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October 1977
Ed Light:
Really glad to find your site. For years I suffered not knowing what to do. Finally I have turned to fight, getting on the net and discovering the reams of data, some a little bizarre and some exactly where I am.
I will send in a piece to your newsletter as soon as I can but I still lack the real target of my inquiry. That is I am still trying to narrow the field as to how this is being done.
Since October of 1994 I have had a running dialog with these people. The language for two and a half years has been terribly abusive but has eased some since I have contacted others. Finally someone to talk to who doesn't call me delusionary. This has been coupled with emulation's of physical pain, sometimes extreme, major mood aberrations including rage and apathy, vomiting, nausea, partial pulmonary dysfunction, a constant irritation of the penis often resulting in extensive sleep deprivation and much more.
Before I put together a comprehensive short story I would really like to narrow the field on the instrumentation. Flanagan's Neurophone is one avenue but it doesn't cover the body irritation. David Beauchamp in New York has an interesting evaluation of MWave, could be. One aspect is that they can read my thoughts and we dialog through thought. This can be echoed inside to be enormously irritating or the thoughts have been emulated so others around me can hear. How is this being done. Can you help me narrow the field. I have been diving to over 150 feet in salt water and still held a crystal clear conversation. Only ELF could do that, but what about the other physical irritations, deep underground as well, rules out ultrasonics.
Please give me a shout back at Whimpy.com@worldnet.att.net . I could sure use a hand on putting together a comprehensive case and would love to join in the fight. I have prepared a letter to lend support to Glenn's Bill S. 193. Attaching a copy as I would love to have someone to critique it. So far no one has said a thing. Hope to hear from you soon.
Thanks, Steve Tueting
Released November 15, 1977
Personal Profile
Introduction
Pre-History
Commencement of Control
Closing Remarks
Fighting Back
Name: Stephen A. Tueting
Father: Police Officer, deceased
Born: Minneapolis, Minnesota
Mother: Nurse, retired
Age: 41 years
Education: BSCE University of Minnesota
Sex: Male
Occupation: Insurance Company
Type: Somewhat introverted
Victim: Since 1988, probably earlier
This is a brief summary of my story for publication on the Mind Control Forum and distribution to all. It is a comprehensive and factual representation of my behavior, public occurrences and sanctions described with contemporaneous technical knowledge. Although there may be other contributory factors, this seems to be the most consistent with the continuous theme. Some of the descriptions are sexual and may be offensive to some. Since it is integral to the cause and probably the result it is necessary to include them.
It is irrelevant if you choose to believe all or any portion of this story. Every episode written herein actually happened, the technology exists, the effects are very real and the results are absolutely devastating. If you have never felt the retched effects public humiliation or remote mental and physical irritation and torture consider yourself lucky. Also you will most likely not understand much of this presentation. For those who have you will certainly relate to much of what is contained herein and perhaps much more.
Much of this story describes mistakes I made, other portions describe hideous actions by others and the rest is a description of fighting back. Many people participated in this action and it is my hope that through the long road back I can convince them to divulge much of the public knowledge and participation. It is human to err, proper to be shown our mistakes, right to pay for our crimes and wrong to never know our persecutors.
As my High School life was ordinary and uneventful I will begin this abstract from my entry to the University. I was a very shy introverted person who never desired any form of public notoriety. I entered the university with a keen interest in the sciences, particularly geology, eventually graduating with BS degrees in GeoPhysics, GeoEngineering and Civil Engineering. My father was a somewhat peculiar man who kept to himself and had been diagnosed in the Air Force as suffering from paranoia and schizophrenia. As a result of a bad childhood he had become reclusive and in an attempt to shield the family from his peculiarity. I became reclusive. My mother was a strong woman who often fought with my father over matters and exercised a great deal of control over my life.
Unable to exhibit a commanding personality I began a duality of life style. I attempted to maintain a public life of exemplary stature void of any vices and after hours a life of closet smoking and sexual fantasy, particularly along the lines of submission. This persisted with my classmates discovering my closet smoking at age 22, resulting in some harassment. I weathered the incident but it did alienate me from people. I didn't think that anyone would be aware of my hidden sexual fantasies. At age 26 I discovered all that bondage pornography at the adult bookstore that plunged me into sexual addiction. I began writing people in bizarre publications for kinky contacts to meet someone who would give me what I sought, a woman with a desire to experiment with sexually. Over time I realized that all those ads were producing nothing and I corresponded with a few men. I finally succumbed to the urge to try it and allowed myself to be tied up for a sexual experience.
The following Friday, early November of 1987 I was invited to a party with my friend Terry and a girl walked up to us saying, "are you bi". This should have been a warning sign that privacy had been compromised but I persisted. The previous sexual experience was not for me and as the years passed I tried to forget it and move onto meeting people of the opposite sex through ads. I met literally no one on public outings to bars and events and very few through meet people type ads. I finally met a gal and we had a few dates but she never wanted to do go out and we stopped seeing each other.
I graduated from the university for the last time in 1985. In August of 1987 I finally secured employment with a small consulting engineering firm in Plymouth, Minnesota. For the first eight months everything seemed to be going well but by the end of April my boss and owner began acting very strangely. He was almost gaunt every time he spoke to me and his usual manner of yelling at everyone had metamorphosed to terse brief trite conversation.
A later ad was responded to mostly by males, leading to nothing but conversation. Finally on June 2nd, 1988 I agreed to meet a guy the following day at a gas station just to talk. I never went to that meeting but did pull into a nearby station for gas when I noticed an entourage of plain and uniformed officers following me in a around the station. From that day forward my life was never the same. The days that followed demonstrated what happens when the whole world is told of a person's activities. I drew reclusive and never left the house for a year and a half. During this time I sold the family business, family cabin gave up my job and career and left the country for a year.
Coeval with reclusion and divestiture were repeated attempts by people, who I pre-supposed as plain clothed law enforcement, to goat me into a confrontation.
I traveled across Africa and Australia for that year returning only to leave and travel for another year across the Western US, settling in Las Vegas for 9 months. Recognition of my person through smirks and irritating comments yelled on the street was endemic countrywide. As a result of the public notoriety, although unable to discern how everyone knew what I was doing or had done, I socially kept to myself. It was nearly impossible to make friends. I was essentially an island. After 9 months I left Las Vegas to slingshot through Minneapolis on my way up through Western Canada to see some friends and then back down to Las Vegas. After three weeks I was forced out of Canada subversively and on my way back to Las Vegas I met unbelievable resistance from the public. I was ejected prior to entering the city and driven back to Minneapolis under duress.
I stayed with my mother for the first month and a half during which time events developed via radio and TV as a hazy media involved dating game. All activities where coordinated in concert through on-air third party comments and sporadic disjointed remarks by people on the street. On occasion I discovered that what I was saying and doing seemed to be beamed into the studios of radio and TV. Comments and on occasion interactive remarks were in parity, something that just couldn't exist but did. This coupled with third person remarks and incessant smirks everywhere consistently weakened my social position and I withdrew. When I would ask people directly to what they were referring they would say, "I don't know what you're talking about".
The whole event failed miserably and the public became bitter and angry stirred on by comments from radio station disk jockeys and TV news anchors et al. I became known as the "Asshole", "Chickenman" and the "Whimp". For the next year the social alienation and hostility coupled with absolute denial from friends and family broke my mental stamina, and I entered a hospital psychiatric unit for 10 days with an ultimate diagnosis of paranoia and schizophrenia. This was initiated through the suggestion of the psychiatrist who adamantly denied that any activity had or was occurring and that burden of proof was beyond his domain.
For the next five months I had a few meetings with him and then he more or less abandoned my health care for which I am now grateful. I knew at the time I didn't need a shrink and I certainly know it now, all I wanted was something to help cope with the environment. The alienation has persisted for years and absolutely no one will acknowledge any participation or knowledge of the events.
Within nine months of hospitalization I was ejected from Minneapolis by voices and anxiety which was again supported by general knowledge of the people. Over a period of 18 days I was driven by voices, mood swings and physical irritation for 15,000 miles (24,000 km) back and forth across the USA. At first I tried to comply with their demands believing they were FBI as they had said, but their reasoning was circular and every demand contradictory.
When I returned to Minneapolis the voices and physical irritation where torturing me, driving me every day with abusive profane language and paradox. The power of the technology employed was inescapable. Through its use these operators have irritated and tortured me for the past three years apparently with some knowledge by the public, all carefully shielded through a self administered, self-policing methodology. Anyone making any attempt to divulge any information was immediately attacked by people in proximity. As I was soon to discover the situation was far more pernicious and pervasive than I had realized.
I am going to begin this segment in hindsight. Mental control and irritation was revealed to me by conversations with the operators in September of 1994, while on my 15,000 mile trip, and had been occurring for at least seven years and perhaps as many as ten years prior. Although, I had deduced by mid 1994 that personal surveillance was somehow occurring through leaks I had no conception of the exact mechanism. I could only in part extrapolate about past events, how confusing they once were, how people new what I had said or was even thinking and now have a rational explanation. This knowledge was being revealed to me at a price however, people around me had given tacit approval of this activity albeit short of truly understanding it's nature. Until recently this chapter was perhaps the most speculative, supported only by experience and empirical analysis. I am electing to begin at the point at which it was revealed to me.
In August 1994 I began to hear people speaking to one another in third person about how they were finally going to do something about this "asshole". I would seldom go out but on my frequent late evening/night walks I would occasionally hear people speaking to others in that way. I was also hearing voices where I could not identify that anyone was even present. Disgusted by what I heard I tried to avoid people all together, a move that in hindsight was futile. Prior to September 19th I was living in the basement of my mother's house living in anguish and anger that no one, including my mother, would believe me. I could hear voices that appeared to emanate from the ventilation ducts; voices that I assumed were generated from someone talking into the waist level flue outside the basement wall. The neighbors and others had been yelling things for years and I had assumed it was they. While in the basement in a concrete storeroom under the front steps of the house I could hear people laughing lightly but as though I was listening to a radio headset. The laughing was artificial, and yet real but could in now way penetrate the concrete with such clarity uttered from people outside.
Two days later a completely different action occurred.
On Monday morning September 19th, 1994 I was kept up all night by what appeared to be voices of people yelling from outside the house. They were telling me how badly people wanted to tell me what a piece-of-shit I was and how people wanted me to pay for everything they had done. It went on all night and by 0600 hours the voices switched to a single that appeared to emanate from a speaker somewhere in the house. It didn't seem to matter which level I was on the voice that emanated came from a 3D location and was always of equal intensity. It told me to pack up and get out of town. By 1100 hours I was fully packed to move to Seattle, Washington on the West Coast, far from Minneapolis. As I began my drive up I94 toward North Dakota I could hear a monotonic, synthesized voice that appeared to emanate from the dashboard, or so I thought. It was a repeating segment saying, "everybody lend a helping hand". As I crossed the North Dakota border the voice over the dash changed to a synthesized human voice asking what I was looking for, then told me, "your looking for land and water". The entire affair became a macabre journey with now multiple synthesized voices telling me to pick a direction and they would tell me to go the other way. What ever I did they would oppose my motion, yet they drove me over 15,000 miles in 18 days from Minnesota to Idaho, back to Iowa and onto Colorado, all the way to Pennsylvania and back to Tennessee finally coming back to Minneapolis. On the return leg from Idaho they demonstrated their ability to read my speech composition thought pattern. That is, I did not need to speak to communicate with them. On the return trip to Minneapolis from Missouri they demonstrated that they could see and hear what I was seeing and hearing through my eyes and ears.
Upon return to Minneapolis a new phenomenon developed the commencement of physical pain and nervous system aberration. Physical pain manifested itself in the form of joint and muscle pain sometimes so intense that movement was completely impeded, affecting select systems of the body. Nervous system aberration involved enhancement of anxiety, anger and unsolicited motor function. Often impedance of breathing and muscle control or pain was initiated during exercise. Impedance of breathing and panic occurred during SCUBA diving and vertigo and vomiting during sailing. A frequent tactic involved anxiety and anger enhancement coupled with physical pain inciting me to scream obscenities at them through thought. At the apex of my anger they would echo my internal speech and project it such that people around me could hear. This would manifest itself through their obvious reaction; they knew what was going on. Often they looked disturbed and as I could see, powerless to intercede. On other occasions people would be duped into complying with one of their orders. An example which frequently occurred was the voice saying, "look at his lips move", and then they would make my lips move. People would look at my lips to see if they were moving. Although they frequently did move my lips involuntarily they seldom did when other people were looking thereby making fools of them also. Perhaps the most devastating were episodes of virtual torture of the phallus that would persist for several hours at least one night per week often reducing me to crawling on the carpet, screaming in absolute hate and anguish. This resulted in extensive sleep deprivation, and coupled with the irritations of pain, mental aberration and incessant profane dialog made the following day absolute hell.
Phallus irritation usually did and continues to occur every hour of every day since its inception circa January 1995. As a result of these forces it often took all I could muster to keep myself from walking off jobs or concentrating on tasks, like driving. Seemingly the only method I could secure to desensitize my brain sufficiently for rest was a regiment of alcohol, two to four beers per night.
The extent of brain corruption was frightening. Not only could they read my thoughts in composition and pictorial constructions they could impose thoughts or suggestions and dreams. Speak to me usually in degrading language using Synthetic Telepathy telling me to ask them (women) out, a pointless effort given their control and public knowledge, or telling me that I was a homosexual for men only. Auditory function was complicated by their ability to dub words and phrases said by people who were speaking to me, completely altering their meaning and prompting me to respond to things never said. This made me look like a complete idiot and coupling it with vocal cord inflection, my speech resulted in a person that no one wanted to be with. Their ability to control other body functions also made life unbearable. Feelings of hunger, vomiting, stabbing pains in joints and eyes, coughing, interference with sight in the form of blurred vision, inciting perspiration, a burning feeling in the chest indicative of nicotine cravings, itching or the feeling of critters crawling on the skin were incessant. The capability of reading my inner self (hate) talk to them was often broadcast to people in the area around me. This was frequently in response to an action or verbalization by someone near me but a comment that I would never say. My self-talk was frequently echoed so that what I was thinking would repeat about a tenth second later in my head, very distracting and irritating.
I had already experienced crippling anxiety through a deception from the public and denial from friends and family. While with another person people would never say anything although the body language spoke. Alone however, I was bombarded by a constant stream of cruel cutting remarks. I repeatedly made attempts to friends and family describing what had been transpiring only to have it rebuffed with "it's all in your head".
I found it far more palatable to wave attempts at friendships rather than making weakly bonded acquaintances with people who I could not trust. Even today I speak with only a few people on this subject, most of who are in these forums. I had already been coerced into a hospital psychiatric unit in a vane attempt to alleviate the anxiety. It's only result was to bleed me of financial resources. I didn't want a repeat of that episode and particularly since I no longer trusted the mental health community.
At other times the flavor would completely change resulting in pleasant mood patterns and often accompanied by pleasing sensations in the nerve endings of the penis. It didn't seem to matter what mood existed, pleasant or unpleasant, the nerve endings of the penis were always being stimulated. They could give me a complete sustained erection or make it feel like someone had just driven a fishhook through it. Combined these aberrations in mood, irritation, torture or complacency resulted in a serious drain on concentration making every aspect of my life difficult. Given these conditions one is led to the question of just what is the point?
The above conditions have persisted for two and a half years. On May 23, 1997 I finally went to a doctor and asked him to take X-rays of my skull in an attempt to locate the interface for the transmission. With contemporaneous knowledge I had assumed that a local transceiver would have been required. None was found unless the doctor and radiologist assistant substituted the films. That left me to explore other avenues of transmission but I was sure that cooperation by any public source would be lacking if non-existent. Only after taking significant charge of investigations on my own have the symptoms ebbed. The incessant conversation persists and constant nerve stimulation and mood aberration are still very irritating but nothing compared to the magnitude previously experienced. They do however apply a constant drain on my task accomplishment from at least 10 to 50 percent every woken hour of every day including Christmas.
I now know that I may never be rid of this scourge. In spite of efforts to counter the transmissions without knowledge of the equipment, who these people are and a lack of legal precedents their may never be a cessation. I do know that the more I learn the less power they will ultimately have. Through my travels I have learned something of this medium. I have been diving to depths in excess of 100 feet (30 meters) in the Mediterranean and in Hawaii to 180 feet (55 meters). On all deep dives I was able to communicate bidirectionally with absolute clarity regardless of location. They could see, hear or at least interpret what I was seeing or hearing better than I could interpret through my senses. Communication was never impeded, in aqueous or through subterranean mediums. Even in heavy all-metal enclosures communication seems to be clear and the mental and physical effects unimpeded. These are the parameters that apply to my investigations of technologies and personnel.
Over the winter of 1997 I moved to The Big Island of Hawaii for six months thinking that I could travel to a remote area of the United States, removing myself from society and their interest. This concept was an abysmal failure. I decided to return to Minneapolis in April to fight and try and save the rest of my life, which I am now convinced they would waste unceremoniously. My infamous notoriety had created an invisible fence regarding relationships ergo I have given up on meeting anyone. In spite of moving to a remote location and never considering a partner they still persisted.
There is so much more to this story than can be revealed in this short document but the flavor of the odyssey is preserved. For a recovery to begin it is mandatory that people begin a dialog concerning public knowledge of events referred to above, leading to a complete integration of facts and history. Only then can everyone operate openly, leveling the playing field and restoring the trust. I am not alone, others have come before me and no doubt there will be many after.
The long road back has begun with the recognition that randomness is the predominant operating variable. I spent the first four years running from something that I could not understand because it was well beyond my invention. I had become a public embarrassment and the result was a response to accomplish no end other than a sporadic and continuous reign of terror. No matter what I did there was no action on my part that could precipitate any other response, that time had long since passed. As a result of that conclusion I developed a plan to try and save the rest of my life.
The plan evolved from assessing my strengths and their weaknesses and a careful examination of the history. To date I was not acting but reacting and their method by design was to throw me off. The constant degrading conversation was reverse in mode. They constantly phrased every meaning such that people would think I was refusing or ignoring their request. From my viewpoint the request they made was either impossible to accomplish or an inaccurate comment on what was occurring, a paradox. Proprietarily the voice was a variety of entities, the FBI, radio stations, Minneapolis Police and TV stations but always void of any validation. I now attribute this to covertness and cowardice and in every way an illegal operation. This is their weakness. Every scrap of knowledge I can find to ultimately expose this scourge gives me strength. Last is the active investigation and identification of technologies and persons with direct knowledge of remote mind control devices and installations. On this I have made some progress.
I hope that my efforts can contribute to combating this abuse and will result in restricting its use to enhance our lives rather than degrading and debasing our existence. I am dedicated to fighting in the forums and on the avenues that will give the greatest result and lend my support to all soldiers of the cause.
Stephen A. Tueting
Human Research Subject
Protections Act of 1997
October 1997
Psychotronics victim Steve Tueting wrote your editor that he needs input on his draft of a letter to US senators asking them to back Senator John Glenn's Human Research Subject Protections Act of 1997, S.193.
Please review it and send him your thoughts at Whimpy.com@worldnet.att.net.
Here's a link to the text of the bill with links to more comments.
From Steve Teuting:
I am dying to send this letter off to the Senators. Unfortunately I don't want the wording to appear to strong or caustic and thereby detract from the cause.
This whole subject has an obsessive interest with me because it has cost me so much and I am compelled to make a difference. Unfortunately I have only recently joined the fight as I was trying to run from it without the tools to begin to fight. After ten years I realize I can do nothing else, however, I need to learn as much as I can to make a valid and targeted impact.
October 5, 1997
RE: Human Research Subject Protection Act of 1977.
Dear ________
I am writing to you in adamant support of your proposed legislation, Bill S.193, The Human Research Subject Protection Act of 1977. I understand that this legislation will come to a vote this year and I strongly urge you and your associates to vote for passage of the bill.
I have been remotely irritated through technologies which I do not yet fully understand but research materials and discussions by others whom I am in contact with worldwide have helped me (us) to pinpoint sources. From our discussions the sources of the irritations are either electromagnetic or sonic, generated as yet by unknown parties. These irritations are manifested in the forms of physical and mental discomfort and can include: Extreme joint and muscle pain, nausea, vomiting, vertigo, mild to extreme anxiety, periodic sleep deprivation, depression, complacency, ambivalence and sexual arousal or impotence, among many others induced symptoms. This has, for me, been accompanied by constant conversation, mostly demeaning with incessant abusive profane language since its inception in October of 1994, however, in recent months has eased, particularly since I have taken remedial measures.
Through contacts made on the Internet I have identified a number of brave souls who have had similar experiences and are fighting the abuse of this technology both in the United States and other countries. Our mutual experiences indicate at least indifference and perhaps malice on the part of the medical community resulting in incorrect diagnosis of paranoia and the ever convenient, schizophrenia. I (we) realize that medical science cannot alter events beyond their control and that under most circumstances probabilities of this scenario are nil. The events that we have been experiencing are common to many people and are definitely induced and man made.
Void of all charges or allegations, to any party of wrong doing, I implore you to work with ultimate efficiency to pass legislation to ban the use of electromagnetic and sonic technologies for experimental or legal sanction unless otherwise demanded for reasons of national security for use on American Citizens. I offer to volunteer whatever services I can provide to assist you in the ultimate success of passage of Bill S.193.
If you need additional information regarding information contained in this letter or any request to aid in the passage of this bill please do contact me at the address above or on my phone, or over the Internet at Whimpy.com@worldnet.att.net.
Sincerely
Stephen A. Tueting
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