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     MindNet Journal - Vol. 1, No. 33
     V E R I C O M M / MindNet         "Quid veritas est?"


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                   Alex Constantine
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Research: Darrell Bross



by C.P.


December 4, 1995

The ###### Consulate
Houston, TX

To Whom It May Concern:

With this letter I am requesting political asylum from your
government as an American citizen and victim of mind control
carried out presumably by the CIA. I am taking such drastic
measures because I am in fear of my life and safety and because I
have exhausted every legal and other means available to me. I
have received no assistance from the President of the United
States, the FBI, the CIA, the Attorney General, my Congressman to
mention just a few. The fact that this technology exists and is
being used against private citizens and innocent people like
myself no one in any position of responsibility in government
will officially acknowledge.

I hope this is an acceptable condition for political asylum. If
need be I am willing to relinquish my citizenship and be declared
stateless as a means to this end. This is a well thought-out
decision on my part and I am aware of all the ramifications that
could occur. Naturally it is not a decision that I have taken
easily, but under the circumstances it is likely that it is the
only one that will prolong my life or give me any quality of

I would like to provide a chronology giving the events leading up
to this decision.

As a university student I spent a year abroad in France and
Germany and in Paris. I met a German university graduate whom I
later married. We eventually returned to Germany to live after we
finished our studies in the U.S. (I did my B.A. and he did a
postgraduate degree in international business). A few years later
we were divorced in Munich, Germany. I then became a graduate
student and teacher, and resided for almost 10 years in what was
then West Berlin, Germany. There was nothing unusual in my life
until the year 1983. At that time I co-taught a parapsychology
course in the Community College system of West Berlin. A friend
attended this class and brought a guest. The guest whom I will
call "C.L." and I became friends later. Through these people I
got to know some other new acquaintances and whether these people
are incidental to, or pivotal figures in what later transpired is
something that I can only speculate about. However, a certain
pattern would appear to emerge from this.

One of the people I got to know casually was Peggy Woolsey who
had worked as secretary to Richard Helms, former head of the CIA
in Iran (He was there during the coup). Peggy would often tell me
about her life in Iran. Once when I was in her apartment having a
drink I discovered at least a inch of sediment on the bottom of
my drink. I commented on this and was told it was the "Berlin
water." Another time I went to East Berlin in her car with
diplomatic plates and felt a strange mood of paranoia almost as
if I was hallucinating. I remember Peggy asking me where the
Russian embassy was. I remember thinking, "How should I know?"
In fact, I was at that time so naive I had not realized there
was a Russian embassy in West Berlin. I had crossed the border
previously primarily to go to the opera or theater or to buy
books (German literature classics in cheap editions). I had the
impression that something strange was transpiring. It was during
this time that I was on three occasions, at three different
locations, talked to during my sleep by people I was acquainted
with. On these occasions I had awakened abruptly during my sleep
and became aware of what was transpiring. I went to the U.S.
consulate and named names. After this I was harassed by a man in
a white car who would drive by my apartment and when in close
proximity, would zap me with an electrical field of some sort.
He was very brazen. I would find my body pulsating during my
sleep especially at the base of my spine, but my whole body
would vibrate as well and I would see flashing lights on my
wall. I had to go to the U.S. Consulate several times and they
expressed disbelief in what I was saying rudely stating: Who
would be interested in you -- you have no important political or
military contacts. Ultimately they advised me to return to the
U.S. and change my name. In despair I contacted a secret service
in Berlin and was treated with consideration and respect at
least. Ultimately I decided to return to the U.S. where I
thought I would be able to live a normal life. I think back to
those innocent days when I was merely being harassed by parties
unknown in no way suspecting what would be in store for me when
I returned to a living hell and unbelievable torture, abuse, and

In retrospect the only conclusion that makes reasonable sense is
that I must have exposed a CIA operation. I was then classified
as a "write-off" or expendable as a human being. By some
unfortunate decision I was designated for a constant monitoring,
inhuman method of electronic incarceration utilizing
intracerebral microwave induction of voices. This is one of
several sadistic approaches they have used to destroy my life. So
for 13 years now I have never known one moment of privacy, or
peace. My entire life has been stolen from me. My apartment
serves them as the cage of a guinea pig.

What they attempted to do with very crude, unsophisticated human
input (not to say criminal and immoral) coupled with an
electronic technology totally unknown to the public was to set up
some artificial controls (or "handlers") utilizing voice and
emotive responses of some individuals recognizable to me and get
them to "control" my behavior by the use of positive and negative
reinforcement. These were not "voices" talking to me live but
were a whole catalog of reactions that were activated in my brain
by some means. For example if I did something they did not like
they would use the voice characteristics of "C." crying or
whining or expressing despair. Thus the same expression would be
played over and over again like canned laughter on a TV quiz
program. I might hear the same emotive phrase played over 5
times in one day however absurd that may seem. When they
realized that I was not being hoodwinked or deceived into
thinking that this was a real person (and naturally they selected
the voices of former lovers) they did not attempt to project this
artifice but instead would harass me with the voices. Often I was
interrupted at what I was doing at the rate of once a minute
throughout the day. At other times it was once every 4 minutes.
At other times every time I made a decision, drew a conclusion
from something, or followed instructions it was reinforced. The
implication being that these swine were in charge of my behavior
and thinking. This reaches the point of fanatic absurdity on
their part. And it still continues even as I type this. They are
constantly trying to reinforce or keep in place their repulsive

Here are some examples: Through a business contact I got to know
"S." and every time I met with her it was euphorically reinforced.
This was something I could not fathom. I would think why is not
my friendships with V., E.J., or others reinforced like this. It
did not make sense to me as S. was a rather unsophisticated but
warm-hearted Iranian hairdresser. Later I discovered that under
the Shah, S. had been married to a Judge, connected in high
places, had hidden people in her home and had had to flee when
her husband was arrested.

I think that one of the things they had planned to use was to
start relationships with certain targeted individuals. They kept
up a rabid campaign to get me to re-establish a contact with a
foreign national who reputedly had intelligence contacts. I
refused but they never stopped harassing me. They tried to
establish a whole associational network of things supposedly
characteristic of this person to constantly keep him in my mind
which was revolting in the extreme. So I frequently formed the
impression that I was constantly dealing with people who were my
intellectual inferiors, ignorant provincials who were in a mad
rush to use their high-tech equipment on any designated victim.
The irony of all this pain and suffering was that the same
things could have been achieved by very conventional and mundane
methods. But this high-tech equipment was being used by
individuals very unlike myself where I had a feeling I was being
corrupted by the association, that I was being polluted by the
contact and as a result I feel I have lost or had murdered my
spirituality, my refinement, my dignity and privacy as a women,
my idealism, my joy in living, my sexuality, my feelings of
freedom, my comfort zone, i.e. all that had once been the
essential ingredients of my life.

Their sadism knows no bounds. They will talk with you and make it
a point of letting you know that they are watching you while you
are on the toilet, for example.

Needless to say, I attempted suicide but was stopped in the woods
by another motorist.

I would be more happy to reveal their whole mind control program
but there is not enough time now.

What happened to precipitate this decision to seek asylum is that
I discovered that there were other victims on whom the same or
similar technology was being used and began networking with them
and sharing information with plans of going public and getting
organized. I was also able to upgrade and expand my technical
knowledge and met victims of the CIA's Project Monarch and

I then started to get heart palpitations of a severe nature and
my thyroid would be microwaved so that it would pulsate. I would
awaken with a field directed to my stomach and intestines (the
genital stimulation during sleep was by now old-hat) so that my
midriff would be sore. When I would cover my thyroid with my
hands to shield it I would later have arthritic-similar pains in
my hands. I woke up two days ago with pain in my left armpit and
both groin lymph nodes. I am afraid I am being "taken out." One
of the de-programmers and most knowledgeable persons on the CIA's
codes, techniques and tactics has been suddenly diagnosed with
terminal cancer that apparently appeared out of nowhere.

I fear for my safety. I have gone to extremes to protect myself
-- trying to set up improvised faraday cages, sleeping on the
bathroom floor, wrapping myself in copper, aluminum, and the
pinging is terrible -- the program that gets activated during my
REM sleep especially. And last night for the first time they
actually used some equipment that lifted my body out of the
galvanized aluminum shields I had erected. I was actually
knocked backwards. I then tried to write this letter at home but
my electric typewriter malfunctioned -- when I would hit the "n"
key I would get "q" for example.

Your speedy attention to this urgent matter would certainly be



Austin, TX

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