Sunday, June 16, 2013 - Tempe, Arizona, USA

The severity of targeting with radio frequency beam weapons has increased substantially over the past 6 months until it is almost constant. The only time I’m not aware of being hit by an RF beam is when I’m asleep. At times, the amount of pain being caused brings tears to my eyes and makes it very hard to breathe. At times, the pain felt inside my body is so intense that I become nauseous and start to feel like I could vomit.

Since the bicycle accident on May 26, 2013, the targeting has focused almost exclusively on the injured areas of my body. These include four broken ribs and a broken collar bone on the right side of my body. The pain experienced is much greater than the injuries could ever cause. The overall effect is to experience pain that even prescription narcotic painkillers can’t even quiet. This is consistent with the unbearable pain I felt last Wednesday morning as I was waking up from general anesthesia, after having my collar bone screwed back together with metal plates. I interpreted that event as punishment for not letting my shoulder heal poorly.

The punishment continues. This morning the targeting of my right middle back and right shoulder was as bad as it has ever been. I walked to the university library at noon today and maintained a digital voice recorder on my left shoulder and over my back on my right side. After arriving in the library and sitting down, the attacks to my back were picked up by the brand new Olympus digital voice recorder I purchased an hour ago. The video below provides both a graphical view of the soundtrack and the audio portion of the soundtrack. The electromagnetic interference (EMI) events can be heard clearly in this section of the recording. 

The next video reveals how the EMI events corrupt the audio signal. I use the mouse to move the cursor in the graphical view of the audio soundtrack and the FFT frequency analysis window shows the corruption plainly at several locations. 

At about 3:00 pm inside the university library a session of intense pain began. I sensed attacks to the right side of my middle back, right shoulder/collar bone, and my right arm. However, when I looked at the heart rate pattern it looks like my HR begian reaching 100 bpm at 1:58 pm, as I’m sitting in the library working on a Word document. Note that both occurred at the top of the hour. This elevated HR is due to the amount of discomfort and pain I’m feeling during these assaults. When I arrive on campus I flip a coin to see which library I will go to and today the coin took me to the library where I was last time. It may be possible that it took the perpetrators until 2:00 pm to move the targeting equipment to this library. I’m currently at the library I frequent the least. 

At home, I’m able to electrically connect the surface of my skin to the positive terminal of a digital multimeter and connect the other lead to electrical ground. Every second the software for this digital multimeter captures the voltage that is present on the surface of my skin. Below is a the pattern of voltage that my body generated while I was being assaulted in my own apartment. I was trying to watch a movie at the time and was lying down on the bed. The Excel graph below represents the voltages picked up by the digital multimeter between about 5:30 pm and 10:00 pm. 

 It is possible to generate data of RF beam weapon assaults, but publishing this data has not had a beneficial impact for me. If anything, as I generate more convincing evidence, the targeting gets more severe. Currently, it feels like I’m being tortured with pain 10 hours or more out of every day. This shouldn’t be too surprising since there is no oversight for this illegal activity and everyone knows that the worst human rights abuses occur where the sun does not shine.

Note: The Excel spreadsheet of the digital multimeter data requires a formula for converting out of range values to numeric values. For anyone who is actually trying this, the formula is as follows: =IF(AND(B2="-0L",C2="mV"),-400,(IF(AND(B2="-0L",C2="V"),-4000,(IF(AND(B2="0L",C2="mV"),400,(IF(AND(B2="0L",C2="V"),4000,(IF(C2="mv",B2,1000*B2))))))))).

Friday, June 14, 2013 - Tempe, Arizona, USA

11:06 am in Tempe Public Library. Started working on a freelance article that will bring in some income and the targeting of my injured shoulder increased substantially. Almost exactly two weeks after a university police officer kicked me off campus without a valid reason (see last blog posting) I had a bicycle accident. The police never responded to the complaint I filed through the University President’s office, so I ignored the threat to throw me in jail if I returned and began working in the library again.

A week after returning to my habit of working on campus a bright red full size pickup truck passed me on my left as I was approaching a red light on my bicycle. The pickup truck got ahead of me and stopped next to the curb, thereby preventing me from being able to pull up to the intersection. I assumed the truck was going to turn right so I went around him on his left, but the light turned green and the truck pulled back into the lane. I stuck my hand out and struck the truck’s left rear fender loudly, but then my bicycle began to wobble inexplicably.

I don’t remember much of the accident, but when I awoke the red pickup truck was nowhere to be seen and the ambulance was arriving. I was wearing a bicycle helmet. The trauma team at the hospital found a shattered collar bone and four broken ribs, all on my right side. When I finally had time to think about the accident a few things seemed off. First, I had only minor road rash on the palm of my right hand and the wrist was not sprained or bruised. Whenever I have had accidents in the past, I always stick my hands out in front to protect myself. When I fell asleep behind the wheel of a car driving across the desert I braced myself with my left hand and broke a bone in the hand. The few bicycle accidents that I’ve had in the past have resulted in me swearing loudly as I put my hands out to break my fall.

Just prior to the accident on Sunday, May 26, two voice recorders were actively recording and captured the audio portion of the accident. I never cried out, never cursed loudly or softly, and given the amount of damage that the right side of my body sustained, I should have broken my right wrist in an attempt to protect the rest of my body; however, all I had were two very minor skin abrasions on the palm of my right hand and no bruising and no sprain.

Over the past few years I have become aware of the fact that my level of consciousness is often manipulated with directed energy (radio frequency beams). When I’m working on an article with a tight deadline I sometimes start to feel inexplicably drowsy, as if I’m starting to lose consciousness. At night, during the sleep deprivation tactics, I learned to do breathing meditation as a countermeasure. My tormentors would respond by simply targeting my head until I lost consciousness.

In light of these experiences, it seems entirely plausible that the bicycle accident on Sunday, May 26 was precipitated by my losing consciousness prior to hitting the ground. The absence of me swearing and any serious injuries to my right wrist support this possibility. In other words, a situation was created that placed me in confrontation with a pickup truck and to ensure something bad happened I was hit in the head with directed energy weapons. From my perspective, this explanation is most consistent with the evidence.

When I went over the audio recording it sounds like I am conscious right after the accident. The people helping me are talking to me like I am conscious as well, but I remember that I didn’t really become aware of what was going on until shortly before I started to ask and answer questions. This was about two and a half minutes after the accident. The ambulance arrived almost exactly 5 minutes after the accident.

Based on the pattern of directed energy targeting I’ve experienced since the accident, including while still in the hospital, the goal appears to be limiting my mobility and encouraging me to become dependent on narcotic pain killers. Exactly one week after the accident I began hiking to the campus library to work, which is about 25 minutes each way with a slightly heavy shoulder bag. This is pretty good exercise.

The targeting of my injured side was severe during the walk and while working inside the library, but when that failed to dissuade me from hiking and working each day, they began to target the left side of my body too. The result was the experiencing of pain and debility independent of injury and physical effort. The skin over the painful areas was also frequently warmer than other parts of my body, which is consistent with the absorption of significant amounts of radio frequency energy. For example, my back would reach temperatures in the 99.0 to 100.0 F range, despite my oral temperature being in the 97 F range. I frequently observe this outside-in temperature gradient when I’m being targeted.

I was released from the hospital three days after the accident. Two days later, during the early morning hours, I experienced and full body jerk when half awake. When I awoke a few hours later my right shoulder was a few inches lower and x-rays revealed a severely displaced collar bone fragment. A week and a half later the orthopedic surgeon pieced my collar bone back together with metal plates and screws on the morning of June 12, 2013, in order to help my shoulder heal more normally. As I came out of general anesthesia, the pain in my right shoulder was unbearable and the nurses became frantic in their attempts to relieve my suffering.

In the days leading up to my surgery appointment, the directed energy targeting and gangstalking activity became severe. When I arrived at 4:30 am for surgery, the directed energy assaults followed me through the check-in and preoperative procedures. The assaults would cease whenever someone stood next to me, but the rest of the time the targeting was severe. This pattern of targeting in anticipation of surgery left me with the impression that my tormenters would have preferred my shoulder remained distorted. This interpretation is also consistent with the amount of unbearable pain I felt when I awoke after 2 hours of surgery. In other words, that was my punishment for having gone through with the surgery. The surgery worked though and my shoulders are level again.

I stayed one night in the hospital for observation. I suspect the surgeon was so worried by the amount of pain I experienced upon waking from general anesthesia that he felt it would be better to let me stay overnight. Normally, this type of operation is done as day surgery. If I’m right and my experiences have been due to gangstalking activities and directed energy targeting, then this persecution program is the source of a significant amount of medical expense and confusion for innocent medical professionals.

My night in the hospital following surgery was equivalent to almost total sleep deprivation. Despite being on narcotic painkillers, which tend to knock me off my feet, a state of wakefulness was maintained for most of the night. Although directed energy was the cause of a significant portion of the sleep deprivation, the acoustic patterns were also consistent with an orchestrated effort to deprive me of sleep. More than two dozen times during the night I heard a loud door slam or someone begin talking loudly outside my door, right after having fallen asleep. This pattern did not exist during the first two nights I stayed in the hospital immediately after my accident, but it did eventually emerge during the last night. In other words, to create this pattern of sleep interference in a hospital requires advanced notice. Since my surgery was scheduled, it probably wasn’t difficult to get the ‘right’ people involved in the targeting.

I was discharged from the hospital yesterday and today my shoulder feels pretty good. However, whenever I start working on my freelance articles, which is my only source of income, then the targeting to my newly fixed shoulder increases to almost unbearable levels. The message seems to be that if I want to earn money it will cost me the use of my right shoulder. 

My shoulder upon release from the hospital and before surgery was required:

My shoulder two mornings after I was released from the hospital, upon waking in the morning:

Tuesday, May 14, 2013 - Tempe, Arizona

I’ve adopted the attitude recently that my role in life is to document my demise at the hands of my tormentors as best I can. This post represents another installment in that effort.

I’ve been relying on the university WiFi system for over two years now to earn a little cash writing essays and short pieces for online writing services. This began when I was homeless, so the money was badly needed. Since then I’ve been able to get an apartment with a housing voucher, eat with the help of food stamps, and meet my medical needs with Medicaid and the VA, but none of these benefits provide pocket money for things like car expenses, renting a movie, or doing laundry. So the work I was able to obtain through the online writing services, along with government assistance, allowed me to survive and stay off the streets.

During the two and a half years that I’ve been doing this, I’ve relied heavily on the free WiFi that the university campus so generously provides. During this time, however, I became aware of a pattern where sitting outside on campus would invariably elicit the presence or passing of police officers, ostensibly engaged in some other activity. When these encounters are viewed in isolation or occasionally, they seem random and unconnected, but when they occur every time I venture outside then the pattern appears non-random from my perspective.

For the past several months, my arrival on campus always correlated with the arrival or passing of a uniformed police officer, either campus or local police. Since I can’t read peoples’ minds, I can only assume that this activity has been about me. This assumption is based on the fact that if everyone was experiencing the same pattern then this would imply that there are dozens and dozens of campus police on duty all the time and moving around the campus, when in fact this is not the case. The other pattern occurs when I arrive on campus unexpectedly. A police presence is noticeably absent, but eventually that changes, so this creates a pattern that I call a ‘catch-up’ pattern.

One example of what seemed like a staged encounter happened when I sat outside the student union to use the WiFi system a few months ago. After being there for about 15 minutes I hear an older male screaming and moaning. When I look up I see an older man who appears to be severely mentally ill and in severe distress. It was so convincing that a nearby female Muslim student stood up and offered to help the man. He brushed her off and continued to scream and moan. Within seconds a campus police cruiser slowly drives up as if they are following the man across campus. Given the size of the campus, this must have been going on for quite some time. Eventually the crazed man moves out of the area towards the campus store and student dorms, but the police stayed where they were, as if they were watching the man disappear off campus. However, the edge of campus was at least a half mile away. That’s when I got suspicious, because the police sat there for another half hour next to me and not following the screaming man.

Encounters prior to this event involved an officer arriving after me and talking on his cell phone a short distance away. These conversations would last as long as I remained there or up to an hour. This happened three or four times. The pattern I perceived was one of ensuring a uniformed officer was present whenever I sat outside.

This past Saturday, the day after the university had ended the spring semester, on a Saturday evening, I was sitting in my car using the WiFi system on campus. I was parked in a metered parking space from 7:30 to 8:30 pm. When I arrived there was absolutely no one around, no pedestrians and no cars parked on the street. Within about 10 minutes the pedestrian traffic began to appear and then cars began pulling up behind me and sitting there with their headlights on. Based on the noise, they were dropping off people. This happened two to three times. Shortly before 8:30 pm another vehicle pulls up behind me with the headlights lighting up the interior of the car. However, unlike the other cars who would eventually leave after a few minutes, this vehicle sat there for at least five minutes with their headlights shining through the interior of my car. Eventually I became annoyed and without looking up from my work I flipped the bird for about 1-2 seconds. If they were watching, at least I would communicate my displeasure at the rude behavior, and if they were not, no harm done.  

Based on the sound of a door opening and closing immediately after I flipped the bird, the person behind me may have been watching me through my rear window. I looked through my rear window and only saw an array of lights, as if the vehicle was adorned with white lights. At first I assumed it was one of those pickup trucks with fog and extra driving lights. My assumption was short-lived, because a second later a police officer appeared at my window asking me what I was doing. As the conversation continued, he made it clear that he believed I had just flipped off a police officer on purpose. I replied that I had no way to know. He replied by asking me how many vehicles have a flood light and lights on top, implying that I was lying. If he had pulled up with blue flashing lights then it would have been unmistakable, but he did not. About 98% of the conversation was captured with my camera and the video shows there are no colored lights on his vehicle. When I was eventually told to leave campus property or risk being arrested for trespassing, I had to circle around the block to head home and it was then that I noticed the blue flashing lights were working on the rear of the vehicle.

Inside my mind I see a pattern of the police orchestrating responses from victims that would be perceived as antisocial to an innocent bystander, but when placed in the larger context of the patterns that emerged during the preceding months, this is merely a beleaguered individual reclaiming a bit of their self-esteem through a minor act of defiance. My suspicions were raised still further when the officer failed to give me a copy of the trespass warning even after I requested it. Later, when I had time and enough distance to mull over what happened I began to suspect the reason the officer kept the flashlight pointed at me the whole time was because he didn’t want my camera to get a good look at his face. It was then that my imagination began to play with the idea that they were fake police. It’s not unheard of, but what would they gain by harassing me except a get a few laughs?

The pattern that emerged Saturday evening was of getting hit from behind several times with car headlights for a few minutes. This was annoying, but before it became aggravating they would always turn off their lights or leave. Eventually a car with lots of lights sat in back of me until I became aggravated enough to express it briefly in the manner I did. It was obvious the officer had been watching me through the rear window, as if my becoming aggravated was the whole point. I had no way of knowing whether it was a police officer behind me because there was no flashing blue lights and my eyes would be blinded by the white lights when I looked rearward. The manner in which I expressed my annoyance was used as the excuse for kicking me off campus and threatening me with jail should I return

Friday, February 22, 2013 - Tempe, Arizona

January 12, 2013 – While I was being awakened several times per hour in anticipation of the New Year holiday, I had time to think about the content of the December 30, 2012 blog post. The thoughts that came up included further elaboration on the dreams I would rebel against. The reason I would become so upset with what was occurring in my dream is because it violated my values and mores. I don’t remember having experienced this phenomenon before starting to live at the homeless shelter in Phoenix, AZ. They say that a person cannot be made to do something that violates their core values, even when hypnotized. Maybe this is what has been occurring in my dreams.

Last night, for the first time in about a month, I did not remember waking repeatedly during the night. However, I did not feel well when I awoke, but I could not put my finger on why. I forgot to save a data file that contained the DC voltages that my body produced during the night. I also forgot to upload the data file for the overnight pulse oximeter recording into my laptop. These habit/memory lapses raised some red flags in my mind and I began to wonder whether I had suffered some mild brain damage during the night.

I had trouble organizing my morning so that I could go for a run around Tempe Lake. I also noticed I was unusually, but mildly irritable and impatient with myself. It took me longer than expected to get ready for my exercise run. When I was returning to my apartment, I noticed that I had trouble reasoning or remembering the ethical consequences of obeying traffic laws, or why I shouldn’t take a bag of grocery items someone left outside a neighbor’s door. I had no use for these items, but I was alarmed by the fact that the thought even went through my head. After returning to my apartment I began to lift weights, using a routine that I had been using since last summer. During the second set, I forgot the order of the exercises, which is a first for me.

When I look back on the events of this morning I see a pattern where my memory is not functioning properly, including my moral and ethical memory. This is not the first time I’ve experienced this phenomenon. As far as I can remember, this happened once before during the summer of 2012. What made me remember this event is that I was listening to a radio program about some catastrophe someplace in the world and could not remember why I should feel bad for the suffering people. During the previous night I had experienced vivid dreams.

The sudden loss of my moral and ethical memory has occurred twice over the past year and always upon waking. This morning I had a dream about a situation of danger. The first part of the dream involved a nameless and largely faceless character who was protecting me and another child from grave danger. This created a right and wrong scenario, where personal protection trumped social norms of right, wrong, and the rule of law. The feeling the dream created was one of moral ambiguity, in addition to the driving need to protect myself and the child from grave danger. I was reminded of how spy movies sometimes create a morally and ethically ambiguous atmosphere, where the concept of right and wrong becomes a casualty of state agendas.

It was within this morally ambiguous dream when a person suddenly shows up. This thrusts me immediately into being the adult protecting myself and loved ones from danger. I immediately put a bullet in the man’s head with a silenced pistol, which is consistent with the ‘spy movie’ theme. I don’t remember ever having killed someone before in my dreams, so when I woke from this dream at about 6 am exactly, I felt disturbed by the content of the dream and by the realization that I killed someone in my dreams. I do remember that the actual act of killing was very rushed, as if it took less than five seconds, and that my eyes were the only part of me that I recognized as the real me in this part of the dream. It was as if I experienced a sudden rush of adrenaline and rage that blocked out all other thoughts, which again is not something I’ve experienced in a dream before. Please don’t be too concerned, I don’t own any guns and have no desire to own any, and these strange “dreams-not-my-own” only happen when I’m asleep (or unconscious).

As I mentioned in a previous post (12/30/12), these vivid dreams do not feel like they are a product of my mind. After nearly 56 years of sleep, I should know. I started to take notes on my dream experiences since moving to Tempe, Arizona in early 2011 and quickly noticed that the dream content often lack fine detail, a rich texture, or a rich emotional content, and since July, 2011, seem to lack warmth and even feel indifferent or hostile. Another troubling transition since moving to Tempe, Arizona is that I began to experience vivid dreams during the first hours of my sleep period, which is something I suspect cannot occur naturally. On October 29, 2011, I noted in my journal that after waking from a vivid dream, I began to replay the dream consciously with my eyes closed. As I was going through this process the visual information suddenly became scrambled for one to two seconds. The top half of my visual field in both eyes suddenly blurred and began to scroll from left to right rapidly. The bottom half of my visual field did the same thing, only in the opposite direction. I do not have a neurological explanation for this experience and I suspect there is none that could be natural in nature.

Occasionally my forehead and temple regions would ache dully after waking from these dreams. Sometimes I would check the temperature and invariably the temple temperatures are above 100º F (CVS Temple Thermometer, $30). This temple thermometer adds a correction factor so that the measured temperature will be an estimate of the person’s core temperature. My oral thermometer on the other hand, does not correct the measured temperature. At the same time that my head temperatures indicate a fever, my digital oral thermometer typically ranges between 96.6 and 97.0º F.

This temperature differential, which is not due to poorly performing thermometers (I’ve checked their performance using a tub of warm water and get the same oral reading using a mercury thermometer), is one of the reasons I have begun using the term “Outside-In Syndrome.” Forehead and temple temperatures are almost always warmer than the estimated core temperature, which is biologically impossible at ambient room temperatures for a normal healthy person. Consistent with my outside-in syndrome theory, my scalp has been frequently painful to the touch in the morning and CAT and MRI imaging scans have revealed the top of my skull is losing bone mass and my cortex is shrinking. For the past year I have frequently woken during the night with my left eyelid glued to my eyeball and the skin above my left eyebrow is often irritated and occasionally flaky. The temperature of the left temple is almost invariably warmer than the right in the mornings and this phenomenon has been documented most mornings for over a year. An EEG performed in November 2011 found mild structural problems with the left temple/frontal lobe. When combining these different measures, it is hard not to conclude that the left temple/prefrontal lobe/Sylvan fissure area is being targeted every night while asleep.

This area has also become an area of interest for schizophrenia researchers, because gray matter volume tends to be reduced in this area in schizophrenia patients (sunburst.usd.edu /~cliff/Courses/Advanced%20Seminars%20in%20Neuroendocrinology/Affect/Sun09.pdf). More specifically, the superior temporal gyrus transects the area on my head with higher than normal temperature readings. If I’m protecting the left lateral aspect of my head with my hands while asleep, which I often try to do, this area could also be targeted through the eyes. This would explain why my left eyelid is glued to my left eyeball occasionally when I wake in the middle of the night. The LEFT superior temporal gyrus contains Wernicke’s area, which is a region critical for speech comprehension. The primary auditory cortex is also located in this region. Just above the superior temporal gyrus, a location where I record the highest temperatures in the mornings, is Broca’s area, which is important for controlling the muscles required for producing speech (www.pennmedicine.org/health_info/ body_guide/reftext/html/nerv_sys_fin.html; http://neurophilosophy.wordpress.com/2006/07/24/ clues-to-how-human-language-evolved/; http://faculty.washington.edu/chudler/lang.html).

The superior temporal gyrus has important connections to the limbic system, which is important for language production, interpretation, and self-monitoring of language use (sunburst.usd.edu/~cliff/Courses/Advanced%20Seminars%20in%20Neuroendocrinology/Affect/Sun09.pdf). In patients with schizophrenia, dysfunction of this brain region is believed to be causally related to the production of auditory hallucinations and disorganized thinking. In other words, structural deficiencies in the superior temporal gyrus region, primarily on the left side in adults who are right handed, can create symptoms of language-related psychosis.

Maybe this suggests that I am a guinea pig for testing the effects of radio frequency-mediated damage to this area and whether such damage can elicit psychosis? Or, they have already established that this is possible and I am being socially and politically marginalized by damaging this area of my brain. It should be noted that not all brain imaging studies that have looked for structural deficiencies in the superior temporal gyrus found evidence to support this theory, but many have.

In support of my allegations, I present a graphical representation below of the voltage that my body produces while sleeping. The metal portion of a ground wrist strap is held against the skin of my left forehead, just above my lateral left eye orbit, by a knit ski cap while sleeping. The other end of the ground strap lead is connected to the positive input to a digital multimeter (DMM, TekPower TP4000ZC, only $30 on Amazon) with data-logging capabilities. The DMM is set to measure DC voltage. The negative lead of the DMM is connected to electrical ground for my apartment.

It should be noted that when I short myself across the DMM to ground, the voltage is lost, and when I release the ground wire the voltage continues its original trajectory as if no charge had been lost. In other words, if the voltage had been gradually increasing when I short myself to ground, when I release the ground wire the voltage measured by the DMM is the same voltage as if I had never touched the ground wire. I interpret this experiment to indicate that the electrical charge my body is holding is being continually replenished by an external energy source, which means this is not merely a static electrical charge. In addition, when I measured current across an appropriate impedance load I was able to get measurable readings at regular intervals resembling the pattern of spikes presented in the figure below. In this figure, the X-axis is seconds and the Y-axis is millivolts. The clock time represented in the figure is from 10:01:00 pm to 07:06:00 am the next morning, from the evening of February 21, 2013 to the morning of February 22.

What this figure shows, I believe, is the timing of radio frequency pulses to my body while sleeping. These pulses are represented by the large magnitude voltage spikes in the data and the more minor deviations from the steady state voltage. I do not know if these spikes represent hits to my forehead or elsewhere on my body, because I get the same pattern when the ground strap is connected to my wrist. I do not know what the steady state background voltage represents, but my current working hypothesis is that it may represent the energy absorbed by radar surveillance equipment. This theory is based on my observation that the DMM lead wires can also pick up measurable electrical energy on their own, which suggests to me that my bedroom is being saturated by some sort of a radio frequency beam, like that produced by radar surveillance equipment.