"If you can keep your head when all about you,
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you."
MICROCHIP MAKES VOICES HEARD
"Being a minority, even a minority of one,
did not make you mad."
To Orwell Today,
re: HUMANS SCANNED LIKE GROCERIES
I have been a guinea pig for these microchip experiments for the last seven years. From what I have been told, I am the only person left who has not committed suicide or been committed to a mental hospital. I am still suffering.
I can be seen on a webpage by anyone privy to it and with a microphone and headset, people can talk to me as voices in my head. The people who have been abusing this power have almost exclusively been meth addicts that never sleep and never stop talking. They are very sick people. I don't know if it will ever end but I refuse to give up.
Please help me warn everyone about the capabilities of these chips, for I cannot in good conscience remain silent just for fear of being called "crazy". As a result of this chip, I was led to believe that I was mentally ill and was further experimented on with medications pushed by the damn pharmaceutical companies that I could not afford and never helped me for six years. I am no longer taking them because of the potentially dangerous side effects. I am very angry with what our government is doing to us. We must warn everyone before it is too late!
Thank you for your time,
When you say "the people who have been abusing this power have almost exclusively been meth addicts" did you really mean to say that the victims of the people who are abusing this power are meth addicts?
I assume you meant that meth addicts were the victims of the abusers, not the people doing the abusing.
All the best,
Dear Orwell Today,
Well, the victims were supposedly from all walks of life, but the presence of more dopamine or norepinephrine in the brain appears to make the intensity of the chips' effects grow stronger, such as the "auditory hallucinations" and physical pain are magnified, so essentially any stimulant like meth, diet pills, or antidepressants like wellbutrin really increase the suffering of the individual. Also, the people who do the torturing are meth addicts, some of whom I have known personally, so they are being used to prey upon each other. In my opinion, I believe that this helps the government carry out its experiment with little to no effort on their part, all the while observing the effects these stimulants have on people. They can hear my every thought.
Hello again Deborah,
Thank you for explaining how the micro-chip causes voices to be heard inside a person's head, ie "by people who are privy to a webpage" speaking through a microphone to the chip's speakers. So the chip is like a tiny little computer, it seems.
You have exposed, through telling your story, how the government pushes drugs - both street and pharmaceutical - to victimize people and make them more vulnerable to future victimization through chip implantation, for example. It's a diabolical, vicious circle.
Your story reminds me of one of my favourite poems which is "If" by Rudyard Kipling. I love the part where he says:
"If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
...Then yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!"
I also love how in "1984" Orwell explains that "being a minority, even a minority of one, does not make you mad". Here it is in greater context, as found in theme 28.Reality Control:
"And yet he was right. They were wrong and he was right.
At one time it had been a sign of madness
to believe that the earth goes round the sun.
Being a minority, even a minority of one,
did not make you mad.
There was truth and there was untruth,
and if you clung to the truth
even against the whole world,
you were not mad."
You're a bit of "a minority of one" the way you've managed to come through all this and still "keep your head when all about you". But you're not "a minority of one" in being a victim of micro-chipping because every day there are stories in the news - and in the movies - about governments doing it to their citizens. It used to be the stuff of science fiction and nightmare, not an occurrence in real life.
All the best,
PS - Another inspirational poem is ONLY A PERSON WHO RISKS IS FREE. I found it in a book entitled "Addiction by Prescription" which is by a woman who was victimized by the pharmaceutical industry and wrote to expose it.
Dear Orwell Today,
Thank you so much for printing my e-mail and for your kind words of encouragement. I love your website! The last time I read 1984 was 23 years ago, when I was in the seventh grade (and almost about 1984, to think of it). The government here in America and almost everywhere else is beginning to look more and more like it.
Please continue with educating the public. I would not use a computer for years because of what happened to me (I was also raped when the chip was implanted). I thought the internet and computers in general were evil, but now I am learning so much about what is going on in the world on the net and now I am trying to use it, by contacting websites that might listen to me, to try to right the wrong.
Yes, the internet is a two-edged sword, but in good hands it is a powerful weapon against evil. And as the poem says, risks must be taken because:
The greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The people who risk nothing, do nothing,
have nothing, are nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they cannot learn, feel, change,
grow, love, live.
Chained by their attitudes they are slaves;
they have forfeited their freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.
Thank you for your contribution to "seeing a wrong and trying to right it".
All the best,
DRUG WAR & PEACE and UNBRAVE NEW WORLD
5.Pyramidal New World Order and 28.Reality Control and 3.Surveillance and 20.Thought Police & Snitches
~ an independent researcher monitoring local, national and international events ~
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