The Price of Truth

I was already a target before most of this story begins. The details of those early programs are beyond the scope of this page, but understand: the targeting didn't start when I discovered parasitic truth. It started long before.

2004 marked a turning point. My grandfather died and left me a significant inheritance. My family—the man who claims to be my father and my biological mother—told me he died broke. They claimed my inheritance was a paltry $20,000. The rest? Stolen. And from that moment, my entire family turned on me. Not gradually. Completely. Sisters. Aunt and uncle. Cousins. All of them became coordinated opposition.

The motive was simple: money. The coordination has lasted 20 years.

2005: Summer in China, teaching English. The CCP attacked me because they recognized I was already a US government medical experiment victim. They knew what had been done to me. And they exploited it.

2006-2007: I was a cognitive neuroscience researcher at the VA Hospital in Albuquerque studying sensory gating deficits in PTSD and schizophrenia. The research revealed something extraordinary: data showing that acoustic EMDR could scientifically validate effective, non-invasive, non-pharmaceutical treatment for trauma and PTSD.

The data had been sabotaged.

Someone had deliberately corrupted the results to hide what the research actually showed. I corrected the sabotaged data. I documented what it proved.

The last thing the control system wants is for traumatized people to heal—especially without medications or surgeries.

My career was destroyed. Not slowly. Systematically.

2007: I entered the doctoral program in Clinical Psychology and Neuroscience at CU Boulder.

2010: I was forced to leave. Crippling chronic conditions from parasitosis, directed energy weapon attacks, and poisonings made it impossible to continue. I moved to my parents' home in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

From 2010 forward, I have been unable to maintain employment. Not because I lack skills or credentials—M.A. in Clinical Psychology and Neuroscience, published research, clinical experience. Because every aspect of my life has been systematically undermined. Health. Career. Relationships. Housing. Everything. Always.

For 13 years, the sabotage was constant but measured. Then October 2023 happened.

November 2023: Homelessness began in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

December 2023: I fled to Amarillo, Texas. The targeting followed.

I spent one night in Roswell, New Mexico. The targeting followed.

I spent one night in Las Cruces, New Mexico. The targeting followed.

I spent one night in Santa Fe. They nearly killed me.

January 2024: I fled to Colorado, spending two months mostly in Boulder County. There were multiple attempts on my life in Colorado. Nonstop attempts on my sanity.

March 2024: I decided I needed a medical opinion outside the United States. I couldn't go south to Mexico—the drug cartels would have murdered me. So I went north to Canada.

From the Canadian border, I moved through Minnesota briefly, then spent a few weeks across multiple cities and towns in Iowa. Every location, the system tried to take me out. The "Known or Suspected Terrorist" label followed me. "Good Americans" who believed the deep state narrative wanted me dead—never realizing I was fighting for them while they hunted me.

April 2024: Chicago, where I grew up. The targeting didn't stop.

Spring 2024: Ohio, where my parents and grandparents were born and raised. My family labeled me a "threat to myself and others." They called the police while I was dealing with extreme physical symptoms from the infections and attacks.

I held my own.

When that failed, my parents cut me off financially. Completely.

Then they flew to Ohio, picked me up, and drove me from Dayton to Tucson, Arizona. Once there, they tried again to get me locked in a psychiatric facility.

I got out.

I jumped in the car and God guided me to Austin, Texas.

Summer 2024: I arrived in Austin with no money, no support, unable to work due to the infections and attacks. I lived on the streets for months before I finally secured employment.

Then I was fired. The targeting—infections, directed energy weapons, gang stalking—made it impossible for employers to keep me.

Winter 2025: I couldn't pay rent. I was homeless again.

March 2025 through September 2025: Six months back on the streets in Austin. Multiple attempts on my life. Attempts to push me into crime. Attempts to push me into drugs. I maintained my integrity through it all.

I started NotThatKindOfCrazy.com without a working computer while living on the streets, while being actively targeted, while fighting off multiple infections.

Late September 2025: Through donations from people who found my website, I finally got enough money for an extended-stay hotel. I've only had support for a couple of months. I'm paying week by week. Still in Austin. Still documenting. Still alive.

For 14 months, I ran across state lines while homeless, hunted, labeled a terrorist, and targeted by my own family coordinating with the system that wants me silenced.

This isn't about me. This is about what happens to anyone who threatens the coordinated architecture of institutional control.

Barry Marshall was ridiculed for proving bacteria caused ulcers—but his discovery only threatened ulcer medication profits. He eventually won a Nobel Prize because his findings didn't dismantle entire treatment paradigms.

My research threatens everything.

Corrected data showing non-pharmaceutical PTSD treatment works? Threatens the trauma therapy industry, psychiatric medications, and the systems that profit from keeping people broken.

Documented parasitic infections causing conditions labeled psychiatric, neurological, autoimmune? Threatens the entire foundation of modern allopathic medicine. Not just one drug class. Not just one specialty. The whole system.

If parasites drive depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, ADHD, Parkinson's, MS, Alzheimer's, Crohn's, fibromyalgia, and chronic fatigue—then decades of pharmaceutical treatments have been managing symptoms while deliberately ignoring the cause.

That's why the response escalated from subtle to murderous. That's why my own family turned into weapons. That's why I was labeled a terrorist for holding a microscope.

This isn't incompetence. This isn't bureaucratic failure. This is a system protecting trillion-dollar industries, institutional power, and coordinated control by destroying anyone who exposes the architecture.

If they'll do this to a credentialed researcher with published work, clinical experience, and documented evidence, they'll do it to anyone.

And they have. To countless others. Most of whom never lived to tell their stories.

I'm still here. Not because I'm special. Because God wouldn't let them win.

And I'm still telling the truth.