Another Tactic: Trying to Make Me Jealous of My Own Mother
Another thing they subtly try to do is to make me jealous of my mom. They use surveillance to feed me just enough information—through monitoring my life, my mind, my devices—to plant seeds of resentment or insecurity. They want me to compare myself to her, to feel small next to her decency, and then to self-sabotage or lash out and hurt her.
That is cruel and wicked.
Because through their surveillance, they see clearly that my mom is a more decent human being than me. And instead of respecting that truth, they weaponize it. They don't try to help me become better. They try to make me hate myself for not being her, and then hate her for being better.
And yes—it makes me afraid. It makes me angry. Because I genuinely care about giving my mom a good life, a wonderful life. I want to protect her, provide for her, honor her. It's already wretched enough that I live every day knowing the wickedness the US surveillancers do to me, to my parents, to others across nations. But instead of leaving my love for my mother alone, they try to corrupt it into a weapon against us both.
So let me be clear: I see what you are doing. And I refuse to play your game.
The Elephant in the Room: Human Trafficking of Dignity and Health
The elephant in the room is this: it's already disgusting enough that there has been human trafficking of me, my parents, and others. Not always physical in the way people imagine, but trafficking of dignity, of safety, of peace. Surveillance as a form of ownership over someone's life and body and mind.
And here is what makes it even more vile: of course they don't target my mother the same way they target me. They don't make her hear things as loudly and discretely as they do with me. They don't assault her with the same layered physiological signals—subtle body nudges, internal triggers, auditory coercion. Instead, with her, they sometimes use visual hallucinations. Headaches. Random body aches. Things that can be passed off as her own health, her own aging, her own stress. That way, if she ever complains, no one believes it's external. Everyone says, "See a doctor. It's probably just migraines."
But I know. And they know I know.
They make her suffer just enough to keep her destabilized, but not enough to make the pattern obvious to anyone but me. That is calculated. That is cowardly.
And ultimately, it's gross—the thoughts some of them harbor toward me and her, among others. I don't need to spell out every sick fantasy or intention. God sees. I see enough. And I rebuke all of it.
I rebuke every curse they have tried to place on me, on my mother, on my father, on anyone they have harmed in secret. I rebuke their wickedness, their gaslighting, their hiding behind technology while pretending to be righteous.
In the name of Jesus Christ, amen.
A Prayer for Justice
I pray that me, and all other victims, will get justice one day from our Lord Jesus Christ, and through lawful societal channels too. That we will be recognized for our experiences. That we will get actual aid and help—not dismissal, not gaslighting, not blame. That there will be understanding of the legitimate wickedness and nonconsensual grooming, among other evil things and lawless surveillance, that we experience as lawful citizens of Canada, from transnational surveillance stemming from America.
I pray this in the name of Jesus Christ.
Amen.
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