My Testimony

This is my life, in text, in general terms. No person and no company is named here. The details belong to my private record; what stands here is the truth of what happened to me and what I built from it.

What happened

My personal information was exposed in data breaches, again and again. I was hit with fraud and identity theft. My accounts were hacked, banned, suspended, and locked — the record of that stands platform by platform on the Accounts Record page. I dealt with corruption, and with a legal system that moved slowly while the harm moved fast. The FBI is part of this story too. I tell it the way it can safely be told: in general terms, with no names.

In August of 2023, I was put under electro shock therapy as a test subject. For over four months, almost every day, I was shocked with voltage, and test after test was run on me. The packet of those tests is part of my private record. The shock therapy is not what killed me — I emphasize that, because it matters. What it did was leave the doctors unable to understand how I later died and came back; that study left them with no solutions.

In January, I was electrocuted twice by my home smart devices — the smart thermostat and the smart lock — and I died, and I came back. It happened the morning I exposed fraud on my property account and reported it to the FBI; the FBI showed up with agents that same day, an hour before I was electrocuted. I lost my memory, and for a time I could not talk or walk. I live with severe electrical spasms running through my body, permanently — spasms that can put me into cardiac arrest at any time, for the rest of my life. I am severely allergic to all medicines and antibiotics, and to surgeries, and to foods, and to many other things. I live with epilepsy and seizures, and with Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, and I am severely immunocompromised. From January to the end of June, I was required to remain under medical house arrest: when I had allergic reactions at the hospital, there was nothing they could do to counteract them — I am allergic to all of their options, permanently. My doctors hold that it is safer for me to be home, because I am susceptible to so many things that can trigger cardiac arrest and seizures and conflict with my Ehlers-Danlos syndrome. It makes my life severely difficult. The rest of my life is forever changed and will never be the same. Any time I touch anything electronic, I am shocked with pain. I have severe heart pain and chest pain that occurs daily, with temperature changes or electronic waves around me that alter how my body functions. Some days I am okay; some days I am barely able to move or get out of bed — it feels like a heavy electric field surrounding me. The doctors have no information on whether there is any correlation between the shock therapy and why I was electrocuted on those two smart devices. People say it is impossible, but Google proves my case with facts and truth, and my medical papers and my electronic trails explain my injuries and how they permanently changed my life. And the community around me did the most to make sure I do not get proper medical treatment, by erasing my medical history and adding false information that is dangerous and fatal to my life. Everyone has been trying to cover it up — all the evidence since — so that I won’t get help or anything, and I am in survival mode. They even falsified evidence: when the electrician came and saw the issues, it was documented to the director that there were none. The property filed a claim, and tried not to cooperate — to not provide the evidence, and to erase it and change it. The claims department had my evidence, and kept changing workers, and not looking at my evidence, and trying to force my claim shut like nothing happened to me — even when I emailed them hospital documents, and therapy sessions with doctors, and home visits with nurses, and so much more. I had no help — no friends or family to talk to. My mother, who had helped me come home during an earlier crisis and whose birthday gift funded my first ministry materials, died of cancer on July 28, 2025, about two and a half months after my ordination.

What I built from it

I rebuilt my life and my mind during a long recovery at home. Strategy games rebuilt my mind when nothing else was there. Then I built the things I had needed and did not have: a ministry of advocacy, free schools for anyone locked out of learning, a safe space, and books that tell the truth of my life.

Everything is from my experience when I had no help. That is the root of everything I built — the schools, the ministry, and the free mission behind them.

It is still not safe for me, and I am still fighting. So my truth goes out the smart way: through my work, which shows who I am. Hopefully, one day, someone brings justice to all of this.