E L F Frequency Mind Control
Extremly Low Frequency Weapons!
TORTURE IS TORTURE!Whether by physical abuse or by using E L F Microwave Weapons, Micro Wave Directed Energy Weapons, V2K or Medusa Weapons Technology.
Is the White Widow
a Targeted Individual?
We no longer live in Galileo's world.
Radio interview with Julianne McKinney
Former Army Intelligence Officer
The Navy Yard Shooter and Government Mind Control Weapons.
The FBI has released chilling video footage of the Washington DC Navy Yard gunman prowling the corridors of the complex as he hunts for victims. During a press conference, an FBI spokeswoman said Aaron Alexis, 34, believed he was being controlled by extremely low frequency radio waves. He killed 12 people in the rampage on 16 September before he was shot by police in a running gun battle. Officials say they believe he did not target any specific individuals. Clear video footage taken from the Navy Yard's gate and at locations on site shows Alexis calmly entering the complex. The FBI Agent speaking in the video has no experience with Extremely Low Frequency Microwave Weapons. She speaks like a complete moron and assumes Aaron Alexis is suffering from a normal delusional disorder. The concept of invisible microwave technology targeting and tormenting Aaron Alexis a new frontier for most law enforcement agencies, but not for the FBI. American military and law enforcement agencies do have knowledge and experience targeting individuals (t.i.'s) with invisible microwave technology and directed energy weapons. There are 1000's of t.i.'s in North America, who are getting little or no help from the medical profession and the American Government.
of targeted individuals
Morality is modified in the lab.
The RCMP and CSIS in Canada have been targeting victims for years and the victims have petitioned the House of Commons to stop the Human Rights Violation. No one in the Canadian Government is helping the Canadian t.i.'s.
Extremely Low Frequency Microwave Weapons have made Aaron Alexis a mad man. He tried to get help at the hospital and none of the nurses, doctors and professional staff knew anything about Extremely Low Frequency Microwave Weapons.
Now everyone knows about ELF Weapons!
To bad Dr. Amin Muhammad Gadit was not there to help Aaron Alexis. He is helping the other targeted individuals with Extremely Low Frequency Microwave Weapons attacks.
Amin Muhammad Gadit is a Clinical Professor of Psychiatry at Memorial University of Newfoundland, Faculty of Medicine. "He notes that with the introduction of remote influencing technology, and the new weapon systems, it might be challenging for a psychiatrist to tell the difference between real mental and physical problems and induced ones, asking one crucial question: Are we prepared for this challenge."
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See Amin Muhammad’s bio.
Was this a first red flag leading to an alarming portrait of a defense contractor suffering from mental illness? Or fact?
What caused Alexis to voice this complaint on August 7, 2013, 42 days prior to embarking on a shooting rampage at the Navy Yard, leaving 13 workers dead and more questions than answers?
Law enforcement officials close to the investigation have reported to the press that the stock of Alexis’ shotgun had been carved with “Better off this way” and “My ELF weapon.”
Alexis’s reference to “microwave machines” is more than an utterance; the deceased man was familiar with microwave systems beyond the common kitchen appliance.
Julianne McKinney, former director of the Electronic Surveillance Project at the now defunct Association of National Security Alumni in Silver Springs, Maryland, and who self identifies as U.S. Army intelligence veteran, self-published “Microwave Harassment & Mind-Control Experimentation” in 1992 and “Mind Control and the Secret State” in 2008.
According to McKinney’s 1992 paper, “the long term objectives of these harassment and experimentation campaigns appear to be…redirect the targeted individual’s feelings of hopelessness, anger, and frustration toward racial and ethnic groups, and toward select, prominent political figures… (and to) force the individual to commit an act of violence, whether suicide or murder, under conditions which can be plausibly denied by the government."
Alexis reportedly felt racially discriminated against and frustrated, according to the owners of a Thai restaurant where he previously worked in exchange for living quarters.
Non-lethal microwave weapons: targeted effects on humans. There exist published reports of microwave weapons designed to effect humans in an array of specific ways, from creating a fever to psychologically break down an individual to the “microwave auditory effect” and even the possibility of subconscious suggestion.
A declassified U.S. Army report “Bioeffects of Selected Nonlethal Weapons” released in 2006 in response to a Freedom of Information Act request discusses “radio frequency directed energy." “A highly sophisticated microwave assembly that can be used to project microwaves in order to provide a controlled heating of persons…will raise the core temperature of the individuals to a predetermined level to mimic a high fever with the intent of gaining a psychological/capability edge on the enemy, while not inflicting deadly force” states the Army report.
Wired magazine wrote in 2008 article about non-lethal microwave weapons that Dr. Lev Sadovnik of defense contractor Sierra Nevada Corporation made “the intriguing suggestion that, instead of being used at high power to create an intolerable noise, it might be used at low power to produce a whisper that was too quiet to perceive consciously but might be able to subconsciously influence someone. The directional beam could be used for targeted messages, such as in-store promotions.”
Mind control or paranoid delusion?
Although mind-control technology exists, claims made by a suspect that it caused violence in any particular case can also indicate paranoid delusion. Therefore, each individual case, such as that of Aaron Alexis, deserves unbiased and non-prejudiced examination.
In an eerily similar tragedy, on May 30, 1991, Carl E. Campbell shot U.S. Navy commander Edward J. Higgins at least five times with a 22-caliber semi-automatic pistol near a bus stop outside of the Pentagon, leaving the U.S.-Soviet arms control expert and 21 year Navy veteran dead.
A federal judge found Campbell innocent by reason of insanity: “In court papers, prosecutors said that Campbell, who had been treated earlier for paranoid schizophrenia, believed the U.S. government had implanted a mind-controlling computer chip in his brain”, reported the Associated Press.
Reports: Microwaves first used by Soviets on U.S. embassy in 1960-70s
According McKinney’s 2008 paper, crude microwave technology designed for human mind-altering applications was first unleashed by the Soviets. “U.S. interest in this ‘less than lethal’ technology dates back to the early 1960s, when the State Department became aware of low energy microwave radiation directed at the U.S. embassy in Moscow. Under the name ‘Project Pandora,’ secret research into the Moscow radiation continued for ten years before embassy employees were informed that they were on the receiving end.”
If true, such an arrangement would have relegated State Department staff to the role of unwitting guinea pigs in the U.S. government’s study of the effects of this new form of warfare.
The Associated Press reported in 1976 that “American Embassy personnel in Moscow are trying to get answers from Ambassador Walter J. Stoessel Jr. about the extent and potential dangers of microwave radiation at the embassy,” and that “informed sources in Washington said Friday that the husband of a woman who died of cancer after working at the U.S. Embassy in Moscow sued the government claiming she was a victim of radiation and received a settlement of less than $10,000”.
Alexis’ investigation is now in the hands of the FBI. With the Washington Navy Yard shooting now under the control and direction of the FBI, the American people will eventually be left to digest the official findings of that agency’s investigation into the latest shooting tragedy to shake the nation. Meanwhile, parallel cyber-investigations that have become commonplace in the age of the internet, despite moves such as Reddit’s (WSJ) shutdown of a crowdsourcing hunt for a second suspect, are certain to continue to play a role in shaping the public’s often divided conclusions about cases such as the mystery of what went on inside the mind of Aaron Alexis.
THE TELL-TALE HEARTby Edgar Allan Poe
It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.
Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye.
And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.
Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers --of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back --but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.
I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out --"Who's there?" I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; --just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.
Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief --oh, no! --it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart.
I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself --"It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel --although he neither saw nor heard --to feel the presence of my head within the room.
When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little --a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it --you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily --until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.
It was open --wide, wide open --and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness --all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.
And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? --now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too.
It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.
But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! --do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me --the sound would be heard by a neighbor! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once --once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more.
If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.
I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye --not even his --could have detected any thing wrong. There was nothing to wash out --no stain of any kind --no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all --ha! ha!
When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o'clock --still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, --for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.
I smiled, --for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search --search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.
The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: --It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness --until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.
No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder --louder --louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! --no, no! They heard! --they suspected! --they knew! --they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! and now --again! --hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!
"Villains!" I shrieked, "dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!
The Tell Tale Heart Movie (1941)
The Microwave ELF Technology used properly could enhance good behavior in human beings instead of torturing and tormenting them into becoming crazed mental patients.
Oklahoma Man Mugs Woman, 15-Year-Old Son Makes It Right By Returning Money to Victim!
15-year old Christian Lunsford from Bethany, Oklahoma is a great guy. His father Shane, not so much. Shane was arrested last month for stealing Tona Herndon’s purse while she was visiting the grave of her late husband a the Bethany Cemetary. When Christian found out about it, he decided to make things right. Christian recently received $250 in the mail from his father, who he’s not close to. When he found out about the mugging, he decided the money was probably stolen and set out to find the woman it likely belonged to. Christian managed to track down Tona and arranged a meeting with her on Sunday (Sept 8) to giver her the money. But when Christian met up with Tona, things didn’t quite turn out the way he thought they would. When they met in the parking lot of Christian’s church, he handed her the cash, she thanked him, and then she gave the money right back to him.
”I was very surprised actually,” Christian said. “I didn’t expect that at all, but it meant a lot.” Tona says she was impressed by how thoughtful and honest Christian was, and that the gesture meant more to her than the $250 did. ”He gave and I received, and I gave and he received. So it worked out.”