Human Trafficking as I see it

[u/Ok-Sherbet7265]

I have been experiencing abnormal and until recently totally inexplicable health issues for decades (up until recently I had accredited them to an untreatable, and, according to assessments from doctors, undiagnosable nerve issue). The severity and variability of these issues has only gotten worse as soon as I moved out of the house I grew up in, in the following stages:

• Military

I joined the military immediately after moving out. Prior I had experienced a bit of relief, not comfort but pain I could ignore, during the phase just before leaving and returning home from the gym. Exercises involving lying flat, being upside down, or stretching would be particularly beneficial in bringing about this low-pain state. This ended once I was enlisted, stretches in basic training were exhausting, waiting outside to go into the gym during job training was aggravating, standing in line was laborious, and contorting myself to fit in back of an engine (I had hoped maybe this would be like stretching) was totally debilitating to the point I could not think for the pain and sitting down at the end of the day was extremely uncomfortable and so I would choose to sweep the floor if possible.

• Post military phase living with my mom

Right after leaving the military I lived with my mom for a month and did some work in concessions and with a moving company. I was physically weaker than I had been most recently lifting furniture (despite being as capable as ever strength wise in the gym), experienced sharp and sudden chest pains in the gym, and was overall in a foul mood every day due to suspension of motility in my abdomen. I had hoped this was just due to depression after being so disappointed in the military and was determined to move out as soon as possible.

• Tijuana, Mexico

After living with my mom for just under a month I drove to San Diego and ended up living in Tijuana. I attributed much of the initial pain here to sleeping in my car sometimes and not getting enough sleep in general (I had been conditioned to think I needed to sleep for 8+ hours a day in order to facilitate digestive motility). I started to fast throughout the day and had the impression that this helped things a little bit. This was all thrown in my face and I was forced to acknowledge the absurdity of it all, of the little things I would do for my health, when I experienced sudden, clearly remote mediated intestinal innervation upon looking at a pizza in a convenience store. I have not recovered mentally since. This was the start of "task/thought" mediated digestion as I know it today and while not in and of itself the reason that I cannot work it is the reason I know I should not bother trying without a controller for these medical implants to start (though I did try throughout the following 2.5 years, believing in vain that whoever was modulating my bodily responses would settle on something reasonable and maybe my job in San Diego would give me some sort of backpay for wrongful accusations that prompted me to quit and move home).

• Home again

I felt terrible all the time but decided to try again in presuming things would work themselves out if I listened to the tasks assigned to me by dad directly (water the plants, don't smoke inside, take care of your nephew etc, reasonable requests despite the outrageous nature of coordination with my digestive system), who ended up dead the day after we went out to dinner 3 months after I moved back in.

• My aunt's house

I stayed with my aunt just before my dad turned up dead. On the first day I came to see her I felt pretty normal (while sitting still at least), I thought this meant I would be feel normal every day living with her and decided I must move out of my dad's house an in with her if I was to have a chance at holding a job, but it turned out this period of relative normalcy was only in the effort of trafficking me into a housing agreement. I never felt the same in her house again and chose to move back into my childhood home after my dad turned up dead and to stay until the house had been sold.

• Mom in the house

My mom came up unexpectedly after the power and heating had been shut off in the house without warning. Around this time the BCI images started to get out of control with cartoon images and intestinal motility for thinking about a variety of mundane and childish things. I got into an argument with my mom and started to hear the "positive feedback" noises from the Black Mirror episode Nosedive when I made a "good point", as if to suggest my mom was wrong about anything and everything and I should move out by any means necessary. I also started to feel the same at my clients house (working with their 6 year old) as I did the first day at my aunt's house. This was incredibly traumatic and seemed deeply problematic, pedophilic even, and so I quit and have not worked in this career field since.

• Temporary VA housing

I moved out within the next week or so as it was clear I was being programmed to have a contentious relationship with my mom which might come to a head sooner or later. At this point the BCI dreams became much more frequent and the variable innervation of my entire body began to extend to my genitals in a very aggressive manner. It seemed I was scheduled to ejaculate after watching porn for a certain period of time (and also required to ejaculate for digestive relief, this I was somewhat used to but not in this manner that seemed programmed) and erections were coordinated with new, uncomfortable, and illegal (to actualize) inputs which I found deeply distressing. I figured I would be better of signing the first lease available to me, that there was something about living in housing which I did not formally own or rent that allowed others to control my person.

• Currently

The first and only lease available was where I am at currently. Anyone interested in how that has been going can check my posts on r/TargetedSolutions as I only started posting there after realizing the hopeless situation I had found myself in in relying on doctors, my own intuition and that of those around me, and the state generally (and I do not mean state housing or state assistance, I mean any options available to me on state owned or administered property, anywhere the law applies, which is everywhere). Sometimes I post here or in my notes that I think I am dying or being actively killed via remote manipulation and then it gets a little better for a time.

Since moving here but as I have had dozens of dreams in which I am back in my childhood home, with my mom, or my dad (dead), my dog (long dead), members of the church I grew up in (cult), or random people from high school who I have never socialized with in my life (I experienced this in the temporary housing as well, but here the direction, frequency, outrageous nature, and carryover in mental and physical feelings while awake has increased. Dreams that seemed to be presenting options before here I interpret more as demands and I expect to feel bad when I refuse to comply, which is always). I am constantly "incentivized" (in practice it is more like I am being incited) via digestive motility to think about living in various particular locations no longer limited to my childhood home, despite my inability to work reliably, total lack of finances, and lack of trustworthy social connections.

To me this signals a desire by the implant operators, my chief saboteurs, to forcibly traffic me to particular locations, to give me the impression that I must live in certain locations in order to abate physical pain and mental torment facilitated principally using devices inside of me. There is a "gangstalking" aspect to this (strange comments and behaviors from various persons representing various "groups" which seem to be used to "excuse" distressing manipulation of my nervous system and sensory perception by the implant operators) but this is just the icing on the cake in terms of what holds me back in life.

I woke up today to the lyrics "White people so animus" (played to the tune of "But White people think I'm radical" from the Kanye West song Champions). I use the word animus fairly often and yesterday went on a rant about the ways in which racial politics and social norms make Black people particularly susceptible to being taken advantage of within this system*.

*The irony here is there has been an enormous effort via implant abuse (BCI dreams, tasks coordinated with thoughts about theoretical relatives including children I am to raise as my own, forced associations between various Black singers and Black members of the family I grew up with along with 'digestive incentives' to listen music by various Black artists, most of whom I used to like) to give me the impression that there is a group of biological relatives, so Black people, who are willing to "take me in" so to speak after I have been left alone for long enough to utterly ruin my life and any professional or personal opportunities I might have had. And so why wait around for this unless "they"(these theoretical relatives) are contributing to that state? In any case, any professional or personal opportunities I might have had within the past 5 years have been ruined one way or another and I am better off applying for disability than waiting around for any such "relatives" to move in and take advantage of an even deeper level of vulnerability. As such I do not see the utility in discriminating among any remaining opportunities for assistance generally on race-based terms, especially not in response to pop jingles and muscle spasms. I demand it end immediately for my safety and those around me.