A child comes home and lies on his bed. No one is home. His mother is at work. His father is at the hospital, poisoned, and they want a divorce from each other.
The room is dark – a solitary habitat for sleeping – and reading – with a little boy blue lamp under the covers to give light where there’s darkness.
The front door opens, and his mother empties her change purse to find money for bread and meat at the store – to avoid the refrigerator’s poisoned items. And the boy takes off.
The years pass. The divorce happens. And there’s a new man now, whose honeymoon with her finds Richmond, Virginia.
They know I’m alone. It’s dark, lonely, the stranger enters the bedroom, quickly applies the anesthesia and injects neuro-toxins into the kid’s Eustachian tube.
Upon waking, the pain is horrific: the ear pulses, with the microwave radiation stabbing at it.
The boy is now a MK-ultra victim: isolated, good-looking, intelligent.
That’s all it takes: one isolated room and one physiological neuro-toxin implant to destroy a life, backed by dark continuous funding of the U.S. Government from 1953.
School grades will go from outstanding to below average, friends will leave, and disease will take over, as the body tries to rid itself of the synthetic toxins. Songs resonate against boy’s pharynx and larynx regions of the neck, and there is an inability to concentrate.
Crime, sex, and drugs will try and now prevail over the child’s life. Sold under the microwave torture system of slavery.
But then came God . . . .
One hot and humid night, I walked up to the church and found the doors open.
I walked inside. No one was present, but the doors to the sanctuary were open, and the light from the foyer illuminated the aisle to the front of the altar.
I walked to the front, laid on the thick red carpeted floor, and my tears poured out – and my emotions to God.
And there was silence in heaven. I don’t know how long. I was in a trance.
And I saw angels descending coming out of the throne of God — and Christ on the right side, just as the Bible describes, and there was a great peace, as I was made into another person, just as the Holy Spirit does when repentance from sin takes place.
I found my life, and I found truth, as bad as it would be.
It happened sixteen years prior that dark morning when I was home alone sleeping, and then I began to understand
The victims want the U.S. Government to stop funding non-c0nsensual experimentation programs, eliminate implanting adults and children with radiological sensitive implants, eliminate the drone surveillance program and hold those people accountable who have participated in implanting and destroying people’s lives, and the victims want an apology, compensation, and all the targeting stopped.