END ALL DISABILITIES, WAR, FAMINE AND HOMELESNESS BY TRANSFORMING CLASSIFIED TO UNCLASSIFIED
VA Classified Investigation Request
Reasons: Mind control, pain control, torture technology, electro-schizoaffective technology, memory control, being poisoned with a brain poisoned in September 2008 and becoming impotent and desensitized in the middle of my enlistment process without ever having raped/molested/inappropriately-touched a kid with me being a teenager or adult. I have experienced a thousand hours of periodic stomach pain at least 10 times more painful than being shot or stabbed and 16+ years of an electric feeling stinger in my head. The stinger recently mostly went away about a year ago.
My name is Ara Emanuel Tidwell DOB 07/16/1983. I never had an interest in enlisting, and my mental health history was limited to a single semi-short term depression spell and attention deficit disorder without hyperactivity. It is possible I could have had minor schizoaffective without knowing it, but I did not identify as schizo as I did not hear “voices” but I did have mild tinnitus that I assumed was from riding sport and race motorcycles when I was 16-24 years old. It is also important to note, even though my memorization skills were not the best, I never had “fake or inaccurate” memories, or otherwise felt my memory had been erased. I did not know mind-control was real nor would I had easily believed that it was. I started riding sportbikes when I was 16 years old and started racing them at 17 years old in the CMRA (Central Motorcycle Roadracing Association) and track days. One day on April 7th 2008 I went on a ride with Veteran friend Dean Christoper Moorhead and a non-veteran named James Darwin (I am not sure about the last name of James being correct). The order of riders on a real road that is actually called “Nameless Rd”, was myself, James, and Dean following behind us. The posted speed limit on Nameless Rd is 45mph. I reiterate, that Nameless Rd is a real road actually called “Nameless Rd”. We were speeding down the mostly twisty road at up to 150mph with Dean holding back, as he normally did. At some point we unknowingly blew through a speed trap at allegedly 104mph (I say this because I think the cop lied that we were going so slow) and I swear, I either didn’t see the two Travis County Sheriff cars doing the speed trap, or for the first time ever that I noticed, a mind control technology within 2 to 3 seconds erased my memory of seeing the police and I kept on going for another mile, until we slowed down to wait for Dean and turn onto another road. Now, if we hadn’t slowed down, and were running from the police, we could had easily gotten away, but I had no clue there were any police behind us. Myself and James got pulled over at the intersection with Dean trailing behind the police, he turned around and went the other way. The Travis County Sheriff Deputy that handled myself was Sr. Deputy Chuck Taylor. Chuck turned out to be a pretty nice guy. He informed me that he clocked me at 104mph. He already knew who I was before he pulled me over, made a reference to me flying radio control airplanes at ARCA (Austin Radio Control Association) and suggested that I trade in a motorcycle license for an ENLISTMENT to fly a military helicopter or jet. I surely informed him I was not interested in enlisting, but I would hear him out. He wrote me my ticket and James left the group, I regrouped with Dean Moorhead and we went along our planned ride, even swapping out motorcycles with his brand new 2008 CBR1000RR. I was riding a 2007 Yamaha YZF R6. We went to our scenic breakpoint near the Ft. Hood area and took a 20 minute or so break talking, and I remember little as fact. I do remember bragging for Chuck Taylor saying he was like the coolest cop that ever pulled me over and that he already knew who I was and that I flew RC airplanes. This isn’t where things get sketchy but little did I know I was soon to take the most bizarre turning point of my life. A day or two later, I go into a recruiter’s office and ask the recruiter to stop having people try to get me to enlist, like traffic cops and possibly Dean Moorhead. Dean told me years earlier that recruiters would get a small bonus for any signature they get, even if it wasn’t an actual enlistment, so when the guy asked me if I would sign something, I did, and I probably didn’t even read it. I was really bad in my past about signing stuff without reading or signing then reading later. I had no interest in enlisting, but I thought the guy might get some kind of $20 or $50 bonus for me signing the paper. Fast forward several days, I go to the ARCA flying field that April and there is a Sean Reitmeyer there, an RC pilot that I had not seen in a couple years. We talked for about an hour, and halfway through it I got stung by a bee, probably a “killer bee” as it actually stung my hand. Several minutes after I get stung, I start having “new memories” of things I didn’t remember from the Chuck Taylor traffic stop. Now it is important to note my dad was a criminal pot-grower in Central Texas then, and I benefited from his marijuana money. I did have a semi-light drug experimental history that ironically didn’t include very much marijuana use. I started having memories of Chuck Taylor not just saying a “bee would sting me and that it would release a chemical that would un-repress erased memory”, but a bunch of stuff about telepathy and even my dad’s pot farm in another country. This went on to him supposedly saying that there is a plan to make me an astronaut and it might not work, but it could, and it all starts with me enlisting in a plea deal to dismiss the traffic ticket. This plea deal never happened, even though I expected the pre-trail conference to have “classified information” to be given to me about my ordeal. Apparently, the prosecutor raced motorcycles and gave me a deferred, but nothing classified happened. Now all this freaked my dad out, so he temporarily shut down his pot farm, which was in Burnet County, two counties away from Travis County. This left me financially stranded from July forward. I quit my job to take a break a year earlier, which was a Gold Technical Support Representative at Dell Corporation, now Dell Technologies. It was a good job and I really liked it, but I had some bad roommates and bad friends that derailed me and I decided to take a break. In mid-April 2008 I was repeatedly bombarded with supposedly unrepressed memories, mostly from the Chuck Taylor stop on April 7th 2008 and the Dean Moorhead conversation during our break later that ride. It said stuff of Chuck Taylor saying “You are the centerpiece of a five, 3-letter agency investigation. This all played out in a riddle that talked about a matrix technology, models, future prediction, aliens that were multi-verse matrix aliens and 9/11/2001 supposedly being an inside job. He eventually went on to say I would get a little confused and go to the DEA, where in their spare time they do matrix technology. He also said that I had been at a pink condo off 5th St with and been subjected to sodium pentothal and was told about mind c0ontrol technology. Strangely enough, I never remembered being at any condo off 5th St in Austin, TX, pink or not, and I didn’t remember hanging with college aged drinkers at the condo after leaving the Canvas bar one night. He supposedly also said that the Canvas bar was owned by Homeland Security, with JD Dunn, the owner I knew personally, also as my ecstasy dealer (I was on the customer side), worked for the CIA. The Canvas bar was at the base of the Frost Ban Tower in Austin, TX at 105 E 5th St in the Phillips Building. He also supposedly said something about “20-blanks” being a CIA term, and that there was a secret CIA office in the downtown Hilton hotel. Now I hadn’t yet started looking for the secret CIA office, my semi-friend JD Dunn, who was good friends with a good friend of mine, did not tell me ANYTHING. I within a couple days found this pink condo in the front, white in the back, with an RV with Washington plates and a car with Ohio plates, just as Chuck Taylor was supposed to had said. I knock on the door and a William “Billy” Bridger answers. I do not recognize him, but I ask if I was at his condo unit a month before and he said I was there for a couple hours, ha d a beer (which is odd as I don’t drink beer, however did drink liquor), and then went home. I then start having all kinds of memories with a better build of “Billy”, a little taller, smoother, and a little more police/secret service looking. I tell him very little about my ordeal and leave and I start having all these supposed memories of the event that supposedly happened a few weeks earlier. Billy identified as both an APD homicide detective and then said he was actually Secret Service and showed me a department of Homeland Security ID. He also said the person that normally lives there looks kind of like him and what his name was, but I called this guy Billy too. The jist of it is,, they offered me a beer and I decided to drink it just to be cool even though I didn’t like beer, and after sipping on it for a couple hours we talked about aliens, UFO’s, mind control and how there was a terrorist who supposedly knew who I was and wanted to talk to me, and I might be able to help catch him. I was clueless and he said it had something to do with 9/11. After almost 2 hours, I finished my beer, everyone exited the building, locked up and I went on my way, after being assured he was not a DUI/traffic cop, but I took an alternate route home anyway. I made it home approximately 4am. This was all to had happened in March 2008, about two and a half weeks prior to m April 8th Chuck Taylor traffic stop.
At some point in late April or early May 2008 I was telepathically asked if I was willing to accept the death penalty for leaking information about “telepaths”. I think I telepathically said sure, but as I was being constantly telepathed it was hard to keep any of this riddle and maze secret from my friends or family, or people I was looking for clues from. Dean started blocking my calls when I tried to get help and I almost never talked to him since, with him always hanging up if I could get him on the phone. JD Dunn wasn’t of much use either, but our mutual friend said it might be true he works for the CIA, the mutual friend was named Shawn Subt. I also started investigating at the DEA where I met the Will that Chuck Taylor talked about, and the recruiter’s office where they said “this is not what we do, but if you want to sign this to consider enlisting, sign here and we might help you enlist”. I did sign there. Now Dean Moorhead once told me if you sign too much at a recruiter’s office you will be FORCED to enlist no matter what, but I knew my physical fitness would DQ me so I didn’t think I had anything to worry about. I didn’t understand the human mind could be reprogrammed, which it never got, but I didn’t have the mental aptitude for enlisting either, something the recruiters didn’t care about probably because they knew I could be programmed. In June I sell my motorcycle for money since my dad was out of business and in July I go to my friends Michael Sanchez’s house near Buda, TX, who I used to race motorcycles with. I quit taking my Adderall thinking if this doesn’t pan out, I can get off my ADD medication and go get a flight medical the next year and resume getting my pilots license, like I almost got before I started taking Adderall. I helped my racing friend Michael Sanchez deliver hay for a few weeks. At some point the recruiter said I did in fact sign an enlistment commitment to the point I would have to enlist without any way out. So I said I don’t want to enlist and I want out, and sure enough he said that isn’t possible. I said, “Well I am a pedophile that molests children” and he said “no you are not” and I said “whatever I’m gone throw away my file” then I go straight to Michael Sanchez’s 11 year old nephew and tell him to tell the Army I molested him, he said he thought that was a bad idea and I said I thought it was a good idea. This is the last time we ever discussed the matter and I never found out if he did what I asked, and made a false statement to the Army about me molesting him, but the Army quit calling my phone and I went on trying to sort my telepath problems out with the DEA and FBI, which was very unsuccessful. As I leaked more and more information to my friend circle, I kept on getting a more intense electrical buzzing sting inside my head that was a “telepathic buzzer” that said stuff like “masons, telepath terrorists and aliens were responsible for 9/11” and leaking information to friends could kill me with a torture caused forced suicide that would be considered a “classified execution”. More and more of this came about, and as I got evicted from my house, I moved in with Michael Sanchez in exchange for me delivering hay for him. In early August I noticed I started to suddenly go impotent and sexually desensitized. Unrelated, but related to my mind control, in late August 2008 I called my mother in Eufaula, OK to come down to my house in late August and early September 2008 to come to my house just before I get evicted. Texas has a 30-day hold on evictions. I told her a lot of stuff, and about 7 days into September 2008 I get poisoned with what I believe was sulfuric hydrochloric acid (I found a bottle of it under my kitchen sink, otherwise I wouldn’t have a clue). When I say I got poisoned, I believe it was diluted into my orange juice or Sonic Pink lemonade, and nothing caused pain, besides some very mild burning in my arms, but it felt like my brain was in a cold boil and I was in cold sweats for about a week. I felt like 99% of my brain cells had died from “searing or frying” and I had not recently used any illegal drugs. I NEVER recovered, even too this day. I now require Adderall MANDATORY and Alzheimer’s medication. I am extremely sensitive to antipsychotics in a negative way and I suspect that the poison damage caused non-progressive multiple-sclerosis, MS. During this ordeal, the electric stinging pain went up in my head, and it said it was an alien implant diode that was being turned up so it would “pop” and my head would go silent. It then gave all these fictitious grandiose type enlistment scenarios where I would become an astronaut or fighter pilot. It said the military has a classified way to fix my body, but I had to get a security clearance, that I was disqualified for, and would not live if I didn’t enlist. So, I enlisted as a 15T helicopter mechanic. I was unmedicated on Adderall or Alzheimer’s medication and suffering massive dementia. On October 15th 2008 I enlisted. I went to Ft. Sill and kept trying to get a security clearance or find people with a top-secret clearance already, which was very hard to find someone who would admit to having a top-secret clearance, but I eventually found Captain Joel Matthew Borkert. WE had several interviews where I was very confused and tried to explain some of this, and he did not tell me much besides it sounded like schizophrenia and I do recall he tried to tell me something about the Black Panters, the 1980’s radical group, poisoning people and I needed to know this. Even though my mother was white, she was associated with the Black Panthers before I was born. She now denies this but my dad said it was true. I think my mother poisoned me because she didn’t want me enlisting, or she knew something classified that getting a new body was possible and she wanted to poison me so I would be sure to get a new body. However, me and my mother have never gotten along and have always been at odds with each other. Especially as a kid. At one point, someone in front of Joel Borkert said we need to get you a new body, and I said “is that an after-life technology” and he said “something like that” and I said “I think I will pass, still out of paranoia I would be executed. A month goes by and I am discharged from the Army. I get out and shortly after my dad resumed growing pot and he gave me his truck and $500/week to live off of. I stay in extended stay hotels and move around for several months. Drive across the country chasing what I dubbed “my chip” to find the supposed CIA that could supposedly help fix it. Almost all of my friends shunned me. I eventually wound up at my moms and mom’s boyfriends house in May and June of 2009, near Eufaula Oklahoma. At some point Gregg Hunt tried to start a fight with me at Walmart, but I refused to fight. A couple weeks later on the evening of June 26th 2009, my mother is babysitting a 10-year old boy while the mom and my mom’s boyfriend are coworkers as a paramedic EMS crew, and my mom brings me to the woman’s house, but I stay in the car as I do not know the woman well and don’t want to trespass, though my mother said it was fine to come inside and insisted I did. I didn’t. About 45 minutes later, they get off work and my mother’s boyfriend comes to me while I am resting in the front passenger side of my mother’s minivan. He starts harassing me for not having a job and I ignore him, but he becomes physically violent. He starts beating me, not too hard, but excessively, yelling and I don’t have a phone with a local address. This was in 2009 GPS auto-detect on 911 calls with prepaid phones didn’t work right. I kept getting Traivs County 911 call center in Texas when I called 911, and Gregg Hunt realized this and got worse. My mother mostly ignored this, but she actually even threw in one strike, and I hadn’t even defended myself. I knew that with the 10-year-old kid as my witness I was safe to defend myself without legal repercussions and I was WRONG IN THE END. I slipped off my shoe and kicked him back once, and he recharged at me and I kicked him again even harder from the inside of the minivan to the outside of he minivan. He calls the police and lies completely to them, saying he just walked up to me and I violently attacked him without any provocation from him. The police get there, all the adults follow his story, and the kid tries to correct the police and Gregg Hunt said I gave the kid ALCOHOL and that the kid is lying out of loyalty for that reason, which is completely made up. I have never in my life given a kid alcohol. I did 6 months in jail and when I got out my mother put me on Social Security Disability.
To make a very long story short, I kept on getting “chip[ped” harder and harder and it was constantly brainwashing me with all these I got these different girls pregnant that I didn’t remember having sex with, and aliens are chipping me so I can get a $100,000,000 settlement from Bill Gates or Michael Dell so I can be a dad of an illegitimate child. Except the sex with these people never happened and I didn’t have a baby with Michael Dell’s daughter, Hannah Glaser or Jenna Bush, all of which I have never had sex with. I went through cybernetic sandblasters in my head and in 2012 I started getting periodic stomach pains that were EXTRMELY INTENSE, probably 10 times worse than getting shot or stabbed in the stomach, with them usually lasting 3 hours at a time, like as if on a timer. I wound up doing a combined 6 months in jail for harassment trying to get help with this technology and the charges have since been pardoned. In November 2013 I was being stung pretty bad and still not on Adderall or Alzheimer’s medication, my chip told me to email all my enemies my email passwords to try to get them hacking charges, one of the recipients did include Gregg Hunt. Shortly after I was arrested by the DEA in Pittsburg County Oklahoma for sending slews of death threats blackmailing the DEA administrator and President Obama to do things like “legalize all drugs or be assassinated”. I never sent ANY OF THESE EMAILS, but I had been sending harassing emails to them out of anger of them not fixing my chip that I thought was going to kill me, suggesting if they died I would file murder charges on them from the afterlife, and calling the DEA administrator a bitch, for nothing to do with drugs and stated I had admiration for her job and position. I got a blackmail charge and violating an Oklahoma Statute Via Computer charge. I did 2 years in jail with an excessive $75,000 bond while I was on disability. I got out with a deferred sentence plea deal, which in Oklahoma is not a conviction and I successfully finished my probation in November 2020. While I was in jail I went through many lengthy stretches of non-stop extreme stomach pain, just one lasting over 240 hours in a row without me getting a second of sleep over the stretch and being in pain more than 10 times worse than getting shot or stabbed, without any breaks. Overall, I have gone through about 1,000 hours of this and the pains just quit about a year ago, shortly before the stinger in my head calmed down to be just a zapping or buzzer, but still telepathic. At the end of 2019 I called Barry Sholem at MSD Capital (Michael Saul Dell Capital) to ask how much Michael Dell was worth and was asked to call back an hour later, at which I did and I got a response of $722 billion dollars. I then left a few voicemails asking for $10 billion dollars of that money. I never got a response.
So to make a long story short here is the grandiose timeline.
2008-2016 aliens
2017-2019 Muslims retaliating for enlisting
2020-current Dell is doing this
2021-present I stopped getting the fake/unrepressed memories
Still present: Cybernetic scrambler (aka telepathic electrical buzzer), mind control to throw PTSD fits when I get reminded of memories of how bad a lot of this was.
Now I have witnessed teleporting numerous times, including my former teleporting cat, and I know this is very real. I have seen “matrix lights” in the sky most people would call UFO’s and I understand God to be an acronym for Government of Digital, which presumably owns the computer space the Earth is inside. I identify as non-religious.
For the past couple of years the Grandiose has said that I am a biological child of Michael And Susan Dell in 1986 before they got married, while Michael was married to his ex-wife Marcy Dell, who would had gotten significantly more money int heir divorce if I existed and that there was a coverup which included a DNA body swap from a baby body to a toddler body at the end of 1986 and given to drug dealer parents that had legitimate high up parents themselves, with my dad’s dad being an aerospace engineer who worked for NASA in the 1960’s and my mothers dad who was a Georgia State Senator in the 1960’s who supposedly knew George Bush and Newt Gingrich. Supposedly, telepathically speaking, my Dell settlement is to be $1 trillion dollars, which sounds reasonable and rational considering what I have been through. I know they have the money.
Please do a full military-grade classified investigation into this. I fully consent too and request mind reads of myself. I highly suggest my mother be mind read after my mind is read to see if she poisoned me and what with and why.
Ara Emanuel Tidwell
Ara Emanuel Tidwell
Why I am transforming the Earth with my “VA Classified Investigation Request” letter. An explanation of what a transformation is and why it would get rid of every disability on this world, the Earth (wide open real living digital)
Simulation theory, the belief that the universe is in some kind of naturally forming computer, or as I call it a “Universe Computer”, and that whatever above us, my belief, God, or Government of Digital, wishes for us to be in a simulated evolution of our planet and civilization, until it matres enough to become a part of the rest of the universe. Elon Musk in 2016 stated in an interview that we all live in an alien computer simulation and that the chance that we do not live in a computer is less than 1 in billions. Shortly after, someone made him recreate the interview where he said something different, still using similar words, but said it less informatively and more cryptic. When I worked at Dell Corporation (now Dell Technologies) for 2 full years from 2005-2007 I did hear occasionally that this kind of thing is true, and that we live in a “matrix” and this kind of stuff is true. I was skeptical at the time, I knew computer design and manufacturing was classified, I just didn’t know how. It was also the first time I heard the term “Government of Digital”.
I have a list of acronyms, leaving one potentially offensive one out, here they are
God = Government of Digital
World = Wide Open Real Living Digital
Demon = Digital Evil Making Obnoxious Noise
Devil = Digital Evil Voiding Intelligent Life
Die = Digitally Incredible Event
Dead = Digital Everything After Dying
Atom = Asking Too Often Matters
King = Killing Innocent Nuisances Gone
Audio = Acoustic Use Digital In Out
Radio = Real Audio Digital In Out
What is the afterlife? Well, basically the afterlife is very likely the real universe, where all mature transformed planets and dead people live in harmony. If there are aliens, THEY COME FROM THE AFTER-LIFE, which should be understood as the primary universe. I would point out, in 2018 I saw an alien, “sober as a good judge during a trial”, that teleported in front of me for approximately 4 seconds, walked up to me and disappeared. It looked kind of like the alien in the movie “Paul”, except this alien was pink and scruffy white. I also saw a number of birds teleport, with some even landing on me. Some of the ones that were sitting on invisible perches had alien faces and bird-like bodies. They also had fire-fly type glow in the dark spiders weave webs right in front of me, something I have never seen on Earth before. Strangely enough, when I thought about how I had chased birds around with my radio-controlled airplanes, I was telepathically told that the birds “liked you until now, now they are going to leave” and they just vanished. This magic show, which at the time I assumed was done by a human magician, lasted almost 20 minutes. Half way through I saw about 20 ghosts appear from a single point of light, expand, walk towards me and then vanish. I wondered what it could had been, my former employer Dell Corporation, the CIA, President Obama’s orders, or perhaps my non friends, Bush twins Jenna and Barbara Bush. Now I have met Jenna and Barbara Bush several times before, one time Jenna did talk to me about how ghosts were real and wanted to know if I knew how. She also knew I was a stern, hardheaded, atheist, who believed in evolution. I did say something about “unless aliens have some kind of technology I don’t know about, it’s impossible”. Jenna laughed. If I had to guess, I think Jenna and possibly her sister were behind this. I have had not spoken with Jenna or Barbara Bush since 2008.
I probably don’t have much risk of going to jail, and technically, that usually is what keeps people from doing what I am doing. I hate to use the word “conspiracy”, but I believe God, Michael Dell, his family, Jenna and Barbara Bush, President Obama, President Biden, and some of the government are involved in a conspiracy to have me transform the Earth to get rid of all war, all disabilities, all starvation and all homelessness. The problem as I saw it was someone poisoned me with likely sulfuric hydrochloric acid in September 2008 and I suffered dementia until I started taking Adderall combined with Alzheimer’s medication. I take several other medications, but they don’t help anything. In fact, no anti-psychotic has ever helped in the history of any of this. This prevented me from writing clearly what I needed to write, plus my un-ambition to become famous. I did want a settlement, but I didn’t want to be famous. In 2008 my cybernetics told me that I was being prepped by the government to make first contact with an alien race that came from the star constellation “Ara”, also known as my first name. Now, I know body swapping is real. I have even been *body at least once before, in 2016 when I was getting ready for bed. I thought I was teleported from sitting up in my bed onto the floor, then I realized I was drugged with a muscle tranquillizer and by the time I was able to walk, I had a massive black eye that took over 3 months to go away. I did get one email a couple months later over the issue, asking if I wished to prosecute for the assault and I declined. Honestly, I didn’t feel any pain but the black eye was pretty embarrassing to have for the next 3 months. I also kept up with the Dell family on Facebook and Instagram and noticed that the Dell daughters would frequently body swap recreationally and post pictures of their DNA twisted bodies on their social media. One day I got a little upset at Dell for not helping me, so I sent a complaint to the NSA that they have this technology they are bloating, but they won’t help me with my torture technology, noting they might want to do something about it. What I am getting at, is I don’t know where that alien came from, but it could had been JENNA BUSH HERSELF or another human in that non-ghost alien body, or it could had been a real alien. I don’t know who or what it was, but it was a definitely not a human body. What I am getting at, be God, aliens, or for sure the rest of the universe, we have potential to make “First Contact” and I intend to go through with my mission to get rid of every disability on the planet, all homelessness, all famine, all war and everyone have immortality for the life of the universe. What I need is your help spreading this around. I am breaking classified. I am going viral. I am transforming the Earth. Even God is a government. Governments work on popular opinions, votes and lobbyism. I need all this, the planet needs all this. We have matured, it is time that God’s entertainment of our civilization evolving at the expense of over half the people on the planet suffering great unjust, converge into a new kind of digital transformation. No war, no death, no homelessness, no hunger. We the people need to ask God and Government for a transformation.
Sincerely,
Ara Emanuel Tidwell
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE (also with original VA Classified Information Request letter)
