Most of the world is not prepared to listen to a story involving several people performing skits in real life over an extended period.
A person with an experience involving a manipulation campaign using negative stories eventually leading to forced demands finds rare listeners.
When faced with someone testifying of experiencing what is accepted to be impossible in sane life,
most reflexively turn their backs and demand silence. At this point, with no precedent in anyone's imagination, extraordinary quality of
evidence is demanded by the rare listener.
The stunts are designed around a cornucopia of hot button touchy subjects. Crafted for
making discussion dangerously controversial. The operation is both exposure proofed and doesn't take much effort. A dozen stories and a handful of skits do most of the work.
I believe the media should bring awareness to the issue of organized manipulation.
Judging from AI feedback, this complex version has a lot in common with Psychological Operations.
Have you been involved in a coordinated long term campaign of goal oriented manipulation designed to sound like delusion upon retelling?
I know what it's like. I'm Alex Sacui.
This is a dedicated email address for this issue:
tips@alexsacui.com
Information that needs to be kept confidential
will be kept confidential.
How does phishing work?
Fictional narrative disguised as reality. Goal oriented covert manipulation.
Bot postings. Fake websites linking to real websites. A reality and
disinformation mixture. Nothing clearly criminal nor on the face dangerous. What is the goal of the havoc? Weaken targets.
Get desired results.
Manipulation with a side effect of destruction masked under a brew of reality and
delusion. The military's weapon restricted for use only against foreign enemies. PSYOPS. Psychological operations.
There is a version targeting larger populations indirectly. There is a deadlier in person version targeting individuals.
The recipe for the face-to-face technique had been
the government's secret until AI released it to the world. The weapon is now available for anyone who cares to use it.
In the summer of 2025 a small team civilian in person PSYOPS attack targeted a gallery for emerging artists
in the Atlanta area. I was one of the first artists to take advantage of the videoing and interviewing the staff offered.
Until the brutal clamp down at the end, it was for the most part pleasant to be one of their targets.
Below, is my post extraction journal. At first I had no reference points except schizophrenia
to come to terms with what had happened. Once AI explained PSYOPS in detail to me, my experiences mapped on text book style with the exception of
scale. Choice of targets.
2025 is no longer the world of 2024. Self driving Waymo cars downtown. Long term, on the face amiable, in person, coordinated team psychological operations in your
favorite establishment. The impossible has happened. One lone voice says: meth, AIDS, civilian PSYOPS. Not the advertising leaflets kind.
The friendly get to know you in person kind.
They're all a good time for a while. They all had a first case. Be careful.
Alex Sacui
October 2025
A trust leverage platform.
2025
Being manipulated
was not unpleasant in my case. I kinda always sort of thought stuff was odd. Puzzle pieces were piling up.
Only after extraction from the environment and deep
introspection, did I see what had happened. I assembled the puzzle.
It took a forced contract signing to wake me out of the slow boil.
Strategic entrapment.
2025
At first I thought I had experienced the newest thing under the sun.
A breathtakingly beautiful, unique, invention.
Now that I read a thing or two about PSYOPS, this is looking like textbook procedure applied to a small business setting.
Established impossibility.
October 29 to November 1, 2025
I’ve known for a while that a staff member will show me her work.
My impression is that she is reluctant and needs encouragement from the manager to do it.
It appears that she is ushered in for the portfolio presentation.
A third employee is new. Looking back, she was hired to keep an eye on the strange staff.
The young lady sits next to me and rushes to tell me
that three things in her sketch book relate to my life.
She points out the one drawing from her trip to Romania.
She skips a couple pages to the sole drawing of her trip from Amsterdam.
She rushes ahead to the third drawing that coincides with my life.
Some sort of herb or something. No other drawings are presented.
No breathing room for comment until the end.
Not much else is in that mostly empty notebook.
No more than barely necessary for the presentation.
A skit like this is similar to the rest in that it offers
invitations for me to continue the conversation.
Instead of the expected, I tell her that to become an artist she
must be more ambitious and work harder. The new employee walks by starring
suspiciously at us.
The feeling I sense is relief that the presentation has been completed.
Could this be a case of an employee trying to impress me? Under normal circumstances.
Yes. In this setting? No. Not when everything else is going on.
My current read on the event: intentional self sabotage. Deliberately weak presentation as a sign.
A wake up call message. Romania, Amsterdam and herb are the most straight forward signs possible.
I can't think of a clearer set of symbols. I am dangling bait. This is a put on.
Thank you. I already saw. I just didn't try to add it all up.
The drawings in the notebook were simple and stereotypical. A trip
to Romania was simplified down to one drawing of a gate. A fifteen minute sketch of a wooden gate Romania is known for.
Amsterdam could have been boats on a canal. I give you.
In order to keep the sketch to 15 minutes, a building's sculpted architectural detail was used instead. Herb sketch was not identified. Just cut leaves.
I shrug as usual. I don’t think much about motive.
Fake stuff going on sometimes. Oh well.
The 3 coincidences employee either puts in her 30 day notice or
has already done so. On her good bye visit, the manager is standing next to her.
The conversation is brief. The parting employee says she will one day buy a painting.
I remind her of my price list page. She will buy something when this is all over. What "this"?
She puts a lot of emphasis into her parting words:
“I am leaving because I care about the artists.” She walks away.
The manager behind her frowns and follows her.
It’s all on security video if the video exists.
The 3 coincidences employee's replacement. I got the impression I was there for the replacement's first day of work.
I could be wrong. She had a brief morning period of quiet conversation with the manager. It seemed unnaturally
quick that they flipped and plateaued into boisterous, knowing laugh out loud close friends mode. I had little to no
conversation with the replacement. She was introduced as a grower of figs and herbs. Just like me.
The manager alerted me that the replacement was an artist from
I believe something like Sudan. The replacement's art, the manager said, reflected young lady's roots in some sort of unexplained way.
About the only discussion we had on the first day was the replacement
asking me what I thought her art looked like. On my following painting day we had, again, no discussions
except an excited prompting for me to guess what her art looked like.
I believe it may have been a third painting session, on a third week, where the replacement grasped her hands on her chest
and literally jumped up and down with excitement that she should show me her portfolio. That we would see
the hyped mystery and wether my imagination of her work was accurate.
At that point I thought. Over acting.
Unprofessional amateur over acting. This is a person
who should not know who I am outside of the fact I come in weekly to paint demos. One night, the manager and the replacement
had a bewildering story for me about two Epsteins involved in the Epstein case. Outside of that, we don't know each other.
She is an otherwise normal human.
Yet, she is jumping up and down excited for me to guess what her portfolio looks like. The manager is not around.
I ask if she can show me her work on her phone. My response to her work is that professional artists are more ambitious.
She walks away.
The manager seems disappointed. The manager returns with the replacement asking about how the portfolio presentation went.
I awkwardly reexplain to the manager, with the replacement standing by, my point about ambition.
What is the manager's keen interest in my reaction to the young lady's work?
The skit followed the pattern of the other portfolio presentation. Advertised in advance. I believe I was offered plenty
of opportunity to take a guess about what the replacement's work would look like. I'm guessing, had I responded,
the images on her phone may have reflected my input. In the end, I saw no signs of her foreign roots as
the manager had first introduced her work.
What is the purpose of these and other similar skits? One explanation, is they are opportunities
for bonding. A bond based on fiction. Not real coincidences in a portfolio. Bonds seeded with dramatic theater skit.
I was around for two previous management regimes. I would get a painting shown monthly through the
showcase contest. This third manager was hired. She briefly had a staff member she told me was fired
because the worker had developed a stress coping mechanism of shoplifting from the Build-A-Bear Workshop.
Undue stress caused by the gallery board was to blame.
As an aside, the manager took me on as one of her own personal offsite represented artists. After a week of representation,
I asked how many artists she had.
22. A later elaboration was 6 primary artists. The number within a month was 33. When the board conducted an investigation, my big question
was about the number of artists represented by the manager. The investigation said there appeared to be no artists represented. The manager
has a website dedicated to bitcoin, investment coaching and photography. I told the manager that it would be a good idea to do an Instagram
post introducing her artists.
She sent me to dig through her feed. I looked. I was featured prominently. The only trace of other artist was videos of her visits to art shows.
The point is that the manager is a source of many stories. Some I strongly suspect to be fabricated. Many I can't discuss here.
Now, let's return to the gallery.
The people working with the manager after she fired the supposed Build-A-Bear shoplifter appeared more like college age friends of the
manager. They were all very articulate in their discussions of art. They were all artists. Friendly in a way not recognized
from previous management regimes.
There was a new procedure for accepting paintings into the gallery. From the very first time I brought something in,
I recognized a trained act. The staff focused on the piece brought in and discussed some artistic aspect with focused attention.
This was a rule. Not some random response. This was the new rule. Bring something in, and the same procedure of creating a conversation
was used by the manager's staff. I began setting aside the time, expecting the procedure to play thru.
Initial staff members lasted around one month. Than, the 3 coincidences employee and the brilliant employee appeared.
That's when I took another artist's advice and did my first demo. My first remembered interaction with the brilliant employee
was the confusion about mixed up price tags. As a consolation for a lost sale due to mixed up price tags, she
offered that she was looking for a portrait artist for a project. A later on camera elaboration explained that she was planning
her 21st birthday party. A 3 day event at some mansion. I was being considered as a portraitist at the party.
A 3 day event off at a location not concretely specified but sounding quite exciting. I accepted. The event was on another occasion mentioned.
I did not pursue, but eventually came to understand I'd missed the party.
The first demo painting was spectacular. I felt like a sitcom star. The manager and the brilliant staff member
kept me talking on video for most of the day. On following demos, the visits slowed down considerably but the crew would
make a point to join me for brief periods. That's when the brilliant employee impressed me with her highly detailed knowledge
of herbal benefits. She was the first. Eventually I would realize, 3 gallery employees are all available to discuss my biggest passion outside of
art. Herbs.
Her carrer goal was ambassador. She had no political preferences. She wanted to represent all people. Something in the world urgently needed
fixing but I unfortunately did not pursue details.
Besides the birthday invitation, I consider the following a skit. The brilliant young lady picked tomatoes
with a professor in the professor's garden. The professor taught her how to make pizza tomato paste. This story was presented in a way that any normal man would have had plenty of opportunity for
follow up questions. The brilliant lady taught me the pizza paste recipe.
From overheard conversation, it is my understanding that I am considered by the crew as different. I am valuable as an artist.
They are taking it easy on me.
I am not biting the bait and discussing birthday details, professor details, delightful coincidences. I believe
other artists can immerse themselves beyond the level that I stopped at.
P.S. I just realized I've been thinking of this event as a shorter duration event than it actually was. I was with the gallery almost 2 years.
Not 1 year as I miscalculated. The manager was hired months before my initial estimate. I was painting at the gallery for about half a year
but the manager was there for longer than my initial calculation. I'm roughly re-estimating her regime at around 1 year. The Build-A-Bear supposed event.
That gets pushed back to possibly 2024. I'm been reading into the art I produced during the manager's operation. She's certainly one of the chief catalysts
making a difference. On the subconscious. Full awareness only kicked in after my talk with the gallery board investigation. That Skype conversation started with my praise of the
impressively artistically articulate gallery staff. The president blurted a passionate "What the heck is going on over there?"
Videomafia.
2025
Realizing that what I experienced is not a beautiful invention but an evolution of Psychological Operations techniques
is disappointing. The case is text book except scale and target.
The gallery's continuing investigation has not responded as scheduled.
The harmed business is hiring full and part time staff.
The investigation is not answering messages. Theres is neither denial nor confirmation of my accusations. There may or may not be
surveillance video documenting the half year event.
Signs of Psychological Operation style team gaslighting:
• Escalating detrimental narrative about the host company. Spin damaging to reputation.
Ordinary things being portrayed in negative light such as
racial oppression. Targets are moved by the narrative to act.
At first, the stories are rational. Eventually outrageously odd things become accepted.
• There is collection and accumulation of favors, target personal information and damaging video.
• Ordinary little tasks are purposefully poorly executed. I'm not certain about the purpose but this is my guess:
Getting things done becomes dependent on begging. It becomes a favor granted by the person accumulating power to get
little things done.
• A power structure becomes clear through time. Targets become enslaved to the operator. The operator manages information
that target doesn't want revealed. The operator has proven the ability to portray ordinary things in sinister light.
The threat is that the once friendly operator can be rubbed the wrong way and turn on the target.
• Once the process has matured, there's a clamp down and the once allied operator makes brutal demands of targets.
• There's a money trail. There is a goal of gain for the operator.
• In my case, team effort. In my case, ripe for picking easy targets eager for approval and eager for a good reputation.
In my case, an environment where target
and operator are isolated with no third party.
• Techniques derived from the study of delusion are mixed in. Gaslighting. Skit acting.
• Discussing the situation with anyone starts becoming increasingly tricky.
• The operator is a calculated buly. Friendliness mixed in with cold abuse.
She alternates effusive enthusiastic praise with casually mentioned deeply
undermining destabilization.
The operator betrays tendencies for systematic
planning and the entire crew comes across as impressively smart.
• Fake too good to be true B.S.
• Entirely delightful charm of supporting cast.
• An overall theme of bait. Also vice baiting. Exploitations of all vices.
• This modern breed of PSYOPS is nothing without cameras. Remove cameras from the equation and they are disarmed.
The operator controls, owns, or purports to own video. Little things pile up over time.
There may be a bigger event caught on camera at some point but it starts with cute harmless nothings.
Enslavement to footage is central.
Bait. Discuss frustrations about the gallery government. Allow the victim
freedom to defend parts of the accusations. Wait for the subject to come around to discussing areas of agreement.
As a passing slip, drop that the paintings in the gallery
"suck". No elaboration. Just a lot of feeling. The subject could take the bait and offer his own opinions on the quality of specific art.
In allying with the already friendly operator in a tricky situation, the subject falls into further power of the
operator's design.
The fact that this is on surveillance video is an extra bonus. The subject will overtime realize
an accumulation of incriminating footage has been happening. It appears the operator, the gallery manager, may have control of the video and she is a skilled producer.
Editor. Skewer of facts.
This case was a flop but PSYOPS works. Now that I've been immersed, I know how to pull this off.
Find a ripe environment. This was a truly ideal environment. People eager to fall in line and be rewarded praise.
A situation where there is little outside overlook. The operators having ample isolated time with the targets.
This event seemed practiced and designed to be swept under the rug.
AI inspired psychological operation.
2014, 2025
The emerging. The unestablished. The ones with uncertain
futures. That's the ideal targets.
Ripe for a camera fueled manipulation campaign.
Public image curation might not initially be on people's minds. During an in person psychological operation, the target is fed a constant flow of
clues and hints meant to raise awareness of the delicate instability of image. After prolonged immersion, the target becomes
irrationally sensitive and paranoid. Image curation is the power that the operator has over the target.
Psychological operation is a step by step descent into the irrational. Targets are immersed in a brew of reality mixed with fiction. The intensity
of the unreal slowly increases and the target starts believing some far out stuff without questioning it. The art is in reframing facts.
There was exciting, extensive interview footage captured over months. Separately, there was the constant security cameras and the operator's
habit of talking to the security cameras as a reminder that every word is documented. I was offered glimpses of the interview footage
but it was all in her hands. I may have decided to beg for the footage but didn't. Begging is one of the themes. It reinforces
the concept of a power pyramid. You're not in power if you beg.
There aren't many themes to the process. Perhaps the most crucial is bait. Fishing and baiting. The acted skits are all about
dangling bait. Bait was also used in the interviews. At my first encounter, I said something to the camera like,
"Ok. I'll take your bait. You want me to rip on an artist? Dali is the one who deserves it." And I gave Dali his due. On another occasion,
I was talking about the great trait about a local artist's work and the
crew tried to steer the conversation toward how bad the art supposedly was.
The bait offered in the skits, that's a long story. Different topic. The resulting footage
doesn't have to be shocking though, on one occasion, it became something hard to discuss. A prolonged PSYOPS campaign distorts a target's reasoning.
The threat of negatively curated video becomes a control tool powerful enough to use to get targets to sign contracts or run for office.
Inverse vertigo
2022-2023
Inverse vertigo struck after I left. There was a meeting after an initial investigation.
During the meeting, I somehow drew a circle around the person in charge. My complaint
was about how dangerous she was to the business. All I pointed out about her staff was that they were all similarly
amazingly highly knowledgeable. There was supposed to be a second meeting about the investigation. This is the point where
I pieced the puzzle together. There were several delusional dead ends. I settled on more or less the current narrative.
I had always wondered what's up with the occasional skits but never put the effort into coming up with an explanation.
I pulled all the loose ends together. Couple days of obviously going too far. One night where I lost it. That was inverse vertigo night.
I hit both the intensest paranoia and the intensest anti-paranoia in roughly a quarter century.
I've been sober and doing journal therapy since.
Manipulation Inoculation
January 12 to October 8, 2025
Head****s. A real one can be deadly serious. If you are an enthusiast, you seek them and you already know why.
Face to face PSYOPS is custom one on one special attention. The dive into working out the experience launched me into oblivion. I happened to return.
Some people seek the other side. A sort of temporary artificially activated insanity.
Some return as schizophrenic. According to the fond of submergence in a sensory deprivation tanks painter Alex Grey, some claim mind expansion upon return. Imagine a reset. Refocus.
A clearing of cobwebs. A brain can lose its performance capacity under the
accumulating mind pollution of fake stories mistaken for truth. Accordingly, something like constant bombardment of phishing
or fake news is not a harmless experience. A reset can bring the refreshing benefits of truth or a constantly refreshing state of multilateral delusion.
Depending on a subject's condition of predisposition.
As sometimes funny entertainer Bill Maher is fond of saying, I don't know this for a fact, I just know it to be true. That's my complete list of citations.
In person psychological operations. Not DMT but stronger. Maybe it was powerful because this is a first of its kind case. Perhaps once people
know what to expect, PSYOPS will lose potency. You can't tickle yourself. You can't enjoy the benefits of being royally played by a coordinated effort
if you already know the game.
Thank you crew. I was getting old and maybe. Maybe. Maybe a little bored. Thank you for the best slap in roughly a quarter century.
Thank you. It wasn't always a pleasure but the aftermath in this first diagnosed case is worth every second. Thank you. Whatever all your names supposedly are.
I take that back. This PSYOPS was heavily dependent on the use of cameras.
The group owned videos they recorded. They discussed
security footage in a way that would made their non PSYOPS coworkers and artists feel watched and judged. The feeling they cultivated was of ownership.
The group owned people. But, there's destruction possible without cameras. There's the side game of collectively not doing things. Talking about doing things.
Stretching out over months a process where you repeatedly talk about getting the same thing done. And it never gets done.
The power to do something is in their hands. It becomes clear after a while that I'm repeatedly begging for the same little thing
to get taken care off.
My work had price tags for the first couple of weeks. Once some paintings were substituted, price labeling became
became a non stop battle for the remainder of the 3 or 4 months. I made requests for labeling. The staff
would call me over to discuss price tags. There were messages about the price tags. Always hopeful talk. Always with a story
that the price labeling would be right around the corner.
A method where little things like this all drag out for the long run. Subtle. Small. Another example is un-tagging some Instagram posts.
I'm told "Untagging is very much possible! You can tell me which /any/all videos and pictures to untag you in if you want!"
And for months and months I am still requesting the same 3 posts to be untagged. The whole crew responds to the request in the same way.
It's not like I can get something done by asking another staff member. At some point, a painting video I loved is deleted instead.
Smiling, friendly, coordinated team paper-cuts. One of the key tools of PSYOPS.
The gallery opened half an hour to an hour late on several occasions. Never five minutes late. Always an extended lateness.
Not one employee late. Various.
It's all tiny things that pile up. All in similar cycles of repetition.
They've got the power to do things. I'm left with optimistic promises and have to return begging. It's the
purposeful miss spelling of phishing applied offscreen to the workplace. Purposefully miss corners to eventually build
a feeling of dread. Of being owned. After months, you realize, "None of this stuff will ever get done. I'll be asking for all this stuff forever."
But you're hooked. They've got the amazing videos you want. They plaster a big label right in the middle.
On top of the videos. Soon as any one of these other requests get done, you're looking forward to working yourself up to ask them about
not ruining the videos by slapping those text boxes right over the middle.
Something like a gallery usually has two, at most ever three, staff members present at one time. Maybe four total paid
workers circulating through part time. When the manager is corrupt, it's possible to install a coordinated team with no outside overlook. A team with a goal detrimental to the host.
Turn the cameras off, and there's still under the radar type havoc to run. It's not like
sloppy Instagram tagging is going to kill a company. There's a system of cheerfully delivered petty insults
sprinkled at available opportunities across the spectrum. Easy to overlook. Easy.
Eventually crushing under the accumulating weight of the entire demoralizing system of tricks and games.
I played along.
2018-2025
Delusion # 2 : This is nowhere near the grand delusion. This is just a cute delusion briefly entertained
that motivated me for a time: getting caught has already been factored in. The stunt is
fool proof. If they get caught, I and them and everyone involved instantly become "house hold names." Just like they kept
promising all along. They know how to make me "a household name."
The stunt is very much safe to pull. Psychological Operations run on an unsuspecting world is foolproof. The result is that no one believes a victim.
Everyone turns their back at the first hint of the story.
Highly educated people are turning their backs on me. People who have had deep professional and
nonprofessional relationships with me for decades don't like to discuss the topic.
My wife will not listen to my story past the first 1 minute. I went to the best friends I have and am left standing alone against the world.
My initial diagnosis of the event went something like this: perhaps the operator invented the scheme during her last
job as the manager of the coffee house. Perhaps someone else had recently invented the process
and the manager was one of the few who knew of it. In any case, the stunt is a glorious invention.
That was a week before the concept of Psychological Operations had entered the equation. The real story is this:
AI in the hands of kids is dangerous. Just as I was able to dig through AI and research this,
so did they. That's what this is. One day, someone found AI descriptions of Psychological Operations.
And then used the knowledge.
I played along. With no precedent in the imagination, it's the natural thing to do.
Context and quote.
2025
A target is a useful asset which is cultivated over time.
The goal is to weaken and destabilize him while empowering the operator. At some point,
the target is under enough control to be put to use.
There is a rolling collection of information about the target. The data is mapped out
and weaknesses are pursued for exploitation.
Harvesting triggers. That’s what I called it. Collecting psychological data.
The following is not a skit. It is a rare off camera event. It’s trigger mapping.
This happened off site, in a parking lot not long before she clamped down with
“you rubbed me the wrong way...” sign the contract, I don’t do slave labor. The scene opens
with me explaining my recent intense marital fight. I believe the response was something
like this: You’ve got to think about this systematically. Strategically. Nationality. That matters.
I forget... Maybe income matters.
I forget what else she listed as mattering but next thing, besides
more emphasis on studying and calculating relationships, I remember
this: Does she gaslight you? Me: That doesn’t happen in real life.
Her: It does. My fiance does it. I have PTSD. She knows my triggers.
She uses them against me.
As a close acquintance for the last several months,
this was my que to ask questions. To enter into a conversation which was
headed for psychological data disclosure. This sounded like the stuff
going on with skits. They offer stories with tantalizing hooks. Ready
for me to pursue and get myself into trouble. I didn’t trust her. I
would have disclosed to my neighbor, the store clerk or anyone
else but her. My trigger is someone’s quick temper. Unstoppable unjust anger directed my way.
Where did she steer the conversation? We are all slaves. This was tested by
the government during the Covid lockdown. Control. Power structure is a
reoccurring theme for her. As is extreme interpretations of racial oppression.
I believed in her sincerity. With afterthought, the oppression stories were just tools used to manipulate me.
I ran for president of the board that would control her store because she moved me.
Somewhere in there was something that sounded like another
dangling hook. Women have very high libido. If you’re not
doing it every other day? Week? Month? If it get’s longer… It’s trouble.
I didn’t disclose or continue this one.
Same night, she asserted that I am indeed on the spectrum even though
undiagnosed. She was convincing on this point.
Out of context, sure. Odd. Odd of me to put much thought to it.
In context. Another sign of preoccupation with abnormal mentality.
Data collection attempt. Another example of her reliance on strategy.
Study. Calculation in relationships.
The conversation was over an hour long with plenty of fishing on her part.
I don’t remember sharing anything outside details of my recent spat.
She had at some point lost my trust.
You Opened My Eyes
2019-2023
Let's disassemble the weapon. I believe there might be a way to diffuse it.
If the trick is properly redefined, if the secret part is exposed, the weapon might lose its power.
Create in the lives of targets subtle faint details that when finally described make the
victim sound insane. Everyone will tell the victim to go quiet. Everyone will abandon the victim.
That's it. That's the weapon.
Run pleasant skits. Play subtle games. Everything goes smoothly. Make an unbearable demand.
The victim has two options. Choice one, comply. Choice two, fight back and realize that for months the group's odd
games had a purpose. The victim trying to explain to the world that the group had an agenda,
kills the victim. All friends pull away. Anyone remaining demands that the victim go silent
and pretend nothing happened. This comes when the victim has finally realized all the games had a purpose.
That's it in a nutshell. Everything else is minutia. Great time to run this stunt y'all.
Ain't no one gonna believe some art gallery employees are secretly coordinating a pleasant
destruction of a gallery from top to bottom.
The skit and manipulation process itself was fun. Interesting. The post realization part is the killer.
Once you figure out you've been had you're supposed to walk away. Everyone wants silence.
The victim literally dies from lack of sleep because he can't stop thinking how unfair and cruel
everyone is. How can some go and tell the world he's right and they are all wrong?
There's going to more victims next time the weapon gets used in other scenarios.
They're all going to come up against the same deadly wall off unbelief.
They're all going to need to go silent or be treated like hallucinating maniacs.
Some authority out there needs to acknowledge that there's a formerly secret military
weapon that was unleashed by AI. It mimics delusion.
People will have to think twice about automatically labeling someone mentally ill
for telling you that there's an organized group targeting him.
Victims are going to have to rush carefully into explaining the money trail.
That's the difference. Mental illness tends to have no explanation for targeting outside of
destruction. PSYOPS targets are going have to explain: the crew wants me to do this. They told me to do that.
I rubbed her the wrong way. Now my life is over.
Is there a contract? What do they want you to do? Start discussing that with targeted individuals
before you turn your backs and run. Maybe, don't run. Listen. Running from a tricked person is where all the power of the scheme lies. The PSYOPS team
are after targets abandoned by the world. When the victim has no one left to talk to, the operator remains and is empowered to make demands and spread their message without
interference.
Who else is a victim of the scheme? In my case the staff member hired to check up on the crew. The board governing the gallery staff. Other artists following my example
of doing painting demos at the gallery. I don't know to what extent the crew ran skits on everyone, but skit is just one of several tools.
I've got a partial paper trail. The skits were performed in front of security cameras for months.
The investigation is out of contact and has not verified if footage exists. I've got a contract and
enough surviving correspondence to show that the contract was an unexpected trick. We agreed on a
happy number of 20% of six sales. She snuck in a clause for 10% of all my income on top of our agreement.
I have messages from one app. That's where we safely discuss my candidacy. I deleted the messages where she flipped
and got abusive about the contract. I bit the bait. She dropped the "Why did you hurt me Alex?" out of the blue. She went straight for
"Don't ever use this number again." That was my cue to delete the thread and I did.
You need a paper trail. Don't take bait.
The one thing that got pulled off professionally in my case was the twisting of events into a moving story of oppression. That one
I fell for with no suspicions. The story started off mildly as complaints about clueless leadership.
After months of slow build up, I became a hero fighting racial oppression. Looking back, the final story
I bought was outrageously bizare. Anyone would have easily doubted it but I was invested and trusted
the person that in other ways I thought of as fake. The operator. The manager was mostly behind the
storytelling but it did help that her crew were supportive. She wasn't a lone voice. The crew
were there for back up support. Crowd consensus makes any twisted into oblivion story credible.
Think Santa Claus. It's probably in the PSYOPS rule book. A team is exponentially more powerful than a solo operation.
I remain the only voice saying PSYOPS has been used in Alpharetta Georgia for the good part of 2025.
A still neither confirmed nor denied statement.
Courtney Eslyn is my representation until October 18, 2025. Danielle Porterfield may be her real name. She was the gallery manager.
I gave her off site representation a try. I became one of her artists. She can be about the smartest, coolest person. As was the staff.
The videos they produced won me over.
Outside the name of the victimized gallery and descriptions of those involved, the rest is minutia. Details designed as superfluos.
That's evidently the way of psychological operations. Most of what happens is subtle. Gray.
There are reasons scams use poor spelling. One reason is to weed out the careful people. They want to focus
on the careless audience. A second reason, is that an angry victim
pointing out piles of silly details bores people away. A third reason, intended misjudgment. Underestimate the criminal.
What is at the heart of phishing, spam and its relatives? Misdirection. Tricks. Bait. Imagine the phishing email
ethos transfered off screen into life. Into the workplace. Day after day. That's PSYOPS.
If you play along long enough, you're in trouble. Pull out early.
Before you hand them your credit card number.
That's my rule book. I don't have to read any of this.
I've lived it.
Acknowledgement.
2023-2025
I have an uncontrollable urge to vomit truth. I used to be big into humor.
Playing game. At the moment, I have lost that appetite across all areas of my life.
I’ve been leaking out bits and pieces of this story. A few things that happened
don’t look good out of context and I’ve slowly been building ground work. Why don’t I walk away like so many people advise?
Walking away has its benefits. I’ve been tricked into a position where I am explaining delusion like events out of my life. I’ve started the public explanation. If I walk away now, it means admitting I was wrong. I made an error and in fact was and am fully delusional. There’s no other way to walk off. Either PSYOPS happened or I am full throat delusional that it did. That’s typical PSYOPS predicament. I think.
I just realized I’ve been leaking Edward Snowden style. I always thought he was a true hero.
I always loved him. Outside of music, literature, art and cinema gods, he might be my biggest hero.
He just popped back. I’d forgotten about him. Steve Jobs and I aren’t on the best of terms ever since he killed my horse.
Adobe Flash.
Coming to an understanding had the side effect of mania. Break up pain in my chest now that the mania has subsided.
Releasing truth is my comfort. I could try dropping all the bombs but I felt I needed to establish my sanity first. Really, that’s the reason for all the fire. I
need to establish to the world that this delusion like mess really happened.
PSYOPS? AI teaches PSYOPS?
How did that get stamped on a gallery event? I thought I’d gone through something that had never existed.
A work of art. An invention new under the sun. I started painting what had happened. I named my pieces all sorts of variations of
“delusion mimic manipulation," "strategic entrapment," "trigger harvesting." As a habit, I get AI’s feedback on my titles.
"Reality and acting do not coexist outside of delusion." That’s how PSYOPS began.
I didn’t try much to research.
Very little work. The information just flows out of AI and it matches key details. It matches my experience. A lot. It matches. Period.
At least one of the crew demonstrated AI use skills far more advanced than mine. She gave me AI's realistic review of my work.
In her hands, AI could seemingly view and judge my entire body of work. I know. I know. Ghastly. Where's the lawmakers to save us?
The manager herself discussed AI too. My way of integrating AI is one solution. People, according to her, are trying to figure out
how AI can be brought in. For the record, I believe that conversation took plays days before I swore off painting from AI.
The art world hates AI. As an unsigned emerging artist for 8 years going straight, I'm in no position to fight that battle.
AI puzzle pieces imbedded amongst photographic sources.
Been there. Tried it. Moved on.
My painting, sleep and life are under constant interruption. As far as I know,
no one has made a claim like mine succesfully. Domestic face to face civilian psychological operation.
A chunk of journal entry starts bouncing around in my head and I find no peace until I’ve written it down.
AI thinks this is the Prove What Has No Acknowledged Precedent Fever. PWHNAPF.
An obscure rarely contagious variant of the Man Against the World Blues. The only known cure is official verdict. Silence, though understandable and an appropriate cure for many conditions, only aggravates.
Gaslighting. That’s messing with someone in a subtle way that only the victim recognizes. I only noticed 3 instances over the many months.
Outside of poor skit scripting, the PSYOPS operation was powerful. Perhaps a few sprinkled in gaslight acts are all a mission needs.
The gallery manager was my non gallery representation.
She said she developed emerging artists. One time, she came to my house.
I gave her a tour and we discussed some pieces. We went outside on my back deck where she launched into a story I have a hard time repeating that started with the following
warmup.
The new employee complained that she’d been called “Bunny” on several occasions. Did I think the manager was the kind of
person to call anyone “Bunny?” Of course not I explained gullibly. A person has a certain attitude and hears what they want to hear.
Of course she probably miss-heard “Buddy.” The manager took the new employee to the back room, and sat her in front of the camera to explain the situation.
Someone is always looking to sue over something.
It's very important to leave evidence in front of security cameras. You know what I mean. Right?
Looking back through the lens of PSYOPS gaslighting, it was probably “Bunny.” That’s gaslighting.
Messing with someone to the point that they question their own sanity. Getting me to believe that the woman had negative attitude. That’s some other technique.
Misinformation. Destructive spin.
The disinformation narration intensified. I had not the slightest doubt in the manager's sincerity. She concluded and left. I reapplied for president of the
board controlling the gallery. Anyone who knows me will back me up. I am the last person to run for office. I am highly un political. Inappropriately honest.
I have no social skills. The next day, at the gallery, the manager made no mention of the candidacy. I could swear her staff member came by for only one purpose.
To listen to my story about how fired up I was to run for president. The young lady was worried that the gallery should not lose its spirit.
As if a new element or
newly hired person might somehow steer the gallery in the wrong direction.
The gallery staff had been all PSYOPS team for several months.
The new employee brought in by the board president was a threat to the operation.
The president's cousin also started volunteering on the staff for several hours a week.
A PSYOPS operation works most smoothly without interference
or oversight. Isolate artists with an united in purpose gallery staff. That's the ideal.
PSYOPS. The devil's in the details. The aim is to tear down the mind of targets.
A flow of tweaked details is the method. Not an overpowering force. There's really only one
other example of pure gaslighting. Other stuff fall into a big long list of undermining jabs.
I left my jar of berries on a table in the back room. I couldn't find it until I looked in my backpack.
I asked the manager about it because I suspected she'd been playing with me. She denied moving it.
In the next sentence, she admitted moving it. Then, she probably denied it right after. I asked, what
in the world she was up to. She made it into a joke and said she was just messing with me.
This was the lone noticed example of gaslighting I got hit with. Sloppy attempt but in the end, still good for something.
A target might start looking over his shoulder checking what other things are getting messed with.
If this stunt happened anywhere else, it'd be a joke. A nothing. It is in fact nothing to complain about.
The team performs skits. They create ugly stories about the board to incite artists to run for board election.
They collect videos which seemed terrifying enough to get targets to play along to the manager's plots.
It's crucial to the scheme, that the targets are torn down. Thrown off their balance.
I temporarily considered the following story gaslighting. It's not. It more clearly falls into the category
of good old fashioned messing with the target. I used a rolling cart for my supplies while I painted.
I covered the floor with their expensive roll of paper to keep the floor clean. Someone did me the favor
of covering the cart in the same paper. It seemed like an acknowledgement of the cart's use.
After the initial cart honeymoon, it became the trash cart. Every time I came to work, I unloaded the trash bags
off the cart. I loaded my paints and brushes. At the end of the day, I'd file away my supplies
and, most often, return the trash bags to the cart. One time, there was a discussion about the trash bags stinking up the gallery.
This continued for months. It's rudeness. It's one of the techniques of emphasizing the power pyramid structure
necessary for PSYOPS to work. For the technique to work, the target needs to be torn down by the operator.
There were plenty of ways I was paper cut. It was no big deal. In any other environment, all of it could pass for normal.
In other environments, you might know that someone doesn't like you. In this case, the slights came from my supporters.
From, honestly, my biggest fans. They gave me the encouragement no one else did, and then innocently sprinkled specks of poison.
AI tells me this is PSYOPS technique.
I've hesitated to list out the slights. Here's a sample. On the one hand, they can make me into
a household name. On the other, I tell the manager, that my old work was mentioned in magazines and books.
Perhaps I should bring the books into the gallery to sit next to my display. I've already glimpsed
being a household name. The response is basically a "so what?" brushoff. I scramble to apologize that I'll just make my resume clearer.
The topic dies there.
According to her, I'm on fire. I'm an on the spectrum artists which means I don't do flat colors like everyone else.
I go deeper and flesh things out. She recognizes my masterstroke and wants me to name my "masterstroke" technique...
On the other hand, an artist got the impression that I don't know what I'm doing with my colors.
The manager suggests I take a color theory class. She sends me a video of a brick being thrown into a spinning laundry dryer.
The spinning dryer rips itself to pieces. The label on the video is "A little change won't hurt the painting". I repeatedly
try to reframe the issue. I do not add on top of my paintings.
This is how paintings mature. Working on a painting is normal not deadly. It becomes obvious from repeated hints,
that I have to come to terms with my problem of figuring out when a painting is finished.
A certain coaching technique. Build up while tearing down. Could lead somewhere if it wasn't
just part of a strategic scheme to weaken a person so he can better be pushed around. The overall target is the gallery.
Pull artists into the bottom of the power pyramid and use them to run place. Wreckage in the wake.
Natural determination.
2025
Delusion #3: I sent one message to the board president.
I sounded certain that the gallery staff studies the content of security footage.
You can feed them the wrong information and they use it.
It was a postulation entertained with wild flair and quickly dismissed. It was a great way to blow my credibility.
At the time, I thought I had experienced a new unparalleled in history mixture of coordinated manipulation based around collecting
damaging video.
Protected by elements studied from mental illness delusion. When something so foreign
and unheard of hits someone, some insanity results. I did go too far and made several mistakes
in my attempt to grapple with the situation. That was before I got to writing things out publicly.
I was a mess. It's not easy working out something so unique. I had little to compare my experiences with.
I am surrounded by a wall of silence. Everywhere I turn. It started a couple messages before the delusion about
studied security footage. I kept pumping out messages to the president. The investigative team.
After extended dead silence, I eventually stopped. I waited awhile and sent some lone final messages.
I can see how I shot my credibility down. I stand behind this public testimony outlined here.
It took me a while to figure out the nature of this thing. It is not a new invention.
It is a repackaged weapon studied from AI.
In defense of my wild postulation, it came from digesting some facts. The manager early in
our relationship had this theatrical line "Did ya read the contract?" I told her that the insurance
of my artwork was useless. I was slated to get pennies on the dollar for a stabbed painting.
She explained that what the insurance was doing was legal. Unethical but legal gray.
The manager relied on this old information about my sloppy carelessness when eventually hitting me with the predatory contract.
She prepared me by discussing how I would not want to get into a contract that I would later regret.
I chimed in that the way to avoid a regrettable contract is to pick a number that we can both agree on.
She led me to believe I was getting a contract we both would enjoy. I sent her numbers she appeared to agree with.
The contract presented seemed to be have the number I had offered. 20% of the first 6 sales. Deeper in, 10% of income from all from sales,
after a gallery took it's share, was hidden. When I pointed this out, the manager went straight for her
line with the same practiced flair. "Did ya read the contract?"
She had made assumptions about my contract reading based on limited information she's accumulated about me.
A skit was based around events from my life. Romania. Amsterdam. Herb. This information was studied
from interviews she'd filmed. How extensive was the study?
The manager had talked about analyzing a person's history when dealing with them. Their background profile.
How far did the data collection go? That's the point where I stepped too far.
In the dark, building my understanding of the events,
I explored several dead ends. I went from not adding up the puzzle pieces, to assembling the big picture.
Some mistakes were made along the way.
Study. Planning. Coordinated execution. That's what makes it PSYOPS. Skits. Gaslighting.
On top of good old fashioned manipulation. Slow methodical buildup of divisive spin.
Powered by control of video. Fostered hypersensitivity to captured security footage.
A natural silence.
2020-2025
On October 13, 2025 I was expelled from anything related to the gallery. This was after the gallery
went silent for about 1 month. Before I switched to piecing the story on my website,
I'd sent walls of unanswered messages to the investigative team. At some point I gave up.
The gallery board investigation received information which I've kept off this website.
The manager was able to manipulate me into running for office and almost got me to sign a
disadvantageous contract. The power she had over me was partly through disinformation.
Twisted negative stories about the gallery. Until the forced contract signing, I believed the
stories. Once she told me that I had rubbed her the wrong way, I realized everything had been
a game. Everything had been strategically set up. Wedge issues twisted out of innocent events.
Perhaps, the gallery does not want to explain publicly that they were a victim. It is easier to
keep quiet. I have not kept quiet. I believe this sort of destructive procedure can be replicated.
I believe if the public knew such a thing was possible, they would walk away when they saw signs of it.
It was a very pleasant experience at times. People will stick around and get hurt if they don't know that
such a trap exists.
I've been scapegoated. As the reason for being expelled, I was blamed for the dangerous
disinformation that I explained to the investigation. When I dived in to understand the situation, I came to some wrong conclusions.
I'm giving the board the benefit of the doubt that they'll eventually figure things out. A retraction of their accusation would be nice.
Unless it's necessary in order to save the gallery. In which case, we're good. Probable effect or goal of psychological operations: infighting amongst victims.
No artist wants to look like a trouble maker.
I'm keeping this story here despite its thorns. A very dangerous event known to the world as impossible
has happened. A procedure used by the military overseas has been adapted for use in small businesses.
The procedure can be spotted and eliminated. Victimized companies and individuals can be saved. First, there needs to be an acknowledgement
that psychological operations has been used. Otherwise, the only available model for understanding a domestic face-to-face civilian operated PSYOPS attack is delusion.
On October 15, 2025, I messaged Georgia General Assembly Senator Greg Dolezal a sample of both the public information and information only sent
to the gallery investigation. Georgia General Assembly Representative Todd Jones and Georgia Attorney General officer A. Rutherford were emailed complete information.
I've tipped media. This is a hard sell. Until more cases are recognized or other witnesses testify, I'm one man against the world. I was immersed for months. Other artists were there for 1 or 2 painting sessions.
The love bomb honeymoon period.
In person psychological operations can be used on any establishment. It was unexpected to see it in a gallery.
It can be pulled off anywhere. It's a new type of crime.
Government and the public needs to be aware PSYOPS is no longer just for foreign enemies. It was used in Georgia.
It can be used anywhere.
AI is for confirmation. I've been seeing the playbook unfold since the game was identified.
Remove a key member of the mission and the remaining crew adapt. Build it on the fly.
As began one of the manager's early in the propaganda campaign portrayals of leadership's supposed haphazard technique.
That's textbook.
I mentioned favorite harvesting. I forgot to explain that. I was offered gifts and took offers.
Wall space in the gallery isn't cheap. It started with one free painting on the wall early on.
The manager asked me to bring in more paintings. I owed her. I was in debt.
Early on, during the honeymoon period, she went the extra mile and worked at night producing
glorious videos. Begging is part of the equation. You get tantalizing examples of what is possible.
The videos slowed down to a trickle. I'd get hints of the possibilities still available but did
not want to enter any farther into debt by asking for better video. Debt. That'll get you under her power.
When she tried to push the contract down my throat, she brought up work she'd supposedly done.
I'm sure the crew did put work into me. That's the nature of the operation. Thank you. Get in touch. I promised you
I'd pay. I've been forbidden by the board to contact you. If the board has forbidden you to contact me,
we're out of luck. Maybe arrange for an intermediary.
You, dear reader, have the pretty part of the story. The part that is not too monstrous to tell.
The gallery board has banned me from talking to anyone gallery affiliated with the justification that I have spread racial stories.
The whistleblowing victim has been shot down by the victim institution.
That comes from telling the board's 2 person investigative team the crown jewel propaganda story that the manager successfully used to manipulate me.
I felt in danger for staying with the gallery yet at the same time was moved to save it by running for board presidency.
The investigative team did not wait around to hear the majority of the other propaganda. There's a list of stories. I gave the investigation the crown jewel
and the first story told to me.
I sent a list to media and government but that list is incomplete too.
I believed the narrative about the troubled gallery board. The carefully orchestrated propaganda moved me. I have been banned from talking. I on my own
without prompting would probably not discuss the stuff because it is so destructive.
I guess another person could discuss the stories. For the sake of science. Because that's the meat of psychological operations.
Tear down people. Tear down institutions. With words. Stories. Re explain reality. Find the most damaging angle on things.
My drawings aren't good. That was just one little fact I'm digesting. Maybe my paintings have masterstroke, the colors are all wrong but the
drawings behind the paintings, the sketches are worthless. That's information delivered directly to me by my art rep. The manager. A talented spin doctor.
There's a more vicious level of freedom she took with propaganda behind targets' backs. In the effort to launch people against the targets.
Through the manager's built up stories, I became quite prepared to undo the wrongs supposedly done by the gallery's board.
The manager was good. Believable. I can bet anything this was not her first psychological operation.
There's missing stories up and down this event. You have the part that was easy to tell.
You got the cute stuff. Trust me. I'm left holding the big bombs. I've explained the issue to everybody with one hand tied behind my back.
Psychological operations create, by design, hairy stories too cumbersome to explain. At least at the point where the victim is battling the world to establish credibility.
At the point where not a single entity has agreed with the victim that psychological operations have occurred. Oh cruel world, you deserve your own undoing. Just kidding.
Toooootally just kidding. I in no way ever contemplated or just say any of that.
Here's the lesson I walk away with. I'm in the middle of painting 2 law officers. The title is everything.
The framing is nuclear powerful. I can destroy or bring peace with what I choose to name the painting. Today, the officer painting is
"Very Valuable Asset." My buddy suggested it should be "Swine Torso lé Phot." There's a world of distance in between those 2 framings with many other
possibilites in all directions.
Animation is the combination of
story and picture. Painting is condensed animation. Framing lives outside of art too. Start
seeing the light by which something is understood as framing. Understanding can be reframed.
Graphic designers, marketers, and I'm guessing writers, sweat a lot about fine tuning their message for optimal impact.
The same message hits and sticks successfully or not based on how well it is crafted and delivered.
Some people seem to think messages can move the world.
I was enslaved by some twisted far out stories told by a tiny crew over the span of months.
Delivery was a cool slow and easy. Seeding. I helped them finish their sentences half the time.
Rather than run up jumping up and down, it was more like a slip on the way out the door.
Extra nodding heads seal the deal.
Framing can trap and manipulate. Framing is power. Taking control of framing is empowering.
In life, successful framing is a consolidated campaign. A single voice holds little power until others join in.
Art is a separate tool of power. Different rules apply.
But then again. Framing. The stories that framed real events were eventually seen as twisted inventions.
Half the country doen't believe the stories of any president in power. Framing narratives have their limitations.
There are geographical limits to stories. One nation's stories of patriotic heroism stop at its borders.
The next nation has its own fables.
Framing has its limits. But, cult followers will tell you from exquisite experience. I can tell you. Stories have power.
Lives are directed by belief. The ideal, I guess, is to understand stories for what they are. Anywhere on the spectrum between simplification and goal oriented twisting of reality.
Stories unite. Stories divide. Stories are tools of control.
People are aware of the faults of stories that compete with their own. There is a blindness of
faults of the stories they themselves live under. There is a blindness to understanding what sometimes silent stories are surrounding us.
Anything accepted as fact. Ain't always so. That it works. That it makes all the other equations possible. That it makes you happy, doesn't make it real.
Skepticism. Doubt is as noble as love. Wink. Wink.
I need to make a crucial retraction. I did not do much research. If I start doing some research, it's not that easy
to find an explanation of the methods used under the definition of psychological operations. This was not a "by the book" PSYOPS operation as I hastily concluded.
Takes a little bit of digging to match the procedures used to PSYOPS. This is was a creative combination of methods based off of PSYOPS.
A new beast evolved from military procedure. Cute skits for the video is especially hard to pin on traditional technique.
That one appears to be a hot new improvement. Based on hasty research, basics match.
Nah. By the book. Just gotta dig the way they did.
And then again. AI maps anything you want to PSYOPS. Gardening. Babysitting. Ballet. Anything at all.
In which case, ignore my PSYOPS naming and just pay attention to the campaign described. Campaign of acted skits on video.
Collecting video for blackmail. That one is not explained here on this website. Multidimensional research of subjects.
Tearing subjects down by messing with their heads. Empowering manager. Creating messed up stories to get people
to do stuff and tear down the reputation of the gallery (cult quality manipulative story telling).
Vice baiting (outlined to my wife, government, media and gallery's investigation as part of blackmail video
description). Isolating subject with crew who agree on agenda. Getting subject to do stuff against his will. Methodical, slowly built up long term campaign targeting
many and implemented by a team. Fake friendship like relationship building.
If this is not psychological operations than
I christen it Delusion Crew. Purposeful creation of delusion like events and skewed stories.
The victims play along because there's no way to understand implications until the unrealistic demand drops.
At that point you look back and see the stack of odd events to be explained in order to battle the event.
Welcome to the real world.
2019-2025
This is one of the forbidden fruits of knowledge. The secret has been suppressed, hidden,
and used. It is not a new invention. Creating events that resemble delusion can be used to manipulate someone.
The victim plays along. At some point, a demand is made. The victim has three options.
He can go along with the first demand and perhaps be forced into further compliance.
He can expose the group that has been manufacturing delusion like events. This one, I can attest to,
is crippling. The world is wired for the victim to be isolated and not believed. The third option
is for the victim to quietly flee and allow the manipulators to continue their work on others.
In the age of video, the technique is more powerful than it has ever been. The technique is
in use by government under the name of Psychological Operations. The technique doesn't require vast
effort or resources. AI is leaking how to tips and advanced techniques. I am on a quest to
bring public awareness to the issue. An understanding that this manipulation is possible and that
the effects are serious will help people understand the process if they see it.
I do feel like I may be helping spread the use of this technique. In the past,
humanity has decided it best to keep this knowledge buried. In the past, AI was not around
to spread the secret. Videos were not around to amplify the strength of the technique.
Perhaps, as other novel crimes, delusion fabrication will remain a rare occurence. Public awareness
will have side effects including some level of loss of trust. Disbelief of unique oddities.
We've learned to live with scams. This is the in-person breed.
The technique is ideal for use in the context of business or politics. A prize, a goal, a gain
drives the process. Destruction is a side effect. Welcome to the real world.
The symptoms of a sane person cornered into looking delusional match the symptoms of
Psychological Operations victims. For me, there's break up pain in the chest and hints of headaches
for starters. Mania like anger that breaks into calm relief if the situation appears solved.
But that's not entirely true. Being a victim of psychological operations is fun.
The manipulation team needs to keep the manipulated victim happy.
The aim is to develop a frienship like relationship.
The victim will at some point be forced to do something against his will. Until then,
the relationship needs to grow. No one wants to lose an investment that is being groomed to be used.
The symptoms of distress only kick in after the forced action. Ideally, the victim performs
what is being demanded. Otherwise, the victim jumps out of the operation's hold and may then
face the symptoms. He has realized the immense scope of the trick. If he tries to talk about the
psychological manipulation, he is describing what sounds like delusion. Any description of something resembling delusion
is in 2025 automatically categorized as a mental illness symptom. By most everybody out there.
When use of psychological operations becomes commonplace, the automatic judgement of
mental illness will be less automatic. Separating delusion from fabricated acts resembling delusion
isn't as hard as it seems. Common sense can be used. Manipulation using fabricated acts resembling delusion
is an effort with a goal. It is a sexy, attractive manipulation designed to create a bond with the victim.
At some point the victim will be forced to do things against his will.
Real delusion is described as torture. There is no realistic purpose in mental illness delusion.
AI is publicly released the enhanced manipulation procedure.
There are people who know how to use the advanced manipulation techniques and the rest of us. Sitting ducks. Ready for slaughter.
I have a plan that will neutralize the psychological warfare weapon. Public awareness. Psychological operations
technique had been kept a secret. That kept the weapon's power potent. Widespread knowledge that
delusion can be mimicked for the purposes of manipulation will give people the warning to step away from
situations which otherwise seem mysterious and enticing. The technique is adaptable to local situations.
Don't expect an exact replica of the event I've described.
I have a feeling that the story of reality is never told beyond youtube self postings and online journal testimonials.
There is a list of taboo topics that are ignored by the mainstream. I can fully see why. At the mere mention of something
resembling delusion, the world instinctively turns its back and demands silence. I feel like I'm sitting
on a gold mine of true life stories doomed to be silenced. Authors need to find publishers. Artists need to find galleries.
Holywood is preoccupied with shooting games and car chases. Maybe I don't watch enough screen. Has a realistic portrayal
of say targeted individual delusion ever been attempted on the public stage?
I'm here to save lives.
You get played by one of these stunts and, with no verified precedent, it's easy for the world to turn their backs.
You try to explain what happened and most people cut you off at the mention of skits.
After weeks worth of exhaustive explanations, the one guy who listenes
keeps finding new ways to tell you're insane.
There's around the clock mania the first couple of weeks. The way I found calmness was probably by disclosing enough of the story. Then there's a graduation to everyday
pain in the stomach, chest and head. Symptoms instantly resurface from pushback of story. A calm returns quite quickly upon
acceptance of story. For months. My new trigger is questioning of my sanity. Wouldn't it be anyones if they were in the predicament
after being deceived by an easily avoidable trick? A trick no one imagined possible. Precious few imagine it after it has happened.
This is suicide serious.
If not, drive into traffic serious because you can't concentrate on anything except explaining yourself back into society.
There's got to be a precedent people can point to. Some thing that explains that just because an organized group
acted skits, doesn't mean you've gone insane. Automatic labeling. That's why I'm spreading the word. Automatic disbelief because this is somehow
absolutely unprecedented and 100% impossible.
Automatic banishment with no discussion.
Automatic isolation is deadly.
The stunt itself is mostly fun. It's the reaction of world to the revealed truth that kills.
The whistleblower was blamed for the negative stories about the gallery. The staff remained for a while.
With no precedent, anyone pointing to skits is treated as delusional. The operation doing the skits remains in power.
To make unrooting similar operations possible, there's got to be acknowledgment that the tactic is real.
We've got this event here that clearly happened. I'm explaining it back and forth to everybody. There's video documentation.
The video is not being looked at. The manager has her own videos of some things. I believe the skits and damaging stories were mostly played to
the security cameras the manager liked to make everyone exquisitely aware of.
The gallery board knows what kind of security
footage they have and won't discuss details.
The security cameras probably captured audio. Otherwise, the manager would look like a fool
always talking to the cameras in front of everyone including staff not part of her operation. At the time, with the manager offering
the security cameras frequent legal disclaimers, a feeling grew that everything in the gallery was documented.
Stories built up irrational beliefs. At the time, I did not see things as irrational. One of the irrational outcomes of witnessing someone
constantly talking to the security cameras is that small mistakes supposedly captured over months in the gallery start to pile up on the conscience.
Remember,
the manager is the video producer. An editor.
If someone had the editing power, they could make me look like a jerk. Over months, there's ongoing pile of little things I regret.
The irrational feeling
became that the manager owned me with video she could edit down to my errors.
I had to play along or risks her using her storytelling
talents against me. This is the power she had over me. Remember. We are talking about a talented spind doctor who in the end proved
to have pitted me against a the gallery's board through monstrous twisting of their innocent stories.
I was somehow weary of her power of distortion despite not doubting her stories. I had made attempts to defend the board against the manager's
earliest accusations,
but by the end,
had started accepting the stories whole.
The other irrational thing I can point to is me running for president out of disgust of stories told about the board.
The stories were presented over the months by a person I initially thought of as a friend. The staff agreed with the stories.
Looking back, the final stories could clearly have been seen as monstrous distortions had I not been groomed into becoming accustomed to believing.
The weapon is institutionalized in a business. This gives the operation credibility. You can question the motives of random people
on the street. It's harder to question the motives of a manager and all her staff. After they've worked somewhere for
months.
This, friends, is an awesome weapon. It is full strength because the entire world
believes it can not exist outside of delusion. I invite you
to research reports of skit acting. I think you will find the delusional cases clearly unrealistic.
Psychological Operations is a tool of manipulation which repackages reality.
Psychological Operations is a military tool of storytelling enhanced by weaponized psychology.
AI is explaining technique that is dangerous in the wrong hands.
Public awareness will keep victims from being wrongfully blamed as delusional. Public awareness
will make operations easier to spot and less painful to stop.
New technologies have side effects. Humanity evolves. Internet brought finding spouses through searchable dating profiles.
One of the side effects of AI is the dissemination of an advanced weapon which moves the established boundary of sanity and insanity.
Realistic plausible use of skits and gaslighting is no longer an impossibility.
In silence sway the seas of the mind.
Though conscience thaws in darkness,
consequence is blind.
2022-2023
