Beginning to document hard papertrails from my travels seeking refugee protections. Some highlights that stood out to me here.
•Cairo receipt 0007 : Attempted abduction in police car, parking lot of Cairo airport.
•Overseas Chinese Hotel Shenzhen 0014574 : Insecure room with broken fixtures. Men with raidios blocked the hallway just prior to latest checkout time—I had to overstay to allow time for my phone to charge (common) before attempting to exit the barricaded door. Police in oddly crisp Chinese border patrol uniforms who spoke perfect English attempted to give me an ultimatum between speaking my own language ever again and going to jail for an entire month in solitary confinement. My embassy was involved in severe cyberattacks against my phone while on the border, as well.
Around New Years, I was told in writing by a Shenzhen police officer that I had cannibalized my sister (Madison Meyocks) in a sandwich, after he forcefully accosted for scaring a corgie (oddly—there were whole armies of corgies being walked…) who then wrapped its leash around a propane tank of a street vendor cart. I had to escape by jumping barricades and reaching Hong Kong border patrol.
•Hong Kong Police Dept. Case Numbers (Perfidy / Medical Torture) : I was arrested in an unmarked van by a man and a woman in plain clothes following an incident at a shopping center near a train station and tram after escaping the HKIA airport on foot, and attempting to make my way towards a Buddhist monestary.
•Registration of Persons (Hong Kong) Tseung Kwan : Address where I was instructed to seek humanitarian protections and refugee status in Hong Kong, where I took the photo of the “Torture Claims Appeal Board” and “Non-Refoulement Petition Board” signs posted in the lobby.
Like the visa process, socio-linguistic torture (bustle and hustle) was used to lead me in circles of nowhere-frustration while seeking serious humanitarian protections.
I did end up with the special permission visa pictured somehow: (Visitor – Permitted to Remain)
Note: Date is December 10, 2024.
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•Dublin and Galway : Explicit mention of “the Company” — “Issued subjected to the Company’s conditions.” I was arrested for calling police after a (possibly armed) man claiming to own the hotel broke into my room. Luckily, the door was barricaded.
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•QR / Call Ticket from Vienna, Austria (distinctive “swoop” design)—possibly from airport baggage claim. I was forced to give up my iPhone 13 at a train platform near the border of Switzerland (Innsbruck I believe—I filed multiple reports) and was repeatedly put through an odd mob-style training regime where it was suggested to me that I was awaiting the drop-off of a large sum of money (“a bag”) and that organized strangers and airport / train staff (not only in Austria, but in Germany, Holland, and elsewhere) were “training me” to recognize the appropriate courrier. This was an apparent “buy-out” attempt aimed at film/photo evidence I had collected while avoiding assassination in the United States—I was made to believe I would be given enough cash or gold to essentially start over in a new country.
“Training” (extremely behaviorist, Pavlovian, and demeaning) was not “reward based” and “optional”—though done in transit areas, in public, and at borders—with constant complicity and knowledge of authorities. It was abusive and forced.
I was finally bullied out of the large remainder of my (horribly AI-abuseware infected) synchronized devices on another train platform outside Munich, Germany—where I was forced to kick my computers and phones off a train platform and given an ultimatum : either sell them to the man (whom I called Nick, a rough-handed old spook in an Australia t-shirt), and receive a large sum from the Lost and Found counter at Deutsche Bahn, or attempt to squeeze between the train and the platform to recover them, while he seemed able to MOVE THE TRAIN (in budges) with some device in his pocket—so, I would have been ground to d*ath.
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After agreeing (by force) to relinquish the electronics, “Nick” ordered the train moved and a man wearing a black tactical backpack (I thought he was American) came and stood nearby and engaged some kind of bulky black box mechanism which seemed to either extremely rapidly rip all the data from my electronics, or fry them completely. (I could smell them burning and was familiar with extreme overheating technology that had caused my devices, service, and battery to fail, but this was another level).
“Nick” then blandly boarded a train after spending insinuating that I was too stupid to work as a janitor, so I should be ostracized from the entirety of global civilization. I obviously never asked the railway behemoth Deutsche Bahn (DB)—except by lost and found report—if they intended to pay me a lavish sum for said stolen electronics. I was aware from the beginning that I was just beging tangled in an elaborate mercenary ruse, likely as whistleblower reprisal, and that it had taken more the form of extreme psychological coersion (with strict supply chain control and wildly Pavlovian food training / m*litary grade stress exersizes, for example—both sometimes blended with serious biochemical agents used as punishment or coersion)—than it had a “gentlemen’s bargain for the sake of global order.”
The one word, of others that “Nick” blended together in a characteristic double entendre / multilingualism, kept repeating grimly was, “Catastrophic…” as if letting my evidence get into the public domain would be just that for someone—perhaps US elected officials of other important public of international finance figures: “Catastrophic…”
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Plane ticket receipt, October 1, 2024. From the Munich airport to Hamburg. (I had no idea where I was supposed to go. I was being put through the above-described training drills at a public airport (where I was being forced to live, or else face more exhausting flight in foot and through train networks outside in the German rail system (I had an InterRail pass, but had faced heavy abuse—Munich’s international diplomatic presence seemed to be posing a severe problem, despite my attempts to contact the UN or immigration authorities.
Men with machine guns in army fatigues were supervising my forced airport training drills and attempts to “train me” to grab via sleight of hand (a “hand off”) a “drop bag” (which I believe in retrospect were merely elaborate entrapment schemes).
The presence of army uniform occured again later when a man in dark green fatigues on a busy train platform pointed a small remote control at the timetable, and changed all the scheduled times of arrivals and departures. When I looked back at him again, he changed them all back with another click.
As you can see, the ticket’s underscript footer reads SPY2UC (“Spy, too, you see?” I believe. I think this was all an attempt to frame ME for espionage, rather than to consider my whistleblower / refugee status.)
This may not quite belong here but I want to document the difficulty I’ve had in seeking spiritual refuge from persecution in addition to seeking political asylum. I wrote this letter today to a local Tibetan Buddhist monestary, and I have been trying to preserve my philosophy and my sanctity as a religious scholar in the closest parallel traditions I can imagine to traditional academia—to me, the obvious answer is Mahayana Buddhism, and I feel drawn to the Tibetan (particularly Rime) lineage because of its quite formal and monastic bent forming a buffer to outside misalignment—it has a very remote and dedicated center of scholarship compared to the university system, in short.
This is unfortunate to publish but it documents the unique overlap of religious and academic persecution in my case.
(Some additional details sent regarding previously documented desecration of a very old, beautifully worn handle of a prayer wheel at the monestary in Ulan Bator.)
