THE UNIVERSAL SEDUCTION BOOK SERIES Vols 1-3
Over 60 top conspiracy researchers expose the NWO. They are
collectively named "Angelico Tapestra"
Out now! THE UNIVERSAL SEDUCTION Vol 3 -The most explosive book ever! 48
writers. New, more in-depth material on mind control, exclusive alien
abuctees stories, (incl military involvement), mind-boggling weapons data,
(incl scalar) and agendas for global mass subjugation. Includes "other
worldly creatures", a captive Gov't.scientist revealing all and the
frightening "illusional realities" created by aliens.This is a truthful
Excerpt from the chapter:
A TRIBUTE TO FOUR WARRIORS
SMILE – SPOOK-- SMILE by William Dean Ross
It was just another long week of giving 3 hour seminars to law firms across
the state. It was Friday; we were worn out and on our way home.
Just moments before, I sat outside the country club in the car reading an
ancient mystical book called the Zohar, before I started having strange
illusions and thoughts. At first, I suspected a psycho-reaction from the
book was having some mental impact on me. I had highly unusual delusions and
feelings of extreme anger. As a defensive reaction, I went inside the
Country Club to the bar and got an aspirin. The unusual thoughts pounded in
my head. I had a glass of wine, but still had the thoughts. In another
instinctive move, I went below ground to the golfers' locker room surrounded
by the metal lockers. Almost instantly the crazy thoughts went away.
I then went back upstairs and the thoughts came back, so I went back down
and they went away again. I recalled a white van with two men in it parked
next to me about 3 hours earlier, but they never left and were still out
there. So, I went upstairs again, this time going outside toward the white
van. When they saw me, they took off. The van had government license plates.
and looked like the type in FEM motor pools.
When the seminar was over, I packed up all of the books, video and slide
projector equipment and we left for a hotel. All of the sudden now, I
started getting dizzy and going into some kind of a trance. We heard a loud
crash and the car was wobbling off the road. We had just wrecked.
The white van at the Country Club just passed by---from behind us. I
remember the passenger in sunglasses; he was just smiling.
After pulling out my fender, getting a ticket and filing out an accident
report, we went straight to a hotel. That night the TV would not work right.
I disconnected the cable and tried local stations with homemade rabbit- ears
made out of aluminum foil; it worked.
We always carried lots of aluminum foil to cover the windows and make head
helmets inside our shower caps to protect us from most of the mind control
microwave transmissions they hit us with while trying to sleep. We had a
cute, portable, snap-together canopy made out of aluminum, space-age
blankets and plastic pvc pipes. The hotel cleaning ladies thought we were
just kinky, Star Trek fans. They always left the room smiling.
After I quit the government's occult-black, science project, my wife wrecked
the car at least a dozen times in one year. We always heard loud,
high-pitched pulses in the middle of the night. My wife lost all of the
hearing in one ear and the best specialists in this state are still puzzled
In some Extremely Low Frequency (ELF) Mind Control books (that show the
actual patents), diagrams or pictures illustrate a small area above the ear
as the target of directional microwave radiation. My wife's MRI and X-rays
verified that some broken arteries were found in that exact same location.
In the skyscraper in which she works, her office is in direct line of sight
with the antennas on the Federal Building, located in downtown in
Charleston, West Virginia.
Neighbors have seen strange cars picking up people out on these lonely
country roads near our house. We have filmed black helicopters and Cessna
planes dive bombing our house for hours a day, day after day and year after
year. The police and TV media totally ignored our pleas for help.
TV-8 and TV-3 did air some of my UFO film footage on the local news. All of
our computers, ham radios, TVS and electronic burglar alarms have been
destroyed by some force . . . repeatedly and just as quickly as I would
Poisonous snakes were put into the attic of our house and crawled throughout
the walls. Men from a termite killer company killed a few of them; I killed
the rest over two summers.
The roof and windows to the house have been ripped open from “them” trying
to bypass the burglar alarm systems.
They were putting something on my steering wheel and door handles that made
me deathly ill. With the aid of a radiation meter counter, we found that a
radio-isotope had been placed under our house. With this box placed under
your bed or under your car seat, you can get cancer in the closest exposed
Several times, men acting like carpenters or door-to-door salesmen would
stop by, trying to get me cornered in order to enact some harm to me; my
dogs always saved me. One outfit put two men behind the house, one of these
fellows sneaking up while the other emerged from his vehicle in an attempt
to hold my attention. A passenger had a sawed-off shotgun in his lap.
My dogs, in addition to my two previously hidden, semi-auto pistols, walked
them all down to the road. They had a white Chevy Corsica---a standard issue
to Russians, Germans, and India Gurka mercenaries who are here,
“purportedly”, with the Partners for Peace and Project Harmony---U.N.
projects. Some of these Peterson Mountain, M.J.T.F. camp assassins are doing
the dirty work for the intelligence communities now. These types always
recycle and return to their respective countries, so the murderers are very
difficult to find, if at all.
Non-lethal weapons from a spray can were administered to our cars. We were
going broke having new brakes and new engines put into our vehicles. My
wife's office at work had a mysterious smell that killed big plants and shut
the entire wing down for months. Experts stripped it and were baffled as to
the origin of this scenario.
Out in California we drove along the Pacific Coast Highway---overlooking 300
foot cliffs to jagged ocean rocks below---almost crashing a thousand times
as we drove 100 miles down from Shasta Mountain to San Francisco with
absolutely no brakes. They had been tampered with one night when we stayed
at the Russian Fort Ross Motel. The rental car company would not send
somebody up the treacherous twisting coast mountain road to help us. I
filmed this hectic ride all the way.
When we got to San Francisco, we swapped cars before checking into our
Hotel on the beach-boardwalk; we then went to eat. At dinner, three (3) men
sat in the booth next to us. One looked as bad as they come with a big scar
down his cheek. He just sat there giving me a killer's look. The other two
intellectual types just kept on smiling.
A couple of times federal agents tried to accuse me of felonies, and just by
luck I had witnesses and alibis and documentation to prove my innocence. For
six years, everyone from federal agents to state troopers to rent-a-cops
everywhere I went. The same people followed us to Cancun, Mexico, and to
Hawaii no less than three (3) times, appearing on five ( 5) different
islands. Sure enough, they were always smiling.
At this hotel, something strange appeared on the TV. It was a head---like a
dark host and in a garbled voice it called my name. During the night, we
heard drilling in the floor above us as we came back in from a late dinner;
they thought we were still gone. Out in the hallway, I turned and up the
elevator went a guy with a' spike-mike.' Because I am an ex-electronic
technician, I spotted it right off. I looked out the lobby window and there
sat his security and surveillance business van.
I went out to check the car, and in the snow on the windshield wiper, was a
hand -written note that gave two Clarksburg numbers for the FBI. The next
morning when I went down for coffee and donuts at the breakfast bar, a
couple of guys in suits just smiled belligerently at me. When I went back to
the room, a couple going into the room next to us had the same sneaky smile.
Other people that had Masonic and intelligence connections---who live close
to us--- knew every word said in our house. I found the bug on a neighbor's
telephone pole, transmitting at 50 meters. The telephone company rushed to
retrieve it before I could get it myself. Thus, they were cooperating with
the NSA, Masonic Black-Operations Department, thinking it was a DEA drug
investigation, of course. The telephone company employee simply put the
“bug” in his pocket and drove off smiling.
We have been mentally, physically, spiritually and economically violated,
assaulted and terrorized by the United States Government---continually, both
day and night. I still have chronic insomnia; I fear the night and am
without a career or disability now. I have to help and protect my wife with
her on-the-road job, selling professional liability insurance.
Our privacy has been violated so bad that I have just quit having sex. I am
not sure who is watching or how they are watching, but I am sure they are
Last May, a farmer neighbor called and warned me that three (3) black,
unmarked helicopters were dropping off men in camo-fatigues out on the hill
behind me. This went on for a month during wild turkey, spring, gobbler
hunting season. The horses, cattle, and my dogs pretty much pointed out the
exact locations where they were laying down---in the tall hay and grass of
my back pasture. They laid out there for hours each day, doing something,
as buzzards swooped down over them thinking they were dead. After about four
(4) weeks of this nonsense, I finally went out with a rifle and walked
toward them. They back crawled into the dark woods.
That “hit”, dry-run attack drill---whatever you want to label it---was
initiated after I had a few on-line arguments with the Future World Society,
World Federalist Association and Club Of Rome -“One World Order”-
think-tank, spin-doctors hanging out on the Internet web's foremost “Mind
Control Forum” posting list. Famous New Age authors, progressive futurists
with Black Operations connections put the hammer down on me because I was
talking too much.
While planting my garden, a small engine aircraft swooped down so low that I
could have hit it with a rake or hoe.
They have used on-line, silent, mind control to have people I know ask me
incriminating questions on the phone. My relatives and neighbors suddenly
turned against us and accused us of everything under the sun. None of them
have spoken to us for years since the inception of these accusations. My
wife and I had horrible silly arguments and my dogs were suddenly fighting
each other to the death. Birds would no longer land in our yard; we heard
strange humming, roaring and buzzing noises all of the time.
This isn't the half of it all! How much more do I have to take before I
Oh . . . you could just see the pilot's and co-pilot's faces as they zoomed
down on us; they were just smiling! So remember, when you've had enough and
the game is over, do as they do, and while doing it . . . just keep on
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