Targeted
Massachusetts
Victim Impact Statements
Targeting may have begun for me in 2018 when I experienced Kundalini awakening during a meditation course. It felt like a massaging device made by NASA traveled up my spine to the tip of my head. I felt every one of my hair standing up and sensation in my head as if I am receiving a download.
My head turned 90 degrees on its own, the refrigerator made loud noises, I felt negative energy flushing from my body one day.
Fast forward to 2021, I was living in a brand new condo where I could hear and feel what seemed like a generator behind the wall. There was a leak in the washer. My mail went missing. Loud refrigerator, popping noises. Some people became very confrontational towards me. I saw two peoples' eyes change into the shapes of cats eyes when they came near me.
On November 24th of 2021, the crooks behind technologies made me kneel and put my hands together in a prayer position, which I never do. They made a blue hologram of the Dalai Lama appear for a split second and made it seem as if it entered my body with a gasp. A few minutes later, a crystal clear voice of a woman entered my head saying "Hello? Can you hear me?" in Korean.
I freaked out, started packing and took Uber to my family home. The Uber driver was different, a man from India instead of a European that appeared on my app.
I noticed about 30 drones on top of the family home that looked like fake stars. My family were mind controlled to not pay any attention to them.
A strange visitor that seemed like a federal agent who appeared as a salesperson for a telecommunications company interrogated me for 30 minutes. At that time, I saw a flashing orb appear in front of me as if an invisible drone took a photo of me. My mother also saw it and thought that it took a photo. It appeared twice for me.
A few months later, I felt very strong vibrations when I stood by the window. I could feel it running against my brainwaves. Immediately, I thought somebody was accessing my thoughts.
From that day, they had me practicing negative thoughts and fake imaginations nonstop. I believe that they were piling on information about me or my tendencies that they could lie about and use as evidence to keep me trapped for ongoing practice and entertainment.
I saw many big and small planes just roaming around the sky of Toronto. One made a quick turn towards me and immediately I felt a sharp painful pitch in my ear.
For a few years, the clowns practiced many technologies on me. I would go to bed before midnight, and they would drill my right ear and vibrate me all night until sunrise. They took away my ability to feel any hunger. I lost over 30 pounds, weighing less than 100 pounds.
My family was also mind controlled badly. They made both of my parents fall and break their leg. Two of my ribs were made broken. I was also bitten in the leg. They made my family member run over to my room, bang and scream on my door while slurring at 4am and anytime when I thought of something offensive about the assholes. One time they made my family member yell at me, speaking incoherently, and their eyes were flipped and all white.
They used sounds of water boiler, dehumidifier, washroom and kitchen fans, loud cars, lawn mowers, wood cutters, animals, all types of tapping sounds and even running water to experiment sending me messages through manipulations of soundwaves. I felt like vomiting every time I got up. It followed me when I visited Korea as well. Different technologies, different vibrations.
They made me experience virtual sex many times as if someone was actually on top of me, vibrating my penis everyday, giving me erections that lasted months. They also performed wireless surgeries on my prostate, 20 times a day for a few weeks. My body was used like a voodoo doll. They poked, kicked, burned, squeezed, choked, suffocated, made me pee and poop, fart, sweat, and stuck needles 2cm deep into my body every second, on every thought.
Everyday through telepathy, they performed fake dialogue with me for 10 minutes to a few hours. I believe they used this as evidence in case they needed to show anyone.
If I had a gun, I would have blew my brains out so that they would stop using me for their training and entertainment.
I sent a text message to a family member saying that they are torturing people to the point of making them bang their heads into a concrete wall and even ending their own lives. I believe that my family was mind controlled to send the screenshot to the police.
I have been a keen observer working as a media producer for many years. I had been hired as a producer to document an opening of a business hub in Toronto where the Prime Minister Justin Trudeau was invited to speak and took photos with every single attendant.
When police broke into my family home, I witnessed the eyes and facial muscles of the police officer twitching before he physically assaulted me and took me to the hospital.
The police lied about what he had seen, saying that I almost burned the house down, and that there was a firefighter very worried. There were no firefighters.
The doctor was also controlled during the interview, his chest tightened up, face all of a sudden became bright red, and abruptly ended the interview as soon as I began talking about the perpetrators. As soon as I said I was getting messages, I was misdiagnosed as a schizophrenic. The nurses asked me everyday if I am hearing voices, and they couldn't answer what they meant by voices.
I was involuntarily admitted to the psych ward for 4 months. They injected me with antipsychotics that gave me deadly side effects for many months.
Back in February V2K got pretty bad for me. So I left home and checked in at a homeless shelter. V2K became much quieter but I noticed that the crooks controlling the radio frequency had people in my surroundings run into me for little to no reason.
In April, my family told lies to the Justice of Peace to have me taken to the hospital again for 2 months. Job doctors treated me like a crazy person, injected me with antipsychotics which again left me with deadly side effects for many months.
It is evident to me that there are flawed human beings behind technologies to test and develop many different theories as they pretend to be working on radio frequency based human controlling AI systems, new telepathic communication methods and methods of torture.
Billy Lee from Toronto Canada.
Billy Lee, Toronto Canada
Sept. 28, 2025
Sacha Souter
May 25, 2024 (Ti diary)
I succumb to my bed, on my first lonesome night in Wivelstone. A life I’m forced to live on the hoof, constantly swerving shame on social media, gang stalking, deadly electromagnetic hostilities.
From the sweetest reverence of my prayers, I am dragged back by their ignorance, invocations for my beloved daughter’s happiness.
But she’s lost to me because of them, only fake news memories occupy her neurons now, a tragic battleground. Where our pure love was murdered in her heart and mind by the illegal use of neuro weapons.
The shock of the all-too-familiar sensation, an aggressive electromagnetic ‘kneader’ pummeling my vulva becomes self-evident. It motors away at high-speed hammering, then upwards towards my stomach.
I scamper to my feet, terrified, fully aware of the irrevocable damage it does in seconds. I bear 3-inch horizontal scars they call ‘fissures.’
My torso is now slack, full of dissolved muscle tissue and plasma, no tenacity left, its structure destroyed, so it folds upon itself in unsightly formations. All in a bid to break my resolve, break my self-confidence forever.
Francois Justina want to steal away my sexy, so they can gloat, laugh, and mock me, make me a figure of derision, ridicule in public. Francois is the man in charge of the operation—he calls me his ‘bolsa.’ He’s the DFE conquistador from Pfizer that Clare Hill sold me on to while I was living in Mexico.
‘Malito,’ chant the dinlos, happy they’ve destroyed my once-beautiful body. The script informs me they’re eaten up with spite, jealousy. My buttocks are scorched by phazer tech right here in this sweet suburban setting. The sick tormentors then attack my eyeball sockets, Francois’ favorite go-to.
All in a bid to psyche their trapped lab rat with full suicide-inducing brutality, courtesy of the growing alliances between Pfizer, Nickle, Halo.
He mentions football gangs—Chelsea, West Ham, Millwall, Arsenal. New recruits they mention are apparently “dirty, nasty, useful.” “Yeah, Claire Hill’s bought them all in—criminal nepotism favors evil.”
“It’s time to finish off the job on her. We need to kill her off then reanimate her.” “We got the ability, we just need the opportunity.”
His vocal tone, taut with well-practiced menace, oozing idiotic hatred. Although I’ve never met or wronged him, it’s his mobber’s script to create action potential, distress me so they can decode me.
This is the hell of being neuronally monitored.