The North Star Apartments

In the fall of 2008 my brother and I moved into the North Star apartments located in Minneapolis, Minnesota. We share a room in a five bedroom unit with five other University of Minnesota students. My roommates as well as other residents in the building are being used for surveillance purposes and various other tasks. The landlord and other members of the administrative staff are either actively involved in the harassment or enabling it. The perpetrators in the apartments above, below and beside us, continually track our movements and use various technological devices (micro waves, sound waves, directed energy weapons) to cause us physical pain as well as an array of other symptoms.

Since moving into this apartment, the outer form of my harassment has changed many times. In the beginning stages there was very little gang stalking and more of the electronic attacks, then the electronic attacks decreased and the gang stalking became more prominent. Today my perpetrators have worked to dramatically change the outer look of their presence in my life, but it is beyond saying that they are in fact STILL present. Here is a list of some of the symptoms that my brother and I have endured as a result of the electronic harassment:

- Intense headaches
- Impaired vision
- Chronic overwhelming fatigue
- Sharp cutting pains in various parts of my body (chest, hands, toes, ect)
- Throbbing pulsating pains in my chest.
- Muscle spasms and involuntary movement
- Sinus problems
- A persistent roaring sound in my ear, corresponding with my pulse.
- Sharp, cutting pains in my lower abdomen and genitals.
- Severe chest pain and indigestion
- Feelings of intense pressure in the chest

In addition to these covert forms of harassment, I have also experienced overt harassment, which include but are not limited to the following:
- Intimate Infiltration: Perpetrators seek to sabotage my jobs and friendships in an effort to push me into isolation and prevent me from obtaining financial stability.

- Monitoring and disruption of internet use.
- Interception of email and postal mail.
- Covert and overt surveillance through the use of citizen informants and various members of the community.

- Street theatre (staged events, such as directed conversations)
- Mimicking (leaving the residence at the same time, dressing similar to me, doing things in the same way or at the same time as me.)
- Unlawfully entering my unit when it is unoccupied.
- Tracking (I am being followed via public transportation, automobile, and by technological means.)
- Noise campaigns (loud music, fire alarms, ect.)

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.

Online Resources

If you think you might be a victim of gang stalking or electromagnetic harassment, please educate yourself and visit the sites below:
http://www.freedomfchs.com/
http://www.raven1.net/
www.raven1.net/gaslight.htm
www.raven1.net/glossary.htm
http://www.multistalkervictims.org/
http://www.raven1.net/

Gang Stalking

Gang Stalking Techniques
The following techniques are from the Gangstalkingworld.com website and they relate primarily to gang stalking. However many of the techniques are also used in other forms of harassment, such as mobbing, and Cointelpro.

Brighting
As targets walk on the street, usually at night, civilian spies/snitches will turn on their high beams. This might be flashed once or twice at targets. The idea is to intimidate the target and let them know they are being watched at all times.

Crowding/Mobbing
When the target is in public, civilian spies/snitches will usually try to box the target in. Eg. They will surround the target in a square like formation if possible. They will stand too close to the target, or swarm them.

Directed Conversations
These are conversations that complete strangers will have out in public relating to the target and their personal situations. Eg. They will repeat things a target said in their home, or on the phone. They will let drop very personal details into the conversation, that could only be related to the target.

Eg. Civilian Spy #1. It's a shame Uncle Ed won't be able to come.

Civilian Spy #2. Yeah since he died golfing on Saturday.

The target will just have learned of a death of a favored uncle, (possibly named Ed.) while out golfing.

Electronic Harassment
Electromagnetic weapons and frequencies will be used on a target on their homes. The purpose of using the EMF (Electromagnetic Frequency) on targets and their belonging are multifaceted. Electronic frequencies can destroy electronic equipment. Electronic frequencies can be used for monitoring and tracking inside the home, and at work. It can also be used for purposes of sleep disturbance. When those conducting these covert investigations feel that they have psychologically destroyed the target to where they are near breakdown they will start to use these weapons. They will also use these weapons if targets are not going along with their harassment protocol.

Gaslighting
Doing little things to try to make the target think that they are going crazy.
Coming into their homes, moving their furniture around.
Changing clothing that they bought and replacing it with similar, but inferior items.
Taking small items and then replacing them later on. Gassing/Poisoning Spraying fumes or scents into a targets home. Tampering with their food to make them become very ill. Illegal Entry To gaslight the target.
It's used to help profile the target.

Tracking Targets
Targets can be tracked by using their cell phones, laptops, and other electronic devices. If their cell phone number is know, there are Internet programs that will track a target to within a few feet. GPS tracking on their cars. These are all ways that targets are tracked where they go and their activities monitored. Vandalism If the target owns property this can be as simple as broken door handles, knobs, to actual slashing of tires. They will also break in and do small damage to items the target owns. Eg. If you buy a new sweater, they might break in and cut holes in it. Holes in undergarments. If you go to a store to get a repair done check for damages. This goes for boots, and coats. Eg. Zippers and the heals of long heeled boots. Wrong Number Calls Targets will daily get wrong number calls. These can be automated or they can be persons pretending to be wrong number calls. Civilian spies will use this as a means to monitor and psychologically harass targets. They want to know where the target is at all times.

To get more in depth information about gangstalking, surveillance and electromagnetic torture visit some of the websites listed on the blog. There is more information on this issue then you can imagine.

More Poems

Poetic Expression: Life as a Targeted Individual


UN - American
White stars dance in darkness.
Blood stripes stretch across the weary horizon.
And I am left with promises,
Broken promises drowning in the irony written words.
Words that say I have the right to rejoice to hold on to the gifts that the world didn't give. But the promise is broken and my life with it.
My body screams and the earth is silent.
My voice is covered in exhaustion
But it is clear.
It is more alive than me




The UN -Seen
Invisibility is a demon.
Monsters are real.
I've learned that there are creatures in the closet.
Ghosts under the bed.
Real is what is not seen, only felt…deeply known.
My room is quiet.
Light escapes the tall window and shines upon my tattered mattress.
There's warmth to be felt there, the air light and soothing reaching into my lungs and coming out again. But there's a demon in my room. His claws are like knives, his heart cold and black. He's under my bed and over my head. He's in the closet and outside my window.
We fought and he won.
So now I wait.
I endure.
I pray for justice that will not come.
I feel.
I feel what is not seen.


Queen of the World
On an ordinary day I imagine rising early as the world is sleeping. Saying goodbye to my reflection and getting into the car.
I drive and drive and drive until the city lights fade away and nature reigns.
Till the skyscrapers are mountains and the only light is that white orb swimming in darkness.
The owls hoot and the wolves howl as I stop the car asking away, leaving the doors wide open.
In the distant I behold a silent High above a bed of rocks.
I walk towards it and then I skip and then I run until the air is heavy and my heart is frantic with energy I can't understand.
I run until I reach the hill and I climb it.
One foot in front of the other until I reach the very top.
I stand.
I am queen of the world.
The clouds are my footstool and the birds my fellows.
I look down at those beds of wakes and I am weary, sleepy even.
I grow wings and I soar into them.
Selfish and irrational and misguided and soar into them and
I am queen of the world.

My Personal Story

My family and I were not raised in a traditional religion, we avoided certain foods, refused to celebrate any national holidays and generally kept to ourselves, for these reasons we were often harassed in the various communities in which we lived. When I was fourteen years old, I was stalked by an English teacher, he followed me everywhere I went and made numerous attempts to be alone with me. I tried to report this to faculty but nothing was done about it. I also noticed changes in the behavior of my friends at school, kids I had know for years suddenly became angry at me for no apparent reason and teachers who had once supported me gave me spiteful snares as I walked down the hallway. It was obvious that something was happening to me. I just didn't know what.

My family and I moved around a lot and it seemed that wherever we moved, our neighbors would exhibit incredible hostility towards us, even though we didn't know them personally. They would spit on our door, give us hateful looks when we entered or left our apartment and generally went out of their way to make us feel unwelcome.
As time went on we learned to cope with the ongoing gang stalking and surveillance that afflicted our lives, finding comfort in our family life and faith. Our perpetrators viewed this as a form of defiance and decided that more "severe" measures were necessary to destroy us. I was seventeen years old when my family was first "physically" attacked by electronic means. It began sometime in October of 2001, in the wake of September 11th. Our lives would be changed forever.

On a beautiful Sunday morning I walked into the living room of my house and found my mother with a frying pan on top of her head. She looked up at me, her face covered in shame and sadness. I didn't question her. I knew my mother suffered from depression and I figured that "this never before seen behavior" was somehow attributed to it and would soon fade. Days turned into weeks and my mother continued to walk around the house with pots, pillows and whatever materials she could find, on her top of her head. She kept saying: "They doing something to me."
It wouldn't be long before me and my brothers understood who "they" were. A few weeks after this incident, my family and I began to suffer intense headaches, unbearable fatigue, muscle spasms and involuntary movement, unexplained nausea, and sharp cutting pains throughout various body parts. We also noticed that the physical symptoms we experienced corresponded with the noises coming from the apartment above us. My mother was not having a nervous breakdown, this was not just another bout of depression...she was trying to protect herself. Our upstairs neighbors were using directed energy weapons as a means of electromagnetic harassment; they were torturing us. As strange as this sounds….it's the truth.
When I first realized that this was happening to me, all sorts of thoughts danced in my head, like: "This kind of technology does not exist and if it did, the American government would not allow this to happen." "This can't happen in the U.S, we have freedom of speech and freedom of religion. It's unconstitutional." "Why would someone put so much effort into doing this to me?"
Everyday that I wake up I ask me the same questions. I still can't believe that this is happening to my family as well as thousands of others in and outside of this country.
It sounds crazy, it sounds insane and in a way I wish it was mere insanity. I wish there was a pill I could take to make this all go away, but there isn't. I have suffered gang stalking, and electronic harassment for almost nine years. This is my life.