I have tons of stories like this. 2017 I had a super bizarre experience. Still pretty convinced Mossad attacked me for online activity. Lucky I'm here to even discuss it, their goal seemed to be to force me to physical violence so that I'd be medicated longterm or involuntarily admitted to psych ward. Super lucky I escaped that too. I literally had to restrain my own arm from swinging at people I loved, consciously. It was like they had partial control. Gross.
They shut my legs down too once after that. They paralyzed my lower body and I was just reduced to sitting there on the kitchen floor with my legs moving in and out in a jittery, rhythmic pattern - but it was always the same, it wasn't random, it was a specific pattern my legs kept moving in and out on the floor by themselves. my roommate saw. I had to hold my fucking legs down to stop them from moving, with my arms.
The fact that it was an exacting pattern, makes me think it was some kind of low frequency wave. I have no idea, it was fucking unsettling. once I got control of my legs again, I saw a white van slowly driving in front of our house (dead street, 2am) on the wrong side of the road, by our sidewalk. I opened the front door and they took off.
ugh
I have tons of stories like this. 2017 I had a super bizarre experience. Still pretty convinced Mossad attacked me for online activity. Lucky I'm here to even discuss it, their goal seemed to be to force me to physical violence so that I'd be medicated longterm or involuntarily admitted to psych ward. Super lucky I escaped that too. I literally had to restrain my own arm from swinging at people I loved, consciously. It was like they had partial control. Gross.
They shut my legs down too once after that. They paralyzed my lower body and I was just reduced to sitting there on the kitchen floor with my legs moving in and out in a jittery, rhythmic pattern - but it was always the same, it wasn't random, it was a specific pattern my legs kept moving in and out on the floor by themselves. my roommate saw. I had to hold my fucking legs down to stop them from moving, with my arms.
The fact that it was an exacting pattern, makes me think it was some kind of low frequency wave. I have no idea, it was fucking unsettling. once I got control of my legs again, I saw a white van slowly driving in front of our house (dead street, 2am) on the wrong side of the road, by our sidewalk. I opened the front door and they took off.
ugh