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Report | Ramola D | July 26, 2024

Received, last Friday, July 19, 2024, from the Department of Mental Health, Commonwealth of Massachusetts, a letter dated July 17, 2024 assuring the DMH had in its “possession, custody, control” no medical records related to this writer’s request.

Earlier correspondence with the Massachusetts DMH has been recorded here:

FOIA Request Report: Red Herring Response from Department of Mental Health, Massachusetts to Avoid Addressing Covert Hand in Unlawful Psych Kidnap of American Author & State National Journalist | August 22, 2022, Updated September 6, 2022

It was not long after the publication of that report in September 2022 and subsequent publication of this writer’s testimonial to police and hospital/EMS crime, Ramola D | Living Testimony in Form of Affidavit and Statement of Fact Re. April 12-19, 2022 Spych Op on American State National, Author, and Truth Journalist, Nov 9, 2022, online on November 20, 2022 and in printed claims mailed to all parties on November 21, 2022 that this writer and journalist was first struck with home invasion (of impersonator-spouses) (v loud car zooming, 7:46 pm, 7-26-2024, possibly up Elmwood, Beale) and toxic gassing attacks, numerous DARPA technology attacks, acoustic technology attacks, and extreme directed-energy (DE) weapon attacks starting from November 26, 2022 which extended for over 10 days, led to intense radiation and pulsed EMF sinus sickness, and was followed by further inexplicable DE technology attacks and the unexpected and traumatizing second Quincy Police kidnap, trafficking, and incarceration incident and attacks from December 20, 2022 to December 29, 2022, and all subsequent mayhem through 2023 and 2024, a fuller account of which, the Account of Events Unprecedented, needs to be completed and published. [This writer is still working with focus on reporting the USAF documents first, which will be released first soon.]

Significantly though, it is only now, looking at the dates here that it is becoming apparent that the DMH-CIA connections, speculated on, made more evident in recent times–and certainly made more evident at this writer’s forced sojourn at two not one MK ULTRA sites in Boston (immediate plane flight across backyard, 7:30 pm, 7-26-2024)–may have had something to do with those intense 2022 attacks and the incomprehensible repeat trauma attack-events run by local police, EMS, the local district court, and two Boston hospitals, South Shore Hospital and Brookline Hospital against this writer.

[Plane flights continuous, loud Chinese shouting inside neighboring houses, 7:48 pm, 7-26-2024]

All this to shut down the journalist? [Some hope!]

Now, interestingly enough, this letter, dropped on the porch carpet below the mailbox, came at a time when other curious things had occurred nearby. This writer’s small American peacetime flag sticker with the red vertical stripes which seem to enrage those across the street who wear the horizontal red on their flag (rushing across to finger it suggestively every now and then, no doubt hoping to be noticed), pasted precariously on the porch wall, just above the second Police Take Notice also taped there, had been filched, meaning completely removed, no sign of it fluttering and torn or ripped and fallen down nearby. The police who had been unlawfully summoned by the 151/3 Pinester man succeeding the events noted earlier in a Reporter’s Note had apparently not noticed this Notice, one of many sent earlier to the local bureau, and this writer was keen to make sure all understood the matter of jurisdiction and did not waste their time concocting or responding to false-summons on false-accusations and fabricated claims, hence the flag sticker, now vandalistically disappeared. By whom one could not tell readily but this writer had a few suspects in mind, not least that very Pinester himself–who had, incidentally, stepped on a new plastic yellow and black decorative garden lamp this writer had poised prominently on the tiny walk leading up to the front steps, and broken off the spear part, inexplicably. [Later the companion lamp on the other side was also found with its spear broken.] To compensate for the loss of the little sticker, a small graphic and visual note of American cheer on its own, this writer unfurled the two little flags she had also sent off for, from Big Lake Alaska, or perhaps it was Washington State, she forgets, and stuck one in a terracotta pot on the sill on the far end of the porch and another above the Notice, waving cheerily in the new summer wind. Unusual generally speaking for she has never raised a flag–oh wait except in high school (in Madras when it was called Madras, in India a place no-one has heard of, at least in relation to her, especially as a Writer), when she was vice captain of St. Cecilia’s (forever vice sadly)–in her life and was unsure of the general import of its aspect overall in such private home surrounds but it did seem to settle in well among the painted wood and the yews and the veil of willowy cherry just beyond.

Standing on the Land

Flag & Notice, Especially for Police, Psychs, EMS: No, you actually Cannot Grab living women off their homes and land, July 2024

Morning Glory and Sweet Greens with Fifty States on the Land | Corner Terracotta

A Promise to Yew: Natural Lace & Paper Cherry

Standing Up’s Possible Only If You Survive…A Radio Life in Quincy, Massachusetts, July 2024

The Safety of Havens: Pine Haven in Summer

Wild Grass, Wild Primrose, Dayflower, Canterbury Bells & Sedum: Summer Bounty on the Farm

Combed nanowires sprayed across hydrogel skies–for the Pentagon’s Deep Neural Networks project? Something to explore…and end.

Beating Microwaves with Heat Waves: DD 254 Perusal, Apple Tree Shade, July 2024

Celebrating Nature: An Afternoon in Sunlight, July, Third Year of the Dragon in the 21st Century

The Resident Mazzeo on July 20, 2024 (they change out frequently), Lucifer hands in Lucifer gloves just before he began to slash and burn his way through our walnut, our hawthorn, our Western redbud and was made privy to a public Notice, voiced, recorded, on the privacy of Our trees on Our private sanctuary and haven for the birds and plants, at Pine Haven, Quincy, Massachusetts

Secret Yellows folded into sunflower and lace; Fennel beginning to flower

Another watering moment with sudden drive-up in Outdoor Monitoring by Fusion Center drivers in the Radiohood: Nazi? English? Amazon U-Turns Toward Prime as Water Sprays

Evening Primrose & Royal Lace Vie with Lily Flares for Light

A tryst with Destiny? At 22 on the 22nd…peaches wild behind

Lovely roses from a distant family–NSL’d to lie, prevaricate, gloss over, evade, and simply refuse to say what the Truth really is: Gift of the CIA, the FBI, the DHS, the NSA, and all their Talmudic Super Jewish Super Khazarian Dual Citizens (I am speaking of NSLs and the lies they come with, the lies they require: Who came up with these criminal plans? Tiny hint: Criminals!)

The man and woman in the white SUV who came tearing down Pine to park beside the oak a few feet away right as soon as I came out to water the front garden–a third or fourth stalking attack of aggression in Peaceless Quincy

Now there are very many things I need to report in print for pretty much the whole month of July and the month past, June as well, but I’ll confine myself here to just a few pics and notes as I step toward the day after the 22nd, when a few rather interesting things occurred, alerting me to the possibility of new DMH-CIA grabs being planned by the erstwhile predators in my New Neighborhood–perhaps a New Deal for the (Fondly Hoped For) Twenty-First Century Neighborhood of the Sizzling Radio Future. A zoomer revved up as he blasted down the hill where I stood among burnt orange lilies watering away, then turned the corner and blasted full throttle up Elmwood then Harvard and away; I witnessed the sulky droop of his beard as he flashed past, clearly one dissatisfied with his work. [Mine meanwhile had brought planes and helis and drones to the yard a couple days earlier when I’d posted the Equisetum post and tussled (with Delta sleep and heart fibrillators pulsing) with the DD 254 Special Access addenda on the (declassified) USAF-GDIT contract I’m still wrestling with, some seriously opaque paras to plough through.] I was making my way through the lacy foliage of Queen Anne’s umbrella lace on the left striving to reach the cherry on the right with my hose when the white SUV which had twice, thrice, I forget how many times blasted right to my curb as I stood on the porch, sudden each time, abrupt and alarming, suddenly slammed into view and roared down to park just by the now lone hundred-year-old oak. I witnessed a blur of gold sunglasses on an all-bald (fairly young) head, someone else driving. I had reached the cherry. 153 Pine’s door opened and voices sounded calling to each other. I noticed the rise of green through mulch at the cherry’s base, leaned in closer. A child called. I looked up. There was the little boy who likes to rush over and taunt and mock as he’s taught, by the pale-haired lady of the loud voicing (now outside on her porch), dressed in neon yellow-green, sun bright on leaves, water on my hand. The car that had parked stayed parked. No idea what precisely alerted me to lunacy ahead possibly but I sensed new-framings approach, put the hose down by the cherry and left, inside. Noticing Blondie lean down under the sprawl of cherry branches and look as if for me. I returned a few minutes later, the SUV was gone. No, it is not acceptable to stalk the writer in her home, nor acceptable to clothe one’s child in neon yellow and flash him about like a Non Lethal Weapons Operating Here sign. All week there have been skits and theater here, yellings in Chinese and Vietnamese, Japanese and distorted Chinglish, quite scary (broken) Indlish, some Anglo-American partying well into the night.

These events are what led me to examine the situation here with deeper insight. Clearly a response to the DMH was in order. Breaking from the DD I looked deeper into their letter, looking as well at earlier correspondence from the lawyers and scribes at both DMH and the Secretary of State’s offices. Much had been covered earlier. (FOIA Request Report: Red Herring Response from Department of Mental Health, Massachusetts to Avoid Addressing Covert Hand in Unlawful Psych Kidnap of American Author & State National Journalist.) Much became clearer, in particular the acknowledgment, subtle, sotto voce, but unmistakably proffered, of my status, finally, as private, on the Land and Soil, an American, alive, living, one the DMH can no longer pursue, predate on, but must recognize as extraordinarily Sane, in full possession of all her mental faculties and must therefore leave alone, forever.

Yet where was the assurance of erasure of the lies, the fabrications, the convolutions, the horrific attempts to cravenly bind one round and around with Labels of lies slipped into “medical records” “health records” “One Health records” “PHI”s “Designated Record Sets” and every database in police hives from fusion center to fusion center, TSA to DHS, CIA to FBI so one is preceded always by “notifications” of “Delusional, Acute Delusional, Bipolar, Schizoid, Schizophrenic, ADHD, Autistic…” anything else?

More needs to be addressed. This letter was sent today to the Commissioner of Mental Health, Brooke Doyle, and copied to the Commissioner of Health, Kate Walsh, at the Commonwealth, copied as well to our own head of state on the land and soil of the United States of America, Judge Anna von Reitz and recording co-ordinators at the Washington State and Massachusetts State Assemblies, Teri Kealoha Sahm and Edward Fulke.