James the Human Radio Antenna

humanradioantenna@mindcontrolforum.zzn.com

In August of 2002 I decided that, after 10 years of smoking cigarettes I would finally do away with the enthralling habit. I had failed nine other times to quit smoking. I was ready to try something radical. I put together a recipe that, to this day, and for the rest of my life, has worked perfectly. I decided to use the Nicoderm patch and replace the physical habit of smoking "something" by rewarding myself every evening with a marijuana cigarette. I smoked marijuana for two months, then quit once it no longer served a purpose. But for KARL and SARI VANDERMEER of #5 Benorama Crescent, Scarborough, Ontario M1H 1K6 the very action of bringing marijuana into the house was cause to add me to the long list of microwave mind control "harasees".

Although I would never smoke in or around my apartment, the very action of bringing a small amount of marijuana into a top security professionals basement apartment (he works for MAXGUARD alarms and security of Concord, On)was means to begin overt harassment against me.

It first started with sounds in the ventillation system. Whenever I would sit on the toilet and roll up a joint to drive off with I would hear distinct creaks and scratches inside the vents above me in such a way that suggests that it is not caused by settling of the house. I cured what I believed was Mr. Vandermeer watching over me by turning on the water while I was rolling, so to mask any sound. Then came the footprints. Wherever I would go inside the apartment while I had marijuana on me I would hear the sound of somebody walking with me from above. If I stopped, so would the footprints.

Then one day my marijuana had gone missing from the same spot I kept it in. I had enough. I went to Karl's door and I told Karl that I had been using marijuana temporarily as a stop smoking aid. I then informed him that my marijuana had gone missing. He answered my concern by demonstrating that his 47 partition alarm system had not been breached in any of the areas.

When I returned to my apartment I found the marijuana in the exact place it had originally been, only I had checked the area thoroughly twice before I acted. I felt that I had been given a stern warning. I knew not to bring pot into the house anymore and I wrote the Vandermeers an apology note that stated "I will accept any consequences as a result of my actions". Little did I know...

Two days later a very nervous Sari came to my door. Instead of an eviction notice she had a pint of tomatoes for me. I thought the gift was very nice, except Sari's hands were shaking and she kept swallowing hard. She kept her eyes down the whole time and just said, "uh, huh, uh. huh" and waited for her moment to get out of there.

I began to suspect that there was cameras inside the apartment. At night I began experiencing odd feelings,like tamping on my eardrum and I would often see purplish blotches of light and small bright ebbs of light on the ceiling. Sometimes I would see a red dot and green sticks of light. I grew ever more suspicious. Then I started to hear uaudible voices coming from the cabin of my work vehicle. I then started hearing the voices more concentrated around the radio inside the van. One day I heard somebody whisper, "dad, I think he can hear us". i then heard the distinct and character laden voice of my employer say, "What? Nooo." I then believed that my employer had bugged the vehicle to check up on me and that the equipment was of poor quality, emitting a transceiver like feedback. The result was a common one in cases of microwave mind control. I quit my job.

The last day before I was to leave my job I started hearing the same voices inside my apartment. I was hearing voices for a couple of weeks and I had informed my co- workers of what was going on at home. This time the voices were louder, more distinct. More importantly, I started having flashes inside my mind. I was seeing things in front of my conscious eyes that appeared to be manifested in purplish ultra violet light. I remember that my head felt peculiar, like there was some constant pressure on my mind. I started getting terrible ideas inside my head of stalkers, murderers being right around the corner, waiting for me to fall asleep. I had no idea why I was thinking these things, I only knew that there was no cause. I armed myself with a kitchen knife and I barricaded the walkway to the sleeping area with video tapes, rope, furniture, anything that would crash down if someone were to try to get by. I started talking to the ceiling, saying, I know that you are watching me. I demanded that my aggressor come out and dignify him or herself, that Karl would show his face. I told him how I have had plenty of problems in the past with people "eroding my environment from behind my back" so that I may leave for work one day with not a care in the world and return to find that I have been tried and convicted and evicted in absentia without the beneifit of a defense. I told the ceiling that I wanted to be like the church sign read as I passed by, "be a grace giver, not a fault finder". I told of how I would rather be hard pressed to manage a set of keys than barricade my door with locks in fear of what might happen.

I told the ceiling that I wanted to know about what it was that they were using on me "so that if it ever happens in the future I would know what to look for so to protect my loved ones". The result, endless microwave mind control.

I stayed awake all night, no sleep, watching images manifest inside my mind, images of a gun, of a person being strangled with a wire. I listened to sounds, like the sound of Karl's closet opening (image too) and Karl getting out his gun. This was unbelievable to me.

There was a mirror in the top right corner of the room. What business is there for a mirror to be in the top right corner of a room where it cannot be utilized? By this time I had taped up or covered every orifice inside the apartment. Still, I heard the footprints and I heard voices commenting on things that I was doing that emitted no sound. I got real fed up with playing around. I rushed into the room with a rock from the garden and I smashed that god-forsaken mirror. There was nothing behind it. I was baffled. Just as I wound up to smash that mirror the alarm to my rental car went off. (see I was driving a rental car because I was so distracted from hearing voices inside my head that in about a five day period I smashed my Hyundai into the wall on the highway after responding to a spontaneous impulse to jerk the wheel to the right and my other car, a Bonneville, was lost when an array of voices interlaced wouldn't relent and I hit a stalled car. Previous to that I had no instances of accident or penalty) I rushed out to my rental car. There was a piece of the console, a vent cover on the floor and there was a big greasy fingerprint on the center of the console. I suspected that there was bugging devices planted in everything I owned and I believed that someone was probably trying to retrieve one of the devices from my rental car. A week before I was in Ottawa and I was hearing the strange voices while I was there as well.

I raced to the police station in Markham because the Scarborough police told me, get this, heh, heh, "your landlord owns the house, he has every right to put cameras anywhere he pleases, just so long as it is not in the washroom". On my way to the Markham police the voices increased, very loud. Now I could hear everything that was being said. They appeared to be radio transmissions. When I got to the lights just before the police station I heard the voice say, "oh, oh, he's spotted us". I looked over and there was a black Crown Victoria with a red shield on the door parked adjacent to a white Impala with green stripes. I guess they believed that I would be scared off, but instead I raced up to the two cars and I came to a stand behind them. I took note of the name on the cars, INTERCON SECURITY. I also recorded the make, colour and the licence no. of the two cars. The two response people in the cars pretended that they did not notice me and were making deliberate hand gestures as if in deep conversation. I sped on to the police station. When at the station I told the police that I suspected that there are cameras and bugging devices inside my vehicle and apartment and I suspect that my keys and telephone may be bugged. I explained the pattern of occurrences, the voices and so forth and suggested that the devices may be defective. The police officer dismissed me as being crazy after taking a simple report. I then got the idea that there may still be a device inside my vehicle, remembering the alarm, the piece of the console on the floor and the thumbprint. I decided to take the car to the body shop where I once worked and I was going to have the console stripped and look for anything that is not factory. It was then, just before I got to the body shop that I heard the voice of Karl say, "Jamie, don't go to the body shop!" I then yelled, "Karl, is that you???" and I heard a hasty, "Yes!" I then said, "and you've bugged my vehicle". "Yes!", he replied. I then said, you asshole, the torture you have put me through! I had thought I was going crazy! I said, "if that is really you, you say that you're sorry". I heard a muttered, "sorry" and I screamed, "LOUDER!" and the reply I got, as loud as if there was a radio right in front of me, was "Jamie, I'm SOOORRRY!!!!" It came from my keychain. I then decided to be the "grace giver" after being the successful "Fault finder". I immediately said, okay, I've got to go to my last day of work, now I am going to leave the rental car unlocked and in the back of an industrial building so your guys can come and get your bugs back. I remember saying that it was not my vehicle that they had been tampering with and that I wasn't going to return it with their bugging devices inside of it. I also demanded that he remove the cameras and audio from my apartment before I returned home.

That last day, while I worked Karl and the voice of his wife, Sari explained to me that they had grown nervous about me being in their home after I confronted Karl about the marijuana. He told me "I don't like dope". Karl then explained to me that he was "the technician" for Maxguard, "the best in the world" and that he had designed all of the surveillance equipment himself. He had told me that there was a tiny camera inside my shoe. I looked down at my tattered leather dress shoes. Inside one of the ventillation holes I noticed a tiny splinter of silvery light. After that I started walking very funny. He also told me that there was a special film inside the soles of my shoes that recorded information about my vital signs. It was used for measuring nervous activity. I was also told that there were cameras and audio inside my belt, in my telephone, in the magnetic strip of the Maxguard ID card I was given, as well as the remote for my rental car, the car itself had cameras and so forth and of course the apartment was a total audio/video center. I was horrified, when I expressed anger at what was being done to me, Karl said, forewarningly, "You had to know!"

He also told me that he didn't know how I was doing it but I was some sort of a "human radio antenna", that I could somehow communicate with him without speaking or with the aid of a microphone. I remember talking to the voices as I performed my duties. Karl then said, "Jamie, you don't have to talk, I can hear your thoughts." Sari added, "Jamie, really, we don't know how you're doing it.??" I thought of the book, THE CHRYSALIDS, the telepathy. This was the wierdest thing that ever happened to me.

I felt priveleged, like I was now knowledgeable on some covert equipment that others were not priveleged to know about. I was also dead tired. Karl had actually kept me awake for two days at this point. He told me that he had also been awake for days, watching me. Karl and Sari helped me perform my pool service duties, reminding me to roll up hoses, to flick on switches. They reminded me to keep my shoes dry if I could. I really thought that I had made a friend. He told me that I was welcome to stay in the apartment so long as we have this new and trusting understanding between each other, only, "don't tell anybody, anything about yourself or what you know about Maxguard".

Karl told me that the company vehicle was bugged by him, not my employer. "I feel like shit", he would say when the topic of my decision to leave my employer because of the misunderstanding arose. I told him not to worry about it, I already had another job lined up.

When I got home I was rudely welcomed by two voices I did not recognize. I was carrying with me my tools from work. I heard these voices say to me, "what's this asshole doing home so early? Why does he have his tools with him?" I heard the voices and muttered to Karl, "thanks for the warning". Karl's voice replied, "Jamie, you don't have to speak, I can hear your thoughts. Listen, DON'T Tell them anything!"

The two voices appeared to be watching my every move. I thought about the information I had been fed by Karl, how these guys were watching my home from the Maxguard station all the time. I was never home in the day so I believed that they were the day crew. I tried to look inconspicuous. They started commenting on my actions, "look at him, he's as stiff as a board." Then, "he's pouring sweat, he looks like shit, CODE YELLOW"

I went about my daily routine, feeding the fish and grabbing a snack. I then remembered the actions of the morning, smashing the mirror, going to the police, that would never fly. I had to act more suspicious. knowing that I would not find anything I decided to look around. I went to the smashed mirror and peered at the solid wall in behind and shook my head. I pretended to be sympathetic about my actions. I then decided, hey, I'll look in the vent. See, I had this theory afterwards that the vent that was opposite the mirror may have a looking device and they could use the mirror across from the vent to see the apartment. I expected to find nothing. I got up on the chair and as I did I heard the voice of Karl say "Jamie, NO!" I looked in and to my astonishment I saw a small clear light emitting diode attached to a thin black wire that was taped to the side of the vent with electrical tape. I recoiled in horror. One of the voices, apparently of a cocky young man said, "he saw the camera" and then the other immediately said, "CODE RED". I was nervous now. The voice of Karl said,

Received 5-12-2003