I read the website about Targeted Individuals many times, and also Gangstalking World.
To me it seemed "too far out there" and I could not make the connection to myself.
This happens, if the truth is so overwhelming that it could destroy you, by suicide or some other uncontrolled reaction, the brain takes precaution and lets the info come in only in very small increments, and very gradually it dawns on you: This is happening to me.
Finally I saw the truth: I am being microwaved. I am being operated on with a laser. I am a guinea pig for medical research of a government agency. All the ridicule of my relatives and close acquaintances could not change the knowledge: yes. It is happening to me.
There is the explanation for why, almost every time, in the middle of an ice cold winter night, both my friend and me woke up, and it was so hot in the room, and we were feeling so hot, we threw the blanket off. Then, in the morning we lay shivering, and it was ice cold in the room. All the time the kitchen window was a crack open, and the bathroom window too, and the bedroom doors ajar, so a draft could blow through. How come the room heated up around 2 a.m.? Once I bought a thermometer to measure it, but then I did not wake up to read it, and the day later it was gone, misplaced, I thought, like so many things.... my friend jeopardizes my efforts to find the truth. He is terrified to hear it and will not listen. If I continue, he will throw a fit and scream. This is how the brain is trying to protect one's sanity.
Then I became aware of the increase in gangstalking. I became aware of being surrounded by perps all the time. Of course one cannot talk about that either. Unless you want to end up in the Loony Bin.
I started browsing websites like crazy. The computer place was good. I discovered blogs. Also in German.
I saw that the problem is world wide. The hotspots seem to be Germany and the United States and Canada.
Highly civilized countries. I saw pictures that other Ti's put on their blogs. Some of the microwave injuries matched mine.
My brain is really foggy today and I have a metallic taste in the mouth. I think the perps are on the roof and blowing pesticide through the air conditioning in the usual manner. They can aim the beam of pesticide in my direction, regardless which computer I choose. It is just like it used to be at my former work place.
I am getting sick and will have to go away soon or throw up.
Whenever I go onto a computer now, even if I make a re-start, as soon as I type my email address, a black square appears briefly and flies out to the right side of my screen a millisecond later. I think the computers all in here and other places I frequent, have a pishing software installed now.
A lady at the computer place, environmentally aware, pointed a website out to me, that could be of interest:
it is HAARP, a website of the American Government about a project in Alaska.
In this project, microwaves are fired into the Ionosphere. This can influence the weather. Also they experiment with microwaves and mind control.
When microwaves are on the same frequency with brain waves, they can be pulsed to induce various feelings, like anger, fear, sleepiness, stupor......
The other day, a young perp woman snuck behind me into the small space between my body and the wall of the house at the corner where the bus stop is. This is why she could not get away quickly enough when I turned around after she pushed up pesticide between my legs from behind me.
She held in one hand high up, so I should not be able to grab it, both her player and her cellphone. Her fingers were near the side controlls. I did not recollect smelling any pesticide. How did she take me out, so she could perform the operation of pushing the pesticide up without my knowledge?
Did she have chloroform in the player? Or did she zap me electronically? This would mean I have an implant, and I am susceptible to mind control. I was always fiercly opposing this idea, because I am an independent woman. From the theories of other Ti's I learned, that it is possible to remotely influence them. But they hear voices and it is called V2K (voice to skull). I don't have that. I have, however, a soft spot on top of my head, and when I or my doctor press down on it, my head starts hurting inside.
From a blog I learned about another Ti and I was able to get in touch with her. Since then my world has changed. I feel heard and redeemed and confirmed in my knowledge that I am not insane.
Right now It comes to the point that I am too sick to continue writing, I can't think straight anymore.
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