APRIL 1986

August 27, 2011 7:37 PM

So, the set up seems to be sisterJ (with dead baby) and X at one end, with J&H (see earlier posts) at this end watching my mother and me to make sure that we get cut off if we want to say something and making sure that we get punished when X says so. I imagine that J takes X's directions to curse me with certain imprints, insert intrusive thoughts, bring up a different train of thought, or just general harrassment when they don't like what I'm thinking about. J's main function seems to be dropping key words to respond to later and choose the so-called personality (their creations that look like real people, ex: sisterG, that spout some garbage when someone at work flashes light on me, or however) they want me to act like at work.

The set up seems to include sort of a dual harrassment with me and J, because yesterday I heard X tell J to watch me, meaning take what I say or do as being harrassment towards her. A lot of times, even way back at AN's house in 1985, I've been told to 'wake up' this or that person (like AN, lately FF, etc.) as if I were the one who had them under. I remember more than once telling them I never had any control over them and I wouldn't talk to them if they weren't awake because it's dangerous, stupid, and just illegal. But, even if I'm thinking out loud, as I seem to do when I'm dragged around to here and there, they take what I'm thinking as being directed towards them.

It seems that I'm not being taken over to X's house anymore. Anyone who takes me over there will get in trouble some day because it would be against my will, no matter if they can make it look like I do. I would tell sisterJ to get away from them, but she seems to think she's better off over there helping them harrass me. They should it themselves and suffer the consequences instead of having their dupes do it.

FF, X's son, still has as his main function to bad mouth me to the public, tell them this or that about me, teaching them how to screw me up, bring up the navy thing, etc. But what he's really interested in is being part of this 'push me to suicide' thing and making sure that his sister CC gets covered (more on this later).

So, I mentioned that I signed up for the Navy in 1986. This is how it went.

I was working for a fast food chain in early 1986. In February or so, after the space shuttle thing, Fatso came by. I was at the fryer when I heard someone say, "That's the guy (or, that's him)." I looked over, and it was Fatso with two guys in brown suits. I had a cold at the time, but when I saw him, I realized it was just psychosomatic. Strange.

So, I went up to the counter and Fatso gave me a piece of paper (yellow, I think). It said that he had to go away, wasn't going to be able to see me anymore, not to be afraid, and to . . . go to the military [?]. Hmm. Well, I thought about the government, and freaked out like I did at McC's. I remember hitting my head on the displays with the turnovers. People started freaking out. Some girl coworker standing next to me said she was scared. I looked over and she was shaking and had peed herself. She ran to the back.

There must have been police there, because somebody asked me if there was a message for the police. I just said, "Something about a fire............watch yourselves........" Didn't know where that came from. At that fast food place, the police got a discount when they showed their badges to the cashiers. I learned that the hard way earlier when one of them, not in uniform, flashed his badge, and I looked away because I didn't see it. The way I was posted at McC's. I guess he was confused because I charged him full price and nobody explained anything to me or asked me about it.

Later, there was an article in the paper about that fast food place had been robbed, the streets were blocked off in front of it, etc. I thought it was strange because I was working that day and nothing like that had happened. Just strange.

Anyway, Fatso's note said that he was leaving, and he left with the two guys in brown suits. I'm not sure if he left before the freak out or what. Didn't say where he was going, but I imagined that he was going into the WPP. So, the end of the note was probably a blank to fill in and I filled it in with go to the military. So I joined. I thought it would be a way out of all the crap going on.

I was accepted and there was up to a six month or year's time when they could call me anytime. I told my mom and the first thing she said was, "You just ruined everything your father worked for." Didn't know what she meant. So my parents took me over to X's house.

I just sat in a chair, her and her husband was sitting on a couch to my right, my parents in chairs or on a couch to my left. I was pretty bored, just smoked cigarettes. Then, I went into the kitchen with X, there was a glass on the counter. It looked like coke and it rippled as if a drop of something fell into it. I must have drank it.

I was sitting in the chair, and I must have been out because the next thing I remember is X saying, ".....then you pull down the sargeant's pants ........." I laughed and thought what? I was sucking on a towel or something, looked over and X had a piece of paper and shoved it down next to her. I don't know if I said it, but I was thinking what's going on?  Then out again. I heard her say into some square walkie talkie or portable phone on the couch to her left, "Papa, we got a problem." I thought she was talking to the pope. Huh?
At some point when I was out, I heard some knocks at the door and someone said, "Police." At some time, X shrieked her son's name. Don't know why.
Then out again. Then there were two guys in place of my parents. I thought, "Who are these people?" X said, "Don't you remember your Uncle ...." I didn't hear their names. They were old men, too old to be any uncle of mine, more my grandfather's age. Then out again. And my parents were back. My mom to my left. Looked at her, she was sipping a cup of coffee. OK. Looked over at my dad. He sat there and started making sort of scratching motions on his inner thigh. The castration threat.

Always with the castration threat. Ever since my sisterT, when I was about nine said to me, screaming of course, "I'm going to cut off your balls and nail them to the wall. One of these days you're going to wake up and you'll be dead." I think I scared her -- boo type -- and we were in the kitchen when she said that with my mom. How can you wake up and be dead? She should really think through.

**I just saw a flash of light on my left as I typed the word 'she' just after someone, sisterT, said, "You want to take care of that?" Now, yesterday at work, someone flashed a light at me and after a split second, I realized that someone had woken up sisterG, and it was some phony channeling. I don't know what I said then at the warehouse, if anything. I expect tonight that when they flash me with some light tonight to check on 'who came to work' it's going to be related to what I just typed about sisterT. Some embarrassment as some punishment from X for relating this. Probably I'll scream what T said, and they'll have something like, "Oh, he said it at the warehouse. T never said that. He's just trying to blame somebody else.' Their usual thing about pushing other people's crap onto me. I wonder who is going to take that picture, or flash that light at me to trigger this saying and who's going to be around to hear it. I'll make sure that I take my tape recorder to work tonight.

**I just heard a click and someone ask, "Are you a liberal?" And I nodded yes. I'm not. More conservative than conservatives are. What is going on, to my best estimation, is that they use my left eye to program their answers to the questions they will ask later. And their answers are the total opposite of what I would really say. This is so that fool who is playing "He's half his sister and half not his sister." They really are foolish to do this crap.**

So, there I sat and it was time to go. I looked around, it was just one cloud of cigarette smoke. X was sitting on the couch, her husband standing next to it. She said, "Yeah. We really smoked that B___ ( my childhood nickname) out." Her husband said to me, "You know what you have to do." He had said that more than once to me. It's an unfinished ambiguity. Harrassment victims are supposed to make something up as to what "you have to do" is. My thought was, "Yeah. Hang myself." And they reinforce it over and over. Always two threats that were used in 1984 and beyond. Either you'll get home and your parents will be dead, or we will hang you and say it was because of........whatever they want it to be.

I thought about what just happened, and some thoughts were, I really don't want to go, how would I get out, but I have to go, remembered reading in some books long ago that to get out of the military guys would claim to be gay or such, would I get out by doing that, wasn't even there yet, but no, just go and who knows?

As I was leaving, X gave me a card, and said,"Good luck in your new life." The card had twenty dollars in it and had the same thing written in it. OK. So, there it was. Leaving, I thought, well, they'll put me in the WPP, give me a sex change and that's that. Along with the castration thing, another reinforced belief or suggestion in those days was to never go to a doctor or hospital because if you do, they will cut off your d**k and say it was a mistake when it really wasn't.

So, that night or the next, I spent the night at my sisterG's house. The first time that I had been there, and only one other time, in June 1985, since. So, I was trying to sleep. Couldn't. She said, "We're just supposed to lay here." "Like a sausage," I said. Then there was a lot of thumping at the door. Don't know if it was outside or inside. G had already gone to her bedroom and I was in the living room. There was that guy there, the one who tries the psycho explanation about half sisterT, half not, and the one who says that only his version is the story that's going to come out.

So, I'm looking at her baby in the crib, who was about three months old at the time. Then, I saw the baby with a belt around its neck up off the crib. The guy was saying things like that I had two personalities and W2 wanted to kill the baby. Again, look at baby, then see baby with belt around its neck. Because I had two personalities. Never had seen the baby before then, actually, as far as I remember. So, I was terrorized and really didn't know would I just wake up and they'd say look, baby's dead and you did it and W2 did it because W2 is very violent. I just wanted to get home and out of there.

The next morning, my mom wakes me up, says to hurry that the Navy called and I was supposed to go that day, a day early. I grabbed some clothes, my sisterG and her husband was already there, drove like a fire engine to downtown, came to a screeching stop, practically shoved me out of the car and took off.

When I got in there, the people there weren't the same ones who were there when I signed up. Not even the name plates on their desks. I told the guy there that I was supposed to go today. He said that was wrong, but they had some guys going to the induction place (in a city 30 miles north) and I could go with them. So, I had my duffle bag and paperwork, which included a large manila envelope that I wasn't supposed to open.

Got into a white minivan type thing with two other guys who sat behind me. Nobody spoke much. But it took five hours to drive the thirty mile north and all the time, they were eating potato chips real close to my ear. Crunch crunch crunch. I didn't say anything.

So that's how I got there. Ready for a trip to the WPP, get an unwanted sex change or castration, and to top it all off, now I was told, and reinforced, that I had two personalities and number 2 wanted to kill babies using belts.

But W2 was going to make another appearance. But that'll be for later.

**So, now they're all scrambling to discredit what I just typed. These lights they flash at me are just brainwashing to wake up whatever they want. Like now, saying that what I just typed were lies and as I lit a cigarette, I nodded yes, which is not true. Seems like sisterT and X used her son again because it felt like an imitation of him when I nodded yes. And they're giving directions for later, like 'get groggy.' They just don't get it that there are witnesses to a lot of these events and have their ways to make me look like I'm contradicting myself.**

A lot of the general public who have witnessed these events should realize by now that it's always the same people using the same tactics coming around to discredit and harrass me, and never have any good reason as to why they're doing it. It's just their job to do it. They are always the same ones. My sisters, X and her goblins, J&H are usually the ones who wake up these contrived personalities, and lo and behold, they claim that they know that 'there's the real W who's telling the truth.' SisterJ seems to be the one who's busiest lately.