I left the United States in the year 2011 to escape a crushing dictatorship and authoritarian regime that had taken over my country. After enduring decades of abuse by the United States government, in 2009, I was sent to Texas so that I could work on various projects, and, I think, so that they could place me in a controlled environment.

I had been raised, without my parents knowledge, to assist my government in solving impacted, difficult problems that appeared to be without a solution. I suppose that I was regarded as the person to call upon if a problem seemed to be without a solution.

In order to understand why I have gotten into so much trouble with the rulers of my home country, I guess I should go back to the beginning. When I was conceived and living inside of my mother, I quickly developed a curiosity for understanding how things worked. My life memories begin at about 6 months, while I was yet unborn, and I can remember wanting to get out of my mother long before landing my baby boots on the ground, so to speak. I wanted to create and build.

My parents had sent me to the Brain Institute of my father’s alma mater, UCLA, when I was just three years old. The brain tests at UCLA revealed that I was able to solve problems well beyond the other children my age. Subsequently, a woman visited my Los Angeles preschool who was looking for test subjects for a new brain institute program. She gave a test to all of the children in my class, but then selected me to take a more extensive and difficult test alone in a back room.

This happened in the 1960s, during the cold war between the United States and Russia. The office of Naval Intelligence was looking to develop young men and women into high achieving, warriors with extra intelligence. Under this controversial program children would be selected to endure rigorous development and training from a young age. My training began at the age of three. As this was a secret program parents were often not consulted about specific details. Indeed, my parents were given $50 USD and only told that I would be taken for a "one time brain experiment", what ever that could be construed to mean.

Thereafter, I was taken two times per week where I was trained and developed in this new program. Every Tuesday and Thursday I was sent to UCLA until the age of five. It was sometime during this period that I became something like an oracle to these people to solve their problems. Then, after age five, I would visit someone in their home who lived near my elementary school two times per week. He was a doctor of some type. This program continued onward through the age of nine, even after my family had moved many miles away to Palos Verdes. I was given an IQ test at age 12 and scored 172. Much of this work was done without the involvement of my parents. My mother knew that I was going two times per week, but my father worked long hour and was likely not consulted. The process was rigorous and sometimes painful.

Since before I was borne I have been fascinated with things that others, especially the children around me while growing up, did not care about. I found deep and profound interest, a burning and almost insatiable curiosity to know and understand certain things. I wanted to know more about electricity. I was two years old, and I watched my parents plug appliances into the outlets of our Mar Vista home. My father explained to me that electricity came out of the wall and that metal conducted the electricity to run things. I thought about that and found an eating utensil made out of metal, probably a fork. I wanted to see electricity come out, so I placed the fork into the socket. When I woke up I was a few feet away from the wall and my father was yelling at me. I looked at the wall which had a black mark on it. I had successfully conducted my first electricity experiment. However, I could not understand why my father did not appreciate my accomplishment. I looked around for the electricity, but I could not find any. I looked on the floor, on the wall, everywhere. After my father calmed down, he told me that it was invisible.

I kept every electronic device that I came across no matter how old, broken or used. I collected televisions, radios, and appliances. I was always looking for ways to increase the range of communications equipment and to build radios, RC craft like cars, boats, planes and helicopters. I even made an RC car that could go in the water called an amphibious craft. My brother and I would make rockets and RC craft together. I would always ask my parents to buy me new electronic toys. I would disassemble them because I wanted to study how they worked. I learned how to use a soldering iron when I was 10 years old and made a work shop in the basement where I spent long hours.

My father taught my brother and I how to acetylene weld when I was 12 years old. My family had a computer terminal system starting in 1976, and I was allowed to use it to log into the USC Tenex system and run basic programs and access email. This was a mainframe system and was connected to other computers using an early version of the IP protocol. My father got mad at me one day for accessing the wrong email account after the administrator had contacted him. I learned how to program a personal computer in 1982 right after they were first introduced. The computer was an IBM XT with 64kB RAM. The computer was upgraded to include an early hard drive which had 5 megabytes of storage. I worked for my father one summer to help him write a graphical program to chart commodity prices written in Basic using a Hercules graphics card and running in DOS 2.11.

Around the age 10, I liked to watch Star Trek reruns on television after-school in the afternoons. I watched a Bird of Prey decloaking, and noted the wavy lines transforming into a physical form, an invisible lurking spacecraft had just appeared from nowhere. Later, that year, while at my friend Stu's house, we were playing with his shortwave radio. Stu was always tinkering with his high powered radio gear, taking it apart, upgrading it, fixing it. I would ask him what this part does and what that part did? "What does this do?" I asked one day, pointing at something exposed within the open case. "Get away from that, you are going to get electrocuted!" he snapped. He then explained to me that area was a signal demodulation rectifier for extracting voices from the carrier wave. I asked him a few more questions and then I said, "you mean like a filter?" He said, "well yes, I guess it is like a filter." Then I asked, "Why do we need a filter?" He said, “without the use of this rectifier, in radio communications, our spoken words would be unintelligible.”

Later, again watching Star Trek, I wondered, what if the radar systems that track aircraft used a filtration system similar to our short wave radio, to screen out background noise? If this were true, maybe we could build an aircraft that was invisible to radar systems simply by making the lines fuzzy, like the Bird of Prey on Star Trek. I was thinking, if you could build your fuselage, wings and control surfaces with multiple layers of materials of differing densities, maybe the reflections from the aircraft skin would confuse the filters inside the radar system and trick the filter into automatically filtering out the entire aircraft.

They worked on this stealth design near my home at a location in Burbank, California. This design first went into deployment in the F-117, in the 1990 Gulf War, which my country won. This concept was also used in the B-2 stealth bomber, a delta wing. Later, in the 1990s, an F-117 was shot down by a cleaver Yugoslavian Colonel and now the east, although poorly implemented, makes aircraft using this design concept, knowing how it works, by fooling the radar. Multi-static radar systems are now used to spot aircraft using this now dated stealth technology. [UPDATE August 2024: I am working on a phased array radar system that will not only be able to spot these "stealthed" aircraft but to flag them as being stealth.]





Serbian village celebrating shootdown



Cross section reveals the US Air Force implementation of my stealth invention

Radar "absorption" is a misnomer and likely misdirection. My stealth creates multiple images of the same object and fools the old fashioned signal demodulation rectifiers in all non digital radio gear into filtering the entire image. I would have given my home country a better stealth technology, a real stealth, if it I had been treated more equitably and rouge members such as Bill Gates and George Bush had not decided to murder my friends and family just for sport. I was never compensated for this contribution, and was instead, placed into a controlled subversive program as an adult. There are many other such individuals living in virtual imprisonment in the United States today.

In 1990 I founded Williamson Software. This company supplied software specifically written for Vocational Rehabilitation and Medical doctors. I wrote most of the software and then ran this small company for about 10 years.



I first became disillusioned in about 1995 when Microsoft began stealing my ideas. I have invented many things that have been stolen by my government or large companies who are in favor with my government. For example, the Start button which first appeared in Windows 95 and vastly improved multi tasking were some of my idea. In 2007 I became further disenfranchised with my country, or rather the tin god defacto rulers who had stolen my country, and began developing an interest in building a new monetary system to effect a power shift away from an oligarchy run amok. I worked with another local Santa Barbara software developer, contributing a cryptocurrency idea called "blockchain". This is detailed in another article titled, My Story and the Origins Bitcoin. Also, starting in 2006 I invent a document sharing system where users could upload and download their documents. This was presented in a web based file explorer like interface. This was taken away from me forcibly. My small company, named InfoShare, was destroyed using hackers and the idea went to Google and became Google Drive.

Several years later, I invented an application that was a work together system that allowed multiple collaborators to work together on a project by assigning tasks to each workers within a project controlled by a project owner. Each assigned task would then be managed separately within the project using email communications between the owner and the individual task assignees. I wrote the software for internal use at SolarSnap which is a company that I began 2013 after my exit from the United States. Even while living and working in Mexico, Microsoft stole this work together app idea and obliterated an entire Internet server company in Texas in 2014 where I rented only one server. All this was done just to block me from using this web application within my new solar products company and its 10 workers. The result was humiliating and extremely frustrating. I had named the project WorkOn. The product Microsoft developed was based on the purchased application startup called Wonderlist.

This is their mega company strategy for theft. When they notice an inventor who is building something they covet and wish to steal, then just look around for a small company that is building something similar to what they want to steal. Then they buy the small company and inherit not only the work and workforce in progress, but also inherit the ability to CLAIM that they got to the idea first, essentially having the potential to say they beat the original inventor to the punch. The project company that they buy does not have to perfectly match what they are stealing. It just has to be close enough to create plausible deniability. This is exactly what Google did with Google Drive when Bill helped them to steal my DocuPost software. Then they go to work on the original inventor, who may not even know what is going on. They break into their office, computers, servers and then hack and DDOS them into oblivion. Using CIA and mafia contractors they completely F*Up your life. This is the new age strategy to win for these total losers. This is why nothing comes out of anyone's garage anymore, and why the fat monopolies such is Google, Microsoft and Facebook keep getting fatter, dumber and uglier.

I gave up trying to run any server hosting the WorkOn software in 2015 because I would immediately be DDOSed by Microsoft whenever I would turn it on. The server company I was renting from sent me apology emails stating, "We are under attack and unable to support our customers at this time" Why even bother to tell them! Microsoft was DDOSing the entire company on my behalf. During one such attack I pointed the WorkOn domain name, workon.mobi, at the primary Microsoft homepage and got them to attack themselves. I thought that was better than telling them to go F**** themselves. They did it for me! Mr. Gates demonstrates, even today, a most detestable level of avarice and they even made a real life fake movie about him called Antitrust. I guess sometimes we have to lie to tell the truth.

My software company Williamson Software had been bankrupted by Bill Gates in about 2000. A few years later George W. Bush again entered my life and he offered me a job assisting a defense contractor in California to update parts of the Sidewinder missile. Being desperate and without partners due to everything I owned being attacked by US military assets being used freely against its citizens I took the job at RG Hansen and Associates in a DOD designated secret facility on Chapala Steet in downtown Santa Barbara. I was put in charge of the cryostat, a cryogenic fluid transport mechanism that is a part of the precision optics. The project had become stalled due to an intractable technical issue, but the Air Force had needed this JT cryostat because of the importance of Sidewinder. The owner hired me with title Project Manager for the Sidewinder cryostat.

The first thing that I did was to hold meetings with the key engineers and the QC. No solutions were immediately visible, so I do what I always do first when solving “impossible” problems: I precisely defined and documented the exact issue to the highest degree possible. Next, I set to work organizing the parts inventory. I noted that a great many parts were not being clearly managed. Having parts “under control” is a serious Air Force requirement.

It was disclosed to me that 75% of the finished cryostats were failing final inspection due to premature exhaustion of the coolant fluid. A microscopic video analysis of the needle valve during run revealed a 1/1,000th of an inch oscillation while the unit was in operation and the valve was open. This lead me to believe that the valve had entered an undesirable mode of vibration, perhaps due to fluidic waves developing during run. This fluid induced oscillation likely prevented the extremely small valve from closing properly in the dynamic manner in which it had been intended. The production fails were likely a result of perhaps as little as a 1/10,000 of an inch in dimensional variance in the valve parts. Unfortunately, our very small manufacturing facility lacked the tooling required to make parts so precisely. Perhaps the sticky valve was also caused by variances in final parts, in friction, spring stiffness or other minute manufacturing differences. I concluded quickly that determining the exact cause(s) would be nearly impossible due to the simplicity of the company research facilities.

We fixed the issue through modification of the valve pin by creating a very small dent at the end of it. This dent caused a small but constant leak. With the cryogenic optical units turned on, there would then always be some flow of the liquid nitrogen. This constant leak resulted in interrupting and cancelling any entry into the undesirable vibration mode and the valve getting stuck open. Aircraft pilots expected a nominal leak rate anyway, as this particular infrared optics system, used on the AIM9 Sidewinder, was frequently being switched on by pilots to fly at night. With this simple modification the cryostat was able to function sufficiently to pass final testing 99% of the time. With the constant leak, the undesirable mode never started up, and the cryogenic flow remained smooth and consistent. We then received a commendation letter from an Air Force Kernel acknowledging our efforts. This was a sizable victory for the small Santa Barbara based defense contractor, and DLA authorized continuance of manufacture of the Sidewinder cryostat by R.G. Hansen and Associates. In fact the fix and the audit we passed were so successful that the owner, Robert Hansen, was able to negotiate and raise the per unit price from of $1500 to $3500 per cryostat. This increased the long term contract value to perhaps $50 million US. Additionally, since this upgrade and revamping of this old missile, the Sidewinder has been enjoying a renewed renascence in the military, becoming quite popular again.

My reward was swift: I was fired, and my job given to the president's daughter. Then George sent his henchman, a man named Daniel Greenough who worked for top brass of the Signals Intelligence division of the NSA, to California who then coerced me into moving to Texas. They had a big project that they were launching and insisted that I come along and assist them (more about that in a future story). This was more than just a request, it was an order. I was a civilian, and yet they were co-opting me into their project, boxing me in and coercing my participation!

Before I left for Texas, in early 2009, we dropped a surprise on our planet that would resonate for decades. Bitcoin and blockchain are making serious inroads into the monetary systems of our world.

It was now late 2009 and I was driving my 30 foot motor home, complete with a server half rack, towing my car to a desolate part of Texas to work with a bunch of defense contractors, and a former president, to do God knows what to God knows who. Leaving California I was saying to myself, I must be crazy to trust these people and drive to the middle of nowhere and do this sleazy government work.


Server half rack installed in my RV while living and working on my property near Dyess AFB in Texas

I worked with the team for about six months and slowly began to realize that, what was really going on was that we were building a system to track every person living in the United States and perhaps surrounding areas. This did not feel right to me. Much of the information was very personal and should not be known by government workers without probable cause, which I doubted existed.

After just six months I decided that I wanted to go home and head back to California. I attempted to resign from the NSA. I was then told to stay in Texas, which essentially turned me into their prisoner. I shutdown my work for the government at that time and pursued alternative opportunities which involved writing Internet applications. At this point the hacking of my Internet applications went completely out of control. I realized that the contractor who had brought me to Texas, who had become my contact person for the NSA was probably the one hacking me all along. He lived two houses away from me and had arranged to assist me in buying the property where I was living. I had essentially now become his prisoner, and without sufficient funds I would not be able to even drive my motor home back to California. The gasoline alone would cost roughly $1000 USD. I was afraid to call the police in Texas because one of the people working on the project exerts great political and police control in the state of Texas.

As I was preparing to leave, someone sabotaged my car and my RV. Apparently, they had loosened the lines of my fuel injection system, spilling fuel on the top of the engine causing the car to actually catch fire. With some quick action I was able to save the car with a fire extinguisher from my RV and then patch up the fuel leak. Clearly, escape was being actively blocked. I was not going to make it out of the country with much of any of my property, and I would likely be pursued for the rest of my life. I knew too much.

It was now mid 2010, I approached Bush and invited he and others to join me in escaping from the control system that we were all under. I had ascertained as much. We rallied together behind our common suffering and developed a sort of communion around a movie called V for Vendetta (which seems a bit ironic now). I will write a later article about how this lead to the Occupy movement. I was still not permitted to earn any money and was literally starving to death. Very thin, low on money and becoming more and more desperate each day, I awoke early one Saturday in May of 2011, packed my car with as much as I could carry and left the country with only my car and what I could fit inside. Early that same morning I had been told that “If I wanted to live”, I should leave the country within the next four hours, while, they, those who were assigned to blocking my escape, were on shift. I left 1 acre of real estate, an RV and my lifetime collection of personal items behind. I had become an unwelcome person in my country of birth due to the fact that I had refused to comply and submit.

I had a very rough journey including having my car sabotaged by very powerful EMF pulses “from above”, likely originating from SOS, sub orbital satellites, or as I like to call them Blimpolites, or just SOBs (Suborbital Blimpolites). Eventually, I made my way to Hermosillo in the state of Sonora where I founded SolarSnap with a partner. Things went well for about four years when I was again approached by Daniel Greenough and told that I must return now to the fold and assist this new organization to which they said that I belonged. Apparently, a war had erupted between those who were previously in power and those who had escaped with myself, the one’s who helped to start the Occupy movement together. The one in charge of those who had escaped, Mr. Bush, was looking for help and demanded that I return to assist his group. He even sent me a friend request on Facebook. I clicked on the invitation and saw a golf course range, a golf cart and the back of his head. How nice, I thought. I declined the friend request.

Almost immediately people began to stalk myself and my girlfriend. They deleted mine and my girlfriend's Facebook accounts, even removing her face from the Facebook facial identification database. I was personally threatened and told that I had no choice but to join them and to return to service even while living in Mexico. I continued to hold with my negative position. Then they threatened to murder my family and then began to inflict their systems of subversion and control upon me in my life again.

I hired security guards to guard my door while I slept. George's people, part of his drug transportation network in Hermosillo, always had a tail on me, even when I went for walks. I would come home from work at about 9:30 pm and walk to Oxxo (The Mexican 711) a few blocks away. Someone would then walk behind me, wait outside the store while I shopped, and then follow me home. One security guard, whom I had hired just to sit in front of my apartment door while I slept, quit his job working for me in the middle of the night and demanded that I immediately drive him home. He stated that he was being menaced all night by the stalkers and could not take it any more. They followed my girlfriend around in her car. They did not even care if we saw them. I hired the State police, PEI, to harass the stalkers. Eventually I moved to my manufacturing facility to get out of the city. I have survived there for the past seven years.

Using my ideas for a new solar panel invention, the company that I founded with my partner grew quickly and soon my stock was worth millions of dollars. We moved onto a barren property located in the Industrial Park near the Ford plant and started building. Within 3 years we had a 5000 square foot facility with a laboratory, office complex, pilot factory and tooling shop.











Mark Williamson and Gonsalo Dojaque accepting Fundación Ganfer award at televised event with governor elect Javier Gandara, in Hermosillo in 2015







The next morning we all piled into Gonsalo's car and raced around town hopping from one morning television shows to the next



The following year, SolarSnap Store Grand Opening, November 2016



And, the year after that, SolarSnap Factory, Parque Industrial Hermosillo, with Pilot Factory, Tooling shop and Laboratory, April 2017



We were having such a blast building our new startup which was bursting at the seams with such amazing acceleration and growth. But they were brooding and becoming more jealous each day back in the US. They wanted me back on their team, not off living la vida loca, free and wild in Mexico creating our dreams together, with my new friends. We had obviously become solar terrorist and needed to be stopped!

The successful rise of my startup would end abruptly nearing the end of 2017. Some time around September of that year, apparently, George W. Bush had decided that he had let out as much line on his fish as it needed to give him what he wanted. He had likely begun building another solar products company in Texas utilizing much of my research and technological ideas, and had decided to eliminate my company and put an end to my happiness. He considers any amount of success that I have as a threat to his existence. About that time my partner Gonsalo began complaining to me that he was having sleep issues. This and other indicators appeared as a red flag to me that my partner and good friend was being stalked and tormented by George's people.

This abuse upon my partner became more and more apparent as the weeks rolled by. That November George's people placed a cable around my dear friend's neck, secured with two cable clamps in the back and hung him up in a carport at his mother's home. Mexican police quickly ruled his death a "suicide". Then his CIA psyops experts went to work trying to convince everyone that his death was a real suicide and was actually my fault!

My analysis is that he was likely strangulated first and that the cable was introduced to hide the trauma marks on his neck. His body was cremated within 35 hours of his death, likely in an effort to destroy any evidence. I wrote a story about his murder here. His people then began a savage social media war upon our company and began stalking each and every employee within the organization.

Narcotraffickers working for these people then kidnapped myself and held me for undisclosed reasons after luring me onto their ranch in San Pedro, just north of Hermosillo. I escaped but they followed me to my downtown SolarSnap store. They then hid out and grabbed me a second time 3 days later and tried to force me into their vehicle, but I fought back and got away, breaking one of the kidnapper's fingers. Then, at the urging of a police officer friend, I went to the police and charged them with kidnap (the kidnap complaint that I filed with the police). The next day, however, the public minister's investigators drove out to investigate and accepted a bribe from the kidnappers, the Gamez family (this happens all to often in Mexico and is why people never call the police here).

They then reversed the case against me and refused to charge them with kidnap. Obviously, they were bribed. They then charged me with stealing SolarSnap solar panels during the installation where I was also kidnapped. They also charged my girlfriend for the same crime, who was not even there. We were both accused of stealing our own solar panels, from ourselves, while I was installing them while I was being kidnapped and she was 20 miles away. They charged my girlfriend because after my partner had passed away I had made her an executive in the company and we were both keeping the company going. George W. Bush wanted to destroy SolarSnap, my means of support and rise to power in Mexico. He had already murdered my business partner, Gonsalo. Now, she was one of the only surviving support and obstacles in the way to achieving this objective.

When they tried to grab me the second time, it was outside of my store on a Saturday after everyone else had gone home and I was there alone. I had to simultaneously defend myself against two attackers who tried to drag me across the street when I went outside to get my lunch out of my car. I had no choice but to go to the police! 50 pieces of evidence and story details, including a video of them stalking me during the second abduction attempt I am linking here (access the document seen in below video that was contained in the blue folder, document linked below after video and unpacking of Mexican courtroom drama). My attorney, an awesome and courageous person, and I have prepared an amparo (injunction) requesting federal intervention into this Sonora Mexico circus police system, which I have posted a small portion of here, detailing the murder of my business partner and how the police did nothing.



The following is a video containing highlights from just one single hearing in the multi year legal circus G.W. Bush and B. Gates dragged us through.


Courtroom Video

At 30 seconds into the hearing the judge started asking the lawyers if they wanted to address the court. When it came around to my lawyer, I tried to speak and to interject the witnesses and evidence list that I had brought with me, visible in the blue folder that I was holding. The judge immediately stopped me and told me that I would not be allowed to speak. She then proceeded to give me a lengthy lecture about how I would not be allowed to speak in this hearing, ending with, if I did not shut up, she would kick me out of the hearing. The reason that she did this was because in the previous hearing I had stood up and accused the court of bringing a baseless criminal case against innocent people, and that our accusers were drug dealers who had paid off the police. Consequently, this entire previous hearing was erased. I have tried exhaustively to obtain a copy of this previous hearing. It does not exist! IT HAS APPARENTLY BEEN COMPLETELY DELETED FROM THE OFFICIAL RECORD.

Now, in this hearing, part of the evidence and witnesses submission process, I am asking to speak so that I may present my evidence and witness list to be used at my own trial. This would have allowed me to defend myself at trial and to have my witnesses appear, such as my store manager for example, so they would come to the trial and speak on my behalf. As my case was completely fraudulent, and everyone knew that, it was not going to be allowable for me to give myself a fair trial. Additionally, it would be a great big hassle to have to erase this entire hearing, like they had to do with the last one, so the judge just started telling me to shut up from the beginning of the hearing. This would go on throughout the entire hearing, but I needed to find a way to try and get my protest onto the hearing recorded.

At 1:25 in the video my girlfriend turns to me and tells me that she does not want watch me to go to jail today.



At my obvious, visible urging to my lawyer, as seen in the video, at 1:45 he asks the judge if he can speak with me for a moment. The judge says alright. The time on the local time clock, as indicated in the upper left corner of the video, showed the local time as being 14:55:20. Then I spoke briefly to my lawyer before asking directly to the judge if I would be allowed to submit evidence and witnesses in my own defense at my own trial and then held up my list, which I had properly conformed into a witness and evidence intermediate hearing motion.

The judge then lashed out at me and started berating me. She told me that I would not be allowed to speak in her courtroom again. I then asked my lawyer if he would do it for me, to which he replied that he would try. The result was that the judge was non responsive to both of us. I then told her point blank that she was violating my rights. She responded by stating that she was not. Watching the video, the wall clock time then jumps ahead to the time of 14:56:49 (again, upper left corner). THIS ENTIRE 90 SECOND INTERACTION HAS BEEN ERASED FROM THE RECORD. The entire span of time where I accused the judge of violating my rights was handily CUT OUT from the tape by the court reporter! This occurs at 2:15 into the video, and where one can see me sitting in the courtroom afterward, stunned by this denial of my basic right to defend myself and to have a fair trial.

Then, at the end of the hearing, occurring at 2:40 in the video, the judge makes the requisite rounds, calling to all parties to ask if they had anything that they needed to say at this hearing. This is a requirement under Mexican law at all hearings and is meant to allow everyone to have a chance to speak. When it came around to my turn, I grabbed the microphone and said, "YES!" wishing yet again to attempt to address the court on my own behalf and submit my list, to everyone's amazement, concern and befuddlement. My council immediately advised me not to speak, not because it was against the law for me to speak. No, it was because the judge had become so angry earlier at the onset of the hearing when I had first asked to asked to address the court, and then the second time when I attempted to again exercise my right to construct a comprehensive and sensible defense on my own behalf by presenting my desired witnesses and evidence list to be used at trial, contained in the blue folder, yelling at me and telling me to shut up or go to jail.

During this interchange, I am clearly becoming uncomfortable and agitated, one can overhear me pleading with my lawyer, "No mas evidencia?" (No more evidence?). We had only submitted ONE PIECE of evidence and ZERO witnesses in the only hearing where we would be able to present evidence and witnesses before the trial! I had 23 witnesses and 24 evidence exhibits on my list which I clutched in my hand! The single offense that we were charged with committing, stealing our own solar panels while we were installing them, while I was being kidnapped and my girlfriend was 20 miles away, would give us no less then 7 and no more than 12 years in prison!

They were trying to railroad us through, making no mention of our solar panel store and how we had a signed and paid contract with our accusers to install solar panels, or even that they were our solar panels in the first place that SolarSnap had just delivered to their rooftop for installation, just before they kidnapped myself and my worker, or the numerous 911 calls when we were being held captive, or the death threats they made on Facebook after we escaped where they were soliciting and conversing with hit men (on Facebook!), or even the kidnap complaint that I had filed against my accusers BEFORE they accused us of this crazy ass and ridiculous theft scenario. It was plainly obvious that IF I had again asked to exercise my rights under the law, to have a fair trial, I would then have been placed in handcuffs and dragged off to jail.



SolarSnap solar panels that we had delivered to the Gamez rooftop, which we never saw again after my worker and I escaped after we became their captives on their ranch. Technically, they were still ours because we were never allowed to deliver the finished, contracted and paid solar power install. They were not even in solar panel racks yet. How could they be stolen! (BTW: You don't know how lucky you are in the United States to have a jury trial system. Donald Trump had, all along the right to select/deselect his own jurors and had the right to speak and be heard at every hearing! He DECLINED to testify before the jurors that he had chosen and authorized. Most Americans do not appreciate the THREE BRANCHES OF GOVERNMENT system that you have. If you are a Trump supporter, name the three branches of government before you go out and vote for that man. No, it's not the Nina, the Pinta or the Santa Maria.)


911 and calls made from the ranch on the mobile store telephone the day that we were locked inside their high walled compound and they let their attack dogs out. There were additional calls made on the land line in the store.

My state provided translator, just to my right, began pleading with me, "just say ninguna". Ninguna means "nothing" in English, which means that I have nothing to say. This was my third and final attempt to bring my request to have my witnesses and evidence heard at my trial, which was about to be scheduled, set in the calendar, as the last part of this hearing. As the hearing process was now held up until my conformance, with the obvious threat looming over my head, I then mumble "ninguna" (nothing), in obvious disgust. They then waited for me to say it out loud again. "Ninguna!" I said loudly. I was furious! The judge quickly scheduled the trial and then ended the hearing. What am I supposed to do, go straight to jail in this fruitless attempt to demand justice in this backwards, no jury trial country?

For the witness and evidence list as a part of the motion that I carried in the blue folder in the above video, see this document. In this electronic document form I have added hyperlinks, including stalking video and official records (in the blue folder that I am holding in the video).

Some time after this hearing the courts, police, Public Minister and Monica Gamez, the seething and frequently agitated daughter of the corrupt rancher under the thumb of George W. Bush, then decided to let my girlfriend go from the case. Not, however, myself. They would not accept any amount of money to release myself from this fraudulent case. Apparently, George had decided to spare her 10 years behind bars. Perhaps, he worried that this would have made our case famous as her family would certainly make public her plight in Mexico if she were wrongly jailed on an entirely invented case for such a long period of time. There were at least five witnesses alone who would attest to her working in the SolarSnap store that day, plus personal and store phone records. This would have perhaps come back to haunt the Bushling. The plan would remain in place to send me to prison for up to 12 years no matter what.

Then the police accepted $5,000 US dollars in August 2021 to free her from the case. She was promptly "forgiven" and released from the case in a speedy, mysterious hearing which took place over Zoom. My girlfriend, has no criminal record, never committed a crime, no speeding tickets or even a parking ticket. She was completely innocent in all respects. Yet, she had been subjected to this dark, almost comical, Mexican police and courtroom circus financed by wealthy US businessmen. This had been brought against us using the prosecutory powers of the state of Sonora, which is heavily manipulated, practically owned, by the aforementioned group comprised of Americans: the ludicrous corrupter George W. Bush, his Texas crony network, the disgraced and disbarred Rudy Juliani, the idea bandit William Gates and other American "oligarchs". After two years of abuse by dishonest police, prosecutors and judges, luckily, her ordeal was finally over. Whew, I was relieved!

I felt freer now because my girlfriend was out. The trial would, of course, continue against myself, and I would serve a decade or more behind bars at the behest of United States businessmen. The trial was getting close, so I began to analyze the case from a legal perspective. I found and translated the laws pertaining to the charges in our case and noted that, under the statutes of Sonora state law, in order to deliver the harshest possible sentence for such a minor crime, we had been charged with criminal statutes that required that two or more people had committed said crime (as also stated in the beginning of the above courtroom video).

Apparently, this two-or-more-people criminal statute was part of a group of laws intended to stem organized crime and narco-trafficking (certainly applicable to solar panels stores). Well, the case had already progressed through the pretrial, formal accusation and evidence discovery, and was now scheduled for trial. However, with her removed from the case I was the lone defendant in a case that required two or more people to have committed acts of a potentially violent nature. I immediately wrote a formal motion for dismissal and submitted it to the court. I then went to the courthouse and demanded legal conformance. In order for justice to be served the case must be dropped. A new case should then be filed under the proper statute, ergo not requiring “two or more persons”, and the process must start over from the beginning.

Motion that I filed with the court demanding immediate dismissal of the case (English translation).

In these three other motions that we had already filed (1 2 3), we demanded that the police conduct an investigation. Yes, that's right THE POLICE NEVER INVESTIGATED THE CASE. We were never contacted by police or questioned before being officially charged and this bogus case built and filed against us. These three formal, written motions indicated, which we brought before the public minister and two judges, where we, the accused, asked if we could please be questioned by the police, and where we, the accused, would be allowed to submit evidence in our own case, including video tape recordings, payment records, whatsapp conversations between five different pairs of conversants, in total, an overwhelming mountain of evidence supporting our innocence that would exonerating us before charges were even filed. This evidence has been categorically rejected by all official investigators! Other of this evidence is located in a blog article here (both Spanish and English).

Despite the corruptibility of the legal system, the control judge could not deny such a glaring deviation from the law and the mismatch in charges vs only having one defendant. Furthermore, I had made them all famous by publishing about this case on the Internet, how the victims of a kidnaping, stalking and violent assault had been charged with bogus crimes BY THE KIDNAPPERS. I had made the police guilty of crimes in our own public court. Conspiracy to conceal the crime of kidnap after the fact is a very serious crime onto itself and made the police, public minister and judges accessories to these crimes, all with decade enhancements due to their being violent in nature. They could and should go to jail for 10, 20 or more years. The corrupt police circus of Hermosillo had been exposed and brought to light before the local townspeople. You can read more at sonorabog.com

Therefore, lacking ANY EVIDENCE OR A SINGLE CREDIBLE WITNESS for the alleged crime, exhibiting obvious defects, and suffering a loss of local credibility, the corrupt public prosecutor of Hermosillo, Karla Yadira Brockman Salazar, was forced to drop the case all together against myself which took place in an equally mysterious and enigmatic Zoomed process a few weeks later.

Case dismissal order.

I had scorned the super rich oligarchy by rejecting their friend request, but somehow miraculously manged to dodge another bullet.

None of this takes into account the six civil suites that I was hit with from these same parties, related affiliates, as a result of the carpet bombing attack on my life. This veritable war against myself and life started in 2018, just after the murder of my partner, and ended completely by December of 2021. We were able to get the criminal case thrown out and the many civil cases dismissed with zero damages paid. In one case, the one Monica Gamez (George Bush plantation slave) filed against me personally, the civil action was immediately thrown out by the Chancery Court judge who then ordered her to pay my attorney fees, which she never paid. This is the demure (suit response) that I wrote and timely filed to this frivolous lawsuit and this is the judges dismissal order which came within 10 days of me filing the response/demure. I have never seen a judge knock down a wrongful cause so fast and so hard! The only exception was the loss of the SolarSnap store, but I negotiated with the owner for back rent, paid them in full and, sadly, vacated our lovely Hermosillo store. However, we shook hands and parted on good terms (the army of Gamez family members plus the hundred or so phantom Facebook accounts that they made destroyed the local market and scared away all of our workers). To date there have been no further filings, yet the police are still, ongoingly paid by Mr. Gates and Mr. Bush to stalk me every where that I go. This is briefly detailed in the story titled, My Story and the Origins of Bitcoin. I will publish another article about this rather bizarre circumstance soon.




One of George W. Bush's drug mule/plantation slaves in Hermosillo threatening to burn our cars for 3000 pesos ($150 USD) and then another one making a fairly open allusion to murder my girlfriend. These paid Facebook postings went on for weeks and were reported to the police WHO DID NOTHING TO DEFEND US

Upon recounting these events with an associate, he asked me how I knew all this, about the legal system and processes. I thought about that for a moment. Then I looked at my friend, and I said: I can read.

In fact, I have read over 3000 pages of Mexican legal statutes, including the Federal Constitution, Sonora State Civil Codes, Sonora State Civil Procedures, Federal Courts of Chancery, and Federal and State Criminal Statutes, all which I first had to translate into English. This has been a huge undertaking, but with the support of a licensed attorney I can now file my own suits, appeals, responses and motions in Mexican Federal and State courts (Take that Donald Trump, you sex pest, shyster and real deep state perp.)

Although, perhaps a lengthy dissertation about my life and personal circumstances, I feel the forgoing accurately illustrates the plight of those who are suffering under the crushing boot of the real deep state of America. This is not some vague accusation about some mythical deep state somewhere, or conspiracy theories about mysterious actors, whomever that might be. I am a real person suffering, real time, in this real life scenario where my life is under constant pressure and attack by people with so much money that the almost random selection to destroy the quality of my existence on this world has zero financial impact upon the perpetrators. These are two American businessmen who are meddling in foreign affairs using bribes, an army of invading subversives working in concert with their own hired hands and mafias to disrupt, control and attack a sovereign, upstanding American citizen seeking sanctuary in Mexico. I am not some deep-state-oracle-pawn to be kicked around and robbed endlessly by Mr. Gates or Mr. Bush, who can be found and prosecuted in Texas and Washington state.

I am a human being and wish to live with the same level of peace, opportunity and dignity as any other person. Consider seriously also the notion that Mr. Gates and Mr. Bush shall have read these words long before you have seen them and will have already expended thousands if not million of dollars to dull their meaning, consequence and resonance. One of the primary objectives of this attack has been to keep me a secret and to prevent you from finding out about my circumstances and contributions to our world. THEY, DESPERATELY, DO NOT WANT YOU TO KNOW WHO I AM OR THAT I EXIST.

One perhaps has to ask themselves, is this the best use of my time and energy? Would it not be more appropriate and useful for me to be inventing a space craft that does not expel exhaust and takes us from planet to planet quickly, perhaps in less than one hour (no more dramatic, life threatening launches from the flying gas can circus. One would just fly quietly away with no propulsive byproduct exhaust)? Would you not rather be relieved of the oligarchy and its overhead costs and threats to your own life and livelihood? What about living for 500 instead of 100 years? What about a common sense physical science that explains gravity in a way that the average 5 year old child can understand? What about a cure for age related, degenerative cancers? What about a decentralized finance friendly country zone with the world's strongest military, where therein is based the highly efficient DNA system for voting, self governance and DeFi financial independence for all! These are all things that I am working on at the following project websites and articles:
hyperdrive.works
earthica.wiki
en.possibilityof.com/post/regen
en.possibilityof.com/post/beyond-modern-gravity
sonoragob.com
williamson.software
earthizen.social

I pray that I shall find peace and sufficient intellectual interest here in my new home in Mexico to organize and fully advance these and other endeavors. Mexico and specifically Hermosillo presents a very unique and timely opportunity for those interested in manufacturing, decentralized finance, tourism, inexpensive living and an alternative governance locale. The beaches are only a few hours away and some of the most beautiful in the world. We have a large, safe international airport and numerous shopping malls. We have four Walmarts, every major American fast food chain (except Taco Bell), and a seemingly limitless assortment of fine dining and assorted eateries. Land is cheap, solar energy is plentiful and Mexico operates with little or no tariffs on imported goods, such as solar panels. If you are like minded, in any capacity or interest, perhaps you will consider joining me here @Hermosillo in the state of Sonora, Mexico. Join me on any of my social media channels: Youtube, Facebook, TwitterX and my own foray into the social media milieu, Earthizen. Then, please stay in touch! I am developing a new mind set for my world around the big idea of an independent rule for our entire planet island through a community system and decentralized database called DNA. This can be the focus of a new Earthizen collective society. Once you have gained citizenship in Earthica you shall be given a peer number and be able to work and trade on the DNA mainnet as well as receive 10 free eCoins. Free signup at earthizen.social

In closing, my attorney was instrumental in the positive results that we achieved. He helped myself and my girlfriend when we were at our most vulnerable and least able to pay him. He would always appear when we needed him most and magically presented exactly what was required. His generous spirit is incomparable given the risks that he has taken to defend us, two innocent victims of a corrupt and narco entrenched legal system.

We would like to take a moment to appreciate and thank our attorney, Juan Manuel Avila Felix, with hearts brimming with gratitude and appreciation. Thank you so very much.

For a follow up story that includes the gravity control controversy and updates, please read I Present: Gravity Control. May it unite and free us all.

Thank you for reading.