"Does 'Sleep Gas' exist?" or "Ethnic Cleansing in the US" By tilly in Politics Wed Apr 09, 2008 at 08:21:04 AM EST Tags: (all tags)
	This article describes harassment and barrage of assaults I have been experiencing on my body during the past five months.   I am an American citizen, an immigrant of Middle Eastern origin.  I have been living in the US for 35 years; I am non-religious; my politics tend in general towards left-of-center.  Around the beginning of the Iraq war, years 2003 and 2004,  I expressed on Internet forums - mostly on this site - my opposition to the Iraq war in strong language and talked about George W. Bush in unflattering terms which are commonly heard now but were not so commonly heard then. The precise beginning date of the series of events I will talk about is uncertain because only towards the end of November 2007, I realized that I was being drugged and walked backwards in my mind and traced the start of this approximately to the beginning of that month ...

To explain:  During a normal night of sleep, one goes thru a process.  The precise instant one falls asleep is not clearly marked to one's own consciousness but one is aware of the different stages of sleep one goes thru during the nite.  There are periods of deep sleep and no apparent consciousness, and periods of dreaming and times of semi-awaking and becoming aware of such things as the bed and sounds coming from outside etc and then falling asleep again and going thru these stages possibly several times.  And in the morning, because of the awareness of having gone thru these stages, we are aware of time having passed thru the nite. By contrast: I have been operated on under general anesthesia two times.  The experience of general anesthesia is not like sleeping at all; it is total absence of awareness; one might describe it as destruction of time; it is as if one did not exist during the time while one was under. Somewhere towards the end of November, I said to myself, I am not going to sleep; I am being knocked out.  This had been going on for several weeks but it did not hit my consciousness because the possibility of such a fantastic thing as noxious gases being injected into my living space was so totally outside the horizon of my expectations. Because, if somebody had talked to me a year ago in the way I am writing now, I would have said this guy sounds like a paranoid nutcase. Going back to the past four months, unfortunately, I have not kept a diary and can only give an account of events in inexact time specs. I believe the assault on my body started with a test on me as a guinea pig of a "sleep gas".  This is only one of the things I have been subjected to in the past 4 months.  Let me list them: 1)  First, more details on the "sleep gas":  Once I became aware of it, I paid attention to how it worked.  A typical situation:  I am walking around totally awake and not tired, then I sit down to watch TV for a bit in my usual spot on the couch.  I may or may not feel a faint draft of air on my face; then, quite suddenly, I feel tired and sleepy.  Then, the effect depends on how I respond to this.  If I take this as a signal that it is time to go to sleep, I actually do go to sleep and this is what I had been doing the earlier weeks of November.  (Parenthetically, throughout most of my adult life, I suffered from insomnia and going to sleep had been a big struggle for me, that is, until November 2007!)      If, on the other hand, I quickly get up and move away from the spot on the couch, the effect dissipates; I am back to being awake and untired again!  Now, in my experience, this is a neat trick.  One might shake oneself out of sleepiness with coffee and cold fresh air etc but tiredness does not go away so easily. 2)  Now the waking part:  I seem to breathe cold air, or more precisely, I experience what feels like a splash of cold air on my face and this is followed by palpitations in the chest.  This is how I was woken up.  Also, this is how I was prevented from resting.  Another typical situation:  I come from work eager to read a magazine.  I set up my pillows on the bed to rest against.  Then, the light blinks, I feel the cold air against my face followed by the palpitation in the chest.  I get up and leave the bedroom. 3)  When I was still using my bedroom, I remember waking gasping for air and running to the window and being able to breathe only with my face out the window.  It was as if something other than air had been filling my lungs.  This happened only for one or two times after which I stopped using my bedroom.  For the past 2-3 months, I sleep in the living room on my desk; this puts my head on a level against the open window and I use a fan to drive in fresh air from the outside against my face. 4)  "Dirty air":  Not that I can see the dust or anything but I feel an accumulation of gunk in the back of my throat and on my tongue.  During the times I was subjected to this particular torture, the furs on my cats were covered with a shiny gunk and they kept licking their tongues. 5)  A particularly severe attack:  I believe it is administered via an injected gas; it may start with something like the bursting of a bubble on my temple.  Followed by a sickness lasting from a few hours to a day.  Symptoms:  finding myself forced to breathe fast, numbness on the extremities, for long periods afterwards, feeling my lungs constantly with discomfort on each breath and chest pain that sometimes take over entire one half of my chest. 6)  Equally severe, administered via my car (not in my townhouse).  Burning in the lungs, pain with breathing, feeling as if I am about to faint.  This also lasts several hours.  And I actually have a sample of the substance that caused this.  I found an object that looked like a piece of sponge in front of my garage.  I picked it up; it was covered with a soot-like powder.  I brought it near my nose to see if it had a scent.  Subsequently, for several hours, I experienced the above symptoms with one additional symptom:  the skin on my finger turned white in an area the size of a dime where I had touched the stuff.  This was not a case of the skin being covered with dirt or powder; the skin itself turned white and remained so even after washing for several hours.  I imagine, about half a dozen times, such a piece of sponge was placed on my engine allowing the piece to burn with the heat of the engine with the vapors wafting into the passenger compartment.  In one of these occasions I had a movie theater staff call the medics and they found nothing except that my pulse rate was and stayed at a high level.  This was attributed to my being excited even though I was not so. 7)  Tinnitus:  Ringing in the ears.  Now, this is not internally generated.  I believe this is achieved by some sort of electomagnetic wave or near-inaudible sound wave.  The reason:  the effect is localized to specific spots I tend to occupy in my home, for example, sitting in front of the computer.  If I move away quickly when the ringing starts, it subsides over half a minute to a minute of time.   The general strategy seems to be not to throw all of these at me at the same time but to sort of alternate between different types of torment. I never thought I was that important but somebody seems to have seen it fit to spend an awful lot of concentrated effort and money to displace me.  All these occurrences are not the work of an ordinary person and the team that is harassing me has access to locksmith expertise, veterinary expertise, electricians' expertise and and air-conditioning expertise.  I will spare the reader details on all of these areas for now.   The overall goal seems to be to drive me away and, if that fails, to drive me crazy, and if that fails, to make others think me crazy if I start to talk about this admittedly fantastic stuff that is happening to me. There are other effects that are difficult to distinctly describe.  There is a lot here that I have not written about.  This has been my life in the past four months.  There are days when it feels like I am walking around feeling drugged and wearing a helmet of a headache.  It may just be a general unwellness resulting from living under torture.

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