not in Philadelphia I hope."

"Yes, it's here and in most large cities. It's new but they've made alot of money selling this crap to the rich sadistic weirdos."

"Oh my God! Oh MY GOD!!!"



"Do the police know?"

"Well, that I'm not sure of because it sounds so strange and if a victim knows and tries to tell it to the police they'll sound nuts."

"Can't you and your friends tell the police?"

"Well one of my friends told a cop friend of his and the guy said that if it's true that it's happening we'd need proof of wrongdoing before we could even get a warrant to search the walls. The only way to get proof of any kind would be if a couple of people who actually witnessed the machinery testified and we might even need the victim as well."

"That's really bad. What can anyone do?"

"I don't know but spread the word and perhaps at some point someone with that first hand information will step forward. Until then, say a prayer because they don't stop at peeping--they also are able to manipulate the body physically as well."

"Oh my God, you mean they could kill people with this thing?"

"Yes, and unfortunately they do worse than that. Some of them disfigure women--their faces, their bodies--uglify them."

"OH MY GOD!" She looked away sadly.

"I can't say much more than this--what they do to women is particular is so horrible it makes me ill to speak of it. What a world we live in--it's so sad. How can people have children after they find out that something like this exists in the world?"

"Well I will pray on it and hope the police find a way to stop this before they hurt alot of people--why do people want to do these things? It's really a shame."

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