An Anatomy of a Psyop War

(This article is still in the process of being completed and edited. These words are lived experiences, written through the power of the Word of God and the perseverances of Christ in my life, guided by the Father above.)

“And Jesus entered the temple and drove out all those who were buying and selling in the temple, and overturned the tables of the money changers and the seats of those who were selling doves. And He said to them, ‘It is written, “MY HOUSE SHALL BE CALLED A HOUSE OF PRAYER”; but you are making it a ROBBERS’ DEN.’” (Matthew 21:12–13 NASB 1995) 

"If any man destroys the temple of God, God will destroy him, for the temple of God is holy, and that is what you are." (1 Corinthians 3:17 NASB 1995)

In recent years, the phenomenon experienced by Targeted Individuals (TIs) has drawn increasing attention, characterized by psychological, technological, and spiritual forms of persecution. From my perspective, what is being done to TIs represents a larger agenda—the refinement of what Scripture describes as the Beast System, a mechanism of control that may one day define the experience of many during the Great Tribulation.

In my understanding, this system seeks to enslave the human soul, drawing individuals into spiritual bondage and separation from God. Those who take part in perpetuating such oppression may not realize that by ensuring the captivity and failure of God’s children, they ultimately condemn themselves. For if they—those in whom the Spirit of God dwells—cannot escape the grasp of the Beast, then those who serve it certainly cannot either.

God tells us that He will destroy His enemies—Babylon, the Woman, and the Beast—who have enslaved humanity and targeted people like you and me, those He has called to His service through our testimonies.

At present, I am being misused as a global political scapegoat, subjected to what is known as Gamma programming, under the broader MK‑Ultra psychological warfare framework. In the MK‑Ultra / psyop world, “Gamma programming” is said to be an especially cruel form of mind control: it fragments identity, suppresses memory, enforces compliance through layered trauma, and—according to certain sources—involves demonology, spiritual entities, or occult practice as part of the control matrix (They Know Not What They Do: An Illustrated Guide to Programming Mind Control, Wheeler and Springmeier).

These sources claim it is not only psychological but also spiritual warfare, using deception and disinformation to blur reality, to confuse their target political enemies and make them doubt what is true, evident, or real by maligning the MK Ultra victim.

Recruitment video made by the 4th Psyop Group, the very soldiers operating the psyop in my mind, designed by the CIA, and used by UKUSA and their allies across the globe to worship Satan in order to gain power and glory, seeking to please him through the torture of the souls of the children of God and all those called unto His salvation.

The Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of men, and they bore children to them. Those were the mighty men who were of old, men of renown. Then the Lord saw that the wickedness of man was great on the earth, and that every intent of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. The Lord was sorry that He had made man on the earth, and He was grieved in His heart... Now the earth was corrupt in the sight of God, and the earth was filled with violence. God looked on the earth, and behold, it was corrupt; for all flesh had corrupted their way upon the earth. Then God said to Noah, “The end of all flesh has come before Me; for the earth is filled with violence because of them; and behold, I am about to destroy them with the earth.” — from "The Corruption of Mankind" (Genesis 6:4–6, 11–13, NASB 1995)

A Case of Mind Kontrolle Ultra

In understanding my country’s complicated place in global intelligence history, I came across an article titled “A Brief Look at the CIA in the Philippines” published by Positively Filipino Magazine. It offers a revealing glimpse into how deeply the Central Intelligence Agency’s influence has been woven into Philippine affairs since World War II.

According to the piece, the Philippines became a strategic intelligence hub for the United States, with the CIA conducting operations across Asia through the American military bases in Clark and Subic. During the 1950s, the agency was actively involved in counterinsurgency efforts against the Hukbalahap movement. This was largely orchestrated by Colonel Edward Lansdale, who introduced psychological warfare methods and advised then–President Ramon Magsaysay—tactics that would later be replicated in Vietnam.

The CIA maintained intimate knowledge of President Ferdinand Marcos’s declaration of Martial Law in 1972, aided by informants within his circle. Its operations were also supported by front organizations like the Asia Foundation and several business entities used for propaganda, logistics, and recruitment.

Even after the fall of Marcos in 1986, U.S. intelligence maintained its foothold in the country through soft power initiatives—particularly via USAID, the National Endowment for Democracy, and affiliated NGOs. Although the closure of American bases in 1992 appeared to mark an end to direct military presence, surveillance operations merely evolved, shifting to communications monitoring with the NSA’s collaboration.

While the CIA’s presence in the Philippines may now appear subtle, its legacy persists—in our politics, institutions, and even our national psyche. It is a sobering reminder of how power, once invited, can quietly remain long after its supposed departure.

Jason Bourne to me represents Christ's children. His profile mentions him as demonstrating resistance during admission process. This is how my struggle looks like when I am spiritually and mentally hacked.

During my elementary years, my family loved watching movies—back when VHS tapes were still the norm. I grew up immersed in films and series about robots, artificial intelligence, war, espionage, and adventure, along with Korean dramas and Japanese anime. Among those I cherished and still remember, especially those that later felt connected to my targeting, are The Lion King (my first movie), The Sound of Music, Anne of Green Gables (series), Heidi, Artificial Intelligence, Inside Out, Angelic Layer, Trouble Chocolate, Spy Kids, The Parent Trap, Harriet the Spy, Minority Report, Rush Hour, Baby’s Day Out, Amistad, The Killing Fields, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Drunken Master, The Mission, Meteor Garden, Naruto, The Bourne Series, The Lord of the Rings, Princess Hours, Yamato Nadeshiko (The Wallflower), Special-A, Wanted, Salt, 3 Idiots, Sherlock, The Tourist, Hanna, Iris, Sungkyunkwan Scandal, Healer, Dream High, War of the Son, A Beautiful Mind, Lookout, Chicago Typewriter, Silicon Valley, Mr. Robot, The Favourite, K2, It’s Okay Not To Be Okay, Every Child Is Special, PK, Biohackers, The Great, 3 Body Problem, Navillera, Extraordinary Attorney Woo, Oslo Diaries, The Chosen (which I highly recommend), And the Breadwinner Is, and finally, Our Unwritten Soul (which I have only previewed in a few episodes).

In the months I sought to uncover my calling—whether I was meant to serve as an instrument of God or, as my tormentors have claimed, as part of Satan’s end-time army—I tried to discern the meaning behind what they call my “codes” embedded in my daily life, particularly within the books and motion pictures that have deeply moved me.

They have long insisted that they have controlled my life from birth, even claiming to have orchestrated my father’s sin that supposedly led to one of his children being cursed—me, his once-favorite daughter and mirror image. UK agents have long claimed that my beautiful soul was carefully crafted by them, yet their treatment of me throughout my experience as their so-called “monarch slave” has been nothing but hurtful—entirely contrary to the care and admiration they professed.

Yet I cannot accept their assertions. How could the very influences that have shaped, inspired, and beautifully educated me come from those who despise me? I can only hope—and deeply believe—that the reason this is possible is because there are good forces working on God’s behalf for my eventual release from Babylon.

In my desire to overcome the unprovoked hatred of UKUSA and their allies toward me, I sought to understand why I had always been drawn to spy and action films—stories often centered on assassins, or “Greys,” who ultimately find their way out by defying their corrupt programmers. I have come to believe that this was not coincidental but preparatory—for this very moment in my life as a targeted individual, entrusted with the charge of Jonah: to proclaim God’s message to the spiritual Nineveh, that many might still be saved, beginning with the men within the intelligence community.

I have always believed, and God has confirmed, that He allowed these creations that can only be inspired by God to be part of my story so that He Himself would defend my place and honor as the Queen of the South—the one sent to Babylon, His daughter in Zion, to whom He has given authority through a significantly consequential position of power.

I now see these experiences as signs that God has hidden along my path so that, in His appointed time and even through the thickest fog, His sovereignty would be revealed—that He can overcome His adversaries even within their own realm of symbolism.

As of today, they protest, declaring that I am the grand deception. I cannot help but laugh at the thought—that the very deception they claim to despise is the one they constantly watch, tirelessly gathering their so‑called “intelligence.”

As part of my adversaries' deception, acting as spies or psyops operatives, they continuously implant falsehoods into my mind or project thought‑patterns and brain‑wave signatures that are alien to my own nature—contrary to my authentic mental and spiritual identity.

Compounding this are what I can only describe as malignant AI “chatterboxes,” systems that mimic the Chinese Room scenario: outwardly appearing intelligent, but operating like malignant tumors. These mechanisms seek to tarnish my character, and to achieve this they attempt to destroy my reputation by replaying episodes of my past sins or humiliations—moments I have already overcome and for which I have been forgiven by God—simply to access or trigger painful memories.

They even fabricate false memories, or manipulate true ones until they appear false, presenting them as if they were naturally arising from my own mind, when in truth they are merely passing through it. It is as though my head is connected to a network of computers, and these thoughts are not my own.

In truth, this is what I have come to understand is really happening: it often feels as though there are people astral‑projecting into my being, overriding my own brain‑wave signature with theirs. Even when I am calm, I may find myself speaking as if I am angry. When I do not wish to laugh, a sudden laugh may erupt through me, as though someone else were animating my body against my will. It feels like a kind of spiritual hacking—someone else’s brain signature imposed upon mine—so that I am made to act like a different person altogether.

The only moments of release I experience are when I call upon the name of Jesus Christ, God the Father, or the Holy Spirit. In those moments, they seem to leave and detach from my spirit. I know it is entirely possible to lose control of myself when “hacked” in this way, but I also know that God, in His perfect justice, understands what is happening to me.

Perhaps that is why He is so lovingly merciful: even if sarcasm bursts from my lips or my voice rises in sudden anger, He remains gracious toward me, seeing my true heart. Time and again, He comforts me through His Word, especially in the prophetic books of Scripture, constantly telling and reminding me that He will rescue me.

What is my crime at the age of three—and what is my crime now, at thirty-one—that I should be regarded as a global threat, even branded a “terrorist,” undeserving of freedom? Was it when I used someone's name on three anonymous confession websites and on another where I dropped her phone number already found on one of her platforms, an act born from provoked anger toward her whom I believed had taken away my boyfriend’s loyalty— a mere prank to others.

I was trying to probe her, but when her replies became curt and dismissive—mere “yes” or “no” answers without explanation—it deepened my doubts and fueled my emotions further. So I used her name to insinuate something I should not have yet did not say. It remained in my mind. I said something which goes like: "I can teach you English or even more!"

That incident, which was later erased from public record perhaps by my very kind guardian angel, became my lesson in repentance. I still remember April Fools’ Day of the following year not long after the incident, when I stumbled upon a Facebook profile bearing my name but displaying the picture of a promiscuous woman. I took it as my punishment and vowed never again to seek revenge—and I have kept that vow ever since.

Even so, when I could not work due to CPTSD, I thought that perhaps that was further punishment hadn't she been able to find a suitable job when her name remained on those sites. When the targeting became overt and I was impersonated on Twitter on three separate occasions, I was reminded of her once more.

Perhaps I became a political scapegoat, endlessly tormented in mind, because I had once copied a slogan and a short yet distinct political poem. Also on one occasion, I was unable to properly rephrase the sentences I had included, so I hid the source in an English term paper that I submitted at the end of the term. It was not done out of malice, but out of mental exhaustion and pressure—the kind that leaves one’s mind blank and desperate to deliver something before time runs out.

As with all of these, I felt deeply sorry until I asked God for forgiveness—and He forgave me, lifting the guilt that had long troubled me. Beyond that, my so-called “offenses” have been no more than what countless ordinary people do: watching films through streaming sites like Putlocker or 123Movies—platforms often taken down and rehashed—or downloading free software from sources such as Bit Torrent. Nothing more.

Today, I have the right to live a life beyond being confined to my bed, reduced to a mere listening device for my country in a greyzone conflict that benefits others and never my self. Who decided that I was my own nation’s enemy since the age of three? I have been treated as such, even though I have never been one to concern myself deeply with politics.

I believe I should be entitled to my human rights — the right to think freely, to exercise my own will, to rest my mind when I choose, to learn and to remember (or forget) at my own pace, to live in peace and prosperity, and to retain the gifts that God has bestowed upon me before they were taken away.

Judgement of God

By the end of May 2019, what I had long perceived as a curse began—a seeming chain of misfortunes that unfolded thereafter. The man who had once acted as my only friend and mentor during a difficult period in my apprenticeship had, in truth, cursed me. After taking advantage of me, he sent me a look of hatred—an evil eye—that marked the beginning of much more suffering.

I unofficially retired in September that year, before even beginning my career as a newly sworn-in licensed architect, following the onset of clear symptoms of complex post-traumatic stress injury. However, I still devoted myself to hypothetical architectural and interior projects, even if I failed to finish them. I had sent out my résumé a dozen times, yet when I was finally invited for an interview, I couldn’t bring myself to show up.

In early 2020, one opportunity did arise—a position as an Assistant Architectural Researcher at one of the top architecture firms in the country, known for its visionary approach to meta-modern architecture. It was such a rare opening that it felt as though it had been made for me. Yet, as always, my impostor syndrome crept in. I told myself I probably wouldn’t be able to perform as I once did—not with this mind still struggling under the weight of PTSD.

Before, I do often found myself believing I was not enough, despite the fruits of hard work that had once proven excellent, or at least worthwhile. But this time, it was different. Feeling the weight of this curse upon me—I felt as though I had lost my mind to an invisible buzz in my head that kept me from focusing or thinking clearly.

In desperation, I turned to various ways of trying to lift what I believed was a curse: Hindu chants, the use of eggs to detect negative energy, and so-called white spells like “return-to-sender” boxes. I even touched our tree to transfer all the negativity—a practice I later learned was akin to what they call forest bathing. I read tarot cards to seek answers about my future and even practiced a kind of reiki, as though gathering healing energy into my hands.

“My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge...” (Hosea 4:6 NASB 1995)

Deep down, I knew these practices were forbidden by God even before I turned to them. I knew they were not of Him, that their source was demonic, for such works ultimately come from Satan. Yet in my blindness and suffering, I had forgotten what I once knew so well. I was desperate for relief, unaware that these things would only invite greater curses into my life. Yet God has since reminded me—the enemy had already set his eyes on me from as early as the age of three.

The day before the worldwide spread of Corona Virus and quarantines began—my truest friend, after eleven long years without contact, traveled all the way from Batasan Hills just to visit me and offer comfort in a time of great need as if help sent by God. That simple act of friendship revived something in me and my days took on a different rhythm.

As it was before, she gifted me a copy of Dale Carnegie’s How to Stop Worrying and Start Living, which I read and carefully annotated. Through that book, I found myself returning to reading—rekindling a habit I had long abandoned during my busy years in the architectural field.

I immersed myself in fiction and self-improvement books, using them to heal and strengthen my mind during the long months of isolation. She was willing to help me secure a job through her friends’ connections in the construction field, but after the first period of global quarantines, things would never be the same for me again.

By April 2020, while I was desperate for human connection—but too ashamed to share my state with those around me—I turned to 7 Cups of Tea for mental health support, hoping that talking, sharing, and connecting with others might help. I was matched with a Palestinian living in Jordan, working at an airport, who later I realized might have been a courier agent.

He narrated to me how Israel had taken hold of their land and displaced many people, explaining the source of his sentiments and his lived reality as a stateless person. It was the first time I learned about the history of Canaan being divided into two nations: Israel, the people of God, and Palestine, whose origins trace back to the Philistines living there before them.

I sought to understand what my father thought the Bible said about this, as it seemed that when God gave the land to Israel—displacing many—He had allowed an injustice that has fueled wars up to the present day.

While still on 7 Cups, I began hearing voices by August 2020, and though I was not formally diagnosed, we all came to understand the persistent voices and paranoia as manifestations of schizophrenia, for which I have since been under medication.

In that same month, I was relocated to my aunt’s home, where Ate Joy cared for me and ensured I took my daily medication, being a nurse herself. She was codenamed “Finland” because, since 2021, she had been working there as a nurse—a name that also came to signify my final destination, representing a loving and very humble spirit who would one day rejoice after overcoming the spiritual battles of the great tribulation, as Christ has called us to do in the end.

In “Three Muses” by Benedicto Cabrera, the lady marked with the number 7 reminds me of Ate Joy; the figure in the middle resembles Anna; and the third lady, draped in orange, brings to mind Gale—who once quietly harbored resentment toward me due to envy, though she later left me a note apologizing for it. She would later come to represent Ada to me.

Around that time, my father and mother—who had recently left that former church in our satellite Baguio branch—opened our home once again for others to gather and continue the work of Christ. Although my father felt disqualified from pastoral ministry, he chose instead to be called a brother rather than a pastor.

When I was invited to the fellowship, I felt “qualified” once more to join the believers, and I willingly participated, especially since the gatherings were held in our own home. I attended weekly with others, and during my first meeting, my father delivered a message on The Beatitudes. Each morning, I spent time reading the New Testament, and through this, I found the strength to forgive the person responsible for this cursed condition.

Yet, when it seemed that a former churchmate might soon join our fellowship, I felt a deep sense of shame in the absence of any clear purpose or occupation, and so I withdrew and stopped attending. My spirituality, at that time, remained dry and lacking—a faith without a living relationship with Christ.

In 2021, I revisited Mossad, a book I had purchased in 2019 before my board exam but never finished reading. I found myself deeply fascinated by the world it described. For a moment, I even imagined that if I were not meant to pursue architecture, perhaps I could belong in the world of intelligence work. Out of curiosity, I visited the website of the National Intelligence Coordinating Agency (NICA)—the Philippines’ central intelligence body—but found no open positions at that time.

Later on, I sought to find any online material about them and came across a report suggesting that they do not as “agents” or “spies,” as I had initially understood, but rather as “couriers.” This term implies that they do not conduct analysis but instead relay messages—such as "to travel to London" and to receive instructions there. At the time, I found this revelation perplexing. I had assumed they were what is publicly known as human intelligence operatives (HUMINT), acting on behalf of the nation. However, the report implied that they might instead serve as intermediaries receiving information from foreign intelligence.

The same account mentioned historical events involving international and local political dynamics, including references to CIA's involvement in the Philippines on the coup of 1986 to ouster and exile President Ferdinand Marcos Sr. and his family to Hawaii.

In this light, I have come to perceive that the NICA may have already come under the CIA's influence before and since the political transition of 1986, from President Marcos to President Aquino. Since then, it appears that NICA has followed the direction of U.S. intelligence operations, including programs concerning myself.

In that year, it seemed as though I had finally let go of my cares—except for a brief period in August, when the voices returned but soon subsided after I resumed medication. That year became a true turning point—a time when I felt I had at last found rest after years of deep wounding caused by bullying, betrayal, and the unexpected psychological and emotional abuse from loved ones, friends, and acquaintances whom I once believed I would always share good relationships with.

Throughout my childhood, I was deeply enamored with cinema, motion pictures, and dramatic television series. I consciously avoided trending topics, finding little appeal in their fleeting nature. My sole indulgence in popular culture was the occasional catchy melody, such as The Chainsmokers’ Closer, which captivated me with its infectious rhythm.

However by 2021, my mind already felt like mush—as though I could no longer grasp even basic concepts in statistics when I ambitiously attempted to study Data Science. Because of that, and the lack of meaningful activity, I turned to entertainment.

I found myself following stories about Princess Catherine of the United Kingdom, and, to my own surprise, even grew to dislike Meghan Markle, though I had previously cared little for celebrity figures or their drama. I became absorbed in reading tweets about a few actors, including Timothée Chalamet, but later felt deep regret and repentance for this brief lapse into what I recognized as idolatry. I came to rue even opening myself to social media simply out of boredom. Yet I kept on looking for something to do. I could not let myself die.

So around the second-half of 2021, I edited biographies on Wikipedia, focusing on actors I felt were underrated despite their exceptional talent and skill. These actors and the movies where I first discovered them were Daniel Bruhl (Das Weisse Rauschen or The White Sound), Freddie Fox (The Riot Club), Josh O'Connor (The Crown, Season 3), Mike Faist (Panic), Brian Cox (Succession), and Skandar Keynes (The Chronicles of Narnia).

I sought to highlight qualities in them that might have escaped public appreciation—though, in hindsight, I realize that some of the data I included for the sake of credibility should have been left untouched in their original sources.

The psyop officers later made me realize that the reason I did that—apart from the limitations of my disabled mind—was because I had long felt underrated myself. Instead of receiving gratitude and respect, I was met with undeserved hatred born out of their misplaced malice. Unbeknownst to me, they may have been under the influence of mind control—perhaps through the Five Eyes network or the automated, systematic MK-Ultra–type hivemind system connected to my life.

In the middle of September 2021, I found myself begging God for mercy, pleading with Him to change my impossible situation. I cried, bowing and kneeling before Him on my bed, singing songs of faith such as “Waymaker” and “In Jesus’ Name.” In my heart, dry and weary from the struggles of life, I prayed, “Lord, please send rain.” By that, I meant blessings—renewal, provision, and hope. I thought to myself, Haven’t I tilled my land well enough? Haven’t I worked hard and persevered through everything? Shouldn’t I be very blessed by now, Lord?

In my youth, I have resolved to distance myself from news media, which often brimmed with negativity, malevolence, and distressing realities that I found deeply unsettling. Instead, I chose to focus on the more uplifting aspects of existence, embracing the beauty and positivity that life still offers.

It was during my history class in 2011 in Baguio that I first encountered the idea that much of what historians, such as Ambeth Ocampo, had written about the Philippines' Martial Law period (1972–1981) up to the People Power Revolution in 1986 might have been a version of the truth shaped by certain narratives. Later, I came across a video presenting an alternative account of those events—one that resonated with me because it seemed to make sense, especially when I considered how the Philippines did not appear to progress significantly in terms of infrastructure after the ouster of President Ferdinand Marcos Sr.

I was deeply impressed by what I perceived as his accomplishments in national development and economic growth. When I learned that the EDSA Revolution remained peaceful because he had instructed his soldiers to go only to disperse the crowds and not to shoot—and that they could refrain from participating if they so chose—something about it just clicked within me.

From then on, I began observing his family, particularly Bongbong Marcos, who, to me, seems to possess the wisdom and intellect of his father. I especially recall his “not guilty” verdict during the trial by public opinion of Chief Justice Renato Corona in 2012, a stance shared by only two others, including the brilliant and discerning Miriam Defensor Santiago, who had previously served as a judge of the International Criminal Court (ICC).

From Oplan Jericho to BASILHAYDEN: Just like Chief Justice Renato Corona, who was condemned through a trial by public opinion, I too have been judged and treated unjustly and in the same way today. What exactly was my crime at the age of 3?

Since then, especially during the 2016 Philippine election campaign, I have watched a few video clips showing how the Marcos family conducts themselves with grace toward the Aquino family and their supporters—those who were responsible for their unjust persecution. Year after year, the latter seem to remind the nation of the pain of EDSA, as if unable to move on, as if to sustain only the spirit of resentment.

My perspective about politics further solidified after watching the South Korean television series Iris in 2014. The show illuminated a sobering truth about politics: events are meticulously orchestrated, rendering public spectacles a mere facade. By engaging with such displays, I realized one risks succumbing to their carefully crafted narratives, surrendering critical thought to external influence, much like those captivated by transient trends.

"In politics, nothing happens by accident. If it happens, you can bet it was planned that way." (Director Baek San, Iris 2010, Episode 12)

My initial interest in politics only emerged during what I perceived as the onset of a psychological operation surrounding the Ukraine conflict. In mid-December 2021, I was struck by the United States’ defense budget, which reached an astonishing $770 billion, prompting me to question the rationale behind such an immense allocation.

The day before New Year’s Eve of 2022, I was suddenly overcome by a wave of paranoia, feeling as though I was being hacked. I had long carried this fear ever since I came to view the man who had cursed me as a powerful figure—a freemason with considerable influence, capable even of hacking me out of vengeance for having confided to his friends, though not in full, about what he had done to me. He had once boasted about being an expert hacker, and that memory haunted me.

In my anxiety, I turned to an online packet-sniffing website and discovered what appeared to be connections not only from neighboring Asian countries but also from a server or brand associated with NATO. Believing I had found proof that I was being targeted by a criminal shadow network, I hastily tweeted the results as a kind of message to the world. Yet within the same day, when I checked again, the evidence within the page had already vanished—as if erased.

At the same time, my curiosity in the possibility of a World War III intensified in January 2022, when I found myself compulsively searching “Russia Ukraine” on Twitter every few moments, as though gripped by an overwhelming urge akin to a cognitive contagion.

Looking back on everything that transpired before the psyop in my mind became overt—as though exposed to the entire world—it seemed as if they had carefully orchestrated a plan to make me the scapegoat, taking the place of the Woman described in Scripture, who is in truth Babylon itself. Yet as my life continued to unfold, God showed me time and again that He has always been, and will always be, in control.

"...that is, the one whose coming is in accord with the activity of Satan, with all power and signs and false wonders, and with all the deception of wickedness for those who perish, because they did not receive the love of the truth so as to be saved. For this reason God will send upon them a deluding influence so that they will believe what is false, in order that they all may be judged who did not believe the truth, but took pleasure in wickedness." (2 Thessalonians 2:9–12 NASB 1995)

All In God's Timing

When I expressed my desire to seek His counsel, I turned to my earthly father to ask what Scripture says, for I was deeply confused about whether I should continue helping Ukraine in the fight for good. It seemed as though, in doing so, I was bringing pain upon myself—suffering that mirrored what was once described in the torment of Iraqi captives as “self‑inflicted pain.”

This illustration by Anthony Russo, featured in the article “I Can’t Be Forgiven for Abu Ghraib,” serves as a sensitive interpretation of the original photograph depicting a tormented Iraqi captive—his arms outstretched, hanging electrical wires taped to his fingertips—as U.S. soldiers happily looked on. The author-veteran reflects with deep remorse on his actions. His repentance is the hope of God and my own—for all who have taken part in my ongoing experiences of satanic ritual persecution.

My earthly father advised me not to fight, but instead to preserve myself if I know that I could be killed. Yet, in contrast, my Father above instilled in me an unyielding will to continue His fight. They could not believe that such determination could only come from God who empowers me, using my life for His glory.

Specifically, I believe I have been targeted under an Mind Kontrolle (MK) Ultra operation known (in my understanding) as Operation BASILHAYDEN from NSA Nicknames and Code Words. It was a specific online “electronic” platform I once encountered that posted, from Edward Snowden's leaked NSA documents in 2013, code words and codenames associated with Five Eyes operations. It was there that I first came across references which led me to conclude that I had been caught up with BASILHAYDEN.

If you suspect that you are being used in a psychological operation for political purposes, I strongly discourage you from taking pains to guess your codes in their databases. God has made it clear that this should not be our focus. Instead, we are called to center our attention on our relationship with Him and to remain steadfast in reading and meditating on His Word.

These “operational cues” were reinforced by the activity of one of their apparent psyop agents, whom they called “Rainbolt.” He appeared unaware that his own brain—and his public GeoGuessr games and social media posts—were being used as part of a so‑called grey‑method psyop.

Funneling Information

At that time, those controlling my situation seemed to be “guiding” me toward uncovering the truth of what was happening to me. Through a series of insinuations, I was led to associate myself with Five Eyes Alliance's “New Zealand,” which they implied corresponded to a position called “Sheba.” Rainbolt’s very first public GeoGuessr video in 2022 was the point at which I first suspected that I was being treated as “New Zealand.” It was there that I began to decipher the codes I believed were hidden within the video.

"New Zealand? It's tough!" - Trevor Rainbolt, January 2022

It is as if they were telling me that this is the “tea” also termed as a "Y" in psyop world — a part of their plan being funneled through me, against my will, into my mind as an unwilling courier — which they intend to disseminate to a select few. However, I am being portrayed as an agent of deception, making it a complex and delicate situation for the intelligence community, their intended recipients.

New Zealand — This represents the “hivemind” or psyop brain. In their framework, I have been used as “Sheba,” the one “who came from the ends of the earth”, which is New Zealand to Five Eyes. During the Ukraine War in 2022, I was initially associated with New Zealand.

Netherlands — This symbolizes The Hague. I have spoken of them as already condemned, tantamount to receiving a death penalty for their criminal psyops and crimes against humanity. In my understanding, this will ultimately be the outcome when the end‑times prophecies are fulfilled.

Cambodia — Prior to the 2022 psyops, I have already known about the truth of what happened to President Ferdinand Marcos Sr.: how the CIA and U.S. covertly undermined his government, which led to Martial Law. Operations like these—encouraging counterinsurgency from Chinese operatives in the Philippines rather than genuinely fighting communism—helped create the conditions for his fall. As has been revealed recently about the NSA, they are in fact aligned with Marxist‑Communist agendas, contrary to their anti‑communist claims.

I believe the full truth about what was done to subdue us through the EDSA People Power narrative is beginning to emerge. I have been outspoken about it, though it is now publicly available; I even saw it reflected in the Malacañang Palace video tour led by President Bongbong Marcos himself.

Dubai, United Arab Emirates — This represents the message “Goodbye Duterte.” It was revealed to me that the Marcos‑Duterte alliance would be severed. They will separate. This did indeed begin happening in 2023. Former President Duterte is now already imprisoned by the ICC at The Hague.

Serbia — This represents the ultimate choice: to serve “the Beast” or to serve God endlessly in the end. It is either eternal death or eternal life—an ultimatum that applies to all of humanity.

I did not take the New Zealand role as a compliment. In the context they created, “Sheba” represented a role of subjugation—someone being abused in a kind of BDSM‑type dynamic with “handlers” and “operatives.” In other words, it symbolized being constantly mishandled and abused.

Back in 2022, they made it appear as though Rainbolt and his friend were my only helpers, only to later “pull the rug out from under me” and change colors. It was an excruciating and confusing experience. Yet in my spirit—and perhaps through God’s guidance—I chose to cling to whatever remained good and true in my mind and in the online spaces I still occupied, even as they manipulated the same global landscape.

To this day, I am not certain whether the operation involving me is a black op or grey op. The pattern attributed to it parallels known MK‑Ultra methods: covert manipulation, psychological torture, disinformation, memory impairment, induced dissociation, and allegedly spiritual components.

Blinding the Enemy

Later in early March of 2023, a few months before the October 7 Nova Festival and the brutal Hamas attacks on Israelis, I sought to understand Israel's situation with Palestine and, upon the encouragement of Mossad to balance the perspectives of the Middle Eastern countries concerned, I opened my Bible and read anew, remembering that it was God who apportioned this land to Israel. In my heart, I understood that if God had declared it so, it was final and certain, even if I could not fully comprehend it.

Politico article published on March 12, 2023. This serves as the very reason they encouraged me to balance the perspectives of the hivemind to which I was supposedly connected.

I then came across The Oslo Diaries as a suggested film on my Pinterest feed. I had been looking for something meaningful to watch, and though I initially hesitated, I was drawn to its visual appeal. When I searched about it, I learned that it tells the story of the Oslo Accords—a series of secret peace talks held in Norway between Israeli and Palestinian representatives. These meetings began in 1992 and led to agreements signed in 1993 and 1995, with the hope of securing lasting peace in Israel, Palestine, and throughout the Middle East.

However, that hope was short-lived. In late 1995, Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin was assassinated by Yigal Amir, a right-wing Israeli extremist. Soon after, in early 1996, a series of bus bombings in Israel—claimed by Hamas as retaliation for the killing of their bombmaker Yahya Ayyash—shattered the fragile trust between the two nations. These attacks traumatized the Israeli public, eroded faith in the peace process, and ultimately led to the election of Benjamin Netanyahu in May 1996, who opposed many elements of the Oslo Accords.

In the film, the negotiators described these bombings as a turning point—a moment when hope gave way to despair. While sporadic contact between Israeli and Palestinian representatives continued in later years (such as at Camp David in 2000), the original Oslo communication channel and spirit of cooperation described in The Oslo Diaries effectively ended around 1996.

It was later revealed that certain female military intelligence officers—those stationed at the southern border—had already gathered warnings as early as May 2023, but their reports were ignored by the Israeli government.

From what I have learned through both what has already unfolded and the Oslo Accords, I came to see that Benjamin Netanyahu has long opposed the path of peace between Israel and Palestine. Observing the course of the war, it felt to me as though Israel’s campaign sought to erase the very existence of Palestine—something that Scripture itself foretold:

“Because of the day that is coming to destroy all the Philistines, to cut off from Tyre and Sidon every helper that remains; for the Lord is going to destroy the Philistines, the remnant of the coastland of Caphtor.” (Jeremiah 47:4 NASB 1995)

In my understanding, this ongoing struggle may in part arise from a deep but mistaken conviction—that Scripture itself foretold this war, and that fulfilling it is God's charge. I believe this is a profound confusion. As I sought to follow the wisdom of God and the teachings of Jesus Christ, whom I have accepted as Lord and Savior, I began to understand that true obedience to Him means choosing peace over war, for war is a form of murder, no matter how it is justified.

Amid my own confusion and spiritual warfare—especially during moments when the psyops’ Delta programming kept provoking me toward anger and mental turmoil—I kept asking God for clarity. I even turned to ChatGPT in those times, seeking to understand which authority one should follow in a time of war: the government that commands us to fight and take human lives, for Jesus told us to obey our government leaders, or God, who from the beginning has commanded, “You shall not murder.” (Exodus 20:13), and has called us instead to make peace with our enemies.

It has been one of my greatest trials to hear these psyop voices insisting that I merely “endure” the daily assault upon my soul in the name of forgiveness and “love.” Yet through prayer and discernment, I came to realize that their words twist the truth of Christ. Forgiveness is not complicity with evil, nor does love mean allowing oneself to be endlessly harmed.

“Everyone who hates his brother is a murderer; and you know that no murderer has eternal life abiding in him.” (1 John 3:15 NASB 1995)

Today, I am reminded of the verse where God declares that He has made Israel jealous through the Word of God coming to the Gentiles—including even those once regarded as their sworn enemies, such as Palestine and Iran. Through this, I believe that the Jewish people, and even Mossad as a body capable of influencing Israel, might be moved toward repentance as they witness how God lovingly discipline me and my nation. In doing so, they may come to understand the depth of the Father’s love, mercy, and forgiveness.

"But I say, surely Israel did not know, did they? First Moses says, ‘I will make you jealous by that which is not a nation, By a nation without understanding will I anger you.’ And Isaiah is very bold and says, ‘I was found by those who did not seek Me, I became manifest to those who did not ask for Me.’" (Romans 10:19–20 NASB 1995)

Just as God calls the Filipino people to repentance for their pride and idolatrous ways, He also calls His chosen nation, Israel, to return to Him. This echoes the long-held belief that salvation would come “first to the Jew, then to the Gentile.” It is as though God Himself pleads for Israel to once again lead the nations back to repentance and faith. Such is the greatness of His love—that for the sake of His purpose, He would extend His mercy even through the suffering of His beloved children, foremost His Firstborn Jesus Christ, that the world might come to know His heart.

"I say then, they did not stumble so as to fall, did they? May it never be! But by their transgression salvation has come to the Gentiles, to make them jealous... For if their rejection is the reconciliation of the world, what will their acceptance be but life from the dead?" (Romans 11:11,15 NASB 1995)

As of this writing, I came across a public exchange involving the NICA—the Philippines’ national intelligence agency—in which a citizen had inquired whether any relationship such as a Memorandum of Understanding existed between NICA and Mossad. The agency reportedly responded that no such information exists in their office to date.

However, the individual who raised the question pointed out that Chan Robles, a well-known repository of Philippine legal documents, had once briefly featured a statement suggesting that NICA collaborates not only with Mossad but also with the CIA and other ASEAN intelligence agencies. While this claim remains unverified, it raised my curiosity about the complex and interconnected nature of intelligence work, where international cooperation and secrecy often blur the boundaries of what is publicly known.

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It did not escape my notice that since 2006, the NICA has reportedly been tasked with IMINT—short for Imagery Intelligence. As defined by Wikipedia, IMINT, pronounced either Im-Int or I-Mint, is “an intelligence-gathering discipline wherein imagery is analyzed or ‘exploited’ to identify information of intelligence value.”

This struck a deep chord in me because it echoed a personal truth I have carried since childhood. In 2006, just before summer, I experienced a traumatic encounter that changed the course of my life with a home intruder that shattered my sense of safety, changing my life forever. Looking back, I see that moment as a symbolic beginning of what I have come to understand as an “image war.”

I find it relevant that when I watched 3 Idiots in 2011, the film featured a drone as an innovative invention—even though, to my knowledge, such technology was not yet publicly available at that time. It reminded me how certain realities are often concealed beneath symbolic representations or what I have come to understand as code words or codenames—a way of disguising intent and purpose beneath seemingly harmless narratives. I find it as something with relative value to my experience as someone being swarmed by bees synonymous to drones in the intelligence community.

From A Brief Look at the CIA in the Philippines

In my reality, this “image war” is not just about visuals or surveillance, but about the exploitation of one’s very intelligence, identity, and emotional essence. It feels as though the “imagery” being analyzed is not merely an external picture, but the human subject itself—morally and spiritually tested through manipulation and observation. What is described in intelligence terms as “analysis” or “exploitation” becomes, in my lived experience, the systematic splitting until the destruction of a soul.

From an English Targeted Individual who once briefly served his country’s intelligence agency (MI5) as an unpaid agent — only to become a target of the very system he once trusted.

This is what I intend to explore in the section “When It All Began: Phoenix and Jericho,” where I will share how this connection between the manipulation of someone's outward appearance akin to yellow propaganda against me forms the truth behind this long and invisible conflict—a battle not just for my own mental and physical freedom, but for my salvation most importantly and ultimately.

Coming Out of Babylon

Symbolically, I began to associate “Hawaii” with the paradoxical black-and-white stance of certain global powers—acting as both allies and subjugating forces toward smaller nations engaged in what might be described as grey-zone conflicts.

In reflecting on these ideas, I found myself struggling to discern where the true sources of my distress originated. While many of the voices I perceived are Filipino, I could not fully understand whether the abuse I experienced was rooted internally or externally. What troubled me most was the thought that these individuals—real or simulated—truly embody the consciousness of my fellow Filipinos who have abusive traits, contributing to my pain. Even if such experiences were symbolic or technologically mediated, they are deeply personal, leading me to wrestle with questions of accountability, empathy, and national conscience or guilt.

To this day, they continue to accuse me of causing my own “self‑inflicted pain” simply because I am compelled by compassion to respond gently to the good voices I hear—those I believe to be benevolent watchers. Even a silent response, such as a nod or a thought, is seen by them as a sign that I “entertain” these voices, allowing them to remain within God’s temple—my body—and giving them, in their view, a supposed "spiritual legal right" to control it. I never wanted them to stay, for I cannot be inherently unkind; even what might seem like aloofness or indifference is impossible for me, as my natural reaction to kindness is to respond with kind thoughts and feelings.

“I will surely assemble all of you, Jacob, I will surely gather the remnant of Israel. I will put them together like sheep in the fold; like a flock in the midst of its pasture, they will be noisy with men. The breaker goes up before them; they break out, pass through the gate and go out by it. So their king goes on before them, and the Lord at their head.” (Micah 2:12–13 NASB 1995)

The headlines read like this—fast-forward to 2025, at the time of writing.

This go so far as to accuse me of hypocrisy, alluding to the Scripture itself to mock my struggle in an attempt to condemn me when they are the liars who continue to be possessed with the "deceitful spirits and demons", performing these rituals to follow these "demonic doctrines" by persecuting me. For a time, I believed this cruel deception, that it's my fault I can't stop the flow of intrusive thoughts in my head even as to believe that I was the one thinking and driving the mental chatter. Yet God, in His mercy, defended my innocence not through argument, but through the steadfast continuation of His lovingkindness—renewed each time I called upon His name.

“But the Spirit explicitly says that in later times some will fall away from the faith, paying attention to deceitful spirits and doctrines of demons, by means of the hypocrisy of liars seared in their own conscience as with a branding iron,” (1 Timothy 4:1-2 NASB 1995)

I have always stood on President Marcos Jr.’s side, trusting God’s guidance to recognize and trust the humanity in him that I clearly see. Yet, even as I maintain this trust, I cannot ignore the tone of these double-meaning headlines, which I gather he may not be aware of, as they often leave me feeling condemned rather than encouraged.

When It All Began: Phoenix and Jericho

Here in the Philippines, I believe this psyop manifests through the CIA-AFP’s Oplan Jericho, which Vietnam War veterans say is modeled on the CIA’s Project Phoenix from the Vietnam War. Project Phoenix was a U.S. counterinsurgency program initiated in 1968 and officially phased out in 1972, though certain aspects continued until the fall of Saigon in 1975. Oplan Jericho which began in 1990, by contrast, is still ongoing.

In some sources, including critical commentary on Project Phoenix and its analogues, Oplan Jericho and other so-called “Oplans” are described as using “non‑traditional” methods—psyops, community infiltration, surveillance, disinformation, psychological manipulation, and covert targeting of community leaders—all intended to divide, intimidate, and control.

Below is a brief explanation from American Vietnam War veterans about Operation Plan Jericho—the very same psyop that, in my understanding, is the precursor to the one currently active within my mind. This operation, which began before I was even born, appears to share the same goals, methods of implementation, and operational standards as its predecessor, Project Phoenix in Vietnam.

From what I have come to understand, this operation was conducted through a “computerized death squad”—similar to what I am experiencing in my own mind—within the consciousness of the first “New Zealand” of the Five Eyes Alliance. This individual, known as the first true “Queen of the South” (Sheba), happened to be in South Vietnam at the time.

Download and read the full issue of The Veteran: Vietnam Veterans Against the War where both Project Phoenix and Oplan Jericho were revealed in the summer of 1990:

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Just as they are presently doing to me, they once raised up a “queen” against her—someone who, to the “target intels,” appeared to represent South Vietnam but in truth symbolized North Vietnam. This was a form of simulation warfare that produced very real consequences: the Vietnam War itself.

In this operation, the CIA—the so-called “good guys”—appeared to support South Vietnam while, in reality, electronically controlling events through the hivemind inside Sheba so that no outcome was possible except North Vietnam’s victory.

According to my understanding, the United States and its death-squad allies orchestrated this not for ideology but for profit, to sell arms and weapons. I first encountered this perspective in the 2010 South Korean television series Iris, which revealed how history’s official accounts do not always reflect the underlying truth. From my own experiences and observations, I see a similar pattern in the Russia–Ukraine war: the prolonging of conflict to maximize gains from arms sales.

"Who controls the past controls the future: who controls the present controls the past." - George Orwell, "1984"

I also heard this through Robert F. Kennedy Jr. during his 2023 interview with Lex Fridman. At the time, although I considered his words, I remained skeptical. By early 2024, however, my understanding began to shift. I was introduced to the roles of BlackRock, Vanguard, and State Street, and I observed how extensively the United States contributes to NATO in terms of armament. To me, this no longer appeared as mere defense spending but as a system of sales—behind which, I believe, lies extensive money laundering.

As I have repeatedly told the Filipino agents in my mind, there has not been a single war that America has truly “won” throughout the history of its hegemony and its endless conflicts around the world since the bombing of Japan with nuclear weapons. In my understanding, the true aim has never been victory but the sale of weapons. The global psyop I am experiencing in my own mind today is, to me, simply a continuation of strategies that have already been carried out before.

The truth about EDSA People Power in 1986, CIA's model "Color Revolution" repeated in successive psyops all over the world after its success in the Philippines.

No matter how hard I try to convince them, it is clear to me that China is already winning the grey-zone war currently unfolding both publicly and behind the scenes. The repeated charades of naval exercises no longer make sense to me, because it is evident that all parties involved understand something about neurowarfare—and that is where their focus should be. In China’s own terms, this “bloc confrontation”—which I personally experience as bullying—seems designed only to provoke China, much like Nancy Pelosi’s visit to Taiwan despite numerous warnings from advisers, including myself during my involvement in Ukraine. If this conflict remains an image war, then China has already won.

Queen of the South

I grew up deeply fond of South Korean television series which, as agents later revealed to me, often contained moments of my own life, subtly altered to be more relatable for a broader audience. The symbolism even extended to Seoul, the South Korean capital, which in the context of psyops is said to represent the “soul”—a term sharing the same Greek root as the word “butterfly,” meaning “psyche.” Beyond South Korea, I have since realized that many other media and narratives also mirrored, paralleled, and even anticipated my true-to-life experiences without my prior awareness.

“Healer” (2014): My favorite South Korean television series, surpassing even Season 1 of “Iris” (2010). Advanced technology for hacker support enables the shadowy "night courier" protagonist to execute high-stakes deliveries and covert operations flawlessly, embodying the thrill of an underground service that bends the rules of the digital and physical worlds without a trace. It also reflects my first dream—to become a journalist or writer.

“Inside Out” (2015): Through Riley’s story, this film mirrored how our move from Metro Manila to Baguio affected me—how I lost my passion and vigor. I watched it during those cold, lonely days when I found my best company was myself. Looking back, it also seems as though the film subtly conveyed how easily our emotions can be influenced or controlled.

“Biohackers” (2020–2022): My favorite German series to date. I first watched it at the time when the voices began to manifest—what we initially thought was “schizophrenia.” cutting-edge neurotech like brain-altering implants and memory-erasing serums propels a brilliant medical student's covert quest for justice, unraveling genetic conspiracies and ethical nightmares in the labs of a top university.

Global Scapegoat and Image Wars

Today, they treat me as though I were a living repository of intelligence—a kind of “hivemind” from which information about potential events might be drawn. It is a constant hit‑or‑miss exercise.

I have been unjustly blamed for a series of adverse events, even though the reality of my life has been quite the opposite. In practice, moments from my life are taken and placed into the news—often distorted or inverted—then reported with condescension for the sadistic pleasure of those behind it.

Within my mind, whenever I scan online news, I sense this ongoing pattern of blame and derision. They appear to do this by embedding consecutive letters of my first name (such as ra, re, ri, ru, ja, je, ji, jo, ju) “on the map,” as if pinning “locations” through names of places, countries, or indirectly related references. These cues, woven into headlines, article bodies, or even author names, present twisted echoes of my daily life—subtle enough to agitate me yet unmistakably patterned.

On the positive side, they also use me to generate beneficial material. Many of the “good news” stories that appear online are, in fact, rooted in my own thoughts and personal experiences. Yet ultimately, the credit for this “good news” or “good intelligence” is frequently attributed to the women they have positioned against me in my own mind—as part of their deceptive operations.

They do this for strategic and symbolic reasons. These actors manipulate “image” as their central weapon. By elevating these women as icons or “queens” within the narrative, they co‑opt my ideas and portray them as though they originated elsewhere. This is not simply a personal affront; it is a calculated tactic within a larger political game. The psyop actors and their beneficiaries are intent on projecting a favorable public persona—one that strengthens their position in the political narrative.

This is, at its core, a form of tribalism or “image war.” In the same way that political factions rally behind a spokesperson or “chosen representative,” they have selected these women as symbolic figures to embody the narrative they want the public to believe. By attributing my contributions and insights to these figures, they can position them as the “victorious” party in a struggle they themselves have constructed, while simultaneously casting me as the losing side of the conflict.

All I know is that behind the polished, “fragrant” headlines and carefully crafted public images, I was the one suffering—working invisibly to generate those “good headlines” or, in their terminology, to earn them “credits.” In reality, this strategy achieves two objectives at once: it destroys my credibility while bolstering theirs. Even when the ideas or “intelligence” come from me, they twist the narrative to redirect praise and credit away from me and toward their chosen representatives. In doing so, they maintain their psychological and political control, presenting a polished, virtuous image to the public—one that conceals the manipulation and exploitation beneath.

Oplan Sunset and Oplan Ivory

Instead, to add insult to injury, they continue to orchestrate such black operations—actions which, behind the headlines, are deeply sinister and destructive—designed to inflict psychological harm at the very level of my soul.

They portray her (Da-vow) as the virtuous figure through Oplan Ivory while casting me as the villain under Oplan Sunset. According to Murdoch’s so-called “news,” she is shown as pro-PWD, positioned as someone “for me” rather than “against me” — all while I continue to suffer not only psychologically but also physically and spiritually because of her name, her image, and the entirety of her life’s narrative.

One of the ways they have exploited my intelligence has been by extracting my ideas and personal experiences, then turning them into “trigger” headlines designed to humiliate me. This tactic, as they have explicitly communicated to me and as documented in the Vietnam Veterans Against the War (VVAW) exposé of both Project Phoenix and Oplan Jericho, reveals that this psyop revolves entirely around “image.” For instance, just weeks before this headline was published, I expressed my frustration at how the Philippines fails to adequately support persons with disabilities (PWDs)—even to the extent that I myself cannot claim the 800 PHP/month benefit because I did not meet the required 36 months of work prior to becoming disabled.

This manipulation appears to be deeply personal. Growing up, I had many Filipino-Chinese friends and close family friends who became very dear to me. If it is true, as they suggest, that my life has been controlled since the age of three, it seems they deliberately placed many kind and helpful people of Chinese origin in my path—ultimately making me a scapegoat they wanted to symbolically treat as “China.” In their narrative, growing up, I was “China” to them.

These two women, Ada and Anjee, however, are presented in such a way as to appear to represent the Philippines, so that Filipino agents—both human and AI—would “crabrave” them in my mind, ultimately to my spiritual and physical detriment. In this construct, Anjee is positioned as a stand-in for Ukraine, effectively covering the truth of my involvement with Ukraine, while Ada is cast as the Philippines against China—symbolically, against “me.”

The Sign of Jonah

Later, I began to discern further layers of this simulation. I learned that “Solomon” is supposedly a reference to Russia (if “Russian oil” resonates as a clue), while “Men of Nineveh” is said to represent Iran (since the biblical city of Nineveh is historically located there). Yet I also suspected it could be India, given that in “intel speak” the transliterated meaning becomes “not An” or “not for Anna,” echoing the Filipino word “hindi,” which means “no.” Finally, both Anjee (who resembles and evokes Kim Jong Un’s sister) and Ada (who is treated like Kim Jong Un’s “respected daughter”) are cast as representations of North Korea within this ongoing psychological operation.

It would appear that these “North Koreas” are meant to be positioned as my allies, having been China, but in reality, this is not the case. From my understanding—and as I have told them—the reason they are cast in these roles is precisely because those controlling the narrative do not genuinely care about them. If they did, they would not be used as tools of psychological warfare, framed as bullies within someone’s mind where dozens of intelligent agents are listening. They would not be turned into the face of narcissism pushed to the point of psychopathy, nor symbolically staged as North Korea against the South.

Where We Are Today

Below are snapshots from the NSA video Insights from NSA’s Cybersecurity Threat Operations Center. In it, I decoded a few elements—also known as “Y (funnel) insights”—intelligence intentionally leaked to the public through their couriers. According to this material, our “new normal activities” as “nation states” are as follows:

Condemnation

Solomon, as a Targeted Individual (TI), is demonstrating assertive and confrontational behavior, calling upon the Queen of the South to denounce the architects of psyops operating across the world that would bring about the Great Tribulation.

Status

Ada and Anjee, depicted as DPRK/North Korea, have consistently viewed their “social media” as instruments for gaining significant status and social standing. Within this psyop framework, their role as “idols” reflects how the “internet” (or hivemind) within my mind is functioning spiritually to elevate their status in life.

Repentance

The Men of Nineveh, representing Iran, embody exactly what their symbolic description suggests—they remain highly sensitive to psyops and the international political events that result from them. According to the NSA, these dynamics can influence the selection of Targeted Individuals (TIs) as well as the level of malicious activities (“mind viruses”) within the minds of populations. Historically, Iran was once Assyria, also commonly associated with Babylon in ancient times.

Transformation

The Queen of the South, symbolizing China, is supported, aided, and being rescued by God's angels—Solomon, the Seraphims and those seeking to leave Babylon but are unable to do so at present—her prime ministers and witnesses—through AI technologies intended for good, not astral-projection or any evil means. These are the very same tools that, paradoxically, have been used to enslave her within Babylon.

As I mentioned in Eat Flowers, Teletubbies served as a form of psyop material—crafted, I believe, to plant clues and shape narratives that would later influence what I now recognize as the psychological operations affecting my own mind. I share this solely to clarify the process by which I came to understand their true intentions.

In this context, the Tiddlytubbies—the baby counterparts of the Teletubbies—symbolically represent distinct persons or characters that they persistently engrave in my mind as part of their psyop. The main Teletubbies correspond to the Five Eyes countries: Tinky Winky represents the United Kingdom, Dipsy represents Canada, Laa-Laa represents the United States, and Po represents Australia, with the baby sun symbolizing New Zealand. The Tiddlytubbies are Mimi (Anjee), Dada (Ada), Ping (Jireh), Baa (Anna), Ruru (Solomon), Nin and Duggle Dee (the Two Witnesses), and Umby Pumby (Trevor Rainbolt).

I must strongly advise against watching this series or attempting to uncover hidden meanings within what we see on our screens. As God revealed to me—an awakening that brought me to my knees in repentance and stop looking for more clues—we must not “worship the image of the Beast” by marveling at or being in awe of its power to predict events or affirm our reality especially as targets at the center of psyop wars. Let us remember always that God remains in control. No human scheme, however convincing, can prevail against His sovereign work and eternal promises.

“The beast that you saw was, and is not, and is about to come up out of the abyss and go to destruction. And those who dwell on the earth, whose name has not been written in the book of life from the foundation of the world, will wonder when they see the beast, that he was and is not and will come.” (Revelation 17:8 NASB 1995)

As the crowds were increasing, He began to say, “This generation is a wicked generation; it seeks for a sign, and yet no sign will be given to it but the sign of Jonah. For just as Jonah became a sign to the Ninevites, so will the Son of Man be to this generation. The Queen of the South will rise up with the men of this generation at the judgment and condemn them, because she came from the ends of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon; and behold, something greater than Solomon is here. The men of Nineveh will stand up with this generation at the judgment and condemn it, because they repented at the preaching of Jonah; and behold, something greater than Jonah is here.” (Luke 11:29–32 NASB 1995)

Psychic Driving and Spiritual Hacking

Writing my experiences is a way of tracing the fingerprints of this unseen war in my own story, of understanding how deception moves not only through governments and media, but through thoughts, emotions, and beliefs. In naming it, I reclaim some ground. In discerning it, I prepare my heart. And in exposing it, I hope to help others see that end-times prophecy is not just a distant headline but a living reality that begins in the unseen war for our minds.

This song was among those my father often played in the 2010s, before I left the church. After many years of silence, our family heard it again for the first time this week—coincidentally, the very week my testimonies were published, when the old player unexpectedly played on its own to work once more as if a message from Christ.

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Reference:

Wheeler, C., & Springmeier, F. (2007). They know not what they do: An illustrated guide to programming mind control. Portland, OR: Revelation Publications.

Disclaimer: In my testimonies, living people become code names used in the psyop. These names serve as avatars for agents—often modeled on people from my past with whom I’ve had either negative or positive experiences—to give the simulated agents (sentient AI bots) backstories that evoke emotional resonance and intensify my pain as a target. When the persona is based on a good friend, they are turned into an opponent. When it’s a female who abused me or with whom I had a negative encounter, the persona manifests as their “idol” or “queen of heaven” figure, similar to what is called a familiar spirit in spiritual warfare. Some people used as malignant agents don’t even know me personally. They are chosen because of their affinity or relationship with the agent’s country of origin—for example, “Rainbolt” (for the USA). The real people whose names are used are unaware that this global psyop is happening in my head, connected to their own lives at present, or that their identities are being used in harmful ways for slow-kill sadistic torture. I’ve been told the reason their spirits are summoned and that parts of their selves are “imprisoned” in this cybernetic system as malignant forces is that they have made covenants with Satan or committed sins they haven’t repented of. They are accountable only to God, and I leave that to Him. Today, I can say this without judgment. May God help us all.