John Stormm has given me permission to write and talk about him on my forum and on this website. This is an article he wrote about himself on Facebook that I would like to share. It has pictures that he took. I am proud to say he is a member of Super Soldier Forum
On Tuesday morning, about 9:50am while coming southwards down North Military Trail, from Publix Market on my way home with some groceries: I was struck from behind and on my left side as I was crossing with the light on Clint Moore Road, by a white minivan. The driver was a stocky built man with curly brown hair, about 5'8" tall. I was knocked between 20 - 30 feet westwards off from the crosswalk, with my head pointed east. It was a sunny Florida morning. Visibility excellent. I only remember the loud CRUNCH of the van hitting me, and then I remember trying to get up from being face down, off the hot asphalt. My "inner voice" was urging me to get back up on my feet as quickly as possible. I felt in grave danger. My right wrist and thumb were already swelling from trying to make a three-point landing (by instinct). A number of scrapes from the unforgiving asphalt landing were on both hands, right elbow, and both knees. My right knee was slightly dislocated and snapped back into position as I stood and stretched to align my skeleton. My first words were: "That fucking hurts!" (Obviously, it did.) No bones were broken, but being a first generation MKULTRA, that was going to take more than a minivan to do. I'm NOT being "arrogant", just truthful. This was neither my first nor my fifth time in such a condition. Experience has taught me MUCH. My "inner voice" (not "hearing voices", just survival instincts) was telling me NOT to trust this man, nor for ANY reason to get into his van with him. He is facing me, hands shaking. I imagine as tall as I am and getting up like that was intimidating, not withstanding the car accident and damage to his front end. Just a thought. He handed me back my sunhat, which stayed at the crosswalk as I went flying westwards up Clint Moore Road. His first words were an obvious lie: "I'm SO sorry! I didn't see you there!". He offered to take me to a hospital to get checked out. I searched myself again: No broken bones, only scrapes and "road rash" and my seizures were starting to onset because of the pain. My whole left side ached. My groceries were destroyed, but I could not go back to the store today. I had to get home and rest... NOW! My narcolepsy was trying to claim me, but I could not trust anyone there. No hospital needed, they'd get paid BIG and I'd still hurt the whole time. He offered to take me home. But "home" was acrossed Clint Moore Road at Mizner Court Apartments. I was NOT getting in that van. He went into CVS Pharmacy to the ATM to get some money. I didn't really want any from him, but he paid for the damaged groceries. And offered at least to take me back to Publix Market to get more, but again, I was NOT getting into that van. I said no, and that I would just go home across the street and clean up and rest, no problem... My name is John Stormm... and he just shoved $60 into my hand and left without saying his name. I came back to the scene the next morning and took pictures to document for my own files. I'm sending out DVDs of data I've collected. With everything I'm enduring with the disease, the hacked medical files, the "accidents", tampered with drugs and all... it's ONLY a matter of time for me. But I will have this information out and people will have some idea of what this life is REALLY like.
John Stormm, 1st generation MKULTRA survivor
Wednesday, July 13th, 2016