The Brain and Cellular Phone Frequency Waves

I don’t feel free. Everyday I feel like, in some way, I’m fighting for freedom and independence.

Specifically though, this is really about cellular phones. Almost every morning (for about 5-10 years) like clockwork, I would wake up out of bed and walk to the kitchen, where my mother was usually making coffee.

The minute I would step into the kitchen, (every morning) my father would ring her cell phone. It was almost like he had a camera in the kitchen and knew the exact moment when I would step into it. I couldn’t understand how or why it was happening, but after a while, it became annoying and it upset me.

It doesn’t stop there.

If I’m in an office, or some place maybe at work, and a married woman comes into my space, her cell phone will ring and it will be her husband.

It feels like I’m being tracked, and I don’t feel free. Somehow, some way, it feels like I’m being tracked by the public use of cellular phones.

The other afternoon, I was driving on a local road, and I felt perfectly happy and in a good mood. My cell phone rang, it was my friend, and I was meeting her for lunch. At some point between when the phone rang and me picking it up and putting it to my ear, I felt this tingly shooting feeling in the top of my head in the front.

Immediately, my mood and emotions changed from perfectly happy to absolutely angry and borderline going crazy.

There have been days and nights when I’d be sitting in my bedroom watching television, and I’ll hear (not knowing at the time) cell phone conversations that take place the next day.

I don’t know what to do, or who to blame for this. Do you feel like your head is affected by cellular phone frequency waves?

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