| General Setting for the Beginning My saga began in late October, 1994. At my apartment manager's suggestion*, my husband and I had just moved from the apartment upstairs to the one directly below it. After the move, I spent a couple of days cleaning up, and unpacking, etc. On the end day, as I was cleaning, and arranging, I began to hear the voices of people whom I had recognized as friends of my husband's, over some kind of microphone devise or something, or so it sounded, at the time. Of course, I had eventually figured out, as recently confirmed by reading many stories, written by victim such as I am, that these voices were not coming through on any microphone devise which was placed within the apartment. They were echoes, or sound waves being bounced off of either walls, or large objects within my vicinity, at a volume which I was able to hear. What was being said to me was of a criticizing, belittling nature. Every move I made wasn't "good enough". "You're not a good housekeeper! In fact, you're not even his wife. You aren't married, he doesn't love you! He says you can't keep house. Look at the way you put that up - That isn't folded right! You can't do anything right. You're a looser! Yeah, you whore!" - Things like that. After a few hours of this, I became very irate, and since I didn't have a clue as to what was going on, and why these people were saying these things to me this way, I assumed, that since they could obviously see into the apartment, that there must have been some kind of video camera type of devise(s) somewhere within the apartment. I started to leave notes in places where it seemed, based on where the sounds of their voices seemed like they were coming from, saying things like, "Look, I don't know what you're looking into my apartment for, or what you're doing, but you should have checked with me before you started whatever you're doing, since this is my apartment! I don't care whether or not you're happy with the job I'm doing unpacking, just stop looking into my apartment in the first place!!" - and things like that. Every half hour or so, these same people would come into the apartment, as if to "check and see" how I was doing, how I was reacting to the whole project, under the pretext of just dropping by to visit with my husband. They'd allude to what they were doing, as if to hint to each other in a joking kind of way, saying things like, "Hey, how's it going? Haven't seen you in a while, huh? That new computer programming course keeping you busy?" Then sneak sheepish little glances toward me, each of them wiping their nose, or scratching the same side of their face, from time to time, whenever mentioning things that were supposed to be hints or innuendo about me and how I was "handling" this. I should mention something significant which happened the day of the move, which I believe was a starting point, with regard to this whole project, put together by somebody having to do with my husband. I don't know exactly who, but I have my suspicions as to contacts with whomever it is that got their hands on this kind of equipment. On the day we were to move, my husband, who was gone all morning and afternoon, arrived with two male friends of his. I had already moved some small belongings of mine downstairs. He told me that he and his friends were going to do the whole move, and for me not to bother. I thought this was sort of strange, and anyway I didn't want people I barely knew to handle my belongings, even if it was only to move downstairs. I said that it was all right, I'll just move my stuff. He said no, I'd just be "in the way" and for me to just "go have a drink with a friend or something". I insisted that it was no big deal, I'll just continue to handle my belongings, and they could do the rest. He blew up, like never before, and started yelling at me, telling me to just go into the bathroom or something, but "get lost"! At this point we had only been married about six months, although we had known each other for a few years. He is a professional musician, very well known in the hard rock scene, and I'd done some acting in "B" movies and such, but a masseuse by trade. In all this time, we had a great relationship, or so it seemed to me. Even though he's a famous rock star, I never before had reason to feel like he'd been unfaithful to me, and I was pretty devoted as a wife. We hardly argued, and he was not violent, but the way he acted at that time, something in his eyes looked different, and it scarred me. As ridiculous as it sounds, I did go into the bathroom, maybe out of being emotionally stunned, not knowing what else to do, and being completely unaccustomed to him not making sense like this. So I went in, and just turned the lights out and started to cry a little. A few moments went by, as he and the guys started packing and making trips downstairs, and then I heard another voice, a female's, laughing. "You guys are animals!", I heard her say, whispering, while the others are saying, "Shh!" A few moments passed, and then, I heard everybody clear the room. It was quiet, no one, I assumed was in the apartment. I asked, from the bathroom, if anyone was there. There was, at least one of the guys, as he answered rudely. I wanted to be anyone but myself, at this point. Suddenly, I heard noises coming from the downstairs bedroom like somebody having sex, really loud like purposefully for me to have heard. This went on for a while, then quieted down. I went into instant denial, changed my mood (emotional shock is what I was experiencing) and sort of casually walked out of the bathroom, and into the adjoining bedroom, to finish packing my things. One of the guys in the room next to it, whom I knew a little better asked me if I was all right. That's when I knew I hadn't just lost my mind, and was imagining things. I covered up any feelinbgs of confusion / pain I had, and just said sure, I was fine. Then he went down stairs, and after a couple of minutes, I could hear all of them (without the female) playing a guitar, laughing and making up a song, which was for me to hear. The lyrics were something like, "You broke her heart and now she's crying", Pretty soon she'll pack her bags, and start heading "home, going home, home", etc. I decided, upon hearing this to turn it around to my benefit, and use it as an excuse to go down and join them. "I heard him singing about coming on home, so I thought maybe it was you, trying to get me to come down here." As if to acknowledge that I knew the song was so rudely intended for me to hear, but this is our new home. The above circumstances are described in detail, because it alludes to what later I found out, through the "handlers", to be a significant reason, or excuse for their purpose in harassing me, using the EMF / microwave gadgetry that someone managed to get their hands on, and teach many others how to use on me. The significance was, as was repeated inside my sense of hearing, and bounced off of whatever was near me, that according to them, my home was "with my parents, in Texas". "Go back to Texas, where you came from and belong!", went the countless attempted brainwashing mantras, trying to persuade me, by talking as if I was a little school-girl, or infant, really, naive and fresh from the farm in Texas. They'd even put on a Texas accent, as if this were the way in which my thoughts "sounded" to me. Actually, I'm originally from Florida, but my parents moved to Texas, and I had lived there for a few years, but couldn't wait to leave the state. Nothing against Texas or Texans, but it's definitely a state unto its own, and I never liked the sound of a Texas accent. It always grated my nerves! But it did, as I believe was planned, start life in the new apartment out with me in a confused, depressed, emotionally stunned frame of mind. Someone had convinced my husband to take part in this living hell, and whether that scene with the girl was real or staged, at the time, it sort of robbed me of my prior identity and security, which made me perfectly vulnerable prey for what my husband's cohorts had in store for me. |
| Here is an excerpt from what I'd written back in 1995. Now I know much more abut almost every aspect of what were unanswered, strange questions back then. I even know who, as of April 1, 2001, has been doing this to me, the whole time.... |
| ...What happened next, and the day after will be posted in order, in a few days - check back - iy's mind-blowing - ,makes me think it's strange, that I made it through those first three days!!.... |
| 1st 3 days of torture W/EMF, voice-to-skull equip... |
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