Dee

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First of all. I would like to thank Ed Light for his web pages. They have been both comforting and distressing to say the least. First of all comforting, because many of the victims stories are so very similar to what my husband and our two children went through, and the knowledge that yes it did happen to us and we didn't imagine it or were crazy. And secondly distressing, because as we had previuously conjectured, that this was something that was very big indeed, and the people involved with this had no consciences whatsoever. There are no limits to their immorality. It is with some relunctance that I am writing this to send. As I am not sure just who will access ths information. Call me paranoid or whatever you like, but I will choose to think of myself as very cautious and concerned for myself and my families , preservation.

At the time of this writing, My family and I have been basically left alone. The only reason I can account for this is that they can no longer control us through any of their electronic devices or perhaps we are just no longer of any significant use or threat to them. But, this was not the case in the previous years of 1987 - 1995 or thereabouts. I have decided to be brief in my account at this time. As my main purpose in writing this is not to obtain help or validation. My husband and I read Vera's account a while back and were amazed at her account and the many parallel experiences that we have had, which prompted us to tell a little of our story. In an attempt to give back what you have given us, the feeling that we were not so alone. There are also many other victims' experiences that we share as well, that weren't included in her account.

Basically I would like to go through Vera's account and let her know of our parallel experiences as she has them written. And then I will give a basic summary of what we feel was going on and possibly why, and why we were targeted (there are a few theories).

The organization (or The company, as we were told) was very large, far reaching and money is of no consequence.

Drugs, sex, robbery as well as what was termed as the "mind fuck" were openly discussed with us by people we were acquainted with as well as others that were higher up the scheme of things. I think that they did this, because by this time, we were pretty much set up by people spreading viciuous rumours about us, that any thing that we said would be turned around on us. So not only were these people satisfying their incredible egos with their boasts, but they were also guaranteed that if we did say anything to anyone about anything we would be either classified as paranoid and delusional or they would think we were actually the ones that were the perpetrators and were trying to make someone else the scape goat.

We also do not hear voices from inside the head. They seemed to come from the walls or ceiling. We thought perhaps they were either coming over the power lines in the walls or conveyed along the plumbing, or possibly with a sophisticated intercom system. We frequently experienced zaps of electricity, especially if we were trying to figure out what was going on, or had work to do. Anything to distract us and make our work take 20 times longer than it needed to. If we could even get the job done at all.

Subterranean- We were also were made uneasy and curious by strange noises outside, people on the roof, or sounds of people moving about, or trying to get into the shop. Banging on our outside walls, laughing at me when I get up to use the bathroom. Talking in the background, constantly. We even received an actual radio broadcast, from a station that overtook the regular station in our area. Like a talk radio station. Really perverse and lude stuff would come across when we were alone. Sometimes even names would be given. One so called comment on this "radio station" was like a an advertisement for the microwave cookbook for turkeys. "You don't microwave turkeys, its not safe bacteria wise." Also comments were made about wearing white at night, just after my husband had stepped outside in a white T-shirt., to flip them off, after hearing some of their perverse radio B.S. Trying to monitor our house, we set up microphones at three sides of our house, attached to recorders, and one voice activated recorder in our family room ceiling, and another voice activated recorder in our (unattached) garage. At first they seemed to work. We could hear all kinds of goings on, as well as what seemed to be chanting. Within a few days. the recorder in our garage was shorted out (battery powered?). The recorder in the family room has a recording of someone like lifting the rafters up. You hear a jacking like noise and boards creaking, and the sound of nails coming loose. About twenty seconds later you hear a radio transmission (either a handheld transmitter or headset or that's the impression we get) you hear someone in close proximity of the recorder and someone saying "shit"and then it is turned off. This recorder was hidden. And the only way for it to get turned off would be manually, because it was in voice activation mode and there was plenty of tape. There was also another incident of this type when we hid it in the bedroom. This time after a high pitched noise the tape had stopped, and when we arrived home it was in voice actvation, plenty of tape, but it wouldn't pick us up. Until my husband turned it off manually and then right back onto voice activation, it then activated with our voices. And it still works fine to this day. It was like there was a high frequency they could use to disable the vac until reset.

We knew people were getting into our house, because things like tools or blueprints we needed to complete a job would disappear, only to return a day or so later in plain sight. It was like they were taken just to mess with our heads, like we didn't know where we normally put certain tools or other items. Believe me, they all had their own spot, or basic area. And generally thats not where they would turn up. Keys we used all the time disappeared only to reappear in a car that hadn't been driven in months. So we went to combination padlocks. These were no better. We had two identical ones. One my husband built a steel casing around. Apparently they didn't know that there were two of them, each with there own combination. After being gone one day, they both ended up with the same combination. I'm not sure if they screwed up or they just wanted us to know they had been in.

We went to the beach with some friends. Upon arriving home, fairly early, as we were uneasy about leaving our place, we seemed to smell fresh paint. After inspecting the house we noticed the back bedroom, across the hall from ours had a coat of paint, except behind the door. The ceiling and upper part of walls had a definate brown smokey tinge to it. First I must mention. The only rooms in our house that had any paint on them were the bathroom and kitchen. And this was a clear coating . The rest of the house was just basic textured plaster. Until then of course. Now this room appeared to have been in the process of being painted , and perhaps because we left the beach too soon, the job wasn't completed and they tryed to dry it quick with our kerosene heater. This is conjecture, but it fits cause our kerosene heater had been smoking recently because of bad fuel and the wick was almost shot. Needless to say we never would have put the heater in any of the bedrooms and weren't using it. We used it in the shop. We searched for any reasoning for the room being painted and why. The only thing we found was loose trim boards and the carpets seemed to have been pulled up, and the baseboard heater had been pulled out. (Later upon investigation we found all of the heaters had been taken off and put back on.) After this our oldest moved into his brothers room. Our house was starting to look shabby. And it was colder and drafty. We always had been very conscoius of weatherstripping and insulation. But now we were puzzled. Our house was getting cold and drafty and our power bill was as high as our house payment almost. We tryed everything. Shut off our mercury vapor light, shut power off to the shop at night, and finally quit using the shop altogether. turned off our hot tub used our fireplace for heat., and basically we all walked around in sweaters. We even turned off our waterbeds (we put two blankets down over the mattress and then sheets.) And we could go out and look at the meter and it would be flying.

This was another very strange occurance, a "friend" mentioned that we should lock our well. There was no way for us to do this we had no pump house. Only a small insulated box over it. My husband noticed what seemed to be tampering with our water heater though. So we started shutting off the pump. This seemed to cause a bit of a problem across the street. As did whenever we noticed anything new that had been done. The neighbor's brother would show up. We could shut off our breakers or tune in a couple radios in different parts of the house and sure enough, here he would come. We could actually summon him it seemed. Okay, Back to the water. After shutting the pump down at night for a while, one day my husband ask me to do something strange. He had me turn on the faucets after he had shut off the pump. He wanted to drain the the holding tank. This is where I'm talking about the strange occurance. After the holding tank had completely drained, (and mind you the pump is off) the water continued to run full force out of my kitchen faucet for another 20 minutes!! Believe me I timed it. How is this possible?

Our children had the rooms in the front of the house. They started complaining that the lights across the streets were shining in their windows so bright that they couldn't sleep. So we put blankets up over their windows at night, as well as cardboard over the glass. This light was so intense it was like daylight in their rooms. And if you looked outside, all you could see was a few feet away from the house. Then it would be like your eyes would smog up on you, everything was hazy. The dogs would throw a fit and it sounded like someone out there, but you couldn't even see onto our carport from the front window 10 feet away. Needless to say we were starting to have alot of car trouble. One day my car would be running like a top. And the next day somhow the plug wires would be reversed, among other things. We were starting to get extremely worried about leaving our house. Only one of us would leave at a time. And then it was only out of necessity. The kids would spend alot of time at their friends. Until towards the end just before we moved. They would come home from school, be full of energy, typical 9 and 14 year olds. Soon after arriving home they would start bickering and yelling at each other, only to crash out soon after on the couch, by about 5:00 p.m. Our youngest started having strange swellings and rashes. His ankle swelled up on him after he slid off the hood of his dads car, about a foot. That is when I noticed he also had a rash on his legs. I took him to the doctor. His ankle wasn't sprained or broken but the doctor put a wrap on it and told me to get him crutches just to keep him off of it for a while. The swelling was gone in two days but he had a rash under his arms from where the crutches touched him. A couple of weeks later, he went to sit down on the couch, and he misjudged where he was at, and plomped down on the floor in front of the couch. Probably a foot and a half drop to his bottom. He came to me crying, his bottom hurt. I pulled down his pants in the back and quickly completely removed them the rest of the way. His backside was broke out in a red rash that was actually swollen and raised, from about mid back to his feet. I took him to the emergency room. There he was the object of every nurse and doctor in the emergency room's interest. After taking four tubes of blood, a stool sample, and urine sample, and much questioning of like, "is there luekemia in your family? and do you have anyone that is a bleeder in your family?" the doctor sent us home and told me to keep him calm and no P.E. classes., no roughhousing with his brother. And if he was to ride a bike or play outside he should wear a bump cap. He said he had no idea what it was but he would do some researching and let me know. Another intern said it looked like a severe case of malaria. Not a comforting thought, one of them. He sure was a little trooper though, kept a smile through all of their poking and prodding and blood taking. What ever this was it was progressively getting worse. It was after this that my husband and I put the cardboard, with aluminum foil on the backside in his windows to try to block the bright lights. My husband also disconnected the baseboard heater in his room. Within a a couple days there was noticable improvement. After a week it was completely gone, and hasn't returned since!!!!

Our problems started long before this though, with the noises in the night, people tampering with our vehicles. At one time we had 11 running vehicles, some of them were for sale, others needed paint jobs and such first. Within a week of my husband saying something about how good they were all running they starting having problems, until we were down to one halfway dependable vehicle. And mind you my husband is a pretty decent mechanic. He just couldn't keep up with everything going on. Also at this time we noticed that the trees would move around out back and there would be no wind. I swear I've seen camouflaged people in them. We would hear a vehicle pull up behind our place and our dogs would run back there and be gone for a bit, then come back and lay done to sleep the rest of the night. My husband followed them one night. He heard what he thought was like a big glob of meat hit the ground, and then the dogs went back to the house to go beddy bye. So we figured that whoever this was, they were drugging our dogs. Any of the dogs in our neightborhood that were good barkers either had wound up dead, wounded, or simply taken. The dogs we had had been good watch dogs, but now they were pretty skittish, as if they had been beaten or something. After we were aware of the routine they were pulling with our dogs, one night we decided to stay up and try to see what was going on outside. We were relaxing in our hot tub on our back deck. We had the top slid most of the way over beause it was cool out. We were looking up in the sky, one of our favorite things to do in the hot tub. In fact we had our telescope set up on the hot tub deck; we were kinda into the stars and all. Anyway we were checking out the sky and noticed five lights coming our way from the north. They didn't just come our way they stopped when they got close. Three of them were setting by the treetops of the house across the street (apparently they were helicopters) high enough you couldn't distinguish that it was a helicopter, or hear them even, or it was just quieter than the damn train that seemed to to constantly running through town, or, the diesel truck that kept going through the gears yet took hours to go 3 miles. It was the same sounding truck every night. And he would go through the gears like he had a million lights he had to stop at (there is one in our town and the main drag is 3 miles long). One of the helicopters was to the west and the other was to the south. After they moved there, that was where they stayed until just befor daybreak. Funny, stars would have moved with the rotation of the earth. After noticing them this time, we starting repeatably seeing them. One morning after watching them most of the night. we started shining a 750,000 candle spotlight at them. A funny thing happened. The choppers that we had been unable to hear, became audible in the light beam. The truck and train sound disappeared. Turn off the light and the train or truck returned. We were actually chasing the choppers around the sky with the light. We had also noticed that there appeared to be people in the trees around our house. As day approached we saw the trees start to shake and move violently, when this would happen we would shine the light there. Sure enough, we would catch a glimpse and hear the blades chopping the air. Needless to say we didn't realize what we were doing at the time. But evidently they were trying to pick up the people in the trees and we were preventing them from doing this without being seen. A couple got by us though. Just as it was getting light there were about four cars driving around our place. One came up on the road behind our place and the last, a white van drove right in front of our house, slowed to a near stop briefly. As the door shut, you could hear a male voice say "let's go!". Apparently we had run the helicopters off from picking up their passengers and because of the approaching daylight they had to have alternate escape. Soon after this, our neighbor rented her house to a military guy. Areal jerk I must say too.

I'm trying to keep with your list Vera, but sorry I wander into my own sometimes. We too experienced noxious odors. In fact they were so bad I called the Health Department. One police officer came and acknowledged the strange fumes. We were never able to get ahold of this officer for a written report from him. He wasn't available, and then he was transferred. He was very sympathetic to us too. This one was some kind of stink bomb or something. The guy I was in touch with at the Health Dept, constantly I might say for about 3 weeks, told us that the other odor we described, the heavy pungent floral smell, he thought was chloroform. We told him we were having a hard time getting out of bed in the morning and we were getting headaches. First he told me that he should be able to come and test our air and it would be a few days. After weeks of talking to him, (at first he was also very sympathtic) he got in touch with the DEA for us. He said that chloroform was used in the final stages of making dope, and that we had possibly pissed someone off (our neighbors, we had taken pictures of them, some out of county state cops told us to do this, because we felt that our county cops were in cahoots with the dope dealers across the street). We made copies of our excessive power bills and mailed them to our power company, the DEA, FBI, and the state patrol. No body seemed to care. The power company told us that their meter worked fine and if someone was using our power it wasn't their problem. We should find the line ourselves and cut it. Yah right.

We also had noticed a ringing in our ears for some time. And our house and yard were magnetized. Our trees were bleeding sap. Every morning we would wake to dead animals in our yard. Dead crows , squirrels. Flys that got in our house would be dead by morning. Our window sills were littered every morning. Our dogs that used to love to come in the house with us, would come to the door and then whine, they were uneasy, and wouldn't come in.

During this time and previous we were constantly being followed, by car and by plane. My husband said he always knew when I was going to be home cause a plane would fly over. I said the same about him. I finally had to quit my job because I couldn't concentrate. I had someone on my tail everywhere I went. Scum bags, that I had no idea of who they were, waved at me like we were good friends, smiling ear to ear -- my skin crawls just remembering it. We searched our house for monitoring devices, all types. We found that our phone was tapped, and fixed it. Then a guy from a fiber optic company came, a company my parents got ahold of for us, and put the phone back the way it was, after we told him to leave it alone, and that the phone company had already told us how to connect it. He had no right, he wasn't from the phone company, so we took the damn thing all the way out, fuckers.

Another "friend" told us that we were in danger and that we had better leave town. He would give my husband $1000 for his hot rod, that we should get out of town and when we get somewhere safe write him and he would send us a check. When we questioned him as to what he meant, all he would say is that he didn't know any more, but we should get away. Stress was really showing on us. And I have to admit some of the things we came up with, in our trying to make sense of it all, did sound kinda crazy. We took our kids to stay with their aunt for the rest of the school year (two weeks); after one week she told me that the cops told her that we would get more help if our kids were with us. They also mentioned to her that they thought we were running a lab or something. (not)

A couple days after our kids were home we decided to go to the beach, anywhere to get away from the house. It was really hot. Hubby and I were both bare footed -- the kids rode in the back of the van. We didn't even get 30 miles down the road, when we were yelling and screaming at each each. And then we would be laughing, then yelling, then laughing. My husband stoppped along side the road, by then we were really yelling. The kids were really confused. Hubby and I got our of the van and he told me if I would just shut up and not say a word we could get back in and drive, I said "ok". That was it, I had said something and we were yelling again. Then we were laughing. We finally made it home. Both of us couldn't seem to control our emotions or tempers. We were up and down and sometimes at the same time. We decided there must have been something on the floor of the van in the front, and since we were both barefooted that we absorbed some kind of chemical that was doing this to us. My husband took the hose to the van and proceeded to hose it out good. He calmed down pretty much, I was still pretty agitated. I think becasue he was standing in the water while he hosed out the van. Later that evening, we could feel our skin just crawling and and we started getting zapped. It seemed like it was going through our heads to our feet or vice-versa. You could feel your temperature rising. It was like we needed to escape but we had nowhere to go. Finally my husband had had enough, he felt it had something to do with the power, because of all the previous things we had experienced, and harassment from some of the neighbors. He was determined to turn off the power. So he took his 22 rifle and walked out to the power pole (we're talking desparation here, as well as whatever had been affecting us from earlier.) But he wasn't just whacked, he had a definite purpose. There is a little circuit breaker by the transformer that controls the flow of electricity to our house and the adjoining property that he was trying to eliminate. He was totally fed up with the situation. We had tried every resource we could think of, gone to every agency available to no avail. But no one made an attempt, not even to prove us wrong. I must mention here that we lived in a rural area, we weren't down town or anything. None the less, someone called in about the shooting. I think mainly, because I was still very agitated from earlier and was being very vocal. Actually I was yelling pretty loud I been told, which was very out of character for me. Well help came. Ha ha. They came and took us away. My husband told them exactly what he was doing and why. Basically at that point we were glad to go. We couldn't stay there and we didn't have anywhere else to go. We were hoping they might finally realize that something was going on. Well, no such luck. The only thing that happened was they put me and my husband in the Pshychiatric ward for four days on observation. Then let us out because there was nothing wrong with us. They tried to say it was drugs, but my husband took a blood test the night we went in, which came out negative (still has the results). Ahh but the rest of the story, during the time they had us in the hospital they took our kids from us. We were not given any chance to question or fight it. In fact we weren't even notified of the fact until after we were let out of the hosiptal. The day after we got out of the hospital my husband and I both lost about an eighth of an inch of skin off the bottom of our feet. It was big chunks, really gross. Like I said, we were drugged or something. We had both complained about it in the hospital the night we were brought in too. I told them my feet were burning, but they did nothing. Nobody cared again or bothered to even consider that we were telling the truth. Someone had done a good job of smearing us. Anyway, the deal they gave us was that if we went to reahab and all kind of drug evaluations and parenting classes we might be able to get our kids in about 6 months or so. Or, If I would divorce my husband they would give me the kids right away!! Well since the drug check came out negative they decided that my husband must be an alcoholic then. We might have a drink on our anniversary. They were pathetic, we didn't go for any of their deals. I was't about to divorce the man I love for no government, who did they think they were? What gave them the right to even come up with something like that. Well, we weren't going to let them push us around because we knew we were right. And that we were not acting rationally that night because of whatever we had been exposed to. Regardles of being right, a person will finally give in when they are hurt enough. Believe me, the worst thing they could do to us was to take our kids. I am afraid that we spoil them a bit. But they are very good kids despite how much we loved them. And to have the two most important things taken from you and no hope in sight when you might be reunited with them is a disheartening thing. We decided to give in. We did the classes, said whatever they wanted to hear. Played the part of the poor recouping druggy. What a joke. Sick joke on someone's part. But we got our kids and that's what really counts. And we know. The only reason we can ascertain that they have left us alone is perhaps we were very good actors, or the place we moved into, the location could be a factor. But I must impart with you something that took us through the whole long ordeal, of two years, my brother-in-law gave us some tapes of the bible. Mind you we have always considered ourselves Christians, and tried to be good people. But during this trying time we spent most of our waking hours listening to these tapes over and over. They kept our hopes alive that justice would someday be done. Well, about 6 months before we got our kids back, the beast that had been our kids caseworker got in a very bad accident and was taken off. I truly believe if she had continued on, there would have been no way we would have ever seen our kids again. I truly believed that our faith that God could and would return our children to us and take away the continual harassment of our minds and bodies. And so it had been.

Truly whoever or whatever these persectors are, they are organized, ruthless, and money is no object, and power is plenty. I have lots more to say and many, many more details and events that I have written down in notes to myself, but in the interest of maybe fnally getting this to you I am going to cut this short. I would really like to someday meet with you Vera or Mr. White as just typing this brings back so many more memories of things that need to be said. It is just appalling to think of all the things we went through and our poor kids too. There is an organiztion out there that is just too sick to contemplate. I fear that that is our biggest hurdle in getting people to believe us. Because it is so terrible. I had a hard time believing it myself and I was there. My kids don't like to talk about it or hear me talk about it, because it was such a hurtful time for them, being away from us. But I just want to keep them safe and try to teach them not to be too trusting of anyone, not paranoid, just very careful. They know though. They were there too. And things happened to them too. They won't forget. We have been taking a while a getting this down on paper, its ok while writing about it, for a while anyway. But then it catches up with you and memories start to overwhelm you and you have to quit for a few days or weeks sometimes. It's not something you can think about all the time and keep your cool and wits. So until I write again I guess I'll get this to you finally. I want to thank you Cheryl for your letter to me. I really appreciated it. I wasn't sure if you had gotten my message or not. So I really appreciated you letting me know that you had been offline for a couple months, and that I hadn't been ignored. Thanks again for letting me vent a little. Please bear with me in my story I'm not a professional writer or anything and I know I've left out alot of details, maybe some of them important . But I hope you can get the gist of it all, sometimes the stuff comes flooding and my fingers don't go that fast. Bye, for now.

Dee