Dark Site In Kern Medical Hospital

And they refer to it as "Telekinesis". Allow me explain to you know how that I know about it.  

It was in the year 2022 and I was moving into the Union Villa on South Union avenue in Bakersfield CA. It was my 1st night. I was standing in the bathroom of my room when silently someone approached me from behind and hit me between the back of my head neck and shoulders with a heavy object that felt like the top of a heavy duty toilet tank(indeed a vintage 1946 Holiday Inn toilet tank).

The force of the blow caused me to bend forward and as I did I began to laugh hysterically and I asked "What are trying to do now, kill me?"  The 1st blow was followed by 2 other blows and I became unconscious. 

The next thing that I recall was partially regaining consciousness in the back of an ambulance on my way to Kern Medical hospital. It was explained to me that I had been found in my room unconscious and unresponsive. I was told that they had put me in a box and attempted to transport me to San Bernardino but now I was being taken to Kern Medial hospital instead. 

I then felt a plastic funnel being forced and hammered down my throat and 1 vial after another of a strong vomit inducing agent being poured down my throat. I'm glad that I had skipped dinner. I was in and out of consciousness on the ride to Kern Medical and I heard a female voice say "That's 46 vials. That's enough you might kill him." followed by a male voice that stated "I have 100 vials and I am going to use them all."

I had been projectile vomiting for 5 minutes or more and the ceiling and the equipment in the back of the ambulance were drenched with vomit. It was raining and dripping vomit. All the while I was losing and regaining consciousness and I noticed that my hands had been sewn together with stainless steel wire.

My left palm was wired to the back of my right hand. They had used a very distinct and unique technique in accomplishing this. Taking my left palm facing upward they had pushed through and inserted the wire through the palm side of my left ring finger horizontally between the 1st and 2ond joints of my ring finger. Next they had pulled enough slack through the wound to reinsert it back down and push it down through the fleshy part of my left palm vertically just underneath my left middle finger. This insertion through my flesh was abut 1 1/2 inches long. Again they worked the wire through the 1st 2 insertions to acquire enough slack to then reinsert and push the wire through the back of my right hand at a 45 degree angle, pushing my left hand palm down onto the back of my right hand with another 1 1/2 long penetration of my body and then twisting the ends of the wire together and synching it tightly as possible with both of my hands in front of my body.

I lost consciousness. When I came to I found myself hanging in the air several feet off of the concrete floor somewhere in the bowels of Kern Medical hospital by a chain that had been laced through and between my wrists. Once again lost I consciousness. What seemed like hours turned into what seemed like days and after what seemed like 48 hrs., my bladder was full to the point of being painful. I called out that I had to urinate but there was no response from anyone and I didn't see anyone. So I decided to go ahead and pee and empty my bladder while hanging in mid air. 

Then I became angry and I began to pull and tug against the wires running through my hands and after a minute or 2 my flesh began to tear and I was able to rip all of the wire through my skin causing me to drop straight down landing toes 1st on the concrete floor without shoes causing me to break and dislocate many on the bones in both feet.  After that I couldn't even use a walker for about a month. The open wounds where I had ripped the wire through my own flesh resembled 2 pieces of cooked bacon side by side at the 3 places where they had sewn my hands together as they healed. My oldest son Bryan(Jungers) who has his own Google scholar page came to visit me in the hospital and he made the assessment by looking at my open wounds that it looked to him like I had been in a dark site.

After I had landed on the concrete floor at Kern Medical I lost consciousness again.

When I woke up I was in a room laying on a bed. It was a strange room with a lot of electrical gadgets attached to the ceiling and an electrical console and the walls appeared to undulate as if a giant paint roller was beneath the surface of the walls rolling back and forth.  The only person that I saw while I was in this room was a man with a long salt and pepper gray pony tail who introduced himself as "nurse Kimberly". When I asked him what the room was he answered; "Telekinesis". That was the most absurd thing that I have ever heard in my entire life.

I have shared this account with both CCHR and California State Medical Board without a reply or a response. Well I'm not going anywhere. I wonder what kind or type of a lawsuit I could have if the statute of limitations were waived. 

My experiences in Kern county CA from 2007 to 2025 need to be a matter of public record with my side of each and every situation taken into account. January 29th 2025, I moved to Hesperia California in San Bernardino county CA.

The culture in Kern county and especially the county seat of the city of Bakersfield California comes complete with many layers of subconscious ignorance which prevents people from getting down to the actual facts and the truth of the matters at hand. Back in 2013 when I found out that women down on south Union avenue would sell their body for 35 cents(the price of 1 cigarette at the liquor store on the corner of south Union avenue and adams st.), I surmised that: "Bakersfield wouldn't make a biblical Sodom".

January 29th 2025 I got out of Kern county with only my shorts and a new laptop computer. Everything that I owned was stolen from me after false statements were made about me to the police in Bakersfield that there had been 12 anonymous witnesses that stated that I had made them feel uncomfortable when I had only spoken to 2 people since I had moved in only a week before. I told officer Freeling of Kern county police; "Good. Go and interview each of the 12 anonymous witnesses and see what if anything that I had said or done that made them feel uncomfortable." That was at Vernon Gardens, 2603 Mount Vernon avenue in Bakersfield CA. 

The woman in charge who managed Vernon Gardens is named Nancy.

The next day the Bakersfield city police came and arrested me without explanation and took me to Kern Medical hospital where I was admitted into the psych ward where I had to remain for over a month causing me to be forced against my wishes into conservatorship which lasted a year. I had to live in a group home that was ran like a boot camp for delinquent teenagers. According to neurologist Doctor Birdi, the monthly injections of the psych med Risperdal, it was revealed via an MRI of my brain, have cause my brain to shrink substantially and I now have pre-Parkinson's disease. 

This all began in 2007 when officer Norris of the Kern county sheriffs turned in a 8 word cryptic policed report the said only "Wielding a knife and barking like a dog." Due to the culture of Kern county that ended up costing me being on a 180 day hold in CA state mental hospital in Norwalk California. 

Next in 2010 I spent 139 days in Lerdo county jail in pretrial for trespassing for watering my neighbor's dog. My home went into foreclosure and I was dispossessed. I was forced to move into and live in a Board and Care in Bakersfield where I stood out like a sore thumb. 

And I bounced around from Board and care to Board and care(7 in all) between the years from 2010 to 2025, forced against my will to attend monthly psychiatric appointments and forced against my will to take prescription psych meds under the penalty of being arrested which happened on multiple occasions. You get arrested and taken to Good Samaritan hospital where they really load you up with psych meds for 3 weeks or so.

It is so refreshing to be away from all of that now and away from culture with a a subconscious  allegiance to unenlightenment and ignorance.

From where I live(17892 Sycamore street Hesperia CA 92345) I can see the blue sky and all around out to Apple Valley and Victorville from the back yard and there isn't even a hint of the confusion of the Grapes Of Wrath that is Kern county and Bakersfield.