reply to post by MemoryShock
Glad that you're open to discussion on these points
To start with then, I'll describe that experience (covert hypnosis) and its aftermath in a bit more detail:
At the time it occurred, I was living in a hostel (here in the UK, in Manchester). These places are a tale in themselves. In order to qualify to
live there, you need to be in receipt of certain state benefits. The most important one is Housing Benefit. The people who run the hostels basically
charge exorbitant rent for a tiny room, crappy shared living space and one evening meal a day (some don't even provide the meal). They charge the
government upwards of £280 per week for the absolute basics of living space - the equivalent amount of money paid privately would get you a five
bedroom detached house in an upper middle class suburb of Cheshire!
Anyway, the people who occupy the hostels are from different walks of life - usually working class youths/ men, or those guys from the middle classes
who've had a nervous breakdown and lost everything etc. Many are institutionalised in one way or another, and have given up hope of ever achieving
anything better.
Pretty depressing place to be all in all.
And so, I was there for one reason or another - part of the plot in all likelihood - and I was drifting along, doing not much except smoking the odd
but of pot and drinking lots of booze.
A young guy a year or two older than me was in one of the rooms on the floor below me. He seemed out of place. He wasn't a criminal, and was
'jobless', but had all the latest clothes, designer shoes, trainers, expensive stereo system and huge CD collection etc etc etc. He was always out
and about, and had the money to buy large amounts of cannabis, expensive whisky etc. He kept himself immaculately groomed, and was very particular
about his appearance - in particular he seemed not to want to be seen as a jobless, hostel-living youth.
The first day I met him, he invited me to his room to smoke a joint (as was customary practice) - he rolled the joint and let me smoke it first (odd
in itself), and it seemed very strong. While I smoked, he put on his stereo system, and - here's the clue - he put on headphones, while I was left
to listen to the drum n bass tune. The next thing I recall, I was back in my room, lying on my bed.
Now over the next few years, things went from bad to worse. I ended up in mental hospitals, and saw accumulating evidence of family/ friends
manipulation using 'mind games' etc. My situation was engineered to put me entirely at the submission of a mysterious and seemingly omniscient
power, which was determined to make me seem small and insignificant, and to accuse me at every turn of being somehow 'sub-human' or deviant (neither
are true).
Five years ago, having married and fathered our first child, I moved into a terraced house. The neighbours were a friendly couple aged around 60. I
quickly met their son, who lived with them on and off. It was the same guy who I'd seen in the hostels all those years previously. He remembered
me, and gradually he became friends with me and my wife. We'd invite him over for drinks and whatnot. Anyway - things quickly changed. He started
to seem edgy, paranoid and lacking in motivation. He began to discuss his contact with a senior policeman who had been a freemason, who had een a
friend but was now making cryptic threats against him. He explained how people were gang stalking him and accusing him of crimes he didn't commit.
One thing he kept coming back to was a strange tale (now I see it was intended to convey a message to me). He related that he was homeless, and had
committed a crime relating to a stereo. He said that he hadn't intended to hurt anyone, but that now he was trying to be honest about it, people
were persecuting him. The way he kept repeating it, though I tried to reassure him and pass it off as insignificant (which it would have been if it
were a literal tale) made me suspect there was more to it than met the eye.
He became more and more withdrawn, paranoid, unable to socialise, the target of aggression whenever he did go out etc etc. He ended up staying at a
church community to try and get some relief from the targeting.
Only in these past few months did I start to have flashbacks to the actual event - and thus realised what he might have been trying to convey to me
with the odd tale. I now firmly believe that he was manipulated/ paid to put me under hypnosis - and now, because he was trying to make amends with
me, he was being persecuted by the people who had set it up. Gradually (over the last year) we have lost contact with him - now living as a recluse,
he refuses to even allow his parents to enter the small flat he occupies. He has been ruined by the targeting.
As I thought more about these issues, flashbacks to that hypnosis experience began. At first they seemed like dreams, but gradually one experience
from it has come into sharp focus:
The key element is this - I was lying sideways on a couch in his room - in front of my face was a TV screen, or book - some sort of display, with
pictures of odd-looking people (homeless, schizophrenic, paranoid types) taken covertly by observers with long lens cameras. The accompanying
narrative was spoken (possibly by the stereo recording) - 'Over 300 people in the UK are continually watched by the government, for displaying weird
behaviour'
Memory Shock; I think you'll agree that I may need to undergo regression hypnosis with a trustworthy practitioner in order to recover the full
experience. It underlines for me the genuine nature of my experiences in general - the old adage 'you're not paranoid if they really are watching
you!'
To further display that this is ongoing (for 15 years or more now): The other night I was putting our car into the garage. I was listening to a
track on the stereo, the lyrics describe an end to suffering and a hope for the future. As soon as I switched it off, someone walked past my fence,
mimicking the tune I was listening to, singing "Your life will never get any better".
That very night I had been researching gang stalking and TI's (Targeted individuals) online. I have always suspected that I was victim of something
like this, and now it seems they're not too bothered about me knowing it clearly...
Noah.