I found a clandestine TV transmitter and transponder in the attic of my mountaintop house! It is invisible to federal law enforcement, whereas all modern cellular phone have GPS devices and can be tracked easily.
by Richard L. Thornton, Architect and City Planner
The composite image above displays the reading from an electronic bug detector and plus the readings on a more sensitive electromagnetic frequency analysis device from three different frequencies of radio waves beaming into my living room. The red light on the right indicated that the electromagnetic energy was strong enough to be hazardous to human and animal health. The frequency analysis device is amazing. In another mode, it measures gravity waves. Right now the earth’s magnetism under my house is oscillating slightly.
The number, 2410 mhz, is highly significant. It is the boundary between Amateur Television Broadcasting and Broad Band One. The Federal Communications Commission never licenses transmitters or transponders in this boundary range. It is also unlikely that FCC investigators or FBI agents would look for illicit communications systems in this range. Earlier today, I was told by an FCC employee today that any transmitter or transponder in frequencies below (Amateur TV) or above (Broadband) 2410 would require a public hearing and an FCC license.
This chapter of the Chattahoochee Chronicles began on a beautiful spring day in 2021, after my sound magnifier arrived in the mail. It is commonly used for listening to and recording the sounds of wildlife, but proved to be useful for other purposes. I was testing it at the edge of my property. Suddenly a white pickup, typical of those used by some state law enforcement agencies, drove away from a neighbor’s house, which has been repeatedly used by the Habersham Sheriff’s Department for surveillance on my house, then parked about 30 feet from and 10 feet below me. I could see and hear him, but he couldn’t see me.
He called someone and introduced himself casually . . . but he talked like a law enforcement officer. To my astonishment, he began telling the other party which door he should use to break into my house to retrieve some sort of electronic device and download something into my computer. He told the criminal to use my side kitchen door.
I immediately called 911 for the Habersham Sheriff’s Dept. to report the planned crime . . . not that I expected them to do anything, but it would provide a recorded message that I could use in federal court. A grinning plain clothes detective came out, but refused to write a report. I still had the voice message to the 911 operator.
As many of you saw on Youtube, two weeks ago, someone unlocked that side door with a key as I was being interviewed on a national radio show. I had jammed the door from the inside, so the criminals tried to break the glass window. You can hear the thump sound of a hammer hitting the glass and then my dogs going bananas. The barking dogs scared off the assailants.
No . . . there is nothing in my life that I need to hide now or ever before, but in Virginia I played a significant role in sending a bunch of crooked cops to federal prison. They were partners with crooked cops in Georgia and Florida, running a drug pipeline to the Northeast. That was a long time ago, however.
I first heard hints of a clandestine communication network in the Southern Appalachians, while living in a tent in the Great Smoky Mountains during the winter of 2010. A Snowbird Cherokee man joked that the meth dealers and Nazi’s had a mountaintop communication system that the Feds will never find. At the time, I assumed that he meant “smoke signals”. The most expensive fugitive hunt ever carried out by the FBI occurred in the late 1990s and early 2000s – mostly within western North Carolina. The FBI accused local residents of protecting Olympic Games Bomber Eric Rudolph. What they didn’t realize was that he was also being helped considerably by rightwing TVA police officers and USFS Law Enforcement Rangers, who could listen to the FBI’s radio communications.
It wasn’t faulty wiring after all
When I first moved to this fixer-upper house in May 2018, I immediately noticed that one circuit breaker was constantly shutting off even though it seemed to only support four single bulb light fixtures. I asked the electrician, working for me, to fix the problem. He said that it was merely a “weak spring,” but he couldn’t replace that breaker. Not true.
The behavior of the “weak spring” circuit breaker improved radically, when a new HVAC system was installed in the attic. That was odd, since the bad electrical circuit was not attached to the HVAC. Since then the circuit breaker has still flipped during electrical storms or when I turn off the lights in the kitchen. (Go Figure). I tried twice to get other electricians out here when the pandemic let up some, but both immediately asked me if I voted for Trump. After I said no, they both refused to work here.
Well, heck, I had three quarters of electrical engineering at Georgia Tech and have been constantly involved with construction since age 14. I bought the latest gadgetry for analyzing circuits and searching for shorted wires. It is the same device that one uses for finding electronic bugs. I did find three dead wires, but did not find any shorted wires, but my device went bonkers in the center of the living room over the weekend. There was enough radiation there to be hazardous to my health. That did not make any sense other than perhaps there was an exposed wire in the living room chandelier.
My bug detector does not distinguish between radio waves and electrical waves . . . nor various wave lengths of radio waves. Also, it would not discern between the radiation from a Smart Meter and another source in the house. I had to order a Electro-magnetic Frequency Analyzer, which was quite a bit more expensive than a bug detector.
Within seconds after turning on the Frequency Analyzer, I was shocked. The SmartMeter was sending out EM waves, but few were getting through the walls. However, there was so much electromagnetic energy that it was almost equivalent to sticking one’s head in a microwave oven. Even more surprising was the EMW were Broadband Waves like what is used in cable TV and the internet. I cut off each electrical circuit, one at a time, until I confirmed that the “weak spring” circuit breaker wires were the ones serving the radio transponder.
I have one remaining problem. How am I doing to disconnect the faulty electrical wiring from the transmitter, when almost all the wiring is running through a wall? We will let you know, when I solve that problem!
One good thing came out of this
There has been a young man at my neighbor’s house all week, hacking into my computer. He is probably an intern from the Criminal Justice program at the University of North Georgia at the Habersham Sheriff’s Department. He is definitely, though, a rank amateur, because I immediately know when he has attached to my phone and internet service. It messes up my pointer, so I can’t draw on CADD.
They want to know if I know that the Republicans are planning violent demonstrations later this month over the issue of employees and members of the military being required to have COVID19 vaccinations. A lot of fake Christian preachers are trying to whip up violent anger in their congregations . . . mostly Southern Baptist. The answer is yes.
WELL . . . I sent a copy of the proof of radio waves radiating from a location in this house to a friend in Federal Law Enforcement in Washington, DC. It wasn’t two minutes later that the young man was burning rubber with his pickup as he roared out of their driveway. He had a look of terror in his face . . . imagining that he was going to be arrested by the G-Men for illegal internet hacking. Funny!