Forced Suicide: The Perfect Murder

FORCED SUICIDE: THE PERFECT MURDER: We now live in a so-called democratic society where sadists are using electronic weapons to beam their voices into the heads of other people. Dare to forget all that mental illness bollocks and get with the program: This is the year 2015: The technology exists. Now, let’s say you pissed someone off, for whatever reason, and they have the wealth and the contacts to obtain one of these devices. Their agenda is to deliver unrelenting berating phrases (really try to imagine this) around the clock, psychologically tailored to mentally rape you, destroying your own internal dialogue and mutilating you emotionally for weeks and months at a time, repeatedly, hundreds of thousands of times over. The fact is, words can hurt. When a sadistic individual is bombarding you with hateful abuse that nobody else can hear, from inside your head, then...well, I suspect you can imagine. Your prolonged pain and suffering is their amusement. They will settle for incarceration short-term, but suicide is their ultimate prize. And the voices are just the tip of the iceberg. There’s this thing called organized stalking, see, where coordinated groups of people in the community harass you 24/7 as well. And when you’ve had enough, and you off yourself just to escape the torture, then guess who’s held accountable? That’s right, no one. What crime are you talking about? There’s not a shred of evidence. Mind-controlling electronic weapons are so secret, so unheard of by the general public (only the victims are coming forward about this silent holocaust), that they are not even covered by any law. The perpetrators are slow-killing innocent victims with impunity. And what’s worse, you might not have a clue if you are targeted or not for decades. Check out those suicide rates. High, aren’t they? Wonder why.

Nature of Voices

BY MIKE H. 52, Bi-Polar. I’ve had people say to me that I just imagine I hear them. At that, I hastily halt the conversation because there’s no winning them around. I’m batshit crazy to them and nothing will convince them otherwise. What’s more, I haven’t a single scrap of evidence to prove them wrong, because the very nature of hearing voices is that nobody else can hear them, not even if they put some recording equipment right up close against your skull. What’s more, the voices aren’t limited to intercranial proximity anyway. They can come from the corner of the room, or across the park, or from the next aisle in the supermarket. Basically, they can come from any-fu*king-where. They don’t have to be voices, either. They can be any sound. But for simplicity’s sake, we’ll stick to voices. I don’t know what the lowest hearing range for humans is, but a lot of the voices operate around this scale. It’s so imperceptible sometimes that you question both the accuracy and the sanity of your own hearing, only to conclude that you wouldn’t be questioning yourself if no auditory event had occurred; something put that questioning there. The voices are more like thoughts in the lower end of the range; they are so low they virtually don’t exist as a sound. They are like blank insertions into your train of thought, stopping your own thinking in its tracks with the quietest of whispers you can imagine. It’s like AIR. It’s like word-shaped AIR. It’s like having a face of air follow you around, a mask made of wind behind your head. Sometimes you know you heard something because your eyes moved with it. When your eyes move with the sound, you can be sure it wasn’t your imagination. I find it hard to understand how one’s imagination can produce auditory hallucinations. I’ve never imagined any such thing. Because it has all...Actually...Happened. Then you have the loud voices, which startle you, so loud you can hear them in a room full of cheering people. Or the ones that sound like they are falling, or coming from a long way off. They can imitate any known person. They are relentless. They nag and bother and rile and hector, twenny-four-seven, all around the clock, both keeping me awake and waking me up. I believe they are some kind of morbid population control, driving us to take our lives. There is nothing good about them in any way, shape or form, not my negative ones anyway. Some people do report positive voices, but mine are satanic. They’ve said things I wouldn’t dare repeat here. One thing is for sure, I am a lot more sympathetic to whackjobs these days. Most people just haven’t any idea what is going on. We are talking about neuro-weapons here, I suppose, one of the best kept secrets in the world.