todd partridge

Hello, and thank you for reading this post. I’m writing this because I am in desperate need of help. My life is in danger. Their is a culture in this world that’s the most powerful culture… ever. Don’t believe me? I don’t blame you. This is very difficult to believe and tough to swallow, but, please, read on. Though this may be difficult it as of one day may be of use to you.

The reason you may not have heard of this culture is that it is a secret culture and it does a very good job of hiding itself. It also protects itself by secrets darker than you can imagine and is above any rule or law.

The apparent primary force of the culture is forced sexual rotation. The effect of rotating sexual in a short period time has been discovered to give them a great sense of self-worth. On the front some might say, “What’s wrong with this?” But it is much more than that. Searchlight’s (that’s the name of the culture [it's an internal name really]) primary motive is protecting a drug – the most powerful drug ever created. Used in combination with sex it can provide the highest of highs that will last for days. This drug is vicous in it’s disguise. The net effect of the drug being to make a person feel good all the time. What’s wrong with that? Well, the side effect of the drug is that it makes them completely incapable of realizing when they are doing wrong. Even worse they seem to enjoy doing wrong, seeing people hurt, it somehow gives them a connection back to humanitiy. How do they protect the drug? EVERYONE becomes a part of their culture, there is no choice. When they say to do something, you do it without question. And they enforce it with absolute ruthlessness and no regard to humanity.

My name is Todd Partridge. I began initiation in the cult in January 1st 2005, four and a half years ago as of this time of this writing. I have seen some terrible things from this culture and have refused to comply to it. This is my story, it will be difficult to believe.

Searchlight, NV mid-2006

I first learned of this culture while living in a small town in the southern tip of Nevada 60 miles south of Las Vegas. Ironically, where it all started. The people there were odd to me: full of energy but very evasive of me like they were hiding something. After being in the town for about a year, I noticed at one time their energy begin to fade and a glumness/remorsefullness surround just about everyone in the town. Only did I find out later when someone is being initiated into the culture and they turn down a sexual rotation that person can no longer sexually rotate. It’s mathmetical in design with new people being sent reoccuringly. This lady didn’t want to rotate. She had made a mistake of sleeping with a Searchlighter (people who sleep with Searchlighters are automatically initiated) and didn’t want to leave him )or was too frightened to flee away). I met this lady a couple times. She seemed like a decent person, scared, but a good person. This went on a couple weeks and the mood in the town went from regretful to outright anger. I began noticing a guy who was getting a lot of nudging from the guys, and a lot of teasing from the girls. He was suffering immersurably. This was her ‘handler’ (temporary boyfriend), I found out later. When the wan of the town hit a new low, I could sense a “something is going to get done or else” mentality. Her ‘boyfriend’ took her to a bar where she was to be given one last chance to rotate sexaully. She refused. After a few polite gestures, “well-then” like statements with muffled, put-on laughs, and a bit of time, her handler asked her is she’s like to take a walk. During the walk down highway 95, a good way away from any people she was pushed in front of a semi going 50 MPH. he story the next morning to all kinds of cheery, inwardly-laughing faces was that she walked in front of a semi. Nobody albe to look me in the eye, but muffled-smiles unending. Everything was normal to them again. This was my first taste of this culture.

Initiation January 1st, 2005

I don’t agree with this culture. I’ve seen friends become foreign entities, other lives destroyed. To me, my induction was also a failure that had me running from this town. But this culture is everywhere, and they have more power than can possibly be known. Everywhere I went I was shocked to find people sent after me. I was so shocked that it became difficult to think. Even to the point of later being so badly paralyzed I began to forget things. To enforce this culture to them, there is no persuasion strong enough, no act unthinkable.

I lasted three months in Searchlight when the initiation began. My job as bartender becoming one big parade of sexual rotations sent in front of me. My job as bartender lasted only two months, after that I lived with a friend. During which time I was bombarded with code. She is a great person and I appreciate her helping me but she got pounded hard as the sexual reserves began to dry up. She is a nervous type and would rapidly fire off code to me (yeah, this culture has a code that they talk representing asking for sexual favors). If you get to know the code, you can actually turn down a sexual rotation and defend yourself. Being as petrified as I was, I didn’t learn this until a good two years later. I would at times leave Searchlight, hop in my car and go to the middle of nowhere just to get a break. This angered them more and one time when I returned I found all my tires slashed the next morning. I decided then it was time to get out of town.

The next year was less paltry than the beginning and certainly less paltry than they are now. I lived with my parents a few months, and got to work a job, which (looking back) I quite enjoyed. My lady friend and I again talked and we agreed to go back to Searchlight. My lady friend had decieved me though (herself being deceived) into me living in to Salt Lake City. I stayed there a few months then traveled and lived with my brother until March 2006. All this was not uneventful though. My family was intimidated and initiated into Searchlight and forced to do some terrible things to me. I don’t blame them, never will. My brother was getting to a breaking point though (by Searchlight’s pushing) and because I couldn’t hold a job no more because people just kept intimidating me, I decided to leave and go back to Salt Lake City. Possibly the worst mistake of my life.

When I had no where else to go but to live on the streets. The money dried up pretty quickly. They had a good shelter after all… my lady friend had told me. Searchlight’s influence there was strong and I began to see if very quickly. Tactics became even more severe, dozens and dozens of sexual prospects being sent to me on a given day was not uncommon, plus people being sent after me just to intimidate me. This eventually lead me out of the shelter which became to impossible to live in. I found a dirty pad right by the interstate were no other human would possibly go and began to live there. Not too long after, other campers arrived, tools of the culture. And here I began to find out their power. Things I did there would be brought up to me in offhand ways like by someone walking by me and saying, “I didn’t get a chance to eat last night, and could have used a good dinner” (like what just had happened to me), and nobody being able to look me in the eye. I went about the city, pertrifyied even more. I got a hand on a few dollars and bought a radio to help spend the time where I camped, and began to swear that annoucers, talk-show hosts were talking to me. They’d describe things in fake stories that would ressemble my surroundings. Some of the would go psychotic and begin talking real fast and intimidating, and they wouldn’t stop, leading me to turn off the radio. This is when I began to understand how powerful/desperate/insane this culture is. I remember a quote once that said, “If you control the communication in the country, you control the country.” They had a camera on me and were broadcasting me to the town.

At this point you might be saying that I’m absolutely nuts, and I wouldn’t blame you, I wouldn’t want to believe this either, that people are capable of these type of things, that it doesn’t really serve a purpose. I couldn’t believe it either, it doesn’t serve any purpose whatsoever, not for a healthy society. I had to learn to admit that there are people out there that do these type of things, that do them just for power, people so concerned about themselves that anyone else can go straight to hell, “Fact is stranger than fiction”

Hell Begins

This was a year and seven months into it. I had gotten a break and won $50 and decided to get a room for the night and enjoy it. I turned on the tv and Jay Leno was on. They had a guest that was from Salt Lake City and it seemed odd because she wasn’t a celebrity. She began to talk real strange, intimidating, rapid, and bursting and I couldn’t even understand her. At time time, I swear Jay Leno looked right at me. I frooze, but I could swear his eyes were pinpointed were pinpointed right at me. I quickly turned off the tv and went to bed were a fire alarm periodically went off in the night.

I began to feel pretty weak after this. I had gotten a bit of hypothermia and walking three blocks was a monsterous task, but the culture was unrelenting and continuously pounding. Having dozens of sexual proposals a day was not unusual even during this. By this time I had been in SLC for 8 months and I began to worry how much farther I would make it, so I decided my best bet was to tell the truth and began telling all who attacked me that it hurt to have sex. This turned out to be a big mistake. By this time almost the entire city of SLC had stopped rotating sexually. I began seeing the same type of anger I had before the girl was killed. They were sympathetic before because I was panic-stricken, but took it, but now quickly people became angry fast. This spread pretty fast and I became afraid to go anywhere. One last ditch effort was made to inugurate me, the most beautiful women was sent my way who coaxed me like never before. She walked away comingly and there was nothing I wanted more but to follow her. Possibly one of the harder things I’ve had to bear to bear in my life. Sex really did hurt, it just wasn’t that pleasant after a mistake I made during my college years. The most gorgeous women were sent after me time and time again and I almost hated myself as I had to bow my head. This also led to disaster. At the end of the week, as the handler knowing were I was sleeping, had stationed his suv just down the road. The handlers usually with a group of friends would walk by me an take a jab at me in their code at the end of the week on Saturday night. When I approached I saw a blank, anger, without remorse, face, shooting right a me. He gunned his suv to full to full throttle and turned into me. By some God-given strength, I was able to dive out of the way at the last second, being missed by no exaggeration by a few inches. I froze there for quite some time. He didn’t blink as he came toward me and speed away like I wasn’t even there. Things went from bad to near death.

My health was bad at this time but still recoverable if I could get the type of break I needed. I still didn’t know that I could say no to the sexual-rotation – it had never really been presented to me and the things I did know began to be forgotten here because panic almost became a perminent state. My health declined after a short respite and the three block walk to the library became a near impossible task. Approaching a year and ten months, things became even worse. People were still being sent after me all the time, but mostly there were just coded threats. Them with a smile on there face in the aura of protecting or helping, but attacking with code, like they got away with something an enjoying it. After they’d leave, I’d feel a pieve of me had been taken away. A quiet din surrounded the town. People ignored me like I wasn’t there and then at the last second as they passed I’d get a conceiled glare in their eyes. They had a different plan now. Rotations always renew on Sundays and on Monday I began to get it. Everyone began making hand gestures as I walked by them. At first with some it was casual, later they became violent. People began to smirk. I got my first taste of what was to come when I went to eat at the public shelter. I left and began to feel weak and dizzy. A good person there told me to “hold on” is was the first evidence of real human contact I’ve had in a long time. I had been poisoned. The next day I got poisoned again. For the next two months, I got poisoned frequently. This had happened before a couple times. This drug is vicious. It goes right to your heart and begins to thump it hard. You lose sense of orientation, depth-perception becomes real difficult and a tight squeezing pain cramped my heart. I bent over most of the day. The poisoning continuued on and off for several weeks but the negative treatment continuued. It was like I wasn’t human, most people smirked at me, acting like I didn’t exist. I became afraid for my life and, regretfully, saying things in a desperate effort to save myself. I began shouting at people that sex hurts and to please leave me alone, and (hmm) if you kill me I’m not going alone. I was incredibly weak at the time and anything I did took tremendous effort. Other cruelities came along, I was left waiting in line for hours, checking a book out at the library, someone would leave and not come back, insults with the code (which I later learned were calling be gay) were done all the time. They’d act friendly but be laughing inside as they attacked me with the code. The plan, I would learn later was to scare me out of the city. When I became so nervous and hopeless, the later called pipe bomb was set off. With the state I was in, it put me at wits end. With the power and control these guys have these things just don’t happen. I was freaked out and got on the metro to return to get some rest when a lady on the metro began freaking out to freak me out. I couldn’t take it. I got off the bus, walked to get the shelter food and said, “I’ll do anything you want me to do. I’ll leave the city if I have to.” The next morning, I went to the park were they gave out day-old donuts and coffee. That drug I told you about before (the one that seizes the heart) they put a massive dose in the coffee. It took about a half-hour to get to me and I became paralyzed, could’n't move. The pain in my chest so intense I thought I was going to die. Everybody in the park avoided eyes with me, no one would come near me. I lay humped up on the ground wondering if this was it. Not too long after, a good person came along. A police officer who probably knew this was going to happened and someone fit to his superior position, asked me if I needed help. Sadly, I failed. I was so suspicious at the time and distrustful, I dummly told him no, and spent the rest of the day completely helpless The next day I decided to ask for the gracious help of my parents (who I deeply regretted asking for help). I went directly to the bus stop and went to the phone. My first try it started to ring and then was abruptly cut off. I tried a different call collect service and got a representative that laughed at me and pretty much said, “Are you sure you want to do this?”. Though shocked by the phone block, their power, and scope, I could have been told anything here and said yes. I talked to my Dad for the first time in about a year and all I can tell you is my parents are amazing people. My Dad in an understanding voice said he’d look into and that I’d have to call him back. I hung up and everybody in the bus station was looking at me out of the corner of their eye and they were mad. I called back the disappointing, condescending operator put me through. He got me a bus ticket but warily talking I became afraid, “Had they gotten him too?”. I had to endure the whole day waiting for the bus with scowls at me. A few people were leaving and enjoying to do so, this was honest and a pleasure to see. Real people, real emotions, I hadn’t seen that in quite some time. A lady appeared at the Greyhound ticket counter that some people indirectl pointed to. She was beautiful with the most sympathetic face and looked directly at me. What a beauty in a moment. I could have lived there forever. She was going to Boise and there was mention that she had ordered two tickets though she was alone. There were beckons for me to approach, and say something like, “Yeah, I’m with her”. They wanted me a part of this culture, under their control. No matter, how much I wanted to do this, I couldn’t. I needed rest, I needed to recuperate. Whoever you are beautiful lady, I hope you are doing well.

The bus-ride home was uneventful. A couple of culture tricks which I dodged by spending most of the time sleeping. When I got off the bus, I met my Dad and we left like we were on a meeting. He took me to a BBQ place (pretty much foricbly) and I was carefully scrutinized by the local Searchlighter gurus. When I got home I got a little talk from my parents – they were apprehensive. I felt bad. They held up good under tremedous pressure, but they had been bent pretty hard… they had gotten to my parents too. I think they told them and showed them when I began to react bad in SLC. In fact, I think all Searchlighters were shown. They were scared too. This is a trick of this culture, as I said, “Control the communications of a country…”. A no check and balances propaganda machine. I curried out of their as was humanly possibly still needing sleep. When I could, I went downstairs and decided to watch a little TV and go to sleep. And was flipping the channels accross a news station when I came across the biggest surprise of my life, a lady anchor on CNN seized and looked right at me. I freaked out and turned off the tv.

A long road to recover (sortof)

Part of the agreement with my parents was that I had to work to get on my feet again. I really needed rest but for a warm place and food and a much better degree of protection, I could not argue. I began applying for jobs and got a job at Cracker Barrel but this too turned out to be a culture setup. I was again propositioned, insulted when I declined, and the four months I worked there were hell. My parents went to live in their new place, leaving this place all to me. I quit my job and barely left the place for a year. After about a year, I began to recover. I began learning things again, was able to collect my mind to a degree and wasn’t worried that I was going to die anymore. Things weren’t easy still. You either join this culture or you die and the intimidation continuued. Bugs were put in my home. And everything I did was watched and scrutinized. The bugs also have clickers so if I broke the code a noise went off. I was still recovering and this noise was considerably better than before, so I took it. But at the time I still knew very little about the code, learning was very very slow. I spent most of my time on the computer, which is my love and life. Something that is so totally logical helped me get my thinking back. But six months after my parents left, I began to notice odd things happening on my computer and I began to understand that people could see me through the built in camera. I was devasted. I began to spend alot of the time with a news station on because I wanted people to learn what was going on. But they in turn were threatened and with smiley faces on and code. They TV annoucers/reporters kept putting more and more pressure on till finally people were forced to do violent hand actions and talking loud, quick bursts. About a year after my parents had left the attacks increased signifigantly. On a paticular Sunday they forced the new handler (usually a new unductee that is least capable of defeding themselves) on me. Sunday is the teaching day of the new handler, were a group of Searchlighers come together and teach intimidating techniques. Sundays are terrible becuase everyone would be attacking me. On one Sunday in later November 2007 they got really gung-ho and by early evening I was so frazzled that I became angry. At this point they would click the device on any words that anyone would say, even on commercials. The device must have gone off a few thousand times that day and I decided to fight back. What I knew about the culture I published on a web page and distributed to a good 5 or 6 people, and hell came back again.

The next week following the postings, torture began. New bugs had been put in my home that have a directional sound emitter. For the first two months after the postings the torture device was left on consistently (24/7) making it impossible to think and me trying to find any ways or means to block it. I’d wrap towels around my head and stuff tissue paper in my ears but they helped little. There was a constant hum in my head (besides from the emitter) and my ears hurt very bad. After the two months, the constant torture was replaced with sonic blasts whenever was code was done even if it was not meant as code (code that would bump my non-sexual class, sexual proposal code…). I was signalling all the time here now that I knew good part of the code. In fact for the last two years I’d been signal quite a bit. At this time, I’d say there would be days I’d signal thousands of times a day. But because I still froze around people that used the code and couldn’t defend myself and because it is Searchlight policy to always push more or more until they get it or are dead, I began getting attacked for just about anything: grabbing scissors, looking at things, letting my head settle on my hand (touching the jaw)… Over the past year the attacks have amplified more. I’ve been tortured for sleeping on my front, breathing loudly, laughing. For awhile, if I woke up in my sleep the torture device automatically went off and at one point it got so bad my ears would ring for a good four hours.

During November a year later (3 years, 11 months into it) I got a computer as a gift. My family knows how much i like them and that I’m good with them so they went out of their way to try and help me in anyway they could. Their gift may have helped save my life as it gave me something valuable to do, something I could be productive with and share. But some people didn’t like this. Afraid, I’m guessing, that I was going to use it to tell more people about their culture. I had five break-ins in the next five weeks where they put god knows how many bugs. Their reasoning, I think, to read everything I read and wrote, to not only know I’m talking about Searchlight but be able to attack more and keep my supressed. On the fifth time they put female hormone in at least the sugar (possibly more) and everything began to fade. I almost blacked out, and my body became very soar. They had done this once before, before my parents left they had got groceries for me that Searchlighters somehow poisoned. How do I know it was female hormone? Because after some months of eating this food my jaw became a sharp V, I had no energy, people starting calling me gay (and not in an insult type of way). I got angry again, but probably for the first time, I didn’t feel guilty about it. Before it was like a forced guilt, they come across like I should trust them. Now I could see their actions were meant to hurt. Except for one or two people in last year, I had not told anyone about Searchlight.

This section will hard to believe. If you haven’t found yourself able to suspend disbelief at this point, I’d recommend you not read this section.

During Christmas break I was visiting my parents. I was real excited to be able to get away from the bugs for awhile but found out quickly that they had bugged my parents place too. During the day around other people it wasn’t too bad but at night it was difficult to go to sleep as the attacks on my breathing came more often. One day when we went to play a little golf and saying something before a putted i got a painful blast in the ear. This is when i first learned that they had put bugs in my ears. I previously had used headphones fairly successfully to block out the painful bursts, and now there were bugs in my ears. I was heart broken not only for me, but for my Mom who was right there. After I got home, I discovered the device has a hammer that would occasionally drop on my eardrum and is very painful.

Since then, and this is going to be the really hard thing to believe…

Since then, they’ve put me in the gay group to get me mad. I have nothing against gays except that a good number of them are complient and suggetive, in other words, will to shirk their own beliefs, and incapable of standing up and doing the right thing. Which is exactly what Searchlight wanted. Before, my parents had been my handlers and were doing a good job helping me learn the code and getting me in health to defend my self by those that do the code on me. Geneally handlers are local but if you have a contact with them every week they can be done remotely. Searchlight but an end to this. They began sending gays after me on a regular basis on no other means of getting me mad. And mad I did get. I took for the first part of 2009 but by the middle of the year I just got angry. It began obvious to me at this time that they weren’t trying to help me. For the past couple months when the pain gets read bad I’ve been telling people my story. And in the last month they have put bugs in my body. They spent a week sending sexual proposals after me (some beautiful ladies, and a couple gays ). When I didn’t comply, new bugs were put in my place and now the bugs are in my body. They are capable of creating a tremedous amount of pain. I got one on my heart that beats automatically all the time mostly and automatically goes up when my blood pressure rises (need to concentrate, have to do physical work). I got some in my joints that will occasionally pop my joints. These are very painful. They just recenly put ones on my balls that I can at times feel pain deep into my groin and down my leg. The last month and a half, I’ve been telling people my story. This is where you are now. I don’t know how many people know what is going on, but I thought you had the right to know. The right to be able to defend yourself. And maybe possibly you can help me. If there is anything you can do, I’d sincerely appreciate it. Please, email at Partridge.Todd@gmail.com for anything: any help you can do, any questions, I’d be glad to hear from you. Thank you for your time.