On Thursday I walked out of work. Drove back to the house, collected some paperwork. I got back in the car and it wouldn’t start. I called AAA and I was lucky, a guy named Danny showed up to provide a much needed jump. I drove to the FBI building in Kansas City. Due to the car issue, I got there 10 minutes after they closed. I parked at the visitor center, a guy came out and told me I couldn’t park there since they were closed but that I could move to the park on the adjacent side of the building. I drove all the way so it seemed appropriate to wait around and lose my mind a bit. I started filing FOIAs at the FBI in 2017. At one point that initial request I filed was in progress for two years. You can imagine my shock when this showed up at my moms house.
Let it be known. I am NOT arguing that the FBI had no business opening an investigation. I’m arguing that different cogs in the U.S. machine stopped turning for me intermittently throughout my life in different areas all culminating to basically everything that’s happened and the creation of these federal documents. I said it yesterday, it seems like some of these documents were written by someone with a vendetta of there own, not a federal agent. That being said I only have 101 pages out of 305. My first instinct after my first glance through them was to get to work in some way shape or form. I passed them off to a journalist that’s been specializing in matters of the FBI. I’m confident that journalist has a full plate. I wrote a preview on facebook of some initial conclusions, questions, and things that stood out to me. I actually uploaded the records and had them posted for a bit before taking them down. About the time I took them down I was already brainstorming what writing them up would look like here on substack. I have to admit though, I’m a bit nervous. I wondered if the documents were bait to get me to do exactly what I’m intending to do with this substack article.
The different dimensions of this and the possible ramifications coupled with a lot stress drove me literally first to the Kansas City FBI to try to talk to someone about them first. I picked Kansas City intentionally, in the 101 pages theirs one set of documents from a fed in Kansas City that was like the most solid document of the 101 pages. A better way of articulating that might be that it seemed like that document was written by a federal agent, not someone with power trying to judicially crush me and not acknowledge my human-ness. I waited all night, and just let my brain consider all of these things. I wondered if walking up to that building was going to be my last free walk honestly. It felt like though if that was going to be the case so be it. I waited by the park for awhile and drove back up to the visitor parking lot thinking it was the middle of the night that no one would care if I was parked there and the guy that told me to move was probably gone. Big budgets, broken lights, private visitor parking????
I was enjoying the light show when two guys came out and told me I couldn’t park there that I would have to move back to the adjacent side of the building near the park and playground and stuff. I asked if they were sure and explained I didn’t want to be seen as the creepy old man hanging out by the playground. They assured me it was fine and that I could park back in the visitor parking during the hours of operation. Like I explained earlier, my car battery was dying every time I turned the engine off. So after a long night and another call to AAA and a few trips to QuikTrip. I was ready to walk up to the gate. So I did. Without knowing better I walked up right to the door and started yanking on it not knowing there was a slot in the window to talk to someone inside. A different guy shouted at me and I walked over. I just explained that I wanted to talk to someone about my records. The guy was fairly decent. I was nervous, I don’t remember specifically what I said. Just flow and good intentions got me through the conversation. I think he might of thought I was some whack job, as he started asking questions and I was firing off quick answers he seemed to get a bit more serious about what he was asking and I got a bit more serious about how I was answering. He gave me a communications number to call and an extension which is usually how Scott Air Force Base responds to my visits. I haven’t called. I probably won’t. I don’t want to get tricked, and Scott AFB, and the FBI know theirs a lot of trickery going around about issues my testimony brings to the table, and issues that come up based on the testimony of those involved in the situation directly, and in some cases indirectly. I had hoped for a much more iconic encounter but not so iconic that I wouldn’t be able to drive away. All that being said. I tried. Hand having put forth that effort I feel like I can start this process on substack. I thought I’d start with the first 8 pages.
Prior to moving to the Southside of St. Louis, I actually took a train to Human Rights Watch Southern California. I was living in Moberly. I gave up having an automobile to purchase a train ticket to California. I loved the train ride. When I got off the train in Los Angeles I walked nearly half way to the Human Rights Watch. I walked until I couldn’t walk anymore and took an Uber the rest of the way. I hoped someone at HRW would be able to help or tell me where to go about the gangstalking. It’s a whole other story, I did get resources that I myself didn’t have the resources to follow up on. I ended up back on a train to St. Louis when I only had enough money left for the ticket. Teighlor picked me up and I started bunking with her on the Southside. It was the second time I was ran out of Moberly. I felt lucky I had somewhere to go. In a really awkward chain of events, I ended up totally calling and self reporting electronic civil disobedience and electronic protest. They wrote on this page “Tuley provided the following information….” only none of the information was provided by me they took it off my facebook with there own intentions in mind.
Take note, it explains an assessment was started on 12/20/2018 and was set to expire on 01/19/2019. Nine days before my assessment expired, this dropped.
As I said, I was ran out of Moberly twice for asking questions about what was going on. A lot was happening and had happened up to this point. My only draw to the documentary was one officer that was featured in it that I had interacted with when he worked for the Moberly Police Department. Without knowing rather or not Moberly is mentioned in the pages that weren’t released, theirs no mention of any grievance or perceived issue with other agencies. Truly shocking.
Rather than mention any proper attempt I made to ask what was going on I get a fed that literally wrote on federal document, “Tuley got a “fuck the police attitude”.” Are these documents even real? No mention of any number of the live streams I did over the years, no mention of the write ups I did. Honestly I’m more afraid of the police than anything. Though I have stood up to them and yelled about everything in person myself without any large crowd behind me. Scary stuff. It is true, despite coming from the conditions that I do, Ferguson was absolutely a consciousness turning point for me. It is true, the end of 2014 and the first half of 2015 all that was going on. I feel confident that to this day I’m still largely left in the dark about what really happened in a city I’ve been around and in and out of all my life. I remember being in Moberly, sharing streams. Community members definitely expressed a dislike for the content I was sharing. I was told while on felony probation that the protestors were all trash, felons, etc….. Facts are, at the time that’s exactly how I felt about myself! It is true, I was hacked.
My Moberly PD records reflect my suspicion that I had been being surveilled. I emphasize again, even Moberly and its police and sheriffs office certainly had enough to justify looking into me. I just feel like at some point some agency looked into me, they realized the situation wasn’t what they though it was, so they tried to make it what they wanted to be. That’s no investigation at all, that’s entrapment. Those records and that chapter would be a whole substack process all together. I’d be curious to know what the relationship is between who wrote this report and Moberly. It’s also worth noting that my cousins company is called T3 Solutions, not P3 Solutions. Slap me in the face without slapping me in the face I guess.
It’s true, prior to 2014 I thought conspiracies were dumb. A girl I met in California told me about the Bohemian Grove and I laughed at her. I hope if she sees this someday it makes her laugh. She had really good ideas, I was happy to go along with them. I remember asking my friend that was a civilian contractor for girl advice when I met the chick. Her advice was to follow my heart, so I did.
As far as the NCI. Is David working right now? Seems like it.
I begged people in Moberly when I was in the addiction circle to stop doing the stuff they were doing to me. It was an unfounded notion and expectation maybe based off of my unwillingness at the time to act right. I really believe people were bending over backwards to set me up. Everyone around me was accusing me of being an informant. They made me strip in front of them at one point. In my naivety and unwillingness to consider what I might of been doing at the time to attract that kind of treatment, I instead set off on a quest to see if I could figure out who the informant was and clear my name to…………… ???? People that cared about me?????? Part of that consisted of using my computer as a time machine of sorts. PirateBay was still thriving. It was there I found a dying torrent of a data leak from back in 2011.
Online security breach! Hackers leak social security numbers of cops in Missouri
I thought I could dig into the leak and possibly find out who it was. It took me forever to download it. I’m not convinced that I wasn’t already under surveillance. Obviously, this course of action led to me looking deeper into Anonymous associated things. Barrett Brown, etc... Like I said 1000 times. I was getting hacked. And people were using spoofed social media accounts. This was back when people would still reply to me and a few people still spoke to me. Among the number of things that happened to me, I was invited into a chat with all faceless accounts carrying a certain moniker and insinuation with them that they were affiliated with Anonymous. I was spazzing out, on drugs exhibiting negative symptoms of that while also dealing with a very real emergency I had unfolding for myself because of my choices, as well as the choices of others. It’s true, I managed to take down the same site that was DDoS’d in 2011 when the data was taken for roughly maybe one minute, two if I want to be really arrogant about it. I was more arrogant in my observation of how easy it was for me to do that. So years later when I hear that whole crew was set up by an informant and the STRATFOR attack was given some kind of approval beforehand by the FBI I wondered if law enforcement in Missouri played a passive role in enabling the leak and subsequent media about it and how everything led to STRATFOR and the arrest of everyone involved. Unless it’s in the unreleased pages the lack of context is really damning where I inserted myself into a conversation I didn’t realize I didn’t want to be in. When it came to the electronic harassment, without knowing about Barretts work on Persona Management, I managed to conceive something like that mentally without any awareness of how real it was. So when I finally after everything that happened to everyone found Project PM and the work on that, it felt very synchronous. If there was insider knowledge about that online operation did everyone affected by the leak give there consent for all that information to go out? Or were we all conned?
Moving on, the section about Illinois CPS. Be me. Parked at a truck stop, half out of mind trying to rationalize not just the mass amounts of information I was digesting while struggling with substance abuse, mental health, and a coming to consciousness process of some kind. I was exposing myself to the MKULTRA rabbit hole for the first time. Then this happened.
I remember it well because about the time I heard about the shooting this was published.
I certainly was having trouble accepting a reality that was being presented to me. Here’s a document from BlueLeaks about the congressional shooter.
I had good intentions, though none of it really was my business. I bet people saw my tenacity and giving a shit for the first time as some kind of façade / projection. It wasn’t/isn’t, coming to consciousness for me was just hideous and I think speaks to just how unconscious I was about myself, my life, etc… Let it be known, I picked up my keyboard throughout every ordeal. Not a gun.
If I did claim to be the one that leaked the APK emails to wikileaks then I was likely doing so to attract higher up authorities than the ones I was dealing with to my broader circumstances. Remember, the response I got to questions and inquiries were all not good. It seemed like people wanted me in bigger trouble to shut me up. Admittedly, I did mingle around groups fighting “ISIS” online back when that was a thing. At one point when I was super active on TOR I found whole places on the dark web that was basically all terrorist propaganda. I was curious, I translated some of it. Thinking it was all a game I was deep enough into TOR at one point that I got hip to a scandal or two before even the public knew, but most of the public doesn’t care anyways. I did get the APK data ALLEGEDLY while it was being uploaded to wikileaks. I think I put two or three pages in a anti war in syria group. I have posted dozens of times about the 28 pages. Was I far off what I thought though?
Bombshell filing: 9/11 hijackers were CIA recruits
As any rational person can see, a majority of it isn’t about the police despite the hyping up of my “still not loving the police” attitude. There’s a lot I don’t know. We all have of the luxury that of all the things I’m worried about right now, you’re average police officers is not high up on my list of worries. I worry about law enforcement doing stuff to me to stop greater truths. Insider/Outsider doctrine, Us/Them thinking, staple of the BITEmodel, just sayin. That being said, real problems in policing exist. Obviously. I can’t speak to that side of it.
I have always been somewhat technologically inclined. Before the gradual great censoring of everything, there used to be youtube videos that actually had good links to pentesting tools and other stuff. Everything else was about searching for places online that were holding a ton of data that had been leaked or stolen. I wanted data, in the age of leaks, I got it. People around me had been threatened. One person that everyone swore up and down was my homie had stuff happen to him, Barrett was also reporting a lot of harassment on his end. By the time the FBI got involved in 2018 I had real concerns about rather or not I was the next mentally ill, neurologically challenged person to get coaxed into something really dangerous. Again, all of that without fully understanding I was already in that exact situation for most of my adult life.
I thought everything would stop if I offered to turn myself in. My roommate at the time would eventually report similar harassment in the form of hacking, which I was accused of I guess while she accused other people to me. I was very explicit that I didn’t want her associated with stuff I was doing on the computer and that I didn’t want her to get in any trouble. I cared about her a lot. I can’t control what other people do.
The redactions then start. Not many surprises. It’s been known since I was in highschool that I was kind of person to definitely be down to party, maybe even give some friends some marijuana here and there. Beyond that, and as my addiction escalated, it’s not uncommon for any addict to get rid of this or that for money for the main fix. I think little things in my history were actually blown up into serious allegations that were taken out of context without pertinent information being considered. People involved haven’t wanted to have real conversations with me about it, they’ve had a ton of clever plans though to create situations to back up false and biased narratives.
These are the first 8 pages of the 101 they released. I think I could go through the rest of them in a format just like this. Or maybe pull the sections I wish had more context. A lot of this, and the many different situations it’s all about. It’s a big contributing factor to why I isolate. I’ve gotten the advice to just learn my lessons and move on, try to meet people, then I’ve been steered toward people that carry with them every intention to destroy me for there benefit. I emphasize most of my own stuff not to be selfish or conceited, but because every effort I’ve made to include other people in my process that I believe are victims of similar crimes won’t engage me about any of it. I’ve tried to reconnect with people that I know are witnesses to some of my ordeal, everyone’s pretended nothing happened. It should of been known that when I started experiencing UAP/UFOs myself that I was always going to keep seeking for truth. Unfortunately, I can’t prove my encounters happened. I feel like if I can prove other stuff with documentation and a real willingness to be honest that maybe I can have some of the more psychologically profound experiences a bit more acknowledged where it relates to doing better in terms of my neurological stuff and mental health stuff. If I’m write about the potential of other victims (sure seems like I am) then no doubt they need someone with an understanding of what happened to them if they are also choosing the route of seeking for whatever reason or experience they had themselves that is still untold. Peoples stories are untold because they didn’t have the knowledge and ability to do some of the things I did to rally attention to what was going on.
Now when I go to write pt. 2 I know exactly where to start. Have a good weekend everyone. Trust me…. It gets weirder.