TDC777 March 03, 2020
[Here is my detailed story I wrote back in 2020 about my experience on becoming a Targeted Individual. Some sites won’t link to Telegraph, so I wanted to get a copy of it here on Medium. Besides fixing some typos, I added some photos and more info with these brackets.]
[Here is the latest index of my TI blog posts.]
My name is Thomas D. Collinsworth. I was gangstalked even though I was minding my own business. I later became a Targeted Individual for exercising my freedom of speech. This is my story.
Est. Timeline:
2016 Oct — Moved to an apartment in Williamson County, TX
2016 Dec — Moved to a house in Williamson County, TX
2017 Mid — Gangstalked in Williamson County
2017 Oct — Gangstalked nationally/online because of a propaganda script found
2018 Nov — Targeted Individual in Williamson County [I meant electronic torture, not Targeted Individual]
2019 Jan — Targeted Individual in other Texas towns and in other states [I meant electronic torture, not Targeted Individual]
[Targeted Individual means you are gangstalked by a government program. So I was already a TI back in October 2017.]
Apartment Harassment
For the year of 2016, I had stayed between Ohio and Texas, between our home in Ohio and an temporary house in Texas next to Lake Travis, while we were trying to sell our house in Ohio to move to the greater Austin area for my dad’s work. I believe in October or November 2016, we got an apartment in Williamson County (north of Travis County) next to Lakeline Mall. Indigo Apartments. Oddly enough, it is in Austin, TX, but it is part of Williamson County, not Travis County.
Anyway, I was told by my parents the apartment office said if I stayed for a short period (2 weeks I believe) I didn’t have to do anything. But if I stayed longer they would have to do a background check for about $150. We stayed there for about a month or two before we left for a house and they never bothered us about it, so I never did the background check. As I didn’t have a car, I walked by their office just about every other day to go somewhere, so I obviously wasn’t hiding myself from them. One day, a lady was knocking on our apartment door while I was there alone. She kept saying “sheriff” or “geriff” or something like that while knocking. She was wearing a metal box clipboard like she was giving out tickets. When I answered she said she was just conducting a survey for the apartment. We reported this strange behavior to the apartment office, but they acted like it wasn’t a big deal. Again, they never brought up the need for me to do a background check. I assume they thought I had something to hide and thought I would be an easy target to mess with. I do believe, in hindsight, they reported me to the Williamson County Sheriff Department. Though, based off their body language, it was probably more for entertainment than anything else.
They were horrible. They never took care of our noise complaints and charged us the entire year lease even though they knew before we got the apartment we planned on staying there for only about a month or so until we moved into our house.
Gangstalking in Williamson County
Around December 2016, we moved to a house in Williamson County. While our address says Georgetown, we are actually in the unincorporated area of Williamson County. We were close to the crossroads of Ronald Reagan and the 29. The name of the neighborhood is Rancho Sienna. I noticed a Williamson County Sheriff Deputy van would often be parked next to a stop sign in our neighborhood, like he was waiting for someone to run the stop sign or do a rolling stop so he could pull them over. But he never pulled anyone over. I was forced to get an ID card for the neighborhood, which I got on January 6th 2017 (per my resident ID card). The office was in the community area which had a basketball court, picnic tables, a swimming pool, kid’s playground, and a gym. The person who took my photo for the ID, who I believed is named Greg, didn’t seem to like me very much, even to the point of being angry at me for no reason. I thought it would be wise to avoid him, so I decided to go to the gym only at nights. (Our paths did cross when he was jogging on the trails behind our house. I gave a friendly “hi” and waved, but he just gave me an angry face and showed a claw with his two fingers (?) like he wanted to hurt me. I guess I was right about him.)
Between early and mid 2017, I went to the gym one night like I had a few times before. The restrooms are outside. I used it and stood by the pool fence to watch the waterfall over the pool that is lit at night. Some jerk parked while shining his lights at me. I moved to get away, sat down, and continued to watch the waterfall. Out of the corner of my eye I see someone approach and they say, “Enjoying the view?” I turn to see a man with a handgun. It was in his holster. He was shaved to the scalp bald, tattoos on his left arm, and green shorts and a green shirt like he was going hunting. It freaked me out when I saw him as it was so unexpected at night and he had a gun. Then he asked me if I was by myself and before I could answer he got behind me and started yanking on the entrance doors to the break room. While I assumed he was private security or something, but he seemed extremely angry for some reason. He tried to open the locked doors in an aggressive manner like he was trying to break in or doing his best to scare me. I thought it would be best to leave the area. Instead of him finishing trying to open the doors (there were about 8 in a row), he stops what he is doing and he starts following me to the gym. Then he says, “I’m not scaring you off am I?” (I believe this was his true intention and said this to make it clear hoping I would just leave instead of facing more harassment from him. Unfortunately, I had no money or a car at the time so I couldn’t leave Williamson County.) Before entering the gym I said something generic back to him to break the tension but it was in a nervous voice. I worked out for a few minutes and I left to get in my parent’s car. Then I see a Williamson County Sheriff van parked in the parking lot with its lights on. I assume it was him and I believe it was the same van always at that stop sign. To be clear, he had no uniform on, no badge, and never identified himself as a sheriff deputy that day. I was forced to walk in front of his vehicle (camera?) to get into my car.
I told my parents that night what happened. We complained to the neighborhood management office the next day, since a complaint from them to the Sheriff department would probably be taken more seriously than from an individual, but they basically had an attitude that the deputies can do as they please and filing a complaint would be a waste of time. He ended the conversation saying, “Some people don’t like their methods.” I get the feeling they knew exactly what was going on.
After that, I was encouraged by my parents to NOT file a complaint to the Sheriff’s department as they feared it would only make things worse.
Later, I was called on the phone by my mom was while I was out of the neighborhood. She told me that it looks like the entire Williamson County Sheriff department is behind our house (we have a park/walking trail behind us) looking for something. It was weird.
After that day, a Williamson County Sheriff Deputy Van would just about always be parked outside our house. First it was right in front of our house. I told my parents about the deputies parking there vehicle outside our house and I believed it was to try to intimidate me, but they wouldn’t believe a word I said. He then started to park behind the mailboxes which is right in the middle of our main windows (our kitchen windows). At first, I just ignored it thinking that if they saw it didn’t bothered me that they would knock it off. Then one day, the deputy got out of his car. It wasn’t the bald one but a heavy set blonde man with a buzz cut. With a sadistic smile on his face, he was trying to force open some gates next to where he was parked [they were locked]. It was clear to me he was rubbing it in how the other sheriff deputy messed with me that night by getting behind me while wearing a gun and yanking on those doors. It was also clear I needed to start doing something about the situation. I decided to take a photo of where his vehicle that was parked behind the mailboxes and started documenting everything. After I took a photo of his van park outside my house, he didn’t come back for about a month.
(Between that time I did a reset of my phone and the picture went with it. I thought if they did it again, I could easily take another picture of the deputy van. That, unfortunately, proved to be very difficult in the future.)
Where the deputies would “hide” their vans
I thought that was the end of that as they probably didn’t want evidence of their bad behavior and would probably move on to someone else. But, like I just said, about a month later they started parking in the same spot again. This time, when I would reach for my phone to take a picture, they would floor it out of there. I’m surprised they never hit a construction worker. My phone was too slow for me to get a picture off on time. At night, there would be a black van (an unmarked Sheriff van?) that looked similar in build to the marked Sheriff vans parked in the same spot. I never took a picture of that as I would have to go out into the dark night, it was pretty far if you look at the map, with someone I didn’t know to do so.
However, I was able to get photos of the bald sheriff that followed me that day with a gun. I guess he lives in my neighborhood. I say that as I see him riding his bike there while wearing his gun. One day, November 29, 2017 around 3:40 PM, he stopped on the bike trail to stared at me while on the phone with an evil grin while I was working in my office. I went to another window and discretely took photos with my camera phone.
(The more I think about it, this is most likely a different sheriff deputy, as the bald one was pretty fit and this one has a gut. It is probably the fat blonde in these photos. The bald deputy, however, does ride around in our neighborhood with a gun. Me, my father, and my mother have seen him do it. And he likes to follow people while on his bike with an evil smirk.)
This is the angle I saw him at while I was working in the office.
Other odd things started to happen too. Construction workers (a lot of new houses were being built at the time) and neighbors would slow down next to me while I was walking the neighborhood and then rev and/or quickly take off. It would happen about 3–5 cars in a row when I walked one of the more major roads in our neighborhoods. Seems like they were still trying to scare me off. Don’t know if “scared” is the right word, but I think I felt more disturbed than anything else that people, anyone, would do something like this to someone they don’t even know. In one incident, a black truck floored it to a stop sign as I was crossing the street as if he wanted me to think he was going to hit me. I believe it was the same man who made my ID card at the office.
December 24, 2017 at 8:45 PM, my family while my brother and his fiance were visiting for the holidays we heard something like a a gunshot or loud firecracker go off in front of our house. The women panicked and opened the blinds to see a truck speeding off.
December 25, 2017, a vehicle kept revving its engine in front of our house (my bedroom is at the front of the house). I didn’t bother to look outside to see the vehicle as it’ll probably only egg him on and several vehicles do it to me while when I walk the neighborhood anyway and they continued to do it after that day.
While I was in Georgetown downtown, as I was crossing the street with a walk light giving me the right of way, a parked Williamson County Sheriff Van slowly starts driving forward towards me as I crossed as if he was going to/wanted to hit me. I gave him a dirty look, but he could care less.
Back while we were living in the apartment, my mother and I ate in downtown Georgetown at a salad/vegan place. My mother notes that the waitress seemed very happy when I was eating my salad. About two-three days later, I felt a tingling on my upper lips. Then I broke out with herpes. I’ve never had a cold sore before and I hadn’t been intimate with someone for years. I am fairly confident that the waitress in downtown Georgetown put something infected with the herpes virus in my salad dressing. I’ve never had anything like that happen to me before coming to this town/county and I believe it has mostly to do with sick behavior condoned by the culture in Williamson county/Georgetown, TX and, perhaps, in the greater Austin area. As they say: “Keep Austin weird” and this was all very weird.
I started to look into things and it appears I wasn’t the only person who the deputies have done this to:
I was concerned enough of the trouble these deputies were that I didn’t get a job while living there as I would have to drive everyday where I could be harmed by them. My concern turned out to be valid.
(With my dad’s job, the reason we came to the Austin area in the first place, wasn’t working out and it looked like we would moving to Dallas eventually. The Dallas area is where I grew up and I had other family, so the game plan was to get a job and a car when we moved there. I never thought this gangstalking would follow me there, but back to the story…)
Gangstalking Nationwide & Electronic Surveillance
On January 28, 2018, I left to California for a week to get away from it all. I thought about starting over there with what little money I had made as the town I was going to stay in was somewhat walkable since I didn’t own a car at that time. The Williamson County sheriff deputy parked his van in a weird place towards the exit/in the road as we left our neighborhood. He had never done this before when I was in my parent’s car driving out of the neighborhood. It was almost like a message to not come back. But how could he have known I was possibly leaving for good? It’s like he had been listening to our private conversations in our house…
After staying in California, I realized it would be way too expensive for me to live there, especially without a car nor being familiar with the city I was staying in, even though it was a small town. It seemed like the cops in that California town were also following me and pulling the same vehicle harassment just like the Williamson County Sheriff Deputies. Odd, they shouldn’t even know who I am.
When I came back to Williamson County on February 2, 2018 it was night time. Driving on Ronald Reagan coming from the airport to go home, there was a car waiting to make a u-turn on Ronald Reagan. The strange thing was, ALL his lights were off and Ronald Reagan Blvd. has no lights of it’s own on this part of the street. We kept driving and the car timed it just right… the car pulled out in front of us and slammed on his brakes. We had to slam on our brakes to barely avoid a collision. Then he turned on his police lights (!?!). While the car was unmarked, I can only assume it was the Williamson County Sheriff Department. That also means, since he was clearly waiting for me, they must have been tracking me on my phone’s GPS.
The few months before this, around August 26, 2017, I went to a Casino in Oklahoma for my birthday. I wanted to travel by foot and public transit and get away from Williamson county. I was hoping to start over somehow, but I realized it wasn’t practical without a car or without a good about of money saved up so I returned to Williamson County to my parent’s around the 30th of August. That’s when I decided to finally connect my Google account to my phone. (I had no idea my phone or anything in my house could have been hacked.) And that’s when the nationwide/Internet gangstalking started. Weird things would happen to my account like auto fills popping up on the wrong website and it seemed like random people on the internet would know everything about me (though, this reveal was very gradual at first). Unbeknownst to me at the time, it appears that my phone had been hacked for a while but I pretty much only used it for texting and calling (I used a different phone number/device to secure all my stuff with), but once I connected my Google account to this phone, which I pretty much kept everything on, they had access to all my online activity and documents.
I get the feeling, based off some details I won’t go into here, the Williamson County Sheriff Deputies hired a hacker to help me get into my stuff. I used a Chromebox (which as far as I can tell has never been hacked) for my computer stuff, so I guess they could only get access to my smartphone (which, based off of later research, appears to be often and easily hacked by government agencies). We later discovered we had some random anonymous devices connected to our WiFi router, which magically disappeared once we started to look into our router, and a lot of pings were coming from several Amsterdam IP addresses. It looks like whoever was hacking our network was hiding behind a proxy in Amsterdam and/or were neighbors connected to our WiFi.
Amsterdam, Netherlands IPs:
5.188.86.29
185.143.223.152
185.216.140.37
94.102.49.190 (Den Haag)
Here is the screenshot of a slice of the router log at a later date:
(Months later while visiting and helping my Aunt on my mom’s side in Las Colinas, TX, she claimed the next day that all her accounts got hacked. She has money so she had her technology company she hires for consulting to look into it. They claim it was hackers from Amsterdam. I didn’t say anything, but it was pretty clear to me it was the same hacker(s). I assume my cell phone’s mic was hot and maybe they targeted her because she had money.)
I’ve always kept everything very secure: 2-step authentication, use a different phone number from my main one for verification, only use a Chromebox or a Chromebook, and use long, random, and different passwords for all my accounts. It didn’t make any difference when it came to getting my account back. I assume it’s because they had the security token from the hacked phone (the security token keeps you from having to retype your password every time you use a different Google service) and combined it with some other protocol to stay logged in as logging out all my devices, resetting my password, new phones, new phone numbers, and new authentication codes made no difference, they still had complete access to my account. Either that, or I can’t help but suspect Google was giving some government agency full and secret access to my account and that agency was giving such information to the sheriff deputies who in turn was giving that information to their friends. [Microsoft executive Tom Burt complained to congress about the high number of “routine” secret orders for customer information.]
I know this sounds crazy, but even the local news seemed to be listening to our private conversations in our house. The things they would say and the graphics they would show, it just didn’t add up otherwise.
[This trend continued in Dallas/Lewisville. Tim with Fox 4 in particular.]
Finally, one day I see a green light blinking on our security cameras (which my dad likes to keep facing inside the house). It means that someone is on the camera watching you. I called my dad to see if it was him, which he said “no.” With my mom in the house, it must have been a hacker watching us on our security cameras. I took down all the cameras, and labeled them as evidence. While I am computer savvy, extracting the OS software and inspecting logs on an IoT device to expose hacking was beyond my skill set at the moment and I didn’t have the money to give it to an expert at that time. [Recently, in 2022, I had my iPhone do weird things like someone was remotely controlling it with a mouse and wanted me to know. Moving the screens and clicking icons, etc. with my fingers nowhere close to the screen. I assume it is Pegasus and will probably be uninstalled the movement I try to do something about it.]
Evidence bag front:
Evidence bag back:
It seems like I kept getting harassed by random people for what I had on my Google account and what I did and said in the “privacy” of my own home. And the Williamson County Sheriff Deputies would still park outside my house and follow me around as I walked the neighborhood through my GPS. Again, they would always make sure to speed off before I could take a picture or show up somewhere in the neighborhood unexpected. They would always let a good amount of time pass from the last “attack” (that’s what it certainly felt like) before they did it which would catch me off guard.
Besides the electronics stuff, other harassment continued with the neighbors:
On March 13, 2018 around 1:30 PM, I was outside watering my plants while across the street there was a meeting going on at the house on the corner. The house is used as one of the property offices for the builders. A Hispanic worker came out and kept saying “Hello. Hello. Hello.” at me again and again in a taunting voice. I just ignored it and went inside.
I forget the exact date, but around this time one of the construction workers working on the roof of a house down the street would scream “HEY!” at me for no reason whatsoever while looking in my direction. He seemed extra angry when he did it.
On March 26th 2018 around 7:30 PM, a neighbor, I think it was that blonde sheriff deputy that lives in my neighborhood, was just standing in the middle of the grass in front of the nature/walking trail behind our house and staring into our house. This lasted probably 5 minutes straight before I closed the blinds. He obviously wanted me to see him.
On April 8, 2018, the bald sheriff deputy came behind our house to go fishing (we have three fishing lakes back there) with his daughter. I was outside watering the plants. When my back was turned to him, he kept saying, “Hey buddy. Hey buddy. Hey buddy” over and over again. He would just smile at me when I looked at him.
Moving
In late spring/early summer of 2018, I stayed at my grandfather’s (on my Dad’s side) in the Dallas area (Lewisville, TX). He offered for me to stay there as he needed help with his medical stuff. Seeing it has an opportunity to get away from the gangstalking and all my dad’s electronics (computers with built-in web cams, Alexa devices, several phones, Apple watches, etc.), I accepted. Unfortunately, it seemed like the gangstalking and electronic surveillance followed me there.
One Lewisville cop in particular (a little, skinny Hispanic guy who always wears sunglasses [he might have been white, I talk about him in a later post]) will follow me in my neighborhood. I used to live in this same neighborhood while going to high school and I never saw a cop there, not even once, and now I’m seeing this guy all the time. When I get on my bike and do a sharp turn around, he’ll be right behind me and quickly turns away to hide. He’ll pull over cars to ticket them right in front of my grandpa’s house. He’ll park at the gas station near by and stare at me while my uncle is driving me around. Finally, his cop van and another cop van will park down the street from our house where we can see them. This didn’t stop until a year later (when I had my own car) and I was driving my grandpa back from vacation. That’s when those cop vans popped out of nowhere driving towards me. I felt very creepy and I don’t think they knew my grandpa was in the car with me and probably noticed the concerned look on his face. It seemed to have stopped after that. If they have still been following me with GPS since, they’ve been so discrete about it that I can’t tell for sure.
Now back to when I first moved to Lewisville…
While in Lewisville, I told my aunt on my dad’s side about all the odd things that had been happening, especially in regards to my phone getting hacked and everyone seemingly knowing what I talked about in private. She freaked out. She said she was very concerned because she knew I wasn’t crazy. She told me to document everything and that she was going to talk to her husband about it. Her husband, my uncle, had served in the US military. After talking to him, her attitude towards me changed. When I brought up the subject again, she told me, “Don’t tell me anything about it! I want nothing to do with it!” This shocked me as she was always extra kind to me growing up to the point I think I was her favorite nephew. Something concerned her enough that she didn’t want to help me at all. She knew something for sure about my situation. What did her husband tell her?
After that several people in the area started to know the private conversations going on in my grandfather’s house. This included:
1.) 3 physical therapists who would visit my grandfather’s house
2.) 1 nurse who would visit his house
3.) 2 insurance case managers/nurses who would visit his house
4.) 4 family members who would visit his house
5.) 1 family friend/former employee who would visit his house
6.) 1 catholic priest at the wedding of a friend of the family
7.) 1 baptist pastor giving a sermon
(Note: I don’t plan on revealing names here, but I have given them to the FBI. [Update: the FBI is in on it.])
They would make it clear that they were listening by repeating verbatim what we said in private a few hours earlier. This behavior mostly stopped about a year later when I reported them to the FBI on my hacked phone. (It was the only device I had at the time and I thought my life was going to be ended soon when I became a Targeted Individual. More on this later.)
It was a similar pattern when I was in Georgetown, TX/Williamson County. The catholic priest there [a different catholic priest from the list above] would repeat the same bible quotes I had just saved to my Google account the night before and repeat verbatim things I said in the privacy of my home. And one of my family members there seemed to know the exact words I was typing into my Google search. [My mother who I saw in a text message, which clearing an iMac to be sold that was linked to her phone, that she joined some group called “4Ever Flying.”]
It got so bad [in Lewisville] that even my grandfather, who was 88 at the time and is a easygoing country boy who knows nothing about eletronics, figured it out. While he joked about it to the nurses (e.g. “You aren’t listening to us on our cell phones, are you?”), he never talked directed to me about it as it would sound crazy.
Of course, not everyone did this. But the people who did seemed to be listening to our private conversations had at least one of the following in common: ex-police, relative of a police officer, ex-military, relative of a veteran or active duty military, or spent a lot of time on the dark web (just one family member falls into that last category). Seems like a lot of people are abusing their positions of authority and giving info and listening devices to their friends and family or even uploading it to the dark web for the fun of it.
[I believe HSIN more accurately explains how these different professions seem to be involved.]
Since my grandpa doesn’t really have any electronic devices in his house, just an internet router, I suspect it is either my cell phone, his cell phone, and/or a distance microphone device being used on us by one of our neighbors. (I think I know which one after becoming a Targeted Individual as he appears to be using targeted energy weapons on me and advanced surveillance devices. More on that later.) However, I can’t get rid of my grandpa’s phone as his sons rely on it too much to reach him so I can’t really experiment to see how they are listening to our conversations.
While in Lewisville, my mail was delivered open once and it had private financial information on it. It seems like he did this after I started filing FIOA requests through the mail. (A few months later our mailman stared me down with an angry face while wearing his army hat.) [(That same mailman would later attack me with an energy weapon from his mail truck. Then he retired (or requested for a transfer, I forget) about a year later to move to Colorado Springs, Colorado. That seems to be the source of gangstalking as NORTHCOM/Peterson AFB and Schriever AFB is there.)] That’s when I started to get the feeling some type of federal agency was involve as I doubt a mailman/veteran would risk committing a crime like that unless he had immunity. Other odd things happened like when I filed those FOIA requests for video footage that would have exposed some gangstalkers following me, the government agency claims that the mail took extra long for them to get it and that it was over their 14 day retention policy (though all government agencies I know have at least a 30 days retention policy if not more). When I filed more FOIA requests in the mail that would expose things, my aunt, on my dad’s side who I told about my gangstalking experience and who is married a military man, threw my mail away while I was gone. She claimed it was an accident even though this was coming from a government agency and she gave me my other mail that came with it that was just junk mail… (I filed my FOIAs through the mail because everything appeared to be hacked, even the new computers I would use. I now do all of mine online.) Things just didn’t add up.
Becoming a Targeted Individual [Electronic Torture]
Around August 2018, I moved back to my parents because I got into an argument with one of my grandfather’s friends/neighbors and my grandfather wouldn’t do anything about it. When I got to my parent’s, my dad told me he threw away the old cameras/evidence I had. I was really upset with him.
Around November 2018 while going through our Christmas decorations, I saw a red light bulb and joked about replacing our neighbor’s lights across the street. They had one green bulb on one side and one blue bulb on the other of their garage door. It was weird and I hated it. My mom said: “You shouldn’t joke like that. He’s an ex-sheriff deputy.” I didn’t know. I made the joke in the privacy of my own home, but my Dad’s new security cameras were up (which he refused to take down).
The following day I would wake up to my kidneys hurting. [Years later, I now have chronic kidney failure. These guys are monsters.] The next day, it felt like vibrations on my back. “Was someone drilling and causing the ground to shake?” I thought. But every day it would get stronger and stronger. And it moved from just the morning to during the entire day. Finally, it got so strong I could feel where it was coming from by putting my hand up to block it. It was clearly coming from my neighbor across the street, the former sheriff deputy. [80 Santa Maria St. I noticed that public websites, like the one we used them to pay our property taxes, had their names hidden. Only them in our whole neighborhood.]
[With my kidneys, it might have been the mold at my grandfather’s house, but them hitting me with these DEWs in the back could have been it as well. However, I also think they were putting something in my food when I was in my Phoenix apartment (this is later in the story). From what I read on Ted Gunderson (and you can read his affidavit on gangstalking here), they slowly poison you with stuff.]
[Also, the more I think about it, the DEW torture might have been caused when I told my neighbor that government should stay out of healthcare. This was after he was trying to convince me otherwise (arguing that people like my dad need medicare). He got this sad and concerned look on his face like he had to report that I couldn’t be turned. Retired, but he had worked in government where he had to talk to judges about county health concerns. He knew I was a libertarian. I really think he moved there just for me. When my family finally moved away, him and that ex-sheriff across the street moved out right after. I would say it was a few weeks later when the energy weapons started after that discussion. Those same energy weapon attacks started a few days after I made that joke.]
[So I think my view on healthcare officially got me further into what I would call the second part of the program (you can learn more about how the program is setup here) as that made it clear I thought we don’t need government at all, but my joke pissed the criminals off enough to actually use those energy weapons on me. You can see where other gangstalkers make reference to it here, here, here, and here.]
I remember this neighbor would always have this weird looking guy at his house. This guy looked like an ex-felon. [White, looked to be in his early 50s and off, like he abused drugs a little too much.] What would an ex-sheriff deputy be doing with an ex-felon??? About a year or two prior, this guy, the one who looked like an ex-felon, acted like he was going to hit me with his van one day while I was walking the neighborhood. While these vibrations were going on, this ex-felon looking guy parked in the ex-sheriff deputy’s drive way. But he wouldn’t get out of the van while I was looking at him. About 15 minutes passed. Finally, when I left to do something and came back, he had gone inside the house while I wasn’t there. Why didn’t he want me to see his face?
The vibrations would get stronger and stronger and were being focused on my heart now. One night it felt so strong it was like my whole body was being violently vibrated by a extremely strong man. I moved to another bedroom. I heard something like a war turret moving itself and then vibrations would start again. It would follow me wherever I went inside my house, nothing seemed to block it. Even if they were using my dad’s security cameras, there is no way it should be this accurate. It was always aimed right at my heart. It’s like they must have some type of camera that can see through walls.
[Here is a group of videos showing how this is possible.]
The only thing that seemed to block it somewhat was my foam bed mattress. [I’m not sure about this anymore. I think it was just psychological. NOTHING seems to block these vibration attacks other than my own body.] This suggested to me it was some type of sound weapon. The other evidence of a sonic weapon are the spider webs in my backyard. They were all like tumbleweeds, completely random. They only really showed up well for the camera after it rained. Here are the pictures:
[After researching it some more, it might be microwaves that create the sense of vibration. Despite my best efforts. I’ve come up with zero ways to block/shield myself (again, I think the foam mattress reducing the vibration was in my head, I don’t know) other than using my arms and legs to absorb the attacks.]
[For comparison:]
The only other time I saw a spider web like that was when I was near and under where commercial airplanes took off. Apparently, low bass sounds/vibrations are made by airplanes when taking off. I guess this throws off the spider’s sense of balance. I also noticed that when wasps would fly near me during these sonic weapon attacks they would go head first into the concrete ground and couldn’t get back up.
My final attempt to get away from it while there was to sleep in my parent’s bedroom floor which was on the other side of the house and try to position their bed mattress and my parents (mean, but hopefully they too would finally feel it cause they thought I was crazy and didn’t believe me) between me and the neighbor’s weapon. But then I woke up feeling it coming from behind our house across the lake. This time it was aimed at my privates.
See this map for details on the sonic weapons and where it appeared to be coming from:
One or more of the three houses across the lake. Unfortunately, those houses were too far and dense for me to know for sure where it was coming from.
At this point, I couldn’t take it anymore. It was a few days before New Year’s Eve of 2018 going on to 2019. I begged my parents to take me to my grandfather’s house. When I got to my grandfather’s house [in Lewisville], I could still feel a vibration on my calves while I laid in the den couch. Not only that, but it felt like it was coming from a certain neighbor. (This same neighbor gave me an angry “HEY BUDDY!!” a year ago while I was walking the neighborhood and appears to be ex-military. [To be clear, this neighbor was in Lewisville.]) It was so faint though, I dismissed it as an residual effect from before.
[I should add on the drive to DFW, it felt like someone was microwaving my bottom as we drove on the highway. I have no idea where it was coming from.]
[Also, when I was at my parent’s I pretended I was going to escape, I even announced this to my dad’s security cameras saying “Now for my disappearing act.” Then I snuck out while hiding from the security cameras. I sat in our backyard only to see two guys in military uniforms walking towards our house. Once they saw me, they turned around and walked away with one saying, “You need to keep a better watch on this guy.” One was Hispanic and angry, the other was white and looked kind of dumb.]
A week into January 2019 [now in Lewisville], at night it felt like something was cooking my skin and it was being aimed at my privates. I kept turning my body to protect my privates so my rear kept getting burned. The microwaves would follow me no matter where I went in the house. (The microwave burns would leave my skin red in those places. The redness would temporarily become worse after taking a shower.) Again, they must have been using some type of through-the-wall camera to see me in his house and to be this accurate.
With all the big oak trees in this neighborhood, a satellite map isn’t really helpful.
During the day, it felt like vibrations again, but this time I couldn’t tell where it was coming from but if I walked it would negate the vibration so I kept walking inside the house like a crazy person. But while I was sitting in my grandpa’s office desk working on my computer, it felt like those vibration were being aimed at my heart but from behind me. I know that neighbor and he wouldn’t do such a thing. So I went outside to see where it was coming from. I saw a commercial plane pass by overhead (we’re somewhat close to DFW Airport) so I looked up. Behind the plane was a white helicopter way up there, dual fans like it was a military helicopter. It looks like it was trying to hide behind my grandfather’s oak tree. I guess I lucked out as I was able to see it perfectly through a small hole in the dense pattern of tree branches. When the helicopter left, the sensation went away. (This eerily reminds me of the white jet many claimed to have saw on 9/11 that conspiracy theorists say shot down one of the planes over a lake to hide evidence. Witnesses said it tried to hide itself in the sun when they saw it.) When I walked with my grandpa that day, I spotted the same helicopter again and showed it to my grandpa. We both talked about how far up in the sky it was, like it didn’t want to get noticed. While it was there, it felt like the blood in my body was being forced down to my feet. I could barely keep up with my grandpa who was almost 90.
The next day, I saw two old men talking outside my grandpa’s house. They looked like old war generals based off their army stuff they were wearing and were wearing sunglasses. One motioned his hand back and forth like he was talking about how I would walk back and forth in my house. They shook hands and parted. I was still getting burned at night with the microwaves. I said screw this. I reported all the people who I thought were involved to the FBI, turned off and covered my phone with aluminum foil, took the public bus, then the public train to Fort Worth, and got tickets for both Amtrak and the Greyhound using cash.
While waiting for the Greyhound, a soldier looking guy came into the waiting room. He had a duffel bag and I felt a slight vibration sensation coming from it. He talked to a lady about lazy punks who don’t want to work for a living. When we looked at each other, he stared me down with an angry face before leaving with his bag.
The Greyhound bus to El Paso was great and no energy weapons were on me until… we got to El Paso and stopped at a light I felt microwaves on my rear. I looked around and noticed a white truck had stopped by the bus, but he left a big gap where he should have parked, which was right next to me [the gap]. It’s like he didn’t want me to see his face. When the light turned green, the truck sped by us and had a US Marines decal on it.
When I was in El Paso downtown waiting for the Amtrak train, I could feel microwaves on my privates in certain parts of downtown. After a few hours of walking around, I thought I figured out more or less where it was coming from. It was across the tracks, so I stared looking for where it was coming from. Then an extremely overweight couple came out of their apartment on the top floor of a building across the tracks onto their balcony/stairs. They had military or camo clothing on and stared me down with an angry face. They even pointed a broom at me like it was a gun. I get the feeling they were behind the microwave weapon. It was still early January 2019 when this happened.
I’m pretty sure this was the place as I remember the metal staircase/balcony and it was one of the last buildings you could see before you had to walk under the bridge.
I waiting in the Amtrak station, even though I was still getting burned there, and boarded the train. It was night by now. I was on the top floor of the train and about an hour into it, I felt microwaves on my privates again. It was like a helicopter [or drone] was following above the train and aiming microwaves at me (or maybe a satellite, but that just sounds crazy…). Even when I moved to different parts of the train, I would eventually get microwaves aimed at my privates again. I tried my best to block it, but nothing seemed to work.
By the time we got to Tuscan, AZ it was night so I got a hotel room. I stayed out at a bar late (probably to 2 AM). I went to sleep at the hotel. About an hour later I woke up to being microwaved. I saw large red spots on my butt in the mirror. (Couldn’t take pictures has my phone was in foil) Soon, it felt like the vibration gun was being used on my whole hotel room. I had to get out. I went to the lobby and talked to the guy there. I would move outside, even though it was still night to get away from it. Eventually, the vibration would come back so I would move to somewhere else in the hotel. This kept on going till about 6 AM. Around that time, I went out the back way of the hotel, which looked like wasn’t connected at all to the hotel. I saw a white van with a curtain over its back window and a blonde haired kid (probably in his early 20s) in it at the stop light. He saw me and got this shocked look on his face. When he [and the van] left, the vibrations were gone.
I left around 7 AM to get to the Greyhound. I got lost (no phone map to use) and walked around the good/new part of Tuscan, AZ. Once I got good directions from a local. I started to walk towards the Greyhound station. Once I got to the bad part of town, as most Greyhound stations location in, I heard a helicopter. It was cloudy that day so I couldn’t see it. Then I felt that vibrating gun on my heart again. But this time it felt like it was on kill mode. It was so strong, even walking wouldn’t negate it. When I made it to the Greyhound, I had to wait an hour for the bus so I kept walking around the lobby like a crazy person. I lied saying that I wasn’t feeling well and that walking helped. I really felt like I was going to be killed, especially if I stopped walking.
When I got on the bus, the vibration stopped only when they started the bus. About half an hour in I started to get my privates microwaved like I did on the train. There must be something above me doing this, like a jet, helicopter, or a satellite I guess. My ticket was to Las Vegas, but I didn’t think I could last that long getting microwaved. I got off in Phoenix and took a taxi to the FBI divisional headquarters there. I told the FBI security gate officer I needed to report US military corruption. But they told me to call the FBI phone number and setup an appointment. I begged them to talk to an FBI agent, but they wouldn’t budge. However, I had already called that number a month before and they acted like I was crazy. I saw this was a dead end.
[I took my taxi to a mall I was familiar with. I had mall security contact the Phoenix police for me as I had no idea what else to do. A lieutenant and an officer showed up. The officer had an evil grin on his face when he showed up. They kept wanting to have me call a psych ward. I refused. (They gave me the number on a card and I almost called later that day… thank God I didn’t) Eventually, when he saw I was going to budge, the lieutenant told me that I needed to join a group. That was a weird thing to say. Years later, after researching it some more, I think he was talking about the Freemasons…]
[Anyway, the Phoenix police let me go. That’s when I took a taxi to the Greyhound station and then to a hotel in Phoenix.]
That night I stayed in an expensive hotel in far north Phoenix that had cameras EVERYWHERE, even several pointing at the parking lot. No microwaves from the parking lot that night. :) I did hear helicopters hovering above my hotel room (I was on the top floor) which was odd since we were kind of out in an almost rural area being so far north.
The next day I paid a taxi $500 to take me to Vegas as I didn’t think I could survive 12 hours in the Greyhound with my privates being microwaved. I think the taxi was about a 4 hour drive and, hopefully, this would give them the slip. That’s also why I wanted to go to Vegas, those big towers [full of people] you can walk under might allow me to hide from the microwaves/radar. While in the taxi about halfway there, it did seem like my privates got microwaved a bit. I did what I did on the train and moved around as much as I could in the backseat. Every time I would re-position, the microwaves would eventually get focused on my privates again. How the heck were they tracking me? (In hindsight, I only had two layers of aluminum foil over my phone. Apparently, you need 6–12 to completely block the signal and insulation between the phone and the foil for good measure. And that signal was probably easier to find once we got out into the flat desert.)
While in Vegas, it felt like I was getting hit with the vibration gun from a helicopter or something. I would try to get under the hotel rooms for cover, but they would still get to me even there. This plan wasn’t working. I found an extremely cheap bus to LA, like $16, from Vegas. It was a horribly broken down bus driven by an Asian man who could hardly speak English, but for the first time I felt like I gave them the slip. Whatever building that I was waiting in for the bus must have done a good job blocking the microwaves/the through-the-wall cameras, I had booked the ticket on my new phone with a new number and new Google account, and, if it was the government, they probably didn’t have any insiders at this small Asian bus company. So no microwaves or vibrations while I was on that nasty bus. :) It was the worst and BEST bus ride I’ve ever taken.
Unfortunately, in Los Angeles, I had to get a hotel room, which meant using my credit. (I did stay up all night once before in downtown LA as long time ago, but I just couldn’t do it again. I needed sleep after that nasty bus.) I got it in the middle of the night. In the morning, the vibrations from the parking lot started again. When I took the bus to do some shopping, I could feel microwaves on my privates again. (I guess the hotel room wasn’t worth it after all.) I finally took a bus to the Santa Monica pier. A helicopter kept flying by very close to me and the beach, like about 30 ft away. [It was even leaning towards the beach/people as it flew by.] Some of the beach goers started to get freaked out.
I really considered walking the California coast as a homeless person. I’m pretty sure they would leave me alone then as they probably wanted me to be homeless, committed to a hospital, or jailed so I couldn’t ever make that movie (more on this next), but I couldn’t see myself doing that as I would probably end up starving to death.
The Decision
I felt like my best bet was that FBI Headquarters in Phoenix. It looked so new and advanced and I had lived in Phoenix for about 10 years so I knew the area well. While the FBI would probably never see me if I asked directly, I knew that if I could file and get approved a motion with the DOJ then the FBI would be required to take my case. (Also, a Lewisville neighbor hinted that if I got a job, this would all go away. That my large amount of unpaid student loans were part of the reason I was getting targeted. So I figured that I could get a high paying job in my degree (accounting) in Phoenix as that’s where I worked before in my industry and I had work contacts there.)
At this point in time I still didn’t know what gangstalking or being a Targeted Individual was. On my Google account I had made a script for an animated propaganda film about the US military and the Federal government. Not only did I point government out as being inherently evil, but I talked about very specific steps every US citizen could take to make it all come to an end. I figured this is what it was all about and that I was uniquely targeted and alone in my situation.
(As of writing this, I’ve realized I am but one of many. However, there is one certain technique they’ve used on me that I haven’t heard anyone else talk about. No it isn’t V2K. All I will say is that it was very risky of them to do it, but sounds absolutely crazy on my end if I were to explain, even to other gangstalking victims, so I won’t talk about it in detail here. However, if exposed, no one would ever trust this industry again. Anyway…)
[It was about being harassed by Hollywood. Just how the news did it, Hollywood movies, TV shows, and commercials had cryptic messages mocking me. I talk more about it here, here, and here. I can’t help but believe that the CIA really does run Hollywood (here is a writer giving way too many details) and that there is a huge cult network that cooperates with them.]
So I was going to fight it. I took a bus back to Phoenix. I finally called my dad on my new phone to help me get an apartment.
(I should note that ALL my phones have been hacked, except for that one for a short bit which I got in Vegas. When I got it in Vegas, I left my other phone in my hotel room, paid in cash, only gave my first name, no address, and I created entirely new accounts for that phone. It wasn’t hacked until… I called my dad on it. So, not only do they seem to have the power to hack any phone at will (my guess is the NSA or CIA), but they probably hacked and were listening to my parent’s phones and other friends and family phones to track me down. This aligns very well to the testimony of Edward Snowden of doing surveillance on friends and family of targets, and the testimony of Targeted Individuals connected to the intelligence community like NSA whistle blower Karen Steward and Dr. Katherine Horton. Dr. Horton was also microwaved by helicopters as I’m about to be further in this story.)
I eventually got an apartment in Phoenix. I made sure to get one on the corner of two intersecting highways and, of course, had a gated entrance. I figured this way it would limit their ability to microwave me from random parked cars. Little did I think it would come from apartment neighbors and their cars. Besides sleeping on the floor, the first few days were fine, no microwaves. But then I started to get microwaved. As always, they would point it at my privates. I could feel it coming from the parking lot. I was on the top floor. Even though my apartment was next to the parking lot it was coming from, I was so high up I couldn’t tell for sure which car it was coming from. I’m pretty certain it was from a black car with a yellow New York license plate. I gave the number of the license plate to the FBI. (After my first failed attempt visiting the FBI division headquarters in Phoenix, I tried calling the Phoenix police. The Phoenix police tried to get me to call the insane asylum, so I never bothered calling or reporting anything to them again about it.)
When I was in the apartment shared office or at the pool, I could feel microwaves coming from a certain apartment being aimed at my privates. I did notice, that I didn’t feel it in the public bathroom despite his apartment being on the other side of the wall.
That’s when I started to learn a few things about microwaves. Stone does a good job blocking it (basically anything that blocks your WiFi signal also blocks microwaves as WiFi is a microwave frequency). There were stone tiles covering the public bathroom walls. Metal and water also blocks it, which are also found in bathrooms.
[Map of my apartment in Phoenix:]
I also started to get vibrations in my room again. I think that might have been from being so close to the Phoenix Airport. When planes take off or land, they produce infrasound. Infrasound is bass sound you can’t hear but can feeling in your body. So that was probably an infrasound weapon they were using on me in Williamson County and on that Tuscan and Lewisville helicopter. Unfortunately, you need 12 feet of rock wool insulation to block all infrasound, which is completely impractical. (This would explain why my foam mattress, which is essentially 6 feet of foam between me and them if positioned right, helped to block the vibrations a little bit.) A vibrating plate bass trap can work and is a lot thinner, but it really only works for and must be tuned for certain frequencies. Blocking microwaves isn’t that hard, might be a little expensive and cumbersome, but it isn’t hard if you get the right and enough material. However, from what I read if you block microwaves, they’ll just switch to infrasound which is VERY hard to block.
Anyway, back to my story.
When shopping for groceries, I would get followed by a Phoenix cop car. Once I pulled out of the parking lot, he would follow me. If I took main roads or lesser used streets, he would still follow me. Not until he was about to park behind at a red light (where I would get a clear look at his license plate) did he turn away. They’re making it clear I’m being followed by my phone’s GPS, but I almost certainly need a phone to make it in society.
While I was in the apartment, I would sometimes see young black kids in their military uniforms. They would laugh at me when they saw me. The man living in the apartment that was microwaving me looked like an old Native America man. He would wear a US Marines baseball cap and his apartment had a US Marines welcome mat. I tried waving and being friendly with him. He eventually waved back and seemed to take a liking to me over time, but that didn’t seem to reduce the microwaves coming from his apartment at all. I get the feeling that most of these perps, as they are called in the gangstalking community, just put the hardware in their dwelling and have someone remotely SSH tunnel into and control it as most of these perps appear to be extremely computer illiterate.
Besides researching this and calling the FBI again, I was looking for a job to pay for my apartment and my new car (my grandpa paid me a lot for fixing up his house and our new friendly neighbor in Williamson County paid me good money for painting and staining his house and fence, still I was going broke). While driving home on the 101 Highway in Scottsdale after a job interview, I saw a black helicopter hovering above the highway while facing me. When I got to him, he flew off in the direction of the Arizona National Guard base north of Papago Park. I had felt heat coming from the helicopter before he left. When I lifted up my shirt, my skin was all red. This happened again on the 101, no microwaves this time, but in north Phoenix. A helicopter was hovering above the highway facing me. Once I got to it, it took off in the direction of the same Arizona National Guard base.
My apartment had a ton of vehicles with the “Semper Fi” decal on it. Apparently, it means always faithful and it is a US Marine motto. But the license plates on these vehicles were always out of state and were often RVs parked close to my apartment. I noticed items getting move around in my apartment or even getting replaced. I reported it to the office, but they were certain none of their staff would do such a thing. I put up a fake security camera to scare them (all I could really afford) and they messed with it like they knew it was fake. I also noticed things in my car getting moved around, even a random piece of mail being put in my car of a north Phoenix address and the letter later got removed. (I didn’t want to touch or move it as I didn’t want someone claiming I was stealing mail.) The security camera system in that apartment were pretty crappy and some appeared to be broken/missing. The back security gate to the apartment was often left open.
Every time I walked outside my apartment for food or groceries (I didn’t like taking my car as it seemed like I was followed everywhere I went in it and walking calmed my anxieties), it felt like something was microwaving me. But it was aimed this time broadly over my whole body. When I got home my skin would be red. I would always look in the sky for helicopters and planes when it happened, but usually I wouldn’t see anything. Either they are way up there or maybe it is satellites.
After not having any success getting a good paying job in Phoenix and realizing I’m going to get microwaved no matter where I go, I decided to move back to my parent’s house in Williamson County. I know it sounds crazy, but I thought about all the money my neighbor gave me for power washing and staining his fence. There were a lot of fences that needed that in the neighborhood. At least now I had a car now, and hopefully I could save up and move to somewhere safer later, and as long as I had my parents there, I would be protected to a certain degree.
My parents flew in to Phoenix to help me drive my car to Texas. We got dinner the day before leaving. We used outside sitting at a restaurant. That’s when I felt the back of my head/brain getting microwaved. I think it was a final “F you” from the military/national guard in Arizona before I left.
I believe it was March or April 2019 when I got to my parent’s house, and I was no longer getting hit with those sonic weapons from my neighbors but with microwaves. Again they pointed them at my privates. Not only that, but there appears to be one more house doing it now.
(One of the boys who lives in one of those houses that appear to be microwaving me from across the lake always gets a scared look on his face when he sees me. He’ll even yell, “DAD!” and run away when he sees me. I have no idea what his father has told me about me. I’ve never talked to or even met that family.)
While I was doing yard work for my dad, the ex-sheriff neighbor across the street (who is also ex-military by the way) put his trash cans out a day early. The following day, he left his garage door up. There were no cars in the garage but there was a bed sheet hung from ceiling to floor hiding something in the corner of his garage. It seems like they really wanted to give me the impression that no one was home. I even heard a little girl in the distance say, “No one is home!” I can only assume they wanted me to trespass so his deputy friends could arrest me. I just went back inside my house instead.
When I’m out walking the neighborhood with my parents, I can feel it coming from those houses mentioned above, but also when we were way out in the middle of nowhere, where there aren’t really any houses, I swear I felt it coming from the cell phone towers. Again, I know it sounds crazy but that is what i felt.
I stayed there for a month or two, but I couldn’t get too many clients for staining their fences. Even when I was working on someone’s house they would microwave my privates. These psychopaths truly hated me. At this point it felt like my testicles gave out. Suddenly, they didn’t (and still don’t) feel like they used to and my facial hair stopped growing in as fast or as thick. My sex drive is now probably about 10–15% of what it used to be. My testicles have noticeably shrunken in size.
About early summer 2019, I move back to my grandpa’s house in Lewisville. I only felt the vibration coming from that one house (possibly two) and it feels like they turned down the power (especially compared to Williamson County). I get the feeling they felt bad for my grandpa when I ran off that one time (I didn’t tell him because that would have tipped off my gangstalkers, but I did leave him a note). My parents told me he was upset and those gangstalkers were probably still listening to his house for clues about my location. They still point it at my privates at night, but it is easy to block by turning my body and letting it hit my butt and legs. It doesn’t seem to do any damage to them. As long as they aren’t microwaves, I’m willing to put up with it. Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, it feels like they turned it off. They’ll turn it back before I normally wake in the morning.
(While staying at my sister’s apartment one day in Dallas, I got microwaved really badly again and some weird military guy was kind of following me around. Seems like my grandpa’s place is my best bet to get the least amount of directed energy weapons on me. But now I’m afraid if I ever get an apartment or a house of my own I’ll get hit harder and be stuck with a lease. (The apartment on Phoenix, luckily, let me break the lease for just one month’s payment. I don’t think I’ll be as lucky again.) This has completely destroyed my life.)
But it did feel like I was microwaved to my face one night in Lewisville. My eyes ached the next morning and I got red marks below them similar, but not as intense, to this fellow female TI (Targeted Individual) named Midge who got confirmation from a doctor that it was radiation burns.
(I am still hoping to return to a normal life, perhaps with a salary job, that’s why I’m blacking out the eyes.)
Mine might have come from just working outside on my grandpa’s yard. I don’t know.
Most of my burns to my rear have faded. I texted the images to my parents back then in Phoenix, but I don’t know if they kept them. (I did another phone reset since then trying to get my privacy back and the pictures went with it as I had forgotten about the photos.) I still have some burn marks around my legs and butt that show up when I take a shower. Here they are as of writing this on March 2, 2020.
(Sorry for the mild nudity, but I’m pretty sure only an adult would have read this far.)
I’ve never had, nor does my family have a history of, skin disease. These are microwave burns done with a weapon that can travel through walls. [They turned into eczema and will probably never heal completely.]
The worse redness while in my Phoenix apartment was between my cheek and under my cheeks as they were always trying to aim it at my privates. Those appear to have mostly faded by now or are simply too hard to me to see in the mirror. Since the weapon is used through walls, I don’t always expect their aim to be super accurate, that’s why these red patches are more or less around the general area they were aiming for.
If you notice on my burns, my left leg has a mark on the front and on the back. This suggests that it could have been a radiation beam that traveled through my leg that caused the burns. (My left leg appears to be my right because I took the photo in front of a mirror.)
Finally, my grandfather had radiation to treat his lung cancer. After some time, his back skin started to turn brown. It didn’t look like typical tanning from the sun, but it was turning brown. The radiation doctor said that normally happens with radiation treatments as the skin is trying to protect itself. I noticed a few months ago that my privates were very brown in certain lighting, but my thighs were still pale white. No, I’m not going to post a picture here, but I think that is proof I was/am getting hit in the privates with radiation.
That’s pretty much my story.
I think the only thing I forgot to mention was the low flying helicopters going over my grandpa’s house (not anymore) and my apartment. When I told my parents in my Phoenix apartment I thought I was getting microwaved, that black helicopter I saw on the highway was doing tight circles above my apartment making it shake. When I stood out on my balcony I could see him doing it. He took off once he noticed me. No time to take a photo.
Now, as of writing this, I’m still in Lewisville taking care of my grandpa. I almost got a job working at UNT (worked in the cafeteria for a day but they were screwing me over on wages and parking). I applied to my old high school for a tech job, but they never got back to me. I’ve been studying for a computer certificate, but I haven’t taken the test as I’m afraid I’ll be stuck in Dallas with a “real” job once I get it.
I don’t know, part of me wants to run away, not because I’m a Targeted Individual but to live a freer life. That’s why I was staying at my parent’s before all this happened without a job. I was sort of putting together a master plan of my ultimate life traveling the world and having fun while earning money online. Sounds silly, I know, but I had put so much time and effort into it. It was all on my Google account and after being hacked and partly castrated, things are different now. I’m hoping my sex drive will come back, but it probably won’t. I’m also concerned about having children in the future. Even if I can, I’m worried about giving them some genetic defect.
So now I’m kind of in limbo, not sure what my next move is. Part of me doesn’t even care about government corruption or the Targeted Individual program anymore just as long as I can be left alone. Another part of me wants to fight it and seek justice for what those monsters did to me and others.
All I’ve really been doing with my life as of late, besides taking care of my grandfather, is posting to the subreddit forums (r/gangstalking, r/targetedenergyweapons, etc.) with my research to help others. I take other conspiracy theories much more seriously now.
I’ve filed a few new FOIAs and Privacy Acts with different government agencies, but I’m not sure much will come of it. I do find it interesting that the Williamson County Sheriff Department is fighting me tooth and nail over some simple requests that clearly fall under the definition of public information. They’re certainly hiding something. I feel like it might have something to do with the following:
Uncle Sam’s Snuff Factory — Everything seems to point to it being in Fort Hood in Killeen, TX which is just a stone’s throw away from Williamson County. All the deputies I see in Williamson County appear to be ex-military, and they/most seem to really enjoy torturing the innocent. There has to be some type of connection there. Why else run off someone (me) who comes off as a boy scout to others?
Sheriff Cody’s lottery win — Jeffery Epstein’s company got two lottery wins, which is very suspicious given the circumstances. It’s almost as if it was rigged for his company to win. Many believe this is how the intelligence community launders money to those who do them favors. In Cody’s bio, he seems to have a strong connection to the intelligence community.
Sheriff Commander Steve Deaton’s social media account — Some really sick and twisted posts were liked by him. Like Pizzgate, it feels like there is more to it than what meets the eye.
Sheriff Deputy Jack Danford Jr. assault of a child — Nothing to cover up, but it just goes to their character. He repeatedly punched a little girl in the head for petting his dog. It was at a private party that the deputy wasn’t even supposed to be at. This same man also shot and killed someone who was trying to get away from him. I don’t know the exact facts of the case (hard to find news articles as the little girl story dominates Internet searches for his name) but it was suspicious enough for the Texas Rangers to investigate. Scum of the earth.
Try googling the above. It’ll tell you something isn’t right here.
Anyway, for the most part I’m trying to move on with my life.
It sucks cause I still have surveillance on me. People will once in a while pull the “let me say the sentence verbatim that you just told to your grandpa in private” thing to remind me that I’m being listened to. Lewisville and Highland Village cops will creepy follow me sometimes when it looks like I’m about to run away. Perhaps they think it’ll nudge me to do so.
In a way I have my life back and in a way I don’t.
I feel like the overall message sent to me was to “shut up and fall in line.” They’ve hinted at me that if I get a job, a “real” job where I can pay off all my student loan debt and pay a good amount of taxes, then this will all stop. But from the things I’ve learned online, the world is in way worse shape than we think. You can’t just bully people into working and think that’ll prevent a collapse. And it’s not just an economic collapse I’m talking about here. It’s only a matter of time before some really bad stuff starts to happen in the world. While I can’t let myself do nothing about it, I’m not sure what the right move is at the moment. For now all I can do is to tell my story and see how things unfold.
Keep in mind, I’ve always been a law abiding citizen. I don’t do drugs and rarely go out at night. I kept to myself, but not in a weird way. While I did produce a propaganda film talking about the evils of government, my solution to the problem was a peaceful one (I would have never produced that propaganda film anyway as it would have been way to expensive). While I did occasionally look at weird pornography online out of boredom (as I was trapped in my own house because of the Sheriff Deputies’ aggressive and dangerous behavior), I never looked at anything illegal (as far as I know) and I never visited the Dark Web/Tor. I have never hurt or abused any woman, nor would I ever do such a thing. Many female friends who know me would describe me as a nice, innocent guy, if anything they would accuse me of being too nice and friendly. I did/do not deserve to be castrated, partially or fully.
So unless you want to get castrated I would stay away from Williamson County and the Austin, TX area.
If this can happen to me, it can happen to you.
The government, at least the United States federal and local government, is clearly a silent mafia and a secret empire that is only really concerned about its own existence. To its own ends, government wants you to remain ignorant to its true nature. But, ultimately, it is a parasite that will end up killing its host if it isn’t stopped. Once the public wakes up to this fact, only then we can find a solution and put an end to the evils of gangstalking and electronic torture. The first step of sobriety is to honest about what the true problem is. And that problem is government.
There is a better way, there is always a better way, but we have to work on it together to get it done. Perhaps you’re the one to start the revolution.
I hope you learned something useful from my story.
All the best,
Thomas D. Collinsworth
[P.S. Not much for me to update. I’ve gain more evidence of it being from the military/intelligence agencies, but that hasn’t changed a thing. (I tracked it to HSIN, RISS, NORTHCOM, and Colorado.)
Basically, it’s a control system. Take a look at the pyramid on the back of your dollar bill. That’s what it’s all about. A secret cult network where everyone is trying to climb the ladder for more power. A lot of people who you wouldn’t even guess are part of it. Who is at the top? Who knows, maybe the bankers, but it doesn’t matter. This is the world we live in.
My only advice is to stay off their radar. If something doesn’t sit right with you, run, don’t walk, away. And get FAR away, not just a little. That’s really my only advice unless you actually have people in your corner. But if you had people in your corner, they probably wouldn’t have picked you for this program in the first place. More often than not, when people are ugly to you, they know they can get away with it. That’s because their coworkers have their back, they’re friends with the boss, or they know people in government who are willing to abuse their powers. And they’ve already sized you up as not having any real support.
It sucks, but you can still change yourself. It starts with you taking the right action. And that starts with you being honest with yourself. What patterns were there before you became a victim? How can you acted differently? I’m not victim blaming here, I’m just being realistic. Yes, this system is evil, but it won’t be exposed any time soon and no one single person can take it down.
If you were a Jew in Nazi Germany, would you have stayed and fought it or would you have left? Those who stayed and fought were killed. The wise left when they saw that evil. Eventually, Nazi Germany was taken down.
Put your ego aside and get away from that evil. Let them think what they want, you just need to take care of you and be happy in life.]
[Here are some more links if you want to know more of my story:
Current post: https://telegra.ph/Targeted-Individual-Update-2023-04-05
Old Reddit account: u/TomDC777
Newer Reddit account: u/Quit7_
Newest Reddit account: u/Stuck-Help]
