Tomas emma johansson reporting the large majority of the swedish government, second mail to wikileaks
tomas emma johansson reporting the large majority of the swedish government, second mail to wikileaks
hi, i sent in a description of the elderly home i was forced to stay at in my previous correspondence
i didnt get any response from you, maybe i lost the email adress. the interesting thing though, is i
did get a response from the psychiatric system after awhile. i was casually browsing facebook when
something popped up saying "the swedish psychiatric system is having a mental breakdown". so i made a
difference? great. i do not get to see it though, if anything, any governmental employee has just treated
me worse and worse since then. anyway, which department am i reporting?
ambulance with nurses. i like talking to people. dont know why. no one likes talking to me though. obviously the same when youre forced to be with a nurse for the 15 min or so ride. she will quickly tire of your words, no matter what it is, and wait for sex. same goes for psychiatric staff, always when you meet someone new, at the end of your meeting, they say "can i help you with something else?" which is about sex.
ambulance with security guards. they got a "polishandräckning" last friday, 2025-07-18. there was nothing i could do. always when this happens, the only thing they manage to blurb out is "handräckning" and thats it. i tried still to talk to one of them (they were 4) and it stalled quickly at "we dont cooperate with the psychiatric system". i tried to ask, who sent you? or, where are you sending me? i mean, what they said makes no sense.
https://svenskadikter.com/Fil:2025-07-18_13-47-27_vad_kallar_man_en_misslyckad_gris.mp4
thats the recording when they got into the room im situated at here. its in swedish and probably not very good sound quality. but might be of interest.
somatic care, especially nya södertälje sjukhus, renovated recently. i asked 4 weeks ago if i could get help with my bloated stomache? zero response. the next day they drove me there though, not mentioning it before. when i got there, i was tortured for 8 whole hours for nothing. about 50 times, staff outside said "röntga", which sounds a lot like "runka", aka masturbate.
the strange part is, the previous time they forced me into closed psychiatric care. i was gross to a female staff (they had planned this), then a male staff comes in screaming "i will tear you apart". some hours pass, he repeats it.
i hadnt thought about it til now, but with that sort of treatment, i figured, why think about sex at all in any way? i do have liked twitters theme of #nofap, the problem with the psychiatric staff though, its like if cats (women) ruled the world. one hand has no idea what the other is doing. so first im not supposed to think about sex, then i am supposed to?
and as is custom with women, if you dont like one, you must automagically be gay. i do not get this logic, but thats how it is. what they treated me at close psychiatric care now, was, to put it no other way, black magic.
to even attempt to quite the sodexo vomit is the ultimate sin of mankind. so it helped me nothing whatsoever. i was allowed the freedom for... 2 days? you see, i was so tired i slept 20 hours per day, and when i finally regained conciousness later in the evening, it had already started getting darker, and then i got afraid of the dark. but i realized, it was the sodexo which gave me this affliction.
i asked the psychiatrist (and 3 nobodies) there "could you mention in what 10 ways youve improved my mental condition since i got here?". they have null to provide. of course, mister cool (surely gets laid more than curdt cobain) replies "i dont claim we help you in any way".
anyway, i remember a guy saying "i came too close to the truth". what did i realize? with more poisoning, last thursday, with the way i get angry now, its not me talking, its the demons in the neuroleptics.
and same goes for the staff there, i asked "why did you put me here?" got the reply "you cannot cooperate with the staff". i wondered if she could explain what that meant? she freaked out, screamed, and hurried away. this has no meaning in words whatsoever, "cooperate" just like "communicate" has to do with sex, nothing else. "communicate" means "please them". cooperate, like any slavedriver who casually throws it around, means "listen to orders, never disobey, you will be punished".
you know how in movies they say "anything you say can be used against you in a court of law"? there is no psychiatric law. further, in their world is "any part of your existance will be used against you". even if it doesnt make sense whatsoever, and has nothing to do with you, but only other peoples hallucinations about you. i got to know i had "thrown sperm" at the staff? this is baffling. since i broke the 5th uppermost spine part, i cannot orgasm. i only piss or shit myself.
thus the entire part of masturbation is completely useless.
the funny part is, i mentioned a week ago "you brought in the previous time because i had thrown my laptop into the floor? but i hadnt? im healthy now?". the response, however baffling? "no, but you did it once, right?".
so, in their world, if you have ever made a mistake, something negative in some way whatsoever, if you ever get healthy, it will be used against you to make you sicker than ever before.
who to report?
gülär - one of the worst. has even admitted "i do not think". made a song about her. "do not think, do not look, do not talk". what she wishes of me. a patient in coma is the only good patient to her.
sanna - was here when i arrived in 2023. sorry if its repeats from the previous letter. she blurbs out in sorrow "his bed is too small! i think ill go home and cry!". boom, shes gone on vacation for 2 whole months. works 1 day, same thing happens, then 2 months vacation again.
these are worse than rapists. they just have to fantasize about raping everything in sight, or theyll burn out? and 2 whole months? twice?
same for a staff at tullinge, jann, a prime deviant. he had to administer the forced injection into my buttcheek. i told him, the previous injection made me almost unable to sit. i could then sit maybe 5 mins, then my cheek fell asleep. i try to argue with him but its impossible, hes freaking out like hes going to die. i let him have his way. before my second suicide attempt, all i did after that was lay in bed to be able to use my computer, sitting was basically impossible. they did this to me years ago, but i never realized why back then. the proper way of administration is 10cm above the hip bone. but they dont care. if you get punished by someone, never be casual around them. document as much as possible. be on your guard. you are never safe.
after i quit sodexo, not much later i quit sugary treats, then also white bread (though oats are even worse). this was even more of a sin, obviously.
yes, that "handräckning", i asked one staff "can i get a copy of that?" didnt think anything would happen, but not much later i was handed 3 pages. i wasnt allowed to keep them, thats how the psychiatric staff operates. reverse psychology.
refuses everything, eats nothing, refuses LM (strange acronym, means "läkemedel", aka pills, never hear anyone saying this, they are mortally afraid to say "neuroleptics" or "psychiatric", theyre seemingly "doctors". the weirder part is LM is a brand of cigarettes. just like the previous time they poisoned my food with cigarette ashes. the first poisoning had a message even "start smoking again", no, the only thing it gave me is panic after some hours later when the poison retreated. they only poison yoghurt and cream with cigarette ashes, i thought i was in the clear there, but hell no. its of course those 2 ingredients, because sucking on a cig is like sucking a dick, right? and when you suck it, it cums. its so messed up, but thats their methodology). anyway, after this it gets spicier, dont remember much, but the centremost accusation is "tittar barnporno" (watches childporno). the psychiatric was obviously too horny to spell that directly. there are 1000s of documentations in my deep data profile, where ive searched (and vids of me fapping to it, they love that of course) for "big tits", that interests me, nothing else.
its funny though, therese eriksson asked me in 2023, "what gives you an erection? bdsm porn or childporn?". it doesnt get much more fucked up than that. what happens if you combine them? aborted fetus adrenochrome extraction porn, obviously.
now it gets more fun though, since i met bella in 2019, i have gotten around 42 police reports on me. why? that i ever get happy in any way is not allowed, i get punished 100x or even more. same thing happened with julia, my only other girlfriend. we were together from friday night to wednesday morning, then not much later they forced me into 3 whole months in closed psychiatric care.
for some reason ive now arrived at planet stupid. psyops all around.
elderly care. the last word basically doesnt exist, i heard already 10-20 years ago about mistreatment here. nothing much else exists in this "care".
the psychiatric system. how did they punish me there? gaslightning, torture, poisoning, lies, manipulation
the justice system. this and the previous one reminds of eachother. how? i remember asking a psychiatric staff how many rules they have to follow? he said "350". that sounded impressive. but there is nothing impressive about them on any level. with the incredulity of their treatment, they surely have 350 rules alone on how to close the doors to your room in inventive ways. the justice system is far beyond this. when i got reported for spitting at the staff. ill explain first, before i never got help to get into the closed psychiatric care, i had to fake either suicide or violence. if i said "im not feeling too good, i know it will get worse soon enough, please just help?"
they dont care about that. when they forced me to live in tullinge, each time i wanted to get in, the reason for it had to be worse and worse. the last time the ambulance staff asked "so you want to torch your apartment? we dont care. do you want to immolate yourself?" i had to oblige there. to junkies, life is like a computer game. and just like the mainstream media, they have to up the perversion and chaos all the time, or it stops being entertaining. and i wondered, could i ever get in again? whats possibly worse than self-immolation? so i had done the high score there, the only possible newer level was another suicide attempt.
anyway, i had much much more to write. ill leave you with a quotation. i got tired now, ill probably forget about this tomorrow, i also worked out about 5 hours per day at the very least when they put me away. since the poisonings this doesnt affect my physique in any way, i looked just as fat before they put me in. and im obviously not happy anymore.
"the difference between an ordinary man and a warrior, is that an ordinary man sees everything as a blessing or curse, and the warrior sees everything as a challenge"
i figured some days ago that im neither of this. im an artist. soothsayer. there is no challenge in it whatsoever. the torment of an artist is that basically no one cares. after decades years of constant hard work someone might open their eyes though. my mother said im a prophet. i realized finally my grandmother (and her mother) is proud of me.
and when theyd tortured me enough yesterday, i figured, so? they cant break me in any way. i mean, they can, but it doesnt matter. i mastered planet earth. got a new highscore. i won the olympics. i 120'd all skills. there is nothing left now. they can try all they want. i got 9 kids which are amazing and im proud of all of them.
the torment of a soothsayer is if someone ever cares, its usually someone in power who you critique. the more poignant truth, the more punishment you recieve.
if they do manage to break me in the future, and torture me owrse than 18 hour VCPTSD i still dont care. and the day afterwards ill just be inspired to create more beauty.
except, im not an artist anymore. the funny thing is, after 3 days of their torture, the bad went over 0db, and got so horrible, it wrapped around to good, and i got inspired. i dont care for this though.
lately all ive done is watch youtube videos, on tech and gaming. that makes me happy.
ive lost every single friend in my life. some are sorta my own fault, smartphones make me so sick, that eventhough i have 2 people i can call, its not worth it.
my friend since 20 years back stopped corresponding online when i got too healthy over 4 months ago. she never used to wait more than 89 days to say something.
even when i come back home in shambles theres not even a single peep from her. i know ive never meant anything to her. eventhough i gave her the world, all she wanted was my screams for help, worse than any sadist in the world. and any sadist would obviously leave you if youre both mentally and physically stable.
anyway, signing off, ...and if i fail? impossible, obviously.
MKULTRA project darkhalo #0016, subproject singing bird, android #063, first birth 1951 08/30 (polio vaccine scar) metalbunny, 1983 (this rebirth) waterpig, industrially produced 2007, goldpig. mental "disease" from being forced into neuroleptics for 20 years: VCPTSD. bloodgroup AA (amorphous androgynous) date of death: 2039 (56 years). date of divinity: 2411. rebirth 4195 7/29.