You’ve heard of “gang stalking” and “targeted persons.” Haven’t you. All well denied and explained away, I know.

Those for whom these are their games (for fun and for profit.) They are street level thought controls. All of these conspiracy cultures which spring up? Yes, I know 4chan, Reddit and their like have their own role, yet there is a ghost in the machine designing and encouraging these behaviors. The ultimate conspiracy (and conspiracy factory) of our time is that we are not alone in our own minds and thought control is an empire of games against us.

Sure there are piles and piles and piles of men, and they have encrypted text apps and their own special interests; additionally there is an occult power that is godlike in the minds of men. Many men (and women and kids obviously) come to mistake these intrusions as acts of divine will, or aliens (lizardmen?), or even the devil. Maybe Jesus? What won’t a middle American not do on behalf of the Jesus who speaks to them as a voice in their head?

Those of “Power” can speak in the minds of others. More than speak. Those of elite skill, or networked throngs of hundreds or thousands (or hundreds of thousands) have mastered the mind beyond laypersons comprhendability. Alas, they are not omnipotent or omnipresent, though for your intents and purposes they may appear to be. Their weakness are as incomprehensible to you.

What can I say to impress you?

Manipulate memories? For sure. That’s an easy one. Not only is every memory lost in the mind available in psycho-emotional detail to those of related skill, the holographic nature of the mind is such that working the mind with spinning thoughts (spinning spinning spinning thoughts) the strongest memories will be those gone over. The memory of some won’t work that way (high disposition against false memories) others can learn deeper sensitivity for which cluster of introspection generated which memory tangent, and even how it was manipulated. With ten years of unfucking the mind maybe. Some can create a knot of sorts which cuts off regions of memory and experience from access (yet still there!) you just can’t seem to … remember… or even bring it up.

It took me four years of intense abuse by none other than the most supreme network masters, before I could reliably and faithfully discern my own thoughts from those of my antagonists (and it was a hard four years.) I was their toy. I challenged them with an impressive world knowledge and experience. I know, what book can’t they just read through another’s mind? Or which of the many thousands can’t just share their understanding? Apparently they don’t all get along and they are constantly infighting. Apparently their skill and dispositions are widely divergent. Getting around, making noises, and knowing what the actual fuck is going on are not consistent skills.

My stubborn will however did prevail, and what would be a curse to anyone else was life guidance for me. They promised to haunt me to my destruction. To suicide me or rape or murder or just a sad life and a bad accident. To build me up, to break me down, to train all their future generations in destroying me. They claimed they would do it to make me sad, they would do it to make me angry. They would do it to make me realize there is nothing I can do about it.

What is “it” exactly?

A full revelation that your forum would tolerate. Let us say barely nothing happens to me. Behaviorally (and physically in younger years) I am a brute. The worst things happen to others around me, or who have been kind to me. When you see someone mentally unravel and fall to destitution apparently from with in, their minds and emotions are often being hobbled. When they complain that others are messing with them, in ways that cannot be real, they just might be right. An entire subculture exists simply to make some people’s lives worse than death. You might praise this if it were an act of vengeful justice, yet it is the immoral and unscrupulous who have all the advantages. Or the indomitable resolute.

Now is the plug for sex violence, extortion, and dead people. Hopefully broadly and socially abstract enough to not illicit a content ban (dead, flagged, or white-holed.)

Apparently I’m too clever and well liked for meaningful direct consequences, so I figure why not an exposition.

And counter-culturally I’m an elite nerd, so here we are sharing.