Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | 11:25 am, Wednesday, June 18, 2025, 11:49 am
At 11:22 am, a pulsed energy projectile silently blasted through ceilings floors and windows to attack the writer’s neck and upper back so she sweltered and nearly burned alive–but found some oven mylar and moved, providentially, just in time to avoid Incineration.
A Mazzeo had unctuously wheeled his many trash trolleys to the back, making a racket as the Reporter carefully adjusted her headline, worrying about Authenticity and Diplomacy both as she penned her words with care.
However, some Truths cannot be hidden, and she wasn’t hiding them.
Instant attack, while finches and blackbirds talked outside.
11:28 am: They’re currently still cawing and jawing and that is just how it should be in a Haven for Native Birds in the Northeast.
The Mazzeos started the day off though with revealing they have come at night with Machetes, Clippers, things that are Silent, and whacked the Walnut tree in the back, clipping and grazing, until vast swaths of the exquisite–and expensive–soft velvety walnut leaves, necessary for all aging skin, including their grandparents’ in Haifa and Tel Aviv lay grievously on the ground, cut in their Prime, and forced into non-existence. {An Israeli ploy, learned from Settlers.} They then got brown paper bags and stuffed the leaves in them. Hawthorn leaves also may have been involved. Bags were stuffed in trash cans, and the writer in fact witnessed some taking of trash cans to the front with brown paper bags in them–she was too busy examining the person doing the job though–clones are clones and it is hard to tell the difference but this may have been Monkeyman (the one making Monkeyfaces at the writer last summer) and witnessed the bags at the curb only later.
No one asked the Writer for her opinion or permission. Blind hatcheting, just like last summer, has occurred here.
Also meaningful to report: Around 8 am, standing by the dining-table and examining posterboard ads which had come in the mail for Repurposing Art Potential, the writer was blasthit–in the daytime, standing upright inside her own private home. at the very top of her head in Jerkshock, meaning Electroshock, and her entire head was JUDDERED with an electric shock. Now this was carefully tuned to be a Low Level Shock which means one feels a Distinct Frizz, yet is not Decapitated precisely, just made instantly Giddy, Unbalanced, and Fogged in an Instant, [A drone hovers as I write, 11:38 am, and what it’s doing is trying to find that exact spot on my head where Virginia Hospital–I suspect–permitted the CIA to instal a Neurostim in my head, the thing that permitted that 8 o’clock shocking. I have just reshielded. Patters on Reflectix to confirm, Mazzeos.] So the CIA and Israel are now Shocking my Head in the morning–after doing it last night as well (and many nights before)–these Frizz Shocks came my way last night as I switched off and threw ten kinds of shielding over my head and arm and almost slept. It was very late, about 2 am. Yes I have been reading, and trying to write this difficult but promising-to-be-definitively-revealing article. Now when I was jerkshocked at the table, I moved, and the Ngoan Chen voice from next door, piped in courtesy Audio Bugs and Projected Sound or just Speakers, concealed, said F*k! I must have moved in the middle of a Larger Intending. Ngoan Chen was upstairs, in their front bedroom, I was downstairs, in the dining room fronting the street. This is the one who cut our foliage last year–with buzz saws and clippers– and then called POlice, after I mailed them a Notice–reported earlier.
So this is what they have been working on today: Using Electroshck Weapons through-wall on my Head, sending PEP-like Sizzles to the BCI-CBI tech planted like a beacon right on top of my head,
If you have ever been in an Emergency Room in the USA and stayed overnight [mad siren, 11:44/5 am] and your wife or husband was not there or mother or father, then you may have been implanted too: you will know by the heating up of a spot right in the middle of the top of your head, occasionally, as energy is sent to it, by the silent Brain Thieves and Brain Implanters who are all Area 51 Men and Women, and CIA, this writer suspects.
[As I have been writing this above, words like “Doctor” and “hospital” are continuously floated outward from my Reflectix cave by the Projecting Sound criminals. Yes, that’s all they’ve got. “Mentally Ill” when they are exposed in their criminality. No, you’re not supposed to write about it. When “under classified cover” approaches, you are supposed to listen to Them, and think to yourself, “Oh Yes I am SECRET now.”] 11:55 am
11:55 am: Was just blasthit, left brain top-left:[Parietal, Language and communications and word memory and more]. Just reshielded and used grounding and damping to stop this Neuro Crime in the Intention, Enacting.[Loud revving on the street. 11:57 am.]
11:58 am: I have now moved and I have the steel colander on my head. Apparently, I am not supposed to continue writing. That is ABSURD, when I am being killed–and have survived precisely a 100 Death Attempts already.
1:06 pm: At around 12:42 pm, downstairs, I witnessed the white “Chicago/Mental Health” van go up Pine. It frequently parks at the corner of Elmwood and Pine. No idea if it is being used in Mass as in Chicago–to capture people. But last summer the young guy who brought the Bulb Nanotech Filled Fiji waterbottles to my house and then stood behind me on the porch dilly dallying, perhaps taking readings from the back of my head, came by in it. My face swelled up on both sides that week as I drank from it, not knowing; bright pink on the Fiji box (one of their colors for “Behavioral Health”–plausibly deniable because they have a bright hibiscus motif.
Images below from: GLOBAL BRAIN CHIP AND MESOGENS, Dr. Hildegarde Stanninger
Blondie bangs car, Mazzeo banged car a few mins ago–I have changed position and they are looking for readings. Graze on my left brain. Despite shielding.
Morning update
1:29 pm: Blasthit RF HPM on shielding at my chest–from directly opposite: the Pinester QPD house.
2:55 pm: Back in action after major interruptions. Unable to sit in one spot, forced to continuously reshield as I was pulverized at the chest and the brain with loud hits, I moved several times upstairs then came downstairs to see if I could sit on the couch and write. ELEMENTS OF TORTURE: UNABLE TO SIT ANYWHERE. Nonstop ELFs sent, heart hits, head hits, heat hits to back of head–this happened while I was walking downstairs as well. Major action on the street alerted me to further QPD-QDC mayhem. I took some pics with my laptop of the 2 fusion center trucks parked, Blondie’s SUV–she had come back quickly soon as she heard she was needed–all their cars revved up filled with RF HPM and other juicy Exotics, ready to go. Yes, police and fusion center contractors have become Active Terrorists, PD supported, CIA supported, DHS supported, FBI supported, and City Council and Mayor supported. It’s a Terrorist Town, and anyone who exposes them or opposes them–or their friends–gets Targeted.
Congestion frequencies at my heart as I write, from the 2 Mazzeo SUVs behind, and the big Chevy Traverse which has also come back to park in front–and the rest of their installations. ELFs on this couch as well. 3:00 pm.
What looked like a Horse Truck–with no window–was parked on the hill and it soon started making a racket. Loud engine running. Black Weaponry case on its top. Blondie in a red jacket walked across and talked to a strange woman in blonde hair and mint shorts. They stood behind the trailer so I couldn’t see them later when I took some pics–whited out by the Chen Limings.
Heart hits currently from the Mazzeo shed and Chens.3:03 pm.
Drone–light plane droning–above, 3:05 pm. I have moved a shield in front of my chest and neither Mazzeos nor Chens like it. When they torture people, they whisper, they like it clean, the hearts fibrillating, the lungs breaking down, the breath choppy and fragmenting. Blondie’s the same, she can’t believe the amount of Red she has to wear these days to get her message across. I am Government, she shouts (in her Techno Acousto Whisper), I am a British Redcoat! Her Hingham Home-Serve Colleague with the Chevy Traverse–witnessed this morning in bright royal blue and phthalo green pants, stepping on our wildflower patch a….**
3:33 pm: PC back on after battery was drained many many times by the Miscreants next door–who’ve spent the past hour ELECTROSHOCKING me on the top of my head, sending eye hits with the Chens, and blast hits at the heart.
..as happy as a clam, now that she gets to Harass and Provoke to her heart’s content (Chief’s Orders: As much as you like! (Red in the face, shouting) Step on that Clover! Pigeon-Peas you say? Jump on it! She can’t have anything Native in Massachusetts!) waltzing in and out of her truck (the one parked behind the special spot at Sea Street, where the Men get to come grab the Traverses in between so they can all Share in the Spoils Together) as soon as she gets Blondie’s Text: You better come quick! We need all the help we can get! [Their ELFs are simply not working, and they do need Multiple Reinforcers.]
9:39 pm: Sound of a drone while ELFS buzz the bed and it approaches. I was downstairs for a while being buzzed on the couch, the whole thing shaking and RF HPM continuous-wave on my right arm and pulses at chest. Mazzeos, Chens, more.
I was reading for a while. Paramhamsa Yogananda’s thoughts on Christ and on God and on our lives. He thinks Christ was a reincarnated Elisha or ELijah and John the Baptist was the other one, Elijah or Elisha. He says he knows this,
Reading him in 2025 I have to ask: Was he being MK’d & Neuro-programmed? He was writing and speaking in the 1930s, ’40s, ’50s.
Or was God showing him visions…?
NSA-CIA drone hovers above as I write. The kind which makes that zinging humming sound. 9:47 pm.
He was very certain, he prayed and meditated his entire life so one could conceivably believe him. Or try to at least.
This afternoon, while they ran pickup trucks and trailers on the hill–opposite where I was sitting, ELFS pumped the couch and heathits and hearthits and pulsehits all over hitting the shielding in front of me went on for hours, while the connector to the pc kept falling out, the battery was suddenly, nastily drained by the Mazzeos, pages kept closing on the browser–so I couldn’t continue and try to complete the article. Nor could I do anything much.
I rested a while then went out to the garden, went upstairs, went down, made tea, came back up here and here we are again: high heat, ELFs on the bed, and burning.
I gather they were trying to do something today. They couldn’t get into the back of my head, they kept shooting audible, sounded pulses on the shielding over that lowest part, where I suspect a South Shore implant. And on the hill, a loud generator from the horse truck with the black NLW unit on top kept generating loud, repeated sound, harassively. Cars kept zooming up and down.
Two items of possible note: When I saw the Mazzeo man this morning wheel trash cans up his drive, just before I witnessed him engaging in odd behavior with the trunks of both SUVs open, moving things from the white one to the blue one. What seemed like black cloths and a bright orange cloth, the color of Neon Orange. Then he held the blue trunk open as if showing me things. My vision was obscured by the wildberry tree so I couldn’t see perfectly. That orange made me think about it though.
On the subject of orange, this morning a white car with an orange mop or rake parked in its trunk was parked for some time before the blue house. Orange, they want to say, the whole lot of them, Over and Over. Network Orange.
Curiously, when I went out this morning before 7 to wheel trash cans out, a black SUV came hurtling round Elmwood and onto Pine, as if keen to rush to school with his child (the long way). CIA or FBI or DHS? I didn’t stop to ask, I went inside. A man in dark blue or black had stepped out further up the hill at the same time, seemingly fussing with his trash as well. I mention these things because they are Evidence of continued threat, intimidation and harassment.
Were they all working today on trying to irritate me into “taking some action” against them so they could bring that Frightful Orange close to me? It felt like it. An odd sinister day, when their intentions were left outside their walls, free for the sensing. Despite my privacy status on Land and Soil, they appear to be trying to push for another false”Capture”–which will never happen.
Private Print Logs Thursday June 19th, 2025
ELECTROSHOCKS ON TOP OF HEAD, SPRAYED KNIFE-LIKE FIBEROPTIC NANOTECH, FACIAL MUTILATION AND DISFIGUREMENT, CLAMPING MUSCLE AND SKIN WEAPONS
I slept early last night, perhaps just past 11.
I was electroshocked repeatedly on my head before I slept and after I was awoken probably around 5–with both intense heat on my back and spine from underneath where those SUVS are, and with jerkshocking sending a frizz to my head: intention being REMOVAL OF BRAIN APPARENTLY. The many Mazzeos now clustering in the house next door, using a second blue minivan style SUV parked in their drive seem to be Vicious, Criminal people.
These electroshocks were harder to shield from in the morning as my head had slipped to the right and covers had moved. Rubber helps the most but steel is needed to combat the electromagnetic hits. Stone helps ground.
So: June 18th and June 19th, Electric Shocks on the top of my head, from both sides, Chen Limings as well.
They frequently sent vicious LRADS into the room, the house, the shielding.
They frequently used Cavitation Radar on my throat and belly.
Found yesterday–after my unthinking stepping onto my deck outside in the morning without a head scarf: more bumps of nanotech sprayed at me on my cheeks, lower down, left side, on my mouth, on my right side–that’s the right side of my face, by my right ear, and lines forming on my neck again as the nano settled in. All of yesterday my neck itched. It had been microwave irradiated on top of the spraying. I had used aloe, olive oil, walnut oil. Still reddened and ringed today. They seem to want me to get “fat in the face” with jowls on both sides of my face, and a removal of my jawline–it feels like cartilage, what they’re spraying and growing. I will therefore be taking pics everyday even as I strive to shield better. I cannot go outside anymore without a head scarf, a throat scarf, a neck scarf, an upper back covering: That is FORCING ME INTO PURDAH SO I LOOK MUSLIM–PERHAPS THEY”RE GOING FOR “MUSLIM TERRORIST”? These people–on both sides: Mazzeos and Chen Limings–and the houses behind–that Chinese man could have sprayed me too as I stood on my deck, I have often seen him lurking, directly opposite–THEY STAY AT HOME ALL DAY, ALL OF THEM–they are all VICIOUS, PERVERTED, MOLESTING, MURDERING TERRORISTS.
I was out this morning filling the birdbath and was stalked all around the yard with intense clamp-paralysis of the skin and muscles below my right buttock: DETENTION TECHNOLOGY? Hold back people from certain areas? Trail and Track them outside? Give them Pain and Suffering every second? AREA DENIAL: what a nice, military word. WHY IS THE MILITARY CLAMPING MY RIGHT BUTTOCK?
A very good question.
10:15 am: Two aerials have been by as I sat down here. One a plane and the other a seeming drone–and a plunger just blasted up or down Pine. Quincy: The Land of Nonstop Terrorism. The terrorists at the Top here are clearly the Police and the Mayor, and it has taken me a while to figure this out. He may be a front man, like they usually are, but he is obviously a Terrorist. A man who permits the use of MILITARY NEUROWEAPONS on the people is a Terrorist. Not a dictator, but one who is propped up as one. He is Compliant, and he is also at the Top of the Ladder. “His Authority” is cited at City Council meetings as if The Buck Stops Here and we can go no further. But he doesn’t answer letters, emails, or queries. He shows up and runs PR for the Bankers and the Real Estate Thieves who are tearing up Quincy. So what does that make him? He is a FRONT MAN FOR ORGANIZED CRIME, period.
Mark Brewster and Thomas Koch are running Organized Crime with their Ambulance-Avarice Business. Grabbing people, knocking them out with drugs, claiming they’re Schizophrenic.
Ditto Quincy Police: the guy at the top currently is Mark Kennedy. But it used to be Paul Keenan. Both Terrorists.
Terence McDonnell: Terrorist.
The “Section 12s” run in Quincy and Boston are ALL ILLEGAL, ALL UNLAWFUL–every single one of them.
The police have no business claiming people are mentally ill. That’s POLITICAL PERSECUTION–and it is obvious the CIA is involved.
So basically the Police here have outed the CIA.
The Department of Mental Health appears to be run by the CIA.
All the Psych Wards I have been to–and ERs at hospitals–reveal they are running a MENTAL HEALTH SCAM. Each of the workers there know this is not “MENTAL ILLNESS” they are looking at, but people they have been asked to, people they want to, people they are given permission to SUBJUGATE, DOMINATE, ATTACK, PUT DOWN, DRUG, DUMB DOWN, RETARD, SILENCE, PHYSICALLY ATTACK, TIE UP, SHACKLE, TORTURE essentially. The Milgram experiment pales in comparison. ABU GHRAIB is alive and well in Quincy and in Boston and in Weymouth and in Dorchester.
A new droney plane starts up, circling. 10:25 am.
Mental Health Wards are places for Nurses, Doctors, Psychiatrists, Licensed Social Workers to freely SUBJUGATE and DOMINATE people.
You can never leave once they get you in there. You have to spend your time being silent, “compliant,” and alternately, begging for them to free you.
I will write more about Mental Health Wards–and the Department of Mental Health which seems to think it can force “TREATMENT”: DRUGGING WITH NEURO-DUMBING NEUROTOXINS on people in 2025 and keep standing. It needs to be torn down. As the CIA needs to be torn down, and the entire Police Departments which run “Section 12″s in Massachusetts.
But let me report the PHYSICAL ATTACKS ON ME more fully–that is what this log is for, mostly. I discovered this morning I had been sprayed with fiberoptic nano on my upper back: small, tiny shards of nano which bite into skin and cause that Shingles Feeling–“Shingles” worded on a cardboard box placed outside by the Mazzeos in front of that shed some months ago–they are spraying deadly nanotech at people, and I have been sprayed many many times. My skin on my arms and back is all beat up and shows it.
I guess this is all “UNDER CLASSIFIED COVER.”
I have been put “UNDER CLASSIFIED COVER” right alongside them. Then they beat me to death, silently, while lying in their POLICE, HOMELAND SECURITY, and MEDICAL DATABASES a major “SCHIZOPHRENIC” delusion has a hold of me and they are giving me “TREATMENT.”
The “NEW WAY” of murdering people, silently. An Israeli and Nazi production?
Forced to lift up the shield to my left as the plane which came by here sent radar probes and hits to my back. 10:35 am.
Sharp LRAD hit on shielding above my head, 10:44 am: Very Loud too.
They don’t have to worry, the Merry Mazzeo Men, cos no one is here, my phone doesn’t work, and they have Ample Lies in their databases. But obviously this isn’t “TREATMENT.” Loud knocks on the shielding are obviously THREAT AND INTIMIDATION and OUTRIGHT TERRORISM. They are INVIOLATE, they believe, because they sit inside their houses and cars to deliver it. No one will ever know, and “WE NEED DELUSIONAL LABELS ON OUR TARGETS SO WE CAN BEAT THEM TO DEATH, TERRORIZE THEM AS MUCH AS WE LIKE, KEEP THEIR BODIES IN A STATE OF CONSTANT STRESS AND HYPERVIGILANCE SO NO ONE WILL BELIEVE THEM.” [James Giordano and the Starsiak tenants, both, as well.] “THEY CANNOT GET MEDICAL CARE.” “THEY CANNOT GET HEALTHCARE.” THEY NEED TO BE IN A STATE OF PAIN AND SUFFERING–only way those NEUROTRANSMITTERS will stand down and let us RAVAGE THEIR BRAINS FOR OUR DARPA-CIA-AI PROJECTS and ETERNAL WEAPONS TESTING.”–CIA Scriptwriters, all of them, trained at Quantico and Langley and Chelsea, to be “WICKED SILENT TERRORISTS”. 10:51 am.
11:02 am now. At 11:01 am, intense radar pulse blast hit my left brain.
I am wearing head shielding, and I was obliged to move and prop up a cookie sheet shield against my head as the Mazzeos and Starsiaks seemed to be sending radar in. Then I was hit with the RADAR PULSE BLAST AT MY LOWER LEFT BRAIN AT MY AUDITORY CORTEX AND LANGUAGE CENTER.
That’s Quincy Police behind, and Israel’s IDF/Mossad and CIA here, telling me they will HAVE MY BRAIN DAMMIT whatever I do to shield.
No, they won’t. THEY ALL NEED TO BE REMOVED FROM PINE STREET AND RETURNED TO JAIL CELLS IN THEIR ORIGIN COUNTRIES. 11:05 am.
Lots of shrieking yelling and squalling in the Mergel and Chen backyards and others as this goes on here. I am trying to READ, and I am being attacked nonstop in this fashion. 11:07 am.
More Neuro Strikes on Brain, 11:11 am and 11:12 am. And on shoulder. MAZZEOS AND STARSIAK TENANTS.
1:07 pm: Wild crazy kid shouting, not normal, deliberately crazy sounding, Mergel backyard and pool. Mazzeos sending hits to my seat/core, necessitating further shielding. A drone was just by–to pinpoint where my seat is and my head is so the Mazzeos could HIT BETTER. The reason for their sticking sitting next door and attacking an American Author and Journalist spelled out here: U.S. Security Cooperation with Israel – United States Department of State. Nothing is “IRONCLAD”, Israel, and both you and the Mazzeos and their friends in the Air Force and CIA have to stand down and wake up to the REALITY OF CONSCIOUS AWAKENING. Nobody wants war, and the US cannot support Israel in its practices of Karnage. Nor can a single American support US Inc and the British Crown Corporation in their practices of DISAPPEARING THE OPPOSITION WITH ERADICATION-OF-DISSENT WEAPONS. 1:12 pm.
Eradication of Dissent Weapons.
Silencing Speech Weapons.
Silencing Activism Weapons.
Neuro Modification Weapons.
DNA Modification Weapons.
The kids at the Mergels are not playing and yelling–they are screaming at lung capacity and shrieking like demons. 1:14 pm. Can’t be good for them. CHILD ABUSE.
1:59 pm: Discovered yet another way the Terrorists using Neuroweapons have been working to put me to sleep: Blast hits at bottom and middle of my spine where I just stuck extra shielding.
2:02 pm: Immediate hits at my heart, when my spine can’t be hit. Drone again. 2:03 pm. Pulse shots at heart shielding. 2:04 pm.
5:53 pm: A helicopter just plunged across the backyard, making quite a clatter. Low therefore. I did not see it, having just sat down again. But I did see the one which flew across at a slant from Granger toward Harvard over the yard partially. A small black one, looking like a Special Ops helicopter.
Earllier I noticed there was a blackish-grey SUV on the street, quite large, Range-Rover like with its parking lights blinking as it sat outside 142 Pine, one of the Transient Hangouts here with numbers of people engaging in RF HPM attack holed up and changing out often.
A strange sort of occurrence also occurred, with two women seeming to be my sister and someone I could not recognize showing up and calling my name and banging on windows. I don’t know who they were but I am not opening my door to strange women nor to my sister who hasn’t apologized yet for her behavior toward me, and had an honest conversation with me about what has transpired here. She knows about the cloning, she has a PhD in Genetics. She has met many of the clone-brothers of Paul and some who don’t even look like him, I have seen the pictures. She has met several of the Sophie-sisters. But not one word has she sent me about all of this, not one. Instead, when I look up the folder where her emails go I see only repeat crap of the kind she used to write–and sometimes I think surely this crap was penned by Samantha Mazzeo. The CIA overlays email ids and I can’t believe these supposed emails come from her. In 2025, my sister, an MD and a PhD with FRCS, FRCO, surgeon qualifications cannot tell me she has not read my articles, viewed my interviews, learned about the Radio Frequency Neuroweapons I am being blasted with by absolute assholes planted nearby. But she came to my home uninvited, unasked in 2023, the day before her birthday in fact, and called me mentally ill and needing treatment and spent some time with her friend Shubha on the phone. She is not my friend therefore. I cannot trust her. If she had read my work she would know the truth. But is she being brainwashed to disbelieve me and disbelieve the documents bearing witness to the facts here? She MIGHT be. She’s a doc, she hangs out in hospitals, they have Brain Stim there.
I then heard and glimpsed her speaking from the side of our house by the ferns to the resident Mazzeo, a fuzzy-bearded reddish-ginger who said he couldn’t help her in her quest to “get into the house”–“I’ve seen her on the deck sometimes,” he said, “I avoid contact.” Yes, while engaging in VERY CLOSE CONTACT indeed with radar weaponry from inside that house. She asked him if he was visiting for the summer–she may have even asked about his mother–sounded odd to me–I thought I heard that–and he said No, I live here. This is my house, he lied, I’ve been here about two years now. Yes, he and his fifteen Israeli clone-brothers. I’m Joe, he said. [This would be interesting fiction if it weren’t happening. The CIA likes Twilight Zone and I think they were playing Uber Twilight this afternoon.] Well, bye for now, she signed off, sounding like Doctor Email.
I saw her taking a photo of the house from one side. Why? I stepped away, for that is spy behavior.
Then I went indoors back to my work and about an hour later I came down for some tea and listened to the voice mail left on the answering machine. It was my cousin Nalini, it said, and she had been in the Boston area and thought she would visit me. In fact, she had come by and knocked on the door she said and she was outside, and if I could open the door it would be great. Now this sounds a lot like the “Behavioral Health” people who come by and bother people–the Feb 4 visitations here said just that, “Can you come to the door?” This is the cousin Nalini who conspired with my sister and my husband back in 2013 to “take her to Shubha” “take her to a second psychiatrist saying it’s marital counseling” and was rude to me later at a family reunion perhaps in 2016 and has never apologized, nor had an honest conversation with me about what has been transpiring here, even after my emails to her and my sister. So how exactly does she imagine she can waltz up here and ambush me in this fashion–and oh yes, not even mention my sister at all, the one standing outside with her?
When I looked briefly, I saw only a pale yellow hat and a quilted burgundy jacket, later a round face with glasses–she did not look like my cousin Nalini who is tall and half-English in appearance.
So, I am confused: how was it the voice on the phone sounded like Nalini?
Some kind of weird shapeshifting or Voice Morphing was in evidence I think, and I am noting this down for the record. My cousin Nalini ALSO needs to call or email me PRIOR, much PRIOR, and have a CONVERSATION with me, before she comes to visit me or before I can decide if I wish to see her. She is a Public Health MPH and works for MITRE, a Defense corporation. There is NO WAY I am going to be opening my door to anyone in the slightest bit unsupportive of me and unaware–and not respectful– of my journalism.
As for my sister she is forbidden from coming here. She is a doctor. She is full of misinformation. The last time she was here she said “We can call the police if she is violent” and “We can’t take her out of the house until she gets a schizophrenia diagnosis”–and she was taking pics of our fridge, our house. There is NO WAY my sister is returning here without an APOLOGY for what she has done–and indication that she has changed, that she understands now the POLICE ARE TERRORISTS, you can never call them! [And no one is going to be “Violent”–she got that word from Shubha, the PSYCHIATRIST TERRORIST who uses fabrications like that. PSYCHIATRISTS put these ideas out like viruses, they are FALSE.]
I am writing this down for a reason. My sister can NEVER visit me ever again, NEVER, without extended conversation in a letter or email. She has been given ample opportunity by me to speak with me, for us to discuss the truth together. If that indeed was her and she came by in an ambush operation–then that is absurd, she cannot come back, she cannot attempt to speak to me. I can only speak to family who are supportive and respectful of my journalism–and my reportage of the personal horrors visited on me here by the planted mercenaries next door whom one cannot speak with. NOONE IN MY FAMILY CAN COME HERE AND SPEAK TO THE MAZZEO OR CHEN LIMING OR QDC-QPD TERRORISTS AND ALSO EXPECT TO SPEAK WITH ME AGAIN: DON’T BOTHER. These people are radio-weapon-using murderers and radio-molesters and entrap-artists who run screaming and lying operations; you cannot speak to them.
What is happening is my sister has been “Activated” by this criminal CIA-Police operation around me here to come and ambush me again it appears. Perhaps because I am looking at the Israel agreements and working on the Air Force documents which implicate the CIA quite openly. The CIA cannot expect to keep its WEAPONS OF TORTURE and PRACTICES OF TORTURE USING THESE WEAPONS secret forever.
But it is INSANE, that they would seek to stop me from reporting what is going to be reported. Sure they could put a bullet in my head, like they did numerous others–Gary Webb and Michael Hastings come to mind. My car has been removed from here. My husband has not returned, my daughter is still being kept from even COMMUNICATING with me. This is not a divorce-custody thing I am speaking about–there was no divorce and no separation. But the CIA and the Mazzeos want to separate us, apparently. The CIA wants to run mother-child-separation operations. The CIA wants my daughter to never be influenced by me. Can it be anyone else? The QPD, the FBI, and the CIA, holding hands here. Sending people false Threat letters, to keep them from their own home, their own lives. Then pounding the journalist to pieces, and seeking to re-“Hospitalize” her? IT WILL NEVER HAPPEN. I will NEVER be entering a single AMBULANCE, POLICE CAR, OR HOSPITAL IN BOSTON EVER AGAIN. The Mazzeos and Chens and Starsiak tenants are advised to stop running their crappy set-ups and Ops on me. And my family ditto: WAKE UP AND SEE WHAT IS GOING ON HERE! 6:36 pm, June 19, 2025.
6:48 pm: Let me also note that yesterday I was IMMENSELY thwarted from working on my computer and I was majorly hit yesterday, last night and today with ELECTROSHOCKS with ELECTRIC PULSE GENERATORS on the top of my head, reported above. Then I shielded and I suspect the crims next door weren’t able to “brain-decode” or “neural network map” very well–they also failed to put me to sleep after I figured out that they were sending RF PULSE HITS to my spine, to spots on my spine, perhaps to an RF implant affixed in South Shore to my spine, lower part, which was making me fall asleep over my reading, just instant sleep, and I shielded that area with rubber not tin as I had tried first (a Jar lid, didn’t work). The rubber is hard rubber and I recommend people do that, use rolled harder rubber–look online for bath mats, pressure cooker liner, things like that–if they are being attacked like this.
These guys next door are ISRAELI THUGS using very sophisticated, constantly re-developed precision energy and electrical weapons to STOP JOURNALISTS, STOP WRITERS, STOP SCHOLARS, STOP TEACHERS. That is what is happening here. They need to be deported. I am an American who is being attacked through-wall by both local PDs, CIA, and other country citizens–mostly Israel, China, Japan, Russia, it seems–and a lot of University terrorists as well–I think MIT is here, and Tufts, and Harvard.
9:01 pm: The squawkers at the Mergels’ backyard are still issuing sudden twisted yells. A fire can be seen by the swimming pool now and perhaps their entire pile of firewood next to them will go up in smoke soon.
Meanwhile, the Mazzeos must have called their Favorite Friends from the SS Area of Operation for “Help and Support, they’re being found out again” for Black Pickup Man zoomed in a while ago–perhaps an hour or so now–and parked in front as if he absolutely must. No doubt to issue Spinal Heating from there, and Jerk Electroshocks–pumping pulse blasts currently behind me on shielding, pulse after pulse. Perhaps from his truck–although Kimby J and pals sit obsessively inside their temporary homes and pulse-hit too, minute after minute.
10:44 pm: Intense pinprick radar attack, sharp like an INSECT BITE RADAR WEAPON on left foot as Israel’s protection by the US is examined. The temperature is a 100 degrees, and both the Mazzeos and Black Pickup man as well as the Chens from their shed and other 5G installations are blasting high heat 5G into the room. With these weapons, the Israelis who are hiding next door in the Norton house, pretending to be Americans and employed in Massachusetts or students studying in Boston and innocent bearded scholars are able to ATTACK, TORTURE, and EXTERMINATE as many writers as they please, from living right next door to them. The Police protect them–they’re a Phone Call of Lies away–and they can attack hearts (sizzle at my heart just now, 10:48 pm) as much as they like and get away with it. Hey if no one can see us and no one will believe her, we can send her a Threat Signal right? Just a tiny sizzle at the heart, nothing much: Minimal Risk! Very ethical and upright, noble and virtuous in fact, the Settlers in Massachusetts. No one who is a Writer is going to be reporting their Criminal Weapons were they not being used on them. These are Threat and Silence Weapons, which people are afraid to speak of. And the ones finetuning them think they can keep doing this forever.
11:51 pm: A kind of helicopter with Machine Intel sound over its engines buzzed over the backyard just now. Just prior, at 11:47 pm, the Mazzeos sent a sharp hit to a shield beneath me. They have been sending RF pulses. I did a little Vibration-Dance in place to send that nastiness back into the Ether for Forgetting. Then the helicopter.
If you watch some Native American dances–as I did very briefly this evening–I saw some Sioux and Shawnee Sioux war dances, you will see how amazingly in rhythm their bodies move and how in tune with the elements they are and how easy it is for all of us therefore to sink sinuously into the rhythms of the cosmos (positive ones) and send our own healing vibrations and thoughts into the Universe. We can heal with our bodies and movements, our singing, our painting, our walking slowly and happily in Nature, our individual Self-Light, just by willing it–don’t worry a bit about their WEAPONS at all, for what we have is the power of Light spilling out continually from our Lives, living fully and vibrantly as our true soul-selves (Yes, tell your parents you absolutely Are NOT going to Law School! You want to paint instead…or play piano…or teach children how to paint…or think, or write fiction or poetry.)(Start your own schools for the children–we all should. We DON’T have to prop up their BIOTECH, MEDICINE, BRAIN MODIFICATION, and WAR INDUSTRIES!)(And yes, you CAN ALL STAR in your own movies! We have to start MULTIPLE ALTERNATIVES to the ZIONIST Hollywood and New York VIPER industries of DEATH to AMERICAN LITERATURE (same in every country–do your own thing, from scratch, get together with your school friends!)
We need to dance like the Natives from every country, including America. I am filled with desire now to learn all of these wild and perfect dances! They seem to know a thing or two about Music and about the Elements and I have to say Drums are incredibly hypnotic!
Private Print Logs, June 20, 2025
11:21 am: Blasthit, sounded, on the steel colander propped behind me–right after a long-circling drone or plane left. The Shed Men are lashing out blindly at my brain–LEFT BRAIN–it seems this morning after their CIA-Mossad-MI5 Joint Effort to drag me out of my house by my hair yesterday afternoon FAILED. [I am wondering now if that was really my sister or a lookalike they picked up from London–or Dorchester–and that woman with her sure as heck wasn’t my cousin Nalini.] Major lawnmower start up and vroomer up Pine, 11:24 am. It’s like they were all waiting for me to start writing here again! Amazing! [AMAZINGLY INSANE.]
[They sent a plane quick soon as I started to advise the children above….I had to finish up that bit about the dancing.] 11:31 am.
About LIterature: Yes we can go on forever about this and I probably will repeat myself on this subject shortly when I hit a camera again, but for now: THEY HAVE DESTROYED THE PUBLICATION OF AMERICAN LITERATURE IN THE USA SINCE ZELDA’s TIME–ZELDA AND SCOTT FITZGERALD. Zelda was a major fiction writer, a ballet & other dancer, a major artist–and they disappeared her, labeling her INSANE. Scott was disappeared later, as an alcoholic in Hollywood. They were both KILLED YOUNG. To what extent have they actually been KILLING OFF our major talents, in every field? They’ve sure Suppressed us all.
4:15 pm: Interestingly, a few more lines I had penned above were disappeared as I took a break and returned. The Mazzeos I guess did not like my Noticing of Zionist Destruction actions of American Poetry and American Fiction and American Memoir.
In fact they were disappeared so thoroughly I could not find them later using WordPress’s Revisions function. At Revision 100 on my browsers, the Revisions freeze it appears. And the Mazzeo-CIA function can step in–Dysfunctionally–and wipe out text like I had never written it.
We are at Revision 100 now and the Number of Revisions refuse to move from that number although I am saving paragraph by paragraph.
Thousands of American poets, fiction writers, and memoirists, children’s book writers, YA novelists and artists in training have been disappeared by the CIA-MockOp-Zionist-Pilgrim Society Coagulates since the 1920s and probably earlier. MFAs have been disappeared en masse since their degree programs in Creative Writing–Terminal degrees, equivalent to PhDs–began, in the late 1960s when Ronald Verlin Cassell and George Garrett founded the AWP in 1967. [The history is not fully known to me; more to read; Wikipedia & the AWP website have some dates.] There were 13 Creative Writing programs some newly established then. The MFA in Creative Writing like all MFA programs are Gifts Beyond Imagining for writers, it was for me and for countless of my friends and colleagues with MFAs, one of those things you look back as a writer at and are eternally grateful for. But so few of the MFAs I knew are published. There are so many talented, exceptional, whose work has been disappeared. A larger subject, with Large Implications–even we with this privileged degree have been kept down. You would think (I wrote above, when the Mazzeos clicked in with Permanent Erase) that contemporary American Literature has been penned alone by Michael Chabon and Jonathan Lethem. And Dave Eggers and Jonathan Safran Foer. Yes there are many others and stories behind all of their struggles to publish. But the New York — and California — publishing industry publishes Jewish writers disproportionately and interminably, Tokens when they feel like it, and the rest of us very little. They do string us along though and anyone publishing fiction has experienced their exploitations. Anyway, a larger subject.
We need our own publishing industries, our own Presses, our own Bookstores, our own Networks, our own Radio and Podcast Programs, our own Networks to celebrate our children, our youth, our 20 and 30 year olds who know they are Writers and Artists and Filmmakers and Dancers and Singers and Playwrights and Actors and Musicians and Need to be recognized young, published young, encouraged young. And there are ways we can all move into doing this, into helping our kids and grandkids and ourselves too–Retirement doesn’t need to be falling dead into a vacuum of no life, no social activity, no intellectual connection. [I’m not retiring, merely mentioning the Retired can wake up and live their lives the way they want too.]
And writers like myself who’ve been destroyed by New York and Langley, Princeton and Yale need to publish our work too and run our own lit reviews and presses and return to our lives the ways we need to.
Obviously in my case, I need to get on with the Journalism and be freed by the “Security” agencies from constant stalking, hounding and Terrorism.
Why have they become Terrorists?
Princeton and Yale behind them? Or just the Oil Barons?
Biotech, Wartech, and Mining the Earth Tech industries are bound to fail, now that the World is Awakening. All MIlTech will fail. Wars will end. The exploitation and cruel use and abuse of animals will end. It is inevitable now, now that we see what is happening. [God is happening.]
Anyway, back to the Reports of Terror.
A plane just soared high as I was writing. Another industry–light planes loaded with radar and sensors and cameras–which needs wrapping up–or give rides to the children, for $$. 5:03 pm.
At 12:16 pm, I heard the same skewed voice from yesterday shouting my name in a far-away childhood way: Ramala! Ramala!
I was writing so couldn’t be disturbed.
Maybe 8 or 9 or 10 minutes later I went down to the front to take a look. A snazzy white car with some black detail was parked in front of our house. A black pickup with a Medical Blue license plate parked in front of the Chens’. Several other cars on the street. I saw no one.
After a while the white car pulled out, reversed and went up the hill in a seemingly decrepit way, as if two old Indian women unable to drive were driving it. A blackish grey SUV parked on the hill on the Chen side came down and reversed and parked the other way and sat there. Some SUVs went up the hill. A gray SUV of some kind pulled out slowly from the Murphys’ drive and went away. I went to the other window and noticed more SUVs, flat tops–police-cars–parked here and there. The Medical Blue sedan in front of the blue house.
Things were quiet. A wind was blowing leaves about on the trees. The shorter Kimby J I had seen in the morning stepped out in light orange and black leggings–even though it was very hot. Went into her car and sat in it. The small boy I had seen her with earlier–and this morning supposedly taking a walk or coming in to this house for her Skit for the Day–got in in the back. Dark blue shirt with the number 12 on it and red shorts.
The CIA and the FBI and the “Behavioral Health” people –5:17 pm: I had to take a breath and sip water with peach juice and Vitamin C in it because 5G was blasting at me from the computer–the plane came back and circled–Itching all over my body, Nano from the sky and microwaving courtesy a hundred installations nearby–they haven’t given up and apparently were planning another crazed “Intervention.”
I saw the white car come back up the street and pause on the hill and reverse and park in front of the darker SUV and they both just sat there. I forgot to go run get the laptop for a pic.
They waited quite a while then left.
Another blackish-grey military looking SUV showed up and parked. I took a pic then. The Chens had been staging some yelling as they took their toddler–bawling–and left. The woman is shorter than Ngoan Chen and pinker. Likewise the Chen Liming. Clones, I have concluded. Very hard to tell if you are not paying attention. I saw only one kid. The guy seems hunched with a rather fierce looking neck. [But so did his twin before him.] The other couple–who came here in 2023, Spring–seem to have been exchanged out for this one. At least for this morning.
When the woman called my name in that skewed fashion it was clear she was not my sister.
So my conclusion is both women were plants–either FBI or CIA–and playing out an elaborate charade here. Dull clamp hit on left sole, middle, 5:24 pm. I would have thought CIA but I am reading Sibel Edmonds’ Classified Woman and it seems the FBI is full of surprises too.
It’s the CIA running the “Surveillance Role Players” — I know we heard that phrase first from the DHS– in the Asylum. But maybe the FBI was in there too? I don’t know. No one “auditing” to end their charade, as far as I could tell–it went on forever. I am speaking of Bournewood–but Steward Carney had them too, Role Players.
I’ll have to write more about it soon.
I went outside in the back for something–water some plants, hang up a birdfeeder on a limb of the honeysuckle, one from the deck. Then I came back in and found there was another message on the answering machine. Playing it it was clear someone who is working hard on Voice Morphing and imitating people’s voices is working in the Past, on Previous Nalinis. She had a Thamil accent on the English and a lot of pauses and repeats of asking me to open the door for a chat. So this is Behavioral Health, Quincy–must have been sent by Terence McD and M. Kennedy just as soon as they read their names in here and the monikker “Terrorist”: Sorry, I am Unrepentant. They have behaved as such to me and I will not retract that statement. They and the entire Police Force who are probably all crowding the Hair Salons of the South Shore as we speak, buzzing their haircuts even tighter for Terrorism.
I have to write a Notice of and for Family and warn others the “Police” and FBI and CIA are using tricks like Voice Morphing, Body Doubles, in addition to Clones for gaslighting and Luring-Out-for-a- Section-12 purposes.
One more thing to report.
5:32 pm: Yesterday when the two women were here and I came to the front and was pondering cracking open a window to hear better, I heard the non-sister-playing one say “We have to get her credit card” –In English, Thamil-inflected. The rest of the mumbling I heard between them was all Thamil.
It was very hot and very odd as well that the other woman had a quilted jacket on and a hat.
[Distant siren, 5:39 pm.]
I couldn’t figure out the credit card thing, I had to think about this a few times–and the Acoustic Neurotech AI Circle Opsters and others with Spy Tech here had to inform me what this was about. They had intended a Heist, a coming in and grabbing and knocking out and a calling of an ambulance? Hard to believe after all my letters and reports. But apparently it’s the Report on Israel they were diving in on. Wanting to stop me again.
I wasn’t expecting my sister either and it bothers me there are people who can make their faces look like someone else’s. Just as in 2013 when my sis was supposed to go home to India for Christmas and came here instead is what they were echoing I think–our father’s 92nd birthday is next week and she may have been planning a trip to India, I would too if I could but I can’t–but this woman may not have been my sister.
The second voice message from Nalini also did not mention my sister.
I wrote some letters to my father, Paul and Sophie yesterday and responded to an Email ID Overlay of my brother in law Darren today. I am posting all Overlay letters sent to me, it’s absurd and insane what they are doing. Plus, I have no way of knowing if anyone gets my emails. No one responds. Select Letters to Family has my (email) letters in them.
POLICE HARASSMENT AND BEHAVIORAL HEALTH TERRORISM
So that’s what this is. That new black fusion pickup truck with the blue MSP-style license plates was parked at the Chens’ for a long time. Was he sending a Threat message or was he there for some Sudden Swarming and Grabbing?
5:55 pm: When I cannot go outside in front for fear of police vans and camou- police-people coming by to once more “take my credit card” and call an ambulance, that’s TERRORIZING and ATTACK. When I cannot go out in back anymore without a scarf over my head, neck shielding, upper back shielding to shield my face and neck from further Nanotech Spray Attack, it means I am being actively ATTACKED and SUBJUGATED. I cannot be myself or live as myself, as a Writer or Journalist. That’s CENSORSHIP OF JOURNALISM, STIFLING OF FREE SPEECH, Nazism. [Intense heat on my neck and back–Mazzeo shed, active ADT in use. Mazzeo house as well, my front area is burning. 5:59 pm.]
6:25 pm: How odd. I heard a funny sound by the front and went over and found Mr Black Pickup Truck I am QPD has waltzed down and parked again in front of our house. Does he think we are his Private Parking Lot?
Then pretend Murphy action with more SUVS, minivans, “We’re not Planted Mercenaries who run Light Ops and Laser Ops all night and all day, we’re Normal” Kristin-Murphy-Attempters.
Lots of black and white imagery on the people…
I should also mention that earlier, a little after the Non-Action today–or Missed-Action–I saw a man in a pale orange shirt walking a large brown dog down Pine, near the blue house. Now that was the exact same color of Blondie-Shorter’s churidhar top (looked like it).
And here’s that color:
Intercept 1, Law Enforcement/Emergency Services.
While the non-Nalini woman from yesterday was wearing a floppy cotton hat in that pale yellow there of “Community Corrections/Community Support”.
So, fun and games here on Pine in Circle after Circle. RNM on my left calf, 6:47 pm–Chens or Starsiak tenants.
Wheelspinning, as Phillip from the CIA-at-Bournewood put it. “It’s all Wheelspinning unless you ACT.”
I have acted quite a bit, and THEY are still here, repeating themselves. Pathetic. 6:49 pm.
And just for Ohio, please, curb the Northeast Ohio Medical University:
Sequential Intercept Model | CJCCOE | NEOMED
They are trolling for INMATES for their Jails and for their ASYLUMS and as we all know they use Inverse-Speak. The thing that is Not, is the Thing That IS, they insist. While in fact aiming to make the Thing HAPPEN…”We are helping the Mentally Ill, so much” “We are helping to get them Into Jail first so we can help them get Out of it!” [Imagine wild bawdy laughter at the Black Ops Club down at the police station.]
