David's Story Update
Introduction and Background
I am David Mitchell, 32 years old, born City of Sheffield, United Kingdom on the 18th March 1966. I want to share my thoughts and feelings with others out there who have, and are still experiencing the horrors that I have witnessed in the last 14 months. I want it made clear that I am not a victim of electronic weapons harassment, but I am a victim of circumstances experienced by my partner, and true love Tracey. She is a victim of this horror and I want to share with people the feelings and concerns of an ordinary man, just trying to do the best for his partner and family.
This testimony will be a detailed account of my life, Tracey's life and how we met. It will also give a detailed account of the current situation, and the difficulties we are both experiencing. I will then give a detailed conclusion and share my thoughts with other victims out there.
I was raised by a hard working, ordinary working class family in Sheffield. I have 2 brothers and one sister. I am the eldest 32. I went to an ordinary State school and have lived in this area most of my adult life. My sister is 30, and has four beautiful children of her own. My brothers are Phillip, age 28 and Jonathan, age 23. We are an ordinary family, living ordinary lives. They are good people and they work hard. My mum is a telephonist. She works for a major commercial law firm in the City of Sheffield. She has always, and will always be my best friend. Sometimes I do not know what I would have done without her.
I left school in 1983, at the age of 17 and went on a B/TEC course in Computer Studies at the Local Further Education College. However because of a change in the family's circumstances, I had to withdraw from my course in 1984 and find work. You see my dad lost his job. He worked in industry from leaving school at 14. He was a hard working, stable man, who always tried to do the best by his family. He had his faults, but was a good man. During that period life was hard in Sheffield. The city was built on the steel industry and coal mining. Those two industries were the major employers in the area. During the 1980's, under Mrs Thatcher's Government, industrial cities like Sheffield were subjected to severe economic restraints. There was wholesale rationalisation and job losses in three major industries steel, engineering and coal. This situation ripped the heart out of Sheffield. Once proud men who had worked and supported their families could no longer do so. Sheffield is a proud city. It's people are the salt of the earth. I have lived here for all but 5 years between 1987 and 1992, when I lived and worked in London.
1984-1987, was a difficult period in my life. There was hardly any work in Sheffield. I did what jobs I could get, but 3 years later in 1987, I had had enough of having no money and being stuck in the house all the time with nothing to do. So one day in September 1987, I decided to pay a visit to the local Job Centre (Government Funded Employment Agency). Low and behold there was an advert up for security work in London. I filled in the forms and went for the interview. The salary wasn't brilliant, but I had been unemployed for a long time and I was fed up of having no independence. The security company were also offering accommodation in London, for the successful applicants. I thought it would be a good idea to strike out on my own. I was 21 and skint, so I went for the interview. I got the job. It was to start the following week. I packed my things, said goodbye to my mum and dad and I got on the train, hoping for a new life in London. I felt homesick for a while, but it passed and the job turned out OK. I ended up working on reception at Channel 4 Television in London. However the salary was not good and I was working 60 hours, sometimes more every week. Bearing this in mind I decided to save up as much money as I could and I got my own place in East Ham, which is in East London. There was plenty of work in London during the late 80's, early 90's. The place was booming. You see once I had my own place, I could look for another job. That is what I did and from January 1988 - August 1989, I worked as an assistant storeman, for a big casino in London's west end. The salary was higher and I was only working 40 hours a week.
It was during my time in East Ham that I met Alan, he is Tracey's nephew. That was how I eventually met, my now partner. The first time I saw her, I knew that we had to be together. I literally fell in love with her at first sight. Tracey is very special to me, but at the time she was with someone else, Bob. I stayed away, because I respected Tracey, and we were all friends. I did not want to spoil any friendship with either Alan, Bob, or Tracey. I knew the time wasn't right for Tracey and I so I never let on how I felt about her. Everything was kept at a strictly friendship level. We all became good friends, but something worried me about Tracey. You see I later found out, on getting to know Bob better, that he was lazy, he would not work and he had women all over the place. Tracey is beautiful, but she always lacked self confidence. I later discovered Bob had cost Tracey her career. He used to stop her getting up for work. Consequently she lost her job. I also discovered Bob was a compulsive gambler. They never had two pennies to rub together. I could see the strain in Tracey's face. I knew that sooner or later they would split up because I knew Tracey would not put up with this for long. Tracey is a bright, intelligent and very special person. I just felt it was a matter of time before we were together. However, this never happened. I changed my job in the August of 1989. I managed to get on at The Royal Mail as a railway station postman. Overtime and earnings became plentiful. The standard of living I had always wanted, I now had. In my first year I earned nearly £30,000. I started working more, weekends, evenings, as much overtime as I could get my hands on. I had never earnt so much money in my life. Consequently, I was not in touch with my friends so much. I let work take over. I did see Tracey and Alan from time to time. My life carried on like this until 1992. However in 1991 I found out from Alan that Tracey had split with Bob. I thought now is my chance to tell her how I felt. It didn't happen. I later discovered from Alan that she had gone to work in a local pub in Dagenham called The Pipers. My heart sank. People I knew had told me never to go near that place. It was the hang out of every drop out, nazi and criminal type in the Essex area. Consequently I never set foot in there. Unbeknown to me Tracey had started seeing a man called Mark. She met him while working at the pub. When Alan told me my heart sank. Within 6 months Tracey was married to this man and I lost touch. I was absolutely devastated. I also knew from Alan that this person was giving her a hard time. It had taken a lot out of Tracey, splitting up with Bob. I believe this Mark took full advantage of Tracey's vulnerability at the time. It was a marriage on the rebound. At this time I had no idea what Tracey, had quite innocently let herself in for.
The year went on and Alan told me things that disturbed me. He told me that Tracey was being subjected to both physical and psychological abuse. The confidence was being systematically knocked out of her. I was extremely concerned for her. I told Alan "we must get her away from him". Everyone seemed powerless to do anything about Tracey's situation. However, briefly towards the end of 1992, I stayed with Tracey's ex Bob, for a few weeks, before eventually returning to Sheffield. My job had been cut back severely. My dad had passed away at the end of 1991, and my mum had just told me she had been made redundant from her job. Luckily the weekend before I left London, guess who showed up on the doorstep Saturday night. It was Tracey. She was 8 and a half months pregnant. I was relieved. Bob and I helped her in, sat her down and made her a hot drink. She looked ill and drawn. In fact she looked like she could use a good meal. What she began to tell us only increased my desperation to get her away to safety.
The following is, as close as I remember of an account of the discussion we had with Tracey that Saturday night. She told us that Mark had abused her physically and mentally. She felt like the confidence was draining away from her. At one point she couldn't even leave the house without one of Mark's mates as escort. However even though this disturbed me what she said next got my major alarm bells ringing. She told us that one night Mark, Tracey and a few of his mates had gone out to a working men's club in Dagenham. She was pregnant and Mark said to her "I could cut that baby out of your stomach". His mate then piped up and said "It'll pop out just in time for the spit". Bob and I then proceeded to tell her that she had to get out of there. I told Tracey that I had a flat in Islington, the other side of London, where I would take her. I told her that I would look after her and go to the hospital with her when the baby was due. Bob said "Trace you have to get away from that arsehole". He told her to go with me. Even though Bob had his faults he cared about Tracey. He also knew the way I felt about her. He told me that "Dave, you and Tracey should be together. Get her away and take care of her, she needs you". I told him that I had always loved her. He knew, Bob was very intelligent, and very perceptive. He said "Dave, you have my blessing". Then he said to us both "Do as your told the pair of you get out of here to safety and take care of each other". Tracey told me that Mark had gone for the weekend. Her place was empty. That is how she got to see us. I told her Bob and I would come with her to pack some stuff. I could then take her to the flat in Islington. I said "Trace, nobody knows about me. You will be safe". She could not make a decision. I said "Tracey, you are in danger there". "You are about to have a baby". "You must think about yourself and your baby now. You know Bob and I are telling you the truth. Come with me and I will give you a new life and a fresh start". Unfortunately, her confidence just wasn't there. She felt a sense of duty to the marriage and she returned home the following morning. Bob and I were devastated, for we knew that she was walking straight back into the lion's den. I was devastated, confused. I did not know what to do, except return to Sheffield and leave my life in London behind. However, I contacted Alan, Tracey's nephew. I told him to get my Sheffield address and phone number to Tracey discreetly. I told him to tell her never let anyone have it and that if she ever needed me, to get in touch. In October 1992, I returned home, to my mum's in Sheffield.
I made a fresh start back in Sheffield. I found a little job. This ended in March 1993. I struggled for a while. I could not get Tracey out of my system, no matter how much I tried. I kept in touch with Alan. He told me Tracey hadn't been in contact for a while, then in 1994, Alan phoned me. He told me that Tracey had left Mark. She was living in the Midlands, in a little country cottage. Alan had also moved from London. He lived not far away from Tracey. I decided to go and see Alan, one weekend in June 1994. However, I saw it as a perfect excuse to go and see Tracey. My feelings had never dimmed and I was desperate to see her. I went down by car. The day did not start very well. The car broke down when I got there. It had to have a new alternator fitted. That cost me £80.00. Alan had to help me push start the car, so I could get it to the garage. However, it was sorted out and we finally arrived at Tracey's cottage. I was pleased to see her. She knew it. She looked well and the happiest I had seen her, in a long time. She had really got things together there. She was as beautiful, as the first time I saw her in London. I wanted desperately to hold her in my arms and tell her how I felt, but it was not possible. She had a room full of guests and I couldn't talk to her alone. We had a nice day and we left in the evening. I dropped Alan back home and returned to Sheffield. How I regret not turning round and going back to Tracey. At that time I had no idea what was to lay ahead for her. I came home and resumed my life. I had decided to return to study, with an eventual aim of studying for an accounting degree at University. I had become fed up with dead end jobs, with mediocre income. I wanted more out of life. Tracey and I kept in touch, but things got in the way and I didn't manage to get down there to see her again.
In 1995, I suddenly lost contact with Tracey. I was no longer able to get through to her on the phone. I was worried. I knew that she would not break contact without telling me. This was totally out of character. I was like a cat on hot bricks. I got through my college course and began my degree course in September 1995. My life was going well. At that time I had no idea of the nightmare scenario that Tracey was unwittingly being set up for. For details of events in this period please refer to my combined statement of both Tracey and myself. It is posted on the website.
I heard nothing from her again until June of 1997. I had completed the second year of my degree. I had a part-time job as well, which supplemented my student income. I was settled and then one day, out of the blue I got a phone call. It was Tracey. She sounded worried and distressed. I was worried, but I had to work that night. She gave me her mobile number and I phoned her the next day. She told me she was staying with a friend in Colchester, Essex. She wanted to see me. I then proceeded to let out all the feelings that had been bottled up for nearly 10 years. I told her I loved her and that I was glad she had contacted me at long last. We made the arrangements and I drove down to Colchester to meet her. It was a dull day, pouring down with rain and when I saw her I was shocked. She had lost a lot of weight and was clearly in distress. At this time I had no idea what lay ahead. I told her to come back to Sheffield, bring her son Joe with her, I would get us all somewhere to live. You see I was living at my mum's. It would not have been practical for us to have stayed there for too long. She could not make up her mind, so I said I had to return home. I was working the next night. I returned home and the next morning Tracey phoned and said she was on her way. I managed to talk my mum into letting her stay with us, while I found us our own place. I went down to the council to try and arrange a place. They told me we would have to wait about a month. We could only stay with my mum for a couple of weeks at the most, so I knew I had to find somewhere quick. I looked for a private rented place. I found one, but it was in a rough part of Sheffield. We took it. It was a nice 3 bedroom flat above a shop. The rent was quite high and we were struggling financially.
Because I was a student, we could not get any state benefits. This meant we had to pay most of our own bills. Fortunately, the council re-housed us about 2 weeks after. Tracey did not want to move, but I explained to her, the rent was £25.00 per week cheaper and the bills would be more manageable. We eventually moved to this place in August of 1997. However it seemed that we could never get the money right. Tracey could not get what she was entitled to. I suspected something was wrong, but she would not tell me. During the time in the flat we had arranged for a private consultation with a neurologist. He said there was nothing wrong, after sending her for a CT scan and an EEG. All the results came back normal. She also went for a smear test at the local surgery. She told me the doctor had tried to remove something from her cervix and she nearly hit the roof. It was so painful. She began to tell me things about an "inflicted" illness. To be honest I had never heard of anything like it, but the more she told me about her symptoms, the more instinct told me, that this was nothing natural. She told me that it was some sort of implant(s) in the cervix. Obviously I was stunned, but I knew that Tracey was a credible person, and that she would never lie to me. My University life had taught me to keep an open mind. My knowledge of computers and electronics also told me that what she was telling me was not beyond the realms of possibility. However I had doubts. Any ordinary person that comes across this stuff for the first time will have doubts. I still kept an open mind and tried to live a normal family life.
I began to do some research. That was how I stumbled across Ed Light's MCF website. I took an immediate interest because many of the testimonies I read of others seemed to correlate so well, to what Tracey had said she was, and had been experiencing. The case with the most in common to Tracey, was that of Carole Sterling. The symptoms etc. were almost identical to what Tracey had been telling me. She had told me she needed medical treatment urgently. I had already worked out she had a gyneacological problem that needed attention. We went to see the GP. On my request he referred Tracey to a Gynaecologist in Sheffield. The diagnosis was endometriosis. We went for a private appointment. On our first visit he examined her and said she had endometriosis and she would need to have it removed by laperoscopy. Bear in mind, I had already given this doctor a detailed account of the symptoms Tracey was experiencing. My hypothesis was that the obstruction in the cervix had led to the endometriosis. The doctor never mentioned anything about an obstruction. I still didn't fully understand what was going on, so Tracey decided to go through with the procedure. We were both hoping the other problem would be removed at the same time. She went into a private hospital in October 1997 for the laperoscopy. The procedure cost us over £1,400.00, a lot of money. Both Tracey and I were in high hopes the other problem (implants) would be removed as well. They were not. We were both devastated. She recovered from the anaesthetic and told me the symptoms were still there. The doctor had been keen to take her in and help her. Why did he not do the honours? The only conclusion I can draw is that he was ordered to treat the endometriosis only and leave the implants in place. We were both getting desperate. Tracey was in distress a lot of the time. The doctors seemed indifferent and uncaring. I started to question all the beliefs I had held, since being a child. Why wouldn't they help my partner? I was becoming angry. I talked with Tracey and we discussed the possibility of having a baby. We thought this might cure the problem. We began trying and in December 1997, we found out she was pregnant. We were both over the moon. However that was only the beginning. In the February of 1998, we went to have an ultrasound to check on the progress of the baby. The picture I was given is displayed on the website. Upon seeing this scan I was horrified. I am somewhat of an amateur scientist. There was clearly another object in Tracey's womb, besides the baby. I challenged the doctor. He proceeded to tell me that this was a normal, healthy pregnancy and that the thing I was pointing out was the egg sack. Bear in mind the baby was on the opposite side of the womb, to the object. I knew he was lying to me straight away. I could not get one straight answer from one of those doctors that day. We took the scan away with us. That pregnancy miscarried 2 weeks later. The reason is obvious. Look at the first ultrasound.
The GP sent Tracey to the early pregnancy unit at the hospital. They asked her whether she wanted a medical management or surgical management for the miscarriage. She opted for the medical management. This involves a course of tablets in the vagina. These tablets open up the womb and the baby should come away naturally. I stayed with her, until late into the night. The next event took me completely by surprise. The doctor came into the room with a nurse. The nurse had a torch. The doctor told Tracey she wanted to examine her. What happened next shocked me. She proceeded to insert forceps, as if trying to remove something. I heard the forceps impact a solid object. Now I know the cervix and the womb are not solid. They are muscle. What the hell was inside Tracey? The doctor never said anything. I posted it on my MCF UK website, hoping someone would come forward and tell me what the object is. As yet no one has, Why? The doctor couldn't get out, whatever it was and she told Tracey she would need a D & C. She was supposed to go down that night. It never happened. We were kept waiting all the next day and she was dis-charged the next night. The doctor that saw her was taken off and it was another doctor that discharged her.
That week was horrendous. Tracey told me she felt something was stuck in the neck of the womb. She was in so much pain she was nearly passing out. A hospital for women, left her like this. I took her back the following Sunday. She was in agony. They took her down for the D & C, but still the foreign objects were not removed. I even had a go at the doctor. All I got in response was silence. They took her for the D & C that evening. A couple of hours later she was discharged. It felt to me, as if the hospital could not wait to get rid of her. I was so angry, I wrote a letter of complaint to the hospital, a few days later. I got no response.
We were now coming into March 1998. Bear in mind that I had been trying to get Tracey medical help since June of 1997, when we first got together. Tracey was becoming ever more desperate. I could not comprehend the attitude of the medical profession. I still had difficulty believing what was going on. After all I was an ordinary man, just trying to do the best, and the right thing by my special lady. I love that girl more than life itself. I was desperate to get her help. Tracey's symptoms became worse. I decided to consult with a solicitor, with a view to bringing a case for medical negligence against the British Health Service. I had some evidence, the ultrasound from February. The problem was, finding a doctor to confirm for me the object on that image. I have still yet to get that testimony. We decided that the best course of action would be to get a full set of MRI scans of Tracey's womb, and pelvic area. I began to follow this route. By April 1998 I had managed to get a private appointment in Liverpool. Tracey was more ill. She was desperate. That is when we hit the road. We travelled around the UK for two weeks, waiting for these scans. She used to get relief from travelling. The day before the appointment Tracey got nervous. She was scared the MRI scanner may react with the objects in the womb. She ran. We ended up in Spain where we spent 6 weeks from mid April to the end of May. It even followed us there. However I did get some positive answers in Spain, which gave me a fuller understanding of the seriousness of Tracey's situation. Unfortunately things did not go as planned and the funds dried up. We had no choice but to return to the UK. On reflection it would have been better if Tracey and Joe could have stayed out of the UK.
We landed in Gatwick. On arriving back in the UK Tracey became so ill, she nearly fell over. I went to the airport desk. I sat her down and asked them to get me an ambulance. I thought now they may treat it as an emergency. On arrival at the hospital, in Surrey which is in the South East of England, they took her in and we waited for the doctor. He examined Tracey, told her not to worry and that her situation did not warrant emergency assistance. They told her to go back to her GP (General Practitioner / Local Doctor). We couldn't, we were still 200 miles away from our home in Sheffield. We had no means of getting home and we had a small child with us. We managed to get to Redhill, the nearest town. I went to the DSS (Department of Social Security), to try and get emergency assistance, so we could get back home to Sheffield. It was refused, incredibly. There we were 200 miles from home and nowhere to stay. I contacted Alan, I knew he might be able to help. He came up trumps. He told us to meet him in Croydon. It was two stops on the train. We made it. He got us something to eat and he said we could stay at his flat. It was empty because he had moved in with his girlfriend. However, having no money made things impossible. I signed on for unemployment. The nearest, and safest place was Tracey's mum. She lived about 100 miles away from where we were. We also knew she would assist us to get home. We had no money. The only way to get there was to jump two trains, avoiding the fare. We managed it and we phoned Tracey's mum on arrival at the station. She told us to get a cab and she would pay at the other end. I was just so relieved to get my family off the streets. I was tired and exhausted. However Tracey was apprehensive because we both knew her symptoms were more severe in the Rugby area.
We tried to carry on with our lives as best we could. Tracey became more desperate and more ill. It seemed that we couldn't get anything done about her health. I began corresponding with other victims on the MCF. I was looking for some answers. You can imagine how I felt, seeing the lady I love in so much distress. Bearing in mind her past and the fact she had a child, I wanted some straight answers. I began pounding the neurologist, the GP, and the Gynaecologist with letters. I wanted to know what the hell was going on. The gynaecologist wrote back and said "Good luck with your next pregnancy". I thought he was taking the piss. The neurologist never replied and hasn't to this day, despite me sending him a detailed account of my partner's situation.
Things went from bad to worse. Tracey's condition became worse. The doctors have done nothing to help her, despite my vociferous campaign. I am now back at University trying to complete my studies. Tracey and I eventually split about the end of August 1998. She and Joe are currently staying with her elderly parents in Rugby. Since she left she has kept in touch, but she feels that my publicity campaign and the fuss I have made has made her situation worse. I have been unable to convince her otherwise. Consequently she is now alone and isolated, at the mercy of a technology, that I still do not fully understand or can comprehend.
On Thursday 15th October 1998, she came back to Sheffield with her mum for an appointment with the Gynaecologist who saw her earlier on in the year. She did not let me attend the appointment with her, despite my wishing to do so. I met up with her afterwards and she told me that he didn't examine her. She has also been losing weight at the rate of about a stone a month. He never commented on this either. Despite 2 miscarriages he told her to try for another baby. Tracey and I both know that she is unable to carry children because of the implants, but it appears that the greatest majority of doctors in the UK are hell bent on covering this up. However he did put Tracey on the waiting list for a hysterectomy. She will have to wait approximately 9 months for this operation. Anyway he told her to come back in 3 months. Upon hearing this I was absolutely disgusted. It felt, from what she said to me that she was being monitored in some sort of medical experiment. This is exactly the impression I am getting, from the attitude of the doctors. She is treated like property. A piece of meat that they can do with what they like. I find this sick, disgusting and totally against every basic human right. It appears to me that Tracey has no rights at all. She cannot even claim state benefits to support herself and Joe, her son. The solicitor who was working on the case for us has also mysteriously left the firm. That is the second time that has happened. I do not fully understand what is going on. I cannot apply any logic to the situation at all. The unthinkable has also happened. The situation has ended up alienating us from one another. She feels her best option is to run away, move to a new area and tell nobody. I do not agree, this will follow her wherever she is. It even followed us half way across Europe. She blames the investigation I have conducted, and is still ongoing for the plight she finds herself in now. She blames me.
None of this is my fault, or Tracey's. It is the work of an unseen foe, that I know nothing about. They are systematically taking her apart. Splitting us up has scored them a major victory. She is much worse since she has been staying at her mum's. Her weight loss is continuing apace. For the first time I fear for her mortality in the short term. Common sense alone tells me that a petite lady of 10 stone, losing weight at a rate of about a stone a month will not survive much longer. However things have reached a point where she will no longer speak to me. It really hurts. I am now alone and confused, trying to complete the final year of a financial studies degree. I feel completely and utterly sick, empty and powerless. I fear for the lives of Tracey and Joe. However much I want to offer my support and assistance she rejects it. The technology has a complete hold on her now and I fear it is only a matter of time before it takes her life. It has destroyed her confidence, personality and worth. I fear the next thing is to take her life as well.
Despite Tracey's attitude I have persevered with the investigation. The only thing holding me up now is funds. I am having great difficulty getting my student funds through. I wonder why! I still feel that my proving this case is the only hope Tracey and Joe have. The campaign to end this must continue. My research has uncovered victims of electronic torture from as far as the USA and New Zealand, and Europe as well. I believe we are dealing with the biggest evil since Adolf Hitler and the third Reich. The only difference being that they can now enforce dictatorship by remote control. The victims don't know until the implants are activated. The issue must be exposed to the public domain. The authorities must be made to enforce the rule of law and put a stop to the perpetrators of this madness before it consumes us all in untold misery and evil. As a concerned citizen of the human race, I feel I must continue this struggle on Tracey's behalf, and for the sake of all the other victims of this unspeakable horror. All I ask is that you the reader decide and make your views known. Nothing in history was won by silence. Campaigning and complaining is the only way. I hope in time Tracey sees that as well. If she does not and sees this I wish her all the best and I hope she can find peace. I love her and always will.
The campaign continues.
This is the testimony of David Mitchell (Editor MCF UK Website)
To the reader, please keep an open mind, research, educate yourselves
and complain to our leaders. The more who do, the more chance we have of
getting these illegal experiments stopped.
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