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Twelve Years in the Grave: Mind Control with Electromagnetic Spectrums, the Invisible Modern Concentration Camp.
By Soleilmavis Liu
Twelve Years in the Grave
Mind Control with Electromagnetic Spectrums,
the Invisible Modern Concentration Camp.
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I would like to dedicate this book to those victims, who have suffered the horrible covert abuse and torture with voice-to-skull technologies, mind control technologies, and any kind of electromagnetic spectrums.
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The Author and the Book
Soleilmavis Liu is a Chinese citizen, born and raised in China in a rural area.
She was first attacked in December, 2001 by remote voice to skull and electromagnetic mind control technologies when she was studying for a Master`s Degree in Australia. At the time, she was unfamiliar with mind control technologies. Eventually, she came to learn of these technologies that are being secretly used or covered up by governments worldwide to control and harass the populace.
This book tells the true story of Soleilmavis Liu, one of many private citizens to discover that they are test-subject victims for the study of electromagnetic radiation technologies and global surveillance equipment. During her horrible period in the grave, her soul was waylaid, but God answered her cries, and gave her love and support. Losing her life to find God was a true consolation and brought joy to her soul and gave her the strength to be a soldier rather than a victim. She worked hard to seek justice by exposing these horrible crimes to the public, which - if not exposed and publicized – in the future humanity would no longer know the meaning of physical inviolability and privacy.
Acknowledgements
I would like to thank the many mind control victims and supporters who have been helping me to expose the abuse and torture of voice to Skull technologies and mind control with electromagnetic spectrums to the public.
I would like to thank my family who loved me and gave their much needed moral support, and also assisted me financially during these past twelve years that I was not able to support myself due to these horrible abuses and accompanying electromagnetic spectrums.
I would like to thank the following people who have supported and encouraged me through the completion of "Twelve Years in the Grave": Curtis Baker in USA, John Finch, human rights activist in Australia, Cheryl Twyford in USA, and Cheryl Locke in Canada.
Chapter One
As mankind ventured further into the new millennium, the whole world was entering into a challenging new era. I also wished to improve myself by studying for a Master’s Degree, to adapt to the challenging world. It was at the turn of the new millennium, that I went to Melbourne, the southernmost city of Australia, the South Land, to study for a Master’s Degree in Business Information Technology.
Many people all over the world had been celebrating the new millennium since December 2000, but in Melbourne, people were preparing to celebrate it at the end of 2001.
Following the warmest summer in Melbourne since 1855 the string of warm days far exceeded the previous record of 78 days, set between December 29, 2000, and March 16, 2001 [2]. This December of 2001 seemed a normal summer, and the police officers were wearing their short-sleeved uniforms. In contrast, I still wore a thick black jacket with a blue downy collar and lining.
In the classroom, I studiously and carefully continued writing notes on the details from the lesson while the teacher was assigning the homework. This was today’s last class, and at four o’clock in the afternoon, the classes were finished. Some classmates had already packed their schoolbags. As soon as the teacher finally said: “Goodbye everyone!”, my classmates said in unison, “Goodbye Mr. Julian”, the noises of moving tables and chairs and the buzz of conversation were heard. Some classmates left hastily and waved at me as they went out the door, saying, “Goodbye Liu”.
I smiled at them from my chair. It was already 4PM, but I wanted to finish my homework, plus I was also waiting for my roommate, just like every day.
She was a very beautiful Malaysian Chinese girl of twenty one years of age, and her name was Ellen. We rented a small two bedroom apartment which was no more than forty square meters. Each of us owned a small but cozy bed room which was just able to accommodate a single bed and a small wardrobe. We had a small windowless parlor which was also the kitchen and where we squeezed in a refrigerator, a cupboard, a gas stove, an oven, a microwave oven, some tableware. A small dining table with four chairs was in the middle of the room. The door of a small bath room faced the middle of the parlor.
Ellen and I enjoyed keeping the small apartment clean and tidy. The fact that she had learned to cook the western-style meal from her grandmother made my life with her extra delightful. We had both come alone to Australia, cooking and eating together, going to school and the library together, gave us the feeling of being a family.
I liked this girl as if she was my own sister, not only because she was good at cooking and housework, but also because of her attitudes towards school. She always said that she would study hard in school, and she tried to learn as much as she could. It was a pleasure to see that a girl who came from a wealthy family could take her studies seriously.
Almost all of my Asian schoolmates were from wealthy families, and I was a rarity among them. In China, I studied in one of the top primary schools and entered into one of the top secondary schools. I stayed away from the chaos in the university, during the 1989 movement in China. My father and mother had worked in rural areas for almost all their lives, and they could not earn enough money to support me overseas, so I worked in China and abroad for several years, earning and saving for my studies. Eventually, I applied to a university to studying for a Master’s Degree in Melbourne, Australia. I valued my time and money; I studied hard to be one of the most diligent students here.
At about 6PM, Ellen and I walked to our flat to have dinner. After dinner, we went to the library together and stayed there until 8:30PM, as usual.
Living with such a young intelligent, studious, happy girl, and being a student who was studying for a Master’s Degree, my life felt like a pure fairy tale, so free and unfettered, it seemed that I had never experienced pressures from working and life.
This was a very normal summer afternoon. Because it was so normal, I could not even remember the date. It was indeed a warm day. Feeling hot, I took off my thick black jacket, only wearing a pale yellowish green shirt before we went shopping. At 160cm in height, 48kg in weight, people said that I looked younger than Ellen.
Ellen and I bought some Chinese food and went back to our flat.
Our place was a three-story flat which was still under renovation, and construction workers were still working on the first floor. There used to be a window at the end of the corridor, but the builders had built a small room there with a washing machine inside, so the corridor was rather dark, even in the day time.
Ellen said that she feared the dark, so I always talked loudly when we walked in the corridor. Carrying two heavy bags and walking all that distance, we were both sweating and panting at this point. I leaned against the wall near the door, looking at Ellen intentionally with helpless adoration and affection. She let out a laugh. “Lazy girl”, she said, and put down her bags and took out the key.
I was about to rush into the room as soon as the door opened, but Ellen suddenly dragged me back, and said nervously “Wait! There is something wrong.”
“Wrong? What’s wrong?” I looked at her puzzled.
Ellen opened the door all the way and said: “Look at the floor.”
I looked at the floor of our room in the dim light and saw several big, looming footprints. The thought of a thief flashed in my mind. I looked at Ellen, and we stepped back together. I told myself that we should not feel too scared since it was day time; there were others living in the nearby flats, and we could hear the reassuring sounds of the construction workers talking and their banging hammers.
There was no mistake - we had cleaned the floor before we went shopping. These footprints were big; they were obviously from tall men. I was often oblivious to my surroundings and the small details of life, but I knew that Ellen was meticulous, and I could trust her completely. If Ellen had not seen the footprints, I might not have noticed them.
We stood listening in front of the door for at least three minutes, the room was quiet.
“Even if a thief did enter our room, he has already left.” I said to Ellen and walked into the room in front of her. She rushed to her room and checked her new computer and belongs; I checked my stuff too. Neither of us noticed anything missing.
This little incident did not spoil our good mood for the rest of the day. Ellen prepared western food, tender roast beef, and I cooked rice. We had a good dinner. I also finished the leftover milk which we had put inside the refrigerator after breakfast. Ellen and I never wasted food.
After dinner, I lay on the bed and continued to read a computer book on HTML. After reading only a few pages, I was starting to feel terrible. My whole body became very hot as if I had a high fever, and then I felt extremely cold. Ellen did not notice anything similar. I turned on the electric heater, and tried to sleep. Next morning, I felt normal. I looked in the mirror and did not find anything unusual about my face. I was attentive in class as usual, but soon became a slight headache.
During the next week, the headache went worse and worse. I got a strange feeling that there were some eyes from a far corner glancing at me, but when I tried to look for those eyes, they disappeared.
The pain got worse in the following weeks. Because of the terrible pain, it felt like I was living in a dream, and I felt colder and colder. Walking along the street, I felt as I was plankton floating in the water, and the people around me looked like swimming fishes. I felt eyes flickering at me, which were like frozen fish eyes floating up from below the glacier of the South Pole. Sitting in the classroom, it seemed like the voices of teachers and classmates were coming from far distances. Sometime I saw their lips were moving, but I could not hear what they were talking about.
Occasionally, near midnight, I started hearing whispers in my ears in my dreams, but when I would wake up suddenly from the dream, it was silent. I could hear only the sound of a lone car passing through a far street in the cold night of Melbourne Summer.
One very cold summer night, I vaguely heard strange voices in my dream, saying, “She is ugly! She is dirty!” I suddenly woke up from the dream and heard a clear voice say, “Quiet!” Then, a few young voices shouted, “She is ugly!” One voice in Chinese said, “She is awake, don’t talk!” Another voice in Chinese said, “We will let other people know about her”.
Hearing such vivid talking, in the middle of such a quiet night, made me break out in a cold sweat. I held my breath and wanted to hear more, but it was quiet again. I could not sleep well that night. For the next few days after, I did not hear the “voices”. I started suspecting that it had been just a dream when I had heard those voices a few days earlier, but one week later, I heard them again, in the middle of the night. The voices were so clear; it sounded as they were from just downstairs. They made my flesh crawl. I held my breath, straining to hear, but most of the time, the voices were just whispering, and I could not clearly hear what they were talking about.
One night, I heard them talking about what I had been doing in my room. I thought to myself, “Are these people watching me?” I suddenly remembered the big footprints and wondered if someone had fixed a secret camera in my room. I assumed that if I could hear their voices, they must be hiding in some place nearby to my room.
I went to the third and first floors several times in the following few days, trying to find out who was living there, but I did not find anything strange. Yet those voices sounded as if they were coming from downstairs. I talked to Ellen about the voices I heard at midnight, but Ellen said she heard nothing.
The voices were like demons which had just come out from their dens. They kept sucking my spirit and consuming my energy. They were waylaying my harmless soul, and swallowing me alive, like the grave.
In some mythologies, there were poltergeists which could occupy human bodies, but I did not believe in poltergeists. I was 100% positive that they were human beings who were watching me with high technologies…………
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