"Touch Me Not"

A year ago now I went to see a friend who works for an Analyst House in the city. We sat down in a local watering hole for lunch, during which I filled him in on what I'm dealing with. He'd known me long enough to be aware that I certainly wouldn't have been conveying the information I was unless I meant it, and indeed that I'd historically on several occasions prior to this explained some of the manipulation I'd been enduring - but too, that I had only ever been able to speculate as to why it had been occurring. Anyway, on examining my scans he declared that clearly there was something there, that clearly again, shouldn't be. The conversation opened up, and as I was explaining what the consultant who'd told me what was wrong with me and why - this, a conversation I'll detail on here soon - he pulled out his laptop. With the use of a few key words I'd used he went straight through to a list of websites advertising Implantable Technology and Specialist Software to the scientific community, that enables animals to be monitored remotely for research purposes. Furthermore, they detailed precisely how their systems work, which was exactly as I'd explained I'd read that covert Mind Control systems do i.e. via radio wave frequencies etc., This person works in the scientific/medical research market place, hence he was so proficient with regards to what to search for and immediately declared ... 'Right, I believe you. There's no way given what I've witnessed here and what I know of you that this isn't true. I've got to make this point though; I can't get involved beyond this. First of all some of my clients are likely to be involved in developing some of this technology, but if I were to make any enquiries about it I can guarantee you these would be met with blunt denials of having any knowledge of it at all - for the use of it in humans that is. Secondly - but much more importantly - as you know I have a wife and child, it would be too dangerous'. This' a very insightful person and he expanded on this by asking me if I'd ever heard of an African flower called a 'Touch Me Not'?

'Nope', I answered.
'Well, the reason for its unusual name is because if you were to reach out to touch it, it would recoil in order to avoid contact. I'm afraid that everybody else, perhaps any place, is going to be a Touch Me Not towards you from here on in. That's how they'll react to this knowledge, but you have to do something - whatever you can to expose this. You have no choice I know, but I am a father, and whatever you manage to achieve in countering this, you'll be doing it for every one of us that cannot allow ourselves to get directly involved. We all have to die sometime and before you do, you have to do what you can for our children's sake, even if this means you doing so prematurely. Harsh words I know, but if your life is going to amount to anything now, it is this'. And how right he was, on both fronts.

Not exactly how I'd envisaged my life panning out, but with this in mind then let me try to put things into some kind of perspective. There's little mileage to be gained in my talking of political rebellion or retribution against those responsible here and now I know. Rioting after all is but a popular form of street entertainment laid on by the general public for the military and police forces. Take on board then that I haven't just recently begun talking of these issues, it'll be nine years ago now since I was told to my face what the cause of the extreme pain I live with is. Then it was well over a year beyond that point before I started believing it myself, regardless of the fact I could barely function properly much of the time and was suffering all sorts of physical problems too. So far as I was concerned it must have been my - what I thought were - impacted Wisdom Teeth that were causing everything. It made sense, they were pushing through, and because of this my feeling was that they must have been pressing on nerves which would explain the severity of the pain I was in and perhaps why my whole person was effected as it was – from my head to my feet – because our entire nervous systems are interlinked, I did know. What wholly bamboozled me though, was after putting up with things for what seemed like an absolute age in the belief they would subside, was that, as hard as I tried I could not get them removed. It was during this period that somebody I'd met locally to me and had been speaking to about my experiences took it upon himself to do some research. To cut to the chase, he presented me with a pile of documents, many of which were testimony's of people claiming to be victims of 'Electronic Stalking or Harassment'. What he said on presenting these to me turned out to be very much the case, because it was, that what he'd read quite literally word for word in many cases mirrored everything I'd been speaking of: in all the time I'd been suffering the effects of what I was, I didn't once search on the internet for any information regarding implanted technology or electronic stalking. I simply wouldn't believe it myself prior to this, I didn't think it possible or even probable. My rationale or take on things was that I'd been told what I had been in order to mess with my head, as had been going on for some years beforehand to a ridiculous degree. That the authorities were somehow preventing me from having my teeth removed, just as I was being denied access to any form of help whatsoever re other aspects of what had been going on. Because it kept me subdued, and this because I was actively engaged in trying to expose what I knew to be unlawful behaviour by local and central government departments, along with NHS departments too concerning what I knew had been done to me. "The System" is after all very like our nervous systems inasmuch that it's all interlinked too.

I was a relatively young man at this time. I'd gone from a position in which I'd owned my own company based in some of the most expensive real estate in the country and being offered hundreds of thousands of pounds to invest in this, to absolute poverty and obscurity within a few short months, and was quite literally paralysed with pain day in and day out. This coupled with quite obvious and very visible physical symptoms being present as well. Without, I'll add again, being able to get any medical attention whatsoever. Not surprising really given that at this time I was having to deal with a doctor whom I now know knew what the cause of my problems were. Once more though I'll cover this in more detail future wise - and yes, I'll be naming doctors who've worked against me and detailing the reason how I know they have. Struck off!? They should be struck down; and then have syringes full of their own anti-medicines pumped into their asses! There's lot's of them in on this, that's a given. If they're granted free reign to present information on people to others, then it's only right that said information should be able to stand up to public scrutiny, particularly if it's representative of the bag of shite such has been written about me! I'd be better off if I'd never been to see a doctor or a dentist in my life - though I hardly need make that statement, as blatantly obviously it's the case.

Grrr ... anyhow, where was I, ah yes, perspective. So, years then; years in isolation, living as I expect an old bachelor in his eighties might, when I'm young, very capable and by nature very sociable. Over a flippin decade my life has been on pause, when, believe me when I say this, boy do I know how to live and enjoy life ordinarily.

I don't envisage my circumstances changing, not in the short term at any rate, so yes, I'm going to continue posting and I'd like to think more people will take to reading what I have to say. Having spent most of my working life in an office in front of a computer, I'm aware that come lunchtime it can be great to take a break and escape by reading a few short articles of interest. The more people that start reading, the more motivated I'll be to keep producing, and bear in mind too, that what I've outlined is gospel, so the moral support this would represent would be extremely appreciated as I'm sat here in my flat being cooked like a live cat in a microwave oven.

I've no desire to die a martyr to anybody's cause, not even my own. So do me a favour, try and engineer a little hope in amongst all the despair I have to deal with in encouraging others to have a read of this blog; I just can't bring myself to start prostituting the address out myself.


As I stated in the very first line of this 'random expose', nobody 'needs' to know me, but 'everybody' needs to read and 'believe' me.