Twelve Years in the Grave: Mind Control with Electromagnetic Spectrums, the Invisible Modern Concentration Camp.

By Soleilmavis Liu

Being taken into the USA Embassy in Hong Kong, and her brain was remotely controlled by electromagnetic mind control tech, Soleilmavis' story sounded weird,but it was true.
Suffering horrible pain and many other strange symptoms, Soleilmavis Liu, one of many private citizens, discovered that she and many other people were test-subject victims for the study of electromagnetic spectrums mind control weapons and global surveillance equipment. This book tells the true story that during her horrible period in the grave, her soul was waylaid, but God answered her cries, and gave her love and support. Losing her life to find God was a true consolation and brought joy to her soul and gave her the strength to be a soldier rather than a victim. She worked hard to seek justice by exposing these horrible crimes to the public, which - if not exposed and publicized – in the future humanity would no longer know the meaning of physical inviolability and privacy. (Please install free "Adobe Digital Editions" to read epub)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781304489579

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Twelve Years in the Grave: Mind Control with Electromagnetic Spectrums, the Invisible Modern Concentration Camp.

Twelve Years in the Grave

Mind Control with Electromagnetic Spectrums,

the Invisible Modern Concentration Camp.

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I would like to dedicate this book to those victims, who have suffered the horrible covert abuse and torture with voice-to-skull technologies, mind control technologies, and any kind of electromagnetic spectrums.

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Chapter One

As mankind ventured further into the new millennium, the whole world was entering into a challenging new era. I also wished to improve myself by choosing to go back to school, to adapt to the challenging world. It was at the turn of the new millennium that I went to Melbourne, the southernmost city of Australia, the South Land, to study for a Master’s Degree in Business Information Technology. Many people all over the world had been celebrating the new millennium since December 2000, but in Melbourne, people were preparing to celebrate it at the end of 2001. Following the warmest summer in Melbourne since 1855 the string of warm days far exceeded the previous record of 78 days, set between December 29, 2000, and March 16, 2001 [2]. This December of 2001 seemed a normal summer and the police officers were wearing their short-sleeved uniforms. In contrast, I still wore a thick black jacket with a blue downy collar and lining.

In the classroom, I studiously and carefully continued writing notes on the details from the lesson while the teacher was assigning the homework. This was today’s last class and at four o’clock in the afternoon, the classes were finished. Some classmates had already packed their schoolbags. As soon as the teacher finally said: Goodbye everyone! my classmates said in unison, Goodbye Mr. Julian, the noises of moving tables and chairs and the buzz of conversation were heard. Some classmates left hastily and waved at me as they went out the door, saying, Goodbye Liu. I smiled at them from my chair. It was already 4PM, but I wanted to finish my homework, plus I was also waiting for my roommate, Ellen, a beautiful Malaysian Chinese girl of twenty-one years of age, just like every day.

Ellen and I rented a small two-bedroom apartment which was no more than forty square meters. Each of us owned a small but cozy bedroom which was just able to accommodate a single bed and a small wardrobe. We had a small windowless parlor, which was also the kitchen, and where we squeezed in a refrigerator, a cupboard, a gas stove, an oven, a microwave oven, and some tableware. A small dining table with four chairs was in the middle of the room. The door of a small bathroom faced the middle of the parlor. Ellen and I enjoyed keeping the small apartment clean and tidy. The fact that she had learned to cook the western-style meal from her grandmother made my life with her extra delightful. We had both come alone to Australia, cooking and eating together, going to school and the library together, gave us the feeling of being a family. I liked this girl as if she was my own sister, not only because she was good at cooking and housework, but also because of her attitudes towards school. She always said that she would study hard in school and she tried to learn as much as she could. It was a pleasure to see that a girl who came from a wealthy family could take her studies seriously.

Almost all of my Asian schoolmates were from wealthy families and I was a rarity among them. In China, I was born and raised in a rural area which had a simple and vanilla environment. My parents came from farmers’ families, but were rare people who achieved some education in that place and time. My mother graduated in a polytechnic school, and my father had middle school education. I studied in one of the top primary schools and entered into one of the top secondary schools of Shandong Province, which was famous with its high educational standards. I entered in a university at the age of 17 in a remote border province, stayed away from the chaos in the university during the 1989 movement in China and gained a Bachelor Degree after four years. My father and mother had worked in rural areas for almost all their lives and they could not earn enough money to support me overseas, so after university, I worked in China and abroad for several years, earning and saving for my studies. Eventually, I applied to a university to studying for a Master’s Degree in Melbourne, Australia. I valued my time and money; I studied hard to be one of the most diligent students here.

At about 6PM, Ellen and I walked to our flat to have dinner. After dinner, we went to the library together and stayed there until 8:30PM, as usual. Living with such a young, intelligent, studious, happy girl, and being a student who was studying for a Master’s Degree, my life felt like a pure fairy tale, so free and unfettered, it seemed that I had never experienced pressures from working and life.

The next afternoon we went shopping. It was a very normal summer afternoon but indeed a warm day. Feeling hot, I took off my thick black jacket, only wearing a pale yellowish green shirt. At 160cm in height, 48kg in weight, people said that I looked younger than Ellen. Because it was so normal, I could not even remember the date. Like many other normal shopping days, we bought some Chinese food and went back to our flat. Our place was a three-story flat, which was still under renovation and construction workers were still working on the first floor. There used to be a window at the end of the corridor, but the builders had built a small room there with a washing machine inside, so the corridor was rather dark, even in the daytime. Ellen said that she feared the dark, so I always talked loudly when we walked in the corridor.

Carrying two heavy bags and walking all that distance, we were both sweating and panting at this point. I leaned against the wall near the door, looking at Ellen intentionally with helpless adoration and affection. She let out a laugh. Lazy girl, she said, put down her bags and took out the key. I was about to rush into the room as soon as the door opened, but Ellen suddenly dragged me back and said nervously Wait! There is something wrong. Wrong? What’s wrong? I looked at her puzzled. Ellen opened the door all the way and said, Look at the floor. I looked at the floor of the parlour in the dim light and saw several big, looming footprints. I was often oblivious to my surroundings and the small details of life, but I knew that Ellen was meticulous. If Ellen had not seen the footprints, I might not have noticed them. There was no mistake - we had cleaned the floor before we went shopping. These footprints were big; they were obviously from tall men. The thought of a thief flashed in my mind. I looked at Ellen and we stepped back together. I told myself that we should not feel too scared since it was day time; there were others living in the nearby flats and we could hear the reassuring sounds of the construction workers talking and their banging hammers. We stood listening in front of the door for at least three minutes, the room was quiet. Even if a thief did enter our room, he has already left. I said to Ellen and walked into the room in front of her. She rushed to her room and checked her new computer and belongs; I checked my stuff too. Neither of us noticed anything missing. This little incident did not spoil our good mood for the rest of the day. Ellen prepared western food, tender roast beef and I cooked rice. We had a good dinner. I also finished the leftover milk, which we had put inside the refrigerator after breakfast. Ellen and I never wasted food.

After dinner, I lay on the bed and continued to read a computer book on HTML. After reading only a few pages, I was starting to feel terrible. My whole body became very hot as if I had a high fever and then I felt extremely cold. Ellen did not notice anything similar. I turned on the electric heater and tried to sleep. Next morning, I looked in the mirror and did not find anything unusual about my face. Feeling healthy, I was attentive in class as usual, but soon became a slight headache.

During the next week, the headache went worse and worse. I got a strange feeling that there were some eyes from a far corner glancing at me, but when I tried to look for those eyes, they disappeared. The pain got worse in the following weeks. Because of the terrible pain, it felt like I was living in a dream and I felt colder and colder. Walking along the street, I felt as I was plankton floating in the water and the people around me looked like swimming fishes. I felt eyes flickering at me, which were like frozen fish eyes floating up from below the glacier of the South Pole. Sitting in the classroom, it seemed like the voices of teachers and classmates were coming from far distances. Sometime I saw their lips were moving, but I could not hear what they were talking about.

Occasionally, near midnight, I started hearing whispers in my ears in my dreams, but when I would wake up suddenly from the dream, it was silent. I could hear only the sound of a lone car passing through a far street in the cold night of Melbourne Summer. One very cold summer night, I vaguely heard strange voices in my dream, saying, She is ugly! She is dirty! I suddenly woke up from the dream and heard a clear voice say, Quiet! Then, a few young voices shouted, She is ugly! One voice in Chinese said, She is awake, do not talk! Another voice in Chinese said, We will let other people know about her. Hearing such vivid talking in the middle of such a quiet night made me break out in a cold sweat. I held my breath and wanted to hear more, but it was quiet again. I could not sleep well that night.

For the next few days after, I did not hear the voices. I started suspecting that it had been just a dream when I had heard those voices a few days earlier, but one week later, I heard them again, in the middle of the night. The voices were so clear; it sounded as they were from just downstairs. They made my flesh crawl. I held my breath, straining to hear, but most of the time, the voices were just whispering and I could not clearly hear what they were talking about. The voices were like demons which had just come out from their dens. They kept sucking my spirit and consuming my energy. They were waylaying my harmless soul and swallowing me alive, like the grave. I became wan and sallow. I wanted to get rid of the voices, but the midnight voices became more unbridled, noisy and louder. I just did not know how to make those demons disappear from my life. My headaches were grievous. Sometimes I had blurred vision and poor hearing because of the headaches. Even my teeth felt loose. It was just like walking through a deep and secluded dead valley. I became more and more reticent day by day. My face was turning into a stone statue, and my heart always rained. The helpless like a dead rattan, spread to the bottom of a heart.

One night, I heard them talking about what I had been doing in my room. I thought to myself, Are these people watching me? I suddenly remembered the big footprints and wondered if someone had fixed a secret camera in my room. I assumed that if I could hear their voices, they must be hiding in some place nearby to my room. I went to the third and first floors several times in the following few days, trying to find out who was living there, but I did not find anything strange. Yet those voices sounded as if they were coming from downstairs. I talked to Ellen about the voices I heard at midnight, but Ellen said she heard nothing.

In December 2001, I decided to move out of this building. Ellen was very reluctant to let me move out, because she really wanted to stay with me for the rest of her college career in Australia. I tried to comfort her and made an excuse that our flat was near a main street and the noise interfered with my sleep. I promised that I would find a good roommate for her before I left. Over the next few days, I searched for a replacement roommate for Ellen. I was looking for someone who liked cooking and housework so that Ellen would have no extra responsibilities on account of my leaving. I finally found a sweet natured Japanese girl who liked Ellen and had a gentle personality. I thought they would be able to live together peacefully.

In the newspaper, I found a one-story house in the suburbs and called to make inquiries. A young man named Russell answered and offered to drive me the next day to have a look at the house. The house was located in a quiet and good place and not too far from school. Ellen and I invited Russell for a dinner and a few days later he drove me and my luggage to the one-story house. Russell rented out the house and wanted to find other people to share the rental fees. He was a young western boy who was about 24-25 years old. At this age, the young boy always had a happy face and of course he had a happy heart. He worked as a landscaper who was also studying for a Bachelor’s degree at Melbourne University. Russell seldom stayed at home. His girl-friend came to see him once a week from another city and he often went to see her. She impressed me with her white hair when I met her for the first time at the new house. Seeing the natural white hair of a young girl for the first time in my life had changed my conventional view that white hair only occurred as a result of old age.

Although Russell was friendly, kind and obliging, like most boys, he did not like to do housework. The house was dirty and messy. I spent several days cleaning the house and garden. I found a big piece of cloth in the storeroom. After washing it, I made two tablecloths cover the old, shabby dining-table and a writing desk, which was about to fall apart. I picked some flowers and leaves from the garden and put them into two glass jars. They became beautiful decorations for the tables. Now, the house looked very nice and it was more comfortable to be in it. I often went for walks near my house. One day, I came upon a small second hand antique shop and inside there was a small off-white vase with one yellow rose and one pink rose painted on it. I liked it very much with its classic elegance and immediately bought it. It felt good to see the house become progressively more clean, tidy and comfortable. Russell was very happy too. He borrowed a mower and cut the lawn all around the house. He also cleaned the garden and fixed the broken furniture.

Russell had an old car, he often drove me to the supermarket to buy food and daily necessities. My pronunciation always made him laugh and he soon began to help by correcting me. He also helped me with my homework. One time, the teacher assigned homework that involved doing a survey and writing a 1,000 word essay. Russell drove me to the busy streets, asking passersby to fill in questionnaires. With his help, I finished the essay successfully. After one month, we had become friends and could share many things. Russell gradually began to enjoy extended conversations with me. He even shared his dreams of being one of the best landscapers of Australia with me. I encouraged him by saying, Start from small steps and never give up your dreams, your dreams will come true. Seeing him always eating canned food, bread and McDonald’s food, I often invited him to eat some Chinese dishes I cooked. However, he remained shy and often rejected my offer. I thought that maybe he was a little male chauvinistic, not wanting to spend my money.

I still went to school every day even when I was suffering from headaches. The faces of the teachers and classmates