Mind Control, Psy Ops, CIA, Lies at FISA Courts. True or False?

Up through 2014 I never gave much consideration to these two terms, Mind Control and Psy Ops.

Had no reason to.  I had a good job, had traveled the world, bank account growing, no debt, happy.

This was planned so as to make the pain of the change turn me into a sex crazed, drug addled patsy.  More on that in a bit.

In early 2017 having returned to the apartment I co-own with my Russian Mrs, I met carefully with a man I suspected was a perp employed by MI6, Scotsman, Adrian Terris.  We had worked together in Russia in an American holding company, Metromedia International Telecommunications, Inc notable more for its shareholders Rupert Murdock and a name that escapes me, perhaps Stuart Subotnick, now passed, once the world's richest man, than its shareholdings like Saint Petersburg Yellow Pages where Adrian worked for 10 years as CEO and larger PeterStar Telecommunications where I was employed as Commercial Director with a seat on her board.  Adrian and I had met in April 1998 so had known each other nearly 20 years.  

I actually replaced him as COO and then CEO of the Saint Petersburg Yellow Pages in 2006, this a bit of 'street theater' though this I knew not then.  Psy Ops.  Mind Control. 

Oh the things he wanted to tell me, his ego railing at the doorways of his mind, 'Let me out!'  He held himself more or less.  I explained that which I experienced as captured in these blog posts.  He then segued to ancient western spy services explaining the commitment for an all out generations long cold or hot war.  He used as example the Knights Templar who would smile at their muslim neighbors from whom they had conquered cities, territories, all the while taking decades to dig tunnels under muslim emplacements in order to stage future attacks, thievery, murder and all that stuff in which I'm not trained.  

Adrian's eyes went big as he described the will required, the discipline to fulfill such decades and generations long projects.  And to me this was a clue to my own targeting.  Why?  For how long?  I've explained in other posts the answers to these two questions, one I'll answer again here and now, from birth.

Wild?

Read the blog.

JFK.  9-11.  McVeigh.  And so much more, planned in advance by men with brilliance, abilities, technology and a willingness to what we masses call 'commit crimes', i.e., why did building 7 collapse, etc. etc. Apparently, they consider these activities, making the world a better place.  

Continuous warfare, bigger budgets, better pensions, bigger houses on the water and more.  Better for them.  Better for them.  

I recall that terrifying moment in mid 2014, some weeks before White House fence climber Omar Gonzalez made it inside, pushed, I believe by our corrupt security services, and penalized by our corrupt criminal justice system.  

I could either add up all the strange occurrences in my life starting with my poisoning in Russia in August 2011 to that time and delve into those dark matters, or stay in the mundane, the nightly news, the 'matrix' to which then over 47 years I had grown accustomed.  I tend towards truth; hard to be a good liar, with the relatively weak memory in some matters with which I have been with blessed.   

Having been poisoned, (this by Russian lover of my then wife Svetlana.  His name Alexander Valerievich Tregubov, this poisoning, years later confirmed by former CIA agent and current NCIS special agent Douglas Boyce via contacts in the Russian police), entranced by the Lolita like thought of saving a girl less than half my age, Evgeniya Viktorovna Kosheleva, she with a poor education, and worse economic opportunities, who worked and lived at a city bordello in the heart of old Saint Petersburg. 

My mother had passed the month following my poisoning which led to my ridiculous decision to 'save a whore'.  But there I was, having earned over a million in the sale of the Yellow Pages in 2008, I was desperate, depressed, on the out and outs with my wife, our nuptials in name only for years and years.  And the ideas of childhood Episcopal and Catholic Churches weighed heavily.  I had held my mother's hand for the four hours she expired.

What to do, to have a life that once completed, as my mother's now was that had meaning, had value not so much in this life but in the next, danced in my head in manner most horrifying.  The answer both unexpected as it was unusual.  And what and why this answer? 

Lets address what first.  Something so wrong in my relationship with my wife so as to be unbelievable revealed by her on a long distance call on June 20, 2014.  

This the day before I enjoyed several weeks of undercover FBI stalking and harrassment intended to have me play the role of patsy in place of aforementioned Omar Gonzalez.  Svetlana confessed to push me psychologically, perhaps into bad decisions, expecting me not to survive the Obama assassination attempt in which I was to play the role of patsy, this plotted furiously by the likes of NCIS agent Doug Boyce and others of his ilk.  

I chose the former and forewent the latter, preferring the blinding light of truth to the smoky room of lies I appear to have spent some years, this unknowingly.

A bit of the truth was revealed in another long distance call from Virginia to Russia, where in speaking with Egish Khachatrian, friend of poisoner Tregubov I was told at quite a high volume, "Rick we will turn you into this generation's Lee Harvey Oswald! We will get you and Obama too!"

This explained as faux buddy pal Doug Boyce of the NCIS put it, "What juice is worth the squeeze?"

My poisoning of August 2011, my false death threat causing me to leave Russia in October 2013.  Svetlana's June 20, 2014 confession.  The tens of undercover FBI vehicles harassing me in Virginia, North Carolina, Maryland, back to Virgina Beach where landlady Shari Faller at her residence at 3205 Sandfiddler Road in an attempt to set me up for an arson charge, inspired me to leave for the home I once owned in Victor, NY.  That late July 2014 night trailed by approximately 40 undercover FBI vehicles, following the lies printed about me in the Targeted Individual term of 'Parallel Construction' wherein cops lie on paper to get a target put on a list that signed with little oversight and once signed by a FISA judge once on one never leaves.  Targeted Individual.  Happened to me. Happened to Karen Melton Stewart.  Happened to likely 100s of 1000s people due to the Patriot Act and the lie of 9-11 that pushed it into law.

I learned of the good work of 'lights on conspiracy' founder Dane Ole Dammegard.  Rationale.  Appealing and his tales seem consistent with mine.

I met Jason Goodman who runs 'crowdsourcethetruth'.  He last year interviewed me on YouTube regarding the topic of my targeting.  I think I came off too excited and nervous for the appetites of most.

I met NSA whistleblower Karen Melton Stewart who tirelessly and perhaps pointlessly though this I hope not to be the case, organizing letter writing to our elected officials on the matter of corruption at NSA, FBI, CIA, our damnable fusion centers down to our local police who are not so slowly militarizing.  And benefiting with bigger budgets, more billable hours, proving Orwell in so many matters in these areas correct.  Makes me both sad and empowered.  Funny, that.

There are others who while voicing they fight the same fight as those mentioned above seem odd and at best to be avoided.  These include Ramola D and Dr. Katherine Horton.  I can't say whether like Ole, Karen and I they are targeted or simply gone perhaps a bit off the deep end, or just perps compensated to prolong the 'Targeted Individual' paradigm as internet enabled schizophrenics in order to further mind control the public.  Or they could be what is termed in the Targeted Individual (TI) community, perps or perpetrators compensated to gain the trust of other TIs only to use mind control, psy ops, and other dark tech to further harass the target.

In retrospect I think I was lucky to learn that which I know, to be able to share it with you, the gentle reader and allow you to conclude as you will.

That learning came at some cost, banned by facebook for this blog, living in relative (to the past) in social isolation, watched by corrupt cops at the behest of the CIA wherever I should go.

CIA?  Seriously?  Yes.  And here is a question for you to reflect, why didn't Biden run in 2016? Answer he didn't think he'd have to.  Obama as JFK, Biden as LBJ, and me as Lee Harvey Oswald.  Yet I dodged, weaved and learned how corrupt our politicians, police and criminal justice system are.

You don't want to know what I learned.  Truly.