Roxanne OGrady
roxannamar@sailormoonfan.com

My name is Roxanne. Since February of 1992 I have been aware of the presence of “others” in my life. They monitor my every move. Although I am not a genius with some imperative knowledge or all that special or unordinary in any way, I am the target of very important powerful unknown people who have been recruited to harass me. I have never hurt anyone in my life and still do not understand why I was chosen for this “experiment.” I do have a close relative who worked for Reagan/Bush in the Secret Service in the Whitehouse, but I have never discussed this with my relative (and I do not hear his voice.)

I come from a mentally healthy and secure childhood. I never had any problems until the age of twenty-six. I was living in Oceanside, CA when a multitude of shocking and strange events turned me from a happy healthy individual into a fearful, chaotic stalking victim. I moved (ran) to Albany, NY to get myself away from the “nightmarish” situation. The fear subs! ided for several years and I tried to get on with my life.

I met a man fell in love with him (a now defucnt relationship.) We lived happily for a while, until one day I began hearing voices from the electronic equipment in our house. I couldn’t understand a lot of it, but the gist of it was a frenzied woman calling me “Slut!” over and over again. I considered the fact that I might have become Schizophrenic. I started taking medication and visiting a therapist but even through my heightened paranoia I could see that the therapy was a ridiculous situation. The therapist didn’t believe me and instead of discussing the voices and repairing the damage done by “them” we talked about my childhood and a lot of bullshit. I still would like for her to refund my husband’s money. But that will never happen.

After a while I decided to collect evidence and was able to record the woman’s voice and listened to it often. I played it for my husband and family members who could! n’t explain it but suggested more therapy. I listened to the “Others” as they threatened my family and past loved ones. In a discussion about a former boyfriend, they told me they were going to chop him into little pieces and mail him back to me. I just cried. They continued by having someone scream as if being tortured. I didn’t realize at the time that it was lies and I fell apart. Hearing a loved one being tortured unnerved me to no end. They thought it was funny. What kind of sadists would do something like that and laugh? I went to lay down for a while after spending the night listening to them and being deathly afraid of them breaking in to murder me and my husband (just for having the misfortune for being involved with me.). The voices just said “Just lay there so we can get this over as violently as possible.” Of course I didn’t go to sleep. The sleep deprivation was pure hell. I’m over it now (having faced just about every fear they could target) but then my fear wa! s overwhelming. I supposed they enjoyed it, like good sadists would.

For the first few years it was portrayed as a satanist cult attacking me. I wandered around the house having outrageous conversations with them. I read the bible to them and tried to talk them into Christianity. After a few years, they explained that they were just faking the Satanism. I guess they realized they had to after I began recognizing some of the voices. You wouldn’t believe the people I’ve talked to.

I vowed to investigate the situation until I could explain it. I never wanted revenge. Just safety for me and the people I love. I know now that I‘m the target and victim of Direct Energy weapons/ Voice Waves and have been for the past six years. I hear the “others” voices twenty-four hours a day, even this past Christmas (when we sang carols together.) Funny, I didn’t know that Satanists sang Christmas carols!

I believe that I live in an electronic cage or “prison camp.” I wond! er if I’m living in my own little “Ed TV” movie but have no idea how they keep it from me. I have proven to myself that I am being monitored by a satellite, that follows me everywhere (even to the grocery store) and tracks me along with broadcasting the electronic voices. I assume the public can hear the voices but no one will admit it. Aside from some snide comments I hear in passing, they remain conspiratorial in “keeping the secret.” As my awareness of my situation grew, the finger pointing started. They “others” began using couriers to communicate with me. I’ve heard this referred to as “street theater” and agree that it’s a perfect term for it.

My family still believes I have mental problems (although the majority of them have “recruited” to serve as additional voices and a means of additional communication with the “powers that be.”) I lost my family!

I have been through every degrading experience and emotional disturbance they could think of. The mental ! torture that is the most disturbing to me is threats and “scream games” the others play about those people I love. They know they can hurt me the most this way and take full advantage of it. They want to drive me to suicide. I guess so they can cover this situation up. But they can forget it. I am a survivor!

I would like to become an activist for freedom of thought, but don’t really know how to go about it. I believe that they have put me in a power situation, and I’ll just have to trust God to help me know what to do with it. Any ideas? I’d love to hear them. My email is: roxannamar@yahoo.com.