Chapter 27 —Drone Murder
(Why Obama and C.I.A. conspirators to harm Americans in the U.S. should be jailed. No one in this country is safe as long as these secret drone operators are spying on our own people with intent to harm.)
Drone aircraft began to fly over my trailer regularly on the weekends every hour or so beginning about October.
Complaining to authorities did no good, and finally the conspirators accomplished their mission, keeping the area and me under surveillance for their forced drugging program.
On December 2, 2012, I found myself falling asleep in the living room. There was nothing I could do to stop the energy from making me tired.
I thought it was safe.
The drone airplanes and their electric motors were flying over the trailer all morning. I dozed off about 12:37 p.m. thinking everything would be alright.
But I awoke about 1:30 with signs of paranoia and tightness in my neck and fear that something dreadful had happened, especially after the subliminal word “anesthesia” during the morning.
The door was open, and I was scared to death
My mouth was dry. My forehead felt as it someone had scraped away my nerve endings. And there was an empty feeling in my head especially in the front part of the forehead area. The feeling was gone.
This time it was serious, so I went and looked for some clay to ingest to stop it, but it was in my bloodstream, and I tried some charcoal to no avail.
I couldn’t think, and I lay listlessly on the floor knowing they had injected me with a neurotoxin to my head again.
All the neighbors had been gone, and these perpetrators often attack on Sundays. Always have, and especially around the Thanksgiving holidays.
After a couple of days, I came to my senses:
It took me weeks to get some real thought back – the micro-chips blocking the blood flow to my head, and the sounds resonating off my nerves.
And I had just mentioned a few days earlier to a friend down at the beach how my nervous system was finally relaxing and the particles were coming out, after years of suffering.
I know the perpetrators heard me for sure.
This neurotoxin had gone straight to my brain to kill me, and to my optic nerve to impair me.
I now have all kinds of spots in my vision, the ringing in my ears louder than ever, and all kinds of black stuff around me ears. Encephalitis took over, and the inflammation swamped my head.
They’ve destroyed my life. All in an attempt to disable me, steal my equity, and defame my reputation.
Is this all because of two lawyers trying to hold onto their reputation from 1986 and trying to hide sin?
It was a year before I could drive around a lot of traffic at the beach because there was so much fluid in my head fighting off the toxins.
I have in my notes: three months later I am still sickened, but some of the polymer substances are coming out from around my face. I contacted several lawyers about this situation. One wanted a $50,000 retainer.
Another lawyer asked me why the CIA was picking on me. I told him the MK-ultra documents say they are attacking Native Americans and unwitting victims.
Drone activity immediately ceased that afternoon and thereafter after the attack, until three months later.
But I’m glad I called and complained, because shortly thereafter a bill passed the State Senate forbidding drones from gathering personal information from private citizens. I guess the lawyers understood what happened and got scared.
Seeing that I wasn’t dead or visiting the cancer center with all my implants, the perpetrators programmed an accident to happen that was near deadly about a year later.
On a Friday evening, a bicyclist had been killed by a vehicle just outside of town, and police were out taking measurements and investigating the scene the next morning, but they only had one blue safety light twirling above a patrol car sitting in the middle of the road.
I was heading out to play golf, and figuring I was in no hurry, decided to sit and wait it out. Several other cars ahead of me were.
I was a bit tired anyway from Friday night’s targeting.
After a couple minutes, I looked in my rear view mirror to see a car coming straight at me at 50 mph and not slowing down.
I had no time to do anything but duck and brace myself against the floorboard and seat back, and I just knew I would be dead or severely injured.
I don’t remember anything of the impact, but the driver of the oncoming car must have stepped on the brakes at some point because I was still alive, only 65 feet down the road on the left.
He had hit the rear right side of my car, and the back windshield had flown up to the front seat, and the trunk was smashed nearly to the back windshield.
But I was alive. My back and knee hurt, but I thanked God I was alive.
So I got out, limped around a bit to see if I could walk, and then went back to get my camera.
I figured this was a programmed event, and sure enough, the license plate read 293, which is a perpetrator targeting number. You will see this number often during the targeting events (plane accidents, etc . . .). This is real. I’ve mentioned the 6 upside down.
It’s a good thing I took pictures because the policeman who finally showed up about an hour later failed to record just where my car was after it was hit.
Then the tow truck wanted $250.00 to tow my car just a few miles, but he was obviously in agreement with the patrol officer, and what choice did I have.
Now I was really frightened to drive, still trying to recover from the toxin attack and now this, but somehow I was able to drive a rental car and make it through the next month until I got my car. And the rental car driver understood why I was bracing myself against the dashboard when she exceeded the speed limit.
At the time, I had taken a part-time maintenance job at a campground at the beach, so it was quite a drive across the area.
I had to quit after the accident. I tried going for a few days afterward but it was just too much stress.
Evil did not stop: the perpetrators tried to buy off one attack, putting $2,000 in an envelope in a used book at the Library.
I had gone to the discarded book shelf as I do occasionally to check out the latest deals: I found some books had just been put there about golf.
I opened one to find a creased envelope in the back of the book where a person could not miss it.
I actually thought it might be some additional instructional material. A bit curious and not wanting it to fall out, I put it in my pocket. I was going to get the book anyway.
As I grabbed the book, two women pretended to browse the shelves for a book just a few feet away to see if I got the book.
One was sitting on the floor, the other standing beside her, and they were obviously perpetrator conspirators confirming my actions to get the book.
Just in case they were co-conspirators, I turned to put the envelope in my pocket, slipped the book under my arm, and went to the checkout desk to buy it.
Once in my car, I put the envelope on the sun visor and forgot about it.
But opening the sealed envelope a couple weeks’ later revealed 20 crisp one hundred dollar bills in an envelope.
The perpetrators had tried to get me to open the envelope earlier as I drove by an electronic messaging sign near Route 57 on the way to the beach, for a message flashed: “Put the money in the bank.”
So what was the money for? Possibly because I sunbathe naturally to get rid of implants in a private room?
So maybe the perpetrator was filming or something. I don’t know.
I thought maybe I had left the torturers back at North Carolina until when I came home to the trailer one day and started cleaning out the cabinets – only to find items that were missing for nearly seven years suddenly appear. This has to be one obsessed individual to hold onto a person’s private property for that long.