I have written Poetry about my Targeted Individual experiences. It helps me to get through it.
A concerning type of science is rapidly developing that has serious capabilities of victimizing innocent citizens– resulting in serious health risks, privacy violations, freedoms being lost, information/identity theft, and in some cases death – as well as many unethical practices being applied. This science involves the use of involuntary implantation of microchips into humans and can and has been known, to have been done without knowledge or consent of the individual! Medical professionals often miss diagnose victims as delusional.
I want to start out by saying that in my situation what I believe is a real case of being stalked by a condemnation website. A situation I ended up in back in 2002 while chatting with strangers on the internet. To me it really happened and when I try to explain the incident to people by writing and documenting incidents that I perceive as being reality. Most of the people I tell my story to will respond by saying that it doesn’t sound like a reality.
In the world of advanced technology and computer science there is a thing called V2K (Voice to Skull) I believe that I have fallen victim to this kind of harassment. I began hearing the voices a little back in 2005 and in 2015 I began hearing the voices more frequently. When I try to explain to people that somebody broke into my home one night while I slept and put a microchip in my back where I wouldn’t notice it at the time, connected it to their computer and use V2K on their website where I can hear their voices and they can hear my voice and my thoughts. The story sounds ridiculous so I am told that V2K isn’t really going on and that I’m schizophrenic. It’s hard for me to accept the diagnosis of schizophrenia because I really believe that the voices I hear are coming from real people who are stalking me from a website on the internet.
I have written the following poetry about my experiences of being stalked by a condemnation and “Put to Death” website
Once Upon a Microchip to Internal Website
When once upon a time
has become an unknown case,
Never a thought to understand
the predator that I face.
Without personal consent
when I eat or take a nap,
In secret my body scanned
for the makings of website and App.
The law would be broken
by those who prefer lies,
Not seen by the hidden
where there once were eyes.
The game they call conviction
will cause people to fall,
When their backs are turned
and the victim does not call.
Shy and oftentimes reserved,
A social disability impair,
Those who act get nothing
but a bribe, while I don’t care.
Mind control uses my voice
but it never comes from me,
Deceit is then made easy,
when truth is not there to see.
The games are an attempt
to cause people to kill,
The Perpetrator above the law
with investigator at their will.
The victim threatens often
using the mind darkness possess,
The witch in her own silence
can curse and sometimes bless.
The mentally confused, forgets
the day that came before,
For a minute there is kindness
then both sides fight to endure.
The normal would be broken
and want to quickly die,
But, an intellectual disability
does not understand, just why.
Was I suppose to freak out
and run screaming in the night?
Instead I only talk inside
while nobody is in sight.
There is unknown control
over the games they play,
A plan of accidental death
that the perpetrator get away.
As crazy as this may seem
the days turn into years,
There were changes going on
while in hiding, some in tears.
I do not see the faces
that go against my will,
Every attempt to be understood
is a prescription for a pill.
As a target I am the problem
with a lack of social skills,
The delusions of a psychotic mind
and the example it instills.
© Shelley W. Williams -2017
V2K Condemnation
A microchip it seems to be
not one but two and maybe three,
Words come through, my thoughts are heard
no privacy of my mind in word.
I️ do not fear the spread of cell,
a condemnation site to make life hell..
To torture me and put to death.
It aches my head, I️ hold my breath.
It follows me, won’t let me go
The people play, some do not know.
The process takes time to spread the earth
that it might kill my soul and worth.
Mind control takes over my voice,
Words come through “You have no choice!”
When it controls each burp and more,
my body used to make me sore.
I️ cannot run from cruel intent,
The people speak, I️ feel resent.
An uprising of violent thought ,
They can’t break my heart, when blame is naught
The perps find reason, “Call it news.”
to exploit and then abuse.
“In retaliation!” Becomes a game
They plan to kill, place me with blame.
The bigger threat is not my own
May the truth be ever known.
© Shelley W. Williams -2017
Cyber Assault
Alone in my silence
the dark shadow screams,
It comes in the night,
the destroyer of dreams.
The shadow stands specter
at the foot of my bed,
It puts me in a trance
and fills me with dread.
My mind in the fight,
the struggle inside,
The dreams and the terror
and nowhere to hide.
The threats neural within
seek accidental death,
A cyber attack haunts,
with pain in each breath.
Microchip implants
mind control takes my voice
Hidden from sight,
an App rids me of choice.
Pleasure in deception
where an act is a lie,
A cry In the darkness
that the laws will not die.
Greater the tyrant
points as if to blame,
Lives above the law
to torment and defame.
The plan to discourage
and harm without care,
The rise up of destruction
poison fills the air.
An advance in technology,
conviction to condemn,
Cyber assault an eclipse,
an intrusion of phlegm.
The body awakens
to the devil that creep,
Screams become silent
and the crevices steep.
In the master computer
the message system they use
The advanced technology
that is made to abuse.
The Age of Spy Game
The Perpetrators hide from view
and have not paid for what they do.
In the ways of Islam, Sharia law,
It was not of me and what I saw.
In The church I remain free
While other People hassle me.
Destroying property left and right,
Their accusations, I must fight.
I do not know who, where or why?
to report the intrusion of this spy
This stalker is secure in place
and haunts me from cyberspace.
Proof is hard when they are wise,
they live on tales and spoken lies.
Permission is a forgery,
no document was signed by me.
Inside I hide where I can weep,
some will lie to take and keep.
A stolen identity, times now past,
nobody came to me and asked.
Naps in the daytime, asleep in the night
Scanned to connect to App and website
I have no knowledge of their game
or of the stories that they claim.
I do not know what I did wrong
to make these people tag along.
I was never there with willing hand
nor did I smile from where I stand.
They choose to say how it will be
in the United States Where I am free.
I ignore the words inside my head
and every excuse that may be said.
I have been victim to their lies
A target of humor for computer spies.
I am not smart enough to care
or understand the world out there.
What is real and what is not?
The stalker tries, to not be caught.
No matter what I do and say
the perpetrator has his way.
© Shelley W. Williams -2017
The Community Stalker
I have had mental debates
with the hijacker of my mind.
Their words are not innocent
and these people are unkind.
It is the work of a hidden evil
that haunts the world today.
A hunger to control a life
and stalk their chosen prey.
They use accusations, rumors,
bogus investigations and lies,
Setups, intimidation and threats
and continue as hidden spies.
It’s called community stalking
and as terrorism it will spread.
The victim faces years of pain
and mental anguish in the head.
There are constant emotions
and the victim appears broken.
Unless there is a way to avoid
the people and words spoken.
The stalker may stay hidden
but his intelligence is great.
They try to destroy a human life
through people and their hate.
The victim would breakdown
and be psychologically unwell.
As a result of the humiliation
and the rumors that they tell.
The emotional terror and torture
makes the victim feel alone.
The community surrounds them
with threats of the unknown.
This form of gang stalking
may not be easy to understand.
They monitor to gain control
and will have the upper hand.
They make themselves appear
as if they are not to blame.
An intrusive way of stalking
to bring one down in shame.
They break into an innocent life
and breathe mental assault.
How can you catch a stalker
who says it’s the victim’s fault?
May there be future justice
that the stalker has no say.
There has to be a way to stop
those who manipulate modern day.
I have learned about and experienced this form of stalking. You have to be strong to endure it. I’m thankful I’m still alive today after what I have endured. I hope nobody else ever goes through it.
© Shelley W. Williams -2014
The Community Stalker (Version Two)
Remote neural monitoring,
the test of the new age,
the targeted individual,
a victim when hearsay enrage.
Hate can spread quickly
and words circulate the air,
the gossip chain erupts
and causes some to glare.
The community involved
may not have a clue,
but, they are the actions
of the stalker’s say and do.
The target walks a path,
doors slam as they go by,
blinds will open or close,
watched by a hidden eye.
Hold back a response
if the target tries to talk,
excuse to follow example
tells the community to mock.
Pictures taken in silence
and the rise up of rude word,
It is an organized stalking
when car horns are heard.
Noises thrown at a target
in a recruited community,
made to feel all alone
even among ones family.
Made fun of by people,
all the laughter and the jokin’
rude comments shouted
that the victims heart be broken.
Beware the hidden stranger,
and the community that stalk,
A “muse”d by the uprising
in avoidance that I talk.
© Shelley W. Williams
Stalked In The Modern World
In the world of Psychotronic science
there is an illegal, secret side.
The ability to get into the mind
where there is no run and hide.
Remote Neural monitoring,
attacks the privacy of the mind.
Your thoughts can be heard
and unknowingly redefined.
Privacy has been destroyed
and the moment may be strange.
The implant that takes over
puts you through a change.
Your rights have disappeared
and mentally you fall apart.
The proof is well hidden
within the depths of your heart.
This Psychological warfare
is a highly advanced attack.
Your mind doesn’t know the party
that goes on behind your back.
Voice to skull transmissions
make you appear mentally ill.
A Schizophrenia diagnosis
when you don’t really need a pill.
It can become torture
and bring about a shock.
The fear will eat you up inside
and the public will gang stalk.
The holographic projections
and the survival of mind game.
Fear runs through your body
when the predator takes aim.
The spy that creates delusion
hides themselves out of the way.
Distance is the enemy
and manipulation is modern day.
They recruit the community
and the truth is never known.
Actions that seek results
and make the target feel alone.
The authority figure speaks
and your neighbor will comply.
Nobody understands the truth
of the eavesdropping, hidden eye.
© Shelley W. Williams -2014
Cyber Assault
Alone in my silence
the dark shadow screams,
It comes in the night,
the destroyer of dreams.
The shadow stands specter
at the foot of my bed,
It puts me in a trance
and fills me with dread.
My mind in the fight,
the struggle inside,
The dreams and the terror
and nowhere to hide.
The threats neural within
seek accidental death,
A cyberattack haunts,
with pain in each breath.
Microchip implants
mind control takes my voice
Hidden from sight,
an app rids me of choice.
Pleasure in deception
where an act is a lie,
A cry In the darkness
that the laws will not die.
Greater is the talker
who points as if to blame,
Lives above the law
to torment and defame.
The plan to discourage
and harm without care,
The rise up of destruction
as much as VR can impair.
An advance in technology,
conviction to condemn,
Cyber assault an eclipse,
an intrusion of phlegm.
The body awakens
to the devil that creep,
Screams become silent
and the crevices steep.
In the master computer
a perp set to stalk,
The lies and the threats
that nobody will talk.
Cyber Science
A microchip inserted
underneath the skin,
While asleep on the couch
an intruder came in.
To cause to destroy
with its demeaning game,
The excuse and the lies
to place me with blame.
A fluid cause of congestion,
each ping hurts my head,
The days of torment
that fill me with dread.
When dizzy, light headed,
I am slow to speak,
The ache in my joints
makes me feel weak.
My stomach in knots
as if it were indigestion,
A burp and a swallow
But “How?” Is the question.
Cyber Science is stalking
to put me to death,
A time of survival,
with hope in each breath.
Cyber Stalker
What is this struggle
going on in my head?
A voice to my subconscious
that I forget what I said.
Pushed word and thought
to help me to know,
Little to no understanding
and the damage is slow.
I can hear people talking
and yet I don’t speak,
the daydreams in my head
and my inner thoughts leak.
A mental intruder to darken
to torture and abuse,
The virtual reality, translucent
the microchip that they use.
It takes a lot of thought
to blurt out a word,
The balance of indecency
when my mind is heard.
Schizophrenia is diagnosed
and nobody wants to hear,
The similar symptoms
cause unbelief of the fear.
Deep into an active mind
a science built up inside,
Acts of manipulation
is in secret applied.
What is known as logic
is lost to the modern day,
The reality of voice-to-skull
when some say “No way!”
But, if you can believe
in a cause with the effect,
The body scanned, the
computer, and how it connect.
Let this be a warning,
the App has ben set,
The website has been likened
and the threat as of yet.
The internet crawls in the use
of the hidden game play,
Science rattles the mind
and the terrorist hides away.
The Broken Hostage
Taken hostage by the eyes
that judge me with a glare.
The words of a stalker
to cause times of despair.
I suffer at their hands,
The sounds of recorded voice.
I never get to say my part
because they take my choice.
My mind forced in silence,
twisted of word use,
The enemy rise up at last
with a threat known as abuse.
What hides, makes it a game,
accusations at one end,
CyberScience as the weapon
not easy to comprehend.
A microchip effect the body
Scanned, to connect website and App,
Makes me sick in torment,
In a coma, I take a nap.
Word beaten, message sent,
Put in the public eye,
Telling people what to do
that my inner feelings die.
Haunted by the struggle,
wanting to be free,
Nothing to the moment
and it seems, it is just me.
© Shelley W. Williams – 2018
A Broken Promise
The words you often say
when you pick on me,
You try to hurt me, make me cry
and you make fun of me.
I have been judged daily,
Pointed at with blame,
You try to force your beliefs
with scorn, hate in your game.
My feelings are ignored,
Some just don’t understand,
Avoiding me completely
withdraw from me your hand.
I am your main complaint,
when you spread rude word,
Telling people all the worst
to say that’s what you heard.
You put me through torment
while on condition to care,
Always saying, “fat and ugly”
and “Nobody wants you there.”
In everything you choose to do,
and in the words you say,
My tears have now run dry
from the pain endured each day.
© Shelley W. Williams -2018
The Targeted Individual
Beware the human target
The victim with a gun,
To handle being tortured
is to fight with everyone.
The Cyberstalker whispers
Denies me every friend,
Takes time to destroy me,
to bring life to an end.
Beaten and demeaned
for another’s act of sin,
to pray hate upon me
and say I’m forbidden.
The image that’s created
when I think I’m out of sight,
It’s spoken out of context
But lies make it seem right.
The World has a view,
uncommon as before,
A computer is a tool
where a window is a door.
This Advanced Technology
to torment and abuse,
The website of tomorrow
that no human should use.
Intrudes a hidden stranger,
The warning to be strong,
Watched at every angle
always saying “You did wrong!”
Blame would often follow
and people would complain,
The type of advanced warfare
to punish me with pain.
Once my life was beautiful,
A time of feeling free,
Now my tears have dried
and nobody comes to me.
© Shelley W. Williams -2019
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