Australia's Darkest Secrets: Ritual Abuse, Mind-Control and Gang-Stalking Exposed By Andrew Seefeldt Cover art and design by Andrew Seefeldt Copyright 2015 "The wicked haven't won a blessed thing while there's one good man to bear witness to their crimes." --In Secret Service by Mitch Silver. My name is Andrew Seefeldt, I was born on the 29th of November, 1989 and have lived most of my life in Eden, New South Wales, Australia. This is my story. Andrew Seefeldt A soldier for the Resistance TABLE OF CONTENTS TABLE OF CONTENTS TEEN BOMBERS CYBERPUNK THE MAIL-ORDER MACHINE GUN HIGH TIMES DRUG COOKERY IT BEGINS THE DEATH OF TOM BUCKLAND IT WAS MURDER OTHER POSSIBLE WITNESSES EVENTS OF 21ST OCTOBER 2012 THE BEGA MENTAL HEALTH UNIT AFTERMATH DIARY OF A TARGETED INDIVIDUAL PART I ON THE RUN CANBERRA MENTAL HEALTH UNIT MAXIMUM SECURITY DIARY OF A TARGETED INDIVIDUAL PART II HARASSMENT, INTIMIDATION & STALKING TACTICS GANG-STALKING: AN OVERVIEW TELSTRA PREPAID 0438040636 NOISE HARASSMENT THE HACKERS THE STALKER CARS THE HUM THE ELECTRONIC ONSLAUGHT ELECTRONIC WEAPONS THE DREAM MANIPULATION WEAPON TARGETED INDIVIDUALS IN THE HEADLINES GROWING UP RITUAL ABUSE, OCCULTISM AND MIND-CONTROL CONCLUSION LINKS, RESOURCES & FURTHER READING TEEN BOMBERS I remember when I was in primary school, perhaps kindergarten, a visitor to the school performed a science demonstration which involved igniting a balloon full of hydrogen gas with a candle on a stick. When she said there would be an explosion, I was terrified and retreated to the rear of the hall behind all the other kids. Who would have thought I would turn out the way I became as a teenager? My earliest attempts at causing explosions was when I was 11 or so and I would mix things like table salt and charcoal and try to deflagrate it with a lighter. Even before that as a young child I remember stuffing toilet paper tubes with pine needles, drawing "TNT" on them and setting them on fire to watch them burn. I remember I would like to scare my cat with butane fireballs and singe her fur with a lighter. I remember as a kid I would terrorise my younger brother with party-poppers. When I was about 12 I rolled a cardboard tube from a strip of paper and glue made from flour, and I filled it with a mixture of match head powder and scraped red phosphous from the striker pad of the matchbox, which created a crude form of Armstrong's Mix. I used a sparkler for a fuse, lit it in the backyard and it exploded with a loud report. I ran inside excited and exclaimed, "Mum, it was louder than a party- popper!" I was over the moon with my first success. I mangled a few soup cans with these crackers, they were significantly more powerful than commercial firecrackers. When I was about 13 I ground up some of this Armstrong's Mix with the end of a dowel while making a salute (firecracker) and it accidentally ignited in my face due to the friction, burning my hand. At around age 13 in addition to Armstrong's Mix salutes I also experimented with some not-so-spectacular bottle-rocket type devices and crude fountains and mines (pyrotechnic mines, not military). The rockets I made out of matchhead powder had either the nozzles blow out (shooting ten metres and landing next door) or when they functioned correctly, took off shakily reaching only one or two metres. In Year 8 I lit fires in the school bathroom with turpentine/polystyrene "napalm" which destroyed the toilet seat and soap dispenser. My interest in explosives could have stemmed from being a member of a website called TOTSE.com since I was about 13, an online community which discussed counter-culture, crime, drugs and explosives. Although, I think I was interested in explosives before I found TOTSE.com, and using Google to find information about explosives is what lead me to TOTSE.com in the first place. After a break from my early chemistry attempts to work on computer programming in my free time, I returned to pyrotechnics at about age 16. After reading decades-old home chemistry texts I begged my mother to ask the pharmacy if they had "Condy's crystals" or "Saltpetre", which was pretty laughable. I tried to make saltpetre by filtering water through dirt from our chicken coop because I read that bird feces turned into nitrates (which is true), but it didn't work. Then I discovered from a post on a chemistry website that the chimney cleaning product Kilsoot contained sodium nitrate, so I either bought or stole a packet, separated out the hydrophobic yellow substance it was mixed with to get a sodium nitrate solution, evaporated it and mixed it with sugar and it deflagrated with hissing, smoke and flame when ignited. Kilsoot was my Holy Grail. The local hardware stores started keeping Kilsoot at the front counter because I would keep stealing it. Around this time I met two online friends (who I'll call B. and M.) B. was from Somersby, NSW and M. was from Sanctuary Point, NSW. I don't remember how I met B., but I met M. on the mushroom website The Shroomery, when he recognised my username from TOTSE.com. M. also recognised me from a website called Rogue Science (Roguesci), a message board dedicated to the manufacture and practical use of explosives and other weapons. One of the teachers at my school came up to me once and said jokingly that I'll get in trouble "like that boy from Sanuctuary Point" for making bombs (at this time rumours were circulating about me blowing stuff up). The teacher mentioned M. soon before I met him online, and by the time I met M. he had been on the news twice accused of causing 60 local explosions. Here are the news reports about M.: http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/breaking-news/sanctuary-point-teenager-charged-over-bomb- plot/story-fn3dxity-1225772314307 http://www.smh.com.au/news/national/boy-15-charged-with-manufacturing- explosives/2007/08/09/1186530479338.html) When I was 16 I attempted to produce an oxidising agent known as potassium chlorate via electrolysis when I but I never isolated any. I also tried to make chlorates from hypochlorite (bleach), but that didn't work out either. I finally found an oxidiser called potassium permanganate at the pharmacy. At age 16 I made flash powder from some potassium permangnate and some shaved magnesium ribbon I obtained by tricking the laboratory technician at school, and brought the powder to school. The boys I gave some to ignited it in an empty classroom and told me how they frantically tried to get rid of the smoke. My first high order detonation was when I was 16 or 17 and was several grams of acetone peroxide (TATP) planted below a thick book. The book was launched 10 metres into the air and when I recovered it, it had cracks all throughout the pages. By the time I was 17-18yo I had a sophisticated knowledge of explosives. I knew all about main charges, boosters, blasting caps, primary explosives, oxidisers, deflagration, det cord, velocity of detonation, nitrations, oxygen balance, watergels, fuel-air explosives etc. I knew a fair bit about pyrotechnics too: salutes, flash powder, black powder, quick match, rockets, roman candles, fountains, stars, shells and mortars. When I was about 16 I made some manganese heptoxide and dripped it on plants in the backyard, causing the plants to catch fire and give off purple smoke. Once I squirted an eye dropper of manganese heptoxide into a jam lid full of turpentine and it exploded in my face with a flash of fire, leaving me with ringing ears. Another interesting reaction I played with was glycerine and potassium permanganate, which automatically ignites after a delay once you mix the two chemicals. I didn't think that it was unusual to be interested in explosives, I had no reason to believe that it was anything other than a hobby/fascination/personal interest. By age 15-17 M., B. and me had a very sophisticated knowledge of explosives and we would discuss our latest "dets" (detonations) in great technical detail. Once I tried to meet up with B. in person when I was in Sydney/near Gosford and I brought some acetone peroxide on the bus for the several hour ride. B.'s favourite explosive composition was a mixture of potassium nitrate and nitromethane, I think sometimes with aluminium powder, called PNNM(Al). He sent off many charges like this, up to 1kg which is about the equivalent of a mortar round. I tested high explosive devices of less than 30 grams or so maybe a couple dozen times: acetone peroxide (my favourite), methyl ethyl ketone peroxide, ammonium nitrate-based compositions (mainly APAN), urea nitrate, nitroglycerine, nitrocellulose, trinitrophenol (picric acid) and silver acetylide. I would often hit small amounts of peroxides or nitroglycerine with a hammer for entertainment, which would detonate with a "snap" (the peroxides) or a "bang" (the NG). I conducted most of these tests in the backyard under soil to dampen the boom to a dull thud, or up the road by the horse riding club at the top of the Storey Ave industrial area. My father once caught me reading website about the synthesis of nitroglycerine and scolded me for wanting to make it because he thought if I accidentally dropped it, it would blow up the house. Well, I made it anyway. It is sensitive to shock, but I always found that it required a pretty solid tap with a hammer against concrete to set off. I was synthesising trinitrophenol (picric acid), a substance chemically related to TNT, out of aspirin packets, soot remover and drain cleaner, chemicals which I all shoplifted. Playing with high explosives was like shoplifting for me. When you pocket the item or light the fuse you are sick to the stomach with nerves and anticipation, then when you get out the door or the sky erupts like thunder there's an adrenaline-fuelled rush of euphoria as you make your get away. It was like a drug. When I was in Year 12 I brought picric acid, nitroglycerine and acetone peroxide to school to show a few of my classmates once. Andrew G. and I would hit the nitroglycerine with a hammer on the footpath in front of the school and I impressed a boy by deflagrating small amounts of acetone peroxide to make large fireballs outside the library. I remember once B. told me he wrapped acetone peroxide in plastic and was cutting off the excess plastic when it detonated in his hands from the friction of a crystal caught between the scissor blades, but he was unhurt. I made small amounts of methyl ethyl ketone peroxide from PVC cement, an interesting but sensitive liquid explosive, and took great delight in soaking it into toilet paper (and the same with nitroglycerine) and hitting it with a hammer to make confetti and leave me with ringing ears. I once made 50 grams of acetone peroxide and stored it in one pile in my bedroom, which was just suicidal. I had fun and learned a lot, but I'm lucky to have survived my teenage years in one piece. I was so obsessed with explosives that I literally watched every homemade explosives-related video on YouTube. At the time I remember scrolling through the YouTube videos going, "Already seen it, already seen it, already seen it..." My explosives laboratory when I was aged 17 and 18. I've accidentally filled my parents' house with smoke countless times. When I got my first bottle of hydrochloric acid, I poured some in a jar and added aluminium foil in an attempt to make aluminium chloride but it violently reacted and boiled, filling my room with thick acid vapours. One time I inadvertently made chloroacetone and I had to bury my face in a towel after catching a whiff. It was like tear gas. Later I was nitrating salicylic acid I made from aspirin and it overheated making a big cloud of nitrogen oxides and another time I gassed myself with sulfur dioxide while working with sodium metabisulfite, but these were minor mishaps compared to some others I made. Soon after I detonated a small urea nitrate/acetone peroxide composition in the backyard that made dirt rain onto our metal roof a police officer was at our door, and my mother became frantic thinking the cop was there because of the explosion (it made a loud thud, not a boom due to being placed underground). It turned out that he had arrived to tell us to pick up my car (which I registered on my father's licence number) because I had left it parked in public to hide it from my parents as it was bought with stolen money. My most powerful charge was also my worse accident. When I was 17 I made ammonium nitrate by combining ammonium sulfate fertiliser with sodium nitrate from Kilsoot and precipitating the sodium sulfate from solution in the freezer. I mixed it with acetone peroxide in a 80:20 AN:AP composition known as "APAN". I did not anticipate 80:20 ratios as being spark-sensitive, and was almost blown up because of this. I left the APAN in a bush at the school bus stop to collect later during a free period (no classes). I brought some classmates along to detonate the charge, and as we brought the explosives up Storey Ave in a car Andrew G. asked the other boys, "Are you scared?" I buried the charge in a shallow hole in front of the horse riding club and lit the sparkler fuse. I began to run and suddenly there was an earth-shattering kaboom right next to me. I didn't get a chance to hear the blast in all it's glory. I was so close to it that I instantly went partially deaf (temporarily) and only heard a long muffled roar as I saw the dust around me lift up and get blown in the direction I was running. Andrew G., Braiden G., Rory H. and another boy were present when I was almost killed in a tremendous explosion near the horse riding field up the road from my parents' house. At the least I would have lost my legs if I had not cleared the blast radius by less than 2 seconds. Those boys weren't involved in my activities as anything more than my spectators. The echo lasted forever as it travelled off into the distance. It turned out that 80:20 ammonium nitrate:acetone peroxide will detonate upon contact with a spark (I was under the impression that it needed a blasting cap) and sparks from the sparkler fuse caused it to go off prematurely. When the device went off Rory was so excited that he slipped over while wooing and rushing towards the getaway car. We sped off and made it back to school. Andrew G. exclaimed "I didn't think it would be so big!" and "[The shockwave] moved the camera!" I remember when I was back at school after the detonation I saw a girl in my year named Kate going about her usual business and I thought to myself something like, "Wow, it's just a normal day for you whereas I just almost died! A frame from the 130 gram APAN detonation video. I was just out of frame to the left when it exploded. My hearing returned to normal after around 24 hours. Andrew G. told me that he overheard people on the street talking about hearing the explosion from the 130 grams of APAN, which was approximately the same amount of high explosives as is found in a hand grenade. He also said, "I have no idea what I would have done if you got blown up." Later the same boys and I blew up a sheet of brass with nitroglycerine and exploded some acetone peroxide, but these were smaller devices than the 130g of APAN. I made a crude conical shaped charge, which is the technology used in anti-tank projectiles to penetrate armour, and aimed it at a steel plate but it only dented the plate a little because my copper liner (I stole copper sheet from the metalwork room at school) wasn't made well and the explosive used was a mixture of nitroglycerine and ammonium nitrate ("ammonia dynamite"), which probably didn't have a high enough velocity of detonation. That was my only shrapnel-producing device (I used steel tube), so I took cover behind three trees. Afterwards I found pieces of steel embedded in the first tree. When I was in Year 12 some idiot spread the rumour that I was going to "blow up the school on the last day" and Bega detectives had to end up interviewing me in the principal's office over it. I think even the principal believed the rumours. It was very stressful. I would get comments from people walking past at school like, "Whoah, don't blow us up, man!" and from adults on the street in Merimbula, "Look, it's the crazy chemist from Hong Kong!" or from an elderly woman on the street in Bega who walked past, did a double-take before she recognised me (probably from being shown school photos) and said, "I wouldn't have enough dynamite to blow my bloody hat off!" The rumours were so bad that once I hastily threw down my bag in the library and a boy ran for cover, later telling classmate Andrew G. he thought it was going to blow up. I think even the principal believed the rumours. I saw the principal on the last day and he had an awkward look of relief on his face when he saw me and nothing had exploded. People are so ignorant about what I do. My chemistry teacher Mr. Williams understood what I was doing but he recommended I cease my activities due to the post-9/11 political climate, and if I remember correctly he ratted me out to the principal. I felt betrayed. Police had to deny rumours that I was going to "blow up the school on the last day" in the local newspaper, the Eden Magnet, when I was in Year 12. The local camping store owner reported me to the school principal after I purchased hexamine fuel tablets, and the principal took me into his office to show me a webpage about an explosive called HMTD and accused me of trying to make it. I had actually made HMTD before, but this time I bought the hexamine tablets to try to synthesise RDX (the explosive material in C-4). If you're curious: the RDX synthesis didn't work because my homemade nitric acid wasn't concentrated enough and contained nitrogen oxides. I only got a miniscule white precipitate and that might have been wax that I failed to separate from the hexamine when I purified the fuel tablets, or it might have been RDX but it was such a small amount that it got lost in the filter paper. The most explosives I ever made in one batch was 600 grams of urea nitrate. After I completed Year 12 on New Years Eve 2007 I had this deranged idea to use high explosives to try and "out-do" the professional Merimbula beach firework display at midnight. It was a ridiculous idea that involved setting off a powerful high-explosive device at midnight on NYE to make the local newspaper report something like "Mystery Explosion Rocks Merimbula". I made up a charge of 110 grams acetone peroxide/urea nitrate and took it to Merimbula. I placed it in a paddock behind the RSL club and lit the fuse. It was a partial dud (I could never get urea nitrate to detonate reliably), but was still loud enough that people in nearby streets were cheering as I ran off into the night. I intended it to be loud enough to be heard from the beach where a large amount of people were gathered. B. and M. have both been in trouble over explosives. M. has been busted two or three times, including once for threatening to blow up his brothers and an earlier time for causing over 60 local explosions. A court-appointed psychologist who examined M. simply said he appears "proud" of his bombs and the psychiatrist said he didn't know what was wrong with him. I vaguely remember that when they raided M. they found him with urea nitrate, acetone peroxide and I think PETN. He'd definitely been making PETN from pentaerythritol he sourced from a chemical supplier, a powerful military explosive I had never made myself. B. was found with a blasting cap and a tub of chemicals that were clearly used for bomb-making, but I don't believe he was ever charged even though a local newspaper showed the video of the cap being destroyed in a controlled explosion by the bomb squad. I got all this of my system by the time I was 18 and stopped, and these days I have a healthy fear of being blown up. The explosives may have just resulted from the inability to perceive consequences and risk-taking mentality of youth.