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Farm Theory

February 03, 2012 By: kajay Category: Farm Theory

Behavior can be understood and predicted in direct proportion to the facts available. These facts include–


What do our tormentors look like?

  • How do they feed? Breed? Move? Give birth?
  • What intelligence do they possess? What motivates them?
  • Why are they here? And, finally, “Why me?”

Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs

Every creature is motivated by survival: That means water first, then food, and then sex. From single cell to complex organism, that remains the same. If one of this powerful motivational triad is threatened, we, meaning the gamut just mentioned, will do ANYTHING to make sure we have it. Click here to learn more about this useful tool for understanding what motivates other people–and probably critters too.


Before a population can settle in a new place, they must first choose it where they want to live. Once they choose it, they must take the ground.


Once the ground is taken, the new population must settle in and find ways to ensure their ability to survive and THRIVE.


Some organisms are loners, as are humans. Others have learned that it benefits them to work together, in a community or colony. Not all the critters who find us are colony critters, but I think the morg are. I haven’t made all the pieces fit yet, and I’m not trying to force them to, as that would not help me, or anyone else. If anything, I lean toward conservatism when it comes to conclusion jumping. It’s one of few areas in my life where I think inside the box is best, at least until the box has enough data in it to start rummaging through it. That said, I am always trying to figure out (as are you) what is happening to us and why.

Physical Reality/Unreality

Some things that work on a human scale would never work on a microscopic scale, but others, some physical principles, certainly do. However, it is probable that other things that are true on our scale are acted out daily within the morg’s world. I have seen behavior through my microscope that suggests (though I think it does more than that, I will not ask you to agree with me) that the critters care about their young, protect their queen, will fight like demons if threatened, make love in a remarkable way, give birth even more strangely (to me) and have no concept of us at all other than as the providers of their homes. We are the ‘burbs.

Their World

We are their source of everything. Without me, for example, they must find YOU. I do not think this is the first choice of a contented member of a morg population. I believe that they work very hard to “make the ground livable.” If you lived in a bountiful farm land, would you want to leave it to start over elsewhere? I think the answer would only be yes when the present “community” (me) no longer provides what their mature community needs. In other words, when, and this isn’t pretty, they have used us up. Because the morg have not learned how to sustain us as a provider. They are as inefficient with our bodies as we are with the Earth. They consume, and they replace only what they need in the short term. Do they know? I have no idea. But this seems to be how they do business.

Fungal Farm

So how do they turn us into a bountiful farm land? The answer is simple: They plant and cultivate and grow and harvest what they need. When I came to this theory finally it explained so much. It may not be RIGHT, but it would dot some i’s and cross some t’s for me.


1. The military. Take a beachhead (lesion) and dig in deep. From this point, mount and support future operations. (black speck and globe fiber mites)

2. The settlers – Once the area is secure, build homes (in and under our skin, in our tear ducts, wherever we do not know how to prevent it). (ovoid nasty biters)

3. Clear/cultivate land (that’s us, dears).

4. Plant a crop. And what might that crop include??? The answer is, it will include whatever they can grow on us by varied means, that will in turn feed their GFood parasites, fungal host parasites, and fungi themselves. A farm, my friends.


Bypass Denial

January 30, 2012 By: kajay Category: F-Zymes, Morgellons

These things exist in accordance with the same behavioral mandate that drives all humans:

Above all – SURVIVE.

I am always, as are most people, reluctant to move away from “This can’t be happening” (denial). On the other hand, I fight the temptation to believe too easily. In addition, I try to avoid belief based on emotion, especially, in this case, the emotion of fear. I am a data seeker. I want, NEED, facts. But what facts do I have from which to hypothesize? to draw conclusions? I have plenty. They might mean something only to me, because they fall outside of what I think most people want to believe, outside what my doctor, pest control operator, and dermatologist know and, in some cases, want to believe or can find in their premier trade publications and encyclopedias.

These “things” have made me question my sanity, and also question the prescription in my reading glasses! They are so beautiful, so remarkable, that it is hard to hate them until they bite me again, often but not always without breaking my skin. Only when they break the skin and a dot of fresh blood appears on the surface do those with me believe, and then they only believe the bite, because only a sufferer knows the whole story.

Watching the critters through the lens of a microscope confirms to me their power as opponents. That they respond – often so quickly – to stimuli explains why they adapt to our many protocols, why we must keep changing what we do in order to maintain momentum in our battle against them.


Blue Boy

January 07, 2012 By: kajay Category: Blue Boy

Tuesday, April 14, 2009, 9:25 PM

I had three computer crashes occur in the same day. I run a lot of protective programs on my computer plus I installed a surge protector on our circuit board (replacing two unused circuit breaker spaces), so my computer NEVER crashes… Except 3 times in one night about a month ago (March 2009) when I photographed Blue Boy (see below) and two other critters that behaved more like people than bugs. Three times I photographed remarkable creatures and in each case, just before I closed the scanner so I could save the files from RAM to the hard drive, my computer just went black. Off. Not a crash. It was like when you just pull the power cord out. Blip. Anyhow, here’s the story of one of them and what happened that blew my mind:

Within a month before the Blue Boy incident, I solved (to my own satisfaction) one of the colored fiber puzzles. I’m still not certain of the why or how, but I have figured out the what:

Bright New PJs >> Bright New Critters

Around Christmas of 2008, I bought new pajamas in a fabric that sanitizes well (a polyester). I selected clothes in bright colors that I did not previously have in my wardrobe, all distinctly different from anything else in my wardrobe. Specifically, the colors included lime green, orange, a medium purple, hot pink, and a aqua. After I wore each new pair of PJs, I would find fiber mites for up to two weeks after that whose exterior fibers were the same color as the pajamas.

The first time it happened (before, not this time), I rolled my eyes, because I had just read the Morgellons Watch posts about us creating the critters from the fibers of our clothing.

What Happened

One night, I was using Photoshop Elements and my Digivision camera microscope to record some active (moving and biting) specimens I was finding that night. I have forgotten the specifics of the second and third incidents, because the first is the one that blew my mind. It is the one I will describe. Blue Boy One pair of the new PJs was a light bright turquoise–a bit darker than swimming pool water.

Typically my critters’ exoskeletons have dirty white fibers. And no, that is not the color of my clothing! For some reason that has always been their color. So this marked a significant change in the behavior of the organisms, not just a change of sleep wardrobe for me.

I had already removed several specimens that had pale neutral fibers. Each was biting, and each was moderately active, but not enough to make videos out of the stills. At that point in my disease process, that was pretty much same old, same old.

Until I removed one that was light blue. The color alone was unusual. The first blue one shocked me, but then I found more, and more. Finally I chose a fat nearly round blue one because its black dot eyes, 3 pair of legs, and tiny black anal “C” proved to me that it was an insect – NOT lint. I positioned the microscope straight over where I had placed it on the lint roller, focused, and waited. It jerked, like they do when they think whatever is shining a bright light on them is no longer watching, and so I waited some more. Then it did something else they often do, it swayed the nonstuck (to the lint roller) side of its body back and forth a few times until it had the momentum to throw itself down on its side. Of course it was trying to escape, and could not.

I wanted a better look, so I repositioned the microscope to see the critter in profile. I was surprised to see that it had flattened out. While I watched, it pushed with its short thin black legs up off the lint roller. It had managed to free its blue fibers, but could not get its feet unstuck. Then it spun around like a frisbee, eyes toward me, and thrust its body toward me aggressively.

This startled me so badly I jerked back, taking the microscope with me.

Some of this I had recorded as it happened, clicking still shots to later join into a lightweight video (faster upload than real video). I had already imported the still shots into Windows Movie Maker. My computer went black screen and rebooted to the screen with the prompt about continuing to boot in safe mode. I selected the normal boot option because I just figured it was a power surge that had slipped past our whole house surge protector (I recommend those, btw).

What is so strange is not that I lost my work in Movie Maker. It is that the same thing happened twice more the same night after I collected and photographed two more critters whose behavior was equally suggestive of intelligent thought. There is nothing more to say. I just wanted to document one of the strangest experiences I’ve had since I’ve been photographing critters (over 100,000 critter photos in three years).