Contact me through JPAY.com — Craig Jacobsen, Prison ID #353588, Arizona State Prison Complex Eyman.

Memory, Drugs, and Decline

I’m slowly losing the fragile integrity of my memory, thoughts, and behavior. I stumble over words in conversation or even in self-dialog. Sometimes, I don’t know where I am.

My IQ has suffered after years of absurd, forced injections of massive doses of psychotropics. These drugs have damaged my mind and body. They remain stored in my fat tissue, releasing slowly into my bloodstream for life — making me look like an idiot and possibly preventing me from fathering healthy children.

Years of cell isolation and a sedentary lifestyle have left me a mental and physical wreck.

Cannibalism and Dr. Camp

Interestingly, my psychiatrist, Dr. Jakob Camp, once studied human cannibalism among Pacific Islanders in New Zealand. He was preparing a classified paper for the government on identifying and capturing cannibals worldwide. He asked me to sit in groups with inmates who engaged in cannibalism.

One inmate bragged about killing people and masturbating with their feces. Another described using wooden skewers to roast human organs on a hibachi, marinating them to taste like wild game. Another told how he cut off a penis, slid a dowel through it, and roasted it like a hot dog. Yet another killed young girls and had sex with their corpses until the stench forced him to bury them.

Ginger Rios, Christina Martinez, and Richard Harmon

The two girls I was convicted of killing — Ginger Rios and Christina Martinez — often smoked marijuana soaked in embalming fluid (“sherm”), which has PCP-like effects. Their preliminary autopsies showed drug use.

Richard Harmon, the manager I hired for my stores, was stealing computers from Phoenix offices and shipping them to New Jersey and California. He was working with the two girls, generating tens of thousands of dollars in illegal profits.

Law enforcement and criminals don’t mix. I’ve been manipulated and played like a fiddle. Agents have resources and training I could only imagine, and they’ve engineered a place for me in hell.

Ultrasound and Technology

Currently, I believe I’m being exposed to ultrasound — something most people cannot fathom. This technology controls my thoughts, actions, and visual perceptions.

E-SYSTEMS in Colorado Springs, Colorado, can direct journalists to sonar transducers originally for submarines that interfere with dolphins and whales. These same frequencies can disrupt human biology.

The Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals in San Francisco has investigated and ruled that this technology is vital to national security. Raytheon has its own version — as dangerous as a hydrogen bomb. These frequencies can sync to disrupt all biometric function, destroying life. Havana Syndrome may be a modern version.

Organized Crime Connections

Concerning Ralph Staino, an Italian mob boss: while hiding in the Dominican Republic during the 1980s to evade murder indictments in Philadelphia, he fathered a son. Ralph asked me to find his former girlfriend there and offer help. I did, without his wife or daughter knowing.

My ex-wife once stabbed a man at a party in Duxbury, Massachusetts, in October 1995. Everyone there was intoxicated.

A friend of mine once buried an organized crime victim in Santa Cruz. We borrowed a flashlight from Clint Eastwood’s hotel late at night to see in the mist while digging the grave. I returned the flashlight in 1996.

I feel like a schlemiel.

Family and Isolation

It has been 30 years without contact from my family, my Russian son, or my American daughter. My daughter Zoe is only a year older than my son. I don’t know where they are, but I hope they are prosperous and guided by God toward good character.

I feel old. I’ve been incarcerated for decades with only one true friend — Harland Embree. He plans to visit me this summer. Harland lost his wife Angela after decades of marriage. He had a blue diamond lab-grown from her cremated remains, which he wears in his ring. He tells me they had an incredible ride together, traveling the world, even to Palestine.

Without Harland, I’d be lost in misery. Today, he is the wisest person I know and I communicate with him weekly.

Peace out.