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Monday, June 18, 2018

A Mountain of Negativity vs. A Mountain of Evidence


If every negative comment and horrible rumor was a grain of sand, you would see that the picture above demonstrates what it is like to have Lori LaFond stalking you.  You can see that by using a machine, grain by grain, the negativity is cumulative and it starts to bury you under a sea of sand.  One grain of negative is followed by another until whatever it is that Lori is feeling, can be felt by the victim.  In this case, me.

I've tried for a long time to explain what this crime "feels like" because most people want to know what it is like "hearing voices" in your head.  I can tell you that this particular part is very interesting.  There are police officers that are "waiting to hear" these voices and for them the experience is different than a person, like myself, that began "hearing voices" out of the blue.  You can imagine the difference is staggering.

On the one hand, though not thoroughly explained, the police officers know that what they think is what triggers Lori LaFond to contact them.  They know that Lori can sit on a microphone and transmit her voice over the cellphone lines to a transmitter/receiver in the heads of police officers.  Yes, folks, the grain sized transmitter/receiver is placed near the top of the ear, near the temple, so that microwave cell phone signals are sent and heard in the brain of the victim.  A cop expects this to happen when Lori and Brian LaFond, "hook them up".

On the other hand there is the victim of this crime.  What the police think is some kind of drug induced psychoses, is really just the same thing that they experience, only they don't connect the two when they are harassing a targeted victim of this crime.  The target has already been through the dramatic experience of being knocked out, raped and implanted in their subconscious...but when Lori starts talking to them, she is usually playing some kind of mind game with them from the opening conversation.  Nobody is going to believe that a drug addict is really "hearing voices" and most cops chalk that up to meth use.  It is not the case.  The voices are real, but the psychological effects of taking grain after grain of negativity through this device has a cumulative effect on the body, mind and well being of the victim.

After last week when I was telling you all what it was like growing up with a virtually unknown girl from high school, stalking me, Lori began getting very upset.  I don't know how many people have told me that she has told many stories about me, my family, my sexuality and my HIV infection.  Lori needs to learn a very valuable lesson...it doesn't pay to bad mouth anybody.  In fact, in a position like she is in, it is down right not advised.  You can't be some anonymous stalker for twenty-five years, know that I am on to you, then start in with this full campaign of hate.  It was obvious to me that Lori was behind this, but when she gets wind that I'm talking about it, she gets angrier.

The more angry Lori gets the more vicious her friends become because she spends all day and night abusing and berating them.  The one person that she goes after the most to stop me is her brother Brian.  In the past, he was willing to hurt me for his sister because he was under the assumption that I had been mean to her in high school or junior high school.  Now he knows that it was never true.  He knows from other people that were actually friends of mine that Lori made all of that up.  My friends know that I never spoke to Lori.  They know we didn't have any classes together and they also know that I never mentioned her name, but she did to everyone.  There is no doubt that the aggressor in that situation was not me.

In fact, I went way out of my way, after the first three or four confrontations, not to disturb her.  I felt like there was something mentally wrong about someone that didn't know me but was so cruel.  There was a feeling of violence that I got from her that I still feel.  I wonder, sometimes, if she ever got violent with her parents or siblings?  There seems to be a great deal of anger associated with her rage.  It is misplaced and certainly had nothing to do with me since I'd never had a single interaction with her my whole life.

Someone told me that her anger came from a situation involving my sister and her in-laws before my sister married her husband.  Someone suggested that Lori, while staying with her brother, Brian, in junior high school, went to the home of my sister's in laws and was asked to leave by the owners.  This made Lori very angry at my sister and the hate began.  I'd always thought that to be odd and not possible because she accused my father of having sex with a minor boy when I was in sixth grade, but now I realize that the timing fit.  I don't think my sister was there when Lori was thrown out, but even if she was, she was considerably younger than the people that were at this home and shouldn't have been there.  She was a child and these were 16 and 17 year olds.  Lori would later be selling drugs to these people in that location...near where her brother lived.  Let me say this too...these are also family members of mine and they are excellent people!

These are very religious people that went through a period, like some families do, where experimentation with drugs happened with some of them.  I love them very much and they are the other family of my two nieces...in other words, they are my family too.  They don't use drugs now and it has been a very long time since then.  Make no mistake about it though, once Lori was old enough, she marched back to that home and was selling my brother in law and another family member drugs.  It's a fact.  It was like some kind of revenge against my sister.

Quite simply put, Lori didn't belong there and her real sister, may have been friends with my extended family.  If she was there, why couldn't Lori be there?  It wasn't a good thing for someone that age and Lori got mad so she accused my father of the sexual misconduct for which he was acquitted.  Lori's own sister, now that I know she exists, may be able to recall something about this.  It has something to do with Kathy Sommers...that's what I've been told.  Lori and this person had some kind of tiff.  I don't recall any kind of problems that I remember, but when my dad was arrested I remember Kathy was staying at the home where my dad was arrested.  One of my best friends lived there, but I've heard that Lori was hunting this girl down and this is the secret place where Kathy was staying.  So when Lori made those accusations against my dad, it was at a period when Lori was stalking Kathy.  Now this is all stupid "high school stuff", but for Lori is was the most tragic event of her entire life.  I was 12 years old.  My sister was 15, but Lori was crazy.

I knew Kathy was on some sports team with my sister...I knew they were friends.  My dad was at that home (a close family friend) doing some construction with his construction partner...so how Lori made the leap from stalking Kathy to my dad, the only connection would have been my sister.  Something happened there...I don't know what, but it has been THE THING that caused all this mess.  I can assure you neither my father or me, had anything to do with Lori LaFond at that point.  I'd never heard of her.

Now, I want you all to remember what this post is about tonight.  It's about the transference of hate/stress/jealousy that this technology allows to pass from one person to another.  Operator/criminal to victim.  I don't know if it goes the other way, but if it does, listening to me has never made Lori nicer, and I am nice.  For me, the transmissions from Lori to me are dark, hateful and really uncalled for.  I would never act on them consciously.  Unconsciously I wonder what they are doing to my body and mind.  There is a lot of negative transference from Lori to me because she wears, what she calls, "her thinking cap".  It's military grade and looks like this:



This is an EEG cap used to measure brainwave activity on a subject.  I don't operate this system so all I have inside my head is this:


The myriad of emotions that a drug addict like Lori goes through, especially when she is shooting up meth with syringes (15 pokes a day, can you believe it?  That's a lot for you non-drug users).  Her range of emotions go from "psycho bitch from Hell" to "Super Green Rage Monster" and never to anything happy or positive.  In essence she uses her skull cap to transmit her negative EEG's to my RFID chip, pictured above.

People you need to realize something here and I would like to work with Jonathan's sister on this assumption.  I know it is a real thing.  Transferring someone else's EEG's from one of these skull caps directly to my brain synapses fools my brain into making my body feel the same stress that Lori is feeling.  The thing is this.  There is a "conscious uncoupling" of my thoughts from hers.  This came when I realized that I was implanted.  The words that Lori says are easily sluffed off, I can ignore them with the "sticks and stones" approach.  It's the EEG transfer that confuses the human body that usually only has the commander in chief, the victim, telling his own body how to feel.  When you take a hyper peaceful guy like me and you combine my "easy going" thoughts with Lori's crazed obsessed rage monster thoughts, you get a person in conflict with his own body and mind.  It's like having another person living in your body without the motor control of your body.  What I mean is that if Lori swings her arm, I don't swing mine, but thoughts are much different.  

I control all the motor skills of my body.  That's for sure.  What isn't possible and it at the crux of this torture is that I can't turn off electrical signals to my brain from an outside source.   Lori's mind is, very different from mine.  She's a negative, aggressive, dark souled kind of person.  A "depressed lesbian in black" type.  I'm the exact opposite as a person.  Relaxed, non-judgmental, easy going and peaceful.  There is literally a war going on in my mind between my organic thoughts and Lori's artificial thought transmitted through the RFID chip that I have.

Here's another thing...I don't know if there are any cops that will admit this or not, but I can anticipate what Lori is thinking and what she is going to say.  For example, if she is thinking of a word that she wants to say, and is holding that thought until she can break in, I CAN SEE THAT WORD IN MY MIND AS CLEARLY AS IF I'D THOUGHT IT MYSELF, SOMETIMES EVEN MORE CLEARLY.  If I am having a conversation with someone in front of me and she doesn't like what the other person is saying, Lori with think a word like "Liar" and though I know the person is not lying...Lori wants me to think it.  I feel her emotion and my body tightens up.  The truth is that when your mind is in conflict with another person's mind, like mine is with Lori's, there is a physical struggle taking place in my brain.  It's twice the work to decipher to my body that what I am thinking is different.  When I get tired, that transference seems to be harder for me to control.  I'm simply too tired to do the thinking it takes to rid myself of her words and EEG's.  Then I get angry or hurt.

That's the best I've ever explained it.  Now Dr. Elmore, what do you think?  That's Jonathan's sister who I am writing this to.  Do EEG's from one human to another, transfer with a physical response from the victim's body?  I know it's true but is it quantifiable?  Science in the courtroom on this could show that it is a physical assault.  Dr. Elmore talk to your husband and discuss.

I also want you all to recall something.  When I was raped, my head was severely beaten, but not one other part of my body was hurt save a tooth.  When Lori goes off on her two week long rants, it is happening through my RFID chip into my broken brain.  I have the most severe migraines that you could ever imagine.  I don't take prescription meds because of my sobriety issues, so now I have a brain that aches like a broken ankle.  All the time.  It is never better.  I can't get the police to understand that when my brain was newly damaged at the rape, Lori and Brian were constantly talking to me...can you imagine the excruciating pain that was caused?  It was so horrible you can barely breathe.