Wi-Fi experience of a so-called electrohypersensitive person
Thursday, 4 November 2021
I had to go to Walmley village for an eye test at the opticians Charles Morris. I drove the back way there to avoid the huge nest of phone masts on the top of the telephone exchange building on the edge of Walmley.
I parked and had to walk about 50 metres to the shop in view of these masts. However, I had my BlocSilver (the fabric blocks up to 40GHertz frequency radiation) suit and hood and felt very little radiation.
However, once in the shop I could feel the huge power of their Wi-Fi. Staff were very insistent on keeping all the Covid rules, but I insisted that I was exempt and just avoided using the sanitising gel.
I explained why I was wearing the hood. I was sent to sit down near the door. I was now in pain. My meter measured 0.85 volts/metre. I asked if I could move further into the shop away from the windows through which radiation from all the new streetlights flooded in.
This I did and then was invited into the consulting room for the commencement of the testing.
By now my heart was generating huge extra systole beats, I was breathing heavily. The optician barely took any notice. I tried hard to calm down, saying that my body was reacting to the radiation with ‘flight or fight’ sympathetic nervous system response. After a few minutes of actually getting worse I asked if she had a mobile phone and any Wi-Fi in the room. She turned off her 4G phone which was on her desk, but said that the Wi-Fi connected to the PC and the printer. She couldn’t turn the Wi-Fi off because it connected all the electronic equipment in the shop. Asking how long the eye test would take, she said about half an hour. At that I said I would be dead in that time and apologised for cancelling and left.
Once outside I began to recover. At home I realised it had been the worst trauma I had experienced since the quasi-heart attack in 2013 caused by a Wi-Fi router.
It has taken nearly eight hours to recover somewhat today, but I am not back to normal yet. It is the heart that is most affected, but anger is not far behind. That this can be done to me, and I have no recourse via the police, the GP, MP, local councillor. They are all ignorant of the issue.
On reflection I wondered at the total lack of emotion or empathy from any of the five or six staff in the shop. From observation they all showed a lack of curiosity for what was happening to me, a lack of perception that there was any problem, along with a total lack of emotional connection to me.
They really were like zombies, going through the mechanics of their job according to their training.
It reminded me of the research on Wi-Fi and RF radiation that has discovered that exposure causes each brain neuron to be systematically disconnected from others. One would predict a gradual loss of mental skills: problem-solving, lowering of IQ, lack of spontaneity and the ability to empathize emotionally and I saw that plainly today. These are real effects.
The whole episode was like a charade, a pantomime in which elaborate unnecessary precautions were being taken against a non-existent virus in the midst of toxic radiation of which they were wholly ignorant.
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I parked and had to walk about 50 metres to the shop in view of these masts. However, I had my BlocSilver (the fabric blocks up to 40GHertz frequency radiation) suit and hood and felt very little radiation.
However, once in the shop I could feel the huge power of their Wi-Fi. Staff were very insistent on keeping all the Covid rules, but I insisted that I was exempt and just avoided using the sanitising gel.
I explained why I was wearing the hood. I was sent to sit down near the door. I was now in pain. My meter measured 0.85 volts/metre. I asked if I could move further into the shop away from the windows through which radiation from all the new streetlights flooded in.
This I did and then was invited into the consulting room for the commencement of the testing.
By now my heart was generating huge extra systole beats, I was breathing heavily. The optician barely took any notice. I tried hard to calm down, saying that my body was reacting to the radiation with ‘flight or fight’ sympathetic nervous system response. After a few minutes of actually getting worse I asked if she had a mobile phone and any Wi-Fi in the room. She turned off her 4G phone which was on her desk, but said that the Wi-Fi connected to the PC and the printer. She couldn’t turn the Wi-Fi off because it connected all the electronic equipment in the shop. Asking how long the eye test would take, she said about half an hour. At that I said I would be dead in that time and apologised for cancelling and left.
Once outside I began to recover. At home I realised it had been the worst trauma I had experienced since the quasi-heart attack in 2013 caused by a Wi-Fi router.
It has taken nearly eight hours to recover somewhat today, but I am not back to normal yet. It is the heart that is most affected, but anger is not far behind. That this can be done to me, and I have no recourse via the police, the GP, MP, local councillor. They are all ignorant of the issue.
On reflection I wondered at the total lack of emotion or empathy from any of the five or six staff in the shop. From observation they all showed a lack of curiosity for what was happening to me, a lack of perception that there was any problem, along with a total lack of emotional connection to me.
They really were like zombies, going through the mechanics of their job according to their training.
It reminded me of the research on Wi-Fi and RF radiation that has discovered that exposure causes each brain neuron to be systematically disconnected from others. One would predict a gradual loss of mental skills: problem-solving, lowering of IQ, lack of spontaneity and the ability to empathize emotionally and I saw that plainly today. These are real effects.
The whole episode was like a charade, a pantomime in which elaborate unnecessary precautions were being taken against a non-existent virus in the midst of toxic radiation of which they were wholly ignorant.
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