In the early stages of all of this I was fooled into thinking that someone listening was trying to help me.  This someone encouraged me to create a new code or means of communicating each time I say "the bad guys", would figure out what I was trying to tell the one/ones trying to help me.  At the time I was under the impression or maybe false illusion is a better phrase that I happened to be caught in the middle of a cat and mouse game between 2 big somebodies.  anyway,  This went from eye blinking to turning the lights off.  I would flash "SOS" with the out door light so maybe someone would see it and so on. 

      This finally evolved to the point that pictures were flashed into my mind.  Very brief pictures.  So for instance if I did not feel safe I would also flash back to them through my mind a picture of a safe with a hash mark through it for "not".  I know, sounds totally nuts shouldn't even put it into words and in public domain of all places.  But it has to be done.  If Anne Frank hadn't written her diary who would have known? 

      I bring this up now because it has evolved further yet, into actual video in my mind.  And you thought I was nuts in the paragraph above.  And I only bring these two things up because whome ever is doing this needs serious help.  They are enjoying thoughts of physically torturing me.  Not only are they enjoying it but they are actually becoming what I believe to be stimulated by it.  I wouldn't know that except for the fact that I have experienced some very unnusual things with this technology how it works I have no clue, who designed it, needs to destroy it. 

      The video is just as you would imagine watching on t.v. only in your mind.  I see myself being tied up, beaten, hit..... I see people laughing about it.  So both still images as well as movie images can be seen.  Thats not all folks.....the memories will get ya!  I have had memories from my past pulled back into my mind as if they were yesterday.  I can see my Great-Grandfather's house as clear as a bell and everything on the shelf and his foot tapping to polka music.  The memory was so vivid not even h.d. could top it.  whose logo was it "imagine the possibilities"? 

      Ok, seeing your Grandpa's house isn't so bad, right? But who said I wanted anyone to go into my brain and pull that memory up?  I gave NO ONE the consent to play with any "big boy toy" to see what kind of emotional rollar coaster they could create for me.  All of this is done right here in my own home.  I don't know how it is done.  I don't know who is doing it.  And I don't want them doing it anymore. 

      Moral of the story:  When you wake up in the morning (like I did this morning) and someone flashes a evil looking devil with glowing red eyes in your mind to scar the pants off you, you know your going to have a bad day. 

      FYI:  No  I don't think the devil is talking to me.  No I don't think God is talking to me.  So don't even go there !