When A Spy Goes Rogue, Pt 4

The Hippocratic Oath Dies In The Darkness

Warning: This article may be disturbing or triggering to some, especially those who are sensitive to issues of abuse.

INTRODUCTION

I grew up believing in and trusting the medical system. I believed medical professionals would do no harm. I believed medical ethics mattered and you could trust medical professionals to follow them.

I was wrong.

Medical professionals can be bought. They can be manipulated or lied into making assumptions about patients and then allow those assumptions (which are often obviously baseless) to guide their approach to the patient and the patient’s care. Intentional medical abuse and neglect, under circumstances which are personally beneficial in some way, is acceptable to many. It doesn’t matter if it’s a carrot or stick that’s used.

These medical professionals only believe in medical ethics when it suits them.

Am I generalizing? Yes.

Why? Because, unfortunately, there are way too many that fit this description in Canada.

The one’s that don’t are the minority. These critical thinkers make up a very small handful of the medical profession.

The global population is waking up to this reality today. The Pandemic abuses of power, medical abuses, blatant corruption and fraud, in the medical arena are being exposed.

What people don’t realize is that this isn’t new. It’s been going on for years. The only difference being that in the past only specific people, like me, were targeted and were on the receiving end of the more extreme abuse.

Today, everyone is.

Welcome to my world.

Non-consensual medical experimentation was used by the Nazis and condemned by Nuremberg. The fact the state has mandated it, is shocking beyond belief to me. The fact that most of the left in Canada finds it acceptable for a treatable illness with a 99.9% survival rate is even more shocking. While the conciliators will claim that people consented by their act of taking it, it isn’t consent when one has been lied to or coerced through various means to participate. For example, making it a condition of employment is coercion, not consent.

In countries like Cuba and Russia where treatment and/or vaccination is managed in a non-profit, scientific environment, people are willing to volunteer because the risk of being harmed is low. The motivation is to address the illness.

In Canada, there was only one motivation, to exploit the situation for personal and corporate profit. The government and medical profession has yet to acknowledge the serious and potentially long term harm being caused by the reckless mandates of the mRNA jab which has been proven, through decades of testing, to cause significant harm while banning and making inaccessible, generic treatments that have been proven through hundreds of studies to work.

Excerpt from Pt 3 of When A Spy Goes Rogue:

1973. Toronto. My Psychology professor at Seneca College asked me to sign a form authorizing my participation in an experiment. The form was vaguely written and had no end date. I objected and stated that I wasn’t interested in participating. I was told it was a course requirement and if I didn’t sign it, I’d have to leave the course. Since Psychology was a required course to graduate from my program, I had to either sign or quit the program. So, I was coerced into signing. I heard him muttering under his breath that “cops think they’re above the law” after I left his desk to go to mine. He didn’t look happy about what he’d done.

I’ve been telling friends for years, that the main reason I need to tell my story is because I don’t want to see what happened to me, happen to anyone else.

In the last two years that nightmare has not only come true, but it’s far exceeded even my expectations. I never thought, for even a second, that what happened to me, being the target of an illegal, non-consensual medical experiment, would be implemented on a global scale. To make matters worse, timely, necessary medical care and services have been withheld from many.

MY STORY: A Chronology of medical abuse and neglect

The medical abuse became extreme after I moved to Toronto. It was bad previously but it was aggressive, focused and almost all medical professionals (doctors, dentists, pharmacists, eye care professionals and clinic staff) went along with it in Ontario. This didn’t occur in other provinces.

Is it a “coincidence” that Ontario is where John Kennett Starnes and the Reitmans have the most influence? How many “coincidences” have to occur before a connection becomes significant?

1971 Vancouver. I became ill with extreme fatigue, a sore throat, fever and skin rash. I also noticed a slight loss of muscle tone and swelling in my thighs and upper arms. I went to my family doctor who told me that I had German measles and asked me to quarantine for a week. A high school friend of mine, Lynn John nee Bumstead, whose pop I had shared just before getting sick, told me she had mononucleosis. This occurred after the attempt to recruit me into Ellen Reitman’s Guru cult failed.

At the time, I thought nothing of this. I trusted my family doctor and believed that my friend was a genuine friend.

I don’t believe my family doctor at that time was compromised. He’d been my doctor since I was child as well as a friend of the family. I think it was an honest mistaken diagnosis on his part.

I do believe that Lynn was. This and her subsequent behavior over the years clearly indicated, in my opinion, that she had been compromised by Starnes and the Reitmans’ through his cohort, Art More, a UBC Psychology professor who specialized in adolescent psychology.

After graduation, Lynn participated in a UBC program for indigenous people that Art taught, and she had been invited to join. I believe she received this benefit because she betrayed me by intentionally making me ill. I don’t recall seeing her drink out of the pop can at all.

Had she infected me intentionally? Was this the beginning? I don’t know for sure but given Lynn’s later behavior it’s possible, even likely.

The treatment for mononucleosis, at that time, was simply bedrest and not sharing utensils.

Since I didn’t know that I had Mononucleosis and not German measles I did neither and suffered from extreme fatigue for several years.

Luckily, I did not develop any noticeable complications from the illness and am not aware of having spread it to anyone else.

The skin rash only occurred the first time. The later illnesses had slightly different symptoms and seemed to be at least partially treatable by antibiotics so I doubt they were mononucleosis. 

mid-1980s Vancouver. I, “coincidentally” met Art via a co-worker whose friend had started a singles program to attend arts and cultural events as a group. It was called Arts Plus. She invited me to join. I met and dated him casually for a year. One year after Art ended the relationship, he invited me for a picnic lunch, saying he wanted to talk.

We met at the Grouse Mountain parking lot, rode the gondola up to the top of the mountain, sat on a blanket, took in the stunning view, and ate the sandwiches he had generously offered to make. He mentioned during our lunch that he was sick but taking antibiotics, tetracycline, so he wasn’t contagious. Our conversation was about nothing in particular, so, other than eating a sandwich together and sharing a lovely view, the “lunch” seemed rather pointless.

I got sick after the lunch, so I guess it wasn’t entirely pointless.

I had suspected for a while that I was being infected with something intentionally (there had been previous suspect incidents involving others) and our conversation indicated to me that antibiotics might be the solution. I was allergic to tetracyclines, but other antibiotics did seem to help by eliminating some of the symptoms.

There’s more detail about my relationships with Lynn and Art in my fictionalized memoir, Persecution Games and more on the medical abuse and neglect will be provided in Book 2: Psychopath Games, of my From the Shadows series.

1977 Toronto and 1981 Vancouver. I was married in 1977, separated in 1984, and divorced in 1990. During my marriage I had two children.

When I went to my doctor to confirm my first pregnancy, he was away. His replacement decided I needed a GI tract series “x-ray.”  I’ve forgotten the correct name of the test but it was something like that.

Later I was told by my doctor that I should get an abortion because the GI tract test would have an unpredictable impact on my sons fetal development since it occurred during the time the fetal brain was developing. I decided to accept whatever the consequences were and refused the abortion.

When my son was born, my doctor was unavailable, and the replacement cut me open from my vagina to my anus, resulting in a slit ring muscle and numb clitoris and wasn’t sewn up properly. I was effectively castrated. My efforts to have these problems addressed were ignored by different doctors over the years.

My son’s birth was a forceps delivery and the left side of his face and head were a massive bruise. He was later diagnosed with learning disabilities when he was seven and a form of temporal lobe epilepsy as an adult.

My photo album of his baby pictures was taken by my mother-in-law when I separated from my husband. By the time it was returned, several years later, by my ex, who found it, the birth picture of my son had been replaced with one which had been edited to remove the bruise.

Any time my blood was typed before and after my pregnancies, it was typed consistently as RH negative.

However, during both pregnancies, it was incorrectly typed as RH positive which meant that I was not given the Rhogam shot (or whatever the equivalent was in the 1970s). This resulted in my daughter being born jaundiced.

1978 Vancouver. A third pregnancy would likely have killed me and the baby, at that time, or so I was told. I decided to get my tubes tied to prevent any future issues since the doctors just ignored my requests for information as well as requests to give me the shot.

A month or so after the day surgery to have my tubes tied, long dark black hairs started growing on my arms, legs, and hands. While I asked to be tested to see what happened and if my ovary or ovaries had been damaged due to the surgery my requests were ignored. I eventually found a treatment to correct the excessive hair growth problem on my own.

1983 or 1984 Vancouver? A co-worker who claimed to be married to the son of the Sultan of Brunei who, according to her was a Pharmacy student at UBC, suddenly out of the blue started bringing coffee in for me. I accepted twice, got sick and refused her regular offer. I told a friend about it who knew someone who might be able to test it but took so long getting back to me that the opportunity had passed.

1992 Ottawa. I was hired by Telecom Lobby firm, Stentor, via SPS. It was a contract position. They spent all their time gaslighting me and not giving me what I needed to do my job. SPS=Sharon Personnel Services – they’ve changed their name many times since. Bell was Stentor’s main client at that time. One day I discovered a clear gel like substance at the bottom of my coffee cup. I had left the coffee on my desk for a few minutes while I went to talk to the woman who was supposed to supply me with the software I needed and didn’t. I started feeling sick when I went to lunch and went home. On Monday I was told to take six months off and bedrest by my doctor. I quit the job and went on social services support. When I went to pick up my second and last paycheck, I saw Starnes leaving the building where SPS was located. I suspected that coffee and food tampering had occurred previously more than a few times and had become sick with an undiagnosable illness at those times as well. I had raised my concerns with others, but this was the first time I had real proof that it was happening.

1993? Ottawa. One of the symptoms of the illness caused by the poisonings was muscle weakness, loss of tone and swelling. I wanted to find out what the muscle issues indicated and asked my GP to refer me to a specialist. When I went to see the specialist, I heard him on the phone telling someone “I’m not going to do it. If you want that done, you’ll have to come down and do it yourself” (paraphrased from memory). I knocked on the door, which was ajar, and the doctor asked me to wait. Another doctor came in a few minutes later and “tested” my muscles by sticking needles into them and inflicting pain. When I objected, he told me that was “supposed to happen and was normal.” No report or diagnosis was sent to me and I was given the run-around when I tried to follow up.

1994 Ottawa. I had a tubal pregnancy, collapsed at a bus stop and was taken to the hospital by ambulance. I waited so long to be attended to that I went into shock and blacked out. When I woke up the surgery had been done. Normally a surgery like this is done by laparoscopy which only involves a small incision. Instead, the doctor slit me from one ovary to the other. He had prescribed antibiotics labelled Macrodantin which I had a severe allergic reaction to, similar to the reaction I had in the past from Tetracycline. I was given Macrodantin on another occasion and did not have an allergic reaction to it.

When I went to see him to get another prescription, he told me it wasn’t necessary and then tried to gaslight me by claiming the sex of the tubal pregnancy was a boy and while the tubal pregnancy was on the right side he had written on the medical report that it was on the left side because he could allegedly make more money that way. All of this was sheer nonsense, obviously.

A few months later I went into early menopause.

The doctor from 1993 was the same doctor in 1994. Different hospitals and completely different issues, both of which required different unrelated specialities. He had, what I believe, was an Israeli accent.

Mid-1990s Ottawa.

I tried again to get a diagnosis for the muscle issues from another specialist who concluded that I likely had what she called a rare “frustrated muscle disease”.

Then she called me back and asked me to have a lung x-ray. I did so but received two results from two different lung x-rays, both under my name.

The first one, which was me and was dated the day that I went for my x-ray indicated a problem.

The second one, which wasn’t me since I wasn’t asked to nor did I go for a second x-ray, showed my lungs as clear.

Since I hadn’t heard from her I tried to follow up but was given the run-around.

All x-rays since then show my lungs as clear even though I’ve been a smoker since I was 16 and continue to smoke.

2000 to 2014 Toronto.

Tampering with my food and coffee was a regular occurrence during this period despite my best efforts to avoid it, and it became very aggressive. They went so far as to stalk me to grocery stores and try to replace items like yogurt with their tampered items. I witnessed this happening.

The food was usually tampered with a white powder or slimy white product with a lotion texture or clear gel.

I managed to avoid getting seriously ill by making sure I got antibiotics. During this period, I also discovered that Septra was the most effective and treated all of the issues with the exception of the muscle weakness, loss of tone and swelling.

The suspected Peel Regional Police connection became proven to me when I went to Tim Hortons to buy my morning coffee. A woman who worked for the Peel Regional Police in a clerical position and who I recognized, followed me in, handed a one-inch square white packet with black writing on it to the server and asked her to put it in my coffee. The server refused. The woman identified herself as being with the police and told the server it was okay. The server explained that they were under New Management and the Owner wanted to speak directly to the Police Chief before continuing this practice. I had noted this coffee tampering on numerous occasions and at other Tim Hortons despite regularly changing which one I went to and had on occasion confronted the person but was met with denials. When I switched to other places like McDonalds the same thing occurred after a few visits. The packets contained a white powder.

In 2011, I was poisoned at a Tim Hortons, had to go to Brampton Civic Hospital Emergency where I saw a doctor changing my scan results. The results stated that I had two healthy kidneys. I’m a kidney donor. I had one healthy kidney until the poisoning.

A few years later when I went for tests on my kidney again because my ankles were badly swollen, I never received the results.

A couple of years ago the site where my tests had been done, Life Labs, was the target of a cyber attack. When the company restored the site (presumably from a backup), the previously unavailable results appeared and indicated moderate kidney damage.

Note that Brampton Civic Hospital is a Public / Private Partnership and Tim Horton’s is one of the partners.

I have never, to this day, found out what Police Chief Metcalf was telling people, how he justified this and what the white powder is/was. Nor do I understand why so many people would go along with this criminal assault. It’s illegal for anyone to do this and illegal for a Police Chief to instigate it.

Metcalf was the one that organized a coup against the previous Police Chief, Catney, presumably because Catney wouldn’t authorize these criminal assaults? Just a guess. Evans, Metcalf’s replacement after he retired was no better. She faced corruption charges, and these aggressive food tamperings, stalking, frame-ups and other issues continued under her leadership.

During this period, I had numerous test results that were inconsistent with my symptoms and was subjected to a great deal of gaslighting and harassment by most of the doctors I saw and their staff.

Only one doctor and one ophthalmologist behaved normally. The test results the doctor received were inconsistent with my symptoms so he couldn’t provide treatment. The optometrist ignored the attempts to poison him against me and provided me with good eye care. Both were Muslim.

Since Nish became Police Chief, we have been under pandemic rules and I’ve mostly stayed home so I don’t know whether he’s compromised or not.

2014 to date

I retired in 2013 and started to order groceries online. During this period, the food tampering and attempts (now successful) to block my access to antibiotics, particularly Septra, was the main focus. Numerous methods have been used to do this and numerous people have been recruited to participate.

I’ll elaborate on these methods in my next book.

I have also been unable to get proper dental care during this period. In fact, cleanings and “dental work” have consisted of damaging existing fillings resulting in numerous broken teeth. When I go in to get the broken teeth fixed, the dentists ignore them, concentrate on good fillings and those teeth end up breaking.

Problems with broken teeth can have, and in my case, has had, a huge impact on one’s general health which was likely the point of doing this.

As a result, I’m quite sick, in effect disabled, with no medical support or assistance.

The methods used to incite hatred and recruit professionals, businesses, and workers in Brampton to target/poison me consist mostly of people impersonating me and engaging in telephone and other types of harassment as well as vicious rumor mongering of baseless lies. Bribery is also used to recruit harassers.

The impersonations involve spoofing my phone number, using fake audio recordings and deep fake videos as well as IRL impersonations.

I’ll be providing details of these and other medical abuses in Book 2, of my From the Shadows series: Psychopath Games [in progress].

Note that every single medical intervention in Ontario and some in BC, over a period of 30+ years had a harmful outcome even though the procedures were standard, uncomplicated, and likely performed daily across the country without incident. In the previous 20, the important ones were problematic. 

The fact that my uncle was the founder of CPC (M-L), is something the Reitman’s, Starnes and their cohorts have used against me from the beginning. For years they’ve spread the rumor that I’m a communist because he was. Guilt by association. They used that to incite hatred against me knowing full well that I haven’t been part of those circles since my 20s and even then, it was only for a short period of time. They knew because they were stalking me and invading my privacy constantly. Doug Salomon, Dorothy Reitman’s nephew was my boss at MIJO, when they employed me from 2000 to 2006. He spread that, and other baseless lies to MIJO staff, friends, and in the cyber world from the very first day I started working there.

My older brother maintained a close relationship with my uncle until my uncle died and he was not subjected to this abuse.

Was that because Starnes and the Reitman men were and are weak little men who prefer to go after easy targets and hide behind women to do it?

The reason they went to the extremes they did with me was because they couldn’t control or manipulate me but I doubt that was the reason they targeted me first.

They targeted me, not my brother, when I was 16 and used the full weight of Canada’s RCMP Security Service against me between the ages of 16 and 21.

It wasn’t until later that they had put themselves in a position to control and manipulate other members of my family and did so successfully.

They claim that I deserve to be abused because I’m allegedly an “evil communist/terrorist” while they ally with people who were/are(?) opportunistic members of the Central Committee of CPC (M-L) up until recently, in order to target me.

Both Manny Gitterman and his partner Indira Nunner, who is my cousin, are (or until recently were) Marxist-Leninists. To be clear, I don’t know what relationship either Indira or Manny currently have with CPC (M-L). However, as of the early 2000s, they were still active, so they were involved a lot longer and at a higher level than I ever was.

Yet Manny is/was(?) employed by Joel Reitman in his shady Bridgepoint Medical Research Project and previously worked with/for(?) Jill Reitman at CAMH.

So, I must ask, which is it? Do the Reitman’s hate communists or not? If they hate communists then why are they targeting me, someone who they know isn’t a communist, and wasn’t at the time they targeted me (there was no CPC(M-L) in 1969) instead of my cousin who was a member of the Central Committee of CPC (M-L) for around 20 years, if not longer. Instead, they establish an alliance with her and her partner to target me from within the family.

Why the hypocrisy?

The Bridgepoint web site, until as recently as this year, showed Manny Gitterman as the Manager. Now, the web site has a new url. Manny is removed and his LinkedIn shows him as ending his position there in 2018.

This looks like yet another Reitman cheap gaslighting trick. It’s a cheap technical trick which I’ll explain in my book, but essentially, it makes the site falsely appear as though it was the new site from 2021 in the Internet Archive (see screenshots below).

Organizations don’t leave a person on their web site for FIVE years (or even THREE) when they are no longer employed by them.

Why play these games? What are they trying to hide?

Even if I gave them the benefit of the doubt and assumed it was true that Manny only worked there from 2014 to 2018 and the website was “just a mistake”, what would it change?

Would that make my assessment that the Reitmans, Manny and Indira are collaborators in this hate campaign against me wrong? Of course not. It changes nothing. The connection is what matters, it’s proven, and it is what supports my claim that they’re collaborators.

The only thing the website changes accomplish is that the Reitman’s can claim I’m “crazy” and a “liar” because I’m allegedly wrong about the website which they changed only recently. That’s called gaslighting and apparently Joel Reitman’s wife, Jill, a psychologist, thinks gaslighting is “fun”. So, I’m not even surprised by this turn of events.

Internet Archive Nov. 2021 screenshot:

My screenshot of the website taken on January 11, 2021, is below. It doesn’t appear now in the Internet Archive but was there in the past. Go figure.

Note that Manny is listed and the header is different. THIS is what the site looked like until recently. My original screenshots of the site which included Joel as the founder, and explained in detail the shady research being conducted, were, conveniently for Joel and Manny, deleted from my computer by cybermercenary hackers engaging in an MITM attack.

I checked again today, just before posting this article. The site has changed again now to make the header look like the old one below but without the same content as below and the url no longer forwards to the new url. It’s now pretending to be the old site but contains different content which matches the new site.

I don’t doubt it will change again. Lol. The cheap tricks are obvious.

“What a tangled web you weave, when first you practice to deceive.” Sir Walter Scott

I changed the word “we” to “you”. I have no need to deceive.

The fact that family members would wonder why I was upset by all of this astonishes me. I can only conclude that many of them simply don’t know what I’ve been going through. They’ve been fed a pack of lies for years by the very family members whose responsibility it was to protect and assist me, not throw me under the bus for personal profit.

Meanwhile I’ve remained silent on this aspect of the situation because I didn’t want to be put in a position where I would be perceived as attacking CPC (M-L) and/or communism.

None of this is about CPC (M-L) or communism.

It’s about my persecution at the hands of a rogue agent and his criminal cohorts, multiple generations of Reitmans as well as the political sell outs and opportunists in my own family.

What was the point of the food tampering and medical abuse/neglect? My book will explain that further.

However, consider these facts:

• Cyril and Dorothy Reitman knew Ewan Cameron of MKUltra fame.

• Cameron’s experiments received funding from the Montreal elite in addition to the CIA and Canadian Government.

• During this period, 1958-1962, John Kennett Starnes activities are unaccounted for.

• It was in 1958 that Greta Goede was, in my opinion, framed for the “kidnapping” of Joel Reitman.

• Ewan Cameron played a role in the Greta Goede case and in her imprisonment.

• 1958 was the year the Canadian Government authorized non-consensual medical experimentation on prisoners.

There’s a reason I included the Greta Goede case and my take on it in my first book.

The symptoms of the illness which resulted from the food tampering was always the same: dry red eyes, extreme fatigue and extreme weakness in my upper arms and thighs, a sore throat which disappears quickly, low grade fever which comes and goes, swollen, distended belly, sudden rapid weight gain, fuzzy brain, plus a slight but permanent loss of muscle tone and muscle swelling in my thighs and upper arms which wasn’t resolved by exercise. Each time I got sick I lost a little more muscle tone and the swelling increased. I would also become hypersensitive to Vitamin C, whether in natural or supplement form. In the new millennium they added something that turned my skin a strange color. I also began to suffer from face swelling and hooded eyelids.

The one time I did manage to get a serious evaluation from an Infectious Disease specialist in 1990, he told me my white blood cell count was higher than normal but he wasn’t able to diagnose the illness.

Who would fund this and why? What was to be gained by doing this to me? What was the end goal of making me sick?

"When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth" – Sherlock Holmes

To be continued…When Spies Go Rogue, Part 5: The End Game