A few weeks ago, while I was reading Jim Keith’s Saucers of the Illuminati, I came across a mention of a text called My Life Depends on You! by a guy named Martti Koski. After immigrating to Canada from Finland, Martti realised that the Canadian police were firing microwaves into his brain to control his mind. When I looked for a copy at my ordinary book sources, I couldn’t find anything. After a little digging I realized it wasn’t actually a book. It was a self published pamphlet that was reprinted in different zines in the 1980s. Luckily, I found a copy archived online.

After 4 years of hearing voices from the apartment upstairs from him, Martti started losing control of his body. He lost his sense of smell and control over his bum and willy. He couldn’t work anymore because the air at his work place was contaminated with carbon dioxide and was making him foam at the mouth. He stopped sleeping and was admitted to hospital after a “heart attack”. (His quotation marks, not mine).

During his stay at the hospital, he heard a new voice, this one claiming to be a spokesman for the RCMP. It told him that he had been chosen as a candidate for spy training. He had been brought to the hospital as this was a similar environment to the Russian insane asylum where he was going to be deployed.

The voice repeatedly told him that the food at the hospital was poisoned and to avoid a certain room. He was later taken to this room where the doctors hooked up a machine to his dick and gave him electric shocks to the tadger. The electronic voice told him to have a wank when this was happening. He tried, but he couldn’t come to a climax. The voice told him that if he didn’t gip, the doctors would stretch his bollocks out. On returning to his room after this experiment, an old man flashed his bollocks at Martti to show him a 15cm long ball-sack as a warning.

When he got out of the hospital, Martti started getting bad headaches and couldn’t sleep. He went to live in a hotel, but he ruptured his bladder there twice because the RCMP were stopping him from knowing when to do his wee-wee.

He went back to the hospital for round 2 of spy-training. After leaving a second time, his apartment was flooded with poison gas that caused his mouth to fill with blood.

He decided to leave Canada, but he had to travel to another province to get a passport. The voices and RCMP followed him on his journey. The voices told him that he had no limit on his credit card, and when he got to Finland the voices changed to female voices. These voices were actually aliens from the Star Sirius.

He soon went back to Canada, and there were more gas attacks at his apartment.

After getting sick of being circled by firetrucks, Martti realised that the microwaves that were controlling his body weren’t as powerful when he was outside. This is where the story ends.

Martti contacted the authorities but they never took him seriously. He spent all his money printing leaflets detailing his plight. At one point, he put out a call for others affected by telepathic amplifiers that work with microwaves, and he met some other victims, half of whom got exposed to these experiments in prison. Martti feels he was chosen because he didn’t have any friends or family in Canada.

“Leaders of the Canadian parliament are silently backing brutal human experiments, very similar to those done by the Nazis, the only difference being the use of immigrants instead of Jews.”

If any of this sounds familiar, it’s probably because there are now communities of people who are making these claims online. 7 years ago, Vice made 2 popular documentaries about “Gang Stalking” and “Targeted Individuals“. I knew about paranoid schizophrenics before reading this, but I wasn’t aware of their online communities. There’s thousands of people experiencing this kind of thing and using the internet to network and share their stories. I started looking into these communities, but it got very depressing very quickly. While it’s nice to think of people having a network of support, some of these groups are echo chambers that probably make things far worse for their members.

One piece of good news that I found during my brief look down that rabbit hole was that Martti Koski is still alive and posting. I sent him a message, but got no response. I sincerely hope that he is doing well.