The entire contents of my mind are present and, as far as I can tell, have always been present, in the mind of everyone else. It seems that I was born with this peculiar telepathic condition. I do not know whether it is unique to me or whether there are, or have ever been, others with the same condition.

Apparently the sudden appearance of this rare or unheard-of phenomenon caused worldwide alarm, especially when, as a teenager, my mental processes reflected my homosexual orientation, natural to me but in those days deemed an offensive mental disorder. I became the subject of a massive project apparently designed to "cure" my homosexuality. After some years, when I had become disturbed on account of that misguided effort, and may have been diagnosed as psychotic, the project seems to have been transformed into an endeavor to "put me back together," and especially to stamp out my excessive verbalizing or "thought broadcasting," which was distracting the populace. In short, my telepathic fluke, of which I was utterly ignorant, was considered then, and for many years afterward, a threat to the public welfare, which anything necessary must be done to combat.

This threat, real or imagined, has long since been eradicated. "Thought broadcasting" has disappeared. The presence of my thoughts and sensations in others' minds remains, but, so far as I can determine, disturbs no one. I am thoroughly adjusted to my sexual orientation and thoroughly adapted to my telepathic fluke. Yet no one has ever admitted to me that this fluke, or the world-famous project concerning it, exists. It's all a " secret about me which the whole world knows all about except me and talks freely about except to me. These taboos and denials of reality, this pressure to join in the universal pretense that what is real is not real and what is not real is real, these interminable mind games, invasions, and manipulations, this confinement in an invisible bubble where everything that happens is "scripted" for purposes of therapy. alienate me from normal life, and must end.

Although I am allowed no information, it is clear that this project is conducted by an entity of the U.S. government. It is high time that its directors demystify their operations and release me from their control by rescinding the legal or judicial, legislative or executive, instrument which authorizes it. Until they act to release me, I will remain a sane, rational, stable, socially responsible citizen inexplicably trapped in an invisible bubble, perpetually messed w ith, perpetually treated like an animal who cannot understand language, and perpetually trying to claw my way out -- relegated to a science-fiction-like limbo no human being ever yet was in.

My faceless keepers must materialize, conclude their obsolete project, and talk to me about reality. That is why I am picketing here today.

(signed) Harry Goldgar