The Victimization Experience of A Former Central TV Arts Program Director, Beijing Ah Yan
The Victimization Experience of Beijing Ayan, a Former CCTV Arts Program Director
Category: Chinese brainwave instrument victim's article
He had chatted with the victim on QQ before. He was once the director of a Central TV art show. After he was harmed, he left Central TV in anger because the perpetrator had tried to sow discord and pushed the blame to zf. A typical victim fooled by a victim, who had long mistakenly thought that he had a mental problem. However, even if the illusion was more realistic than the truth, it could not escape the essence of the illusion and would eventually give itself away.
From Ah Yan's experience, it was not difficult to discover that this technology was being used by more and more shameless "people" who were bored and perverted to sexually harass young men and women. Moreover, he would usually pretend to tell the victim that he loved her. In addition to sexual harassment, it was also common for these perverts to insult the victims (mostly women) and make them prostitutes. There were even many 18-or 19-year-old girls who were purely in school. If the victim had seen through the true colors of this group of prostitutes, they would say something like the old prostitute from House 706 in Building II of Jing X Village,"You're too conservative if you don't become a prostitute. How would you know if you're good if you don't try being a prostitute?" Therefore, this kind of animal slandered others and created a "fishing vessel", which was exactly a description of themselves. That was why many victims called this perverted family the chicken family. This wasn't an insult, but a demonstration of his shamelessness.
Sister, I almost died a few days ago. My heart suddenly felt very uncomfortable and I couldn't move. (The victim should not worry too much about this. The perpetrator can also create a feeling of n heartbeats.）I think I'm quite lucky to have a husband who loves me so much and gives me freedom. I'm quite happy to die in front of him. (Recently, I told Ah Yan that Central TV was going to interview her. Her husband did not agree to let him come and said that if he wanted to come, he would divorce her.) She felt that since he loved Ah Yan so much, he should believe her. After all, there was nothing she could do even if she took medicine. Perhaps coming here was the solution to the problem. Why didn't he trust his lover and let her participate in the show?？）
My mom told me to admit that I was sick and take my medicine. It made me feel uncomfortable. They also made me see red light, temporarily blind my eyes, and made me have obscene dreams, homosexual dreams. (Again, he used the device to sexually harass young women. This was a common method used by boring, perverted, and shameless people.）
I was in Beijing. At that time, I was working at CCTV as a director. I was stupid and didn't dare to say anything, so I took it on myself. My uncle also works at CCTV, but he trusts my mom. I had a dream yesterday. I dreamed that I wrote a letter to Zeng X Hong's daughter-in-law, Jiang X. She had met him a few times over dinner before, but they weren't very close. He really wanted to write to her this morning, but he felt that his dreams were all fake and that it was useless to write to her. Now, he was already bearing the label of being mentally ill. (By making the victim bear the label of mental illness, no one would believe the victim's words, including the victim's relatives and friends.）Now, I've been out for four years and I don't even know anyone in the station. I used to do artistic programs. The world of dance seems to have disappeared.
I've seen people who hurt me. It was July 31st, 2001. I had just come out of the station and was feeling a little confused. I didn't have much work to do at the time, so I came out for a walk. He sat in a restaurant at Starbucks for a while and thought about his future development. I seemed to be thinking a lot. When I looked up, I saw a tanned man staring at me blankly. The man looked extremely evil and hateful. Beside him were four old men on the phone. He heard on the phone that Xiang Xicheng was the finance minister at that time. I didn't pay attention to them at first, but when I heard that they were so awesome, I took a look. He even cut off the line after saying that. (Note, this only means that the man appeared near the awesome person, but it doesn't mean that he has anything to do with the awesome person.) Appearing in the vicinity of the awesome person attracted Ah Yan's attention. This was also the conclusion after asking Ah Yan. The victim should not be too sensitive and make too many unnecessary guesses.）
At this moment, the man who saw me entered the house. I was sitting outside. After buying a few bottles of water, I saw that he had recruited a very slippery man. They pointed at me and smiled evilly, but I didn't take it seriously. They left first. When I got up to leave, I realized that their car was waiting for me at a place in Xidan that didn't allow parking. I took a few more steps and clearly felt that someone was following me. I had never felt anyone following me before. That day, I didn't drive. When I walked to the subway, I turned around abruptly. A man stopped walking and lowered his head. I was still wondering why I was so sick. I was so worried that I scared him, but I didn't care. After a few days, I didn't leave the house. One day, I wanted to go out and buy something. I saw that man again, and a young man. I was a little scared.
I hate it at home. They don't lock the security door at night. One day, when I woke up, I realized that I woke up very strangely, as if I had woken up after being anesthetized. I had a mouth when I slept, and that day, my mouth didn't open either. It was a very strange feeling, and I had just washed my hair the night before, but it was very dirty that day. I went to take a shower again and found that there was a lot of red stuff flowing out of my head. It didn't seem to be blood, it was thinner than blood. (Although I think that most of the victims should have encountered non-implanted chip or electrode-type devices, I can't rule out the possibility that some victims will encounter devices that require implanted chips or electrode-type devices. Ah Yan's description gives me the feeling that she seems to be a victim of implanted chips. If that's the case, we might be able to take a scan and find the chip.)）
I found it very strange. Then, I heard someone scolding me. It was very unpleasant. I couldn't stand it. (A common method used by the perpetrator to treat the victim, sexual humiliation. However, many victims were too ashamed to talk about it. It was as if this was not the shamelessness of the perpetrator, but the fact that the victim had done something shameful. The victims had to change their misconceptions and bravely expose the truth. They had to expose the ugly and shameless faces of the people who harmed them. They had to fight against evil and make a name for themselves. Only in this way could the good atmosphere of society prevent these people from being so arrogant.）She made a lot of noise at night, saying that she wanted to have sex with me, and that she wanted to marry me. (Don't you think about who this bastard's family is worthy of marrying? He can only be like the male dog of Family 706 in Building II of Jing X Village, incest with his mother and sister.)）
At that time, I didn't think to check for a wound on my head, and now I don't want to make things big. The doctor doesn't believe such a thing either. When I was hospitalized, I did a cerebral blood flow chart and it was normal. Although I don't work now, I have a factory at home that requires me to report every day. My parents are watching me, afraid that I'll go out and wander around. I even went to the hospital. No one believed me. (When the perpetrator uses this kind of radio wave and electromagnetic wave brain control technology to harm people, not only can they not see or touch it, but it will also make it difficult to find actual evidence. It can also make people around you, including your relatives, not believe you and think that you have a problem with your brain. This move is indeed very sinister. That's why the person who harmed me, Block II, Room 706 of Jing X Village, thought that I couldn't find evidence and sue them. He arrogantly shouted,"If you have evidence, go ahead and sue me. Who asked you to be unlucky? I'm just peeping at you. So what? Be careful that if you sue me, people will say that your family is a crazy bitch." Love later said that illusions were sometimes more real than the truth. Unfortunately, I wasn't as easy to deal with as they thought. Many things that happened were too strange and couldn't be explained by mental problems. The person who caused me trouble, Block II, Room 706 of Jing X Village, was now complaining. Why was I so unlucky to meet someone like you? He even said that you were the one who caused my family to be unlucky. I said that you will die if you do more injustice. This is your family's retribution. They told me that many people didn't dare to make a sound, but you were the only one who caused a huge commotion on the Internet. "You even discussed with me that we should harm others. You see, others are living better than you. I'll harm them. If I don't harm you, you won't write, okay? He replied with two sentences,"A kind person is bullied by others." If you don't want others to know, don't do it. The victim should not be too worried that others would not understand. If you don't tell them, the fewer people who know the truth, the more disadvantageous it is for the victim.）
At first, I thought it was because there was a camera at home, so I drew the curtains during the day and thought about what was going on all day. (When I was first harmed, I also drew the curtains. Later, the perpetrator slandered me and said that I deliberately drew the curtains to seduce people.）Then they told me that I was the granddaughter of a woman, which was even more ridiculous. He even said that the Americans knew about it and wanted to see how I treated them. I really believed it because my grandmother died when my mother was very young. I smiled when I saw foreigners on the road and they said that I did a good job. Zhu Rongji was unhappy because the foreigner liked him too much and didn't support him. How laughable is it to support me and make me the empress? Then, I felt pain all over my body and said that Zhu Zl wanted to kill me. I thought that it was because something was put on my clothes that it hurt. She always threw away her clothes, bed sheets, and pillows. She didn't cover anything and didn't tell anyone, afraid that she would implicate her parents and family. (At that time, I told one of my classmates about the perpetrator slandering me and impersonating my friend to slander me. She said that they weren't screenwriters or directors, right? They were quite good at making up stories. The perpetrator often took advantage of the innocence and innocence of the victim to fabricate all kinds of lies and create all kinds of illusions to deceive the victim and lure the victim into falling for it. After all, the victims wouldn't associate with random people. They had little experience in this area and would easily listen to others. I had this problem back then as well. I easily believed the false image of the perpetrator and thought that my teachers and classmates were slandering me. "Also, some victims don't dare to make it public for fear of implicating their families. My idea is that as long as the perpetrator exists, they are a hidden danger that threatens the safety of others 'lives and property. So, do you want to keep this hidden danger, or do you want to get rid of this hidden danger to ensure the real safety of your family?）
They said that if I agreed to marry Zhu Zl and be his woman, they would let me go. I thought about it and agreed. In the end, she was sent to a mental hospital by her parents. It was her first time being hospitalized. (Actually, when you saw that the perpetrator said that he wanted to support Ah Yan, and seemed to dislike Zhu Zl, and even seemed to tell Ah Yan out of kindness that Zhu Zl would harm her, but also advocated for Ah Yan to marry Zhu Zl, you should know that there must be a trap here.) It was obvious that the perpetrator was taking pleasure in this and toying with the victim. Not only did she become a whore, but she also slandered the country. She also used the innocence of the victims to deceive them and play with them. Not only did it prove that the person who harmed them was indeed very boring and empty, but it also showed that the person who harmed them was despicable and shameless.）Is it fun? The person who harmed me is quite good at making things up. (She was quite good at making things up, but it wouldn't stand up to scrutiny if she thought about it carefully. However, many victims would often believe some illusions without thinking. Only after they realized that they were actually very naive.) Unfortunately, even if the story was perfect, it was still a story. There would inevitably be times when the lie would be exposed.）
Did you know that the standard for a psychiatrist is to feel that his thoughts are being seen through, which is a type of schizophrenia? I told my story to my husband, and my husband thought I was very sick. Actually, I really hope that I'm sick, because I can get better. He felt that he was sick after seeing the website. He didn't want to know more about it since he hadn't seen your website. (Since you don't want to look at it, don't blindly draw conclusions. The standard is set by people. How can you guarantee that the wrong standard won't be produced and spread? After all, the doctor who made the conclusion had never suffered from mental problems or been harmed before. He would only follow the so-called standard. It should be known that when doctors '' common sense 'or' mainstream known science 'could not explain it, they would often produce a wrong explanation and spread it. And just because the public believed it, it did not mean that these diagnosis standards and interpretation methods were correct. The winner would be the king and the loser would be the bandit. Wrong things will still be passed down.)
The second time he was hospitalized, he harassed me for one day, so my mother sent him to the hospital. Soon, there was nothing to report. Let's talk about the third time. When I was hospitalized for the third time, I always thought that I was mentally ill, even though none of my ancestors had a history of mental illness. (This was the common point of many victims.）I told myself that I had to listen to the doctor, take medicine, recuperate well, and cooperate well. I lost everything, I lost my good job, I lost confidence because I was mentally ill. I felt very depressed. My family members were not so convinced by my words. I used to be their pride, but now they treat me like a patient. (There were victims who couldn't stand the torture and committed suicide by jumping off the building. When I passed the bridge or went up and down the stairs, I always felt like jumping off the building. I now know very well that it was the negative, pessimistic, depressed, and suicidal thoughts instilled by the perpetrator. So, although this technology could not be said to completely control people, did those victims really want to commit suicide? Or was it influenced by the thoughts instilled by the perpetrator? Could this influence be said to be a kind of mental control over the victim? However, the one who deserved to die was not the victim. Karma was retribution. One day, those who hurt others will die, but I will not forgive them.）
In the hospital, my heart hurt so much that I felt like my clothes and blanket were radioactive. I was just guessing. Just as the nurse covered me with the blanket, my heart started beating wildly. They said that the nurse was one of their people and was here to take care of me. (With the help of radio waves and electromagnetic wave brain control technology, it can transmit sensory signals to the victim's brain, causing the victim to feel extreme pain, pain, etc.)）I was afraid that it was just a psychological reaction. I asked the nurse to take my pulse, but it was much faster than usual.
One day, I swore in the car that if I had to go to the hospital again, I would die. Because I was tortured in the mental hospital. When I was hospitalized in 261, because I didn't take my medicine, a nurse tied me to the bed and beat me until my mouth bled. She even told my mother that I did it myself. I lost confidence in life. A mental hospital is really not a place for people to stay. If I was making a fuss, they would give me electrotherapy. He used a stun baton to shock me and force me to take medicine. So I swear, if I go to the hospital again, I'll die. (Is this what many of the victims 'families believe that the angels in white in our country are doing? Please understand that this is not a nazi concentration camp. Even if the people here are not victims (except those who harm others), they should not be treated with such heinous "treatment". These nurses and doctors might not be entirely to blame for misdiagnosis and misjudgment, but do you think that you are still worthy of being doctors and nurses and continue to pretend to be angels in white in front of the kind people? Do you think that your evil deeds should not be reviled by the world?？I think one day, after you catch the perpetrator and torture the victims here, you will be punished like the perpetrator. This is what you deserve.）
After making this oath, the person who harmed me seemed to want to see if I would really die, so he spoke to me again. She first called me a beauty, which gave me a fright. I didn't hear what she said after that. I slept until midnight and woke up with a loud noise. (Sometimes, I also encounter people harassing me with high-frequency noises or other noises.）He even told me that President Bushi was looking at me, and I went back to sleep. Then he told me that President Bushi liked me because I looked cool. (I'm busy every day. Would I be like you bastards who use ill-gotten gains to illegally buy foreign spy weapons and harm others for fun?）I've been listening to their nonsense all night. My head is already big. A few days after my period went wrong, they said that Hu G actually came at night and gave me artificial insemination. I was already pregnant, and my parents opened the door for him. They were very happy. How ridiculous. At that time, I was extremely disappointed in our great party. It was ridiculous and disgusting. In fact, I only found out now that the perpetrator imitated Hu Ge's voice to talk to me. Their imagination was really rich. (Such a shameless story of framing the government and others would only be fabricated by the bored, shameless, and perverted people who harmed others. With the existence of such beasts, they would shift the blame to the government and stir up social dissatisfaction. They would be a stumbling block to social harmony and stability.）
I took a lot of sleeping pills and went out for a walk at night. The next day, I was sent to the mental hospital again. In the hospital, they even played English for me. My English was terrible and I couldn't understand it. They said that the US government had placed surveillance cameras in the hospital to monitor me. Different men spoke to me in eight different voices. (I thought that the people who harmed you were knowledgeable and talented. They were probably even more illiterate than you. They were just more cunning than you.) These voices were most likely recorded by them. They themselves could not understand them, so they played them casually for the victims to hear. Sometimes, they added a few words that the victims could understand and had special meanings.）After a month, my illness was cured. I forced my husband to take me out of the hospital. The doctor asked me to stay for a year, but I was discharged early and didn't listen to the doctor. (The victim would pretend to cooperate with the doctor's treatment so that the victim, his family, and the doctor would think that the victim was really sick and that the treatment was effective.）
After six months, I remembered my experience and felt that I would never get sick. I searched the Internet and found Benhe website. Only then did I realize that many people were like me. I just didn't believe that they could understand my thoughts. They used to talk to my mind when I first got sick. When I heard the doctor say that this kind of symptom was a type of semen, I thought that I was sick. At that time, my mind repeatedly wondered if it knew what I was thinking.
One day, they asked me a question, and I answered. They said I was lying, and then they translated what I was thinking subconsciously. I was stunned. He could magically know my subconscious. Then they asked me questions. They were very logical questions, as if they were testing something. I forgot what the question was. I answered it. I tried my best to embellish my words, but they all denied it and said that I was lying. For example, I remember a question. They asked me if President Bushi wanted to have sex with you. I told them that I was not worthy of President Bushi. Please let me go and stop bullying girls from poor families. They said that I was lying again. My subconscious said that there was such a ridiculous president in the world. He was not worthy. I was very afraid at that time. I was really afraid that the Americans would think that I was too arrogant and kill me. The questions I answered were very humble. At that time, I was subconsciously a little confident and arrogant. They told me to stop talking and just listen to your subconscious. So I didn't answer their questions, and they translated my subconscious. It's amazing. I didn't even know I had such a personality. I still didn't give in.
What happened next made me even more miserable. They asked me to repeat all the swear words I had heard since I was young in my head. I was very embarrassed because I felt that it was very stupid to think of swearing in front of many men. Actually, I never swore. I couldn't control myself. They forced me to think of disgusting words and disgusting things. The more I refused, the more I couldn't get rid of them. I took the counselor course and knew what obsessive-compulsive disorder and schizophrenia were. I was very obsessive-compulsive at that time. I want to jump down whenever I reach a high place. They can always remind me of my junior high school days. Bit by bit, I can remember things that I have forgotten, just like what happened yesterday. Because I never thought about the unhappiness in junior high school, but they made me think about those three years. I felt hurt and embarrassed. They kept playing recordings for me to listen to. These recordings were what my brain thought of, and the voice was talking to my brain. He had to overcome his mind and not think about things. The more he thought about things, the more his voice spoke. In the early stages, it was a human talking to him, but in the later stages, it automatically talked to him. It was quite advanced. (Since this was instilled by the perpetrator, then the perpetrator himself was the real OCD and schizophrenia.）
I was wondering if I was seriously ill. They told me that I wasn't sick. They told me that they would make me believe that I wasn't sick. So they showed me the red glow on my socks at night, showed me my wedding photo, moved my eyes and hands, and made me temporarily blind. "I saw Sister Fairy say that they can lock onto anyone. I begged them not to harm my husband. I didn't say anything. I begged them not to harm my family. If I die, so be it. They said that you're not allowed to talk to your husband in the future and that you have to divorce him. Only then will we let him go. (Some victims were afraid that the perpetrator would hurt their families and did not dare to speak up. Actually, you have to think about it. This kind of chicken won't talk about benevolence, righteousness, and morality to people. Only by eliminating them will they not endanger everyone, including your family. So as a victim, you can't protect your family by keeping silent. Only by daring to expose the truth can you and your family be protected.）A few years ago, my husband went to the Security Bureau for an interview, but in the end, he didn't go anywhere. They always said that they were from the Security Bureau and that my husband was a spy sent by them. Now, they want me to divorce him. I said to them,"Isn't he one of you? Then let him divorce me. As long as he brings it up, I'll divorce him." My husband's heart broke when he saw me sitting in a daze all day. He told me that since he didn't want to go to the hospital, he wouldn't send me to the hospital no matter what. He cried. He cried very sadly.
I didn't want to take medicine at first, but my mother said that if I didn't take medicine, she would send me to the hospital. So I took medicine. After a month, I was fine. I know a lot of patients in the hospital and exchange experiences with them. Real auditory hallucinations aren't as magical as mine, and they don't recover so quickly. They say that their auditory hallucinations treat them as good friends, chat with them, help them choose clothes, or only hear a few words.
I had an experience with that bad man, but I can't explain it clearly. When he asked me to drink a bottle of drink or gum, I threw it away.
They always make me dream dirty dreams, gay stuff. I used to dream of hitting others, but now I've actually been slashed several times. That's not convincing. It's also possible that I did it myself.
Do you know that there was once when I called them a treasure trove? They actually corrected me. It's a waste of God's gift. When I asked my husband about it, he really said 'tian'. I felt that I wasn't crazy. (Yes, an unconscious hallucination cannot point to something that the victim does not know, and cannot be corrected. Then this was definitely not an illusion, but a group of bitches using this technology to harm people, instill thoughts, and deceive the eyes and ears.）
They told me in the middle of the night that it was time to wake up. They told me to tell you something and wake me up. I forgot the first part of what he told me, but he told me later that you can write to Hu Tao and tell him that you are the granddaughter of the police and that you are being persecuted. (If the victim did not believe the words of the perpetrator and really did as he was told, what would people who did not understand think of the victim?) I'm the victim. I can understand. However, many people would not be so objective when they looked at problems. They would often deny everything if they did not believe it.）I went to the post office and asked. It was indeed the address and zip code of the central office. (By providing the address, they probably wanted to frame the central government. After all, this could be found out, but most people would not check it for no reason. It was another example where the voice knew but the victim did not.）
And they asked me, do you hate us? I said I didn't hate you. You're such good people. You say you love me every day. Why should I hate you? They said you were lying, and you subconsciously said, you despicable people are so despicable that I can't wait to deal with you in the same way.
Many of the victims thought that it was the government who harmed them. They even said that it was Hu Xitao and Zhu Xji who harmed me. At that time, I was really disappointed in the country, causing me to lose my job at CCTV. At that time, I was really upset, so I left without saying goodbye in the recording department. It was so uncomfortable that I didn't sleep for five consecutive days. I didn't have any mood at all. It tortured me so much that I really wanted to commit suicide. (House 706, Building II, Jing X Village, Futian Jingtian North Road, Shenzhen1, which harmed me, was also fried for three days. They didn't let me sleep. I took a bottle of sleeping pills in one go. I was tough and couldn't die. I decided to take it on with the person who harmed me.) At first, he woke me up after I fell asleep for a while. Actually, thinking about it, I had just returned home. Even if I had heard some messages at the beginning, it was not long after I had listened to them. It was impossible for me to wake up so easily. Only when I had listened to them for a long time would I have been so panicked. At that time, I had not thought of this. Now that I think about it, the person who harmed you deliberately woke you up. Now that my blog has become more influential, they are afraid, so I sleep like a log almost every day. In the morning, I don't even let you get up easily because I want to delay your time to write your posts.）
I didn't commit suicide because I was weak. I had no choice. They really thought that the country was finished. The people of the country were too evil and incurable. What country? It's too dark. There was no justice. Such a good person had to suffer such torture. (That's why I often warn victims not to believe the lies of the perpetrator and spread rumors. I'm not being naive, but I don't want to be a tool for those who want to harm others, nor do I want to be a scapegoat for those who want to harm others. I want to catch the real murderer, not the scapegoat. From this, it can be seen that the harm brought by the perpetrator is definitely not as simple as harming us, the direct victims. They are a factor that harms social stability and unity and creates social contradictions and unrest. We must severely crack down on them.）
And today, I was reading a novel. I read it word by word. The person who harmed me thought that I was reading too slowly, so he helped me read it. They also read out the parts that I didn't see for me, a total of three lines. I said, why aren't you reading anymore? They said it's time to turn the page. These people even asked him why he wasn't nervous at all and went to the bathroom to change his clothes. I said that you've been with me for six years. What's there to be nervous about now? They said that it was because you had never seen us before. If you saw us and saw how handsome we were, you would definitely be nervous. (Not only is he evil, but he's also shameless. That obscene face of his still thinks he's a heartthrob.) "House 706 of Building II of Jing X Village, which caused me to be harmed, is also like this. They are using disgusting business terms to say,'Do they not want to? Do they like you? Do they want to follow you? They have entrusted their entire lives to you.' It was the female prostitute from that house who said that. Then, the old prostitute and her daughter said in a very lewd voice,"Come quickly, man, I'm so hot, I can't stand it anymore." She said,"Come quickly, little girl. Your penis is waiting for you." Then, the male prostitute said,"I guarantee you'll fall in love at first sight." It's different after seeing it. Come and see my penis. Alright then, since he wanted people to see him so badly, he might as well expose it to everyone. When he caught the entire family of the culprit, he would make the entire Ji family parade naked on the streets and be despised by everyone.）
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