South Carolina Motor Vehicle Repair Act

I am contacting legislators to get a law passed in South Carolina similar to what North Carolina that protects us consumers from scrupulous auto shop owners.

And I’ve made a petition at Care 2 petition site.

Please consider signing it.



The North Myrtle Beach Parking Problem

So why can’t the state allow parking in the medians at least during holiday weekends when beach attendance is more and allow 10 feet or so at the ends of the medians for safety.

Or why can’t the city simply purchase a couple lots in the area and make them public parking lots like many cities do.

And about the right of way along the road where people have planted bushes and the like. I thought right of ways were established specifically for utility upgrades or modifications and nothing should be installed to hinder the egress footage.

This problem is another example of poor planning where the current or former leaders should have realized beach attendance is high during the summer and that beach goers need places to park other than the 16 or so spaces available at the front of the dunes’ barrier strip at each street — and probably — for the want of real estate tax funds — allowed deeded property to personal buyers in lieu of providing parking areas for beach goers.

Fortunately, the new county chairman realizes many of these poor planning decisions and will seek to address infrastructure capability before yielding to the almighty dollar of construction contractors who just keep building and populating without having allowable sewage, water supply, and electrical utilities — and roads in place.

If the parking near the beach access entrances is not expanded, beach goers may as well seek out other areas to spend their time and money because they will have nowhere to park their vehicle, which is something regular news media will not tell you.

So check this out before you come!



The Beggar’s Pardigm

She was about 50 years old with gray streaked hair and a smidge that was  black and twisted on the top of her forehead on top of a very sweaty face on this hot day in Loris.

Standing in front of the store under the overhang where there was shade at the entrance, she had a smile on her face and she looked anxiously at me as I came towards her from the parking lot.

Dressed in black leg tights, a pink laced blouse that hugged her skinny chest, she continued to look at me as I walked from the parking lot to the store.

She was obviously looking to  beg for money to buy some more alcohol. but I didn’t know that at the time.

Her look attracted me; so I walked towards her and thought the least I could do was introduce Jesus.

“Hi there,” I said.

“Well hello.”

“Praise the Lord,” I exclaimed.

And she said, “I knew it. I saw God in you when you were coming at me. ”

“Oh yes, I love the Lord.”

And then she quoted some scripture, told me her name, and where she was from.

I responded likewise.

We talked some more and I gave her one of my cards with a book’s title God’s Divine Help on it.

And as I put my phone number on the card, the alcohol smell on her breath wandered over to me.

“You got to clean that up,” I said.

“I don’t have that much! Just a little! Hey, you got three or four more dollars?”

“I knew you’d ask that.”

And then her tears began to flow, as God had worked on her.

“I’m going to give you one of my books.”

And so I went to my car and got one of my blue devotional books and brought it back, thumbed through the pages and showed her to just find the subject and read the devotional with the prayer that will bring her out of her problem.

And then she was gone.

And so was my dollar.

But I trust God will fix her and bring her into a better situation.

And that’s what we do when we introduce God to the needy. Plant the seed and let God work.



T.I.’s Plea for Help

One is for I’ll call her gi, who is still trying to get her SSA approved and trying to get side jobs even though she’s targeted. And then she has the hurts like all of us.

I send her some cash every once in awhile until she can her SSA, but if anyone else can contribute please do.

You can send it to me and then I’ll send it to her (my address is 1382 Grandpa Ln. Loris  SC 29569) or I’ll give you a mailing address to send it to her directly (just call me for the address). She’s a wonderful gal and is regularly on the calls.


And then there is homeless dave down in Florida whom I’ve not heard from in awhile but will probably speak up soon, so probably ought to hold off on that one.



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Satan’s Influence over the Bible and Mind Control Words

Many people us believe that God’s word is strictly is without errors and that Satan is not in involved at all in the Bible — yet Satan’s numbers of 3-6’s, mind control words, and backward english translations such as dog, live, zion-noise, good, etc  . . . are everywhere indicating a disguised attempt to pollute the english language and defame religious words (God, evil, etc . . . ) And then we have the number issues that are connected with human computerized targeting:  John 3: 16, 3-6 mark of the beast, 66 books of the Bible, and there are multiple other popular scriptures with the 3-6 tag.

Extending the list of mind control words are “beam” in the eye, which vciims know is a form of electronic surveillance — sacrificing your body for God’s reasonable service in Roman 12 smirks of human sacrifice (when it should be offering your services).

Worse is when God is supposedly talking from heaven with words such as “my Son,” which us guys know is a form of pulsed electromagnetic radiation waves modulation to a person’s voice box and making him think God is talking. Notice also in scripture that a cloud is present when this language occurs ( for transmission).

Included in the vocabulary of remote electronic mind control words are “suicide, what time is it?, hungry?, telephone, vehicle, etc . . . .

If a person doesn’t realize it’s not their own thinking, they easily act out the commands, and many times commit crimes or break the law.

This pavlonian type system might also send pain to an individual if they don’t obey the command.

And yet our leaders do nothing as people kill without cause, sexually targeted people commit lewd acts, etc .

There need to be laws against this electronic targeting and pollution from antennas.

The FCC does nothing to resrtict and eliminate the harmful radio waves or the word translations. The EPA does nothing to restrict radiation fields, and the Justice Dept. won’t get involved.

So many people are suffering from this radiation, and worse, commit violence, resort to drug use (which will not help), or even commit suicide.

God help us and eliminate the antennas, and may someone find out the adverse energy is originating from (probably long distance) and stop the sonic waves, radio waves, and any other radiation that is interfering with the human nervous system.

Feds Argue for Death Penalty Against Mr. Council Despite Movie Influence

According to the Sun News yesterday on 4/4/18, the federal dist. atty., in South Carolina filed argument for the man M. Council to receive the death penalty, because he killed two bank tellers in Conway a couple years ago and showed no remorse.

Incidences like this particular murder however usually indicates mind control programming was taking place, and in many cases, against Christians, like the two wonderful tellers at the bank, one who was actively involved in extending the kingdom of God in her church.

And Council confessed to having been inspired to rob this bank and kill from watching the movie, Get Rich of Die Tryin, a Paramount — MTV Film release of 11/9/2005. directed by Jim Sheridan.


Anyway, I haven’t seen the movie but it’s something about a drug dealer and obvious violence.

And we know the technology can influence people to do crazy things as a result of seeing such images from a movie, making them repeat the very things they’ve seen.

One could argue Council purposely killed to steal money at his own decision.

But more than likely, this man, with a background of crime, was influenced by the movie he saw, and thereby subjected to act out a plot that again persecutes innocent people by the mind control programmers the terrorists are hiring to carry out evil intentions against Americans and fulfill their insatiable desires to redeem their regenerative sins forbidding to humbly accept the sacrifice of God’s Son Jesus.

The real murderers, in my opinion, are not being held unaccountable.





News of the Persecuted in America


Victims Meetings in North America

Victims of stalking and electronic harassment are now meeting in more locations than ever according to  PACTS in Vancouver, Philadelphia, Houston, Seattle, Portland, Las Vegas, and Massachusetts – for moral support and trying to find ways to end unwarranted surveillance, harmful technology, and harassment, not to mention the invasion of victims’ homes, covert drugging, and vandalism by what seems to be an organized crime group.

Some people have been victims for thirty years.

Free Yoselyn Ortega

According to a New York Times article in Friday’s edition, a woman is on trial in Manhattan for killing two small children, that she remembers nothing about; however beforehand mentioning to her psychiatrist that she heard voices telling her to kill, which most victims know is some kind of technology by mind control programs sending pulsed microwaves to the head of the victim along with artificial electro-magnetic frequencies.

Hopefully, defense will include the technologies, which are patented – and  used with the insanity defense argument, but it never happens. And it’s sad the state will probably spend a ½ million dollars on this person for a life sentence in a jail or unit care when a 24 hour instruction on the technologies being used could fix her life so she could be productive.


Mate Problems


A lady on one of the calls stated she could not get her mate to understand what she’s going through – which is a common complaint among people because the perpetrators and their system tries to keep people apart.

About the only solution is to introduce the technology a little at a time to the non-believer, in the form of easy to read reference material, which is plenty nowadays.


Book about the Crime


Frank mentioned he is writing a book about these  hidden crimes, taking it back to the year zero.

I always thought the crimes went back to the Book of Job, because Job had a lot of the same symptoms us victims do. And remember, much later,  Jericho was taken without a shot fired.


Start a Victims Group

Want to host a stalking and electronic harassment support group! Get on one the conference calls and tell the location, time, and contact number. Don’t suffer alone, if you are hearing voices, repeating music, getting stalked, or feel like someone is after you. You’re not crazy – someone is targeting you like a host of other people



There was a documentary on t.v. the other night about George Martin (the producer of many Beatles records), and he was sitting down with Paul McCartney talking about the song Yesterday, when they were having problems getting the arrangement right, when out of the blue, Paul said the words came to him.


Perpetrators would love to have us thinking about anything other than today.


Chapter 15: Persecuted But Not Forsaken Book: Mountain Refuge

Chapter 15 — Mountain Refuge

Rays from the sun awoke me as I found myself slumped over in the front seat of the car at a rest stop near Greensboro, North Carolina.

My goods were overflowing into the front seat, but the station wagon was a good thing; there was plenty of room for things important to me.
Groggily, I exited the car and took a walk—still wondering what I had been through for not only the last four years since I had left Cherokee but especially during the last month.

The knot on the back of my neck now was about an inch in circumference. I just figured it was from stress on the nerves, but knowing what I know now, I was more than likely implanted right before the energy attack occurred at the carrier case.
I got back in the car and drove five more hours to exit the familiar cutoff to Cherokee. This time, I would not be driving back.

Thirty minutes later I stopped at a familiar shopping center in Waynesville. It was dusk, and the view from the parking lot of the setting sun over the mountains was awesome. Lots of land was visible. As I scanned the horizon, I thought again about what had happened, where I was coming from, and where I was going. It all seemed so senseless and confusing.

Sitting there in the parking lot for an hour brought me painful memories: a hearse circling the house at late hours; the Virginia Beach policeman tailgating my car for two miles just after I visited the FCC trying to figure out who was following me, and the four men blocking the exit door in a small foyer when I was trying to deliver mail near the university; and there had been five times as many state troopers on the road the night I left with some state helicopter following me to the state line.

I got back in the car after getting a snack at the grocery store and drove over Soco to mom’s house.
I greeted her and then went straight to bed, but when I awoke, I still felt confused and dizzy.

I thought, Oh no, not again! This is the place where I always get better, not worse!

This is the place where I would come to get well from the wounds in life, and now someone has seen fit to come here. This is where I recovered from a debilitating leg injury and nursed myself back to health in 1981, and the place where I recovered from hernia surgery. The sound of the running creek below the front yard gave me peace, and the flowering trees on the mountainside shed their sweet aroma on me.

What is causing this?

I tried to put the aggravation aside and enjoy the day but the dizziness continued. As I lay in bed, an airplane could be heard in the far distance, something I had never heard before at mother’s house. Shortly thereafter, the room felt like it was swaying. I knew the disturbance was external.

I had great knowledge about how to heal naturally, but I would least make an appointment with a chiropractor in Waynesville to look at the knot on my neck.
And the doctor could substantiate why I left my job.

It would be more than just the planes that would be seeking my whereabouts.
As mom and I were driving her car to the chiropractor’s office, a late model black Ford car began to follow us. The car was quite noticeable in the middle of autumn on the Reservation four-lane highway where there’s hardly any traffic in November – before the casino came to town.

I slowed down, and he slowed down. So I stopped right in the middle of the road. He did a U-turn and disappeared.

Mom later told me the FBI asked for permission to conduct surveillance of her phone conversations, but this guy wasn’t a FBI guy.

Six weeks passed and I felt much better. The knot went down on the back of my neck and I began to eat decent food. But now I was in need of money, to make the support payments for Sarah.

The sick leave pay from the Post Office would help but I wanted to go to work somewhere but not in Norfolk after the murder attempt.

Fortune came my way, and in early March, I got a temporary job with the local fire crew.

This only lasted three weeks but it did a lot for my morale after what I had been through. I was physically active again, and I started back to church.

And then in April, I was able to get a seasonal job with the Park Service.
By letter, I quit the Post Office after an argument about them not doing enough to protect me from direct energy attacks as I was casing my mail.

Someone had used direct energy on me at that post office; I was disturbed while carrying the mail, and then saw fit to manipulate the Inspectors to harass me.
I should have figured something was going on when one of the carriers suddenly went down with a pinched nerve and went into surgery, and then arrived weeks later with a brace on his neck. He was their practice guy. His case was about five cases down from me, and he had been in good physical condition.

And then new supervisors were brought in from other cities. These supervisors I did not know, and they began to treat me roughly, going so far as to hide behind bushes and catch me driving my postal vehicle fifty yards with my door open on hot day to give me a ticket and take my license. They took me off my regular route and put me on a walking route – right behind the Post Office – where the perpetrators could continue to target me from the apartments in back of the Post Office.

Sensing I may be coming to Cherokee one day, I had bought a small lot just across the Reservation boundary about three miles from mom’s house. I had already installed a septic tank.

Anyway, I started building a shed.

One day while working on it, I received a call from the Park Service on the telephone I had connected: they offered me work in the summer months.
This job was something I really needed, for there weren’t many decent paying jobs around Cherokee.

I started working at a campground.

And then I bought a mobile home. It wasn’t much of one, but it would be mine and I could shield myself somewhat better than if I was at mom’s house.

After getting my trailer set up, I was still receiving pulsations hitting my body. Trying to determine the source, I bought several pieces of electronic equipment, and one day, while listening to a Citizens Band radio, which only picked up broadcasts nearby since mountains surrounded the trailer, I heard, “He’s got a radio!”

I then suspected someone at the Recreational Vehicle Park just below my trailer 100 yards was now monitoring me. Searching my trailer perimeter later, I found a stash of stomped out cigarettes behind a bush fifty yards away from my kitchen window.
One of the things perpetrators do is loosen wires like the neutral and ground wires or disconnect them from their proper places and put them near a hot wire – where pulsing will occur throughout the circuit. I doubt it’s a coincidence 18 serviceman died over in Iraq from electrocution, some in the bathroom shower and others in a swimming pool, from a report I read.

It’s bad enough radiological frequencies are disturbing the human nervous system through regular household wiring and the smart meters, for many victims have proved that.

And you would also want to make sure your electrical panel is bonded to a good ground. If you are in question, have the resistance composition of your soil checked out to make sure there is a good ground.

For what it’s worth, I’ve wired houses from start to finish, having been schooled at a vocational school in Norfolk while attending the tenth grade.

Anyway, the targeting continued. Air Force planes would suddenly appear out from the sky and come down over my property, with emanations cutting off my ground fault electrical breaker and causing severe pain to my body.

And whenever I traveled, a small plane would appear just as I arrived somewhere or went somewhere – I presume to get my coordinates.

The harassment was so bad one night, after I had been at the trailer for a couple of years that I called my friend Miriam and asked if I could spend the night with her.

She agreed, and I was so thankful.

(I sure would appreciate anyone reading this if they would go on Amazon books where my book is listed and give a positive review, unlike the one a perpetrator gave to try and stop me from getting this story out.)


Opiod Lawsuits Are Vain for Saving Lives

While the States’ opiod lawsuits may recover costs for community services such as EMS, Law Enforcement, and insurance companies, they won’t stop the disorderly conduct of individuals, suicides, sicknesses, and murders that are taking place from pyscho-tropic drugs and the root of all evil — combined mind control technology in the form of radio frequencies operating through the electrical grid, smart meters, and communication towers that are spread out over the nation.

For townships to save money related costs of drug usage, just look to the cell phone companies and sue them to rid of the antennas that are emanating artificial energy and causing disease, confusion, and addiction to drugs.

Antennas must come down — as the high images of the past did when God intervened and brought down lofty idols that people were worshiping and bowing down to.

Our God is a jealous God who will not take second place to such false worship because he loves us.

God in the Wilderness

God is not only in church but in the wilderness.

Consider his plea to an Egyptian ruler regarding the Hebrews: Let my people go, that they may serve me in the wilderness (Exodus 7: 16).

And we know Jesus went to the wilderness to pray in Luke 5: 16.

At the far western end of North Carolina lies a forest — that has been untouched by loggers, hikers, or rock hounds (gem hunters).

It’s quite an amazing sight to see if you appreciate natural beauty, but if you expect to see clean cut trees, smooth walking paths, and a blue sky peeking through the tall hemlocks, you’ll be disappointed.

This is a forest with decomposed tree limbs and trunks overlapping each other along clear streams, watery musty bark residue covering the ground, and it is very dark throughout.

Our spiritual lives may be as such: things seem to be dark and there is no hope.
But like the forest, know that God is available and can be seen in the dimmest of times.

Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, a light unto my path (Psalms 119: 105).

May we open the word of God to see which is the right way.

And if we have sinned, find Jesus.

In him was life, and the life was the light of men (John 1: 4)