When shame changes sides

...and victims become heroes

I recently read in the news the outrageous story of Dominique Pelicot, a man that for almost ten years crushed sleeping pills into the food and drink that his wife of fifty years, Gisele, who unknowingly ingested them and would go into a deep sleep. He would then rape her.

It did not stop there. He ushered dozens of men into their home to film them raping her as well. At least fifty men are accused of raping his wife at his behest. You can read the full story and how he got caught here.

When police showed the victim some of the photographs they say her husband had carefully classified and stored, she expressed deep shock. She and her husband had been together since they were 18. She had no memory of being raped, by him or the other men, only one of whom she recognised, she told police, as a neighbour in town.

The first time she will consciously witness the rapes will be in the courtroom when the video recordings are played as evidence.

Like her, many targeted individuals have been drugged, raped and filmed without our knowledge or consent.

The victim courageously told the French media that she wanted to show “that shame must change sides”.

For many reasons, the phrase rang close to my core. This post is about one of the many reasons for this.

Finding meaning in suffering

Ms. Pelicot fought in court to have the video evidence of her rapes open to the public. For her, the harm was already done. However, she insisted on showing the world the abuse perpetrated on her to prevent potential victims from having to suffer what she has gone through.

Her attorney Antoine Camus explained:

"[The videos] show that these were opportunistic rapes and, beyond that, it was a question of degrading, humiliating, and sullying, it was in reality a question of hatred of women…No one (among the defendants) denounced what was happening, each contributed in their own small way to this banality of rape, to this banality of evil."

Sounds familiar?

JUST LIKE MS. PELICOT, I DECIDED TO SHARE THIS STORY TO PREVENT OTHERS FROM UNDERGOING MY SUFFERING.

Oblivious to the fact that I was a Targeted Individual, and after losing over 70 pounds after the birth of my son, in the year 2005 I underwent a cosmetic surgery. I retained an experienced surgeon, Dr. Enrique Pasarell, for the job. He seemed talented and honest. During the course of 15 years thereafter, I underwent three other surgeries with him - even though one of them was to correct a contracture that transpired with a prior one.

I was happy with the results.

This was me in 2019.

Then, on January 16, 2020, I underwent a fourth surgery with the same doctor for the replacement of the breast implant that had undergone six weeks of radiation in 2016. Confident of the skills he had displayed before, I went to to the same surgeon again.

I never suspected that he would meticulously and irremediably maim and harm me.

The picture below is only a fraction of what he did to me when he slashed my breast in half.

Side view of right breast, Feb. 2, 2020

Upon seeing this picture, a reputable surgeon whom I consulted months later in desperation, uttered quietly under his breath, as if thinking out loud:

“Why…did he do this?”

Weeks after the surgery, the saline implant Dr. Pasarell placed in my right breast conveniently deflated, making one breast half the size of the other.

To this day, it is painful to look at my mutilated breasts.

For months after the surgery, I tried to find a surgeon that would reconstruct me. No one wanted to touch me with a ten-foot pole. The MRIs showed a myriad of medical devices throughout the breast area that the radiologists consistently “overlooked” mentioning.

My cousin’s physician husband who knew more than he was willing to admit, pontificated to me: “You are radioactive. No one will touch you.”

None of the surgeons I consulted accepted to help me before the tolling of the 1-year statute of limitations to sue for medical malpractice.

On December, 2020, I filed a lawsuit against the man that butchered my breasts. Since I could not find an expert witness willing to take him down, I had to file for voluntary dismissal of the complaint on May 6, 2021.

Immediately after the dismissal, the criminals spiked their organized stalking and harassment campaign against me. After July 2, 2021, it became unbearable.

I knew that something very eerie was going on, but I did not know what.

Towards the end of July, 2021, someone told me over the phone that for more than two decades I had been a targeted individual. “Look it up” she said, hanging up on me.

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On September, 2021, I filed an ethics complaint against Dr. Pasarell before the Puerto Rico Medical Licensing Board. A man like him should not be allowed to operate on anyone ever again, I argued, pleading to have his medical license revoked.

When I projected the photographs of my breasts during the board’s hearing, its members and staff displayed shock and embarassment.

Three years later, the Medical Licensing Board has not adjudicated the complaint against Pasarell, despite the overwhelming evidence of the physical mutilation and internal imaging I provided them. Neither has the American Board of Plastic Surgeons to whom I sent a copy of the complaint I filed with the Licensing Board.

They have relinquished their duty to protect patients’ safety and health, refusing to adjudicate a victim’s complaint against a member of their posse.

The collusion of many has allowed Dr. Pasarell to continue operating on defenseless victims that may unnecessarily undergo a similar travesty as mine.

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Whether out of mind control or for profit, Dr. Pasarell destroyed more than my body. He obliterated the temple that I so carefully took care of, turning it into a remnant of what it once was.

Although Pasarell dessimated my physical self-esteem, the consequences of his aggression have bolstered my personal and spiritual growth. I am now in the privileged position that I never fathomed I would live through: fighting the bad guys while helping many.

Shame must change sides

Just like the French lady victim of her former husband’s sociopathy, I am not embarrassed about my looks. I feel no shame of what is left of the body that I once had because I did not do it to myself. It was perpetrated against me while under the effects of anesthesia, after entrusting my life to a man that should not be allowed to so much as touch a woman.

It is Enrique Pasarell who should be ashamed…

Ashamed that he betrayed the trust of a patient. Ashamed that he disregarded his Hippocrates Oath. Ashamed that he will go down in history as the man that mutilated a generous, extraordinary woman that sought to make this a better world. Ashamed that everyone in Puerto Rico will know what a rotten person he is to do this to an unsuspecting victim that entrusted her life to him.

The government criminals that have colluded to drug and rape us while destroying our physical appearance and organs as part of “The Program”, will also be shamed one day. They will be exposed, accused, and removed from society to spend the rest of their days thinking about the atrocious harm they perpetrated on innocent victims.

Our testimonies must serve to prevent such cruelty from repeating itself again.

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As a Targeted Individual, you may have lost health, energy, and beauty from the brutal microwave attacks and sleep deprivation that the criminals have put you through.

Yet, having survived such torture has made you able to master lessons that for years prior to becoming targeted, you may have yearned to learn and found too difficult to assimilate.

One such lesson is contained in St. Exupery’s Little Prince who taught us that:

“One does not see but with the heart. What is essential is invisible to the eyes.”

Not even the Little Prince would be able to see past the destruction of my body. I myself cannot bear the sadness that looking at my breasts brings about.

The day will come when I get to erase the tracks that the human hyenas that viciously preyed on it left behind.

Time to confess and repent

After getting caught, Mr. Pelicot admitted his crimes. He is not fighting justice.

I do not expect Pasarell to admit why he did what he did to me, and who set him up to it.

The medical devices secretly implanted within my body throughout the course of various surgeries under his care and that of other surgeons, are in a furious race to disable me. They perpetrate continuous, uninterrupted acts of violence against my organs.

Someone needs to blow the whistle on what transpired in the seven hours that Dr. Pasarell kept me in that operating room at the Guaynabo Professional Hospital on January 16, 2020.

Nurses, receptionists, doctors, acquaintances: they know what transpired there. Many more beyond that hospital also know, including former “friends” and family. However, until now, they have keep quiet, protecting those that maliciously desecrated my body that heinous day.

Be a hero: speak up!

I need to continue living until, alongside Targeted Justice and its members, we accomplish the goal of shutting down the criminal Unacknowledged Special Access Targeted Individual Program through which government criminals torture, maim, and kill innocent Americans and civilians around the world.

I specifically need to discover what exactly was placed inside of me, and how to shut it down.

Your craftiness in reaching out to me can surpass their stupidity.

Practice courage. It eventually becomes an addictive, righteous habit.