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A book that will teach how to make a fresh beginning. How to be invisible online and offline. How to disappear. Your sovereignty is under attack. You don't need the red pill to see it because you've already been unplugged. It's all around you. Within this book lies top secrets known only to the FBI and a few law enforcement agencies: How to disappear in style and retain assets. How to switch up multiple identities on the fly and be invisible such that no one; not your ex, not your parole officer, nor even the federal government can find you. Ever. The Invisibility Toolkit is the ultimate guide for anyone who values their privacy or needs to disappear. Whether you're running from stalkers or hit men or overzealous cops or divorce courts, you owe it to yourself to learn how to protect your greatest asset: You and your family! But be warned. Going incognito is dangerous and for that you need a dangerous book. This book is one the NSA doesn't want you to read! It's stuff you won't see in any James Bond or Bourne film or even Burn Notice. But if you love freedom, this book is mandatory reading because it's life-saving reading. You'll learn: - How to disappear using CIA counter-surveillance techniques in the Far East - How to wear a perfect disguise. - How to bring down a drone. - How to be invisible in Canada, Thailand, China or the Philippines. - How to use Darkcoins on the run. - How to fool skip tracers. - How to sneak into Canada. - How spies use networking to be anonymous. - Edward Snowden's biggest mistakes. - The fallacies of True Lies. - Opsec in foreign countries. You've got just two choices: Live free on your feet or as a slave on your knees. Let me show you how to break those chains. An international companion piece to J.J. Luna's ”How to Be Invisible,” it's not just for those who want to know how to be anonymous, but how to do so ethically and how to protect their families and assets well into the future... and in *any* country on Earth!
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Contents
Copyright
Preface
Burn Notice and Skip Tracers
A World Wide Web of Deceit
Aliases
IP Address Searches
The Courts
Knit An Elvish Cloak of Invisibility
Anonymous Bank Accounts
Bitcoin
Student Loans
Tax Offsets
Prevention
Consolidation
Social Security Numbers
Employment
Things to Avoid
Changing Your Name
White Lies
Clone Home
Passports and Canada
Anonymous Phones
The Cons of Using a Burner
The Pros of Using a Burner
Disappear From Social Media
Nuking Criminal and Public Records
Staying Off The Radar
Stalkers
The Bayou Grandma Stalker
Other Types
The Hitchhiker
Ruin Her Life!
Securing Your Computer
The Anonymous Tor Network
Benefits of Tor
Tails
VPNs
Freenet
Frost
Trust, but Verify
Counter-Forensics
Encrypt Yourself
Drivecrypt
Veracrypt
Diskcryptor
LibreCrypt
CIA Manipulation and Disappearing
Manipulation Tactics
Forging Alliances
How The NSA Finds Anyone
Cell Towers
Drones (and How to Defeat Them)
The Art of Staying Invisible
Cut Them Loose
Risky Friendships
Snowden's Mistakes
Moscow
Passports
Defeating Facial Recognition Technology
College Dorms
Going To Extremes
Employment in The Philippines
Philippines
Pinays
Property Titles
Costs
Rent
Utilities
Restaurants
Sports And Leisure
Clothing And Shoes
Salary
Embassies
Police
Street Kids
Dodging the Bullet
Canada
Escape from New York
Border Officers and Encrypted Laptops
Cons of Canada
Living Expenses for Montreal, Quebec
Montreal
Money
Poisoning the Old Self
Thailand
Thailand Expenses
Safety Issues
Opsec in Thailand
Online Opsec
China
Disappearing Beyond The Great Wall
Hong Kong Rudeness
Counterfeiting
The Final Disappearing Act
Final Thoughts
Thank you
The Invisibility Toolkit
Lance Henderson
Contents
Preface
Burn Notice and Skip Tracers
A World Wide Web of Deceit
Aliases
IP Address Searches
The Courts
Knit An Elvish Cloak of Invisibility
Anonymous Bank Accounts
Bitcoin
Student Loans
Tax Offsets
Prevention
Consolidation
Social Security Numbers
Employment
Things to Avoid
Changing Your Name
White Lies
Clone Home
Passports and Canada
Anonymous Phones
The Cons of Using a Burner
The Pros of Using a Burner
Disappear From Social Media
Nuking Criminal and Public Records
Staying Off The Radar
Stalkers
The Bayou Grandma Stalker
Other Types
The Hitchhiker
Ruin Her Life!
Securing Your Computer
The Anonymous Tor Network
Benefits of Tor
Tails
VPNs
Freenet
Frost
Trust, but Verify
Counter-Forensics
Encrypt Yourself
Drivecrypt
Veracrypt
Diskcryptor
LibreCrypt
CIA Manipulation and Disappearing
Manipulation Tactics
Forging Alliances
How The NSA Finds Anyone
Cell Towers
Drones (and How to Defeat Them)
The Art of Staying Invisible
Cut Them Loose
Risky Friendships
Snowden's Mistakes
Moscow
Passports
Defeating Facial Recognition Technology
College Dorms
Going To Extremes
Employment in The Philippines
Philippines
Pinays
Property Titles
Costs
Rent
Utilities
Restaurants
Sports And Leisure
Clothing And Shoes
Salary
Embassies
Police
Street Kids
Dodging the Bullet
Canada
Escape from New York
Border Officers and Encrypted Laptops
Cons of Canada
Living Expenses for Montreal, Quebec
Montreal
Money
Poisoning the Old Self
Thailand
Thailand Expenses
Safety Issues
Opsec in Thailand
Online Opsec
China
Disappearing Beyond The Great Wall
Hong Kong Rudeness
Counterfeiting
The Final Disappearing Act
Final Thoughts
Thank you
Copyright 2015 by Lance Henderson. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used, reproduced, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without the written permission of the publisher, except where permitted by law, or in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
Preface
Winston Churchill once said, "If you find yourself in Hell... keep going."
I can relate to that as easily as you can. But these days Hell itself seems to have taken on an altogether foreign form that's wholly different than the medieval version. These days, many 'angels of light' profess to know what's good for us better than we do ourselves - which is sheer lunacy.
We're not sheep. We all see it. We're not blind. And some of us want to act as beacons of light in a sea of darkness rather than go "Baaaaa!" like sheep to the bloody slaughter. We want to lead others away from the slaughterhouse. But to do that requires a specific set of skills that you don't learn in college.
Skills that will help us turn back the tide of Armageddon on individual sovereignty. Because let's face it, attacks on privacy have increased a thousand-fold. Every day new laws are passed that make privacy as rare as pink diamonds. In the future privacy may become as valuable as pink diamonds. Do you want to hear your grandkids ask you what it was like in the old days when people were not monitored 24/7?
Right. Didn't think so.
It's high-time we fought back and fought hard. If you've ever seen the Shawshank Redemption then you know what happens to weaklings - those that don't take action. They get raped again and again and again. Sooner or later you'll know the meaning of this phrase: "His judgment cometh and that right soon." It means war. Wouldn't you rather fight before the raping and pillaging starts? I would.
Judgment Day is already here. You cannot walk down the street without meeting a dozen street cams, and as an American-Canadian citizen there are times when I've wanted to disappear from society altogether. Vanish as though I'd slipped Frodo's elvish cloak over my neck and smoothed that runic ring right down my middle finger before flipping off the elites in power.
But first, a little story.
A story way back in 2001.
Living in close proximity to the housing projects of New Orleans, most days driving back from the University of New Orleans were uneventful. For the most part. Only Mardi Gras seemed to break the monotony along with eating soggy beignets (powdered donuts) on Bourbon Street.
Except for one day in particular while sweating in Manila-like traffic. On that day something terrifying happened. I decided to take a shortcut which turned out to be a shortcut into trouble. Before I knew it, a fourteen-year-old girl, black with ripped jeans, red sweatshirt and a nose that could put a bloodhound to shame ran in front of my beat-up Camaro while I drove 15MPH.
I slammed on the brakes and missed her hip by an inch. She slammed her fists on the hood of my car. Boom. Then she flipped me off real casual like this sort of thing happened every time it rained. I hopped out, furious, and proceeded to make sure she knew how close she'd come to a date with the grim reaper.
A cacophony of yelling ensued with every color of the rainbows. Soft swearing, hard swearing, and sweating (mostly me) as she matched every curse word with one better, more deviant, and fueled with twice the rage as though she'd been bred for no other reason than to unleash it all on me on that fiery summer day. A vampiric Lady Macbeth, this thug was. But none of that really mattered to the law. No sir, what mattered was when I grabbed her arm and stabbed a finger into her face as I shouted to be more careful. I began to walk away.
Only I wasn't going anywhere.
Her brother came running. A BIG brother wearing a dozen gold chains and carrying a chain big enough to tie a velociraptor. I swear the guy looked straight out of the A-Team. After that, her mother came screaming and what I presumed at the time was her grandmother, broom in hand (a witch?). I panicked as the big brother threw me to the ground as mama called the cops. I remember expecting a black cat to come along any minute to scratch my face to shreds. I was going down in flames though I was innocent of any abuse.
Fast-forward three weeks later and I'm having my ass handed to me by the most militant judge I'd ever laid eyes on. A real man hater whose harpy-like claws seemed to grow the more I sweat. I had only one choice: Play along. So I kissed ass like I'd never done before in my whole miserable life. At the end of her screeching rant, I ended up getting off on a technicality. The police had screwed up somewhere, it seemed.
My record was as clean as a babe's arse. Clear as crystal.
Or so I thought. Later that year, a detective came knocking. It seemed that the little girl had disappeared, and to my horror it turned out that he knew everything about me. Things that were not in the court transcript. Things I'd done were recorded by various cameras set up around the city. The entire city seemed to be turning a shade Orwellian.
"Talk to me," he said smiling with that shiny badge gleaming. I frowned. Talk to the cops? "Yeah," he replied. "Talk to me or get put on the sex offender's list for abusing that little girl."
Abuse?
I clammed up. Granted, I was naive, but not stupid. He ended up letting me go after throwing down every threat imaginable. After that I wanted to vanish even more, and as I would later learn, I wasn't the first to go through such an ordeal.
Up until that point, I'd always trusted the police, or for that matter any kind of higher authority in government. I trusted the media. I trusted newspapers. I trusted juries. About the only thing I never trusted were the palm readers who always set up shop around the French Quarter.
Well, no longer.
From that point on, I swore to myself I'd learn how to be invisible, or die trying. True, I escaped the sex offender registry by keeping my mouth shut. Others have not been so lucky. I've heard another author (Wendy McElroy) relate a similar story:
"Last summer, an Illinois man lost an appeal on his conviction as a sex offender for grabbing the arm of a 14-year-old girl. She had stepped directly in front of his car, causing him to swerve in order to avoid hitting her.
Fitzroy Barnaby was 28 years old. He jumped out his car, grabbed her arm and lectured her on how not to get killed. Nothing more occurred. Nevertheless, that one action made him guilty of “the unlawful restraint of a minor,” which is a sexual offense in Illinois. Both the jury and the judge believed him. Nevertheless, Barnaby went through years of legal proceedings that ended with his name on a sex offender registry, where his photograph and address were publicly available. He must report to authorities. His employment options are severely limited; he cannot live near schools or parks."
Here I was thinking I was the only guy that had experienced such a horrific day. The absurd part is not even that it happened. It's that it is never forgiven. It's never put in the past where mistakes are buried. They are broadcast forever, branded over and over into our memories. Forgiveness, that is, granting your past actions invisible to everyone but you and the Almighty, is outlawed.
Well. This book aims to reverse that trend. It aims to give you back your privacy and if you need it, invisibility.
You don't want newspaper reporters sticking mics in your face before you've had your day in court do you? This happened to me. I remember feeling like I'd killed everyone's favorite rock star.
Think on how your life would change if this happened to you:
• Someone uses your unsecured WiFi to threaten the President.
• A hacker steals your credit card to buy Russian child porn using proxies.
• You hear sirens just as your phone rings. You pick up to hear a TV reporter asking for an interview since you were the last person to see the Governor alive at the Beau Chene Country Club - who was later found dead in a pool of blood in the restroom - the same one you used.
• The powers that be are coming after you for child support - without allowing you to see your own children. You try to visit Canada to "get away from it all" for a while, when you are arrested at the border. Things get worse when they find a few "manga" comics in your back seat. Manga that is illegal in Canada but not the USA. Chaos ensues. They rip your reputation apart in the name of the law.
• Your ten year old brother jokes to his pals on the school yard that he has a shed full of Rambo-like grenades and a few barrels of gunpowder. A girl overhears. She snitches. The cop arrest him (not kidding) but later let him go. Years later, that report shows up when he tries to join the Marines. He is rejected. Yes, this really happened to a relative in Louisiana. And that's not to say Louisiana is any better or worse than any other state where hysteria can run amok and drag you along for the ride. The fact is, I'll show you how to prevent crap like this from happening no matter which country you are in.
If you are ever investigated, the authorities will likely tear your place apart looking for anything to build a solid case to hand to the prosecutor. Who knows what your situation might be at that time. You might need to go away for a while to strategize with attorneys, maintain your business, speak to family, move assets, etc. It is difficult to do that from a jail cell.
The USA now has a "guilty until proven innocent" legal system. You are not innocent until proven guilty, but I will teach you how to gain that precious commodity called TIME which you can use to gather resources to defend yourself. Resources that go well with becoming invisible.
You will learn:
1.) How to be anonymous offline as well as on.
2.) How to use your surroundings to lessen risk, special forces style.
3.) How to detect when you are being data-mined: How to hide where you went to school, where you've lived, whom you've loved, whom you did not. Your shopping habits, dating habits, political affiliations. You get the picture.
4.) How to look like a small fish and not a BIG FISH.
And that's just the beginning.
Burn Notice and Skip Tracers
Burn Notice is one of my favorite TV shows. I don't watch much TV but I do if that show is on. I'd stop to watch it even if a mugger came in and stuck me in the ribs before making off with my wallet. It's that grand. It's thrilling. It's top notch espionage and underground battle-of-the-wits style American James Bond. Sort of like True Lies but with better looking agents.
In case you haven't seen it, let me describe it for you. The 'burn notice' itself usually comes from an intelligence agency, but can be from any alphabet agency really. It doesn't even need to be on paper. You can get 'The Call' while on a mission in Iran or Brazil or Eastern Europe. What happens is this: The CIA calls you up and at the most inopportune moment tells you they wish to 'wash their hands of you'.
You're done. You're cooked. You're career as an agent is finished.
They cut the umbilical quick and every connection to an agent is severed in true Mission: Impossible fashion. And all for what, you ask? Easy. So they can save face. Any agent has no idea what he did (well maybe a few might have an idea) but he knows he has no work history, no connections, no support and no cash. Poor guy is burned for good.
Well, sort of. If some bigwig at the FBI wants info on him, he can get it from said agency if he has enough pull and the person is a high-value target.
As I watched this show for years I kept thinking: Wouldn't it be great to give yourself your own 'Burn Notice'? Disappear from society altogether? Get a fresh start with new name, new job, the works, in some country where pretty Filipinas fall out of coconut trees as you sit on a beach drinking margaritas?
Well okay, maybe not that extravagant. Perhaps it's more simple for you. You want to keep the collector's off your back while you grow a business to pay back your student loans. Start a new relationship. Get away from an abusive wife wielding a double-bladed axe.
It's all rather easy to speculate but difficult to implement. We like our safety nets. We like our 'safe jobs', and a lot of guys don't like losing money in online ventures. So they play it safe. They refuse to take risks. Then one day when they need to leave the country, they can't because they took no action.
Then there are skip tracers to worry about.
What're those, they ask? From wiki.
Skip tracing tactics may be employed by debt collectors, process servers, bail bond enforcers (bounty hunters), repossession agents, private investigators, attorneys, police detectives, and journalists, or by any person attempting to locate a subject whose contact information is not immediately known. Similar techniques have also been utilized by investigators to locate witnesses in a criminal trial.
Before we deal with skip tracers, a word of caution: NEVER fake your own death or disappearance since doing so will bring more heat on you than if you shot Dirty Harry in the ass. Even a simple disappearance can lead to a statewide manhunt, or womanhunt in the case of Leanne Bearden who after a 2-year globe-trotting vacation vanished one hot Texas day.
"I'm going for a walk. Be back in one hour!" were her last words.
She hanged herself from a tree in a wooded area close to her in-laws home. Police helicopters, dogs, and even state troopers spent hundreds of hours looking for her (no suicide note), fearing she'd been snatched and kidnapped. I sat stunned at all the Youtube comments calling for the husband's crucifixion, and all without any evidence he'd done anything.
Don't do this.
Don't kill yourself over bad debts. Don't do it over unemployment (apparently why the woman hanged herself). Don't do it over a failed marriage (taken the Red Pill, yet?). Don't fake your own death and try to buy fake IDs from Craigslist. If you try to cross the Canadian border with a fake passport (because we know how nice those border officers are on the Fourth of July with a thousand Canadian-made cars in line to shop), and that one guard can ban you for life. Ask George Bush what happened when one tries to cross with a DUI record. He had to get a waiver. But more on this later.
Instead, what we want to do is plant false leads that end in Nowheresville for any Skip Tracer hot on your trail. That's what the next few chapters are about. Getting somewhere while leading any skip tracer or other investigator to believe they're on a wild good chase.
A World Wide Web of Deceit
Your most prized tool in seeking information is also your enemy's most prized tool for seeking your loss of freedom be it handcuffs, garnishments or even asset forfeiture, to which the ATF has turned into a profit-industry. Your neck is out there online as naked as the day you were born.
Being the smart cookie you are, you know it isn't rocket science to vanish online. Lots of guides explain how to cloak your identity using all kinds of tools. Tor for starters. Most computer literate people know of it. Then there is chatting on Freenet. That's not so easy. Then there are VPNs that hide your IP address. You can even chain proxies to post encrypted messages on Usenet with them if you know how to buy services anonymously.
But those guides rarely tell you what pops up when a seasoned skip tracer simply keys in your home phone number or alias into a search engine and starts calling every person you've ever known. That's the part even the encryption experts forget about: That which is right under their very noses. Tracers, like collections, will harass everyone on your city block about you. And boy do they lie. They lie with more skill than the Devil himself!
Aliases
Let's talk about aliases. I'd bet good money that you or your kids use the same alias on Facebook and Twitter that you do on Usenet and The Pirate Bay, or some combination thereof. Maybe something cool like Windsong. You'll switch it up a bit on other sites, maybe go by Windsinger or some such. Oh there might be an extra number or two here and there, but we humans are creatures of habit. We don't like hard work and having multiple *different* aliases for every social media... well some of us just cannot be bothered because that's too much work for us to do. Mistake numero uno.
To prove a point to one of my beautiful nieces in Louisiana, I had her type in a nic she uses on Twitter and P2P. It wasn't just her P2P messages that popped up but those she'd typed on Usenet as well - messages from long dormant times when she was a wee pre-teen. As it turned out, Google indexes Usenet messages from decades ago. I almost felt bad for showing her Usenet at such a young age. And believe me, most of us Usenet guys back then never in a million years believed we'd have a 7 year retention rate offered by Usenet farms.
But the real danger was using that same nic across the board on several social media sites.
One website allows you to look up people based on name alone. We found a dozen, yes... a dozen Americans in the south with the exact same name as her but not one with the same nic. Anywhere in social media.
The nick? LinuxGirl.
Any Skip Tracer worth his own salt might think she has a nerd gene (she does). She loves coding C++, Java, too. She loves The Matrix and adores the little blonde hacker geek from Jurassic Park like a long lost sister. Any Skip Tracer would find her messages sprawled across the net on every tech forum known to man. She's quite open about her age, too.
When we looked at all the info, it lead a trail right to her bedroom. So many years and so many clues built quite the profile. She freaked out as any red-headed teenager would but only because she feared they might find out which boy she has a crush on.
"Ye gods!" I snapped. "That's all you're worried about?" To which she replied, "What else could happen?"
We were even able to find out from these messages where she meets her fellow high school geeks for PvP Warcraft and Fallout marathons, the pen and paper game, not the PC RPG.
IP Address Searches
Be cautious about skipping privacy protection if you have an online business. Skip Tracers can execute a simple online WHOIS search that often reveals who owns the domain, which would be you. They may even gain your address. If they cannot find the domain owner outright, they may be able to follow clues you've left in your posts.
But you'd never be so careless to leave your real name, right?
Right... but the problem isn't you. The problem is your relatives. Your friends. Your business associates. Your ex-lovers. A clever Skip Tracer will lie to fish the info out of them.
And they always sugarcoat it, appearing as someone who wants to help you - an angel of light and niceness and puffy clouds: A prospective employer. A lawyer looking to give away inheritance money (yeah, right). A movie director who wants to offer you the role of a lifetime.
You may hear a lot of affiliate marketers say that it doesn't matter if you have WHOIS protection or not, but I disagree. If you want to shield yourself, and by extension, your freedom (the secret to happiness by the way), then you need to not leave a money trail to your front doorstep.
The Courts
Got a speeding ticket recently? That'll show up in a public court record. And those records are not difficult to get. Anything that happens on public, tax-funded roads is often available to any Joe Blow who wants it. That includes fender-benders, drug busts and well, anything that involves you pleading to a judge.
A big danger is privately owned property. That is, property that can be taken away from you by the IRS, the Dept of Education, or your Uncle Frick who works for the EPA.
Loose lips sink ships. Who else knows about the land but you? Relatives? Friends? How easily can a Skip Tracer contact them about your land--which they so desperately want to buy for a million dollars?
Worse, you might be tempted to put this land on a bank loan application as collateral. Don't do that either. Such things are available to the public eye. Not the account numbers mind you, but your name and address. If you want to be invisible, don't go taking your elvish cloak off in Mordor where any green-skinned orc can sniff you out and ambush you.
