testimonial

9:22:40 AM PDT
Feeling Quiet
Hearing The world around me

 My first memories in which I know for certain are my own, and I am certain that these are accurate and honest memories of my own . Date all the way back to when I was in the crib. It just so happens that this is also where my story begins, ( not sure what to call it ). In which individuals I believe to be connected to the U.S. DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE, have committed acts against me that are inhumane to say the very least. In this particular testimonial I shall try to provide the following information.

1.) A brief account of the first horrors in which were inflicted upon me as early as prior to my reaching one year in age.

2.) The reasons for which I can stand firmly on these memories being my own, as well as accurate and dependable,( though the  details are very embarrassing for me, and I would of certainly rather of left out ).

3.) I will give you the basis for the reason I believe it has to be connected to the U.S. DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE.

( 1. )

  I awake sometime long before I would normally wake, only for a brief second if I am lucky do I have any control what so ever over any part of me. I am physically paralyzed from the very start however. I am some how forcibly awakened though there is no one there with me in my crib. Like I said if I am lucky I may have some control over my thoughts, ( or rather may have had a few thoughts that were my own ) for a brief second, but it is only of that of my thoughts. within what seemed to be a second or two I would not even have that. The first few times this Happened to me I lay there and the only thought or feeling I remember ever having at first was that of pure horror or fear, even physically the only thing I could feel was fear. I could not move a single muscle I could not cry out to wake any one. I lay there for what seemed to be hours some times. I have no real Idea of the actual amount of time that may have passed back then. Though in later years I feel I had a more accurate concept of time and by comparison to how long it seemed then, and how long it seemed when it first started taking place. I would have to believe that it was at least two hours, but, probably some where around three to four hours before I might normally awake on a usual morning. As the morning sun would come up and I would still be lying in my crib frozen with fear it seemed though that the only thing that was not frozen with fear was my urinary track. I would lay there and urinate on myself still unable to move unable to even roll over out of myown urine. Mind you now my first memories of this I was still in a crib to sleep at night however I can also remember being able to move around some on my own,( normally that is ), like say set my self up and perhaps even stand myself up by grabbing on to my crib so I am not talking about when I was too young to roll over. This went on for many years, I am not exactly sure how old I was when I experienced my last known episode, though I know I was at least nine years of age and could very well of been as old as thirteen.These incidents did not stop happening because they were through with what ever they were doing to me . Over the years I developed A tolerance for them and eventually was by the way of a small victory I believe, some where around the age of seven years old, In which I was able to get myself to sleep on my side all night and even went as far as to reach down under my sheets after going to bed and pulling my penis thru the flaps in the front of my under ware. Though this did cause me a great deal of discomfort the following morning more when I got heavily grilled by my very angry and bewildered dad who was at his wits end with me wetting the bed still at age seven and now wanting to know how I could be pissing the bed and manage to stay almost completely dry if I was not awake when I peed the bed. The entire time growing up with this night mare I never told any one of it. It was that paralyzing of an experience. Perhaps at some point I imagine I did try and explain them or even give them as a reason to my dad. I sure found that a mistake. Since I didn't tell him of them as an infant and a couple years went by before we had discussions about my wetting the bed. It was a,''and why haven't you mentioned this before'' moment. So for this reason, when I did try to tell about, what I then thought of as nightmares, was not immediately recieved as the truth, they became a highly confidential secret I told no one about. Thanks to my small victory's though, and not having to lay for what seemed like hours on say a weekend morning or a summer vacation's day when I and everyone else was able to sleep late. That first victory was a huge and monumental one for me though. I was so stoked and no one noticed my under ware were dry till like maybe the third or fourth time,Thank God. For if it were not for those first victories I don't believe I would of ever been able to eventually over power the effects of what I still believed to be nightmares. I won't go into detail about that at this time. However, I will say this, it was war as far as I was concerned. That first victory told me I could out smart my fear and my nightmarish dreams and that led to me believing that if I could out smart my own nightmares that meant I was smarter then them and I could defeat them entirely as well. I do believe until some what recent events I had not experienced any of the dreams after I believe the age of thirteen.

  These nightmares were what would be defined as a recurring dream, if it was not for a few facts that I believe disqualify them from that classification. ( a. ) I was always awake. ( b. ) They always left me with a sort of chemical or metallic taste in my mouth the stronger the night mare seemed to be the stronger and longer the taste would stay with me. ( c. ) They always had the exact same feel to them and I got to where I could feel that feeling of paralysis coming over me in my sleep ( the physical part of it ) so before I would have any visions in my head or the sound track to it playing even, I would actually be some how made physically immobile. I have know Idea how this is possible the only guess I can venture up is that the amount of nerve stimulation it took to create a physical state of paralysis was far lesser than what it took to create the mental aspect of it, or perhaps controlled by different groups of nerves all together.

( 2. )

  This is not something that did not cause me great deals of stress as well as cause for shameful feelings. but this also made things such as sleeping over a friends house a nightmare with in itself. Especially the older I got with the problem occurring randomly or seemingly randomly with no precautions such as not drinking anything for x= amount of time before bed or any thing to that nature having any impact on it. So quite simply this memory has been with me since I can remember and it caused me a great deal of problems I have never forgotten these things and I can honestly say that I am 100 % sure that these are true and faithful memories of my child hood. As well as provide cooperating testimony to support the volitity of my recollection of the bed wetting till a very late age.

( 3. )

  Well for this part I could go into great detail for you in pointing out all the numerous U.S. DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE facility's that are either in or around not just the state but the county and neighborhood I grew up in, though I will not burden this testimonial by over ladening it with minute details. Instead I will just give you a very brief list of some of the facility's in and around my neighborhood.

( a. ) Mather AFB ( aprox. 7.5 mi. ) *

( b.) Aero Jet A.K.A. Genstar Corp. ( aprox. 7.68 mi. ) **

( c. ) Mc Clellan AFB ( aprox. 5 mi. ) *

( d. ) Mc Donald Douglas Plant { very hush hush }
( aprox. 10 mi. ) ***

( e. ) B.E.A.L.E. AFB ****

( f. ) Lincoln CA { which has three abandoned & flooded missle
silo's surrounding it in a triangular pattern}

( g. ) numerous other highly strategic bases in close proximity, 
such as Travis AFB.

  I think if you take all these facts, couple them with the story I heard my dad tell at least two dozen times when he and my mom had been arguing prior about finances. How they would not even of been able to get the house we lived in if his boss or someone connected to service station on Areo Jet had not pulled some strings to get his G.I. vet loan approved which they did because they wanted him to run the tire shop at the service station on Aero Jet, cause he was such a good tire man, (sounds like a well buttered ego job to me ). Then add in John Ward's role when he told me right to my face he was a grey op and threw in for some reason the following information { black op's exist grey op's don't }, as well as the fact that when really going through the worse part of the last all out attack, I called Mc Clellan AFB several times. My last several calls were all directed to some type of specially assigned officer of the rank of captain, I think. He asked me twice if I was trying to say that I was going to blow up stuff on the base ( which I never even closely had suggested anything of the sort ), to which I answered him no. I stated that I just wanted to get the truth and it was going to come out eventually. I was then visited and interviewed by two FBI agents,two or three months down the road . I also had called FBI several times but the agents that came out had no knowledge of this only that I had, told the officer at Mc Clellan that I had called and threatened to blow up stuff on the base.

* Recently closed and privatized
** Makers of rocket motorengines currently testing motors
regularly, once again.

*** This little jewel of a plant I would believe to be the actual
place the minute man missiles were constructed since I
was never aware of it's existence and not many seem
to have beenmy only logical thought for a reason for a
four to six story high round tier wire cat walks type
building out in the middle of no where is something
of that nature. I seen this building from the inside
while working for a company called api spas who had
leased that building for use as a storage area along with
the building they leased to manufacture their spas in.

**** This is one of the nations leaders in which high tech toys
are kept, ( the sr132 spy plane, the stealth bomber, etc.)

for more on this continueing ordeal use link below, Thanks and Have a Great Day, Todd.

http://hometown.aol.com/h8s2d8needsam8/mindcontrolhp.html

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