Microwave Beams To The Brain?

I'm jumping around here, trying to hit the high points first.

After the fire June 17th, 2005 I focused on cleaning up the Happiness Habit websites to get them back in Google ranking. All the Meta Tags and Title Tags Google needs to rank web pages had mysteriously disappeared... I was gone from Google. I'd carefully changed and checked the coding many times in the past so I didn't worry about it or feel the need to check it. Who would have thought someone had fooled with it?

I was so tickled and pleased with my work, I guess I shared too much eager enthusiasm. The one thing the Other Side doesn't want me to do is publicize my work... they want to steal it and take it on as their own. The emmissaries they send kept urging me to finish my book. In my gut, something said once they had the materials I'd be long gone.

So I focused on building a good platform and trying to ensure my future, now it's my survival. I'd also casually mentioned how very much I enjoyed the garage appartment and how much I looked forward to staying there and using it as a place to finish up my book. Was that ever a mistake!

One night I woke with a screaming headache, I felt like something was beaming into the back of my brain. The next day I felt very disoriented, distracted, confused. My normal mental acuity and energy were gone. What had happened? It was unlike anything I'd ever encountered in my 56 years.

I couldn't figure out what was going on. I was sleeping on a king size bed far away from the other parts of the house. At first, I found I could move away from it. By dragging a sleeping bag to a couch or another part of the house I could evade whatever seemed to be aimed at me.

Then I noticed the same horrible palpitations and that awful sense of energy whenever I was alone in the house. As soon as the owner stepped out to clean the pool or do yardwork the energy started again. The effects were cumulative, day after day the symptoms grew worse.

But the human brain is marvously resilient. When I could get away from it for a while, my a mental acuity and energy returned. My ex boyfriend had talked about discussions he'd heard in Los Alamos, New Mexico about techonologies that could make you stupid, turn you into a dumb animal, leave you disoriented, distacted, confused. So I started researching the topic.

I've found many more good references since I wrote the first Electronic Harassment Is A Real Threat article for the American Chronicle. Here they are:

Excellent McKinney Article
Electronic Harassment
What To Expect
Overt Harassment
Community Awareness
MultiStalker
Raven1
Surveilance
Good Bibliography
Ten Years Ago...
Declassified 1998

The Threat IS REAL! It's being used against me in an effort to steal my intellectual property.

My greatest wish is to return to a normal life... no harassment, no beams, no interferrance. Just the opportunity to work and finish the Happiness Habit and help share the great message.

But now I'm fighting for my life, my future and my business. Please help me...

How It All Began

I was eager to gain all the skills I'd need to succeed. So when I walked into a meeting of a group I'll call the Presenters and Trainers Association for the first time, I knew I had to join immediately. I met many wonderful people that day, but I also crossed paths with a very focused and very irritating woman who I'll call Lonnie. Lonnie was very, very interested in the Happiness Habit.

The P & T Association had a mentor program. As an MBA with 20+ years corporate experience, I knew I could succeed quickly, the mentor program would help, so I signed up. Three months later, to my horror, Lonnie's husband Bill was assigned as my mentor.

I read Bill's book before we ever met... it was absolutely awfull! How could something like that ever succeed? It was negative, self serving and poorly written. But I was new in the organization, I decided to be cheerful and try to get along.

One day Bill suggested we meet to see his home office. As this was on the mentee agenda, I did not refuse. He insisted we meet after lunch at two pm despite my protestations that I frequently felt very sleepy in the afternoon.

We began the meeting on a gray day in his living room with the lights cut off. He was talking in very slow, soft tones. I kept saying "Bill, let's get on with it, I'm getting sleepy." He insisted we stay and talk. I didn't understand why or what he was doing then.

My head kept nodding off... I finally said, "Bill I am just about to fall asleep." Then he looked me straight in the eye, smiled and said, "Why are you so fucked up?"

"Say what?" I said with a start. Bill's face was absolutely blank. He pretended he hadn't said anything at all. But after that day, both Bill and his wife Lonnie became very critical of me publicly and privately. Nothing I did was acceptable.

It was only after several months of searching and finally reading some Milton Erickson, that I finally figured out what he did. Bill had lured me into a light hypnotic trance and then planted a negative suggestion and then reinforced it regularly with blistering criticism.

The ultimate goal of all harassment is to get the victim to doubt themselves. That is what Bill began that day. Tear down their self confidence, destroy their belief in themselves, give them a glorious gas light experience.

Bill continually hammered on my to give him copies of the Happiness Habit draft for him to review. That was the only way the harassment would stop. Of course I refused and the criticism escalated.

At the time I did not fully understand what they were doing. Nor did I know they were close personal friends and past business associates of my next door neighbors. The same neighbors who had the fire June 17th.

The Adobe Guru

It's great to sit down with a software guru whenever you have to learn a new program. In a few minutes they can show you what you need to know, minimize your frustration and excellerate your learning curve.

When it was time to learn a new Adobe page generating product, I called The Adobe Guru. She was cheerful, eager, very expert. She showed me what I needed to know, demonstrating how the Book functions worked to paginate long documents into book format. This was exactly what I needed for my work.

After she left, I tried the software on my own. The easy Book steps suddenly did not work. How bizarre? When I called, she was just, oh soooo nice. What on earth could have happened? She'd been tapping away on my stand up PC with such great abandon I could not follow everything she did.

"Zip up the book and send it to me so I can see what's wrong" she said.

No way I'm going to send off my intellectual property like that I thought.

"Zip up the entire book and send it to me so I can see what's wrong" she insisted.

No way I thought.

"Zip up the entire book and send it to me" she demanded.

Wow, this was getting truly bizarre.

I fooled with the program for several days and then finally reloaded the software. Everything worked perfectly. Then I knew in my gut what had happened. As her fingers were flying through my files, she'd intentionally disabled some function so it would not work. And she, or whoever sent her honestly thought I'd be stupid enough to send it all to her.

That was about a year ago. Whoever is after this product has gotten much more aggressive and dangerous in the meantime.

"Good Bye Michele"

As I pulled into my driveway Monday night two and a half weeks ago, my neighbor was standing in the doorway of his burnt out house. His marketeer wife had taken off for a month in Canada leaving him to deal with the mess.

He paused briefly, gave me a fiendish smile and said, "Good Bye Michele, " a very curious greeting. He stepped into the house, did something for a few moments and left quickly.

There was no one else around. The house next door to him is vacant, my next door neighbor on the other side was gone. I sensed something was wrong, I showered and left my house quickly. I'd continued to stay in the garage apartment cross town, I didn't feel comfortable there.

Two days later I came down with symptoms of what seemed like a radiation sickness. Severe nausea, headaches, I felt acute pain across my abdomen and in my throat. My throat continues to get sorer and sorer each day. I have light pain and unusual sensations in the right hand side of my body.

I hope I am wrong. My gut says that charred house is being used to conceal some sort of electronic or microwave equipment that is being used to burn or sicken me, perhaps give me cancer.

The human body's reaction to microwave and electronic harassement is well known. The heart palpitations, the head aches, disorientation, waking in the middle of the night with the sense you are being flooded with some weird kind of energy.

The piles of charred junk continue to fester around my neighbor's home. Nothing has been removed. Today is August 5th, the fire occured June 17th. He says the insurance company is delaying settling, perhaps they heard his comments about how eager he was to remodel the house. He's set up comfortably in a luxurious apartment. I am struggling phyically and with my sanity trying to survive.

Pray for me please!

Killing My Internet PC

A Live UpDate balloon popped up saying "You have an update waiting." It didn't look right. When I hit the X to cancel it out, it killed my PC, froze it solid. Of course I heard nothingback from Symantec when I tried to report the incident, my email is monitored and filtered by the Harassers.

I run Norton AntiVirus and Norton Firewall. I'd just sent the three links at the bottom of the Electronic Harassment article to a friend. Ten minutes later my PC is dead.

Microcenter said the Serial ATA controller was zapped. Maybe I'll get a data recovery, maybe not. They are trying to wear me down, strangle my life and my business.

The Article I Didn't Want To Write

The pain in the back of my head was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It felt like something was blasting the back of my skull as I slept. I was disoriented, my zeal and mental acuity was gone. I felt like a zombie.

My last boyfriend, a muscian and contractor, once hared details of discussions he'd had with unnamed people in Los Alamos, New Mexico where his family lived. He told me there was technology that could make you stupid, turn you into an ignorant cow. They could literally destroy you mind from a distance with no trace. Was this what was happening to me?

I'll fast forward here... I did the research and tried to fine causes that matched my symptoms. Suddenly the pieces fit. I'd seen it before, I'd watched them do it to another person I knew without understanding what I was seeing or what was going on.

So I put this article together. This is everyone's problem, if it can happen to me, it can happen to you. Especially if you have something valuable they want.

Electronic Harassment - The Threat Is Real
American Chronicle

I'll add more as time permits. See the posting titled Microwaves to the Brain?

Whoever is doing this to me is using sophisticated technology and has lots of resources. You always have to ask, who has the money and the motivation, the resources and the reasons?

Somebody with big money wants the Happiness Habit see www.HappinessHabit.com and probably my Magnetic Voice www.MagneticVoice.com and Sound Like A Million www.SoundLikeAMillion.com intellectual property. So they decided to harass me out of existence to get it.

The guilty will show themselves in the end...

Michele Moore - Atlanta , Georgia
Michele@HappinessBlog.com

Hot Water Horse's Head?

Remember that scene from the movie The God Father where they wake up with the horse's head on the foot of their bed?

After the fire, I'd moved into a little garage apartment that was owned by a friend. I am single, I was shaken by the events and I wanted to be around people I knew. My house was uninhabitable without electricity and telephone.

Early one Friday morning a month after the fire, I woke to the sound of running water.... At first I wondered if it was raining, but it didn't sound right.

The hot water in the basin in my bath was running full blast!!! Who had come in and turned it on? It was a sign to show me I was not safe anywhere, that I was in fact in hot water...

Things like this had happened before, but only less dramatic. They had ways of showing me they had free access to my home, my car, my possessions.

Flaming Fire

Flames flew out of my neighbor's house, funneling out from the deck window, crossing the narrow drive way. By the time the fire was extinguished, a third of their house was gutted, the rest of it singed by fire and drenched with water.

My neighbors had just left for a three week trip abroad. " A good place to be" a friend quipped, "if you want to avoid scrutiny. Most honest people could not pull it off convincingly."

The asbestos siding on my little bungalow saved my home but my windows, electrical and telephone wires were completely fried on that side of the house.

My gut said the fire had been set, but by whom and why? Was this part of the long run of weird, suspicious occurences that had plagued my life and business?

The Fire Department never determined a cause for the blaze, they attributed it to smoking on the deck. But the smokers had left at noon and I'd been right by the deck when I jumped into my car to run errands at 2:40 pm. As an ex smoker, if there had been a smoldering fire there, I'd have smelled it.

My graphics designer was strangely evasive when I visited her the following Tuesday. She looked shell shocked, her normal cheerful demeanor and perfect appearance gone. She looked like a woman who had perhaps agreed to accept a couple of hundred dollars to pull some information off a hard drive if a suitable distraction arose. A major blaze was not part of her plan.

The Fire - June 17th

The Universe Has Ways Of Warning Us... and Friday, June 17th was one of those days. A strange gnawing in my gut kept telling me that something was not right, to be careful, wary. But what? .

My graphic designer had exhibited a strange, irrational insistence that we use the PC at my house to review some page formats. We always met at her house, I had my laptop, it made no sense. I was reluctant do meet at home because of what had happened before with The Adobe Guru.

The meeting was set for 3 pm. Something told me things were not right. So after coming back from noon service at Church I called her at 1:10 pm to cancel the meeting. I decided to run errands instead.

Precisely at 2pm she called and left a violent voice mail message, very aggitated and irate. She was furious I'd cancelled the meeting. But why? She had said the following week was equally as good.

I left the house around 2:40 headed to church to drop off some items and then on to the library and the post office. As I headed home around 3:40 I heard fire engines and saw a helocopter circling above.

A sick feeling hit my heart, I knew in my gut my house was on fire. I was wrong, as I drove up I saw it was my next door neighbor's house and deck that was in flames.