Covert Harassment in Minneapolis

Hi my name is Rebecca. I live in Minneapolis, Minnesota and I am a targeted individual. After years of being gang stalked and harassed electronically, the question must be asked "How does one continue to live his or her life?" The answer is difficult, you just take each day as it comes and try always to see the beauty in yourself and the world. We are living in both an exciting and frightening time, the internet is full of new and in depth information about various gang stalking tactics and the causes of covert harassment and surveillance, and yet more and more Americans are being recruited everyday, coerced into becoming citizen informants. "I'm a targeted individual". I never thought the day would come when I would say those words. I never thought that my country could betray me in this way; that I would be denied the rights of the constitution for merely being different. My family and I are victims, yet we have never broken any laws, never sought to cause harm to America or its ideals, yet somehow we are seen as a threat. I'm shocked. I still can't believe how evil people can be, how oblivious they are to the suffering of others. I had dreams, I still have them, but they've changed…I've changed, knowing the truth has that effect.
My Story
My family and I became victims of electronic harassment and gang stalking in October of 2001. At this time, we lived in Brooklyn Center, Minnesota. Although we had become accustomed to living in apartment complexes with residents who overtly harassed us for our religious beliefs and apparently some "unknown" reasons, we were unaware of how much of our lives could be destroyed just for being deemed as different from the bulk of society. In the wake of the September 11th attacks, my family and I were under constant surveillance, physically and emotionally tortured by gang stalking and directed energy weapons on a regular basis. Here is a list of some of the daily harassment we endured along with some physical symptoms of the directed energy weapons used to persecute us:
- Constant, relentless surveillance by neighbors, citizen informants and local law enforcement.
- Unprovoked rudeness and hostility directed towards us by ALL of our neighbors and there children, for no apparent reason.
- Perpetrators observing what brands of foods we bought and then tampering with them in an effort to cause illness.
- Neighbors putting fumes into our apartment via radiator.
- Continuous noise campaigns
- Intense numbness at the top of our heads, unexplained and consistent chest pain, severe headaches, eye problems and incapacitating fatigue.

In the beginning stages we were unsure of exactly what was happening to us, there was very little information on the subject at the time. My mother, out of frustration and the weariness of watching her family suffer, decided to tell a social worker about the harassment. Within days, she was unwillingly admitted to the psychiatric ward of Hennepin County Medical Center in Minneapolis and subsequently labeled "delusional". My brother and I were placed into temporary foster care and my family as I knew it was destroyed. All the while, the harassment continued.
When my mother was finally released, we moved into a duplex in Maple Grove, Minnesota. For a few months everything was fine and we began the process of rebuilding our lives, but slowly our neighbors became increasingly hostile, and the electronic harassment began all over again, this time more intensely than before. The months passed and our home became a battle ground. The electronic attacks we encountered on a daily basis were almost unbearable. Our next door neighbors used a variety of directed energy weapons and other tactics to make our lives a living nightmare.
In 2002, I was a first year college student, studying Business Management; I experienced intense migraines, visual impairment, hearing problems, severe chest pains, a significant decrease in my fine motor skills and a variety of other health problems.
During this time, I visited as many doctors and specialists as I could find, but none were able to tell me what was happening. My little brother began to suffer from severe fatigue and headaches, my mother experienced symptoms of endometriosis, increased vaginal bleeding, severe weakness, and other problems with her reproductive system. My entire family received "electrical" shocks to various parts of our bodies, numbness in our brain, fatigue, tingling and pricks in body parts and a general decrease in our overall health. We did everything we could think of to protect ourselves. We slept under tables and in closets, anywhere we could find, to try and escape the horrific technology they used to torture us. Our home was no longer a home, it had become a prison.
By the end of the year the quality of our living conditions had been reduced to that of survival. The perpetrators not only used these weapons on us in our home, but in the homes of friends and relatives, stores, clinics, schools, public transportation and virtually every business, organization and building we entered. Everywhere we went we were followed and tortured. My mother, who was a nursing student at the time, could no longer attend her classes and was forced to watch her children suffer with no promise of rescue.
As the months turned into years, she became desperate. In a moment of weakness, she decided to tell a community worker what was going on, that we were being attacked in our own home, tortured on a regular basis, that we were under constant surveillance for no apparent reason and that our lives and emotional well being was being threatened. The community worker (A woman named Theresa) nodded her head sympathetically as my mother broke down into tears explaining what we had endured for the past five years.
The woman (Theresa) said she could see that we were "hurting", that she understood our "frustration". She then called the police, had my mother committed, and placed my little brother into foster care while labeling my whole family as suffering from a "delusional" disorder.
Eventually my mother was released and returned home, but my brother who was fourteen at the time was placed in the permanent care of a relative for five years with minimum visitation. My entire family was ripped apart. We had always been close, always found joy in our faith and love for each other. We were happy, but for some reason the U.S government saw us as a threat and proceeded to do everything in its power to attack us, physically, mentally and emotionally. When my mother came home, the electronic torture continued. She was bleeding heavily on a regular basis and was being deprived of sleep. She suffered from digestive problems and complained of shocks being directed at various body parts. This went on for months. Eventually, believing that if she continued to stay in our house, she might in fact die, she fled to another state. The torture still continues to this day, but not as much as before. Despite the efforts of my perpetrators, my family remains very close, forever bonded by our mutual suffering.
As of May, 2009, my brother and I share a room inside a five bedroom apartment. We are still tortured with directed energy weapons and gang stalking; the only difference is that we have educated ourselves about this harassment, its origins, structure and inevitable end. There are days when I feel as though my life has been stolen from me. All I ever wanted was to LIVE. To enjoy freedom, liberty and democracy, the attributes that America supposedly stands for. One thing that I've come to learn is that my life will never be the way that I envisioned it. Being a targeted individual means to be betrayed by your country, which promises freedom for all Americans, yet breaks that promise over and over again.
Being a targeted individual means being betrayed by law enforcement and the justice system, which claims to serve and protect innocent people, but looks the other way as thousands of Americans suffer from covert harassment. I still believe in democracy, though I live in an "invisible" cell, I believe in freedom, though I've been robbed of it, I believe in liberty, though it eludes me. There is good in all people, even the perpetrators, who blindly conform to orders without questioning their true intent. I suppose I could and should be pretty angry about what has and is happening to me, but life is too short to be angry. I live one day at a time and as a targeted individual, that's really the only way that I can live.
To all of the other victims out there, STAY STRONG and know that no matter what happens: You are not alone.