MICROWAVE WEAPONRY’S USE ON PEOPLE EXPLAINED BY DR BARRIE TROWER:- POLICE ILLEGAL “TETRA” USE, + Barrie Trower Talks with Victims of Non-Consensual Microwave and EMF Experimentation and Testing [+ TETRA] + The unbelievable life and death of Michael C. Ruppert [R.I.P.]

MICROWAVE WEAPONRY’S USE ON PEOPLE EXPLAINED BY DR BARRIE TROWER

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Published on 5 Dec 2012

This IS a “MUST SEE”!

This powerful video explains the truth regarding Microwave weaponry and other exotic weapons (psychotronic, electromagnetic, Radio Frequency, HAARP, GWEN towers, ELF waves) used by The UNITED STATES & other Nations worldwide, leaving NO DOUBT to all that is being used against unknowing people everywhere. If EVER you sought 1 video that tells it like it really is – THIS IS IT! It ALSO explains WHY the Police State mentality seemingl Worldwide. (TESTRA).

Dr Barrie Trower in a sit down interview tells all to ICAACT. Today many are guilty of the same type sinister crimes many Scientists were hanged for after World War II’s Nuremberg trials. TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION. Well worth time spent to watch + LEARN the Truth.
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In the following video below from Barrie Trower it is explained how, for example, in the USA there is a supercomputer that can record every phone call made [for future use for whatever reason is just one reason], and how smartphones are now made so they can track and listen to its owner even when switched off -  “Edward Snowden Claims GCHQ Has Total Control of Tracking Smartphone Users” https://hacked.com/smurf-suite-edward-snowden-claims-gchq-total-control-tracking-smartphone-users/

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Barrie Trower Talks with Victims of Non-Consensual Microwave and EMF Experimentation and Testing

 Ken Rhoades

Published on 26 Jun 2012

Mr. Barrie Trower takes no money or gifts for his interviews. Sponsored by Kenneth Rhoades of Michigan, two victims of this domestic terrorism, Debra Poulsen and Rose Gapinski (both from Wisconsin), traveled to England from the U.S. to speak with him directly. He invited us into his home and we had a casual, informative and, at times, shocking conversation. One thing we know for sure, we are not alone. This is happening to nearly everyone in the U.S. and around the world. Most are unaware, and to some it feels like torture. I am not asking you to be the judge. There is nothing to judge. This is fact.

Mike Ruppert, the original leader of the 9/11 truth movement, writes that his office was attacked by microwave and/or EMF weapons after he began publishing critiques of the official story of 9/11. The attacks may have contributed to Ruppert’s poor health and distraught frame of mind, which led him to quit the 9/11 truth movement and temporarily flee the USA in 2006.[and commit suicide..see below. The man was a hero..ed.]

Another early 9/11 truth advocate, publisher Byron Belitsos, told me that he and many other 9/11 truth organizers in California were targeted by EMF or microwave weapons during the first years after 9/11. Belitsos says the weapons were wielded by men in plain white vans that would park in front of the victim’s house, and that victims suffered immediate and sometimes extreme health effects including headaches, ringing in the ears, nausea, vomiting, severe depression, dizziness, and loss of consciousness.
Richard Gage, the founder of Architects and Engineers for 9/11 Truth, may have been attacked by the type of EMF or microwave weapon described by Ruppert and Belitsos. In the summer of 2009, in Washington, DC, Gage suddenly suffered vertigo and hearing loss. Activist colleagues who were present suspect some kind of covert attack. Today, Gage still suffers from the after-effects: partial loss of hearing in one ear.

see more: MUST SEE! 1] UK GOVERNMENT+ HIDDEN UHF EMISSIONS ON ITS CITIZENS – 2] MICROWAVE WEAPONRY – A Reality hidden by Propaganda: DR. BARRIE TROWER,+ 3] PROF. MARTIN PALL 

 http://www.butlincat.blogspot.co.uk/2015/04/microwave-weaponry-reality-hidden-by.

must see! playlist of “Dr. Fred Bell on Radionic Transmission Devices” – Part One

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x4pqK0LVqqA&list=PL8BEDA23F522D2A20
       

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Whistleblower Dr. Fred Bell allegedly was murdered 2 days after doing a Jesse Ventura show…
 

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He predicted the End: The unbelievable life and death of Michael C. Ruppert [R.I.P.] 

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After decades of struggle, the notorious doomsayer finally found fame and recognition. Then he shot himself.

By Matt Stroud on July 22, 2014 10:30 am 57Comments

       By the second Sunday of April this year [2014], Michael C. Ruppert was broke. The 63-year-old cop-turned-writer and firebrand gained fame by starring in Collapse, a 2009 documentary in which he predicts society’s destruction. Publicity from the film was great — he went on a countrywide promotional tour — but compensation had fizzled out. By April, he was receiving just a couple hundred dollars per month in royalties to supplement his meager Social Security checks.
In an effort to simplify his life, Ruppert had gradually sold, tossed out, or given away nearly all of his possessions, which included an arsenal of guns, countless books, and government documents. All that remained was a collection of sentimental knickknacks, along with clothes appropriate for a man in his 60s: button-up shirts, dark-colored slacks, a few flannels, a couple of L.L. Bean jackets, and a gray cowboy hat. Everything he owned fit into his burgundy 2000 Lincoln Continental.
For the last eight years, Ruppert had largely lived off the goodwill of friends and followers. When he made public requests for money — either through his weekly podcast, “The Lifeboat Hour,” or in posts to more than 5,000 Facebook followers — he received checks in the mail. When he needed a place to stay, people opened their homes. And it’s no surprise why: to subscribers of his elaborate theories — that the CIA trafficked drugs; that the Bush administration was behind the 9/11 attacks; or that the human race will face extinction by 2030 — Ruppert was a soldier who fought under the banner of truth. In exchange for exposing dark secrets, he was persecuted by authorities and shadowy organizations: he’d received death threats — both explicit and covert, he said — because he knew too much.

So when he made a plea for a place to stay early this year, a follower and friend named Jack Martin in Calistoga, California, offered up a modest trailer. That’s where, on the evening of April 13th, Ruppert committed suicide with a gunshot to the head. According to Ruppert’s friends, his suicide at first seemed sudden and unexpected — a brash decision during a dark moment. But looking back over his life and final days, Ruppert’s suicide resembles a grand finale — the end of a trail he’d been following for decades.
 

An only child, Ruppert’s family had close ties to the military and federal government. His father was a US Air Force pilot during the Second World War and later worked for Martin Marietta — which became Lockheed-Martin — “as a liaison between the CIA, the US Air Force, and Martin for booster programs,” Ruppert wrote in a 2010 online autobiography.

Ruppert interviewed to be a CIA operative during his senior year at UCLA in 1973, he wrote, but turned down the subsequent offer. He became a cop with the Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD) and handled narcotics cases in some of the city’s most dangerous neighborhoods. The hours were long, and the job eventually got to him. He would later write that his work with the LAPD saddled him with “combat fatigue.”

It was during his tenure at the LAPD that Ruppert met a woman named Nordica Theodora “Teddy” D’Orsay. Ruppert later wrote that their 15-month relationship “determined the course of my life….”

Teddy wasn’t a cop, but she and Ruppert met at a Marina del Rey cop bar in 1975. The two became infatuated with one another, and quickly moved in together. Early in their relationship, however, Ruppert became suspicious of Teddy. For a civilian, she was, he thought, a little too knowledgeable about guns and stakeouts and the day-to-day work of officers on a beat. She dropped names of LAPD cops as well as crime bosses and undercover agents.

When Teddy started staying out several nights per week and taking trips to San Francisco and Hawaii, Ruppert’s suspicions mounted. He treated Teddy as though she were a suspect in a crime. He gathered intel. It’s unclear what evidence he compiled, but Ruppert concluded that Teddy had ties to a San Francisco mobster and the shah of Iran. She grew even more distant. Then, in early 1977, she walked out on him.

After she left, Ruppert said, he became the victim of harassment: phone calls with dead silence on the other end; apartment searches while he was out; cars tailing him. He began sleeping with a gun under his pillow.

He became the victim of harassment: phone calls with dead silence on the other end; apartment searches while he was out; cars tailing him. He began sleeping with a gun under his pillow

Ten weeks later, Teddy finally called Ruppert and said that she was in the New Orleans area. Ruppert drove to Louisiana and found her, he later wrote, “equipped with a scrambler phone and night-vision devices, and working from sealed communiqués delivered by Naval and Air Force personnel.” He concluded that “she was involved in something truly ugly” — “arranging for large quantities of weapons to be loaded onto ships leaving for Iran.” She was also working with “associates” of a New Orleans mafia boss bringing “large quantities of heroin into the city.” Ruppert would later say that he and Teddy had even been shot at outside a New Orleans-area bar — retribution, he concluded, for discovering too much about Teddy’s covert actions. Ruppert broke off the relationship and returned home.

When he shared what he’d discovered with LAPD intelligence officers, they “promptly told me that I was crazy,” he wrote. Overwhelmed, he checked himself into a psychiatric hospital for a “much-needed” monthlong rest. Though he was eventually reinstated as an officer, both his reputation and interest in the job vanished. In November 1978, he resigned. In time, Ruppert came to believe that the LAPD was part of a larger narco-trafficking network.

Through the press, Ruppert tried to expose what he’d discovered. In 1981, he made persistent calls to a Los Angeles Herald-Examiner columnist in an effort to expose Teddy’s trafficking network. The columnist ultimately published a two-part series, “The Spy Who Loved Me.” But the series’ findings were, at best, inconclusive. It cited “a retired LAPD intelligence officer, another FBI agent, and [a psychiatrist]” who agreed that Ruppert’s story may have been “what he believes to be the truth,” but that there was scant evidence to prove it. “Each of these three professionals professed both a measure of admiration and a measure of fear of Ruppert,” the series read.

With paltry professional prospects, Ruppert drifted.

. By 1984, he began attending Alcoholics Anonymous meetings and got sober. But he still struggled to find a new career. He told friends that he held a number of disparate jobs: as an amplifier assemblyman, a UPS driver, a gun shop clerk, a manager for a private security firm. In his spare time, he worked as a freelance writer — even landing a 1985 byline in the Los Angeles Times. In 1994, at the age of 43, Ruppert met a 23-year-old woman, Mary, at an AA meeting. The two got married — his first and only marriage — but divorced less than two years later. Distraught and aimless, he told Mary he was suicidal.

Then, Ruppert read a story that would change his life. It was a groundbreaking investigative report — a series of articles connecting the CIA to Nicaraguan drug runners. Published in August 1996 in the San Jose Mercury News, Gary Webb’s three-part series, “Dark Alliance,” provided compelling evidence that drug traffickers peddled cocaine on Los Angeles streets to fund CIA-supported Contras embroiled in a Nicaraguan civil war. The series’ assertions — that CIA officials aligned themselves with criminals and “helped spark a crack explosion in urban America” — inspired protests in black communities nationwide.

He worked at a 7-Eleven, but was fired on his first day for selling alcohol to a minor. He declared bankruptcy and moved in with his parents. He developed a drinking problem

“Dark Alliance” drew harsh criticism for overreaching in its conclusions from several national outlets, including the New York Times. But that mattered little to Ruppert. In his eyes, Webb provided credible evidence that the CIA was involved in drug trafficking: “Dark Alliance” legitimized his accusations against Teddy, the CIA, and the LAPD.

The uproar over “Dark Alliance” was also an opportunity for Ruppert to have his suspicions heard. In November 1996, CIA director John M. Deutch agreed to address the allegations in Webb’s series during a town hall meeting at a high school in South Los Angeles. The interaction was broadcast by C-SPAN, and Ruppert seized the opportunity to step into the spotlight.

“I am a former Los Angeles police narcotics detective, and I worked South-Central Los Angeles,” Ruppert said into a microphone during the Q&A session in front of the jam-packed, audibly agitated, mostly African-American crowd. In the video — now legendary among Ruppert’s fans — Ruppert looks like a high-school social studies teacher, with combed-over gray hair, a manicured mustache, and wire-rimmed glasses. “I will tell you, Director Deutch,” Ruppert said, “emphatically and without equivocation that the agency has dealt drugs throughout this country for a long time.”

“That’s what I did 18 years ago, and I got shot at for it.”

The audience erupted. When the din subsided, Deutch suggested that Ruppert report his findings to the authorities. “That’s what I did 18 years ago, and I got shot at for it,” Ruppert said, referencing the alleged shooting incident with Teddy outside a New Orleans-area bar.

The crowd jeered Deutch. Ruppert looked on with a satisfied grin. In a matter of minutes, he had become a heroic figure battling the CIA, willing to stare down authority.

News of the confrontation spread, and Ruppert capitalized on the publicity. He started a muckraking, conspiratorial newsletter called From The Wilderness (FTW) that would eventually boast more than 22,000 subscribers. FTW reported on stories many mainstream news organizations overlooked. The organization dug deeper into CIA activities, reported Osama bin Laden’s ties with the American government in 1998, and broke a national story showing that then-Texas Governor George W. Bush routinely flew in an airplane once owned by drug smuggler Barry Seal. FTW obsessed over questionable government activities. This obsession led FTW to its biggest and most controversial story: the Bush administration’s involvement in the attacks of September 11th, 2001.

“As I watched the second plane strike the World Trade Center on September 11th, every part of me reacted,” Ruppert would later write. Within hours of the attacks, Ruppert was on a radio show insinuating that 9/11 was an inside job. He became a forefather of the 9/11 Truth Movement — a loose contingent of activists speculating about the actual motives of the attackers and the government that day.

Ruppert mined websites, newspapers, and court records for evidence suggesting the Bush administration’s collusion in 9/11. The outcome was FTW’s defining article, “Oh Lucy! — You Gotta Lotta ‘Splainin To Do,” an ongoing list of facts compiled from news stories, press conferences, and other disclosures. In Ruppert’s estimation, the piece “establishes CIA foreknowledge … and strongly suggests that there was criminal complicity on the part of the US government.” The list led Ruppert to publish his first book, 2004’s Crossing the Rubicon: The Decline of the American Empire at the End of the Age of Oil.

“The US government had deliberately leaked the information to the al-Qaeda ‘hijackers’ so that the attacks could be carried out effectively.” 

At nearly 600 pages, not including endnotes and appendixes, Crossing the Rubicon is not a breezy read. But its core premise is fairly straightforward: the amount of oil available for human consumption peaked in the mid-’60s and has been quickly declining ever since (a concept known as “peak oil”). In order to reach the world’s precious remaining reserves, the US government was willing to perpetrate unthinkable acts.

According to Ruppert, then-Vice President Dick Cheney ignored warnings that hijacked planes might be used for terrorism in the US’ northeast corridor in the months leading up to September 11th. In May of that year, Cheney sent fighter planes from military bases in the northeastern US to Alaska. Ruppert concluded that the move was a calculated effort to leave the northeastern US vulnerable. Then, “the US government had deliberately leaked the information to the al-Qaeda ‘hijackers’ so that the attacks could be carried out effectively,” Ruppert wrote. The ultimate goal: to start a war and secure unfettered access to Middle East oil.

Ruppert’s conclusions about 9/11 struck a nerve. His star rose, and FTW grew. Crossing the Rubicon became a cult hit. Ruppert was asked to give lectures all over the world, he said. By 2006, FTW supported Ruppert and a small staff in an office in Ashland, Oregon through sales of DVDs, donations, and an increasing number of subscriptions.

Ruppert and a fellow staffer work in the From The Wilderness offices in Ashland, Oregon.

But soon thereafter, FTW imploded. The organization’s offices were vandalized in June 2006. Ruppert initially told readers the break-in was “the work of an organized meth ring that I prevented from infiltrating my business.” Later, the implications became more sinister. Ruppert suggested the meth ring was connected to the CIA. Either way, Ruppert told staff, friends, and readers, his life was in danger. In July 2006, he fled to Caracas, Venezuela, where he planned to report about life under Venezuelan president Hugo Chávez Frias.
But he likely had more sordid reasons for fleeing. In the months prior to his departure, Ruppert had grown fond of a new female hire — according to court records, Ruppert “said he was ‘in love’ with [the female staffer] and told her he was willing to have a ‘sexual relationship … if that’s what she wanted.’” The staffer wasn’t interested. Rather, she “felt shocked and scared” by his advances. After Ruppert fired her in June 2006, she filed a sexual harassment lawsuit against FTW. Among the allegations:

One evening in mid-May when Complainant [the female staffer] and Ruppert were alone in the office, Ruppert began complaining that he had a story he needed to get out, that he needed to free himself, and that it would be great if he could just run around the office naked for a minute to get out his “writer’s block.” Shortly afterward, Complainant was typing at her desk and Ruppert came to her open door, standing in his underwear in a “wide legged stance” with a “big smile.”

Before he left for Venezuela, Ruppert made allegations to anyone who would listen — including a reporter at a local newspaper in Ashland — that the staffer was a “sexual smorgasbord who engaged in sexual blackmail” and that it was actually she who had burglarized FTW’s offices. He also accused her of “being a meth addict and facilitating the use of [his] office to smuggle meth.” None of these assertions were ever supported by police findings. A judge fined FTW $125,000 in damages in the case. But by the time that decision was reached in 2009, FTW had long ago ceased operations. The fine remains unpaid.

Carolyn Baker, a frequent guest on Ruppert’s podcast “The Lifeboat Hour” and now the show’s host, shared many of Ruppert’s fundamental beliefs. But Baker told me she also noticed Ruppert’s pattern of fleeing difficult situations. “My thought was, ‘Why can’t you just put on your big-boy pants, and run a company?’” she told me on a Skype call last month. “He couldn’t run From The Wilderness — he had to leave. And who knows if his life was in danger? … My conclusion was that he couldn’t deal with conflict,” Baker said. “Whenever things got really hot in terms of conflict for Mike, he was like, ‘I’m out of here.’”

Gary Webb’s investigative series, “Dark Alliance,” gave Ruppert an opportunity to have his suspicions about the CIA heard.

After four months in Venezuela, Ruppert fled there, too. He said he had been poisoned — perhaps at the hands of government operatives. That may have been true (his friends told me he emerged from Venezuela very sick; Ruppert’s lawyer, Wes Miller, described him as “a total f–king mess”). But Baker offered an alternative explanation: after asking her and another colleague to take over FTW — and granting them access to more than $20,000 in the company’s bank account — Ruppert squandered the entire reserve. “He was out of money,” Baker told me. “He was like a sieve with money.”
Jenna Orkin, an FTW contributor, housed Ruppert in her Brooklyn home upon his arrival in late 2006. They became lovers, and Orkin helped Ruppert through psychiatric treatments at Bellevue Hospital in Manhattan for depression and suicidal thoughts. Orkin told me over the phone that Ruppert was adept at what she called “public relations” — bending stories to his interpretation of reality. Oftentimes, that interpretation didn’t conform with the real world.
Gary Webb — the journalist behind “Dark Alliance,” the series that proved so pivotal in Ruppert’s evolution — said as much in an interview with the Boston Globe in 2003: “Mike is a real conundrum. I think he’s a sincere guy, concerned about the right things, and he was quite supportive of my efforts to expose the interplay between the CIA and drug traffickers. But he’s also written stories expounding a theory about the genesis of my Mercury News series that were, quite frankly, ridiculous.”
The US Department of Justice had long ago come to a similar conclusion. After Ruppert’s public appearance at the town hall meeting with the director of the CIA, it sent investigators to meet with Ruppert and dig into his accusations about Teddy, the CIA, and the LAPD. The investigators concluded that “while Ruppert communicates his allegations fervently, they have no firm anchor in reality.“

It wasn’t long after FTW’s closure and Ruppert’s sojourn to Venezuela that director Chris Smith — the man behind documentaries American Movie and The Yes Men — contacted Ruppert to be interviewed for a film. The subject was supposed to be the CIA’s connections to drug smuggling, Smith told Indiewire. But Ruppert didn’t want to talk about the CIA. Instead, he wanted to talk about peak oil, and its critical implications for the future.
Ruppert told Smith he’d become convinced that the places we live, the cars we drive, the products we buy, the food we consume — the habits that shape industrial human civilization — were leading to our demise. Smith was intrigued. The resulting interviews in late March and early April 2009 became Collapse, a dark, ominous documentary. The film compiled some of the most intriguing facts Ruppert had amassed during his career, along with some of his most dire predictions. Among them: the imminent end of human industrial civilization. Ruppert made “Michael Moore sound like Mr. Rogers,” said one reviewer.
Collapse was well-received and brought Ruppert’s face and message to a wider audience. With his newfound notoriety, Ruppert and a few colleagues built CollapseNET— a reboot of FTW that focused squarely on peak oil and the end of human industrial civilization.

 “He was a sweetheart. He seemed so angry and mean. But that wasn’t him at all. It was hilarious to me.”But again, Ruppert lost his footing. In 2012, he moved to Crestone, Colorado and divested from CollapseNET — a move driven by financial struggles, as well as his belief that “multiple ‘systemic’ failures in human civilization … cannot possibly be reversed in this world as it currently operates and approaches crises.” By 2014, he had divested from pretty much everything else, too. Wes Miller — a lawyer and friend who represented Ruppert following the FTW sex harassment debacle, and then helped build CollapseNET — said the onetime hellraiser “didn’t want to fight anymore. He just wanted to do his thing, work on songwriting, and move on to a different life.”
Ruppert started doing more with his band, a downtempo acoustic rock outfit called the New White Trash, and began studying Native American and indigenous teachings. He adopted the name “Tracker of Truth.” Ruppert believed that by divesting from oil and eschewing environmentally harmful practices, humans could forestall extinction. He also spoke publicly about his belief that extraterrestrials were in communication with humans on Earth. Despite his gritted teeth and impassioned declarations about the end of human civilization by 2030 in Apocalypse, Man — the 2014 Vice documentary about him — Ruppert was shaking off his angry persona and settling into a kind of retirement.
“When I watch Apocalypse, Man, I just kinda laugh,” says Jessy Re, Ruppert’s girlfriend at the end of his life. “I was there when he was filming it. And I just remember giggling a little bit because it’s like he was putting on a face — like, his game face. He wasn’t really like that. He was a sweetheart. He seemed so angry and mean. But that wasn’t him at all. It was hilarious to me.”
Re told me that she and Ruppert met while she was working as a bartender in Crestone, Colorado in July 2012. Their relationship began slowly, but they spoke on the phone daily and eventually became lovers. One day in February of this year, Ruppert told Re that he had to leave Colorado; the Rocky Mountain winter, he said, was kicking his ass.

So Ruppert put a call out to his friends and thousands of Facebook followers. Jack Martin, a serial entrepreneur and self-described doomsday prepper, responded: his 1955 Spartan Royal Mansion — a classic, metallic silver camper — sat uninhabited on a rectangular, 2.5-acre property near the northern Napa Valley town of Calistoga. The trailer was humble, but it was Napa — surrounded by wineries, miles of open grassland, and the peaks of the Mayacamas Mountains. Ruppert accepted. Re intended to follow him there as soon as she could.
Ruppert arrived in February with his dog, Rags. A manicured garden and greenhouse sat on the property; Martin and his son grew and sold heirloom tomatoes and watermelons and peppers to local restaurants. They also heeded Ruppert’s warnings about the end of industrial civilization, developing the skills and means to grow their own food and fix their own machines.
Ruppert seemed inspired living on Martin’s land. During his two months there, he roamed the property: a flat plot with a long, dirt driveway, stocked at its southeast end with tractors and old cars and a 6,000 square foot warehouse where a blacksmith and three other tradesman rented space. On his walks, Ruppert smoked Natural American Spirit cigarettes and chatted with whoever crossed his path. The Martins and their friends became his friends. Photographs from Calistoga show Ruppert standing amid Napa Valley greenery, his face and arms reddened by the Northern California sun, his trimmed gray mustache and soul patch surrounding a smile.
But inside, Ruppert battled depression. It sometimes emerged in conversation. And it certainly emerged in his final podcast.

Just as he had every Sunday evening at 6PM for years, Ruppert sat at his desk on April 13th and began recording “The Lifeboat Hour.” “Hello everybody, from that nightclub at the end of the world,” he said over music from the New White Trash. After introducing Carolyn Baker, a regular guest, and lamenting yet another environmental disaster in the news, Ruppert got personal.
A week earlier, a production company filming a presentation for the channel H2 flew Ruppert to the Seattle area for on-camera interviews. Ruppert thought the opportunity would be perfect — a means to re-legitimize himself in the mainstream five years after Collapse. Instead, he was disappointed. The first-class treatment, the attention, and the people he encountered made him feel hollow. “It was a daunting experience,” he told his podcast listeners — like “I was in the Matrix.” Everyone he encountered was “going through the motions of what they do in their life.”
“There’s a leadenness out there in the world right now that weighs on us like a blanket.”In the airport, waiting for his flight home, “I didn’t see a smile anywhere,” he said. “Everybody looked gray, they looked dead, they looked like robots, like they were going through motions…. My perception was that the reality of the collapse of human industrial civilization — or the reality of their reality — is disintegrating in front of everybody.” Later, he said, “There’s a leadenness out there in the world right now that weighs on us like a blanket.”
At 7PM, Ruppert said goodbye to his guests, completing “The Lifeboat Hour.” He spent some time on Facebook. He “liked” a shared post from a friend. A guest on his podcast wrote, “Michael, thank you for your show tonight, friend. Thank you. Your light illuminates the night sky.” He liked that, too. For a half-hour, he sat at the computer; the monitor’s glow shining through the trailer windows as the sun set. Re, who had been living with him since April, was on a road trip in Oregon. Martin and his son were away. Soon, the blacksmith who rented a garage on the property got into his truck and drove off down Martin’s bumpy dirt driveway. By 7:30, Ruppert was alone.
At 7:34 PM, in a Facebook post to his friends and followers, Ruppert wrote: “The Truth awaits just on the other side of the ever dissolving veil where all the screaming and the mess is going on.” A minute later, he sent an email to close friends. “This is my final offering,” he wrote. “I do it for the children so that they might live.”
At 7:45, Ruppert sent an email to Martin. The subject: “Come back to the property right now — urgent.” The email began, “Call the sheriff before you come.” It ended: “Best not to go to the blue and white GMC unless the sheriffs are with you.”
Ruppert walked to the trailer closet and retrieved the only gun he’d brought with him to Calistoga — a .45 caliber GLOCK G30 Subcompact Pistol. Ruppert used clear packing tape to hang instructive notes — “LET THE SHERIFF GO IN FIRST! DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING” — next to the mobile home’s entrance. He stepped out of the trailer and walked about a hundred feet toward the GMC truck. He stood in front of it, with his back to the truck and the mountains. He placed the barrel of the gun to his right temple. A shot rang out in the valley.
 

Apart from private emails he sent to friends and Jessy Re, and his final Facebook post, Ruppert wrote a suicide note and taped it next to the door of Martin’s trailer. Written in upper-case block lettering, the note read:

A FINAL OFFERING OF FLESH
FOR THE CHILDREN
ABOUT ALL I HAVE LEFT
TO GIVE
MAY IT RELEASE LOVE + LIGHT
INTO A WORLD DYING
IN DARKNESS
 

He signed it “Tracker of Truth,” before adding a last line, written in lowercase letters, seemingly an afterthought: “There is no more time.”
Ruppert’s suicide notes were designed to make it clear that he’d committed suicide and not been killed by CIA operatives or anyone else. Though a few online conspiracy theorists initially speculated that he’d been assassinated, those rumors soon evaporated.
Ruppert’s friends dismiss the notion that he killed himself as “a final offering of flesh” in preparation for end times. Instead, they told me that suicide was a preoccupation for Ruppert — an impulse that emerged whenever prospects seemed bleak. Cheri Roberts, a Ruppert acquaintance and independent journalist who investigated his suicide before anyone else, said that he saw a kind of dark dignity in suicide; he harbored “suicidal ideations,” she wrote. In 2004, when Gary Webb — the author of the “Dark Alliance” series — was found dead with two gunshot wounds in his head, Ruppert went to Webb’s home in Sacramento to investigate and then dispel rumors that Webb had been killed by CIA operatives. Ruppert kept a photograph of the deceased journalist hung on the wall of his FTW office.
“There is no more time.”Ruppert talked of suicide so frequently, in fact, that some of the people closest to him dismissed the comments as meaningless. When Ruppert’s ex-wife, Mary — who asked that her last name be withheld from this story — asked Ruppert to sign divorce papers in 1996, Ruppert told her that the mere thought of divorcing her made him want to kill himself. “I just didn’t believe he was serious,” Mary told me. “I thought he was trying to manipulate me. So I told him, ‘Sign the papers first.’”
The thought of Ruppert actually carrying out his own suicide still baffles her. She remembers him as driven toward exposing government corruption and obsessing over his work. But she never took his more recent end-of-the-world doomsaying very seriously. “I thought it was his schtick,” she told me. “I thought it was something he did for the cameras.”

Ruppert shot himself in front of this blue GMC truck on Jack Martin’s property just outside the Napa Valley town of Calistoga, California.

Wes Miller, Ruppert’s lawyer, casts aside suggestions that Ruppert was bipolar, or that his mental illness, coupled with his decision to start drinking again, might’ve pushed him to suicide. But many of Ruppert’s friends are more open to those ideas. “I never confronted him with one of the main aspects of his emotional turmoil,” Carolyn Baker told me, “which was that he left AA in 2004 and told people that his sponsor told him that he was so advanced that he didn’t need to go to meetings anymore.” She continued: “Anyone who confronted him about that was pretty much cut out of his life.”
Doug Lewis, Ruppert’s close friend, Colorado roommate, and bandmate in New White Trash, declined to be interviewed for this story. But Baker told me: “About two weeks before Mike left Colorado to come out to California [in February], Doug confronted him and said, ‘Mike you’re an alcoholic.’ And Mike grabbed Doug by the collar and slammed him against the wall and cursed him out. A week later, [Ruppert] gave notice that ‘I’m leaving.’”
By the end, Ruppert had gone into “full-blown psychosis,” the journalist Cheri Roberts told me. He wanted to take his own life, decided he was going to do it, and “he wasn’t going to let anyone argue with him about it.”
Ruppert’s cousin, Sherry Colliton, came to similar conclusions. When he began selling off his possessions in 2012, he told her he was purging himself of unnecessary baggage. But Colliton now believes he was making final plans. Ruppert moved at least five times between 2006 and his last days in Calistoga. In each new place, with each new roommate or landlord, he set up a revised will, and named a new executor to that will.
He wanted to take his own life, decided he was going to do it, and “he wasn’t going to let anyone argue with him about it.”In Calistoga, Jack Martin became Ruppert’s final executor. But Jesse Re, his girlfriend at the end, was the person he was closest to.
Last month, I met Re in the South Portland, Oregon suburb of Lake Oswego, where she’s staying in a bunkhouse behind the rental property where Wes Miller, his wife, and their two kids reside. Calm and thoughtful, Re smiles often and frequently punctuates her sentences with laughter. She now cares for Ruppert’s dog, Rags, and is still unabashedly in love with the man: she told me they were “soulmates” and “meant to be together.” Ruppert, she told me, inspired her to try anything, to think about things in new ways. (Though she has no background in journalism, she and Wes Miller are attempting to revitalize CollapseNET as TrackerOfTruth.com, with Re as the site’s star and lead reporter.) That’s why she was willing to uproot her life in Colorado to live with Ruppert in Calistoga merely two weeks before he killed himself.
Ruppert didn’t seem suicidal to Re; he didn’t seem like a doomsayer. On the contrary, she described him as “deeply spiritual” — a “fun and cool” person to be with. Maybe she saw Ruppert the way he wanted to be seen at the very end — not as a warrior, but as a man who had settled his scores; a man who had served his purpose and had found a reason to live and love.
But on April 11th, two days before his suicide, Ruppert pulled Re aside for a private conversation at the picnic table near the Calistoga mobile home where they stayed.
“He said, ‘I gotta come clean with you about something,’” she remembered. “He told me he was terrified of the state of the world and that he felt like all kinds of people were coming to him for answers and that he didn’t have any. And that he just wanted to let me know where his head was at. Then we talked a little bit more. He talked about near-term extinction and that he felt like things were not headed in a happy direction. He was like, ‘What’s the point?’
“When he said that to me, I told him it reminded me of this line from a Bob Dylan song” — that he not busy being born is busy dying. “Wouldn’t it suck if all 7 billion of us had to go out as though we’d never even been born?
“Later, we sat there and said a prayer together. He told me, ‘I feel a lot better. I’m glad we talked.’ I think back on that, and I think, ‘Maybe he still had hope.’ But that’s not what he was telling me. What he was telling me was that he was done. He was leaving forever. He was just letting me know in that moment that he didn’t have hope.”
Illustration by Sam Green

source: http://www.theverge.com/2014/7/22/5881501/the-unbelievable-life-and-death-of-michael-c-ruppert 

[from my blog: https://www.butlincatsblog.com/2015/10/microwave-weaponrys-use-on-people.html?spref=fb&fbclid=IwAR2vppqOM8LuxpkDZ2kXMnC_TOwptiBjuuhBb-G1orPPruVtJT-x74tDn_E ]