1994, when I was finishing my college degree in English in Iowa City, I rented a small house for my twins and me, and we had one tv the size of a computer screen, one VCR and one phone, but since I also danced, I had huge speakers in my basement; basically, primitive living. I knew very little about high tech equipment, computers or government conspiracy; not a big John Grisham fan, I prefer classic Russian literature.

 

I called into a nationally syndicated radio program to request a song to dance to in my basement and I had a brief conversation with the DJ who was on air, telling him that I was dancing. I requested a Janet Jackson song. Two weeks later a young man cut in front of me as I was walking on campus and he was wearing a T-shirt with a huge picture of Janet Jackson on it, and he was smiling. He was not alone. I smiled, but quickly walked away. (God, why did I walk away?) He must have used caller ID because this young man had been following me to get into my path, and he started stalking me from that day on, then street theater with car loads of young men with Texas plates. I had thoughts of meeting him and possibly breaking into the radio industry.

 

I started noticing static on my phone and also street lights going off when I got near my house. Then it became apparent that the radio and television media could see me; they would laugh on air when I went to the bathroom, ask me if I was feeling it when I was stretching, say things like, "Do something with that hair!" "I love you" all being said on air to me. One DJ called me Coco. The television media would raise their eyebrows and act as if they've just seen a ghost when I was watching them. To this day, every time I call into a radio station, the phone line is never busy. I was constantly bugging them for information and to help me, and once I refused to leave their place of work and the general manager said he would have me arrested, so I left. They would say, "We don't know anything about it." But one DJ told me, "You're not the only one."

 

I sent letters to the corporate offices of the radio stations, and also to the FCC. No response. I went to the library one hour at a time for years researching what it could be. The other DJ's were getting angry and sick of it, and they dropped several clues; one of them was the song "Satellite" by Dave Matthews. When I typed in satellite as a search it led me to the site "satellite surveillance and human experimentation". The library closed in on me, "What?" is all I could say. I couldn't believe that this guy was reading my mind, watching my dreams and possibly everyone else who is live and on air; that it might not be just one guy, but it might be the spy agencies and people in power. It was a pretty cruel education and I went through months if not years of anguish over it.

 

I took a job at a newspaper, stupid as I was, and these people walked circles around me talking under their breath, pulled my supervisor aside, right in front of me and talked to him about me. One woman's screen saver said, "Smile, you're on candid camera." They stared at me, shook their heads at me, but did not rally behind me. I quit this job. My emotions started riding high, uncontrollable fits of anger and rage in the morning while waking up in bed, uncontrollable talking out loud to myself, forced speech. I spent a week in a psychiatric ward, started seeing a psychiatrist and he put me on Risperdal, the miracle drug, it completely stopped the rage and talking to myself. It must be noted that I noticed a change immediately after taking this medication and the doctor said it would take some time to see the effects, so it is possible that the stimulus directed at that part of my brain was stopped as well. I am still taking this medication.

 

In January 2004 I decided to start fighting hard with emails to representatives and letters and I stayed home from work on Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday, caucus night in Iowa. I emailed an editor of an online educational site, and he responded back with one question: "Are you experiencing electronic torture?" I asked myself, "What is he talking about?" And within one hour the attacks started, the electromagnetic weapons. As I was at my computer (many of my emails didn't go through I suspect) it felt like I was fighting through an energy field completely covering my senses, my consciousness, inflating my head, extreme pain. I thought they were trying to kill me. That night, as I got into bed, my son had fallen asleep in my bed and I got in and I was hit with something that was quick (5 second) jolt that started me peeing and defecating my pants and turning green. I hit the floor and begged for my life. I was not given a jolt like this again.

 

I was tortured for two weeks at home, in the car, at work, with high heat to the head, extreme pain, static on everything I would touch, and also sexual attacks (forced orgasms), sometimes torture and sexual attacks at the same time. Some days it was ear ringing, white noise, vibrations through my legs, always with the cutting through my head. I had red blotches on my face that I showed to my local police. I started to be harassed with actual voices. Once when I was led on sexually, the voice screamed in my left ear, "Kill yourself, you fucking whore!" Another voice in my right ear said, "No, don't listen." There was a tug of war happening inside my head. (Later I would find out that this second voice is most likely an alter or fragmented personality of my own that has come out during extreme trauma, a voice that helped me cope with all the pain) The application of the voices is through synthetic telepathy and the harassment was mainly about death and to keep me in fear: "Do you want to die?" "Do you want to join your grandpa?" "We can do whatever we want." "Are you going to cry?" They stopped physically torturing me one night and interrogated me about terrorist attacks, prophesy and whether I should die a martyr's death. Again, I begged for my life.

 

There was also automatic programming. Whenever I said or did anything that I thought would bring negative repercussions or more torture, I heard, "I'm going to kill you." So that, when I sensed fear, I was fed this message, it was connected to my own thought or feeling. Whenever I looked at my friend LeRoy, I heard, "Fucking nigger." Whenever I looked at my son, I heard, "Fucking retard." I started to suspect that my eyes were a camera, that they were seeing what I was seeing. This guy actually talked inside my mind, we had conversation, I begged him to stop torturing me, and he stopped so we could talk. He said he was never leaving it. All of this lasted two weeks, then it went into subtle things. Such as when I feel good about myself, I would think I love you. When I'm eating, You're a pig. When I think of running, Do it. When I think of killing myself, Do it. These are not voices, they are automatic thoughts.

 

The year progressed without much abuse except extremely bad headaches, not torture. Then in December, the weapons starting hitting me again. I couldn't believe it, it was like a bad dream coming true again: blurred consciousness, pain through my head that was inflating for 10 to 15 seconds at a time, and then fighting through the energy field again. Extreme irritation, high build up of nausea (most likely this was infrasound, a non-lethal weapon) also bad heart pains. He talked to me again, responding to certain things that I was doing. I did a painting while I was being tortured, the fires of hell, and he said, "Its better than I could do." The second round was not as involved as the first. Again, it lasted two weeks. So, Jan. and Dec. of 2004 when I was tortured. It should be noted that the voices stopped when the weapons stopped. I do not hear voices any longer, they were done to me in intervals or episodes of abuse.

 

I bought a jammer, an EMF detector and started taking certain vitamins to restore the cells in my body. It has helped. This year I have been getting the smells. I get smells of feces and body odor, very strong sometimes for hours on end, mainly when I get out of the shower and when I am eating. When I cup my hands in front of my nose it is even more strong, so I suspect a nasal implant. However, I also smell it on my skin and clothes, so it could be a microwave beam.

 

I suspect others in my town are watching me, including the local police and neighboring police stations. Once when I said out loud in my house that the chief of police is a half assed man, he called me within one minute and told me flat out that there is nothing he can do. I also suspect my brother Justin to be a victim because he too gets the one ring phone calls like I do. My daughter has red spots under her eyes and she also has unexplained pitted edema. All of us have thin hair. I get a static shock on my fingertips anytime I touch metal, during summer and winter.

 

In conclusion, I just want to add that I am a single parent of twins: my son has Down syndrome and my daughter has cystic fibrosis, and this harassment started for me when they were 2 years old, and it is my best estimate that they are not victims of this crime, but they have felt the physical effects indirectly. I work as a Direct Care Manager assisting disabled adults with living skills.

 

Sheri Grutz

DeWitt, Iowa

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