March 2013. I was living in Sherman Oaks, California and quite satisfied with how life was going. I worked at SDI Industries (now SDI.systems) in the northern San Fernando Valley up by the foothills. After redesigning their computer network and installing my creation I stayed on and was the sole IT support for that engineering company for 15 years. Odd events began happening that were hard to explain and I knew that should I try and verbalize what I had been experiencing with family or friends they may think I’d gone quite mad. I’ve a more than 200 page fulsome report that details all these things. Should you have interest in it, there is a link at the end of this report so you might download it.
I was forced out of my apartment and offered residence with a friend and his wife who happened to be a professor at USC and a physician. I began collecting as much evidence as possible to try and put answers to what had just happened in my life but after four months of living with this friend I decided that I should move back to my home town of Fort Smith, Arkansas. Upon my arrival in Arkansas I phoned my employer and was summarily let go.
Once settled in Fort Smith, I erected a series of craft paper upon the walls of my bedroom and began creating a timeline that I populated with events I felt relevant to the somewhat unexplainable events that had me move from here to there all the way back to Arkansas. More and more data came to mind and from my collection of evidence. The timeline became full. Connected events threaded together and began to show a strong pattern. It was a pattern I had tried to tell myself would not be a good one and one that just seemed too simple, too easy. Yet there it was – all beginning with a seemingly benign knee surgery and a night’s stay at the VA’s West Los Angeles Medical Center on LA’s west side. Once I accepted that this was the origin that led to my fleeing California back to Arkansas to have time to solve this mystery, more and more pieces fell onto the timeline and a theory emerged: Illegal Medical Device Testing. I would spend years collecting evidence to support this theory and when I finally had a fulsome CT scan of my head performed this theory began bearing solid, irrefutable proof. Years would pass before I felt my report, including evidence, was strong enough to go to federal authorities to file a criminal complaint. Had it been less than mind-blowing to them, I knew, my charges would never be taken seriously. But a bit of backstory beginning with my move back to Arkansas must occur to fill in necessary data so that things make sense for you. Again, the fulsome report (link below) includes far too much evidence to possibly pack into this scaled back, down and quick report.
Not long after moving from Los Angeles back to my hometown of Fort Smith, Arkansas I made contact and registered with the local VA clinic there. The VA had been my singular health care provider since early 1999 and since I was a veteran of the first Persian Gulf War, I could claim full coverage from the system.
My primary physician was somewhat older, gruff sort who mumbled a response to a request I felt he’d most likely deny. I asked if there was any way I could have a full series of x-rays taken of my head to look for signs of meningioma, a brain cancer that killed my mother and whose related maladies afflicted both sides of our family. I took his throaty answer as a “no” and we continued on. I understood well that physicians weren’t known to bombard their patients with radiation just for the asking.
In January 2019 I found myself meeting a new primary care physician, Dr. Heather O’Neal. She was younger than Dr. Grumbler and seemed stimulated to sit and discuss technology which seemed to be a shared interest. When my annual physical was nearing its end I decided she might be up for agreeing with my desire to have my brain imaged to look for warning signs of meningioma, or worse, in the lining of my brain. She paused, making me feel I was about to get a ‘no’ in a louder, clearer fashion but she surprised when she stated, “Well, you’d have to give me some kind of reason besides looking around for something that probably isn’t there, like…”
“Hmmm,” was all I recall answering, not being the swiftest person in that particular room that day and not being the best liar around.
She offered, “Like… Headaches?”
“Headaches. Yes. Right around this area…” I was a better liar than I thought but since the falsehood originated with her let’s give her the credit.
Dr. O’Neal typed in the request for a full CT scan and I left her examination happy that I’d made the request. Not long after I had the CT scan performed at the VA in Fayetteville, Arkansas. I’d used the VA’s online medical record tool for several years and was excited to see, after waiting two days for the images and radiology report to post to my online record, my brain for the first time.
What caught my attention immediately was the number of single images in the CT Scan series. Nearly 400. Being unfamiliar with medical imaging of any kind, I wasn’t sure if that was good or if the reason behind not showering a patient’s brain with radiation held some good reasoning behind it. Maybe the young Dr. O’Neal was so eager to please me as a patient she would end up killing me by my own request. To be sure, if she didn’t want to kill me at this early stage – she would eventually want to murder me with her own hands as her agreement to have my brain scanned would lead to a revelation that would pit me against her, the VA and federal law enforcement. What I found hiding in the dura lining between the frontal lobes of my brain was a decades old secret born from a VA scandal most had thought long-forgotten.
I downloaded the compressed file of 400 images, unzipped them and began quickly moving through them. Though I’d worked with many different kinds of images and video over the years, I’d never encountered DICOM images, the medical industry standard for digital radiographs. But I learned quickly as I wanted to see the next one faster than the last. After going through them I realized I had no idea what I was really looking at. I’d never inspected a brain and discovered how foreign the images before me were. There were multiple folders inside the CT series, each holding a different angle perspective of my entire head. Each set of images had, near its center, several images that stood out as immediately frightening. In the middle of my frontal lobes sat a massive white object. It took me some time to absorb what I found in each series of images. This solid white object amongst the dark gray had to be some normal structure in the brain. If it weren’t, certainly Dr. O’Neal would have already phoned me for an emergency appointment, right? I turned to the web and searched Google for images of normal brains and what they should look like and I never found images resembling the ones in my scans unless they were related to brain cancers such as meningiomas. The object’s periphery wasn’t hazy as a spreading cancer’s might be. This object was solid.
My fear began to grow when I pondered the possibility that the radiologist who wrote the report that accompanied the CT series might have missed this glaring abnormality. And if that were the case, would Dr. O’Neal even know about its existence?
Once I realized what I was seeing was not normal and may even be tumors, I took another look at the radiologist’s report. Reading it slowly and thoroughly I realized he missed not only these dense objects, but a number of other entries that were notable.
The radiology report above represents what I originally encountered. This is how it looks in my online medical record today. The radiologist’s name is missing as is the time and date stamp that accompanies VA radiology reports. I had to search various types of record summaries and the standalone reports that accompany imaging downloads and only found a name for the radiologist in a fulsome record text record download. Dr. Sidhdharth Damani. Even that record was lacking information such as the date and time the report was written and submitted into my medical record.
At least I had a name. Before I could assume Dr. O’Neal knew of this aberration in my scans, I wanted to make sure the radiologist himself knew of it. I set about to contact Dr. Damani at VA Fayetteville, in their radiology department. Once I connected with someone who worked in that department I asked to speak with Damani. The person I spoke with had never heard of the radiologist and he wasn’t listed among the department’s staff. I had the CT scan at Fayetteville, the report reflects this even on the one report that bears Damani’s name. So I phoned VA Little Rock’s radiology department. The person I spoke with there told me the same as I’d just heard from Fayetteville. She worked in radiology and had no idea who I was talking about. However, she went a bit further and asked me for my identifying information and looked up my record and the radiology report. She said the report, to her, looked odd because it said the report had been signed ‘remotely’ but she could not tell from where. Not wanting to push when I was getting help I wanted, I didn’t ask her if this was unusual though I took from her statement it was indeed unusual. There is no radiology department at VA Fort Smith as it’s a small satellite clinic. Nobody at any VA I phoned in Arkansas knew who doctor Damani was or where the report actually originated.
I was growing frustrated and realized it was time to contact Dr. O’Neal for two reasons: First, to ask if she was aware of what the scans showcased in the middle of my brain. Second, I wanted to ask for a second trip to VA Fayetteville for a second round of more focused imaging to properly identify what the objects were. I contacted Dr. O’Neal’s team via the VA’s online comm system, sending several original DICOM images from the scan sets and a couple of 3D images I exported from an application that imports CT series and compiles the images into 3D models where they can be manipulated to highlight different parts of the skull and brain and to cleave entire parts away from the skull altogether to peer into the model wherever you choose.
When I first emailed O’Neal’s staff, they said they understood my concern and themselves sounded concerned to my reading. The emails from O’Neal’s staff took an abrupt turn early on. I realized O’Neal had been drawn into the staff’s dialogue regarding my communications and she didn’t hesitate putting an immediate halt to entertaining any further questions from me. For your amazement, a physician informing a patient via her underlings that the Fayetteville VA scans are NORMAL and if I wished to discuss the matter further I would have to wait until my next annual exam – five months away. So if the images she didn’t want to review happened to reveal tumors that might be quickly growing, I might have to discuss them with her via a Ouija board.
Knowing the doctor quashed any further discussion of the matter at hand, I decided to continue this conversation with the US Attorney’s office in Fort Smith.
Not being able to find radiologist Damani and the doctor’s refusal to entertain the smallest discussion of images that might frighten any patient made me suspect something was afoot.
I should also reveal at this time that Dr. O’Neal’s reaction to my finding foreign objects within my brain and the radiologist nobody had heard of made complete and utter sense. My desire to peer into my brain wasn’t borne out of want to make sure meningiomas weren’t growing in my brain’s protective dura matter. I had, since 2013, been in search of a system I knew existed, at least partially, within my skull. Dr. O’Neal’s ordering of the CT scan and Damani’s request of so many images allowed me to unveil major components of this system. I would eventually understand that O’Neal and Damani’s request wasn’t for me but for engineers at USC and Medtronic – the creators of the system – for a chance to see the effect their RF signal emitting/receiving system had upon the tissue surrounding it during its 20 years of service. I don’t believe Damani, O’Neal or anyone at Medtronic, USC or the VA would realize how much data and evidence I could wring out of the images I also put to use. Getting law enforcement engaged, I already understood, was going to be quite a mountain to climb. But I felt with Damani’s report, which described everything normal and nothing abnormal, when such stunning imaging existed proving otherwise, I would be able to get the gears moving. Dr. O’Neal’s rejection of discussing the scans when any normal physician would empathize with her patient after them seeing such images but would be driven to uncover what the objects in question were in order to prevent possible cancer spreading.
I contacted Kyra Jenner, Chief, Criminal Division, US Attorney’s Office, Western District of Arkansas by sending her a 10 page summary of what had occurred beginning with Dr. O’Neal’s request of the CT scan series and her refusal to discuss the images within afterward. Diagnostic Radiologist Dr. Damani was nowhere to be found in Arkansas though I found him living and working as a radiologist in Seattle, Washington. Jenner replied after a couple of months and informed me that she had forwarded my report to the Office of Inspector General (OIG) and that Special Agent Kris Raper would be investigating. There was in front of me the possibility that after years of searching for answers I might finally be able to breath a sigh of relief as I let go of my own quest as law enforcement unearthed the truth and dealt with the league of conspirators they brought out into the light.
Knowing an investigation was underway brought great relief from having to try and uncover all I could with my limited, Clouseau-like powers of investigation. It also meant I could take a break from having to constantly update the growing 200 page report that still seems unwieldy and bloated.
I would contact Agent Raper over the months that followed. He requested my full report which I sent him. These short bursts of communication usually held no real substance even if he were ‘updating’ me. Along the way I would find myself unable to stop delving into the particulars of Dr. Damani’s location, his medical license history and whether or not he actually worked for the VA itself. After I made multiple mentions of Damani’s selection as the radiologist for my CT scan, Raper emailed, “Some physicians seek outside consultants to aid them in their diagnosis…” I knew the consultant he mentioned was supposed to represent Damani, making me feel Raper learned Damani worked as an outside consultant for the VA yet this only brought up another question: Who would the original radiologist requesting help outside the VA system be? No other radiologist was ever mentioned in my medical record. As it turns out, some time spent researching the government’s employee salary database yielded the fact that Damani was a salaried employee of the VA and the location listed as his workplace was VA Little Rock, Arkansas. This put these questions to bed and to this day I’m not sure if Raper was suggesting Damani was a consultant because it might be an easy excuse to get me to stop with the questions.
I had already learned that Damani purchase a home for around $350,000 in 2016 in the Little Rock area. This led to me feeling he actually did live in Arkansas and why wouldn’t I believe that combined with the gov’s employment info stating the same? Because any and every search of the internet showed Damani as a radiologist working at University of Washington Medical Center. His license to practice medicine, until it expired at the end of, coincidentally, 2019. The question of whether he lived in Arkansas or Washington state was a constant burr in my saddle. He did (and still does) hold a license to practice medicine in the state of New York which would allow him to work for a VA of any location.
On the internet along with the phone numbers I could find for Damani, among other pieces of information I found or purchased about him, pointed to him living and working in Seattle, Washington. So I searched Arkansas’ open citizen tax data and found Damani’s personal property taxes for the home he owns in the state. He does pay annually for the home in Little Rock but the state sends the tax bill to his actual home in Bellevue, Washington. Every year Arkansas bills Damani for his home they send the bill to that same address. It would be some time later, on April 27, 2021, when I would have my last conversation with Raper that he would inform me of that which I already knew, Damani has always lived in Washington.
When I acquired Damani’s taxes, I was going through a period of trying to prove that the necessity the coverup Damani and O’Neal were assisting in demanded was so great that those managing it found no problem purchasing a $350K home only to give the appearance Damani and his wife lived in Arkansas.
There could come a time, it had to be predicted by the facilitators who were tasked with guarding these secrets, that Damani would be called upon to write a radiology report for a scan my physician in VA Arkansas ordered. Since I connected with the Fort Smith VA in 2013, nurses and both of the primary care physicians there asked if I would instead use VA Little Rock as that hospital could greater meet my needs. I’ve come to believe this was to put me into the hospital where Damani was listed by the VA as actually working. When Dr. O’Neal ordered the CT scan I had to travel to Fayetteville to have it done. But VA Fayetteville has its own radiology department staffed with radiologists who write reports on a regular basis. The problem that had to be foreseen was that I never moved to VA LR and when the CT scan they knew I’d request came to pass Damani would have to write the radiology report and people, such as myself or investigators, might ask how a radiologist from VA Little Rock wound up being involved with a patient from VA Fayetteville at all. This did come to pass when I first tried to pin down Damani’s location. Nobody at Fayetteville or Little Rock VA’s had heard of him. When I found Damani living in Washington he seemed quite further away from VA Fayetteville than Little Rock but I told myself under the conditions he was operating via TeleHealth I could put him in VA Fayetteville. But that still made no sense. Who made the decision to task Damani with discerning the images from my CT scan? Nobody could answer this and if investigators should ever learn Damani didn’t even live in Arkansas it would beg the question how it was he was ever enlisted to be the radiologist for a patient who had scans performed where many radiologists work. These things all came to pass and I had the unfortunate luck to have an investigator, Raper, who found no issue with Damani being my radiologist even with the raft of evidence he’d have to turn a blind eye to in order to be fine with it.
When Raper last spoke with me at the close of April 2021, he said, “Dr. Damani does live in Washington state and always has.”
I held my tongue when I wished to ask Raper, “Then why does he own a home in Arkansas at all?”
Raper went on to inform, “He was selected as a consultant to be the physician tasked with being the radiologist who wrote the report for your procedure.”
There are a litany of issues surrounding Damani, his employment as a salaried position who the VA claims works at the VA Little Rock hospital and how it came to pass that he had anything to do with me as a patient at the VA – so many so that any investigator would’ve said, “None of this makes sense… Unless it’s a forgone conclusion that Damani had to be the radiologist to write the report for the 400 image scan of my brain because he was the one physician those pulling the strings in this conspiracy knew could be counted on to fabricate, wholly, the radiology report and its findings. The contortions that should have been made by Raper to try and make sense of Damani’s role here were waved away with absolutely no real answers.
Not long before Raper made these things normal by simply saying so, I had phoned Dr. Damani. I wouldn’t recommend it. Especially if you contacted his daughter via LinkedIn before calling him in an attempt to contact him. Not happy. Not happy.
When I realized I had to begin collecting real evidence once again I knew I would have to phone Damani at some point. Dr. O’Neal never spoke with me about the scary objects in my brain but since Damani was supposedly the one who crafted the radiology report, he would be able to provide answers. As far as I know I was the only one, out of my team at VA Ft. Smith, my primary care physician in O’Neal and Raper to actually go find Damani for an answer. Everybody else said, “The report says it’s normal so it must be..” even after shown the startling original xrays from the series. I went online and found a list of phone numbers for Damani and after dialing the second in the list, the man himself answered. As soon as I told him who was calling he knew who I was which seemed to bring him some distress. “You contacted my daughter! This is unacceptable!” I thought otherwise since LinkedIn is to, well, link people together. I apologized. Though he excoriated me he seemed to restrain his true anger which was best for both of us. He asked me what I wanted and I told him that I wanted to know what the objects inside my brain were that didn’t seem to make his report. He told me, “Falx cerebri calcification.” He went on to tell me he didn’t think it a relevant enough find to note it in his radiology report. I wanted to state that he noted many varied structures inside my brain as being healthy and normal so why leave out the one, giant abnormal find he came across but was happy to have an answer. I knew it was a lie but at least it was more than Dr. O’Neal or her team offered. He asked me to never contact his family or him again and that was the end of our phone call. I would eventually break my promise to Damani and did it in a way I thought might make a point.
I looked up Falx Cerebri Calcification and thought it was a good excuse, not a great one. The fact he provided the answer about a radiology report he wrote years prior without pausing cemented the fact he was ready to answer me with a prefabricated lie. In my research of Falx Cerebri Calcification and its relative, Falx Cerebri Ossification, I found many medical and science articles and papers written in regards to their relation, area of manifestation (the cerebri area of the falx, of course – in the lining of the brain precisely where meningioma’s present) and their common mistaken identity with the cancer meningioma which he was supposed to be on the lookout for to begin with. The radiology report itself has a data box regarding the reason for the CT scan request which was filled in by Dr. O’Neal with, “Headaches. Mother died of Meningioma.” So ANYTHING appearing in the meninges area of the dura lining of the brain – including the Falx Cerebri area – should have been suspicious and noted in Damani’s report. It was not. If what exists in that area of my brain had been meningioma I may very well have already perished because of Damani’s lack of noting it and O’Neal’s lack of want to look into it whatsoever. They both know – as do I – that what exists there in the lining of my brain is something they’ve been enlisted to help cover up. It’s a remnant of a period in the VA’s history when physicians were so out of control in doing the bidding of their corporate masters they were running illegal clinical trials and human experiments. And Damani and O’Neal were the latest physicians who had to be paid off to help coverup one of the people who still walked around loaded to the gills with experimental implants. I would eventually come to call this my “Body Of Evidence”.
In case you were wondering how bad things had gotten at West Los Angeles VA Medical Center when whistleblowers were coming forward in droves and veterans were dropping dead from being experimented on without their permission or in some instances even their knowledge, a headline of the era:
In March 1999, two months before my knee surgery in the very hospital at the center of that NY Times article, congress ordered the halting of all clinical trials and human and animal experimentation. If you peruse the internet for news about this event you will find that every major news outlet in the nation headlined with similar banners as the NY Times example above. It would seem that congress’ action stopped nothing. Two months after halting their research and excoriating the VA in multiple congressional hearings, I walked out of that exact VA medical building with implanted neural and cardiac systems that were sending and receiving RF data.
The neural system I had just discovered and though Dr. Damani would have you call it something other than what it is, it’s a neural array implant that’s combined with cochlear implants that makes a complete system that sends and receives data. The cochlear implants (one mounted upon each temple of my skull with what looks like bone cement) take in data via an RF receiver, my brain interprets what it’s hearing, creating a flurry of electrical activity among my synaptic pathways and that electrical data is picked up by a sensor array. The data taken in by the neural sensor array is then sent out via an RF channel. You might ask how I know this and for whatever reason don’t trust Damani’s answer regarding the objects in my brain. It’s because I already knew there was a system in place I just had to get imaging of it to prove it. What Damani, O’Neal and Raper didn’t know was that whatever bullshit answer they want to try and sell me would have always been pointless. I didn’t request the CT scan of Dr. O’Neal because of anything other than I already knew something was going on and wanted to look into my head to look for evidence. They also couldn’t know that I would take the VA’s 400 image CT scan and import it into a medical application that creates 3D models out of CT scan series images. Like these:
There is absolutely nothing natural about the system of components that appear to have been assembled into a thin array that spreads down along the length of the falx cerebri, the thick dura matter lining that separates the lobes of the brain.
Since I approached Dr. O’Neal with a request for a fulsome scan of my head, brain included, because I knew there was a good chance some equipment could be found therein to begin with, this array represents what I believe is a sensor array. This array picks up electrical signals along the length of my brain and probably sends them out via RF signal to Medtronic and USC. You probably think that sounds outlandish and how could anyone make such a claim? To think scientists have broached the frontier of fully contained, rechargeable systems that send your brain’s electrical activity out via radio is so Star Trek.
But it isn’t. Turns out they do already have that. In the form of deep brain stimulation that connects to your wireless devices via BLUETOOTH. And here I am stuck with Medtronic’s antiquated RF transceiver. Medtronic also offers a brain implant and reporting system for those who suffer from epilepsy. If their literature is correct, they may be able to use such systems to predict oncoming seizures. I believe the system lodged between my frontal lobes is an early version of what’s seen in the graphic above.
Though my system has something these new systems don’t appear to contain: Dual cochlear implants, outside their normal metal sheaths and secured upon my temples under what appears to be bone cement. When the skull is debrided away the device and the wiring harness that comes from its bottom become apparent. I scoured the internet for a cochlear device of the era of 1999 and believe I found a match, which I superimposed in the image on the right. Note the coil in the upper left hand corner of the device. This is a choke coil, a component that was either shrunken or done away with for later models than this. It stands out under the bone cement from my CT 3D image.
If you look closely, you can also make out cranial surgical mounts used for securing plates across missing cranial bone or, in this case, securing a cable run upward and in the skull. I believe this cochlear device and the one on the other temple are connected so they share a power system.
Upon my right temple, another cochlear device. Though I’m not sure if it’s the same model it’s mounted upon the temple and the wiring system and mounts for it are evident here as well.
The unit on my right temple seems smaller and a different model than its mate on the other side. If you zoom in you’ll see wiring and the mounting structures that exist to support it. Here, as on the other side, the wiring runs upward and into the skull. It most likely connects to the neural array just below the surface of my skull and dura matter underneath it.
My best guess is that this system, twin cochlear devices that connect into a wireless neural array, is a complete system that receives and transmits data via a RF transceiver. RF data is sent directly to the cochlear implants and the neural array transmits my brain’s response to that data. A full data in/out system. There have been times I’ve heard what sounded like two different radio stations, faintly though they were, with a different station in each ear. An odd sensation to be sure. During those times I could press my head against my pillow and still hear that ear’s audio while completely different audio streamed into the other ear.
Here again I feel I must prove that cochlear devices can, and have been able to for some time, receive radio transmissions. FM devices are commonly used by teachers who use microphones to speak directly into the cochlear devices of students who are hearing impaired.
These FM systems have been around a long time. Newer cochlear implants are able to stream Bluetooth transmissions directly to into their implants.
Imagine a situation where you went into surgery say, at the West Los Angeles VA Hospital in May 1999, completely unaware that Congress had just one and a half months prior, shut down, in a historic first, all clinical human and animal trials at that hospital. The reason clinical trials and human experimentation was halted there was because whistleblowers were coming forward reporting physicians who were illegally testing medical devices and untested pharmaceuticals on patients in their care. Does the idea of physicians in a hospital breaking the law in numbers great enough to have the government halt that entire site’s testing and hold congressional hearings with witnesses, physicians and the hospital’s administrator sound outlandish? I’m posing this question because it’s important you, dear reader, understand that the question of putting trust into physicians shouldn’t be a foregone conclusion. A headline from when the news broke:
This article opener was one of many physicians who were swept up in the dragnet created by the whistleblowers and those they reported these happenings to. Physicians Gone Wild might’ve been an alternative title. A veteran patient keeled over dead in the hospital’s parking lot because his physician disregarded his instruction to not be included in a clinical trial. These illegal activities had been pushed upon physicians by corporations who had been funding testing as well as paying doctors to go ahead and test these things on patients so we see if it kills him so we don’t have to be responsible in an actual clinical trial where the same test would end up killing a test subject. They’re just vets and who gives a shit what they say anyway?
“They wanted their electrocardiogram data NOW, didn’t you hear the Medtronic rep just say that? Stick your sensor into his heart and tell him to shut the fuck up! We’re Medtronic. He’s nobody. What do you mean he woke up while you had the probe in his heart? Put him to sleep and if he reports it we’ll just say he’s insane. We do it all the time.”
“Just tell her these pills are to lower her cholesterol which is dangerously high. Who’ll know it’s an untested new cardiac drug for tachycardia? If she dies, let us know. We’ll need to log that. Try and get us her brain, too. We can always use brains to slice open to look for damage our drugs do. We do it all the time.”
Those physicians and the people that supported them in their illegal pursuits were exposed in March 1999. I walked into the very hospital in May 1999 for knee surgery, stayed overnight, and had no idea I was walking out with a wireless neural transceiver system and a Medtronic cardiac pacing test system complete with stimulator leads going into my heart as well as spinal cord.
When I had my CT scan at Fayetteville VA, I was in search of a system that could produce audio nobody around me could hear. I knew I would be on the hunt for cochlear devices because it’s what made sense. I found the neural array first because it so boldly stands out in the single slice 2D imaging. The 3D imaging shows the array with wiring and two dense objects I feel are batteries. It would take a long time for me to be able to create 3D models from CT scan xray files and get the imaging good enough to be used as any kind of evidence. I then had to find the cochlear devices. The PCB boards the cochlear devices use are so thin they barely show up. Luckily the bone cement they’re affixed to my temples with amplify their presence. The wiring and the cranial hardware used to secure it all to my skull is easy to see – and frightening when one thinks of how fast the physicians had to work to get this system in place and have any and all evidence they entered my head glued up and looking normal.
I imagine these systems were pre-made as single assemblies that could be quickly installed and secured in place for speed. But back to 2021 and how Dr. Heather O’Neal, the VA physician who’s currently and remarkably still my primary care physician, has become the latest barrier to me having any access to any more imaging or any follow up on the startling objects I sent to her and her team via email. “All is normal. Leave me alone.” There would be no further probing and no physician anyone would ever trust with their health care would dare state something so boldly unless she had been enlisted to be the VA and Medtronic’s latest cover up artist. Unless she already had been. Unless Medtronic and USC, those who I believe receive and discern the RF data from my brain activity. My previous physician knew I wanted a full head and brain scan and said no. He left soon after my request of him and was replaced with O’Neal. She agreed and scheduled me for a more than full CT scan and my theory has been for some time that she didn’t agree to do it for but for Medtronic. I only had to briefly suggest having some xrays taken and she agreed and scheduled a CT series of nearly 400 images. My guess is that Medtronic and USC scientists wanted those scans to see what kind of damage their system(s) had done to the tissue surrounding them. Once the scan series was in Dr. O’Neal slammed the door on me in regards to anything I found in the series and nobody in the VA system was looking.
Dr. Damani, the diagnostic radiologist who wrote the radiology report for that scan lives in Seattle but when you only have a couple of radiologists you know will falsify reports for you, one must go to them. I brought up the fact that Damani lives in Seattle though is paid to work at Little Rock VA. He replied that he already knew that and had been selected to write the report because of a “hub” system that was a complete and utter bullshit answer. My inclination, upon Agent Raper admitting he knew that Damani had always lived in Seattle and never in Arkansas, was to ask him why then, does Damani pay taxes on a $300,000 home in Arkansas but since that day he pushed lie after lie to try and explain away Damani’s having anything to do with my radiology report, I let him sputter on. At one point he woke me up by asking, “I mean, you don’t think I’m involved do you?” Of course, I did think he was now involved but saying such a think might paint me as a paranoid, delusional madman who thinks everyone is involved. Unfortunately when a multi-billion dollar a year medical device manufacturer like Medtronic is trying to conceal lies in conjunction with the VA they have limitless resources which to ply those they need to enlist to stand against the asshole who stands to reveal these things. Agent Raper, at this point had been running his investigation for over a year and I regret the trust I placed in him to abide by the oath he took when he became a federal law enforcement agent. Again, after all this, I’m still a naïve twat. And that cost me over a year of time that I wasted not continuing my own investigation because I didn’t want to accidentally fuck Raper’s investigation up in any way. Stepping back and trusting him to complete the investigation I began was upsetting in a myriad of ways but I’ve found that anyone can be paid off. Raper’s corruption also became a big problem with me reporting to another agency such as the FBI. Raper’s purview is limited to the VA system.
Since civilian corporations are involved as well as institutions like USC, the FBI should be able to mount their own investigation. But I already know what that meeting would be like. “Have you reported this to any other law enforcement agency?” will be among the first questions asked. When I say, “Yes, OIG,” the FBI will contact Raper and he will assure them that after a year long slog he found absolutely nothing. And though when absolutely nothing can be found in a criminal complaint they might last a month and not a year, Raper would find some way to claim he followed every claim I had made and just never found anything. And that would be the end of any FBI inquiry because they would trust his word on the matter.
When I came upon the xrays showing the items in my brain and sent them to Dr. O’Neal’s team, I assured them the images hadn’t frightened me but what I wanted was a second trip to Fayetteville VA for another round of more focused imaging so I could better identify the components of the array in my brain and the cochlear devices upon my skull. O’Neal stepped into their communication with me and ended any further talk about it with a solid, “No. And, no I don’t want to schedule you for a visit so we can try and figure out if that’s a giant tumor in your brain. In fact, we’ll see you in six months. Goodbye.” Though she didn’t have to say all that, that’s exactly what she conveyed. And if my requesting a probe into what the objects in my brain were didn’t piss her off enough, she only had a year and a half to wait until a second request by me would have her communicating with me directly and going to lengths I couldn’t predict but should have been able to because of its incredible predictability.
In early 2021 I fell on my side with such force I thought I might’ve broken a rib. I was in so much pain just taking breaths. Since my current job is physical in nature I wanted to make sure I didn’t fracture or break a rib as my job would only exacerbate the injury. I was lucky to even continue working in such pain.
I journeyed to a local hospital’s ER in the wee hours of the morning and requested xrays be taken of my chest to make sure no ribs were broken or fractured. Unlike the CT scan at the VA, I stood in front of an xray collector plate and the radiologist taking the pictures had me pose in increasingly odd and sexy positions. He assured me it was for medical purposes only and the contortions he’d placed me in were to better fire those electrons under and into my rib cage for best imaging of the ribs for their exam. Thank God he posed me this way because the two single images out of the five taken that morning shone light on an entirely different and far larger – and thankfully, more easily identifiable – medical device implanted system.
I was happy to hear the doctor say I’d broken nor fractured any ribs and I could go back to work without worry. I went to radiology straightaway and asked for a copy of the images and was given a CD containing them. I began to wonder if I would find anything as it had occurred to me in the past if the system in my head was the only one foisted into me decades ago. When I first began creating videos of 3D models of my brain I posted them on YouTube and used the analytical data collection feature to see who was coming to look at them. Medtronic always turned up and a couple of times Medtronic’s cardiac engineering division, in Santa Rosa, California, showed up in the viewer logs. This made me immediately wonder if a cardiac system had been implanted in me but years passed and I never returned to the idea. Until I had the CD of the chest xrays in my hand.
After finding someone whose computer still used a goddamm CD drive I had them put the files on flash drive and I hurried home for a look. Two of the images stuck out as shocking, to say the least. It would only take importing those two files into a DICOM imaging program and a tweak of contrast and brightness to reveal what at first looked like a robot octopus with its tentacles wrapped around my heart. A bit more tweaking and I saw something very familiar to my eye. Medtronic control boards look incredibly like their cochlear PCB boards and when I saw the high xray return on the pacing system’s control board’s capacitor I knew I was looking at a cardiac pacing system. I scoured the internet for a match of the capacitor and found an old article about the removal of a malfunctioning Medtronic system and compared them. They seem to be a match, even sharing a shroud that’s attached to the top of the control board, something not used anymore. I don’t even know what it does or contains. The newer pacing systems don’t appear to have them anymore.
I found yellow to be most revealing of the control board. There is so much wiring and support electronic components evident in these images one might mistake my chest for the inside of an old Sylvania TV.
One of Baptist Hospital’s original DICOM images showing a CRT-D based pacing system (if I’ve identified the model by its capacitor shape correctly). And, having been in my chest since 1999, long since dead, possibly.
I had sent these to Agent Raper and copied US Attorney Kyra Jenner on the email so they both could see that, without question, my reports of implantation couldn’t be denied. Working the two images to reveal single components, wire runs and the pacing system’s multiple stimulator leads lead only to my own satisfaction and utter silence from Raper and Jenner. So I decided it was time to poke the rabid racoon that is Dr. O’Neal once again with my second only, singular request. A simple request that I thought should be no problem in a real world with real, caring physicians. I knew there was a chance O’Neal’s job as firewall between me and those she was required to conceal evidence like this from might spark a fight.
I approached her team first with my request: Could these xrays, taken at an outside hospital that the VA clinic is actually housed in, be sent to a radiologist at Fayetteville VA so that a radiology report might be written and, therefore, recorded in my medical record. The team members’ responses went from tepid to wild, all garnering me nothing as far as my request went. Unexpectedly, Dr. O’Neal sent me an email, this time not talking to me via a proxy which surprised me.
I replied that the report she’s quoting where the physician states ‘all normal’ was written by a radiologist searching for a broken rib, not an antiquated pacing system from the era of when ‘Friends’ was still on the air. I waited two weeks and emailed her again, asking if she’d had her team send the CD out to Fayetteville VA. She could’ve simply told me she hadn’t and was never going to send those images to Fayetteville as she herself suggested she and her team do. Instead, her reply was something you only hear about in wild conspiracy theories. So predictable in fact, I never saw it coming.
I responded that if that mental health professional knew how to operate a CT Scan machine and load me into and image me again without pan-searing me I would love to see him. This was a joke that harkened back to my original request which was only a more focused CT Scan. After these series of stunning radiographs were produced this physician never performed another action for me. She refused to discuss the CT scan series of my head and refused to question Damani’s falsified report. Even doctor Kervorkian suggested second opinions for Christ’s sake. When the Baptist xrays showed a far larger system in my chest I asked her if she could forward them to a radiologist, not named Damani, for a review. She suggested that she and her team would put the images on a CD and mail them to Fayetteville VA and then never did it. Instead she answers my follow up email asking if she’d done it with a ridiculous remark. She was, at that point, the latest roadblock to answers Medtronic and the VA erected in my path. How much must a person in such a profession, someone who has the charge of health care decisions for patients who depend on her, be paid to journey down such a dangerous path?
I should have assumed she would never have sent those images to any radiologist in the VA system because it could only prick ears up in all the wrong places. I was, just as I was when I had to go through the CT scan series’ 400 images myself and find images showing large, dense objects inside my brain, on my own. And now I had to add the non-response from federal law enforcement in Raper and Jenner as a sign that I was completely and utterly alone in my endeavor to uncover these facts. Better alone than surrounded by a league of federal employees who’ve fallen in line to protect a corporation and its multi-billion dollar a year commerce with the VA over those they have sworn to, or at the very least, are paid to, protect.
O’Neal’s total refusal to discuss xrays that show objects that could potentially kill me says everything anyone needs to know should they wonder if she’s been paid off to stop me sharing this evidence with others in the VA system. And should I raise too much hell with her, she’s been made aware she can get away with doing these things. She has some balls to, at my asking if her team mailed a CD of two xrays to Fayetteville VA Radiology, suggest having me seek mental help. This said to me, “I already know I’m going to get away with it. So if you want to keep pushing me, I can begin painting you as someone who needs mental therapy and suffers paranoia.” But she even went further. After I respectfully rejected her offer to have me connected to the VA’s mental care system, she went and did it anyway. She’s been made to feel completely protected from law enforcement and she’s most likely already been informed that the only law enforcement agent in Arkansas she should have feared, Agent Kris Raper, is already on payroll with her over at Medtronic.
She doesn’t understand my hard-headed nature. She may not fear prosecution now but my making this history we share public there will surely be a firestorm that quickly flares up around her and those she shares guilt with because everyone involved who is named in this report of mine will move to protect themselves. I would imagine meetings will be held and administrative types above O’Neal will be asking why she couldn’t just mail a goddamm CD of xrays out to another VA site (or why the need to be sent on CD would be required, even with HIPPAA). And with any luck, Agent Raper’s federal overlords will descend down upon him asking to go over his investigation which may or may not exist. And they too will demand answers as I post this report to veteran web sites, VA blogs and every single place I feel it can have an impact on trust in the VA itself.
I realized O’Neal, or someone directing her, had disregarded my answer when the good doctor asked if I needed assistance from a mental health care provider when I received a phone call from Fayetteville, Arkansas VA. The man placing the call to me said he’d been chosen to be the instrument used to move me from Dr. O’Neal’s care to another physician, preferably one at Little Rock, VA. From this information I assumed the job of placing veterans with different physicians was something someone in an administrative building might carry out. After speaking at length with this person, I assured him I was fine with him coupling me with any health care provider. What I didn’t say was that such an idea was great in my mind as it offered the possibility of a soul yet to be stained by Medtronic. This might, in my mind, help me gain ground in my own investigation. What this person told me at the end of this phone conversation was his contact information. And his name, Dr. James Long. First to hit my mind, “Why is a physician being tasked with placing me with another physician? This seems a waste of his time. And of his degree. And years of medical training.” The phone call ended and after I looked him up I found he was a resident psychologist at Fayetteville, VA. Feeling he had misled me by not divulging his position at the hospital, I felt an airing of my dissatisfaction was in order. So I sent him an email that I could only find after hours of different types of searching the web. I felt he’d been most dishonest by not sharing the fact he was a physician – much less a psychologist – at the opening of his phone call to me. I also realized O’Neal, instead of reviewing two radiographs with me or even sending them to a radiologist within the VA, felt it necessary to have this psychologist contact me. Either that or someone who plots these maneuvers out made the decision for her, which would be my first best guess. Having Dr. Long cloak his position as a shrink was probably another idea of those who run these schemes. Dr. Long’s decision to not even tell me what he was a doctor of in Fayetteville is something I’m sure is not taught in medical school for psychiatry or psychology. A ploy such as that can only sew distrust and Dr. Long must, naturally, know and understand this quite well. Let’s tentatively place him in the “Being paid off by Medtronic,” column for now.
The most depressing fact about this depraved group of sell-outs is that they will be unhappy I’ve chosen the pen as my weapon and not a gun. Because what I have yet to inform my readership of is that in the opening months of 2013 I had experiences I would later realize I shared with Aaron Alexis and Myron May. And after I came to the conclusion that they were most likely the focus of schemes such as the one I find myself in, it became clear to me that the host of people who were enlisted to handle May and Alexis, as O’Neal and Raper and others have handled me, most likely breathed a sigh of relief when those men went on shooting rampages and were killed while doing so. Because it shut them up and they would die as madmen with the truth of what illegal plots they’d been ensnared in dying with them. Not this time. When I finish publicizing these matters and putting these conspirators’ names upon the lips of everyone who surrounds them and trusts them, things will begin getting shaken up. When law firms get wind of this series of newsletters and the storehouse of data I’ve collected including evidence I’ve yet to even touch upon, they will race to me because Medtronic’s pockets are deep. I will make available to the public all of my medical records, all of my communications and every scintilla of evidence I’ve collected including phone calls with everyone including Raper.
Raper turning his back on me as well as his sworn duty left me feeling hollow. O’Neal’s contacting the VA’s mental health center and having them contact me under false pretenses has drawn my ire. And I can only hope she will be made famous for this and not only her cheery, aw-shucks, bedside demeanor. Hopefully some amount of fame will come to Agent Raper and the ever silent Kyra Jenner in the face of all evidence I’ve sent the US Attorney who remains silent even after all she’s seen. Their protection of this secret of the VA’s must be made public. It is my desire to pull the cancer of Medtronic’s slimy tentacles out of and away from the VA system. This may earn scoffs from you but it should be considered that a scandal of this magnitude could rock the trust between not just veterans and their physicians but of all patients and the healthcare systems to which they’re bound. When a corporation has power over the VA and law enforcement to the point they can turn them all against a citizen in the way they’ve proven they can, in my mind, they must be publicly broken, their trust destroyed. Agent Raper shocked me by opening my eyes to the fact that someone with such an esteemed background in law enforcement can be paid off. I truly never thought I would see the day that I would a group of professionals whose duty it is to protect citizens and patients actually protect the criminals from their victims. That’s the power Medtronic has upon the VA and it’s a cancer that can only grow. And if I have even a half a chance of accomplishing this then maybe I might have prevented the next Myron May or Aaron Alexis. Because the schemes that have made the lot of us disposable medical test equipment will continue.
I am the legacy of the VA’s illegal corporate-sponsored free for all at West LA Medical Center in 1999 but those who wish I would just hurry up and die or go shoot up a bunch of innocent people so they can rest easy can think again. This is the first in a series of reports. My 200 page full report documents everything from back to front along a timeline of events. USC’s involvement, the physicians at West LA Medical Center and Sepulveda who I found, upon going through my medical record, falsifying blood test results all the way up to Raper and O’Neal today will all be put into the public domain’s judgement. Hopefully the judgement of those they work for as well. If I cannot get them to do their duty and bring judgement upon the VA and Medtronic then I must try and bring judgement upon them.
At best, the components that comprise the systems implanted in my body may have simply been, while incredibly illegal, the testing of Medtronic equipment to see how long a patient could live with an active neural data transceiver in the middle of his brain. I have a feeling that while the chest system may look like a cardiac pacing system, it may be the power plant for the neural system. I say this because rechargeable batteries were just coming on the scene in 1999 and I can so far find no power system or batteries inside the neural component. So perhaps this system was the grandfather testbed for Medtronic’s modern day neural and cardiac wireless data streaming implant systems.
I’ve another theory that works as standalone or alongside the one I propose in the prior paragraph. If a neural array could be implanted into someone’s brain and time was spent developing the necessary vocabulary database for that particular person’s brain, with that person’s every thought being sent out via radio wave - say on a cell phone frequency - those transmissions could be sent directly into a system that ingested and translated it then added it into a database for storage. If this person were unaware this system had been implanted into their body what you could turn them into is an unwitting spy. Everything that person sees, hears, or experiences that requires a thought process in the language centers of their brain would be transmitted to a station for surveillance. An unwitting spy is what this person would have become. I’m not sure how many field agents would allow this kind of medical device implant system to be placed into their bodies because it means a long pocket would have to be cut in the falx cerebri area of their brain’s dura and we can assume that not everyone would have such a lucky go of it as I’ve had. So unwitting or willing, this system could be used by intelligence agencies to collect all the information that asset experienced. Everything they read, every conversation they have, everything they see and witness. And no handler or intermediary person or even computer would have to exist by which their reporting would have to pass. This would give credence to the idea that this person wasn’t a spy, to the intelligence services surrounding him because he would never be meeting with anyone of interest and would never be emailing or electronically communicating with anyone that would arouse suspicion.
There is one case in the media that comes to mind that seems to support this particular theory. Otto Warmbier was an American college student who, while seeming quite intelligent, travelled for vacation with a group of people he did not know for a short holiday in North Korea. While there he entered an off-limits area of the hotel he was staying in and in front of surveillance cameras, tried to pull a mounted, framed poster off a wall. His drunken mindset was given as the answer as to why he did this. To my mind, nobody with that intellect travels to North Korea, understanding they’ll be surveilled, and acts out so overtly that it seems they’re trying to be arrested and interrogated by North Korean intelligence agents. North Korea explains a year later, when President Trump’s administration tries to secure his release, that he’s been brain dead for some time. When his body is recovered, large portions of his brain are missing completely. Botulism is the ridiculous answer given by the North Koreans. Scars are found down the length of his spinal cord. Our own intelligence agencies say they’re the result of torture. All these excuses are tortured if you ask me. Perhaps it’s because of my own experience that I come to a different conclusion. I believe Warmbier had imaging performed on his body and when the North Koreans discovered similar findings to what my own imaging produced, they went digging around his brain to try and carve out the neural array they found therein. And when they couldn’t get it out without killing him, they backed off. Spinal cord stimulators, like the ones I believe inhabit my own body, were either extracted or at least looked at by North Korean intelligence if they couldn’t be extracted.
Since Warmbier’s parents would not allow an autopsy, a decision they’ve refused to give reason for, we may never know. If Warmbier’s parents truly wish for an answer they can send me all the imaging performed upon his body and I will endeavor to provide a fulsome answer.
There are others in the world I believe fit this particular situation but I’m of the type of mind that felt Dick Cheney and his team who outed CIA agent Valerie Plame should’ve been hung in the public square for not just revealing her as a spy but revealing to the intelligence agencies in which she worked who she was and the program she was involved in.
This notion of ‘spies who don’t know they’re spies’ is one I believe to be the least frightening aspect of the possibilities imaginable when it comes to medical device implants that wirelessly report a raft of valuable data 24/7. Medtronic has erected something called The Medtronic Network. If you are to understand that Medtronic already has hundreds of thousands in not millions of implants in people the world round that allow their physiological data to be sent out via the internet into Medtronic’s system, which is a database that warehouses that data forever, then Medtronic does indeed have a network. The Medtronic Network isn’t the database but the network of potential spies. Scientists don’t need neural data alone to divine what someone might be thinking or experiencing. Cardiac data could be used to try and elucidate what that person is experiencing. If you have the cardiac information for the time a politician was in a meeting with someone they were trying to sway their way regarding an arms sale you may be able to determine how that meeting went.
The Medtronic Network’s database is already online and grows with each implantation. It’s use, we’re told, is so that physicians can login to it and look at patient data for whatever time period they wish. Anyone with a scintilla of knowledge of Medtronic’s history would understand that if a foreign intelligence agent went to Medtronic wanting to buy data on patients from them, Medtronic would only look at it as a brave new kind of revenue stream. Medtronic has no dedication to country or to law. The only ideology which they subscribe to sees profit as God and their stock market standing as the gospel. Medtronic moved its headquarters in 2015 to Dublin, Ireland to take advantage of a brash tax inversion scheme that would see the US lose billions in tax revenue. If Medtronic was approached with a multi-billion dollar a year deal with Russia, does anyone here really believe that country’s intelligence agency wouldn’t have access to Medtronic’s database? Maybe not directly but throw in an extra billion for the purchase of particular data on a set of people from a given period of time and I’m sure Medtronic and that country could work out a deal.
In my view, Medtronic should be investigated from back to front and The Medtronic Network looked at for what it could be used for. I began collecting analytical data on anyone coming to look at what I was posting online. I began this in 2016. Medtronic has always been my number one fan and only grows in their interest in what I’ve posted online. My Google Analytics have shown that even the Dublin site has been looking at my every Substack Body Of Evidence post - almost daily. I guess I’m getting closer to speaking upon the things they fear most. My own thought is that they should be dashed upon the rocks before they can do untold damage in the realm of intelligence agencies around the world and the analysts’ work therein.
Medtronic’s constant eye on my internet actions began years ago, long before I made any public statement regarding my suspicion of their hand in the ordeal I’d found myself in.
My theory regarding my own scenario is that I went in to West LA VA Med Center in 1999 for knee surgery, stayed overnight and came out the next day implanted with a system conceived and created by engineers at USC and Medtronic and implanted by VA physicians. USC’s hand in this was always present in the evidence I collected but I had trouble explaining their motivation. The Medtronic Network’s core system - their collection database - appears to be capable of what USC’s Brain Initiative neural data database does. The interception, collection and storage of physiological data, including neural, from implants or imaging sensor systems such as fMRI. My guess is they are not just like one another but one in the same. And USC continues to collect neural data my system sends their way which is worth untold millions since getting test patients to have massive systems implanted into their brains can’t be all that popular.
Then again, maybe Medtronic was just testing a new version of the CRT-D device I accidentally found in my chest along with a neural data transmitting array in my brain. I think the cochlear implants I discovered upon each temple is just to make the imaging look cool.
I compel law enforcement and the Justice League to do their duty and treat this as serious lest my Substack subscribership grows with interest around the world. If the silence from those quarters persists I may try and find interest elsewhere and anywhere. I want this system exposed and those who were behind its implantation and those who, to this day, profit from the data it outputs or I may someday find another interested party who would very much wish for it to be exposed upon the world stage for their own interests. It’s a chance for you to control the story and the message. This silence cannot endure.
I’d like to invite law firms who wish to extract untold millions from Medtronic to contact me. Along with USC. And VA. And the individuals who made this continuing coverup the success it’s been, many of them wealthy physicians and scientists, such as the long list of USC Professors in pathology who I found illegally entering my VA medical record for over a decade without my knowledge or permission to view every blood test I had performed. My full report and accompanying data provides, clearly, a long list of lawsuit targets. I guarantee any lawyer who pores through my full report will, after finishing it, have an erection for a solid hour. And that’s a guarantee. If it lasts more than four hours, contact a physician. I’ll give you Damani’s number.