suss website

[operator kos]

Note that I have recorded shows where I noticed personalized messages, and compared my copies to the copies available on Hulu, and found the copies differed in exactly the places where I noticed those messages. And pray tell, what is someone supposed to do when they gather that kind of evidence?

If you have such evidence, it would be in your best interest to post it online as quickly as possible. Many of us here would be quite interested to see it as well.

[Simulist]

If such evidence really exists, then I'd also like to see it.

[Project Willow]

suss website

Yep.

Alright. Fuck. I'm pissed.

It made me an unhappy elf as well.

reading comprehension, and expertise on Rigorous Intuition

Using broadly general terms such as mind control technology, psychological operations, psychological torture protocols without defining them certainly renders comprehension difficult if not impossible. The contradicting material posted the web site doesn't help either.

Jeremy bought the domain and is free to do as he will with it. He's also doing much better than Chris Carter in that he's here actively answering for his actions and explaining his motivations. Also, I don't believe that How The eHerd Would React is a useful metric for evaluating anything...most especially our activism.

It appears to be intended as activism, but his approach in its current form will cause damage to certain percentage of MC survivors. It will function as a stopper in their TBMC bottle, describing absolutely curable effects as externally sourced, and therefore mostly unavoidable. It's highly destructive and so in my opinion, not only irresponsible but in direct opposition to his stated intentions. I doubt he'd heard any of the detail about overlapping symptoms or the other points he deliberately avoided responding to.

A task for another day... taking his symptom hypothesis tables and adding in both a standard medical and a TBMC column as possible causes. Then at least that information would exist somewhere online for those who search thoroughly enough.

[tron]

this guys defense reeks of .gov http://areyoutargeted.com/survival/institutional-traps/



i smel rats

[82_28]

Alright. Fuck. I'm pissed. I spent a half an hour writing something up and I lost it because I had apparently logged out in another tab.

And another thing. That little line right there would flip somebody out given the subject material contained in this thread if they didn't have a prosaic understanding of having probably logged out in another tab! My mom asks me questions like "ok, so now how do I get back to my google?" Or, "what is the difference between gmail and email? I already have email." Me, having an understanding of the likely explanations for shit am able to say "fuck! I can't believe I just did that!"

Somebody without that "technical experience" but still is curious about this subject material and again, predisposed to paranoia, would think after reading what you espouse and having lost what they just wrote, that there is "somebody controlling my computer" and this would spin and spin around in their minds.

Rule of thumb:

Yes, you are targeted

No, don't worry about it

Why, because you aren't likely to be targeted at all. I mean really, if we are getting hit with mind beams we cannot see, then isn't it pretty much game over? If it's gotten to that point in one's life that it is happening, you're already fucked. Head 'em off at the pass and say, alright, I get it, I'm being stalked and targeted, what now?

Have you ever had a cell tower get installed in a building you either live in or work or frequent? The amount of "low level" energy required for these things is not something you would just be able to hide in a quiet neighborhood all the while targeting just one dude in some apartment with your equipment. Just a "simple" cell tower requires so much more energy than the actual building you live in sometimes (depending on size of building). I mean, to overtake the genuine broadcast stream and then tailor that to one paranoid guy's TV watching habits or follow him around listening to the Billy Joel hour on the hits of the 70's, 80's and 90's station? Seriously? C'mon.

There's a lot of motherfucking sinister ass shit out there and a lot of awesome conspiracy angles to always have fun with, but all in all, most peeps are good and there is no reason to ever doubt this fucked up reality we each inhabit and share with one another. areyoubeingtargeted is just a part of that same milieu. Whether whoever it is you are, Jeremy, is who you say it is or whether it is something more nefarious and psy-opped out, end of the day you're still a person mang (Or groups of persons). We ain't fools. You're either being played for one or you receive gratification in knowing you are doing it to others. The site is kind of like some kind of a purgatory between chemtrailcentral and snopes. Equally kooky for those who don't give the topics any kind of a serious glance, but just scientific enough to pass the snopes test. One would think, perfectly tailored for the likes of RI.

So, calling AYBT out as some kind of a psyop, does that make for a greater or lesser crime in order to be "targeted"? To not believe that there is widespread use of the methods outlined on the site -- does this become a greater offense than saying OMG! Check this site out, we're totally being mind controlled!!!???!!!

[Laodicean]

Suss

[Simulist]

[Hugh Manatee Wins]

Sorry, norton ash. Not you.
I was following up on my verdict of disinfo sewage with a reference to "Norton," the sewer worker on the 1950s sitcom called 'The Honeymooners'-



http://areyoutargeted.com/orientation/t ... es/psywar/

At later stages, the target will learn that his thoughts are being read...

The mindbenders behind 'jeremypsyops' are conditioning y'all to disbelieve some real infowar tactics by deliberately alienating the online readership with multiple turds-in-the-punch-bowl such as the above quote.

If you actually take the time to read the website, you'll find it loaded with illogical landmines meant to boobytrap anyone who exposes [military] psyops.

Gosh, why would they target this board??

[82_28]

I wish my thoughts would start getting read, it would make my life a hell of a lot easier. Nobody ever knows what I'm talking about.

[82_28]

Gosh, why would they target this board??

Well, tron did draw him (them) here. I think he's made of wood.

[82_28]

Compare/contrast with this brief write up about PKD's last years (for those who don't know):

But in an instance that could have come from his own fiction – and indeed, would eventually dominate it – a very strange series of events would soon immeasurably reshape his life, becoming the idée fixe of his last decade and giving birth to his best and most mature work.
In the early months of 1974 Dick experienced hallucinations, dreams, synchronicities and Gnostic visions that he collectively referred to as “2-3-74,” shorthand for “February/March 1974.” Dick would spend the rest of his life attempting to unravel the meaning of these events in a thousand-page handwritten manuscript he came to call the Exegesis. Even when his fictional output slowed, he continued to work on the Exegesis every night, analyzing, interpreting and sorting through 2-3-74 as well as his published novels and short stories. Besides its function as mystical exegesis, it also served as a daily diary, a prolonged self-analysis, and a dream journal. Very rarely in the history of literature do we have such an open window into the mind of a writer, penetrating his deepest spiritual and psychological space.
Dick came to believe that an alien intelligence/technology (that could quite possibly also be God) was communicating to him through an interface he called the Vast Active Living Intelligence System, or VALIS. This system took the form of a ship in outer space, delivering highly concentrated doses of information to him through beams of pink light. Dick himself described it as an “invasion” of his consciousness “by a transcendentally rational mind.” He also came to believe that coexisting within himself was a “plasmate.” Dick believed that his plasmate was an early Christian, who, though very much alive in the First Century, was simultaneously interpenetrated into Dick’s body and mind-space. Like many of the protagonists from his own novels, Dick believed in the possibility that he was hallucinating his current life, and was really living in another place and time, in this case the Roman Empire. (This is the origin of the haunted phrase frequently found in his later writing: “The Empire Never Ended.”) He also experienced a series of voices that fed him information, telling him things that he couldn’t possibly know otherwise, including a just-in-time medical diagnosis of his new-born son – whose life was saved by an emergency hernia operation.
Dick was well aware of how insane this all sounded, and he wrote endlessly in his Exegesis about different explanations, and why he finally came to believe in the veracity of his spiritual experiences. One “proof” of his sanity was his claim that crazy people don’t doubt their own sanity. Those who knew him at the time, living in Santa Ana in a modest apartment, considered him eccentric, disheveled, personally unhygienic, intense, gentle, arrogant, emotionally hair-triggered and religiously bizarre, but quite possibly the most brilliant person they knew, and certainly not a delusional schizophrenic. Despite his numerous psychological problems, his friends considered him to be quite “sane.”
Four astonishing novels came out of the whole experience. Radio Free Albemuth was his first attempt to grapple with VALIS through fiction. In the novel, Dick bestows his own 2-3-74 experience onto a Berkeley record store employee named Nicholas Brady. After being exposed to the pink beams of compressed information, Brady turns to his friend for advice and help, a science-fiction novelist named Philip K. Dick. Following clues passed to them by VALIS, the two begin to unravel a conspiracy hatched by a politician named Ferris Freemont, a thinly veiled Richard Nixon. In an attempt to oppose the police state Freemont wishes to impose upon the country, Brady and Dick encode secret messages into the lyrics of pop songs. The novel is colored by the manic and paranoid political atmosphere of California during the Nixon years, and in many ways serves as an elaborate counter-culture response to Watergate. Filled with mystical interpretations of rock music, schizophrenic delusions of alien technology, and biting political satire, Radio Free Albemuth is Dick’s most daring work, and one of his most autobiographical. However, when his publisher returned it with suggestions for a rewrite, Dick made the odd decision to scrap it completely and start over again.
VALIS (1980) was the result, a complete reworking of his 2-3-74 experience. The protagonist who now undergoes Gnostic illumination is Horselover Fat, a schizophrenic twin of sci-fi writer Philip K. Dick. (Philip being Greek for “Horselover;” and Dick being German for “fat,” or “thick.”) The basic themes of Albemuth are intact, but the mood is less playful, more solemnly immersed in Gnostic considerations and theological debate. Although less easily mapped onto his exact 2-3-74 experiences than Albemuth, VALIS is also sharply autobiographical, incorporating Dick’s experiences in mental clinics, his suicide attempts, and the most personal aspects of his spiritual life.
His fiction was drifting more into the labyrinth of Christian Gnosticism, and with The Divine Invasion (1981), he attempted to drive the ideas back into the sheath of science fiction, but with a more refined vision and literary mastery than ever before. In this book, God causes himself to be reborn into the womb of a female astronaut; but trying to smuggle her child back to a hostile earth, she is killed. Mentally damaged from the accident, the young boy has to struggle to remember that he is God, and has been exiled from earth for two thousand years. By befriending a little girl, he manages to restore the spiritual balance of the earth – the girl is non other than the Greek goddess Diana, and not surprisingly, his spiritual twin. Despite the presence of such divine principals, the protagonist of the book is really one Herb Archer, a comfortably Dickian character with passionate obsessions for Mahler and Finnegans Wake. His spiritual growth and reflections form the heart of the work, one of Dick’s most hopeful.
Dick’s final novel, The Transmigration of Timothy Archer (p. 1982), is a thinly veiled account of the last years of Episcopalian Bishop James Pike. A personal friend of Dick’s, Bishop Pike became briefly famous in the 60’s when he claimed to be in psychic contact with his dead son. On a personal voyage to the roots of his own changing faith, the Bishop perished during an ill-prepared hiking expedition in the deserts of the Dead Sea. The novel gave Dick the chance to reflect upon the pain, sadness and religious pleasure of death, perhaps as a form of therapy after a decade of watching several close friends die.
“I am terribly frightened of death,” he writes in this, his final book. “Death has destroyed me. It is not Sri Khrisna, destroyer of all people; it is death, destroyer of my friends. It singled them out and left everyone else undisturbed.”
Shortly after writing these lines, Philip K. Dick died of complications brought about by a series of strokes in 1982. He never lived to see the completion of Blade Runner, the first Hollywood movie based on one of his novels. The romantic legend attached to his death is that it was brought about as a logical ending to his spiritual quest, just as Jim Pike, his friend, died in the desert searching for the origins of Christianity. It is more likely that his death was the logical ending to his years of physical and emotional self-abuse.

http://www.themodernword.com/scriptorium/dick.html

[tron]

Gosh, why would they target this board??

Well, tron did draw him (them) here. I think he's made of wood.

woss made of wood mean?

[Simulist]

I wish my thoughts would start getting read, it would make my life a hell of a lot easier. Nobody ever knows what I'm talking about.

Well, I think I know what you're talking about — and it almost always makes perfect sense to me.

[82_28]

Gosh, why would they target this board??

Well, tron did draw him (them) here. I think he's made of wood.

woss made of wood mean?

Just a joke, homie.

[82_28]

This just came up on Pandora while I was BBQing. There's probably a reason for it. I didn't ask for no Hall and Oates.



Actually, I did. I love me them 80s jams.