Post by on Feb 7, 2017 13:58:20 GMT -5
I’m a survivor of a form of mind control abuse. My grandfather was involved in the practice during the 19 60’s and 70’s. It’s a long story. He was part of the groups who rounded up people who said things that where classified. I went to him at the age of 14 when I first began to suffer psychosis from OCD. I told him about 1r years of secrets I had. This 4 hour conversation triggered his past. He took all my stuff, manipulating the truth. He then began to abuse my little cousins. He had convinced my family I had done the damage. Basically making me a patsy. What he did in the past was go out with a group of men, round up people who leaked something sensitive information. They would lock them in a room on the base, in the dark, wait until that person was almost asleep from boredom, then several of them would burst into the room, turn on a bunch of lights, one aimed in your face, and loudly and aggressively shake and slap around the person including placing a gun to your head, once they brought the person to paranoia, an air force doctor would hypnotize them. Basically placing memory blocks in the mind. Then they would test the person by having a conversation. The person would repeat the planted block. They where so good at this horrible shit that the person also had no memory of being picked up, or anything. Usually had to be told how they even got there or how. Which was all a lie. He was (pop) the one who stood there when they came completely out of there nasty games. He would make shit up and drive them home. He kept a lot of this stuff to himself after retiring. But he had PTSD and childhood secrets. These things mixed and where completely accidentally triggered by me. He would lose all sense of time. Like not knowing the date or if it was 1971 or 1991. I went thru 2 years of his abuse from there on. A lot of it on a telephone. I knew it was his mind not his heart. He hated what he did. But his intelligence and being assigned was a do it situation. No choice. It came back on him with me. It was hell. I was told your a bad kid, a piece of shit, wish you where aborted, all kinds of stuff. Eventually my family desperately came to me to try to ground him. After a couple years of very nasty manipulative speech and hurt I learned his tactics. I used them to carry him back to the summer of 91 and bring him into 94. It was so hard and very challenging but I did it. Shortly after I ended up hospitalized for a month. I was 17. It’s been only 2 years since all of my memories have surfaced. I’m now 38. It took almost 12 years of therapy. He was very skilled. Is this enough of trying to find a real victim? I’m not about that implant stuff, I think a lot of these people are a little off. No man, I’m sane. But his break down, a psychotic break, and turning my family against me was pure pain and hell. You can text me, call, I don’t care, I have nothing to hide. I may be able to help you. If not. Well at least provide some knowledge. I’m a person who has lived a life that most people don’t survive.