Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | July 4th, 2025, 1:37 pm
11:56 am: Reporting here a loud LRAD hit as I wrote the words “Reporter’s Note.” From above and behind: the Mazzeos. Whose large white shuttle is parked at head of their drive again, and large blue Toyota in back by the shed.
11:57 am: At 9:54 am, I went out onto the porch to drop a bag of recycles in the recycle bin by the side. As I went back in, a car revved up and entered the street. As I went in I glanced across–a white car with window open and the man in it purposively taking his hand and touching the left back of his head.
Where I was hit last night when my brain slowed abruptly and I couldn’t think?
Or where my memory has been taken from, all through childhood, youth, and now again, to plunge my writing and writer’s memory into a canyon?
I find it supremely offensive that these criminals sit around munching cheese sandwiches in the comfort and safety of their homes, pointing DEGs at my head, attacking my brain so I suddenly cannot read and take in a word, cannot remember what I just read, and can maintain no continuity with my own coverage as a writer, compelled to go back incessantly to find out. While jerks in white cars drive by, suggesting spots for Brain Removal–could be lies and deflections–but what is their Intent? 12:01 pm.
Drones and planes have been by here the past couple hours, very low, as I stuck shielding on top of my head. Despite which I kept getting lulled off to sleep.
Vibrational tech on the bed, the base of the spine, the top of the spine. Then RF HPM on both temples.
So that reading attack occurred last night when I came upstairs–partial report here at Deep/C-Fakes Run by Boston FBI, CIA, and MI5 Play Cousin & Sister & Try to Break in & Steal Writer’s Credit Card & Ambush Writer for Probably Another (Intended) False Medic-Grab Event.
I suddenly found my reading comprehension being wiped out.
This morning, fixing a sandwich and ruminating on how the Vegenaise seemed to have survived despite the long sojourn outside in a box on the dining-table, unfound–perhaps brought back by the fiend who took it in the first place, that night when they came in and wound up the downstairs loo’s bottom faucet–as I slathered it on fresh Italian bread, dropped off by Whole Foods, and put a slice of vegan cheese in and a folded plant-egg omelette with chipotle chile sprinkled over it; it had maintained its integrity, I thought, and that is not an inaccurate way to refer to a “food product”–those words voiced by the Machine Intel brain-interface-tech supercomputer “AI” circle-of-opsters parked next door. Their voices are injected out on Techno Ampo at once. Very quiet, all in Indlish. Bad voices bad accents.
Are they trying to wipe out My inner voice and replace it with this clown-show circle-ops club with their nasty accents? To degrade my voice and speaking?
It’s not exactly my inner voice for many things qualify for that label.
My eyes keep closing. 12:16 pm. I’ve had a good breakfast, 2 cups of coffee. I shouldn’t be feeling the slightest bit sleepy. But the bed is vibrating once again with very insidious ELFs and something is working to drop me–cliff-drop–into slumber. Massive jerkshock on top of head as my eyes close again, 12:19 pm.
Witnessed 2 sets of people walk by with red shorts, shirts, red….as in Careful, we’re Red! One with a large greyblack van parked in front of the Chens, heads showing
Mazzeo stamps foot outside. 12:20 pm.
I cannot figure out this sleep thing–they’re doing it differently. Still sleepy. 12:22. Cannot think.
12:24 pm: The Machine-Intel set-up circle of voices must be an option on a machine for these freaks next door to press. They must get the Brain Decoding directly in their own heads with a similar setup. Then they press the button for the “Mind Readout” to replay the words said, in Techno Ampo (honk on street by blue house and house by corner, 12:25 pm–confirmation?] and that’s how they get their kicks, this bunch of 20 to 30 year old Chinese-American and Israeli freaks who want to STEAL MY BRAIN, MY THINKING, MY WORDS, MY VOICE, MY EVERYTHING. Yes I am outraged and supremely offended. Note, they are playing back those readouts of MY INNER VOICE, MY THINKING VERBALIZED in THEIR GHASTLY ART-ified accents, Directly from the DungHEAP of Chinese and Indian Criminality Practiced by Spies, and wanting to REPLACE my voice as I verbalize a thought with THEIR Quick-as-mice button-pressing [air horn/train, 12:28 pm], so then I am supposed to express myself in THEIR LOWLIFE WAY, and speak aloud to cement the carnage in THEIR NASTY ACCENTS, a sudden RECREATION of their “creative selves”? Drone with muttering over engines goes by, 12:29 pm. Someone starts up a car.
These people are DISGUSTING PERVERTED BRAIN TERRORISTS.
This is the USA and we have CHINESE and ISRAELI and RUSSIAN spies here, running this crime.
12:39 pm. Leaning back, pulse shots on my spine can be felt. So they’re doing it with PULSE HITS TO SPINE, MIDDLE OF SPINE TOO: PUTTING ME TO SLEEP.`
I WILL get to the bottom of this. I WILL NOT permit this BS to continue. They CANNOT put me to sleep, and they CANNOT steal my voice and my words and my thoughts.
PUTTING ME TO SLEEP HAS BEEN ACCOMPLISHED BY THEM IN THE PAST, IN MY EXPERIENCE WITH:
- Blast shots–RF HPM at temples, both of them.
- Vibrational ELF sent up the spine by getting it into the bed or couch first, very sneaky ELF.
- Vibrational ELF applied at the very base of the spine and shieldable best with hard rubber there.
- Higher frequency ELF pulsing the whole spine.
- Now add in pulse shots to the middle of spine where one of the Mazzeos sharpshot a new RFID–which gets heated up and burns my entire back–a few months ago, without my knowledge at the time but revealed later, in technicolor (Pineal).
Blasthit on shielding at back. Sudden pinprick just now at my right back-of-skull made me scramble to shield further, now the freaks run LRAD Bonanza because they hate the word “Pineal.” We’re all supposed to avoid this word, and just say vague things like, Eat pineapple–for Pineal that is, and keep it all vague, and NEVER reveal what the pineal does.
Another LRAD on shield at top of my head, 12:46 pm.
Staap! moan the Mazzeos on the left. 12:47 pm.
Are there some subjects in the world no-one should ever touch? And why? I don’t get it.
“You don’t need to know” said Phillip Waldron at the Asylum (Bournewood). Announcing himself as CIA right there. “We just wanted to know your Processes.” 12:48 pm, July 4th, 2025
The CIA, confessing inside a hospital, that it was responsible for BRAIN/NEURO WEAPON USE on my BRAIN.
“We didn’t know if a 58-year-old woman could be that…Spry,” said Phillip. The first thing he said, actually, revealing the CIA was CONFESSING to the entire CRIMINAL VERY-HIGH-ENERGY-CROWN ATTACK ON MY BRAIN, MY BODY, MY ENERGY FIELD, MY INTELLIGENCE, [drone sounding like heli, 12:50 pm][hit on shielding to my right back][Thank God I am awake at last, I am no longer falling asleep with every breath], MY LIFE the night of November 26, 2022, 5 days after I spent 3.5 hours in the Beach Street Post Office at Wollaston trying to SEAL a bunch of brown paper boxes because the MAIL PEOPLE lied and told me I needed to do it, and then FILLED UP THE POST OFFICE FOR HOURS WITH PEOPLE so I couldn’t just finish and hand over but had to stand in line OVER AND OVER AND OVER. [US POST OFFICE TERROR AND HARASSMENT AND RACISM.] The attack was run with all of the criminals on this street but also with a plane from US SPACE COMMAND I’m guessing, a US AIR FORCE plane with a very peculiar sound to it, and just MASSIVE ELFS and UHFs sent into my body and into my head simultaneously, waking me from sleep and nearly blasting me off the bed with energy. 12:55 pm.
This was a MK ULTRA ENERGY CROWN attack, and I think it must be what they do to the people they encourage — with actual “INFLUENCE TECHNOLOGIES” meaning projected sound, street theater, holosound, speakers — to go out and shoot and kill people with guns and knives and such. Lime Neon with actual WEAPONRY.
12:59 pm: Looking for pics.
1:18 pm: A Plane went high above and a very sharp radar hit on a nerve in my back was felt. Just before that hits to the shielding there.
So I wonder what that new RF blaster on my back really does? It seems to heat up intensively, make my whole spine hot, my whole back hot. Does it have an internal wireless transmitter? Does the battery power up from my own cells? Today I could not speak, clogged with mucus. DO I have a respiratory infection? If I do, is it possible their sudden extrem-heat-blasting of my spine and back is doing it? They are beating me over and over, to induce a heart-and-lung condition. So I have to take something everyday to heal and restore.
1:21 pm: I was looking for pics of the day those several National Grid men were here and I was planting or had planted the Persicaria from the back in the front garden. It had lovely leaves and I wanted some green in front. It was October or past I think. [Honks from street]. I can’t find the pics on my phone now. Very odd. But I think it was right around that day when the 2 men from Quincy Police in a camou car–Range Rover sort–came to kidnap me with syringes and sedative darts and hands outstretched chasing me into the house and I had that supernatural moment I must probably write down somewhere. They came to CAPTURE me again, just as the Deep C-Fakers SD and Nalini did last week. Drugs, they moan every minute, we need DRUGS inside her system!
[Just now, falling asleep again after that radar hit and new shielding. I am trying to wake up again. 1:26 pm]
1:27 pm: A group of lime and orange-neon-clad workmen from National Grid across the street and one of them saying accusingly, I drink my tea and go to jail! He was young, ginger-haired. I have probably reported this. But someone was telling him something which wasn’t true. He seemed to think I was drinking some kind of tea which was addictive. Or was he referring to my herbal teas which are good for health-restoration and vitality like Stinging Nettle? Was he referring to Equisetum–which can also be drunk as a herbal tea. Equisetum is calming and gentle. But a cleanser, including of mRNA from cells and other kinds of debris. Vitamin C will clear your veins and arteries of debris. I probably need to take both today now that my back is inflamed from their poison ivy spraying and I have mucus in my lungs and throat, strangely.
Equisetum also cleanses the pineal gland like cilantro and cumin and Vitamin C too probably. Having access to the pineal brings you closer to God, as those whose pineals are detoxed know.
1:34 pm: I must keep close guard on this sleeping thing–they seem to be able to hit me directly on the back on my spine and achieve it–instant, unstoppable Sleep hits. 1:36 pm.
2:51 pm: Was just out for a few minutes in the backyard–around 2:35 pm and the moment I stepped out loud gassy-lawnmower start up noises filled the air. From the Mergels. Each time I went in and came out they made that racket. Chinese voices from the 142 Pine house saying in Techno Acousto: Wonderful! Wonderful!
Depressing looking at Quincy Access TV. Seems like a Rah-rah club with Joe Catalano employed by the Mayor.
Like the “Seniors Scam” Police officer they want to employ this week. Dedicated to protecting Seniors, says the Mayor in the Quincy Sun.
I have a role for him in my new play, upcoming.
RNM on left elbow, 2:55 pm.
Heart fibrillations and tightness at chest up here, heat on my back downstairs, and hits at both knees–Chen limings–cavitation at throat by back door–Mazzeos and by sink–Chens. They become sneakier but they don’t leave and they don’t stop. Everyone wearing red on the street including some young kid at a new whitish car by the Blue House.
4:02 pm: From 3:20 pm, when I was first heart-hit from the Mazzeo side–heard some scrabbling by their deck as I wrote and posted the piece publishing my letter to the DNI, Tulsi Gabbard sent on June 29, 2025, I was intensely heart hit–pulses on shield I held up and then hit from behind as someone got in that car by the head of their drive and sent hits. I got up to find my camera and take a pic but did not see much. A black vehicle was parked at 142 Pine. After a minute or so the white car pulled out, just as the silver fusion center pickup pulled in opposite–they must have timed it. Blondie and several kids all dressed in red took pics of themselves in their drive. More zoomers. Loud LRADs on my shielding here as I wrote that last bit about Blondie. Significant: the Mazzeos want to attack me at my heart for reporting this letter. Do they think the letter itself is insignificant?
NOTHING I AM DOING IS INSIGNIFICANT.
These were DEATH HITS. When someone raises an RF HPM weapon to your heart–which they can see through-wall with MILLIMETER WAVE PRIVACY INTRUSION–they are aiming to KILL you. Then run into their car like the cowards they are so they can change out for other Mazzeo men and none of them can be identified or pinpointed. All wearing BEARDS too.
And last night, what about the assholes who ran the CORE BLAST VAGINA BURN HITS FOR AGES? Did they run out in the morning too? Must have. This is how ISRAEL is doing it, along with the CIA. [A droney plane went by, 4:08 pm.] Change them out continually so no one in particular can be blamed. Keep their names hidden–they’re transients, visitors. They’re Workerbees. They’re “UNDER COVER.” They can do anything. Kill anyone. Mutilate, Disfigure, cyberhack for SUICIDE FRUSTRATION. They can burn you anywhere in silence. Then run off in their cars, stroking their russet beards.
That headline obviously IS accurate. The US and Israel are running Joint Torture Operations. But so much more than the CIA involved: the Intelligence Community, IARPA, DARPA, Air Force, Navy, Army, et al.
Are they all going to be “UNDER COVER” forever? 4:11 pm
Also to report: All day, since last night, a nerve and a muscle in my neck on the right being hit by the Chen Limings. 4:12 pm.
4:56 pm: Continuous blast hits on the shield I’ve held at my heart. For about 15 minutes or so. A plane just went by, directly overhead. Planes CANNOT fly over my head or over my home and yard, all helis, drones, planes are FORBIDDEN.
I’ve been listening to Anna’s 4th of July show live in Alaska with Nithi who runs a podcast series called The United States of America podcast. (307) Episode 89 – The United States of America Podcast | 4th July Special – YouTube
News from Anna: The entire international driver’s licensing is going away. I hope in the USA too. Can’t wait to see it end, it is Bogus.
9:27 pm: Unnatural screaming conversation from teenagers at the Mergel pool. Fireworks in the background. They have a BONFIRE or just a FIRE going by the far end, and a boombox and music and flashing lights and kids screaming and squawking unnaturally. Between 7 and 8 pm there were very small children from 142 PIne doing the same, being unnatural, letting lose sudden yells, screams, squawks. Satanic behavior, both sides. Not normal kid behavior but contrived and conscious sound and noise harassment, from children and youth: the FBI recruits children and youth to do their dirty work for them, spy work, but also scream work it seems. CIA involved. 9:29 pm.
The use of my name in low and quiet Techno Ampo, from Mergel and Chen sides, has occurred all evening.
The smell of smoke, wafting in. They are scaring all in the neighborhood with this loud partying at 9:34 pm.
Several planes with kvetching over engines went overhead as I watered and mowed a bit. The battery has died on the mower and I can’t find a spot on it to stick a cord. Grass quite picturesque in places. 9:35 pm.
The main reason I mowed was the choker vine, coming up everywhere. Last year the grass grew high and flopped over and I didn’t bother with it until late in the year when I mowed once. Not sure if I recorded here that the viburnum was filled with bugs yesterday and I sprayed it with neem, I watered today and it rained last night, must spray again. That viburnum had been so healthy and was getting ready to bloom when the bioweapon wielders hit. 9:38 pm.
