When Mossad Wanted Me Declared Insane

One day at work at Sir Charles Gairdner Hospital, SCGH, I told my boss that Mossad was behind my problems at the facility, that they had infiltrated the facility.

He told me that I should go home, and never come back to work without a doctor’s letter showing that I was mentally competent to work. I was very upset to hear that, but I had no choice but to leave. I couldn’t believe it. ‘I am not supposed to state facts now?’ I wondered. But I was not angry at my boss because he must have believed it impossible for Mossad to have, for all practical purposes, taken over the hospital.

What are the chances of something like that happening? Has something like that ever happened before, anywhere in the world? Probably not. So I understood where he was coming from. And I still believe he is a good man. But he had to do what he had to do, given the circumstances.

When I thought about the matter later that day, I realized it wasn’t such a bad thing, since if I was found mentally sound, then it would mean what I had said about Mossad was true, including their torturing me with heat, and sabotaging the hospital because of me.

Anyway, the next day I went to my GP and told him that I wanted my head examined, and also told him the reason, without going into details. He was very surprised. He told me that only a psychiatrist could do that, and he would refer me to one.

Circus

About a week later, I had a consultation with a psychiatrist. Within the first two minutes or so, it was obvious to me that the doctor had been fed plenty of information about me already, and it was not flattering at all. I could tell from the questions that she had been made to believe that I was a real nut case. However, I didn’t provide the kind of answers she was expecting, and within about five minutes, I noticed the pendulum had finally moved to my side.

She looked quite puzzled by the answers I was giving, and that was a good sign, in my opinion. I relaxed and was now speaking with confidence. Then, suddenly, the door was opened and a lady, who looked like she had been running, stepped into the room. She proceeded to sit down and exchanged some pleasantries with the doctor. She did not introduce herself, and the doctor did not introduce her to me.

Shortly, she took over the consultation. She told me that I was indeed insane. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Who was she? And how did she arrive at that conclusion, yet she wasn’t there when I was talking to the doctor? I knew I had to control myself, lest I fall into her trap.

I tried to speak, but she never gave me an opportunity to complete a sentence before cutting me short. And the doctor seemed intimidated by her. The stranger would say something and the doctor would nod in agreement.

I realized it was no longer a medical consultation but a circus. The stranger insisted I was not okay in my head, and the fact that I was disputing that, was evidence of that, since insane people never accept that they are insane.

I decided to just keep quiet and hope the session would end quickly. Finally, the ‘medical consultation’ was over, and I was given another appointment two weeks later.

As I was going home, I thought about what had gone on in the clinic. I was certain that the stranger, probably together with others, must have been sitting somewhere in a room listening to my conversation with the doctor. In other words, the consultation room had some listening device, clearly against basic medical ethics.

As they listened, they must have realized the consultation wasn’t going as expected, and the doctor was probably coming to the conclusion that what she had been told about me were lies. So they rushed to implement their plan B, where the stranger would come into the room and take over the consultation.

A thought crossed my mind: ‘What if the stranger was right?’ I asked my wife, “You know, if I am insane, I certainly wouldn’t know about it. So, do you think I have lost my mind?” She assured me that I was perfectly fine mentally.

Armed with that information, I decided that I would invoke my rights if they tried that circus again.

Positive Diagnosis

I went for the second consultation with the psychiatrist. At the very beginning of the session, I very respectfully and discreetly let it be known that if I was deliberately misdiagnosed because of external pressure, I would seek justice.

Surprisingly, everything went well. The stranger did not appear, and the doctor did not tell me even once that I had any mental problem. She also told me that I could book an appointment after two weeks if I wanted, but it was optional and voluntary. I chose to book an appointment, since I wanted to take that opportunity to tell the doctor about certain evil things Mossad had done to me, and ask for her opinion about how to proceed.

Within a few minutes of arriving home, I received a call from my GP informing me that he had just received an email from the psychiatrist declaring me mentally fine and fit to work. He told me to go for the report the next day, which I did. I was quite happy when I received that report because it confirmed what I had said about Mossad.

Playing God

I was quite upbeat as I went for the third consultation with the psychiatrist. But I was taken aback when I found the same stranger from the first session already seated in the room.

Just like had happened on the first day, she took over the consultation and declared me mentally ill. The doctor timidly nodded her head and added only a word or two, as the stranger raved on.

I later learnt that the stranger was a nurse, or so she claimed. ‘A nurse ordering a specialist doctor around, and purporting to make a diagnosis on the doctor’s behalf!’ You can’t make this stuff up.

I thought I was dreaming. ‘I already have the doctor’s report clearing me of any mental illness, yet she is letting this stranger declare the opposite diagnosis! What is going on here?’ I wondered. I was very upset at this obvious circus, but I knew I needed to control myself.

At the end of the ‘consultation’, the doctor, once agin informed me I could book another appointment if I wanted, but it was all optional. I got the feeling that the intimidated doctor would have preferred that I didn’t book any other appointment in order to keep the pressure off her.

So I informed the front office that that was the final consultation, and they should take me off the register.

I thought of reporting the incident to the Australian Medical Association, but upon reflection, I wondered what I would complain about, since the doctor already gave me a clean bill of health, formally, two weeks earlier. And what had happened in that room was not recorded anywhere. I decided to let the matter pass.

The Stranger Goes Overboard

A few weeks after my final consultation with the doctor, someone knocked on our door. My wife opened the door. The visitor said she wanted to see me. My wife automatically said I wasn’t in. The visitor said she was a nurse, and she wanted to inform me about an upcoming doctor’s appointment. She also left a note with information about the appointment with a doctor in another clinic. The note had her first name and designation as a nurse.

When my wife gave me the description of the visitor, I realised it was the stranger from the doctor’s clinic. I can’t recall her name. I was floored by her audacity. How could she make a doctor’s appointment on my behalf yet she wasn’t my doctor?

Of course, I couldn’t honour the bogus appointment. Anyway, for the next two weeks, I received many calls reminding me of the appointment, till I stopped answering my phone. They would still call and leave voicemails.

The ‘nurse’ stranger came to my home again, this time only the kids were in. She left another note reminding me of another rescheduled appointment in this clinic which I had never been to. I knew it was her from the description I was given.

I didn’t attend that appointment, and I didn’t answer my phone, nor reply to the voicemails that they were leaving on my phone. It went on and on, whereby the day of appointment would come, I, of course, wouldn’t attend, they would reschedule, then call endlessly to remind me, send letters…It was like the world would end if I didn’t attend the appointment.

The stranger came to my home for the third time. This time, my wife refused to open the door. She waited for about five minutes, then left a note and went away. The note was about another appointment. Once again, I ignored the appointment. Same pattern followed: Calls, voicemails, letters, pleading with me to attend.

Several weeks later, the stranger came again, for the fourth time. This time my wife opened the door, and promptly told her I wasn’t in, even though the stranger knew I was in, and my car was parked outside.

The stranger went ahead to tell my wife about another doctor’s appointment. My wife became exasperated. She informed the stranger that I wasn’t sick, and if she came to our home again, she would call the cops.

The ‘nurse’ stranger never came again. Eventually, the clinic, and whoever else was calling about the appointments stopped calling.

When I reviewed that matter, I concluded that they had finally found a doctor who would give the diagnosis they wanted. They probably had enough leverage against the doctor to make sure he did that. The ‘nurse’ stranger must have been a Mossad contractor.

But sometimes the things Mossad has done while trying to destroy me have puzzled me. How did they expect me to cooperate in the matter when it was obvious that they wanted to have me misdiagnosed as a nut case? They didn’t think the stranger coming to my home to plead with me to attend the clinic was in itself very suspicious? They didn’t think that being given a doctor’s appointment when you have not requested for it is in itself suspicious?

Yet, Mossad must have known about the reason why I went to the psychiatrist in the first place, and the fact that I already got the good medical report that I wanted, therefore I didn’t have to attend any other clinic appointment.

The Clinic

Out of curiosity, one Sunday afternoon, I decided to drive slowly past the clinic, accompanied by my wife. It looked as the type of place with rooms where mentally ill people could be locked up against their will and treated for a long, long time.

I told my wife that if I had made the mistake of going to that place, the doctor in Mossad’s pocket would have made a quick diagnosis confirming I was ill, and I would have been locked up against my will for a very long time. Additionally, if you are locked up in such a place when you are not sick, you will most probably be more aggressive and disruptive than the other patients, thus ensuring your long-term residence there.

I would have taken every opportunity to explain to the workers there that it was all a plot against me, a conspiracy by Mossad to have me locked up there when I was very fine in my head. That would naturally confirm to the workers that I truly belonged there.

Reason Behind Mossad Obsession With Me

Before writing about the abnormal Mossad obsession with me, I will first delve into how it all begun.

The very first time I felt that something was not right in my surroundings was when I started having a feeling, like a sixth sense, that I was being followed. The first thought that crossed my mind was that someone had falsely reported me to the police for some fake crime, and the latter were monitoring me to see whether what they had been told about me was true.

I wasn’t quite worried, since I knew I was law-abiding. I believed that it would only be a matter of days or a couple of weeks and it would all end. I could not have imagined that it was only the beginning, and the monitoring, sabotage and terror would go on for years. And it still goes on up to this day.

Subsequent events made me realise it was not the police following me, but some shadowy individuals. At the time, I had no clue about who had a problem with me. In fact, I believed that whoever it was must have mistaken me for someone else. I couldn’t think of any reason anyone would have such a big problem with me such that they felt the need to follow me around.

As time went on, I realised that, not only was I being followed, I was also being sabotaged. Some people were working real hard to have me be seen as a criminal. Most of their activity was done online, but there were also many instances of people who approached me with quite bizarre requests that appeared aimed at having me run afoul of my neighbours and/or the authorities.

It all seemed unreal. And considering that I am not an outgoing person, it even looked all the more bizarre and inexplicable.

How I Discovered It was Mossad Terrorising Me

There was a lot of evil activities done in an ‘underground manner’ against me. The sophistication, the top-class resources employed, and the fact that the number of people working against me was well into the dozens convinced me that I was dealing with a very powerful entity. I had no idea who was after me, so I decided to think about entities that could have the kind of resources that were trained on me.

I came up with a list of five entities that I thought were capable of pulling off such a complex plot in an underground manner without being discovered. All of them were spy agencies from various countries. I then analyzed other factors regarding the scheme against me, and through elimination, I was left only with Mossad.

‘Why would Mossad be mad at me?’ I asked myself many times. I couldn’t think of any reason Mossad would have a problem with me. The more I thought about it, the more I became convinced it must be a case of mistaken identity.

Some background about me: I come from a country where Israel is viewed as an ally by most citizens, and I was no exception. Further, many people in my country of birth regard Mossad as the best spy agency in the world.

‘What will I do now?’ I wondered. I hoped that within a few weeks or months, Mossad would realize I was not the target they were looking for. They would finally leave me alone, and the matter would be forgotten forever.

But months went by, and the plots and sabotage against me were becoming more bolder, more sophisticated, more frequent, instead of coming to an end. I think I was in denial. I didn’t want to believe that such a top-class spy agency had labelled me their top enemy.

There were a lot of very evil things that had been done against me, including an assassination attempt, but still I didn’t want to accept the reality.

Church: Coming To Terms With Reality

A year or so after discovering Mossad was targeting me for destruction, I started going to church again after several years’ hiatus. Mossad agents followed me there. By the way, I have developed a method to identify Mossad agents, Mossad contractors, Mossad unknowing associates, and it has never failed me. I know one failure could lead to death.

Back to the church. While worshiping, I could see several Mossad agents sitting around, some apparently worshiping, others barely concealing their contempt at the service. The picture I got from the agents was that, if I went to a church, then that church couldn’t be holy anymore. I believe that was why they desecrated the church.

There’s a lot of evil things Mossad did to me, in relation to church activities. But I won’t go into details because of privacy reasons regarding some innocent people who didn’t realize what was going on, and swallowed the agents’ crap wholesale.

That got me thinking. One does not need to be a theologian to know that nobody has the right to claim someone shouldn’t go to church because he is a very evil sinner. Jesus Christ came because of sinners, to save the sinners. That is the basis of Christianity.

If I had done something very bad, then anyone who knew about it would like me to confess and seek forgiveness, or they would seek to have me arraigned in court to answer to my crimes. But the people terrorizing me were evidently not interested in any of those solutions.

That’s when I decided to face reality: That Mossad is a very efficient organization, and they knew my true identity all along. And their problem with me couldn’t be because of something I had done since they would either have gone to the authorities, or undone it themselves. It therefore had to be something they believed I had seen or had come to know about them, that they felt would be devastating if anyone else ever found out.

The problem was that I couldn’t think of such a thing. I was depressed for several weeks. Here I was, just an ordinary person, never served in military, police or any security related industry. ‘What could I possibly know that could harm Israel?’ I wondered. I couldn’t think of anything.

That is when I decided to look at the matter from a different perspective. ie ‘There is definitely something I have seen, or come to know about, that Israel/Mossad believe shouldn’t be seen or known by any other person, especially their allies.’

The problem was that, still, I couldn’t think of such a thing. I will use an analogy to explain my situation.

You are driving along a deserted rural road. Suddenly, you come across cattle being loaded onto a truck. You don’t think anything about it. However, a few days later, you escape an assassination attempt.

You wouldn’t even think about the cattle and the truck. But suppose the people who were loading the cattle onto the truck were thieves, they saw your car, recorded your number plate, and decided that you were a witness to their crime? They would be going after you, but you wouldn’t ever suspect they have anything to do with your assassination attempt.

I decided to start thinking along these lines, looking back at situations that meant nothing to me, but could mean something else to other people.

Luckily for me, the time period I had to look at was not more than one year, since I knew whatever was causing me problems must have happened in Australia. And since my problems had started about one year since my arrival, then the time period I had to analyse was roughly one year.

After several days of thinking about my unusual situation, I discovered something that could be the reason for Israel/Mossad obsession with me. I had no doubt on my mind that it was the reason behind all my tribulations at the hands of Mossad.

But there was a problem. When I reported the matter of torture by heat at Sir Charles Gairdner Hospital, SCGH, nobody believed me. The reason for my bosses’ disbelief was probably because something like that had never happened anywhere in the world.

My problem was/is that the real reason Mossad has such a big problem with me is because of something that they believe I know, yet it is a thousand times more unbelievable than the ‘torture by heat at SCGH’.

Mossad Terror Against Me: Why I Cannot Set Myself Free

I would never have associated the secret with Israel/Mossad in a million years. Just like in the analogy above about the cattle and the truck, I never associated the secret with anything criminal, leave alone even think about who could be behind it. I also did not think the matter was important. That is why I didn’t think about it when I realized some powerful people wanted me dead.

I am in the unenviable position where the reason I am being terrorised is so unusual, bizarre and unbelievable that even the person closest to me wouldn’t believe me if I stated it.

Actually, the only reason I cannot say the secret Mossad has been terrorising me for, is because nobody would believe it, and it would appear like I was a nut case. Instead of setting me free, saying it would bring me into more serious problems, where everybody who heard about it would conclude I had lost my mind. That is why I have never told a soul, and have no plans to ever reveal it.

That is why I also believe Mossad’s terror against me, and obsession with me, is not because they think I might leak their dirty secret. No. That is not logical at all, especially considering I have had years to do so if I was so inlined.

Mossad terrorises me because they see themselves as gods, with the power to decide who lives and who dies, and who lives peacefully, and who does not.