I see your game.
2025



 

It's out there on the hashtag circuit already. #psyopsbusinesssabotage. Has the press taken psychological operation in your own back yard seriously yet? This is not about my case though I can describe my beautiful case. I want to be the press for this issue until the world starts paying attention to this stuff.

This is a dedicated email address for this issue:

scoop@alexsacui.com

If you see something, I've been there. I know what it's like. I'm Alex Sacui. My family has schizophrenia. I am well versed in distinguishing the line between reality and delusion.

Extracting yourself out of systemized manipulation is no easy feat. The world needs to be aware this happens so people can step away when it starts happening to them. Sitting in the pleasantly warm slow boil thinking it's no big deal is naive.





On site business to business destructive psychological operation.
2025



 

I don't watch enough TV. I've heard of PSYOPS and thought it involved soldiers or something. PSYOPS is messing with people. Messing with their heads. Manipulation with a goal. 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 long 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. If there's game going on for a reason, follow the money trail. If there's a power structure that pushes people to do stuff they wouldn't do, it might be PSYOPS. You don't have to look for soldiers. Look for those who are busy building entangling relationships of power over others. I have no experience with off site PSYOPS. I can tell you a thing or two about long term face to face manipulation campaign.

In my case, I'm at this point still waiting for others to verify my story. A handful of people across the country have a list of the suspects and complete details. Supposedly, there's security camera video of most of my experience. Any escalation triggers calls to law enforcement, press and legal defense. I'm not seeking justice. As things stand, I have no need to expose individuals involved. As far as I care, everyone involved can walk away without consequence and call me nuts. My aim is to save the world from the naive notion that friendly acquaintances are incapable of some serious harm. When something like this happens again, there is precedent outside of delusion. Even art counts for something. People need to start thinking about the dangers of military grade manipulation. This stuff doesn't just happen in government. It can happen in your life.









Strategic entrapment.
2025



 



Wow. At first I thought I had experienced the newest thing under the sun. A breathtakingly beautiful, unique, invention. Hidden agenda of control and manipulation cloaked with characteristics studied from delusion centered around the use of video footage. Now that I read a thing or two about PSYOPS, this is looking like generic textbook procedure applied to a small business setting. Cameras use just wasn't discussed in the short AI description I read yesterday. But if I do a tiny bit more reading, less and less is looking inventive.

A handful of videotaped skits sprinkled in over months worth of entangling relationship. Part of the brew. Nothing seems innovative anymore except that it happened in such an unexpected place. Face to face in person low budget PSYOPS campaign over months. Using standard textbook procedure. Coming to a coffeehouse near you. Your place of work. This is 2025.

There was no monetary loss yet. I lost my mind figuring out how deep this thing went but luckily recovered. Not much angle to sue from. It's looking legal gray. Surprising setting but standard procedure.

I'm just a boring old PSYOPS victim. I can't see what to do about this law wise. I guess I'll just spread the word. If it happened here, expect it anywhere.







 

P.S. 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










Videomafia.
2025



 



Realizing that what I experienced is not a beautiful invention but standard PSYOPS techniques applied on a shoe string budget is disappointing. I'm left with spreading the word about PSYOPS on a back yard scale instead of describing some new under the sun beast. There's nothing invented here. All text book except scale and target.

I was really fired up when I thought I'd discovered a powerful combination of mobster like favor harvesting, manipulation, spreading a detrimental narrative, cloaked with traits of psychotic delusion using the camera for blackmail effect. That's just PSYOPS. There was no creativity here. Just watch some how to youtube and find a team.

I guess I'll just wrap up for now. The 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 accusation. There may or may not be surveillance video documenting the half year event.

Signs of in person PSYOPS:

• 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.

• Is there a clean way to say this? Bull**. That's the sign. Fake too good to be true B.S.

• Entirely delightful charm of supporting cast.

• A theme of bait.

• 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.

 



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.

If the writing and acting weren't sloppy and transparent, this operatation would have survived and gained momentum. New targets see the existing targets as precedent and trust the system. There was a great plan to insert puppet targets into positions of overlook.

PSYOPS success is highly possible if performed by better talent. One of the actors was good but was forced to work with poor material. This stunt is totally doable and ready for primetime in your neighborhood. Might be a good time to invent some legal punishment to deter PSYOPS as a crime. How do you wake the legislature? I'm guessing press. Maybe, wait for some legal cases to pile up. This event seemed practiced and designed to be swept under the rug.








AI inspired small scale predatory face-to-face PSYOPS.
2014, 2026



 

Politicians. Musicians. Artists. Small, young businesses. Who else cares about their reputation? The emerging. The unestablished. The ones with uncertain futures. That's the ideal targets. Ripe for a camera buly game. Some targets attract vultures.

Public image curation might not initially be on people's minds. During an in person PSYOPS attack, 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.

PSYOPS 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. The art of spin with morality removed becomes manipulation.

 

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.

Skits. Some skits fit a pattern. Several people had their own version of the same routine. All but one of the skits were recognized as dangling bait. Some skits had storylines more unrealistic than others.

 

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. When I eventually did, the unparalleled result blew. My. Mind. "Flipping" and "madness" have literal roots. "Losing your mind" comes from losing your shoes, your kid's bike and, among other things, composure.

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. Now, let's return to the gallery.

The people working with the manager afterwards 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.










Manipulation Inoculation
January 12-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. 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. Some return as schizophrenic.

PSYOPS. 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 play too.
2018-2026

 

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. PSYOPS on unsuspecting world is foolproof. The result is that no one believes me. Everyone turns their back on me. If my art is not pretty enough, no one buys my story. If I don't have the proper credentials, history of fighting back and voluminous experience toying with the sanity line, I am forced to follow in the steps of the victimized host company: silence. 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.

The delusion 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 operator was one of the few who knew of it. In any case, the stunt is a glorious invention.

That was a week before the word PSYOPS 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 how they invented this. One day, someone found some AI description of PSYOPS. And then used the knowledge.

They are ahead of me on the AI. They use the other model. Whatever they call it. I guess now it's a battle of my AI verses theirs. My 100 Instagram followers verses her thousands. AI, what do I do now?







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.








Standby back up.
October 6-17, 2025



 

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 wish I had it. It was Hollywood ready. I sounded certain that the gallery staff studies the content of security footage. You can feed them the wrong information and they use it. I forwarded a screenshot to the manager. It was a postulation entertained with wild flair and quickly dismissed. It was a huge mistake.


 

At the time, I thought I had experienced a new unparalleled in history mixture of coordinated manipulation based around video. Hidden behind. 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 my 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 said were more than expected.

The contract presented appeared to be have the number I had offered. 20% of the first 6 sales. Deeper in, 10% of income 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 response 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 crime, 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.






Mandatory exposé cover-up.
2021-2026
 

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 according to my art rep. The manager. A talented spin doctor. 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.

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.

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.








In silence sway the seas of the mind.
Though conscience thaws in darkness,
consequence is blind.
2022-2023