A Slave Lives Next to You (A Human Trafficking Story)

A Slave Lives Next to You

A Human Trafficking Story

by 

Karen Tracey Moore

Go to "Supporting Documents" tab to see entries #30 through #35, #37, #15 through #20, #50 through #53, and #56 of the May 29th, 2020 polygraph for verification. Read paragraphs 2,3 and 4 of the January 2nd, 2017 polygraph where I affirm I did not tell anyone to put this up me.

 

"These statements are true to the best of my knowledge."

   See

        Videos for Me in Context Here        

https://youtu.be/JvR-V4kruvQ

https://youtu.be/2_qJvEZngvw

https://youtube.com/shorts/YjkKM5X6vtE?feature=share 

Human Trafficking in South Carolina 

I have read human trafficking articles in my lifetime. Podcasts of NPR was something I had no problem listening to as well. Drug trafficking is what is usually the point of focus, as well as sex trafficking. However, labor trafficking has fallen out of focus in the last few years. (There are exceptions; NBC Nightly News' recent story of a forced labor camp ran out of a house in California.

But the human trafficking that is rampant is hidden, but in your face daily. Even as I am writing this, I am afraid. Not just for society in general, but for myself and my hometown. 

What is Human Trafficking?

The definition of human trafficking has been boiled down to this; moving and enslaving humans from one point to another to do labor. A more technical human trafficking definition is this:

The organized criminal activity in which human beings are treated as possessions to be controlled and exploited (as by being forced into prostitution or involuntary labor)

            -Merriam -Webster Dictionary

This kind of crime takes many forms; labor trafficking, drug trafficking, and trafficking merchandise are just a few of the things the United States government has to address every day. But the one that is most unknown is happening to me.

I am, for all intensive purposes, a digital slave.

Being a Digital Slave (TM)

I have a gun that was put inside to do forced labor. I was forced to do things against my will, while being expected to keep up appearances quietly. 

They did this by putting a gun inside of me (No handle is attached to the revolver) with a remote trigger device. A snub – nose revolver weighs about 1.1 lbs. with the handle, so without it is lighter. MUCH lighter than an 8 to 10 lb. baby.

So, it is assumed that a woman’s uterus can handle such weight.

Sometimes I am compliant; sometimes not. Little did I know how much I would learn from being non-compliant…

MRI from Karen Tracey Moore's 2018 Car Crash with labeling

I figured it was some time of archaic sound link device that was used to radio to me what was expected. After all, AM radio frequency has been known to man for at least 200 years. Then I did some research and found that the CIA has been using very sophisticated equipment dating back to the 60s, and other government agencies during WWI and WWII.

To see the whole video on YouTube,  go to Karen T Moore / Me in Context.

I figured it was like something I had seen in a human trafficking movie up to this point; who doesn’t remember secret service talking into their sleeve or grabbing their ear to hear more clearly what is being said? Now, couple that with technology being passed down to us like clothing in the fashion runways of this world, and you have an explanation for why we, the average citizens, had never heard of it.

You don’t have to go that far to find technology that that makes this plausible. Remote control cars have had small coil antennas in them for years that look like coils that can pick up frequencies. Coupled with the same small receivers in these toy cars and minimal engineering, you have yourself a bona fide slave that will take directives without question.

The directives are never super clear to hear. The frequency is low enough to hear in your sleep; if you are compliant, it is less stressful. If not, that uneasy feeling (which will come up later what causes it) creeps in and you are compelled to do the action.

class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;">It is given low and subconsciously. It is where the fear and anxiety stemmed from for years that got me driven to mental hospitals for years. The frustration of "hearing things" being addressed as mental illness covered the slave owners perfectly. The local medical community's response is horrific and will be in another post.

Even as I write this, I remember hearing my hidden “friend” try to keep me from being confused and scared any longer by telling me some of this, so I wasn’t as afraid. (Thank you!!!!)

The Blueprint for Digital Human Trafficking Used

The effectiveness of how the new technical slave operations work today is so advanced, it took an outside person to nudge us to let us know we were being enslaved.

We are placated with words like “conservator ship”, “contracts” but never indentured servitude, or the 13^th Amendment is ever mentioned from these individuals or their ringers in the law community.

In my case, it works like this:

1) Devices were implanted in my body at various stages of my youth. As my bones developed, my pelvic bone grew around the gun (and possible grenade) that was placed inside me.

2) Get the person with promise or skill set (Creative, etc.) to do something illegal. (See Polygraph).

3) Have them on the run.

4) Have them do free labor during that time.

5) If they rebel, and won't do more free labor;

    a) first, shoot them with the internal weapon., or if that fails
    b) hand them over to authorities.

Or in my case…

They shoot me.

What They Are Capable Of

In the 80s, civil rights was mentioned one week a year, so it was not unusual for police officers to be laughing with each other saying  "teeny, tiny, little, handcuffs" and laughing about it in front of me when I was 16.

Word on the street was that it was tiny, metal toy handcuffs (like the ones available on key chains) were placed with forceps up some black mothers on their fetuses. (I would like to get an ultrasound to see if that is what they did to my son.) 

The basics of what you need to know is this; there are individuals in the area that have decided that it is okay to have an occasional slave among friends. When slavery is mentioned, thoughts of shackles and that determine-to-be-traumatizing movie 12 Years a Slave. (Yes, I hated this movie along with the rest of the sadistic bigoted movies made for White Supremacists including Free State of Jones.)

But the slavery I am referring to is far more dangerous, sinister, and relatively high tech.

The issue lies in the blade in my spine.(See DARPA and follow for updates on this). The Fiber optic in me is lightly "sliced" to get a better view; or in my case, my child in me took a cut or two so they could see my progress. And not on anything worth a child; a book manuscript here, a recipe there, all the while yelling at me to hurry up as I bleed to death.

But I digress.

The point is, I have been used as cover for people's porn habit for years (See polygraph taken on May 29th, 2020 with L. Stan Fulmer on the Supporting Documents page). 

So I am aware of their ability to hide behind others while keeping their careers  (military, business, college, etc.) in tact. Much happened to put me in play for some very awful people.

The Muscle to Make Me Do It

I had gone to the hospital on another issue in my stomach. The doctors ran some tests, and I got copies of the Ultrasounds given. You can see the Ultrasound video on my You Tube Channel. (Subscribe to see an 8-minute video to be released September 8^th.)

There appears to be what looks like the barrel of a pistol sticking out of the top of a pouch sticking out. On one of the scans, the outline of objects is too straight (a rusted nail) to be a human body part appear on the screen under “Liver Sag”. (Later, I found out there was more there than meets the eye.)

I had been working on getting in touch with someone in the US government who will help me with the issues that I am going through concerning being a slave and intellectual property theft. 

 

(To read more about my attempts to do so, see “I am Not a Terrorist”).

Though a slave, I refuse to let go of what I worked for that could pay me without the disability label individuals insist I keep as well as being an employee to someone else.

How They Collected the Content when Done
I currently live in Charleston, SC, where without access to transportation, you can't keep employment or do anything else.  I (and others) have had property confiscated including our vehicles unlawfully many times to keep us in place.

This makes the only available source to make money the internet, where the slave owners can control who sees what content both when and where they want it to show, as well as who it is that made it.

They got so comfortable with using my intellectual property; they had hidden files on my desktop that ran scripts that copied keystrokes and files. I would delete them and run a scan only for them to return the next day. Whoever designed this con was real smart. (I took a lie detector test verifying that I did not steal anyone else's intellectual property.)

The first time I experienced the thefts from my predators (that I was aware of) was 2009 or so. I was in a dead sleep when my laptop shut on without notice and the CPU revved up like it was going to blow. I thought for a minute that it was an update; then later I remembered that there was already an update a few days before that had been issued.

Then another night, then another of the computer turning on by itself and the same revving. It became clear to me that someone was more likely uploading files to their servers instead of downloading updates to my laptop.

I had to take my battery out of my laptop each night to try and keep them from doing anything else to upload information to their servers.

On one of my computers, they had the audacity to put greyed out icons of their computers to cover their butts to act like I took from them.

I would sit at a computer for hours doing tasks and researching web pages I would rather not be on. It took a while to accept what was in me; but over time, I would forget and go on with my life.

 

Is the Google Corporation in on this?

I have been trying to make money for years on the internet. Even with traffic, I ended up with $1.45 in revenue. The excuses would keep rolling from them; however, no one really gets to talk to Google AdSense. just FAQ and community forums of individuals who (a) don't know they are a slave yet, and (b) are as frustrated at the corporation's promise to compensate as I am.

(Class action lawsuit? DOJ needed here?)

The Road to Redemption

FYI: The curse word below was BEFORE trying to get saved. I am not proud of it. This was in 2011.

    

I didn’t want to wonder anymore how they were going to discard me after they had the work they needed. So, I took a polygraph with an examiner that has over 41-years of experience with law enforcement in 18 states over his career. 

The Department of Defense gave him a 98% accuracy rate for his examining skills assessment. He has even trained

in-house polygraph examiners for some police departments. He even helped build computers with a founding member of the US military’s Polygraph Institute under the Department of Defense named Dr. William "Bill" Yankee.

His name is L. Stan Fulmer; you can read more about him in the post "Why I got A Polygraph from Stan Fulmer."

At one point, I was cover for someone else's porn habit. One day, I had enough; I said, "This is bullsh*t," then refused to look further. Ticked off, I loaded up a car, and headed

to Washington, D.C. to report what was going on. I had my laptop with me with evidence of the issue, ready to tell everything. I figured with the proof I had I would be believed. 

I went to the front of the FBI building.

The two uniform officers who were behind a glass enclosure, (looked like a ticket booth) looked shocked to see me, then told me to come back tomorrow.

 I went to another set of officers on the main street and was met with resistance to talk to someone there. One saw me and chuckled, (yes, I know they could see me through the computer camera) and the other handed me a card and sent me on my way. Frustrated, I headed back to Charleston.

I was at the doctor's office checking out one day, when I was hit with a pain like no other in my skull. I dropped like a sack of potatoes to the floor. "Code red, code red," was shouted in my haze on the ground. I was so disoriented and couldn't tell what happened. 

That was the first shot for defying them.

         

A few days later, I was in bed around 1 am, when I felt the same feeling from I had at the hospital before I collapsed; had it not been for a pregnancy that was in me at the time, I would have died. (See an Unwanted Visitor and an MUSC Nightmare).

The perpetrators must have made more money than the first thief I was aware of (See Beth Revis post here). It has been a constant over 14 years of being blocked from being able to work in any compacity other than at my computer.

Someone Throws Me a Lifeline

I went to Summerville Medical Center in 2009 for CT scan. The scan was done to show what was causing my pelvis and other areas of my body pain. The scan showed that there were items inside of me that weren't put in there by me, and DEFINITELY without my permission.

The odd thing was, I had to pick up another one at Trident Medical Center. The first one had the actual data on it that was presented in this blog and on You Tube. I had misplaced the original and couldn’t find it. So, I tried to contact the hospital for a second copy.

I will never forget the look on the staff member’s face that handles the Patient digital medical files for pick up. She was so glib; I couldn’t for the life of me understand why until I put the CD in and discovered the copy given to me had NONE of the photos that I have on the copy I have shown in my video. And the one that were on there now had other drawings and images embedded in them, making my copies look fake. So, I had togake polygraphs to combat this and get other images from other hospitals. The polygraphs I took were done by someone the Deartment of Defense gave a 98% Accuracy rating. He has worked with law enforcment in 18 states over 44 years. (L. Stan Fulmer.)

See the bullet in the MRI below...

I was freaking out. I went from having evidence I was telling the truth, to none.

I remember crying frustrated; I chose to pack and try to leave the part of town I was in and came across the original copy again a few days later. I was elated but was sobered by the incident. People are and were aware of my situation both in Washington, D.C. and Charleston, SC, and the tri-county areas.

Since that day, I have had countless documents moved around where I live from where I left them in file cabinets, I have had receipts that I had sent to the US government removed, I have had my computer hacked and files deleted.

It has been a very scary time.

Why would someone do this?

To keep me from being believed.

And they were being evil about it.

REALLY evil...

Pack of Thieves Second Set

There was (is?) what looks like a grenade or gun with a nail through the pouch holding it. It was quite the incentive to keep writing.

Not having enough income made my bills lapse, so I would lose my place and my things would go in storage. Like a well-oiled machine, I believe the same people will be front and center for either Beth Revis and/or others who are looking to strike gold with whatever else i have been writing.

Now, add that to people not wanting to help me when I needed their help both in the hospital system, church, and elsewhere, over weeks, then months, then years, and you can empathize with people in the slave system.

Over time, the sound can ebb and flow in terms of what can be heard because of our physical state. However, I was able to manage what was a very awful infection that ensued from having the gun lodged up me. 

How I Managed Part of It

This is only how I did this. Do not attempt this. Ask a doctor.

I took a few drops of clove bud oil in an 8-ounce bottled water and would drink all of it. I managed to get rid of the infection. Then, I would add one drop of tea tree oil in the same water. I had to purchase reading glasses on top of the (Adlink) contacts I usually wear to compensate for the glare that has come up in my eyes.

I had lidocaine oral mouth wash solution that I bought off the internet to keep the burn to a minimum. I would not suggest this especially if you are pregnant. Because my situation is so desperate, and the hospitals are still making excuses as to why they cannot give anti-parasitic to me (while STILL acting like I wasn't pregnant) is a mystery to me.

So, the lidocaine to coat the pain first, the drink second, then back to normal day. I did these over months to keep it at a bearable level. The problem is there are more objects including a heavy child from sexual assault in here (See an Unwanted Visitor) on top of what else was put in me from my attacker that I can't function.

So, back to Shaquan Duley. Imagine the above, not being told what is going on with you, AND two kids. Why do I care? Because we are our brother's keeper. If that doesn't work for you, try this one from this guy I keep hearing about. He said something like, "Do unto others as you would have done unto you." It could be me in that circumstance. I would want someone to stick up for me.

Incidents compound the original problem...

There were some medical procedures done on me to help battle cancer and some colonoscopies. So, I was unconscious a few times in the hospital systems in my area. For some reason, they all stated that they saw nothing wrong with what was in me. This includes some OB/GYNs. (See pregnancy in an Unwanted  Visitor).

I had gone to amusement parks and got on rides that had flung me and many hysterically happy riders upside down for years. Now remember, at the time, I did not understand what I was hearing in my com link device (or cell phone piece?). The frequency is so low, that you don't hear an audible without being extremely still.

The nail felt like it was lodged in my head. I have had tremendous headaches. It could be from the weapon being discharged in me, but I will find out more later. 

Is This Possible?

Today, I am trying to function with the idea that they could blow my head off any day now. Yes, the gun is still inside of me. When I struggle to use the restroom, it is a constant reminder of its presence and the time bomb that is in me. The game is to keep polite and chipper; to sometimes forget so you won't be inclined to rebel against their system and doing something drastic.

My main worry is about the business I am attempting for myself and possibly still viable pregnancy. I discussed it with someone years ago on a bus without a trademark registered (It is registered now, though.) I did a lot of work on the trademark name but wasn't allowed to capitalize on it until now. (See “Yes, They Still Own Slaves in Charleston, SC). I hope this time there is no drama. Being a slave is a scary thing. The individuals who have me as a slave have already fired the weapon into my body multiple times to let me know they mean business.

 So, back to fighting cancer and being robbed every time I turned on my computer, I had decided to walk away from writing, for good. (kind of). No fiction stories from me.

 So, for now, that's some of what you need to know of why I couldn't quite get it together even with a college degree.

I am almost 50 years old.

And I am still a slave.

FYI: This is the 3rd time I've  reached out for help..

By the way...

 

One of my slave owners …

 

is a black person like me.

 

'til next time...

 

*Update:

11/22/2020

Figured this out years ago but didn’t understand I had been shot with the gun in me. I went in to get my eye exam and got the test in which they check the back of my retina. It turns out, there is the possibility that something man made was added other than the gun.

I had always wondered how “they” (slave owners) could see and confirm that I was doing what was instructed. It turns out they may have used a fiber optic cable (.35 mm is available on the market) along with the battery pack in my body as a power source to use.

These microscopic cables have been in use in the US since 1970. (I was born after this point.) I am also a military brat, so they would have had access to me as a child. Wouldn’t that be a blip; post Medgar Evers’ boys, they were using black women and female children as spyware for the United States government?

More on this later.

Update: the article D.A.R.P.A. is available with evidence.

 

This would also explain some flashes of light in my vision with oncoming traffic lights during driving at night. It hits my eyes that is ever so slightly though to be a real issue.

 

To see the videos where you can confirm both the year they were introduced to the public and size of fiber optic cables are made in, see the You Tube videos below.

 

Milliscope Fiberoptic II :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zo9jAuwtdLw&t=74s

 

:18 seconds in for the tiny size of the fiber optics that are out there

:25 to :30 seconds in to see how well a person can see through these tiny cameras

Update:

10/30/2020 I have new facts about this incident on the bottom of this post. I have still not been able to get inside my torso.

  

Update: 

September 2020

I have been shot again. See "Yes, They Still Own Slaves in Charleston" for the details.

 

Update:

Back up of the video missing July 2020 has been found! So I am putting the final parts of my first You Tube video up in the next few days, so Subscribe to the channel to see what else brought this craziness about.

 

Update:

August 2020

Since this week, more receipts from my car trip and hotel stay in Virginia has since disappeared. (Again, Napolitano and her henchman are still ready to pounce to cover another Catholic. More on that later.)

Update:
July 2020 (approximate)

Data has been taken off my phone to cover someone's butt on a pending court case.

It was a video of my stomach with no scars on it while I was standing in front of the television. Though not a fan favorite of all, Trump was on the screen talking in Minnesota. I used his rally as a date/time stamp of when the video was made. Unwanted to try and remove the objects myself. I attempted to; then went back to my phone and saw that the video was missing! 

Thank God I did not get past the fascia layer (muscles and tendons that hold your organs in place.) I am trying to film the initial incision to prove I was just opening my insides up for the first time. 

It's been 20 years of the run around about my health. I am ready to tackle this head on. Wish me luck.

 Update

I have been shot again. The circumstances were the same when I attempted to renew Cook it! Bake it! Make it! in September of 2020. I was blocked since then again from using it. Last gunshot was May 3, 2022.

 

  

FULL DISCLOSURE. I AM A BLACK WOMAN. PLEASE CALL AUTHORITIES IF ANOTHER HISPANIC PERSON POPS UP AS ME IN A COURT CASE CLAIMING THIS HAPPENED TO HER.

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*Update:

1/17/2021

There seems to be sewing needles in me. I can only imagine (for the second time I tried to get this out in 15 years) that this is to cover up the fiber optic cable. How else were they able to get such an advantage?)

Again, see the polygraph to verify that I did not put this up myself. (January 2nd, 2017).

11/22/2020

Figured this out years ago but didn’t understand I had been shot with the gun in me. I went in to get my eye exam and got the test in which they check the back of my retina. It turns out, there is the possibility that something man made was added other than the gun.