The transnational bankers, financiers, mercenaries, and geopolitical operatives that have taken advantage of my de facto statelessness by attempting to profit from my persecution, and my repeated subjugation to the threat of the ultimate indignity — summary execution without due process — in order to coerce my life’s work from me, and coopt my work on the philosophy of semiotics (language theory), abiogenesis, and the origins of symbolic cognition, in service of Artificial Intelligence — to pillage my life’s work via espionage and medicalized torture in service to their faulty metaphysics and their nihilism, and nothing more —
They will be fine.
I will not be fine.
My work designed to give life hope and meaning in the depths of the anthropocene will not be fine.
We might at least hope, that when faced with existential cataclysm, that global authorities would set aside any imaginable barriers to assisting the continuity of human life and civilization above the shortsighted ambitions of oligarchs less formative in their reasoning.
Perhaps we have hoped wrong, if the whole world has been plundered for nothing.
It’s like a skein of yarn spun that unravels the house and the spinner.
In further addition, my initial contact with the U.N.H.C.R., which I understood to be the top global human rights authority, was made at Helsinki Airport. I was greeted by an impatient receptionist who asked to know my situation and why I was calling. I had trouble articulating that I was essentially surrounded by plain clothes agents / possible combatants at an international airport, and after a brief exchange where the receptionist seemed to grasp what I was saying, the line abruptly disconnected and I was unable to call back immediately, or receive instructions on how or where to seek safety.
What followed was my first U.N.H.C.R. Special Procedures report, which I was forced to rewrite multiple times after detailed submissions on the final page(s) of the webform were erased completely after attempting to send them. I eventually learned to copy and paste text into a word processor (with great difficulty due to severe malware and network interference) to keep from having to restart a long, arduous report regarding ongoing, traumatic events from the beginning. This in itself felt like a punishment and a violation of my rights to document my experience and petition governments and the United Nations for safety.
That report, 7tb9iow9, resulted in no official response whatsoever, although I finally received what I presumed was a type of informalized intergovernmental response while in Barcelona upon attempting to check back in with the U.N.H.C.R. and attempting to navigate once again to safety, this time in Spain. I thought the Catalonian region would be more sympathetic at their asylum offices due to hostility around major cities and capitols like Madrid, Zurich, Frankfurt, and Helsinki.
This response seemed to simply introduce me to an elaborate regime of massified transnational psychological coersion and may have even escalated by isolation and captivity, through a form of ambient behavioral control whose scale seemed predictive (likely based on Large Behavior Models and Palantir-like mass surveillance technology) and designed to act as a barrier to my safety, privacy, and ability to seek asylum.
The mixture of informality and officiality (such as plain clothes agents clearly crossing operational zones relating to international borders) had a devastating effect on my sense of beneficence of the asylum system, and the imposition of aggressive hyperreality was a further blow to my hopes for regaining autonomy and security after being forced to flee everything I had worked to build in my life due to extreme long term violence and perfidy, which my national government in the United States had already pointedly declined to officially mediate or to help me survive.
I was (and am) under a severe regime of psychological coersion, ambient detainment by plain clothes agents, surgical levels of torture, and medicalized perfidy.
I was shocked when after being implicityly convinced that the United Nations was actively involved in mediating this detention regime on my behalf, I again failed to receive even a shadow of due process upon my asylum claim in Zurich, when having been forced to exhaust all escape routes and my personal savings I was forced to accept what months prior I had been told were grueling conditions of Swiss asylum application. I was tortured repeatedly as a refugee in Zurich, likely to extort intellectual property from me in addition to causing cumulative damage to my health and all other vital spheres of survival and dignity.
I tried, after months of faulty proceedings and dehumanization at the hands of Swiss authorities, to contact the U.N.H.C.R. again. The receptionist on the phone (they sounded like the same gentleman I had spoken to in Helsinki) said very haughtily to me, “Are you a refugee, or are you a rich tourist with a visa?”
I have never been so floored by the words of another man in my entire life. My sense was that the grueling report I had submitted in Helsinki and all my subsequent “unofficial” mediation with intergovernmental authorities whom I assumed to be related in some way to my report, to the United Nations, and to some kind of necessarily under-cover attempts at trying to assure me safe passage and rehumanization in some other, less hostile country. It was clearly implied that I had run into lingering Cold War dynamics through the sheer scale of my native country’s geopolitical interest, as was implied to me on the border of Canada, and that I was being forced through military-grade stress and obstacle courses and covert forms of torment to make my way to some less hostile geopolitical region—although all routes were simultaneously effectively blocked, rendering me stranded and attempting to navigate to my basic human rights still.
In any case, I never suspected that I would be compelled to participate in geopolitical or ideological dynamics as an asylum seeker. As a civilian I am obviously uninterested in what nation state (if any) would assure me the basic rights of citizenship, after my own country saw fit to deny them of me and attempt to take my life. I felt leneient about the possibility of hard feelings causing REAL security concerns, such as retaliation in the form of hybrid attacks against me for my whistleblowing activities.
Ultimately, all rationale supplied by my interactions with official authorities proved to simply further justify my gross dehumanization, far beyond the bounds of any reason or constraint seemingly.
As I was facing refoulement again from Switzerland, I felt sure that someone had been engaged in intentional miscommunication or a grave abuse of authority at the United Nations to justify the lack of response.
In any case, I was forced to return to the United States although I referred to it as a “death sentence” explicitly in my terse, hardly formal, one-on-one exit interview from a Swiss authority, when I was told that I could not return to the European continent in essence for a year (the entire Shengen region).
I had already exhausted attempts to cross borders in North America, was banned from Europe, was tortured and refouled as a refugee in Hong Kong and Thailand, was poisoned within an inch of my life for trying to escape into mainland China in the Schenzhen Special Economic Zone, where I was also told by Chinese police that I had eaten a sandwich containing meat from my sister (in writing)—Africa, South America, and the Middle East all seem like probable death traps when any amount of money and influence from major US authorities and technology oligarchs, seems expendable to paid mercenaries, and likely unchecked by the safeguard of proprietary currency, telecommunications, and economic strength necessary to resist serious geopolitical interest in my censorship and disappearance. Russia is at war. Everywhere seems to be at war.
The entire world seemed to conspire to refoul me and resign me to severe torture, dehumanization, and summary execution.
When I was returned from Switzerland, and forced to sell of what little valuables I could from my music repair shop in Oregon, I managed to escape again to Mongolia. I wanted to stop through Beijing on a tourist visa to see if mainland China could provide a brief rest and localized respite, and to get away from reliance on mechanical torture and dismal surveillance by American technology companies.
On the border I was denied transit to my connecting flight, although I had attempted to prepare thoroughly, by recognizable authorities who use linguistic abuse (refusal of communication and/or translation) as a notable tactic to frustrate international movement. I had a border guard steal a handwritten code to my iPhone backup containing invaluable evidence of repeated assassination attempts, and after rote bureaucratic torture was dragged back to a plane to South Korea, on which the airline staff stated bluntly that there was an intention to cannibalize me.
I then faced attempts to force me to cross into South Korea as a refugee, despite an attempt a year prior closely preceding a declaration of martial law that nearly wrapped me into a clearly potentially deadly plea for asylum.
I had to buy an alternative flight to Ulan Bator, and had to have my only remaining possessions shipped via air (they had been searched by U.S. Homeland Security). I arrived already feeling more than uncertain about trying to claim asylum on the border due to prior experience, so entered on a tourist visa, even though I was warned that Mongolia is a non-signatory state to the Convention Against Torture, which horrified me. Within seven days I reported to the Immigration Authority by the defunct airport where I had been directed and informed them of my desire to seek asylum (I was told residency status was all they offer refugees in Mongolia).
A brief handwritten statement was taken and I was referred to the U.N.I.C.E.F. compound next to the German embassy to complete my appeal for asylum and/or residency status. There I was dismissed repeatedly, given conflicting (and even potentially deadly) misinformation, told to contact a “protection specialist” to liason, and essentially erased as a refugee altogether, until my funds for food and housing were exhausted, and I was left in the dead of winter in the Mongolian desert carrying everything I owned, subjected to severe cyberattacks, mass harassment, and advanced (algorithmic) physical and psychological abuse / torture.
In desperation I finally tried to take a train to the Russian border, having failed to even find sanctuary at the historic Buddhist monestary (forces preceded me and seemed to destroy the sanctity of the temple and the school grounds there). I was refused entry or asylum proceedings, interviewed by authorities who included an informal representative of the United Nations, and sent back to the border station in Mongolia.
Upon return I faced familiar detention and obscurity around procedure that ended with me being punched several times by someone wearing designer apparel, while an assistant filmed with a smart phone (I was made to believe this may be a U.N. representative) and dragged outside into the freezing tundra where I could feel frostbite setting in within minutes of exposure to the cold. I still had all my worldly possessions with me. I only survived by getting into an idling car uninvited and begging for a ride back to the train station.
Ultimately I caught this same possible U.N. representative (who identified themselves as the lead district border autjority for Mongolia at the time) admitting to attempting to assassinate me through exposure on the border, while I was living penniless and forced to play violin for food and basic necessities back at the international airport 40 kilometers outside Ulan Bator.
I was then eventually, following further torment, cyberattacks, and biological attacks, forced to beg my way back into the United States once again, where I had been identified as a missing person and had my music repair shop destroyed and evicted by the police, despite all available attempts at communicating with authorities, my property management company, and my insurance company to prevent the destruction of priceless work and valuables that I was forced to abandon due to extreme threats and hostility.
I have very little in the way of official documentation to relate this directly to the United Nations, and that is exactly the point. All I was given in Mongolia while seeking residency status was a post-it note with an email address handwritten on it. I have never been more discouraged by an organization with such altruistic auspices.
I may have repeated details from my initaial report, but wanted to give further context on connections to the United Nations.
Si[n]cerely,
Cody Fielder Meyocks
Update to ICRC Report : bCbshP / Sept. 10, 2026
https://archive.org/details/centerforfolkculture_1787807715
https://archive.org/details/new-recording-36
https://archive.org/details/new-recording-22_202608
https://archive.org/details/new-recording-35
https://archive.org/details/centerforfolkculture_1788123348
https://archive.org/details/centerforfolkculture_1788668528
https://archive.org/details/centerforfolkculture_1787989470
Update today from the Joint Inspection Unit, Geneva —my response, and a letter to Freedom of the Press and Al Jazeera detailing ongoing struggles.
Some news for the upcoming General Assembly: The entire world could not protect one religious scholar and writer forced out of their home and subjected to the most depraved violations imaginable against an individual in the most dire circumstances.
The expenses to facilitate my torture must have been lavish.
My response, 18:39 Pacific Time 09/17/2026 :
Dear Representative of the Joint Inspection Unit,
With due respect and gratitude for your response, my “greivance” regards grave violations of the Geneva Conventions committed by and / or facilitated by the UNHCR.
The failure of their mandate is clarified by your response. The cost of your words might be my life, and consequently the subjugation of all humanity to a veil of darkness and nihilism, in light of the scientific progress and research at stake in my humane treatment and survival.
With due regard,
Cody Fielder Meyocks
ORIGINAL RESPONSE FROM THE JIU,
09/17/2026 5:41 Pacific Time
Dear Sir,
On behalf of the Joint Inspection Unit (JIU), I acknowledge receipt of all the email messages that you addressed to our Unit recently, during the period from 25 to 31 August 2026, sent from three different email accounts issued in your name. Your correspondence submitted, for the Unit’s consideration, a grievance mainly concerning obstacles you met in pursuing the recognition of your status as an asylum seeker.
We conducted a thorough review of all the documentation as well as video and audio material that you shared with us. Following this review, we have concluded that the matter does not fall within the purview of the JIU.
In view of the subject matter raised in your correspondence, we noticed that in the past you had already been duly referred by the Investigations Division of the Office of Internal Oversight Services (OIOS) of the United Nations Secretariat to the competent entity of the United Nations system, i.e. the UN High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR), being provided with two communication channel options, including all the contact details for both of them.
With kind regards,
Alexandra Samoulada | Evaluation and Inspection Officer/ Investigations Advisor
Joint Inspection Unit of the United Nations System
Palais des Nations, D-620 | Avenue de la Paix 8-14, 1211 Geneva, Switzerland
LETTER TO FREEDOM OF THE PRESS
Hello, I have contacted Freedom of the Press in the past and not received a response as of yet.
I just received a noncommittal response from the Joint Inspections Unit of the United Nations which routed me back to the UNHCR, a body which failed to help prevent me from repeated refoulement in violation of international law.
Following reports to the CIGIE and House Oversight Committee in 2024 regarding alleged abuses of power by Intelligence Community Inspector General Hon. Thomas Monheim, I managed to escape the United States and contact the UNHCR in Helsinki, after which I found myself embroiled in ongoing cyberattacks and experimental forms of deeply dehumanizing socioeconomic warfare (likely involving the CIA) which for years now has prevented me from regaining any sense of safety or security or longevity.
This is complicated by the fact that I am just a writer, or at least intellectual work and independent research is my focus having been deprived of my place of business and my safety. I am contributing historic developments to multiple scientific fields through works in epistemics, abiogenesis, the origins of symbolic cognition, and advanced in semtiotic research for improved computing.
I am appalled that so far it seems all parties that I have contacted for relief and advocacy, from Congress to the UNHCR to freedom of press associations, seem to have used silence as a timer to allow me to simply run out my clock into poverty and inevitable death, rather than engage in the work that they are publicly supposed to be doing.
I have faced extreme forms of documented torture, a long list of potential war crimes, and lifelong medical damage due not only to weaponized covert operations but also to what appears to me to be calculated inaction on the part of authorities, advocacy groups, and the press.
I am tired. I am horrified. I am medically maimed in ways that put me at imminent risk for further harm, and I have spent tens of thousands of dollars waiting for any human contact whatsoever that did not actively seek to put me into the path of further harm, suffering, and hardship.
Ed Snowden (and perhaps Assange) is the only parallel case I can think of that matches the scope of this, and I haven’t been able to figure out how to reach him or anyone familiar with his situation enough to help mediate on my behalf.
I would really just like some safety, advocacy, and legal assistance / recognition. This should have been simple and obvious to accomplish years ago. I have not been in a conflict zone. I am not in Kurdistan or the Canary Islands. I have been tortured instead at international airports all over the “first world” and am now back in Ashland, Oregon facing the same rule of law violations that forced me to flee in the first place.
Is there anything Freedom of the Press can actually do to help render assistance or advocate for my survival and humane treatment? All I would like to do with my life is write a book. It should take me a year or two. People can kill me then if they like (with a trial, has been my only request).
What do these agencies do now, if not at all what they appear to? What is the purpose of Freedom of the Press or the UNHCR if they will let some of the most important literary and scientific developments in history leak out of a victim of the most extreme state terror while they waste away for the nihilistic pleasure of geopoliticial sychophants right in front of their eyes? I would have preferred to be “a pair of ragged claws.” Etc.
That is all.
Cody Fielder Meyocks
I forwarded a copy of the original JIU response to both Freedom of the Press and Al Jazeera, with the note below:
Forwarding the response received from the JIU.
This is the highest known global oversight authority and it took me years to simply present my case for demied refugee status to them. The response was to simply route me back to the UNHCR, who last time I dealt with them helped to direct me to a UNICEF compound next to the German Embassy in Ulan Bator Mongolia, to frustrate any possible asylum proceedings. (I had already been refouled from Canada, Switzerland, Dublin/Oslo/Copenhagem in tandem, and Beijing/Hong Kong following UNHCR non response and inaction on their mandate).
The situation is too exhaustive to list but suffice to say that I am financially and spiritually exhausted, and I feel that my life is essentially being regarded as a sacrifice to geopolitical interests who would like to pick my hard work from my bones like vultures rather than make the obvious disclosures that could lead to my safety and my ability to write (which is all I am requesting—I was a small business owner in the musical instrument restoration field; if I can’t do that I will have to focus instead on my true life’s work in the sciences rather than letting that serve as a reward for my business operations).
See further documentation and public information below:
Sincerely,
Cody Fielder Meyocks
