Back in the early ’80s, I was a teenager living in a small town in Northern California. In a prior post, I mentioned how an encounter with someone in military intelligence drew attention to me. This event was to have an impact on my life for years to come.

I do not know when the experiment began exactly, but I know that it had been active since at least the ’70s. During this time period, mental patients were shipped from Southern California cities to this small town for the supposed purpose of rehabilitation. The reasoning given to the people was that a quiet town like this would be better for the healing process.

The remainder of this first group of guinea pigs lived on social security in local low income residences. Their minds were too far gone to warn those of us who were to be the next generation of lab rats.

I was in the ’80s group, and we were those of the methamphetamine community. They did not need to import us; there were plenty of us already available. In the ’90s, after I had moved away, they imported gang members from Southern California, once again, with the same reasoning they had imported the mental patients.

This wave was to trash the city, and blatant crime flourished. There were drug deals being made openly on the streets, and prostitutes openly advertised their wares without fear. The police made no move to control any of the crime wave that had taken hold of this small town.

My father told me it was due to fear on the part of the local police department, but I knew better. A 90-year-old woman, a friend of my mother’s, was raped and killed in her home by some of these gang members. I was familiar with this picture, but I kept my tongue… who was going to believe me?

The last wave occurred recently, and once again, people were imported from Southern California for *rehabilitation*. The new guinea pigs? Child molesters. I shudder to think of this new group, and the experiments they will do on them, if the experiments are anything like the prior ones.

The thing we all had in common was that we were groups of people no one would believe a word from. Mental patients, drug addicts, gang members, and child molesters… not exactly citizens we are told to believe in. The majority of us had no idea what was happening to us, but a few discovered the truth.

All of us had varied experiences, but there were key similarities between many of us. We all experienced hearing voices on a regular basis. All of these voices claimed to be some greater being, or governmental agency. The majority of the people I spoke with said the voice claimed to be *god*. In my case, the voice claimed to be the CIA.

Another similarity was that we all experienced a feeling of grandeur, and the voice tried to make us believe that we were someone with special powers. Most of us reported believing we were directly influencing media and various world events.

Another key thing was that we were all experiencing extreme auditory and visual hallucinations. These auditory illusions made it appear that sounds were coming from outside of our own heads, but no one else could hear them.

I was able to get more in depth information from someone who did side jobs for military intelligence, and knew of my involvement in the experiment. The program was called Operation Goat Cheese, a name that sounded as crazy as those of us being experimented on. It referred to a protein found specifically in goat cheese that, when ingested, made it easy to amplify brain waves. In my case, it was in the drugs I was using.

I suspect that Operation Goat Cheese was only the project of the ’80s, and there were names for the other groups as well. During the time I was being used for this project, I was to discover they were using a variety of technological advancements. Radio waves, electromagnetics, and chemicals were all part of the experiments.

In one of the worst situations I went through, the voice told me to rob the local mall. It gave me absolute details as to how to initially break in, bypass store security systems, and exact actions to take while inside. When the police did arrive, I was asked where the guns were. What guns? I had no clue what they were talking about! According to the report, the entire gun collection of one store was completely gone.

During the event, I was told at one point to write some leftist propaganda on the wall, and sound threatening to the government. I did so, unfortunately. In the actual court proceedings it was stated that this was a professional job, and that I knew what I was doing.The anti government statements on the wall were also brought up. No evidence was found though on my person, and I was given only three months jail time.

Prior to this, I had no experience in breaking and entering, and without the voices in my head, I would have never been able to bypass the security systems.

During the time period I was involved with this situation, crime was a regular, but untold story, at least in the media. The owner of a local theater in the downtown mall found a body one morning in the dumpster. He called the police, who came and took the body away. It was never reported in the news.

A friend of mine trying to find his way out of the mall after it had closed came across a man stabbed to death. This incident was never reported. Story after story surfaced in the underground, and many of the people we knew were disappearing at a sinister rate. It was a nightmare, and I wanted nothing more than to get out.

When I did journey out of the city, I was followed. Once when hitchhiking down to Southern California, I was followed almost the entire way by a black van. One of my rides took notice, and threw me out of the vehicle. At one stop, an actual military intelligence officer picked me up, and informed me he was on his way to a military intelligence event.

The stories that I could tell you about this experiment are many, and perhaps I will share some with you in the future. After moving away from this little town, I still kept an eye on for quite a number of years. My children, husband, and myself traveled for many years trying to evade these people. For about ten years, we never stayed in one place for over three months.

I came to understand, though, they had no intention of killing me, but only wanted to observe me and screw with my head. We finally began to settle down to some degree, but it would be years before I lost my paranoia. I no longer have any fear of these people, but I have come to understand the greater picture they have been working on, and it isn’t pretty.

Mind control experiments have been going on since at least the ’50s, and many are well documented. Articles from the mainstream press can be found here. Mind control is not a fairy tale, but a reality. It occurs on many levels, some of it more invasive than others. But of course, who is going to believe the people it is happening to? It’s all just too crazy to believe.

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