Being spied on and persecuted by the government

Below I shall give a detailed account about my history, how they persecuted and are still persecuting me, how I became a certified mental patient, and what they did to me.

Please note that I have zero proof that it really is the CSIS. However, I do have one very important clue. I know the actual name of one person, who was in on all this. Keep in mind that he never said that he was a part of the CSIS, he could be an agent, or he could be just a contractor, I really have no idea. This is how they like it, they never identify themselves to the people they victimize, so as to keep the victims in the dark and with no recourse to press charges. This is exactly how they operate. But anyway, this individual went by the name of M*ke Foulds (or M*ke Fould, it's been a really long time, I can't remember if there is an "S" at the end of his last name but everything else is correct) who definitely hacked into my computer and psychologically terrorized me which caused me to have my first encounter with the mental health establishment. I first met him at training sessions at a then eBay call centre (I will talk about this more later) in North Burnaby, BC, Canada, back in 2006. Even though he never said who he really worked for, nevertheless, having these two pieces of evidence (his name and eBay's training centre), should allow someone who has good internet search and investigative abilities, to find out any potential links to the CSIS or whoever is responsible for the spying and persecution that I suffered and am still suffering. Anyway, this M*ke Foulds/Fould individual was about 5 foot 8, White, light hair and eyed, he went to the University of Fraser Valley, and last I know, resided in the town of Abbotsford, BC, Canada. He sat next to me in the training session at eBay, and he hinted at having hacked into my computer and having been watching my every move online, in such an obvious and frightening way that I broke down. He then said, "Oh yea". He also sexually assaulted me but did it in a way that could be argued as an accident so that I could not sue him or go to the HR to complain about him. There was also another woman whom I also suspect of being a CSIS agent, though again, I have no proof. Her name is Sandra, I do not know her last name. She was about 5 foot 6, 5 foot 7, blond hair blue eyed, ample-bosomed, quite attractive, and I believe she was an immigrant from some Eastern European country (though she spoke good English), an American citizen and was married to a black man. She leaked my photo maliciously to people online but did it in a way that I could not sue the company for. She made up some story about how there was a disgruntled employee who set up a page called "eBay hotties" where he posted pictures of eBay employees. I knew it was a lie, but I have no proof. I believe (though have no proof) that one person who saw my photo, was the now-missing online friend called William (I will talk about him in greater details later), and any friends that William must have had. But please keep in mind I have absolutely no proof of this, because my computer skills were incredibly poor. So, the government seized on this, and have this M*ke Fould/Foulds invididual hack into my computer, and very likely without a warrant, because I can say with 100% certainty that I have never engaged in any illegal activities. This is another reason why the government's been hounding me so maliciously and why the US government (my friend William, is very likely an American, though I have no proof)'s abducted him, because I mentioned on Gab.com that I will disclose to the world that top intelligence agencies such as the CSIS would engage in something like that, which is both immoral and illegal, and that its integrity should be called into question. Gab.com, where I suspect (but with no proof) that William was an admin of, has likely fallen into the feds' hand ever since around August 19th or so, 2025, when William disappeared. I don't know if my posts are still there, but you are welcome to go check them out yourself if you desire. My account there is JessiWan. If my posts are still up, which I doubt, you will see very unmistakably why the government of my country absolutely want me gone, and who is really behind all this. I don't know how to check myself to see if my posts are still up because, like I said, my computer skills are poor and Gab has been hacked, I don't know if it's possible for them to make it appear like my posts are still up and visible when they really aren't. By the way, when such a phenomenon happens, it's called a containment site. It is something governments set up, to keep political dissidents (I am one such person) in one place, where what they say cannot be heard by the masses. But anyway. I have no proof, but I believe important people in high places at eBay, must have had connections to my country's government, and they talked among themselves and eventually decided to open a training centre here in Burnaby, with the aim of luring me in, so they could have this M*ke Fould person sit next to me. The ad for the job at eBay, I found it on Craigslist, which I strongly suspect is owned by people who also have a connection to the government. But of course, all this sounds too far-fetched, too unbelievable. I know that. Literally no one believed me when I told them all this, and I don't blame them, it really sounds too unbelievable. To this day I still don't know how to explain it myself either. So, I endured the name of a schizophrenic for almost 20 years. But everything I say, is the complete truth.

After I was broken by this M*ke Fould/Foulds individual and had my first encounter with the mental health establishment of my province, I left eBay. But starting back then was when I knew the government was watching me online. I didn't know who exactly, but I knew someone was watching. This was when William and his fellow hacker friends must have also started watching me (if not earlier), although at the time, I did not know yet. William and his friends bear witness to my persecution and suffering at the hands of my country's feds, they have evidence of everything that went on in my computers, this is why the US government felt the strong need to abduct William, to make sure he can't talk. Then, in 2008, I came across an online forum called totse.com. This site does not exist anymore. I strongly suspect it was hacked/forcibly taken down by feds, because I again posted stuff I shouldn't posting. Plus the site also contained a lot of forbidden information about how world-class intelligence agencies such as the CIA and FBI worked. And a whole bunch of knowledge and things that governments would really not want the masses to know about. I did not manage to download any of it before the site got hacked, but I suspect William and his friends might have. Anyway, there on the forum of totse.com, I went by the user name of WritingANovel. I met a poster by the user-name of Panzerfaust0, whom I started initially chatting with as casual friends. I first contacted him through private message, then our conversation moved the now-defunct MSN messenger. Right off the bat, he tried to persuade me to join a grow-op that he was planning, presumably because the CSIS was unhappy that M*ke Foulds did not really get me badly enough. They wanted to give me a criminal record. Panzerfaust0 also tried to get me to import ketamine from China for him, saying how he would come pick it up. I bet they were thinking of calling the cops on me once I had the ketamine in my house, the information of which they would have gotten through Panzerfaust0, whom they used to build trust with me through the MSN chat messenger we were chatting on. This chat went on for about 2 months, during which I became increasingly friendly with Panzerfaust0 and the conversations grew more and more intimate. We even gave each other nicknames. I eventually developed feelings for him. I strongly, strongly suspect he was yet another plant of CSIS, though again, I have zero proof. Now, a little bit of background, and this is incredibly difficult for me to admit to, but I am extremely desperate, I want to find and rescue William, so I am telling you about my checkered past, with the knowledge that if you are inclined to help me in some way, it means my secret and my past, will be revealed to the entire world: I used to have a gas problem, which I felt extremely, extremely sensitive about. I was also bullied severely in high school and even university (the university I went to is the University of British Columbia, it's located in British Columbia, Canada) because of it. I had a crush on a boy in high school, I really, really liked him, but he was very cruel and made fun of my gas problem, which extremely traumatized me and haunted me all the way throughout my late teens and early 20s. Anyway, so both sides, the CSIS/feds/government, and William and his friends, all knew about this. So, the likely CSIS, had this Panzerfaust0 individual pretend that he had a problem with his nose, that he could not smell anything, possibly so as to lure me in, and I am sure we can now all see why they did this. It was extremely malicious and evil, manipulative and underhanded. Immoral to the extreme. William saw all this. Anyway, so I fell for this Panzerfaust0 poster, I was literally in love with him, I acted really really infatuated, my various posts on the then totse.com forum and as well as my private messages with him demonstrated how in love with him I was. I do not have a record of any of this anymore, but I suspect that William and his friends might still, which yet again points to why the US government badly wants to silence William. Anyway, my feelings for this Panzerfaust0 person grew so strong that I eventually flew to his city, which is Toronto, to see him. We did meet a few times, and my feelings for him remained very strong. I even went to the town of Kingston, to Queen's university, just to see where he used to go to school. Then, being the fool that I was, I said things on totse I shouldn't have said again. And predictably the CSIS struck again. They made Panzerfaust0 disappear for a few days, to drive me to a very vulnerable emotional state. Then I suddenly came to the realization that the boy I was so in love with, knew about my gas problem. Then, they had random people (who must have been agents) walk by me on the street (I did not know back then, but now I know this is called gang-stalking. They like to keep the masses in the dark about the evil methods that they use. I bet even now very few people know what gang-stalking is and that it is something the intelligence agencies engage in, and this is exactly how they like it), and then yell out the nickname I gave him and say to me, "The pain will never end", or some such. So, they did something unspeakably cruel like this, to a badly infatuated woman, who they knew was already very sensitive by nature and was understandably extremely sensitive about her gas problem. They knew exactly this would hurt me extremely badly, which is exactly why they did it. William and his friends witnessed the portion of this that took place online, because I made a lot of posts online while I was extremely distraught at having my secret found out like this. By the way, I should add that there were other CSIS agents involved in all this, although again, I have zero proof that they were CSIS agents, nor do I know the real name of any of them. I believe that ever since the M*ke Fould individual, they learned to keep their names and identities hidden, so I could not google them up (I googled up M*ke Fould/Foulds, which by the way William and his friends must have seen. In fact, it would not surprise me that they had paid this individual a sum of money to go live overseas underground to avoid having to ever testify in court. That or they gave him a fake new identity, through the other agency that the friends of the bosses of CSIS control). There was a young girl who went by the screen name of Some girl on totse, who claimed to be a friend of Panzerfaust0. She claimed her name was Olga. She lived in Toronto, too, and she was incredibly beautiful. She was about 5 foot 3 or so, brown hair and eyes, she has partial Russian and German ancestry. She was incredibly intelligent and good at math. The first time I met up with Panzerfaust0, she was there, too. Then a few times I subsequently met up with him again, she was also there. In Toronto, I befriended a random boy at a soup kitchen that I used to go to in Chinatown. I do not even have his fake name, but I suspect he was a part of the CSIS, too. He was quite tall, I think over 6 feet, he was part German and part Scottish. We struck up a friendship and would get together and chat. On the day of feds' attempt at breaking me through their cruel torment, he was waiting for me at the end of the street. Presumably they had him there to talk to me when I was at an extremely vulnerable emotional state. But when I saw him, I did not cry or break down or anything, instead I flashed him a smile. He saw that, and then he started to cry. I did not say or do anything, and then I noticed that someone, who must have been another CSIS agent, had to escort him out of there. This was roughly when I noticed that I had compromised a CSIS agent. If I ever meet this half German, half Scottish boy in person, I can still recognize his face. In fact, I believe that I compromised Panzerfaust0, too, because I believe he had started to fall in love with me as well. The last time we met in Toronto, he hinted at me that he wanted to marry me. He could not tell me directly, because I believe that he was wearing some sort of wire-like equipment on him, so that the spy agency could know what was going in. He also tried to warn me a few times that I was being watched by the CSIS, but I was very stupid at the time, I did not pick up on any of it.

When the CSIS realized that I did not break down or go insane upon having my secret found out by the boy I was in love with, they started to gang-stalk me. They would have random agents walk down the streets in Toronto and call out my name or to audibly say things to me that could have been known only from online. If you are unfamiliar with what gang-stalking is and what the various techniques are, let me know, and I have a file that I can show you so you can learn more about it. So, the CSIS used gang-stalking to finally drive me to a psychotic breakdown. I called my parents and told them everything that had gone on, and of course they could not believe any of it, so they figured I had gone crazy again because I already had a similar history from eBay before, but anyway, long story short, I was brought back to British Columbia. But, the CSIS did not stop. They were not happy that I was wrenched from the boy I so dearly loved. They were not happy that I did not kill myself. Once I was back in BC, they deliberately made Panzerfaust0 disappear long enough, such that the lack of contact drove me to eventually have another breakdown, and this time, I was brought to two hospitals, at the second of which I was formally certified as a mental patient under the BC Mental Health Act. The first hospital I went to, was the Royal Columbian hospital, located in New Westminster, BC, Canada. The second one was the Burnaby Hospital, located in Burnaby, BC, Canada. I have no proof, but I have a very strong suspicion, that there was fishy stuff going on, when I was first brought to a hospital in New West when it should have been one in Burnaby because I was a resident in Burnaby and plus I went crazy in Burnaby. Proper protocol says that I should be brought to the Burnaby hospital, not Royal Columbian. I believe the reason for this was because this would give the CSIS time to temporarily take over the staff at the psych ward at Burnaby Hospital, put CSIS plants there, so as to receive me. Of course, all this sounds too far-fetched, and in fact, to this day, I still don't know how they were able to accomplish it. My guess would be that the CSIS approached the head of the Burnaby Hospital and told them that they were conducting an investigation into a criminal/domestic terrorist or whatever, and that they needed cooperation from the hospital. Given that they are my country's premier intelligence agency and by virtue of being a part of the government of Canada, they have a halo around them and people naturally place trust in them. So the head of the hospital said yes to them. I think this is probably what happened. Anyway, I just learned that Burnaby hospital recently had a fire. I have no proof but my gut feeling tells me that this fire was set deliberately, to destroy any evidence that there was ever any CSIS involvement in the hospital back in 2009/2010. I don't want to get into details, but my experiences at Burnaby hospital were harrowing, and they made me realize that the CSIS treated their victims like how third-world countries treated their prison inmates. I had incredibly rough treatments thrust upon me. By the way, I befriended one of the CSIS plants while at the Burnaby hospital. He was an Asian boy, very nice and kind. I do not know his real name, although after hearing me tell my story, he gave me what appeared to be his real phone number. I wrote it down on my stomach so that the staff would not notice, then I went into the bathroom to try and write it down. They then pretty much barged into the bathroom, forced me out of the bathroom, to essentially try and remove the phone number by force. My memory is hazy, it's been more than 15 years ago now, but their roughness, savageness, the way how they displayed no regard for decency or my human rights, were etched in my mind forever. This nice Asian boy was also the one who told me that there were security cameras everywhere on the psych ward, and he was also the one who told me about the review panel which could set a certified mental patient free, a fact that they neglected to tell me about. It's like I said, they like to keep people/victims in the dark; they like it that way. It makes it easier for the feds to prey on people and people won't even know what to do. I have since lost contact with this boy, even though I did see him again at an outpatient mental health unit, because my mother told me he appeared "crazy" and that I should stop talking to him. I later learned that it was extremely likely that my mother had been in contact with the CSIS, that she was in cahoots with them, and both she and they did not want to me to have any more contact with this Asian boy CSIS agent for fear that we might strike up a deeper connection. By the way, I have zero proof that my mother's been bought by the CSIS, but I just have this very strong gut feeling that this was, and is, so.


I was certified pretty much ever since I came back to BC, this was around 2009/2010. I had been in and out of the hospital and was finally decertified in 2015 or so. During this time, I left many countless, tear-stained, heart-broken messages to Panzerfaust0, both on the public forum (by then totse had been taken down, the successor forum was called zoklet. Again, William and his friends should still have all the evidence), as well as in private, in the fake email address of Panzerfaust0 that was passed along by Some Girl/Olga. The email is Ihatemeaford@gmail.com. All these tear-stained, begging emails, begging him to talk to me again (this went on for 5 years), asking him to come online to help me get decertified so I could go to Toronto to see him again, and many many more such heart-broken messages, were all deleted by either the feds, or gmail itself. I will talk about gmail in greater details later, but for now, let me just say that gmail is probably in cahoots with the government just like Craigslist, it is a very dishonest email service provider whose sole purpose for existence is to monitor people's communications, which is why it's free. It should be incredibly expensive to run an enterprise like gmail, I mean, they have literally hundreds of millions of users, the total amount of correspondence and communication among them must be enormous. So how can gmail handle all that, without charging its users fees? The answer is, it must have someone with deep pockets backing it. And take a guess what all the mega-rich billionaires all have in common? Anyway, Gmail is free when it really shouldn't be. While we are at the topic of gmail, I might as well go a bit off-topic and talk about it more. I suspect that the higher-ups at gmail, are in contact with high-levels of governments in the West, just like those at huge companies like eBay are. They are what we colloquially call, the movers and shakers. They are extremely powerful and influential individuals, and they rub shoulders with one another, befriend and cooperate with one another, so as to keep power within their privileged circle. The CSIS, being a top-level intelligence agency in a Western country, is naturally in good relationship with the high-level management in Gmail. So, the latter must have gladly spied on me for them, not that they would need to much, because the feds already constantly watch me online, 24/7. I actually have some sort of semi-proof that gmail tries to "contain" me. I remember working at this restaurant a few years ago. My then manager asked me if I could take a shift, so I told her I would need to check my other commitments first, so I tried to log into my gmail account. This was from a totally different IP address from the one I had at home. So I entered my password correctly, but could not log in. I thought it was weird, maybe I remembered it wrong, but it shouldn't be, cause I had a pretty good memory of my password. But reality was I just could not log in. So I tried a few other different combinations, still could not log in. I remember thinking to myself, "Oh great. When I get home, I am gonna be locked out and I will have to go through a whole bunch of trouble to get my account unlocked. They must be thinking that someone was trying to gain unauthorized access to my account". But guess what? When I got home, I wasn't locked out. I wasn't even logged out. This was highly suspicious. You know how it is normally, when you enter the password to something incorrectly for a few times, they will lock out your account and will ask you to do things to prove you are the real owner of the account, so that they can prevent what they perceive as someone trying to gain access. But none of it happened. The only explanation I can think of, is that because I tried to access my gmail not from home but from a different IP address, even though the password was correct, they must have thought it wasn't me, it was William or one of his friends, trying to gain access. So they prevented access to their enemy (by then they must have come to view each other as enemy because the feds and the gmail management in bed with them know that William and his gang bear witness to everything the feds have done to me). In fact, after they tormented me with their gang-stalking in Toronto back in 2009, I tried to find help on the internet. I did not know back then what gang-stalking even was, I just looked up stuff in connection with the CIA, because back then to me, the CIA and the CSIS were pretty much one and the same, the differences were nominal. I found an individual's website that talked about how the CIA spied on and persecuted people, the details are hazy, but I remember feeling quite encouraged that someone also believed the CIA was evil, so I sent him an email, from my gmail account. And predictably, I received no reply back. I know that this isn't definitive proof that gmail intercepted my email to this person asking for help, but it seemed likely. It wasn't very unlikely an individual like that would just ignore an email like that, and I would say my email was quite reasoned. I no longer have my email nor that person's email address to prove any of this. I have zero proof, but I just get this general sense that gmail is not to be trusted, that it reads and intercepts people's emails, and the only reason such a behemoth is able to exist and continue its operations despite having to process literally billions of emails everyday, is because it has serious money backing it. And why would such big money want to fund such an operation? The reason must be nefarious. Which is why I have switched to proton.me. Proton.me used to charge people money, so I did not join. Back then I did not realize that the fact it charged money was proof that it was an honest operation. They were providing a service, it took money to run things, they had staff they had to pay, they needed offices and had to pay for the overheads that came with it, they needed to have servers, which cost a lot of money to maintain due the sheer amount of processing it had to do. You know what they say, "There is no free lunch", and, "When the product is free, you are the product". Whenever you see something that normally should cost money, such as Gmail or Craigslist, yet for some inexplicable reason it's free, then you should become very wary. You need to ask yourself where it gets the money it needs from. By the way, I have also stopped using Google the search engine, and have since been using Duckduckgo, a search engine that is very privacy-focused, just like Proton.me. And I have to say I really see quite a difference in my search results. Anyway, proton.me has another benefit, I believe its users' passwords were not saved on their servers, which is an extra layer of security for ensuring people's privacy. Proton.me is a company based in Switzerland, a country known for its stringent privacy laws. Proton.me takes people's privacy seriously, in fact, this is reflected in its many other related services, such as Proton VPN. Proton.me is now free, presumably because it has really taken off as a honest business, it has other streams of income coming in, so they don't need to charge people money for using their email services anymore. And personally, I haven noticed that ever since I switched from gmail to Proton.me, none of my emails have gone missing. And the help team at Proton.me is really attentive and kind, when I was yet again hospitalized, I sent out a few desperate emails asking for help, and they responded with care and follow-up questions. They did not just chalk my emails up to crazy talk. They just make me feel that they really care about their users. Plus it's completely free. But anyway, I got side-tracked.


They did many many more cruel things to me during this period, 2009/2010 to 2015. For example, Panzerfaust0 did re-appear towards the end, but he made fun of my gas problem. So, the boy I dearly loved so much, the one who I flew to Ontario for, just to see where he used to go to school, made fun of the most painful experience of my life. And it was because the feds/CSIS wanted to torture me for the sheer fun of it. I wrote countless emails to Panzerfaust0's fake email account, they saw all that, but they were not moved by my suffering at all. In fact, it would not surprise me if they quoted the emails to one another in the bar after work, to make fun of me. I also asked countless horary questions on this astrology forum (I am into astrology, and horary is a type of astrology techniques), questions about whether I would see Panzerfaust0 again. They saw all those questions (they watched me online 24/7. Still do), but they did nothing. Then they finally said something to me, but not as an any genuine act of either trying to alleviate my suffering or to say sorry for what they did to me, instead they tried to test the water so see how I would react, so see if they could get favourable terms from me, you know, to see if I would forgive what was done to me, or maybe something similar. I forget the details, it's been a really long time ago, but I remember it was a purely calculated move. They did it out of pure self-interest, to make things more convenient for themselves, not out of any concern for me or my suffering. Again, William and his friends should have a record of this and can corroborate my claim. When I was certified, I was forced to take anti-psychotics against my will, which caused my weight to soar. So, not only did they not apologize for that, they told me to "Go suffer". And finally, when it looked like there was no more use in continuing to talk to me, they told me, as Panzerfaust0, through the fake email account Ihatemeaford@gmail.com, to stop talking to him, knowing how much in love I still was with him. Around 2015 was when zoklet got taken down as well. Ever since then, I had been going to different online forums. I am quite certain William was able to follow me all over the internet, I don't quite know how, the only thing I know is that he must have been very good with computers. The feds were also still following me, they either put their fed plants in online forums I go to, or they try to befriend me through various channels posing as potential romantic partners. There was an individual by the (probably fake) name of Criz Duren, whom I met through the online game I play called Diablo 2. His email address is rajincajuncjd@gmail.com. A forum mod that is a possible fed plant is called Ballsalsa at the shroomery forum. He is the moderator at the politics sub-forum (Political Discussion - Shroomery Message Board) last I heard of. And then, through the highly suspect Craigslist site that I got my eBay job from, I encountered another fake job ad from yet another possible fed, by the probably fake name of John Kenneth Loucks. He was the manager at C-Lovers in North Vancouver, the address of which is 1660 Pemberton Avenue, North Vancouver, BC, Canada. He claims his date of birth is September 29th, 1982, around 4 AM (we used to be good friends, which is why I was able to obtain such intimate details). He is about 5 foot 10, brown hair and green-eyed, is part French and I believe part Norwegian. He also has a Facebook page. Now, C-Lovers is a franchise company. So, if my suspicion is correct that John Kenneth Loucks is yet another CSIS plant, then we should be able to find through the registration of C-Lovers through sleuthing, to see what connections to the CSIS we can find. Of course, we might encounter layers and layers in between that separate the business from the spy agency, thus ultimately insulating the latter from its sordid operation, but nevertheless, we don't know what we will find, until we try. The same principle also applies to the eBay training centre in 2006. The John Loucks individual, whom I was amorously attracted to, strung me along for 4 years roughly. He would talk to me in Battle.net chat (we both like to play games), he would be just out of touch, never allowing himself to be emotionally close, I guess it was because they did not want him to develop feelings for me like Panzerfaust0 eventually did. But, this Loucks individuals revealed that he wanted to have at least 2, 3 babies, even though he really did not appear to be the type who would be very gung-ho about the whole marriage and family thing, what with still being a bachelor at the age of 41. My guess is that the CSIS, instead of righting their wrongs, tried to take me out of the picture by giving me babies that I would have to care for. I don't know if the feds had managed to delete all my messages with Loucks in the Battle.net chat, but they hadn't, then there should be a record of our conversations. In any event, if we can find and rescue William, then he almost certainly should have a copy of it.


I don't remember when exactly, but I think it was around maybe 2018 or 2019, that I stumbled upon Gab.com. Back then, it was an online presence similar to Twitter/X. It billed itself as the alternative microblogging site to Twitter, and on it you could talk about things that would not normally be allowed on sites like Twitter. I have an account there under JessiWan. Gab.com has been taken over by feds around August 19th 2025 or thereabouts, I believe, because I suspect that William, someone with extraordinary computer skills, was likely an admin of it. But of course, the feds have abducted William, they most likely had tortured him badly enough for him to yield his password to his admin account. Anyway, on Gab.com, under my JessiWan account, I started to say even more things. Things of the kind that got me in trouble and got on the radar of my country's feds in the first place. You can probably still find my posts on Gab, probably, I am not sure, but if you can't, or if the posts you find are incomplete (I mentioned Jews a lot. If you don't find anything about Jews or some but it's not damaging/incriminating, then it means the feds now in charge have done something to my account), feel free to let me know, and I will email you a complete list of all my writings on Gab. During this time, William likely (though I cannot produce proof) wrote the articles on the Incel Wiki site (address: Incel Wiki, the encyclopedia of incel culture). He was probably the admin there too and had a discord server. His username was Altmark22. There was actually a page on Incel Wiki site stating that William was the then admin and major contributor of most articles there (William must have been a very educated and intelligent person), but the page had since been taken down, presumably because the feds did not want there to be evidence people could gather. I did not take a screenshot of it, but I remember seeing it, and I say the above as the 100% truth that it is. Now, the following is going to sound a bit improbable, however, I swear it's all true, and I was also not hallucinating. I believe that William knew I was visiting his site, the Incel Wiki site, since he too had been watching me constantly. So, he would write things there I knew were meant for me, that were alluding to me and my circumstances. I have no proof of this, in fact, I cannot even prove that the posts were making allusions to me, but I know in my gut they were. Actually, I believe William had reached out to me and tried to connect with me, starting from as early as about 2008 or 2009 or so, back when I was still talking to Panzerfaust0. I believe (though again have no proof), that William is about 6 foot 1 or so, blue-eyed, brown-haired, and likely an American. His email account is thirdeyemail@proton.me, although now that he's been missing/possibly abducted by his country's feds, the person now in control of this account is not him anymore. I believe William again reached out to me at the Diablo 2 game I was playing on Battle.net (his account was Sic7), as well as on this other forum I go to, D2JSP.org. But I rejected him both times, because at the time I was extremely resentful at people for hacking into my computers and watching me online. In fact, for a time, I thought everyone who was watching me online was a fed. I didn't know that good people were also watching me online. I guess he knew I was extremely angry at him and people like him. Besides, he wanted to spare me the pain and shame of knowing that he too knew about my gas problem, that must have been why he could only write those cryptic messages instead of coming right out and saying things to me directly. But with more and more time spent on Incel Wiki, and reading all the funny and cute articles he wrote and the cryptic messages he would send in them, I started to develop feelings for him. Through these cryptic messages that I sincerely believe were meant for me, I learned that he was interested in me romantically, wanted to marry me and have kids with me, even. But I never told anyone about it because I was scared they would say I was hallucinating/being delusional again because of my past reputation as a certified mental patient. But I knew what I saw. Things culminated in William registering on this yet another forum I go to (US Message Board ), under the user-name of Highlight. My user name there is MayorQuimby. We got to talking in private mail first, then we exchanged email addresses (back then I was still using my gmail account, I hadn't migrated to proton.me yet), then eventually we got closer, and I created a new email address at Proton.me, the one I am communicating with you right now, and I learned that his name is William, and that he is very likely on the US government watch-list. Almost immediately after he told me his name, he disappeared from online communications. He then re-appeared in about 11 hours later, likely because he had been abducted by his country's government and that was how long they tortured him for to make him give up both his password to both his email account and also presumably his admin account at Gab.com. When he came back, something about him seemed "off". I do not know William in a physical sense, we had never met in person, not even talked on the phone, but I read his articles in Incel wiki, and the way he talked in emails, I could tell this person was not him. He then said some really sketchy stuff, which further strengthened my suspicion that William's account had been taken over by hostile forces. Then, I started to panic. First I went to Panzerfaust0's fake Ihatemeaford@gmail.com account, which by now I had learned is controlled by the feds. I threatened them not to harm William or his friends, or face my vengeance. But of course, they did not care. Then panic set in even further, which culminated in me posting all my personal and contact information on Gab.com, around I believe August 22nd or 23 or thereabouts, which I believe had not yet completely fallen into the feds' clutch yet. I do not know when exactly Gab.com had completely fallen, I think it was the 25th or maybe 26th. I really don't know because my computer skills are very poor. But I remember making posts on Gab saying that William is dead (which was something I had proof of, because I was under extreme mental stress, having been horrendously persecuted by the government myself), I gave out my IP address, and some minutes later, I claimed (again, with no proof) that William had been tortured and sodomized and then murdered. By the way, I believe, though again have zero proof, that William had actually come to me in real life, in Burnaby, to see me. I saw a boy on Skytrain many months ago. He fit the description of William that I had of him a few sentences above: about 6 foot 1 or so, blue-eyed and brown-eyed. He was an attractive boy. If I ever see him again in person, I can recognize him for sure. Back then I did not know it was him/William, I just knew it was someone who knew me intimately, and the only way someone could do that was through online, because I practically live online and have a very active life online. He gave me a shy but very intimate look, a look that I will never forget. He did not approach me, just looked at me from afar, presumably because he knew the feds were everywhere surrounding me (though covertly), and they would investigate literally anybody who either talked to me, or I talked to. And then as I think back more and more, I pieced the information together, and realized that this boy I saw on the skytrain, was probably the one who reached out to me when I was still enamoured with Panzerfaulst0, who tried to make me go for him instead of the fed Panzerfaust0, whom he knew had bad intentions for me.


The next few days I was in extreme panic mode. Gab.com was defaced, with posts denigrating white people, calling them "goy" and the like, and William was missing. I started posting crazy stuff online and in email to his thirdeyemail@proton.me account, which I knew was now in feds' control. Finally things came to a head. I said to the feds who must have been watching the account, a pretty detailed account of what I knew they did to me, leaving very little details. It was similar to this email but a bit less detailed, and more emotional, but suffice to say, I said I knew what the feds had done to me, I told them William wasn't watching me online to embarrass me, he was watching me to protect me from being harmed by feds, plus I am guessing he wanted to bear witness to what feds do to me. I even told the feds that I no longer care about my gas problem being known, which must have really alarmed them. I bet that up until that point they were counting on me being too ashamed by it, to dare come forward with accusations about their atrocities, but then it hit them how strong my feelings for William were and more importantly, I seemed to be willing to become public. My gas problem was no longer holding me back. I was willing to do literally anything to save William. They knew they had to take me out somehow, because if either me or William come forward, it will do an extreme amount of damage to the feds. It would severely, severely tarnish their reputation in the public eye, not to mention even possible criminal charges for the things they did to me and William (William, as far as I do, did not commit any crimes. But they still had no trouble snatching him and then detaining him illegally). A lot of people in high places would go to jail, I am sure. So, the stakes were incredibly high, and so they acted. Now, the following is again going to sound very hard to believe, but please believe me, I am not making this up, nor was I delusional. I believe that either the CSIS, or maybe even the CIA, had somehow contrived to slip me a drug that is colloquially known as the "truth serum". To this day, I still don't know how they were able to do that. My guess is they had put plants in the coffee shop near my house that I go to regularly, just like how they put plants both at eBay, and Burnaby hospital. Anyway, at the time, I did not know I had been slipped the truth serum, I just felt weird and unwell. I still have a description of the symptoms, which I posted on d2jsp.org. And then, later that night, after 12 hours or so, I heard in my twilight sleep that someone was interrogating me and telling me things. They first convinced me that the CIA (they said the CIA, not the CSIS) was invincible and how I should stop fighting and just submit to them or some such. Then they told me to find William's friends (whom I call the little white boys. I had no idea about their identities or who they were, I just assumed they were white just like William) and to persuade them to surrender or something similar. Now, a little bit of background: there is a force online, particularly in spaces like Gab.com, that is a strong believer in gun rights. These individuals, mostly young white males, tend to be armed. They are also suspicious of the government and especially of federal institutions like the CIA. In fact, if my posts are still up on Gab.com, you will find many hostile posts I wrote about them. As for how the CIA was able to talk to me despite not being physically present: My understanding is that they are able to talk to people through the 5-G networks. Now, I can honestly say I am not making this up, because back then I did not even know what the heck 5-G was. I could not make this up even if I wanted to. But now, I know it was likely through this 5 G network that they were able to interrogate me and trick truth out of me. They asked me what I was most afraid of, and I told them I was most afraid of being tortured. Then I became drowsy. About 3, 4 hours later, I woke up, and the truth serums must have worn off, because even though I still felt a bit groggy, I could still remember the "conversation". The more I thought about it, the more disturbed I became, because I could not believe what had happened, but I had the distinct memory that it happened. I could not explain how it happened, either. So I started to panic.


I did not know what to do, because I was cut off from William, I did not know any of his friends, I had no friends in real life that I could talk to about this kind of stuff, either. So, I told my mom I wasn't feeling well, that I needed to go to the hospital. My true intention was to go to the emergency to slip paper slips into people's hand that I was persecuted by the government, and to ask them to please help me. I also wanted to let people know about William's abduction and his possible post as Gab's admin, so he could be rescued. So I went out, my mother followed me, and then did and said a bunch of really strange things. Now, I have always had a suspicion, starting in 2009, when I was first brought back from Toronto, that my mother must somehow been in contact with the CSIS. I suspect that they had given her money in exchange for her cooperation. And now, my suspicion grew yet stronger, because of the weird things she did and say. She would try very hard to get out of me which hospital I was going to, and how she insisted on walking me to the skytrain, using really feeble excuses, even though I told her very adamantly not to follow me. Anyway, I do not recall the exact details anymore, my mind was still very groggy, plus I was under extreme psychological distress. So, I went to the Edmonds skytrain station, and I started to write down my info, about William, asking for help....etc on the tiny slips of paper that I kept in my fanny-pack. I also obtained additional paper from my mother, who followed me despite being told not to. Then, I saw a security guard patrolling the station. I asked him to call the police, thinking that the police could help me. He dialed it on his phone for me. As I talked to the dispatcher, I realized that the police was in it with the government, too, as the lady kept trying to ask me where I was, where I was going, and she was telling me to stay there and how she would send some to "make sure I was OK", which to my seasoned ear, meant that someone was on their way to apprehend me again. So, I slipped one paper-slip that I had prepared earlier into the security guard's pocket, and hopped on the first train eastbound, the earliest train that came. While I was on the train, I passed out additional paper-slips to random passengers, some took them, some didn't. And during the ride, I was also in contact with my mother through my cell phone. She would again say really weird things, like which hospital I was going to, and just generally trying to persuade me to do certain things, the details of which honestly I don't remember now. I would ask her things like address to the hospitals nearby, such as the Burnaby hospital and Vancouver general hospital, and how to get there, but she lied (I am pretty sure) said she did not know, which was bull because she had gone to both hospital before. Especially the Burnaby hospital, she had gone there countless times when I was certified there for 5 years. By then, I realized that my mother was not to be trusted. The train continued to travel, to somewhere in Surrey. And then, two "police officers" came on board, they came straight for me. I knew they were fake officers because when one of them asked me what my name was, I told him a fake name Jennifer, but he immediately correctly identified me as Jessica. They knew me. He talked to me rather nicely initially, but when he realized I would not get off the train, he used force, and physically dragged me out of the train. I knew I was going to a hospital again, so I screamed out to the passengers: "Burnaby hospital. The government is persecuting me". I vaguely remember hearing him explaining to them that I was a mental patient. Then he made me go downstairs and out of the train station. Underneath there was already a police car waiting. They held me and removed my fanny-pack, all my stuff like ID, money, paper, bus-pass...etc. There was a passer-by who saw all this, and he told me to get a lawyer. I felt extremely grateful and thanked him. Then he asked the "police officers" for their badge numbers, which again I deeply thank him for, even to this day. Then, I was whisked off. During the ride, the "police officers" talked to me, but in a way that was "incriminating", or I should say, they guided the conversation in a way that would make me sound like I was crazy. I assume that there was a recording device somewhere. When I talked to the officer who did the rough-handling of me, and indicated that he actually truly knew what was going on, implying that both he and I knew I was innocent, that he was not a real police officer, and that he was probably given a sum of money to do this. He went silent. I do not have his name nor I do I remember what he looked like anymore. But I remember what he/they did to me.


Later that night, I was brought to what I was told to be the Surrey Memorial hospital. I said that because I wasn't sure. It was dark and I had not been to Surrey Memorial hospital before, certainly not as a mental patient. Anyway, so they first had me sitting in the hallway, with the two fake officers nearby watching me. I asked to either talk to my mom or a lawyer, but they refused both. I sat there for a while, generally feeling scared and helpless. Then, a "hospital staff" came. He told me that they would take me to a "waiting room", implying that there would be torture involved. So I started to panic. I told the fake officer who apprehended me that I would cooperate now. He told me it was too late. So I just sat there, not visibly shaking but on the inside I was absolutely terrified. And then some other "police officers" came, they handed me over to them. The second set of fake officers then took me to a small room. Then some lady came, offering me a cup of water, I thought it was kind of strange but at the time I did not know they were trying to drug me with the truth serum again. I turned her down. Then, I started to hear sounds of someone presumably being tortured. The sounds would get louder and louder and it went on for some time. This was presumably to frighten me into submission. I did not know what to do, but I did not do or say anything. And then, a lady came. I don't know her name nor do I remember her face anymore, I am naturally not good with faces, plus I had seen so many faces that night. She and I had a conversation, the details again I no longer recall due the extremely high stress I was under, but I remember it was something extremely unreasonable and coercive. It was probably something about how they would certify me, without allowing me to speak to a lawyer first. And then someone else came, I don't even remember who or what we talked about. And finally, a whole team of security guards came. They took me to a dark place. There must have been 6, 7 of them, forming a wall against me. They gave me two options, either to take some oral medication or an injection. They claimed that both were just antipsychotics, but I knew I was dealing with the feds again, and who knew what was really in them? So I refused. Then they threatened me some more. Finally I cried, saying that I was really scared, begging them not to force me anymore. They were not moved at all, and instead physically grabbed me and forced me onto a stretcher, where they injected me with a needle. I honestly thought they were killing me, that I was going to die, so I begged to talk to my mother. The stuff that ensued was a blur, I only remember that I ended up in a small dark room, I believe that they called it the seclusion room or some such, basically it's a containment unit for patients with unruly behaviours. Anyway, it was dark, and had basically no amenities. Only a lavatory and a mat on the ground, plus some food and water. There was probably the truth serum in the water again but by the grace of god, I for some reason did not drink it. So I just had some food. Then they took me out of the seclusion room, to a different area of the hospital. Now, the process actually took quite long, for a place that was in the same hospital as the other place. If I were to guess, hospitals nowadays all have this byzantine, maze-like structure where they keep hidden rooms for nefarious purposes like that.


Once there, again, my memories are now hazy, but I remember they temporarily put me in a bed in a hall way. This time I drank something liquid. Then, I gradually realized that truth serum truly was real (I had looked up something similar but thought it was semi-fiction) and I was again slipped the drug because I was feeling the same strange symptoms a few days ago, when I was first given the drug and had my true thoughts tricked out of me. I can go into details about the exact symptoms of truth serum and how long it takes to work, if others are interested. I mentioned these on the d2jsp.org forum I mentioned earlier, although I am not sure if that forum is still good. Now, here, they finally allowed me to talk to my mother, who again talked in a really strange manner. I knew she could not be trusted, so I dialed my brother's number. Now, my brother is a much more honest person than my mother, plus he really cares about me. I am pretty sure it would be impossible to bribe him to go against like that. When I talked to him, his voice was audibly shaking, like he wasn't sure. He never used to talk like that before, so again I became suspicious. Finally I asked him, is someone with you there right now? He stammered. At which point, we mysteriously disconnected. This is when I realized that my brother was probably compromised too and that the feds were in contact with him as well. I just don't know if they also gave him money or they merely persuaded him to cooperate with them because they told him his sister was a mental patient who got tangled up with domestic terrorists and they needed his help or some such garbage. Anyway, I don't believe my brother would ever sell me out for money, but he would cooperate with a law enforcement agency like the CSIS, because regular people naturally have trust and confidence in such an organization, a fact that the feds exploit ruthlessly. Then, I thought of this person called Peter Hunt. He was someone I knew through the most likely corrupt Craigslist, when I tried to enlist computer help a few days prior. He said really sketchy things right around William's disappearance, and just weird things in general, which made me suspect that he too was a fed. And this was confirmed, when I sent him a text asking him/them to keep me out of the hospital, to keep me healthy, so I can go find William's heavily armed friends who are now out for revenge because I led them to believe William was tortured, sodomized and then murdered. I told this possible fed that I would now be the leader of the little (white) boys (an affectionate term I have for William's friends, none of whom I know), in William's absence. Of course, the feds would not pass up such an awesome opportunity, but they had to do it in a way that left no evidence, besides, I suspect that William's friends could possibly see my cell phone conversations as well, because they were a tech-savvy bunch and either William or one of them must have hacked into my cell phone as well. So, we had a conversation, but it was off my cell phone. Not via text, so there was no evidence plus it was through the hospital patient phone, so Wiliam's friends could not eavesdrop on if they wanted to. And also, this is also where my suspicion got confirmed that the "hospital staff" were all fed plants yet again just like they were back in Burnaby hospital, because the staff who helped me with my phone did it in a way that I could not access my cell phone, that I had to move my conversation with Peter Hunt to the hospital phone. This staff I unfortunately no longer recall either his name or face, but I remember what happened. I also have Peter Hunt's phone number, I even posted it on Gab.com before it fell. Anyway, so Peter Hunt told me he would meet me in two days, but I couldn't wait. I knew by then two days was plenty for them to slip me more truth serum, and I badly wanted to avoid that. He also skilfully guided the conversation in a way that failed to confirm his identity as a fed, not that it would matter anyway, the hospital phone was in the feds' control, they were not about to put a recording device on their own phone. Now that I knew Peter Hunt could not help me out of the hospital, but I detected that the feds badly wanted me to influence William's friends, so I thought of Panzerfaust0, whose email account I still have. So I told the staff member I would like to have my laptop back I could contact him and to have him set up a website for me. I don't remember what happened in the next little while, but I remember he somehow managed to convince me to start journaling, aka to write stuff. Now, I did a lot of this back when I was detained at Burnaby hospital, I would just write and write and write, both to pass the time and to prepare emails to send to Panzerfaust0 to beg him to come see me. So the feds knew I loved writing. I also did a lot of it online, everyone who has ever watched me online knew I loved to write. So, naturally, I thought, hey, why not. So they gave me pen (or was it pencil?) and paper. Now, pay close attention to this. Writing is absolutely harmless and acceptable on even a psych ward, evidenced by the fact they had no trouble handing me pen and paper. This is important because at the subsequent place I went to, suddenly there was a problem with writing, a totally innocent activity. I will tell you why later.


So I started writing stuff in preparation for when I got my laptop back and could contact Panzerfaust0 again. I had always known that they had security cameras on hospital psych wards, and now was when I realized that these cameras must have extremely fine resolution, because I could tell they could clearly see what I was writing, and my script wasn't huge. Anyway, I could tell that when I wrote stuff that they approved of, they would have staff come almost immediately to give me tiny encouragements, the encouragements in proportion to how cooperative and beneficial to them my writing was. This was most evident when I voluntarily offered to let the doctor who was treating me at the time, Dr. Downie (whose face I still remember, though the name is probably fake) see my journals, they must have been exceedingly happy about that since it meant they now wouldn't have to pretend they weren't watching what I wrote. So I wrote and wrote, saying things like hey how are you, it's been 15 years, and stuff like that. I don't have a record of it because I tore it all up (more about this later) but if we could somehow get a hold of the security footage, they would be able to see what I wrote. But this is assuming there isn't yet another very convenient "fire" or maybe "flood" or maybe even theft/destruction by a disgruntled employee...etc, basically the things feds do to destroy evidence in a way that won't arouse suspicion. Anyway, so, eventually, I got stuck. I did not know what the feds really wanted, nobody could correctly intuit what others truly wanted perpetually, eventually it comes a time when one has to explicitly tell another person what his wishes are, but of course feds could not do that, they needed to maintain the pretense that they weren't feds. So I just sat in my bed, a bit confused and searching for answers. Meanwhile, they kept playing sounds of people being tortured in the background, presumably to give me the "incentive" to keep writing stuff that they wanted. Then they started to send people to give me little hints. I remember there was a guy who was likely Taiwanese, because he was making a phone call in plain view of me, saying things very audibly about how he wanted to be able to go back to Taiwan. So my understanding was that feds wanted me to tell Panzerfaust0 to move to Taiwan with me to set up the website (I strongly suspect Panzerfaust0 could speak Mandarin, even though he was Caucasian. Many feds are multi-talented like that). At first I could not figure out the feds' motive, why would they want that? Then it dawned on me: They wanted me to move back to Taiwan so that by the time the website is finished and I am no longer useful, they will have Panzerfaust0 or another fed murder me, and then abandon my body there somewhere. If they murdered me here in Canada, it would be troublesome because then my death would be investigated by the Canadian police force. But in Taiwan, the police force isn't quite as elite, plus, any news or information relating to my murder would be indecipherable to William's friends, whom I assume were all Caucasian and did not understand Chinese. Anyway, I became really scared. Then I wrote a bit more and just gave up. Then I started to become extremely worried, and this must have reflected in my demeanor because they kept sending plants to subtly teach me how to get myself out of the hospital. They were probably worried that I might lose my marbles. Then, I believe they gave up and was about to really release me, I suddenly "looked alive" again, because I thought of what I could do with Panzerfaust0, but they must have misinterpreted it, and thought I was just putting up an act earlier. They even had a East Indian female plant say that I "made a mistake". I still remember what she looked like. Anyway, things got worse, I suspect they got truth serum in my again, which I both feared and hated. So I explained in yet more writings what I did what I did, hoping they would forgive. But they didn't, evidenced by the fact that I did not receive any more of the little encouragements. Finally, they told me flat-out to stop writing and to go to bed, to just wait for Dr. Downie in the morning. But I knew by then it would be too late, the serum would have worked by then, they would have been able to find out more about my true thoughts. A few more things happened, one of which was the staff trying to grab the pages of my writings that contained the parts that they really wanted, I believe it was the part about how I confessed that I wasn't sure that William was truly tortured and sodomized before being murdered, and other important tidbits that they would really like. This is when I realized that feds were not to be trusted, because I plainly told them I was sincere in wanting to speak to the doctor and that I wanted to cooperate and reconcile. So, I tore up my pages, knowing that if they could not obtain written confessions from me, then they could not tell William's friends that he wasn't in fact tortured and sodomized, then perhaps they would be less angry. And of course, this would also mean I would no longer serve a useful purpose, and I knew they would summarily murder me afterwards. So I destroyed the papers knowing that this would literally save my life. As long as they did not yet have me publicly admitting I was wrong about William's painful murder, they needed me to be alive, and so they would not murder me. Then a few more things happened, in which I confronted a particularly nasty female "staff", whose name escapes me now but I will always remember her b*tchy face (pardon my language but I just hated her guts even though I have known her for not even a few days). The incidents resulted in me being hurled into a containment unit yet again, this time, they injected me with something that would knock me out. She also took off my glasses, presumably so that I could not recognize my rapists even if I wasn't properly knocked out. This room I believe was where I was either raped, or more likely gang-raped, and lost my virginity (I was a virgin at the age of 46. Up till this point, I had never had sex with a man). I remember pretty much nothing, except that in the dimness of the little room, a bunch of people, whom I assume to be men, came in. They asked what I wanted, and in a groggy state and with a half-incoherent voice, I said, "The media", which must have really angered them. This was most likely when they realized they needed to murder me. Remember, I had been slipped the truth serum yet again, and even though I don't know how long I had been in the dark room (I was knocked out), it must have been long enough for the drug to work. So they thought I must have been telling the truth, which I was. Thinking back, if I had said something like I wanted my mother, maybe they would not have raped/gang-raped me. I will explain later on why I believe I was raped/gang-raped even though I was drugged up and was generally insensible to my surroundings. I keep thinking about why they raped/gang-raped me. I believe the reasons were three-fold: 1. I wrote a bunch of posts online immediately following what I thought was William's death. In it, I said that I tried to tease him (I did. I won't get into details about it because I am too embarrassed by it) and how he knew I tried to tease him and how this fact could never be erased, even though he was now dead. Because we all know that past events in time are in-alterable. So, these feds must have thought that by gang-raping me, this too would be something that could never be erased; 2. they knew that William wanted to be my first badly (William knew I was very likely a virgin because he had followed me for decades and watched both my online as well as cell phone activities and he knew I had never had a boyfriend, ever), so of course they could not let him have that, because they hated him passionately, for being the admin at Gab.com, where I was able to post stuff that they really, really, really disliked. For details, ask me for a copy of all my posts on gab.com and 3. they probably figured they were going to murder me soon anyway, so they might as well gang-rape me, just to see what I was like. Anyway, I think these three reasons are quite probable.



Anyway, so sometime later, I woke up again, feeling absolutely no discomfort (I will explain later how it might be possible to rape a virgin without her feeling soreness or pain in her vagina). But then I noticed something about my body. I have always had a sensitive relationship with my body, I would detect the smallest change in it. There were also bruises when I had not been subjected to physical abuse. This plus the fact that the subsequent place they took me to, where there was a female "patient" by the probably fake name of Gloria Wiebe, who said some really strange things to me, these two things, plus a few more things I will talk about later, clued me in as to the fact that I was very likely raped if not gang-raped when I was knocked out in that little dark room where a bunch of men had come in. But please keep in mind that I have no direct proof, probably not even circumstantial proof, that I was gang-raped. All I have are these gut feelings. But anyway. Gloria Wiebe did not directly say to me that I was raped/gang-raped, but she did try to impress upon me the idea of not pressing charges against people who have gang-raped women. Which was just weird when you think about it. Why would someone say that to another person out of the blue? Also, she did not say "raped me", of course the feds would not say that, they were not about to admit to their atrocity, plus there was a chance that I might not have realized it but if they had said that to me, then I would get clued up. Prior to this attempt at swaying me to drop rape charges, I am pretty sure they attempted to murder me. Maybe even three times, all of which I dodged successfully, which is why they realized they needed to persuade me not to seek revenge. This is my theory. Anyway. My memories now are very hazy, because there were a lot of extremely stressful events, plus they had been making me take god-knows-what that they claimed were just anti-psychotic meds, which I doubt. Anyway, I remember she and another male patient by the name of Max were speaking deliberately in front of me, but in a really oblique, cryptic way, to show me that someone was displeased with me (presumably the feds' boss/es, the ones who are truly in charge. It would not surprise me that if I was truly gang-raped, these men not only gave the go-ahead, they probably even participated in the rape themselves). They dropped hints that offenders would either be murdered or tortured. But of course, never to my face and never explicitly. So I started to panic again. So I asked for pen and paper, which at the time was still allowed but later on was strangely not allowed again. I began to write stuff, in an attempt to assuage their anger and to ask them to spare my life. But I don't remember what I wrote exactly, I wrote a bunch, but I remember there seemed to be a confession of some sort, something that they would be satisfied with that would show any possible prosecutors and/or judges that I was not murdered. Because the next day, Gloria Wiebe and Max tried hard to trick me into a room that was known to have a broken security camera, supposedly so that they could gang up on me in there, murder me, and then break open the windows to make it look like I escaped. Speaking of which, the windows this place at Surrey Memorial hospital are really sketchy. They were ordinary windows, not the kind you would see at a psych ward. I was at Burnaby hospital's psych ward and the level of security offered by their windows there was vastly different from the ones here. I guess this is so that they could find some BS excuse about how I broke the windows and then escaped. So I became highly alert, and from then on avoided the room like the plague. There were a lot more things that happened at that wretched, frightful place, I don't even remember all of them, but I remember I eventually got on my bed, using the crayons and a highlighter pen (I think. Don't remember, it was something that they probably failed to confiscate), to write out all the info about the place being full of feds, about William's existence and his possible role as Gab's admin, about the contact info Gloria Wiebe gave me back when we were still relatively friendly (I think her email address was Gc.wiebe@icloud.ca, or maybe Gi.wiebe@icloud.ca or something like that, and she ran a whore house called Loving Yah, she asked for her contact info back once the feds realized I wasn't cooperative), about how the clocks at the "psych wards" were all wrong and had been tampered with, how they would only give me pens with the kind of ink that would disappear after a while, about how they hinted at murdering and torturing me, and how extremely frightful they all were, and a whole bunch of really incriminating stuff that all got recorded down by the security camera that was directly above every patient's bed. I remember the "staff", upon finding out (I bet the security cameras were the kind that records continuously, not the kind where it records passively and would need to be actively monitored by someone) that I had written extremely damaging stuff, that I even held up the paper closer up so the camera could see better, came to my bed with very menacing-looking security guards again. I don't even remember what was said, I just remember being threatened. I also remember doing absolutely nothing wrong, but they still had me out of the bed and take me to the seclusion/containment room again. There were many many nasty, underhanded, coercive, manipulative, frightening things they did to me, too many to list plus they were not really illegal, just highly immoral, I shall omit them here because of their technically lawful nature. I also believe they attempted to murder me two more times after the room incident, although I don't want to belabour them as I really don't have proof for any of them. Although if people are interested, I can still tell them why I think the way I do, but just please know that it's all based on gut feelings and conjectures.


Then, about a week or maybe two weeks later, I was transferred to Royal Columbian hospital. Which was highly strange because if they were going to transfer me, they should have transferred me to the Burnaby Hospital, because I was a Burnaby resident. Anyway, here, I encountered a "Doctor" by the most likely fake name of Dr. Lai. He was likely another fed plant, and he, just like all other feds, used his power as a doctor to coerce me into things that I really did not want to do. First he had his student doctors come and give me two equally unappealing options: to either go on a depot injection, or to go to daily witness dispense program, or face indefinite detainment (they did not threaten this explicitly, they just hinted at it). If I were to guess, the shots were to either wipe my memories or to incapacitate me so that I could note write like I used to. But then after my 1st shot and I got my first 4-hour pass, I made a post asking for help on D2jsp.org, and so the feds probably dropped the plan. By the way, I also posted yet more information about me, but this time, totally linking up my real-world identity to my JessiWan account on Gab.com as well as my D2jsp account. And I put all that on D2jsp.org. I bet this is why I am still alive and typing all this on my computer even though the feds are watching every stroke. They know that I am now un-killable. At least not until they find and round up and kill every single gun-owning white male in North America. Then "Dr." Lai would deliberately meet me only in rooms that had no security cameras nor voice recording, presumably so that his face could not be identified, nor his threatening language be recorded. But I still remember his face, if I see him again, I can identify him for sure. There was also a "nurse" by the name of Carmen I believe, who was an Asian girl, who also said stuff to me, but later when she came into my room with her face covered up in mask, hoping not to be recorded by the security camera. The "staff" there were all very dishonest, they all denied there was security camera and voice recording in patients' room, even though it was extremely unlikely because 1. these are standard features at psych wards and 2. this particular psych ward was very very new. There was no way such a new psych ward did not have these new features. Plus, after I had made yet more confessions to the security camera, these "staff" would react almost immediately, and always in context with what I said. Again, if one can somehow manage to obtain the security camera footage, they will at least see what confessions I made and what clues I left and why the staff tried so hard to convince me that there were no cameras. They were scared I would keep leaving clues and evidence of their wrongdoings behind. In fact, I would not be surprised if there would be yet another "fire" that would conveniently destroy all the camera and voice recordings. By the way, here at the Royal Columbian psych ward, they did something strange. They asked me to do a urine sample. Now, I am not saying they cannot do urine samples, but it's just that, it was a bit strange. I remember when I was first taken to a hospital in Toronto, I was telling my mother that I thought I was raped, and she told me to get the staff to give me a urine sample to see if I got pregnant. And now here they asked me to do a urine sample too, but of course, this alone was no proof of anything. However, when it was in conjunction with the indications that I mentioned earlier, things that weren't straight-up evidence but they nevertheless pointed to something, then it really made me believe that I was very likely raped/gang-raped. And what was even more suspicious was they later gave me a bunch of really strange looking pills to take, pills that I had never seen before at any psych ward as a mental patient, after I took the urine test. My guess was my urine came back positive that I was pregnant due to the rape (I believe it had been about roughly 2 weeks after I had left the dark little room where men came in. I know that hormone hCG could have shown up in urine by that time), so they had to give me the morning-after pill to abort the zygote, but of course, I cannot say for sure it truly was a morning-after pill, because being the virgin that I was up until the dark room, I had never seen one such a pill before. At the Royal Columbian hospital, the hounding continued. They would have patients say things like, "Are you sorry now?" to me, hoping to intimidate me. Of course, if I reported it to the staff, they could just easily explain it away: "Oh they are a mental patient; they say things like that, that's what they do". They also had "patients" there whose sole job was to threaten violence on victims, because they again could just explain the violence away easily when the truth is, they deliberately put those "patients" there to harm victims. In extreme cases, they can even have them kill the victims and blame it on the plant's "mental illness". There was also a plant there who would constantly thwart my attempts to connect with my brother, whenever they sensed that I was about to tell my brother everything. Another thing: all the phones at these "psych wards" were bugged and monitored by the "staff". And they would either disconnect the phone call or somehow find excuses to not let patients have the phone, if they sensed that the patient was about to make a really damaging phone call. I am just conjecturing again, but I believe I was drugged and then micro-chipped at this hospital against my will. More details available upon request. They also sent various fed plants masquerading as patients trying to befriend me and earn my trust, like like they did at all the other places, and the subsequent place I was transferred to, the Burnaby Hospital. By the way, I still remember one incident here extremely vividly. One day I was staying up, because I was extremely worried they might burn me to death. I had told my mother how I was gang-raped (which she did not even inquire about. This showed she was likely bought and was on the side of the feds). I knew that the feds were not above setting buildings alight to destroy evidence as well as to burn people to death at the same time. In fact I believe there was a religious order in the States whom they referred to as a cult, where the members were burned alive by the feds ( I read this on an online forum, from a poster whom I strongly suspect of being a fed, who saw nothing wrong with burning the opponents of government alive. He also literally said it should be OK to rape religious women, a sentiment that must have been prevalent among feds, and yet one more reason why they thought nothing of raping/gang-raping me), so I really panicked, and could not sleep. So I stayed up and waited by the door, hoping to just run to safety should there be a fire, since they told me we had to stay in our rooms after 11 PM. So I followed the rule and stayed in my room, although just behind the door, with my shoes on, ready to run out at a moment's notice. The staff realized it, and came to me, again with a wall of security guards, and forced me to take a sleeping pill, or risk being thrown in the dark room again. I tried to tell them that even though I was certified, and they as staff had power over me, they nevertheless could only use force to compel me to take an anti-psychotic, not a sleeping pill. But of course, feds were not to be swayed by reason. So they threatened me again and essentially forced me to take the sleeping pill even though it wasn't required medication and I told them expressly that I did not wish to take it. But I knew I had no choice. With a trembling hand and the prospect that I might be burned to death in my drugged up state, I said, "I love my brother and I love William", and with that, I took the pill.


Some time later, I was transferred to the Burnaby Hospital, and then a few weeks later, I was out of the hospital, though on extended leave. Once back home, and with William gone, the feds continued their illegal spying campaign on my laptop. They also take ruthless advantage of my ignorance of computers, doing things to cut off my contact with the wider internet community and those who could help me. They had an agent pretend to be William and talk to me through his (the real William's) email address, hoping to stall for time and see if they could contain me there by making me believe I was talking to the real William. I have no proof but I believe they either hacked or bought up some of the forums I go to, where William's friends could possibly be, thus separating me from them. It also would not surprise me that they bribed my mother some more to let them come into her house to do funny stuff to my computer, but of course, I cannot make this accusation because I have no proof. I also have no proof about whether they came in to put up some sort of firewalls on my computer so that William's friends could not see what they were continuing to do to me. But of course, with my poor computer skills, I cannot prove any of this. In the mean time I would write constant emails to William's email account, to beg, to make attempts at conciliation, to ask them to release William, to stop torturing him (it would have been almost two months) and how he was probably already insane by now but they still weren't stopping, the thought of which was causing me extreme mental anguish, which they saw but did nothing to alleviate. My guess is they were hoping I would commit suicide. These emails can all be seen here in my JessicaWang789@proton.me account. A few days ago, they had my mom contact the police. A police officer was dispatched to our house, presumably to scare me into shutting up, after I revealed in my email that I was possibly raped/gang-raped. I have no proof but I believe my email account is possibly the only remaining thing that William's friends can still see.


The torture of me at the hands of feds is still ongoing, I don't know when it will end. But I won't write any more because I want to quickly get this post out before they get the chance to delete any of it, like they had done with so many other things. You are very welcome to email me at my email address (JessicaWang789@proton.me), or ask me here, to ask for my real-life contact info, to inquire about my real-life identity, to make sure I am still alive, to ask me to corroborate everything I have said here. You can also freely share my story, and everything I have said and will say to you, both online and in confidence, with anyone. And please, I beg you, please help me, to find and rescue William. His email address is thirdeyemail@proton.me, his account on US Message Board   is Highlight, his account on https://www.freethought-forum.com/ is disobey. These are what I do know about him as concrete facts; whereas the following are merely conjectures: he is likely about 6 foot 1, blue-eyed brown-haired, American, likely in his 40s but I am not certain.



Some of the things I said here of my account could contain inaccuracies, however please realize that they are all honest mistakes. Either the memory is hazy due to passage of time, or my emotions were high, and I was under extreme psychological distress. Once again, I deeply thank you for your friendship at my time of desperation and extreme need. You are truly kind soul everyone. By the way, I will tell you about my other identities online, because I posted a similar letter asking for help elsewhere. You can go to these other forums to get a more complete picture what's going on with me, and also to check to see if I have suddenly stopped posting. At D2jsp.org (https://forums.d2jsp.org/topic.php?t=106933762&f=27&o=160), my username is JessiWan. At Shroomery.org (Being spied on and persecuted by the government - The Pub - Shroomery Message Board), my username is Joh.ke. My username at USMB message board (https://www.usmessageboard.com/threads/i-am-being-persecuted-by-my-countrys-government-please-help-me.1182557/) is MayorQuimby. As I ask for help at more different places, I will add more info to this thread. I have also started to ask for help in real life, and I will also add details of my progress here, just so that people can bear witness to my struggles. Thanks everyone.