My Wild Journey from Security to Governance
It’s been five years, so are you ready yo hear a wild story about the time I was hired by a “former” asset of the intelligence community after months of orchestrated harassment?
- 2016–2017 I provided information to the FBI regarding the use of technology to find fake profiles on-line
- Soon afterwards, weird, orchestrated chaos started happening on-line, at work, and with my electronics
- I was fired under bizarre circumstances, and with completely nonsensical accusations (the claim that I’d left a listening device in my boss’s Seattle-area home? Really?)
- And yet months later I’m hired by a Europe-based asset of the intelligence community after a single, brief conversation
Do you want to know how I came to meet this “former” asset of the intelligence community? Somehow, this part of the story is even more bizarre.
I was in Portland, mid-summer 2017; it’s very hot. At the time I’m a couple months into a dawn-to-dusk experience of harassment. I’m walking down the sidewalk in NE Portland.
A “homeless man” wearing a sleeping bag like a cape approached and told me that I have “some very interesting ideas,” suggesting that I contact a specifically-named philosopher in Canada.
But I had never spoken with the sleeping bag “homeless man” before, and the “homeless man” looked as if he was wearing clothing he’d purchased from REI, which is to say: probably not actually a homeless man.
Also: a philosopher from Canada?
This was during a time where my phone would function chaotically, and sometimes my accounts went nuts. I could see my messages scrolling. People would shout my name when they drove by in cars. It was wild. I’d get back-to-back phone calls from people who knew entirely too much about my life. etc. When I’d walk, people would follow. I’d get text messages from random numbers about photos that were hanging on my walls inside my home.
And yet I quickly learned not to say anything about it, else I was dismissed as “paranoid,” which I believe is the intention: no better way to cut someone from the herd, and it worked. I could not get a call back from friends or family, and it was a scary, isolating experience.
Let me share a little evidence, because I believe (by design) these campaigns are intended to leave a person isolated because the whole thing simply sounds too weird to be real.
Fast-forward to 2020: my wife left and filed for divorce.
Although it would have been my first choice that she and I would successfully navigate our problems, in the end she left and filed for divorce, soon afterwards launching a pretty savage campaign of character assassination with the support of a Houston-based attorney.
The tip of the spear of this campaign was the claim that I was diagnosed with bipolar personality disorder with psychotic episodes; a complete fabrication.
I’m a glass-half-full person: I was now afforded an opportunity to get my soon-to-be-ex-wife on the stand so she could help me push certain details into the public domain, an excerpt of which is here:
To be specific: in 2016–2017, the FBI sought my assistance in learning how certain technologies could be used to identify the use of fake profiles across the fabric of social media.
Indeed, I can speak to this topic from a place of domain expertise, because until I was flushed from the industry soon afterwards, (resulting in my uncanny entry into the governance industry, working for a “former” asset of intelligence), I was recognized as something of an expert on how to use behavioral tactics and technology to find fake accounts.
In fact, when you use Amazon, Citibank, and thousands of other vendors, you’re using “device fingerprinting” technology and machine learning algorithms that I either helped define or directly managed, including some of the industry’s most popular and successful products.
In other words: it’s not likely that I was suddenly rendered bipolar in 2017, and generally speaking, people aren’t getting bipolar personality disorder at the age of 50 in the first place (most people are diagnosed in their early 20's).
Indeed, it’s not likely that I was serving in the capacity of domain expert on a certain investigation if I was concurrently a sudden basket case.
Chicken and egg on this issue:
I contend that the episodes of sustained harassment was designed to push me into a place so I was dismissed as “unstable,” and as a reminder: just months later, I was slow-pitched a job working for a “former” asset of the intelligence community, for a company based in Amsterdam.
The story is bizarre.
I’ve sort of been waiting for an investigative journalist to put this together, but it’s my growing conviction that no such person exists, which brings me back to my evolving definition of a whistleblower.
Despite their intentions, a person doesn’t really qualify as a whistleblower if they are simply ignored by the institution, and/or their lives haven’t been so egregiously destroyed by the institution that their story is sort of: meh.
I’ll bet you that my story isn’t even all that unique, you know?
I’ll bet you the media ignores lots of stories such as these, and that sort of makes sense, considering the manner by which the media has been usurped and preempted by the intelligence community.
In any event, fast forward to late summer, 2017, and my weird sidewalk meeting with a man in a sleeping bag, recommending that I contact a “philosopher” in Canada.
I wrote the “philosopher’s” name down, and a couple months later contacted the “philosopher,” who immediately put me in touch with his friend…who hired me on the spot as an “AI designer” after a single brief WebEx.
Days later I’m on a flight to Amsterdam, far back seat, left side, and next to me sat a woman with the State Department.
I know this because I checked her ID in her carry-on when she went to the bathroom.
Fortunately, I knew some decent researchers, and I was able to learn a lot about what I was walking into, prior to stepping onto that plane to Europe, in October, 2017, heading to a developer conference, to share my vision for an AI and “exocortex.” I was additionally asked to present what I called the “214 org” model.
The person who ran the company is named in several articles (including the NYT) as an asset of the intelligence community, including this email from the Wikileaks “Global Intelligence Files,” derived from the Stratfor breach.
By 2017 she claimed to no longer be working in the capacity of an intelligence asset, but I don’t know, man.
As another interesting clue: Bitnation received massive coverage in many mainstream media outlets, including BBC, Bloomberg, Forbes, RT, TEDx, The Economist, Huffington Post, Independent, Business Insider, The Atlantic, Wired, Vice, Wall Street Journal, CNN, The Telegraph, Bitcoin Magazine, Futurism, and more.
And within two months of my hiring, I was ordained their Chief Technology Officer…months after being harassed into the streets, and guided to this opportunity by a man dressed in a sleeping bag.
And just to reiterate, because the sequence of events are simply too uncanny to be organic or believable:
From 2016 to 2017 the FBI would periodically pay me a visit at my place of employment, seeking to get some info on how machine learning and device fingerprinting might be used to find “bad actors” across the fabric of social media, and then I was harassed, driven from my employer, and months later ended up working for…Bitnation.
I don’t know, man. It sort of feels as if I was kicked into service, without my consent.
It’s now five years later, four years since she ran her company into the ground, and it’s reported she resides in an oceanside estate in Brazil, after an extended stay at her flat in Paris. Must be nice.
I sleep on the floor in a small bedroom I share with my three daughters. Until recently I didn’t have a car, and I wore my used Adidas raw by walking from one odd job to the next, just to earn enough side hustle work to ensure my girls are fed.
I’m building this company, one step at a time, and the old-fashioned way, within conditions where my customers are harassed and are therefore obligated to keep their identities private.
In 2017 I lived in a beautiful 2,500 square foot home in NE Portland with my now ex-wife and my five kids, purchased by using my VA benefits, working a six digit job for a company that monitored about seven billion devices, including every single Amazon transaction, from its offices 30 floors up in one of Portland’s tallest towers.
You want to know what radicalizes a person? This kind of thing.
This kind of experience takes a normal person and turns them into a radicalized activist with nothing to lose.
You know what would be nice? Some acknowledgement that the applecart of my life was tipped without my consent.
To be sure, I land on my feet. I always do. It’s possible someone miscalculated in this regard.
It’s been five years, and there’s no mental health diagnosis (because there never was in the first place); there’s been no arrests and no incidents.
After a custody battle and character assassination campaign that was intended to leave me broken, I emerged with solid 50/50 joint conservatorship, and I didn’t make use of an attorney.
In other words: the campaign of character assassination failed, other than successfully sabotaging my professional standing and leaving me isolated from family, friends, and former colleagues, I believe by design.
I appear to be effectively blacklisted from an industry into which I’d invested a couple of decades, which is a bummer, because I worked hard to earn my professional reputation, and from a place of integrity.
I interview well, and sometimes I receive a verbal offer, but then they ghost. Sometimes I’m told they “heard something that gave them concern,” and I never hear from them again.
But my case isn’t unique, and within my circles (specifically, Project Swartz), this sort of thing is sort of common.
Project Swartz (named for Aaron Swartz) provides resources for activists, whistleblowers, and journalists who are harassed by police, federal authorities, and/or collaborators.
These Boston-cops-as-JTTF have spent the past few months harassing people until they lose their jobs. Sound familiar?
Point being: I’ve personally seen just how unjust this system is to the good guys, as the so-called “good guys” bend over backwards to protect the bad ones.
And so THIS, ladies and gentlemen, is what happens when you work your ass off, aspiring to be the best: you’re singled out and end up cheek-to-jowl with the “beautiful losers,” so to speak.
Funny how that happens.
Anyway, with nothing else as an option, and nothing to lose, I designed the basis by which a small town or community might self-fund their own social services (such as discounted health care), using leadership that’s sourced from within the community.
It’s a self-governance solution that’s focused upon the hundreds of thousands of small communities that have not felt the government’s “beneficial halo effect” for generations, even as their elected representatives have grown ever more wealthy.
The solution pays for itself by replicating the same model that’s made Amazon and other vendors so large, with an important twist: my customers keep the transaction fees, which makes the whole endeavor quite lucrative, simply by incentivizing members to “buy local.”
It’s not some crypto hustle; we start with US dollars, and later recommend they fold in a complementary currency that further incentivizes the community to shop local.
I keep my customer list private because I’ve learned otherwise they are harassed by those tied to law enforcement, and fortunately, there’s a lot of people who have become conditioned to function in this manner, for as the Zapatistas like to say:
They tried to bury us, but they didn’t know we were seeds
When you shift the optics a bit, you realize there’s a lot of “beautiful losers,” and maybe *we* aren’t the bad guys.
The bad guys are the ones in charge that are lining their pocketbooks with tax dollars as they drive this country into the ground.
The bad guys are the members of the so-called free press who allow themselves to remain muzzled by a rudderless intelligence community and self-serving members of the federal law enforcement community.
The bad guys are the ones who stand idle as acts of injustice occur beneath their noses, hoping nobody notices.
If it can happen to me, it can happen to you. Wake up.
This is the state of America.