Was an Obama Assassination Thwarted in 2014?

I recall that moment of clarity when I understood there lay ahead of me two paths.  Should I pursue one, the other must logically be foregone.  How best and most accurately to describe these paths?  Simplistically, one could say red pill or blue bill.  In the matrix or out. I had learned of corruption, gangstalking, been told I was to be this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald, that 'they' would get me and Obama too.  An American I had met in Russia, an expat like me or so I had then thought, who had served with me on the Executive Committee of the American Chamber of Commerce of Saint Petersburg, Russia told me he had been working as an agent for the CIA, this revelation shared with me in his home 15 years after the fact and while he worked and I believe is still employed as a senior agent at the NCIS.  I had met in manner both unusual yet odd, Russian spy, large breasted Anna Chapman, had felt her vibe, brilliant and bad, and had kept my distance.  I had learned much, more

Psy ops.  Active measures.  NLP.  Street theater.  Managed aggression. As I learned why Russia spy Anna Chapman came on to me in 2008 in Moscow two years before the FBI  arrested her in New York, why senior NCIS agent Douglas Boyce admitted to me in 2014 that he had been CIA when we knew each other in Russia in 1999, as I learned why my Russian FSB trained honeypot trap wife Svetlana was so relaxed when a Note Dame like fire was mysteriously set in the roof of our building at Kamennoostrovskiy Prospekt 35, Saint Petersburg, Russia on May 29, 2009, and why American expat whom I’d met in Russia, Jason Smolek told me the significance of this date, JFK’s birthday, and why Russian Armenian Egish Khachatrian told me over an international phone call, “Rick we will turn you into this generation’s Lee Harvey Oswald.  We will get you and Obama too.” I gained a sort of key which when used allowed me to unlock the secrets of my life, and to understand how and why I was and remain a targeted

Psy ops.  Active measures.  NLP.  Manchurian candidates.  Things of novels and film. Until that summer of 2014 when a CIA agent serving in a senior role at the NCIS playing a complex and long term charade of being my friend.  His name was and remains Douglas Boyce.  Doug took great pleasure in sharing with me bits and pieces of the tactics and techniques of his secretive and corrupt employer in an effort to gain my confidence while working hard behind the scenes to destroy me. In this his work and my luck had a turnabout effect.  In place of my destruction was my salvation.  My intended role of villain most notorious instead I stumbled in perhaps the most unlikely manner on the path of the hero.  A villain?  A hero?  Tell me more!  The villain I was intended to become was that of assassin, presidential no less.  That label of course would be for the masses.  Those who at Langley had at no small expense organized a path, my path would know that I was to be ultimately a patsy, like Os

This post was initially written in the fall of 2014.  Since then and by connecting the dots I learned that the reason for all the deceptions listed below was a US government program intent upon assassinating president Obama in the fall of 2014 and using gangstalking techniques based on Cointelpro FBI protocols make me into the patsy for such an attempt.  Read on...  The answer to the question why all these people were being deceptive towards me in the time frame of 2011 to 2015 was that FBI used them to gangstalk and harass me as part of larger CIA plan to manipulate me into becoming a patsy for an assassination attempt on Obama that failed in 2014.  From 2014 (before I learned these people described below were working on behalf of FBI) For those who wondered why I left Russia and shut down RICK MACY SALES TRAINING play this game and find the answer.... Enjoy! GAME TIME When it comes to detecting a lie without the use of a machine there are three (3) methods available: 1.

So I am something of a cautionary tale.  And I tell my story openly, taking responsibility for my choices, but shining a light onto the dark art of psy ops, NLP, and how those techniques were used on me.  They used similar techniques to get me to try certain drugs in hopes I would form habits, and in this their desperation helped reveal what they were up to.  Also I got lucky to some degree.  Anna Chapman, Russian spy, came on to me 2 years before FBI caught her which certainly helped me connect dots.  The fire in the roof of my building similar to Notre Dame, mysterious and unsolved, revealed to me by another American I had met in Russia, him likely CIA, Jason Smolek, telling me unasked the significance of the date of the fire, May 29th, 2009, as JFK's birthday, and of course Russian Armenian Egish Khachatrian telling me in that summer of 2014, "Rick we will make you into this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald.  We will get you and Obama too".  All these data points co

After my poisoning in August 2011, and the death of my mother the month after in September 2011, I was manipulated, maneuvered into a form of desperation, depression even.  I had, by then, a net worth slightly north of $2 million, a gorgeous though supremely deceptive Russian wife, a young son, property in both Russia and the United States.  My travels had taken me to 70 countries, I had friends far wealthier than I, I had held prestigious positions as CEO of the Yellow Pages, Chairmanship of the American Chamber of Commerce in Saint Petersburg, even starting and managing my own boutique corporate sales training company.  The question, what to do next buzzed within my skull. Some would have done the smart thing and bought an investment property.  Others would have done the less wise thing and bought a sports car.  I admit for a time I had my eyes on a Z4.  And then there was me.  Thoughts of my mother's death, and due to my being poisoned and losing 40 pounds as a result, my m

I had my detective hat on since leaving Virginia Beach in late July 2014.  I had learned so much in my few months in that mid Atlantic state.  My Russian ex wife Svetlana had conspired with Tregubov and Kosheleva in my poisoning in August 2011, this I learned via Svetlana's unexpected confession on June 20, 2014, the day before the FBI undercovers came at me hard, my fraudulent divorce in October 2012, and my fraudulent death threat of October 2013.   I had learned from his own admission that my 'pal', an American I had met in Russia, NCIS special agent Douglas Boyce had been in the employ of the CIA in those days.  I had been pursued by approximately 40 undercover FBI vehicles in my last days in Virginia, including a desperate all night pursuit from Virginia Beach to western New York state where a bevy of just as frightening revelations awaited. Had I been a detective?  Was I undercover from July 2014 to the end of my stay in the US in December 2016?  I t

As I learned the reasons for meeting Russian spy Anna Chapman, NCIS special agent Douglas Boyce telling me that he had been a CIA agent when we knew each other in Russia in 1999, American expat in Russia Jason Smolek telling me the significance of May 29, 2009, the date of a Notre Dame-like mysterious fire on the roof of my home in Russia, JFK's birthday, and Egish Khachatrian telling me, "Rick we will make you into this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald.  We will get you and Obama too", I recalled an old Star Trek episode entitled 'Wink of an Eye'. In this episode of that 1960s classic science fiction show, an advanced race appears on the Enterprise, but are so fast in all that they do, the crew doesn't perceive them as people, if they perceive them at all it is only a slight buzz that they hear. In manner similar, my life as a targeted individual, preyed upon by CIA and their compatriots in other national 'security' services, or perhaps to

“So it's my birthday.” @rickmacyinusa https://medium.com/@rickmacy/so-its-my-birthday-2736e0088f66

Little pieces come together over time.  If one is to fill a cup with raindrops, one simply must wait for rain.  One raindrop by itself, laughable to this task, but many, oh so many, well them one may have a deluge. And so it has been with me.  A raindrop here, a raindrop there, and me continuing to wait for rainy days with arm outstretched holding the cup aforementioned. Meeting Russian Spy Anna Chapman in Moscow  in 2008.  A drop. Sitting on the Nyhavn in Copenhagen, Denmark with Dana Mehnert in 2005 while a girl unknown stripped close by. Another drop. A fire unsolved in the roof of Kamennoostrovskiy Prospekt 35 in Saint Petersburg, Russia on JFK’s birthday, May 29, 2009.  Another drop. A facebook message with the NLP suicide message tag line ‘Hang in there’ from Canadian expat in Russia Kyle Patching in 2014. An email from American expat Paul Leonard with two typographic ‘errors’, ‘fiends’ in place of ‘friends’ and ‘death’ in place of ‘dealt’, not typographic errors at