I left the public orgone scene in 2004 over what I’m about to write here about.
First; Thank you for continuing the work and getting us past a lot of these following interference tactics that were used on me.
I’m writing this so you can keep aware and if you see these tactics play out around you- You have another person’s
account of it and build your courage to speak out about it- so you may not think you’re losing your marbles.
Seriously,
I post this to empower you so you can watch for the tactics and ways that have been used against me.
This was made very personal and takes a lot of courage to finally write about in public.
In May 2004, I emptied my pockets and walked away from a place I needed to get away from.
I was over 3,000 miles from home at the time.
Earlier that day I had walked into a room and witnessed someone observing the effects of a web-ring setup to destroy my character and ruin me legally.
This person actually had the ignorance to hand over the keyboard for a couple moments so I could observe the condition.
With my background with computers and networking, I pulled up a popular search engine to take a look at the condition of the internet.
I noticed certain websites and content not suitable for any audience when doing a search for ANYTHING and
I immediately pulled up the ‘command’ program by clicking the
Start Menu button, clicking ‘Run’ and then typing in COMMAND and then pressing Enter.
Doing this opens the command prompt on a PC.
I typed NETSTAT on the black screen that opened.
This simple command will show you the IP addresses that are connected to your PC.
I had done this in the “not too distant past” and saw a certain forum domain address and learned the domain address for that forum.
(A domain address is all the numbers of an IP address except the final three digits.)
Domain addresses can change only by moving to a completely different internet service provider Or by moving the server to another location Completely,
and by changing internet service providers.
It isn’t an over-night operation to change a domain address. The final 3 digits of an IP address can point to 1 of 255 internet adapters, in 1 computer or in multiple computers. A person can run multiple servers and forums and websites but Each will have the same domain address because the domain is like the Highway that all of the traffic runs through. Your next door neighbor can have a different domain address than you but typically, within the same building, all traffic will run through the same domain address… then the final three digits of the IP address will be somewhere between 1 and 255. The last three digits have been seen to change sometimes at a rate of once every 3 seconds. The domain will not change without quite a bit more effort, paper-trail and money trail, timestamps and registration to the new domain.
That forum I mentioned had been used as the base of operations for the then-current Orgone movement. I educated myself and learned the domain address approximately 1 week prior to this event.
So I had the resultant info from the NETSTAT command in front of me and could see the web-ring was running from the same domain as That forum.
I said “oh that’s so-and-so, he set this up.”
I never sat down at the computer to find this out. The entire thing played out in a matter of about 30 seconds.
The shock and disbelief was evident when arms dropped and the setup fell around the miserable fool sitting at the desk.
I knew way too much already and containment of that 1 piece of info was on its way to the world wide web… there were actually more reasons for attempting to set me up and that’s why the web-ring was designed and deployed around that place to begin with.
but back to the tactics that were used, for another moment-
That domain had been given access to the PC for the purpose of deploying the setup.
The person deploying the web-ring simply made a command that takes any search or address (name) typed into the browser and gives
highly-illegal, private content (from the server) to the user of the computer (the person looking around online).
This occurs simply by changing the DNS Server address to one housed on the same domain as the web-ring is running out of, in this particular case.
This was able to be conducted without the knowledge of Any internet service provider. It is a hack, when it isn’t allowed and it is a setup when IS allowed by the registered account holder of the internet connection- for the purpose of framing a user of the internet connection.
So, my Knowing exactly what was going on and me having a personality to “out” the entire gang who set it up- I was a risk… but I was already a risk and that’s why this was deployed at my location in the first place.
I refused to sit at the computer and “straighten” the mess out upon request. Instead, I went outside and emptied all contents of my wallet and pockets.
I put my driver license in my wallet and $3 worth of quarters in my pocket and sat for a little while waiting to see if I indeed had to walk away from my location with nothing. The closest place I had to go- was over 3000 miles away!
It was soon that another tactic and head tricks were being spewed at me from the person who had been sitting at the computer (with hopes shattered)
I stood up calmly and walked past that person and went through the house, out the front door and kept on walking.
My direction was opposite than could be predicted, as I still had the element of surprise on My side.
I walked about a mile and called a relative in another state and had to wait for the telephone line to become clear- as the person sitting at the computer actually called the same relative with despair in his voice, sounding full of anguish and shock saying that he we was just so concerned for my safety.
My relative told the person that he was full of shit and demanded to hear what was really going on.
The relative of mine didn’t hear anything truthful and I was able to get through to my relatively in a short period of time. (on the payphone)
I basically said I would be needing a bus ticket home and that an explanation would have to wait. I’d call again when I could.
This conversation was with a parent of mine and I must say here that a parent should never have to think about the possibilities that were being considered.
I walked back in the direction that would be expected for me to go and I continued walking for many dozens of miles. I was getting water to drink from convenience stores for free. (thank you clerks)
I was keeping calm and establishing a protection plan that would get me through to the point in time when I could get on a bus and leave the area.
Box surveillance was established on me within 40 minutes of my departure on foot from where I had been for the previous 20 months.
This was something I observed and expected to see, though not in the magnitude I was seeing for the next 2 days before being able to call my relative again.
I had very little resources to work with and I had teams of interference staying on their mark. (me)
If you ever wondered what the tone of your heart’s voice sounded like- its something you become very aware of in such an instance.
either that- or you’re doomed. just doomed. You listen to your heart so you don’t listen to the thoughts that can over-run you in such a case.
[u:1g3ki2k7]You keep your head calm and listen to your heart and Be Aware.[/u:1g3ki2k7]
Make everything you do count so you aren’t wasting diminishing resources to get to where you need to go.
I walked into the night and throughout the next day and actually caught a bus (with money given by a participant in the setup)
I got on that local bus to track down some money I was lured to regain.
(actually money that Was mine And resources I desperately needed) <-- that’s the last time in my life I ignored my heart messages
and listened to head messages, instead. It about got me disappeared. I should’ve been dead over that mistake.
I walked the 50 miles the next day to get back to where I made that near-fatal mistake.
That was all part of the setup. That had been arranged before the game and players revealed their cards to me.
My mistake was ignoring my heart for 1 moment and getting on a bus for the purpose of gaining my own needed money.
So I walked all the day and into the night and finally nearing 7:00 am on the next day, I had been successfully cornered with no place to go except into custody of them, them or them… take your pick! [Image Can Not Be Found]; (i wasn’t laughing at the time)
I had teams of box surveillance moving in for the pickup.
I walked into a convenience store and calmly filled a paper cup with water and drank it while waiting in line to speak with the store clerk.
I asked the clerk if he could please call the police. I just wanted to speak with an officer. I was calm and collected though tired, exhausted actually.
The clerk agreed and I told him I would just wait outside. My intention was to cause wonder but not alarm with the clerk.
The clerk was even nice enough to point one of his cameras at me through the window with the camera monitor facing me! COOL
I didn’t ask him to do that either and I’m so glad he had it together enough to do that.
The participants of the gang-harassment/box surveillance were walking right by me and into the store to give an impression of
needing to be at the convenient store. The parking lot filled with their vehicles… even a paper “delivery” pickup parked center stage in the parking lot.
Two people exited that vehicle and opened their tailgate.
One person was the original fool sitting at the computer where I had walked away from (remember the web-ring and the fool I astonished by dropping his dreams flat in 30 seconds?) the other fool with him was the dude who gave me the bus money to get 50 miles south to regain My money the night before. (where I escaped a group of thugs ready to flat-out murder me)
They sat swinging their legs from the tailgate watching their party play-out in front of them. with grins and smirks
So the “cop” came and she asked me what I was doing there and demanded my wallet.
I noticed the camera was still pointed right on us and I felt better- I calmly reached into my right pocket and got my wallet and handed it to her.
She was putting latex gloves on her hands then grabbed my wallet from me.
she opened my wallet, ignored my ID and reached into her left upper shirt pocket and removed something, stuffed it inside a pocket in my wallet- closed my wallet (clinching it in her hand) and then forcefully extended her arm and demanded that I take it.
I refused. I told her that she could smile for the camera I was pointing at and that I was not the last person in possession of it.
I absolutely refused to touch the wallet even after being threatened to be arrested if I did not take my wallet back.
She finally said she would put my wallet over by the gas pumps and anyone could walk away with it.
I told her calmly that I would not touch the wallet for any reason. She was irate.
She stormed over to the gas pumps and placed my wallet on one of the posts at the end of the fuel island.
I watched her, looking at all the cameras she had done this under. She walked back to me and proceeded to ask me questions.
I politely told her that I would not be able to continue with her services and to please contact another officer for me to speak with.
She said there were no other officers. I asked again for a different police officer to continue with.
She finally contacted another police officer, who then arrived very quickly, 10 minutes maybe?
I was standing in the same place as I when I was waiting for her to arrive- and watched another police car pull into the parking lot.
My box-surveillance teams were beginning to leave the parking lot as if given orders.
This police officer was a man who asked me what was going on and actually seemed concerned about my safety. wow
He asked me what I wanted him to do and I told him to use his best judgment.
He told me he was detaining me and that I was Not under arrest. I thanked him and he didn’t even close the handcuffs too tightly on my wrists. (thanks)
I went into the backseat of his cop car and he told me he’d take me home or to a hospital. I informed him that I no longer had a home and that
the hospital was as good a place as any.
I was in protective custody for the moment and I was able to get a few sighs of relief. He could tell something had been going on but that I still had my head about me. He told me so as he drove to the hospital. He could see I was dehydrated and enervated. I was very tired, indeed.
He escorted me into the hospital through a back door and into a private room. Two ladies were waiting for me and got me into a hospital gown.
They sat me at a chair in a tiny room and strapped me to the chair. They were saying things like “no cause for alarm and that I had nothing to worry about”
Within 5 minutes of me arriving in the tiny room, the dude who I walked in on, who was kind enough to hand me the keyboard for 30 seconds (with the web-ring in place)- yeah that dude- he arrived as a concerned visitor and demanded to see me. I refused all visitors.
I told these ladies that I was ESPECIALLY refusing this person’s visits.
He was refused access and made a lot of commotion trying to get in to see me and influence the ladies working with me.
Within another 5 minutes, I was given an injection in my left arm that turned my inner body fluids so cold that I shivered uncontrollably until I lost consciousness. I was thinking thoughts like “I kicked all your a$$es with a stupid block of polyester resin and a piece of quartz crystal” and “well this may well be the end” I did not speak these thoughts. I was hoping for the best but things were looking rather bleak for me.
Some amount of time is missing from my life over the next several days. I cannot fill all the gaps in time but I was transferred to a secret facility 2 or 3 days later where I stayed for at least 1 night and day. Then I was given a ride to the bus stop by the dude who turned over his keyboard to me in the days prior (the dude who was instrumental in setting this up)
That guy was cornered in such a way that he had to give me a ride to the bus station.
He even brought me some pasta salad “the kind you like so much” he said with a grin. I had my wallet back too- and my watch!
I called my relative from the outside payphone and confirmed such a thing as this set of events, before accepting the money to use for getting my bus ticket.
The money checked out and I gave every cent back that my relative had Not sent for the bus ticket. The change was minuscule but the bondage, I knew was not. So I insisted on every last penny not spent on the bus ticket being taken back by this man. That little move made him so extremely angry that he gained the full and undivided attention of everyone present at the bus station.
He stormed away and left, screaming and yelling. [Image Can Not Be Found];
I emptied into the trash, many phone numbers and contact names from my wallet that had been planted there.
I removed my watch and tossed it into the trash.
I didn’t even touch the plastic container containing “my favorite pasta salad”- it went direct in the trash.
I removed everything from my possession except my wallet, my driver license, bus ticket and the 50 cents I had left in my pocket.
…waited on and got onto the bus full of miscreants and began my journey home.
In Kansas, I had a really bad feeling about the bus I was on and I did not like the people on the bus at all.
I stepped off the bus and awaited another bus’s arrival 12 hours later.
Some lady was kind and actually seemed “clean” so I accepted the pair of blue jeans she offered me.
It was going to get cold later in the evening and she was nice enough and looked out for me a bit.
I called my relative from that town and told my parent that I stepped off the bus and was waiting for the next bus to continue on my way home.
My parent was quite perturbed to hear that I did that. Well he was worried, of course.
There is another dimension of strangeness that I observed through Kansas that is used to smuggle weaponry and to disappear semi-trucks and busses- it is called a Russel. It began in, you guessed it- Russel Kansas and continued west-bound until my buss was the vehicle disappeared from satellite tracking.
One of my uncles was a very trained driver in a previous profession and had explained it to me in the past.
He since has lost all memory of having explained it to me. He told me I’d know it when I see it, and I did.
There is a satellite phenomena exploited by “transporters” with vehicles equipped with sat-comm and other type of satellite tracking equipment.
Laws have been passed requiring interstate “transport” vehicles to use this type of equipment. I gained more experience with it later when I drove truck.
This phenomena was used to Protect my journey home on the second bus. Interestingly
I got home to Idaho in rather fine shape. Tired and aware all at the same time [Image Can Not Be Found] things like this will do that to a person.
Dad had an especially difficult time understanding all I told him over the coming months.
You are reading this because I’ve been urged to speak about it for years.
The Crofts have heard some of it and Don has persuaded me to post about this so to Empower the readers of this forum with knowledge of some of
the tactics that have been used on us.
If you see something like this playing out in front of you. I have a piece of advice:
calmly take the steps necessary to get done what you need to get done. Do NOT break any laws. Recognize help by listening to your heart.
Keep your thoughts calm and listen to your heart. Don’t freak out- you’ll be toast. I guarantee it
There is much more that happened that I am not ready to put on any public forum.
We do not have the level of subterfuge today that I encountered before. We don’t. They cannot get away with it.
I realize being in the public eye is one of our most important safety mechanisms to take advantage of.
If you are under “attack”- do not drink alcohol. do not smoke pot. do not take drugs- you need every bit of your subtle bodies working to protect you.
Listen to your heart
Ben
