One thing that I have learned about "voice to skull" and remote neural monitoring is that I am a victim of this crime for the rest of my life. I use to try to fight the words and the games that these operators play, but in the end, when you get exhausted, there really is only so much you can take. When you are dealing with a house of meth addicts, it's even worse, because they never shut up and they never stop hurting you.
It's an assault, but so much more. A mind fuck with bear claws.
I was implanted when I was 19 years old at the same time that whoever implanted me gave me HIV. I had no idea that I could possibly be HIV positive, the implant wouldn't be explained until many years later with lots of research. I spent so much time trying to understand what was happening, I ended up doing some pretty stupid things. It was then that I learned not to listen to any of the people on the microphone. I learned that one the hard way...six arrests and no convictions, another rape and this time a broken skull. I pissed someone off, but that's another story.
You would think that I would know better by now. I don't. I want to apologize to anyone that I've hurt by telling you what I've heard through this system. Of course what I've heard is usually a lie. The most egregious one was Christopher Monti. These operators once spent four or five years talking about an ex boyfriend when I hadn't dated him in years. On and on...fake post office box, fake text messages, emails, you name it someone was trying to tell me more than I ever cared to know about someone I no longer loved.
Enter Christopher Monti. He and I actually met in the driveway of the guy that I use to date...I was still trying to deal with some issues, but once I met him, I was happy and forgot about old what's-his-name. As I said above, I am usually the most un-dateable person around because of this RFID chip and the HIV. I mean there really isn't a market for 40 year olds with these kinds of problems, but Christopher already came with them. He was literally the guy that I wanted to be with all my life.
I have a rule about dating someone. I ask myself if I would want to date me, not that I am that picky, but it's a method to measure where you are in your life and what you want for yourself, after all, if you wouldn't date you, why would anyone else? For the first time in years, the answer was, "Yes". Big mistake, you see, if I think that, Lori will think that and you know Lori, I am not allowed to have a boyfriend. If I do, he will be destroyed by her ugly system of torture.
Christopher, already implanted and HIV positive, was great. He knew about the sexual assault. He'd had one of his own but more recently than mine. I think mine was in Sept.- Oct. 2007 and his was in San Diego in May of 2008. He asked me if I thought it was the same people? I said yes and immediately heard Brian LaFond on the microphone confirming it was the same people...
I swore to myself that after whats-his-name I would never let Christopher down. Actually we promised each other that we would look out for one another. I felt safe for the first time in twenty years. It wouldn't last. Christopher, for all the great things I like about him, did not deal with the microwave voices very well and he would freak out....you could see the glaze come over his eyes and by that time I was the target of his fist. I may have caused the first one because Christopher was acting weird again and I threw his phone down, but the second one came after I told him that, "I loved his mother." It wasn't anything major, I just was concerned. He'd asked me to call his mom before so I didn't think he'd have a problem...he did and I ended up with a black eye.
There were other times. I met him for ice cream. He was fine. I wanted to take him to a concert and he freaked out. On and off. I ended up having to move to Hesperia, where Lori promptly had me thrown out of the house after one month. No problems with the roommate and then one day..."YOU HAVE TO LEAVE!!!" He was already implanted and freaked out. I didn't care, I sent Christopher some letters and stuff in rehab. Hell I even put him in my rehab so that he could get well. He did get well, but Lori did her damage there too. She pretended to be Christopher's sister and she told the staff that I was selling drugs. I'd been sober for a long time, but the rehab wouldn't let me bring Christopher lunch or anything. He even had my rehab instructor call me and tell me, with my mom there, that "he wasn't my boyfriend, so leave him alone!"
I was heartbroken. Like now. Worse now. So much worse now.
I began writing a different blog called "HateLisa" because that was the name that Lori was using at the time "on air". I put up flyers every single week in Palm Springs, thousands of them. On street signs, on billboards, on side walks, street crossings...then I saw Christopher when he had just gotten out of rehab and he saw me putting up signs. I figured if I couldn't talk to him, he could at least look at what I was doing.
He took a flier, but didn't really pay me any attention...he was newly sober. He wanted nothing to do with me and Lori had been telling him I was still using drugs...but I wasn't.
I would see and talk with him a few more times and even rented an apartment for Anthony and Christopher to use just in case Lori got too aggressive and tried to throw them out of where they were staying.
Once I got Dr. Hall's book, I finally understood what this was. I spent time at U.C. Riverside's library of science and read all about "the Frey effect" and remote neural monitoring. Just my luck the foremost guy in the field had recently passed away...but his work was still there. I went to a symposium at Sonoma State, I went to a Freedom From Covert Harassment and Surveillance Meeting in Los Angeles, I did some radio shows, shot a television spot or two, was ready to do Jesse Ventura's Conspiracy Theory and a Vice TV spot, when Christopher got arrested. At first I though, I've been writing on this blog for years, I just told everyone that Christopher's birthday was coming up so make sure that he carries what he needs with him in case he gets arrested. Lori loves to have someone arrested on their birthday...I had t-shirts made, that said "Free Christopher/www.ehpcps.blogspot.com" BEFORE he was arrested. I loved it because it had a bulldog on it.
What were the odds that I knew that it was close to his birthday and that Lori would have him arrested. I was kind of mad at him for not heeding the warnings that I'd left on here and Martin/Benjamin were trusted with my heart. Didn't happen. He went to jail on a bogus "strong arm robbery" charge that I knew was a lie becasue the eye witness said that he was wearing a "Say No To Drugs" T-Shirt, but in the mugshot, he's pissed and is wearing a striped polo shirt. If the only witness to the crime lies, then you are scott free. If a witness will lie about one thing, what else would they lie about. The eye witness was named, oddly enough, MollyBondhus...like the name Lori use to use on the website to read minds. It was also the name of my deceased kitty cat Molly, my last name is Bond, hus is for husband.
I was mad for like one day then I started researching the crime scene, do you know that there were damn cameras on the building right outside where Christopher was supposed to have hit someone and stole a bicycle. Any cop would have seen them there and could have had the video. Not in Palm Springs. So then I drove the route and videotaped it from A to B. I needed to get the time. This witness must have been fricking Wonder Woman to have witnessed her boyfriend get punched out then chase him down the street while she was on a cell phone talking to the police, in hot pursuit.
So Christopher goes to jail for a year and a half on a trumped up bullshit charge. Strong Armed Robbery isn't hitting someone and stealing a bicycle...it's robbing a bank with several people and a get away car. Typical of the Palm Springs area...gay men get charged with crimes that don't make sense. For that and some other violations that may or may not have been his, he received a year and a half jail term. I was so sad. I cried and I wanted to hug him, but he was in Riverside.
When he finally got out of jail, he must have moved home...no phone call, no email, no pink slip to terminate my contract with his mom...just gone.
I, foolishly, believed for a long time that he was still in Palm Springs, California...I never saw him, never heard from him, didn't have a picture of him...nothing. On and on I waited to hear from him or his mom until I found out yesterday that he was in NYC again and looked happy. He graduated from college and he looks handsome. I wanted him to know that although I was really upset and humiliated yesterday, my rule was and always has been, as long as Christopher is happy, it would be okay.
I am so embarrassed to know that for years and years, I told you all that I loved Christopher so much, and here he was a whole USA away. How awful it must be to know that he is out of California and Lori can contact him via satellite, and tell him all kinds of stories about me using drugs, having someone else, obsessed with him...and so forth. The only obsession that I have for Christopher is his happiness...and it looks like he is. I'm crying, but it is his choice. This was his dream and I'm so bummed I couldn't give it to him. I wrote and wrote and televisioned and symposiumed. Radio showed and posted over 7200 posts on here.
The news story with Angela Monroe has garnered probably over 2,000,0000 hits, and that's one of the best news segments that I've seen online. I always give credit to my dearly departed friend, Randy Ringger...may God Bless His Beautiful Soul and kiss him with sunshine.
