If you are reading this, you probably have a reason to be here. You either love somebody that this has happened to, you are somebody this happened to, you want to know what this is about and how it affects you...or you have a kid that hasn't been as honest as you wish they had been with you. I'm glad you are here no matter what the reason is.
You see this sign above. I saw that and remembered feeling like, "Why hasn't somebody taken this group of terrorists on before?" It kind of made me mad. I love my community and I love my friends that are a part of it. When you see injustice you shouldn't fear law enforcement, you should feel that you have someplace to go. Unfortunately, there are a lot of people that don't know that the world doesn't begin and end with the Palm Springs Police Department. I ran into that problem from the beginning and when I did, I started making some calls to friends in high places. I called a few U.S. Attorneys, talked with the D.E.A., met with the F.B.I., and slowly but surely I saw how this crime is always referred back to the same police department that has members using this system for arrests. Then I understood why so many people were hurt without anyone saying a thing...there were no options.
I like options, don't you?
There is no way that I should have gone to sleep normal and woke up bleeding, skull crushed, and scared. I wasn't but a quarter mile from police headquarters. There isn't any way to explain how awful the experience of being raped was made so much worse by bad police work, bad hospital policy standards being met, and an uncaring unfeeling group of officers that don't seem to understand that remote neural monitoring is an illegal wireless communication device that they can not legally have inside them. Your own "wireless communications policy" for the City of Palm Springs forbids the use of this tech. For a good reason too. They are putting the public at great risk, and you don't ever leave this system.
For some reason, as odd as this crime is for some people to grasp, (you aren't alone Honey, I would never have believed it), when I give my explanation of what this is and what it's like, people seem to gravitate to my side of the story. I encourage you to add your own experience with this crime to the formula and see if it fits for you. There is a very good reason why people can hear me tell them that, "I hear voices in my head" and they don't haul me off to the crazy farm. First of all, I already put myself there for observation because I thought it wasn't possible. When they said I was normal, I had to find out what this was and how to stop it.
First and foremost, I am not here to hurt a family of people that love their gay sons or daughters. I am here as someone that has lived a life of torment because of this crime. It basically started at 11 years old and I'll be 52 next week. Can you believe that? No, I didn't hear voices for the first thirty-plus years, back then it was all about being stalked. I still got my college degree, worked full time, became a paralegal, then was hired by the U.S. Department of Justice to clerk for the federal bench in San Diego. I'm smart. What I never knew was why people had been following me. I mentioned it to only two friends and my family. I wrote about it in diaries for decades. There were no "voices", but I heard from other people that heard them and I wrote them off as crazy. So when people think I am crazy, I take it with a grain of salt. I was once one of them, but I was always being watched. I didn't know why. I was determined to find out as soon as someone fired a shot through my car window late one night in downtown San Diego.
The first real angels in our story were people like Jonathan and Barbara that knew me and were willing to keep an eye on my thinking for me. People I knew that had observed my life in person and from a distance. There was no doubt that I was a good person, but they knew Lori would say otherwise.
Someone had the good sense to talk to Dr. John Hall about me. This was a person who was just about to publish his first book on the topic. "A New Breed: Satellite Terrorism in America," was sent to me and I read the story about this doctor and his girlfriend who were being terrorized in the San Antonio, Texas area. Dr. Hall wrote and told me, "I think I can help you understand what is going on." That was the first time someone offered an alternative to "I must be crazy." In his book, I read about "Mallory" his girlfriend whose life was being turned upside down by people that were stalking her and raping her in her sleep. "He's a doctor," I thought, "finally someone knows more and is telling people about it."
I was fortunate enough to get invited to a symposium in Northern California at Sonoma State University. Though I thought I was about to meet a whole bunch of people wearing tin foil hats, what I found were people like Ted Gunderson, an F.B.I. legend who knew what this was. I met with Dr. Hall and Dr. Terry Robertson and quickly found out that there were people, like me, that wanted the truth to come out. There were others too. A paramedic that was implanted with xrays of his implants. Others with stories that needed to be told. Then it was my turn.
We were the only group represented that had unique characteristics. Mostly gay men were implanted in our area. Most of them with HIV that they got from a woman. They were all hearing the voice of a three-person team but the worst one was the female. I called her "Lisa" as she told me her name was, and so did many of the other gay men. When the realization was that no group hallucinates one female voice calling herself "Lisa", it dawned on everyone that this was a commonality that no other area shared. How can so many gay men, with HIV from a woman, hear the same name in their heads? I didn't know these men, but they knew Lisa too. That's when the "HateLisa" blog began. Someone put up flyers next to mine that said, "I hate Lisa too." With more research, I found that this female, had used many names over the years, "Victoria", "Jessica", "Sara", "Vicky", "Sheree", and others, but it was always the same thing...she leads them down the garden path to a waiting jail cell. Then I found out that only one woman talks to the implanted police...Lori LaFond. Hell, I know who that is, she's the girl that bullied everyone in high school.
Over the years I would see the games that Lori and her friends would play with people as she robbed them blind and put them in jail. I saw the way she manipulated friends into enemies. Boyfriend versus boyfriend. Families against their kids. Cops against homosexuals. I got used to seeing her take care of her problems with death, disease, and prison sentences. If someone was a problem, "give them a disease that will kill them eventually" or sooner if a gun is used. Since they are all gay, AIDS was the poison she chose, and she had it growing inside of her. It's like an arsenic factory in her own body for the first thirty or so years. You see, if Lori is in the middle, she likes having the ends fight so she stays safe.
Eventually I would run into friends in the Palm Springs area that this had happened to. They didn't talk about it, but they knew what was going on. Too many coincidences involving friends and eventually Christopher, a Brooklyn transplant that was in our area looking for a home for him and his mom. He'd just been raped and implanted in San Diego and I knew it was Lori and her friends manipulating him. I loved him instantly and vowed to his mom and everyone that I would save him from this crime. We became informants the very next day. Signed up with the police and everything. Official-like.
People wonder about this decision to be public about being informants, but you have to realize that anyone that would have been concerned about it was probably already gay, implanted and infected, and Lori would tell them. It wasn't a risk at all. In fact, I like telling people that I am not a drug informant for the PSPD, because I'm not. I work on the case of illegal human experimentation in the gay community that uses a drug dealer to outsource information to the police. It's as illegal as Hell. I have no interest in busting drug dealers. My interest is solely to stop remote neural monitoring in our community. I have just as good a reputation with the drug dealers as I do with good law enforcement. Most drug dealers in our area know that Lori is the person that robs them or turns them into the police so that she can stay high. I don't like it. It causes a disparity in the cops and robbers scenario. I believe in the concept that if you sell drugs you could be caught, but I also believe that the cops have to play fair in that fight too. Plenty of drug dealers in our area couldn't do anything else because Lori had given them police records on because of illegal busts. These people have to survive too, and that's how some did.
I chose to get and stay clean and preserve my credibility by asking for nothing from the police in return for the work. Believe me, they weren't offering either. Instead, I chose to believe that my informant work, as is Christopher's, is for the People of the State of California and the United States of America. A public danger is all I needed to have...and this one is huge.
What Lori LaFond fears most is "someone sniffing around" in her business. No, not the business she made up or pretended to have, the one she really runs from whatever home she is in. I wanted an honest look into the girl that has never had an income in her life. Never paid a tax in her life. Never owned a car in her life. The girl with more fake ids than a sorority house full of teenagers. She has ties to the military where this tech came from. She owns the hatred necessary for this crime against the gays. She's a confirmed drug dealer, as my own brother in law told me she was his. What I want is for someone to get a search warrant for her home and fine-tooth comb every single stolen computer on that premises. The reason? Simple, she's the urban legend that has plagued the police department and the LGBTQ community for years. She's the Bigfoot of AIDS in our community. Who is she? What does she look like? What has she done? How has she done it?
She needs an investigation into her past and present. They need to do DNA comparisons, fingerprint comparisons, and photographic comparisons in Arizona and California, to nail this bitch down, once and for all. She's been arrested under many names, but there is only one owner of her HIV strand...her. Almost every victim of this HIV has his strand preceded by Lori LaFond's strand. That means he was infected by her. Her own brother's strand, we know for certain, came from Lori. When you combine RFID chips in their bodies with the HIV strand from this girl, you have probable cause to search her home for more evidence of the crime.
In the meantime, I am here for whoever you are. I want you to understand that I never wanted this job. It chose me. All I wanted was a career and a boyfriend that loved me as much as I loved him. When it turned out that I could do some good with my experience, I realized that God had chosen me for the most impossible job of all...convincing people that I heard voices in my head and that I was the victim of a horrible stalker, rapist, and serial killer. Try that one on for size. I went all in. That's my job. I take all the big punches and pay heavenly bills for it, but if it saves your family from Lori LaFond, you will thank me in the end. I know you will. She's a monster that is loose on society, she needs to be in a facility for mental health doctors to study.
