Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | July 8, 2025
11:18 am: It was 10:51 am when I came inside from watering in the front, mostly from the porch. At about 10:45 am possibly, the woman who lives across the street and drives the Chevy Traverse blasted up Pine and came driving toward our house. I left the hose where it was, watering the mangled yew by the porch–the painters mangled it, in 2022, and the then-resident Paul-clone, refusing to listen to me and mangling all the trees in front–and ran inside. Watched, it was her, getting out casually on my native plant strip, banging the door insouciant, going into her house. There was no Blondie black SUV there in front as there is now–she’s come up quick, to pretend all the spots are taken, they so need this one. Right. I went back out, resumed watering. Heart congestion hits right away, as right now. [I keep moving my shielding.] 11:23 am. When you have heart hit weapons, point and shoot is all you need, you can kill your neighbor quite comfortably, from your couch.
I brought my sound shield out for a reading and learned I was being blast pulsed at the heart from both ehr Chevy Traverse and the Black Pickup, parked like a gorgon at head of that drive, facing us.
A little earlier in the side yard, watering by the crab apple, slams of doors alerted me to Black Pickup man’s presence and I looked and there he was. Truck parked with back to us then as it was last night. Fiddling with his passenger seat, putting a child’s car seat in. Imagine. Sticking a 2 year old or 1 year old in the cab of thatcrazy pickup and driving about like that’s Normal. Over yon in the Police Department, Normal seems to mean Verge of Crisis, Crisis Creation Nonstop, or Why Not Emergency?
11:26 am: Tightness at my chest. Blasthit from behind from the Mazzeos, who are the Polizei’s best friends. “We watch out for our Boys in Blue and Black” “No one must criticize them” “Or critique them.” R-right.
11:27 am: So the Police are Threat Parking and Heart Hitting, in silence. “No one can Fault us.” “We are honest upright people.”
The man I saw was pinker, heavier, slower. I have seen him before. So these two are clone-brothers–Quincy is Klonesville–and they are slightly different from each other therefore GMCs–genetically modified clones. Italian-looking, dark hair, pinkish skin, medium height–for America. Holy look on his face. Like they all have. We are Police, or Police Parties, or Police Contractors, and we are keeping the “Vermin in check. “Pest Control” vans followed me about at Harvard that one summer we visited the Natural History museum. 11:32 am.
A zoomer just went down the street. They are not easing up, it seems.
When I went out and watered the cherry tree and pulled up more milkweed, the first swarmer was the blue Roman with the black hood which came blasting up making Threat sounds, pulled into its drive and sat there. The driver got out–young, tall, checked shirt. He got back in and sat there. I came back out (I had run in) and moved the hose to the rudbeckias and peonies which need water. Everything was dry-looking, I sprayed and showered all, I saw the tree hydrangea has grown a bit and looks healthy in the sunlight. Such few daisies. Queen Anne’s lace coming up everywhere. Which I don’t mind, but I would have gardened a bit to slide in others–more Rudbeckia, Gaura, the Patricia geranium, Liatris–had I been able to. As it is, needing to run in when a single car comes along, I can’t do a thing. 11:39 am.
11:40 am: I need to go find more shielding . My back is being buzzed, that central spot where the Mazzeo man sharpshot me.
11:40 am: I was able to fill the birdbath fractionally, yank some milkweed, bring the yard waste can out, lug the heavy boxes Amazon had left on the front walk into the porch and inside. In that time, a sedan flew down the hill and pulled in above the Mergels, then a brown minivan pulled out, a white SUV came sharking up behind the Chevy, slowly went up the hill {I was running in each time, from front yard and porch], vroomer was revving, then Chevy Traverse charged up, then a boy on a scootee started buzzing about closeby, doing flips on his scootee–or skates or whatever.
Constant companionship apparently. “She must be pulsed at the heart nonstop.” “She must be Ambushed with Chevy Parking.” “She must be terrorized and swarmed.” “She must be stalked by boys on scootees nonstop.” 11:44 am. Zoomer outside currently, and electricity at my feet as well.
Earlier, stepping out on the back deck, a cacophony of lawnmowers on Elmwood and lower Pine for about 20 minutes–military Noise Harassment. Attacking all: babies, children, birds, mothers, fathers–and the entire coterie of Chinese and Israeli and Khazar and Russian and CIA criminals hanging out here, blasting brains. 11:45 am.
But most of all marking the moment my precious self steps out onto my own deck and my own backyard. That’s the “Protocol” the criminals are following here, smearing Me as the One to Watch Out For–apparently with nonstop harassment–just so each of Them can keep Cannibalizing, Terrorizing, Devouring Brains and Bodies in “Secret”.11:54 am
One of the words they have been throwing into the house lately is “Long-Term”. This morning, on the deck, circle-opsters oblige. Long-term Terror for activists and writers, is it? Yes. That is it. These are people from China and Israel and Russia they are Socialism and Communism and Repression. They are young, but they are working for these people. Repression and Suppression is the Norm for the Future. How about the Present? When you are hit with Weapons like this you have to understand [Left Brain hit, Mazzeos, 11:59 am] this is Repression. You are being Repressed. You are a Victim.
“Significant” says the keyboard. [How clever is the CIA, with its sophisticated Sound Tech!] 12:00 pm.
A blue jay calls from the side, then the front. I Did put out birdseed this morning, and some bread and apple. 12:01 pm.
Blasthit on shielding behind me, Mazzeos, 12:01 pm. There is the Black Chillout Lounge Van on the street as well.
This morning, in the bathroom, I was brainhit from above and to the left, on my left brain, from the windows higher on the hill, I imagined. Might just be the Chen Limings next door. [Blasthit, sounded LRAD, on shielding behind my head, 12:03 pm. Car door slams in front.] The Ngoan Chen screamer has moved to a house beyond the Mergels and has been yelling from there. [Sounds of kids getting in cars and doors, 12:03 pm. Staged child movements.]
Woken at 3:30 am this morning–extreme heat, a very still night and frequencies on the bed and on my brain to wake me I think–spinal heat too–I was twisted around on the bed. The Mazzeos have 2 SUVS in that drive; the people across hit from their drives, ADT on my spine has been a fixation of theirs for some time now. 12:05 pm.
Yes I am surfacing a Crime the Police, the Security people, the FBI, the CIA, DARPA, and DOD seem to think they can keep on and on and on running on our bodies, calling us their “Human Test Subjects” or “Terrorists” or “Violent Extremists” or “Dangerous Schizophrenics”. {Blasthit on back of my head, LRAD, Mazzeos–loud as anything because there is No One here to stop them. 12:07 pm]
I’ve been told this is Satanism.
Yes, no doubt. But we are not living in a country without Laws. We have Laws, and We have Rights. 12:08 pm.
There is no Law permitting “Law Enforcement” to become Terrorists, Torturers, Murderers, or any other kind of Obvious Criminals. 12:09 pm.
I breathe, and the Mazzeos send an LRAD to the back of my head. Twenty-five-year-old and thirty-year-old men. 12:10 pm.
The “Satanists” need to know they have to HALT this criminality, nationwide and worldwide. The future is not LONG TERM TERRORIZING of the entire populace and ENSLAVEMENT OF ARTISTS WRITERS JOURNALISTS ACTIVISTS. The future is the EMERGENCE OF CONSCIOUSNESS INTO THE OPEN. 12:11 pm.
1:09 pm: So when I got up around that time, I saw the Chevy had left and the Blondie 1 & 2 Black SUV was in place now, on the other side. I had heard a child say Come on, Come on! before the Chevy took off. So the Blondie Black SUV brings a child over and the Chevy Mom Now and Then took the child away–a contrivance, to sort of alibi their Terrorizing. All very PD (plausible deniability) they think. Except not, when it’s so well-timed to attack. Car door slams from the street, possibly the Pickup Truck. 1:11 pm.
Just now at 1:05 pm upstairs, in our Master Bedroom, by my bed where I usually sit–too hot today–to work, I was massively heart-hit with sudden congestion frequencies and had to grab a shield to hold against my heart. Instant zooming, plane-flying, car rushing up to park near the pole opposite. I found my camera finally, that car had vanished, I took a few of the street. The camera was drained once, I had to recharge in between. 1:14 pm.
I should mention that various of the Air Force’s fighter planes have been by here since yesterday evening when one came very low almost grazing my head as I stood by the kitchen sink actually washing dishes, and all morning today as I went about my routines of sweeping the deck, feeding the birds (I don’t feed them that much and others are needed, to fill in the gaps, these birds are not going to live through any season whatsoever without people putting out nuts and seeds, apples, berries, bread). They had their Special DARPA Audio Tech Neuro Tech Ops splayed over their engines and they went by, growling out words picked up by the BCI-CBI Tech network, adding in Special Commentary as well: You have a very important Job. Yes indeed. Staying alive in the face of Constant Oppression, and Revealing the Crime of those who believe calling themselves Police is indeed a Noble Thing. 1:39 pm. And when is the Air Force going to STOP its criminal “weapons-testing” projects? 1:40 pm. Because it is going to. Sorry to sound so spectacular but the fact of the matter is, it’s either Us or Them. And no, it’s not going to be Them. 1:41 pm.
2:12 pm: Sharp, probing radar access of a nerve on my right cheek, Chen Liming house. 2:14 pm. Shielding. No idea what they’re doing. Trigeminal Neuralgia? Carving out more lines that side of my face? I have caught them doing that at my mouth, neck….these are Professional Mutilators. In addition to Waterlily Thieves and Zinnia thieves. All my new freshly planted, shooting-upward zinnias INSIDE my backyard stolen by these criminals. Just noticed it this morning. Had seen some removed earlier, now the rest. Unless Bunnies eat Zinnia plants? I’ll have to look that up but I seriously doubt it.
2:29 pm: Drone flying above. Was just blasthit with electroshock energy on the back of my head. Just prior it was Sleep energy. I got up, got things. Took a pic of the Chevy T which is back now, because apparently Chevy T Mama Bear there owns my garden (No she doesn’t). Upstairs, could not stand for more than half a second. Felt like a UWB blast was aiming for my heart. Ultra Wideband Radar, a Mass Police weapon. Blasting out from their garage and cars probably. Loud plane, 2:31 pm.
3:42 pm: Drones. Zoomers. And being pulsed at my heart–atrial fib–as I am striving to write the Correction Letter to my earlier Letter of Notice to the AG. A little insane you think? They put no stops on themselves–and they have in some incredibly curious way gotten permission to blast me with pulses on my heart chakra and chest–just parking their car outside, at the Chen Limings or that Murphy hill, or just in front of our own house. 3:44 pm. Perhaps it is “Community Corrections of my Heart EMF which is Erratic and Needs Correcting”? Or wait, maybe it is “Long Range Medical Treatment for her Heart Condition she doesn’t know she Inherited from our Heart Pulsing Weapon”?
4:15 pm: A few minutes ago a Mazzeo leapt into his car in the drive–2 feet to my left–a drone came up again and then pulse hits on the shield at my chest. Just prior, sudden brain shock blasts at the back of my head from the street and the Starsiak house opposite, disrupting my train of thought. That’s DARPA’s idea of Narrative Disruption: Just park outside the writer’s window and Blast Shock the thought out of her head, mid-sentence. Sorry that is not an “Ethical Weapon” and DARPA is fined 5 Quintillion Dollars for doing that to me, the CIA and Quincy Police ditto. 4:18 pm. Immediate LRAD on back-fold shielding. Such sad, pathetic CRIMINALS. 4:18 pm.
6:37 pm: Numerous zoomers. A woman parked on the hill in a lethal looking grey SUV but emerging looking innocuous, Short, Asian, young. This IS Quincy, very Asian in demographic, tons of Chinese and Vietnamese and Japanese and more. They do look innocuous–unless they’re wearing QPD uniforms, like the two I have seen here, last fall. A drone above, while my back has been vibrated and my right knee pulsed. The noisy plane has arrived on our right and is “talking” to itself. Reading out this last line. 6:40 pm.
7:01 pm: Extreme cyberhacking on WordPress, on Open Office and on my computer as I try to write and finish my Correction Letter to the AG. The criminal Mazzeos seem to think it is a lark to 1) remove my mouse cursor/pointer on my laptop and keep it gone–it is extremely difficult working without it even on a touch screen and they keep it gone so I cannot select, cannot copy, cannot cut and paste; 2) Keep freezing my page in wordpress so I have to keep shifting between Desktop and Tablet view to find the mini cursor again–so the page can unfreeze and the thing can stop and let me type–basically I am stopped from typing OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER–all to make me frustrated, insane with frustration and KILL MYSELF–that’s what this is about, it is about SUICIDE–they want SUICODE; the CIA wants SUICIDE; ISrael wants SUICIDE; this is SUICIDE CYBERHACKING–and who said they could do this to me? DHS? NSA? FBI? THEY ALL NEED DISMANTLING. Just in case there is anyone in “Surveillance” who doesn’t know what I am doing, I AM A JOURNALIST AND WRITER, I AM REPORTING CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY–and I am being invited to GO KILL YOURSELF. Over and over, NO POINTER, NO CURSOR, PAGES FREEZING–how can I write? DAYS< WEEKS< MONTHS< YEARS have gone by–and INTENSELY IMPORTANT REPORTAGE has been stopped or delayed. This is the case now, attack my writing ability on the page because these CRIMINALS are SHAKING IN THEIR SHOES AT BEING FOUND OUT UTTERLY. They have committed such EXTREME CRIMES OF DEPRAVITY they would ALL BE HUNG COLLECTIVELY if this were 1945 or 1946. Sadly it is post 1947, and we need to STOP THE CRIMINAL CIA, NSA, DHS, FBI; 3) They have taken to jumping my cursor as well on my touch screen–they have grabbed the touch screen signal–why are they here? I am speaking of Israel, the Mazzeos are particularly vicious–KICK THEM OUT. They are here attacking Americans, removing our civil rights, our human rights, thinking they can be as BARBARIC as they are in ISRAEL AGAINST THE PALESTINIANS. The same people who killed Rachel Corrie are here, KILLING ME. 7:09 pm.
Then muster all your talking planes and come by like FLAMING CRIMINALS IN THE SKIES AS WELL. Plane, 7:10 pm, reading this line aloud—No, it is NOT SOME SIGN OF PROGRESS to be able to do that, you are STALKING people.
Private Print Logs, Wednesday, July 9, 2025:
12:13 am: Strange car by the oak tonight. Cluster of projected voices at the Reflectix, exhorting me to Talk! Taak! Tawk!The Chens and Mazzeos both blasting nerves on my mid-left sole & top of right hand, even when I was dancing/exercising at 9 pm to 10 pm. My knees shot–mostly by the Chens but also the Blondie direction and Mazzeos too. 12:21 am.
8:47 am: Being RF pulsed at my belly and colon, nose stuffed already, and a slight cough thanks to massive Mold spraying into the house. That and human shit smells. Which were spiralling out upstairs when I came up here last night and then went on this morning. It rained last evening and night and it is still rainy. Gray skies and green washed leaves dripping with rain. It felt like Madras in June yesterday all day and the rain was so welcome the birds must have cried. I saw a sparrow dip himself in the birdbath in the back under the sweet greens over and over. He was so hot then he needed more and more water on his back, his wings.
Bluejays are calling now and I suppose I will feed them again soon. I have some birdseed in the 2 feeders I half-fill these days and I left some white bread and cinnamon raisin bread in takeout-container lids here and there. The cardinals and tidmouses may have consumed them.
When I stepped out this morning early to put the trash cans out, there was a smell of mold by the trumpet honeysuckle which has bloomed–there are bright orange and mango trumpets all over the vines and on the floor, like near the temple at Spring Valley in Benarghatta. I started saying the Gayatri mantra without thinking then, perhaps I am heading toward becoming a Sanskrit sage–words from ancient texts will pour out of my mouth exactly as if I were an ancient avatar of some holy saint and soon I will be swaying to the tune of the moon and the sun and the scalloped oak leaves which may or may not be Native American. {I have to look that up–did the English bring the oaks here?} [How could they frankly? Aren’t there oaks all over America?] A minor question which any schoolkid can answer I think. American one that is, and I am not second-gen or third-gen, I am an Original, I am from the Subcontinent. [And what a place it is!] I am an Arriver, one who has Arrived, and without exactly intending to, or perhaps, with some vague rumination in hand, some largesse of not-knowing, some discontent, some questing, settled here–over Time, for Settling comes to no one in this Life in your mid-twenties unless of course you are born Old and Knowing, like these Old Souls I have never been nor ever will be. Some have said that
to me, You are an Old Soul, and that is rubbish, don’t believe it. I am as Young as they come, and in fact I was born only Yesterday. 8:59 am [It was a lovely day, there was Sunshine, and Green Grass, and I came out exactly as my mother intended, as perfect as a little mouse with its sweet little hands folded up, and a willing smile, and an interest in Everything. 11:02 am]
9:04 am: Well the first thing I saw–for it was unavoidable–was that Chevy T Police Parker had parked her boat up against my Native America strip, disappearing my Yard Waste can doing so. Where the heck was it? Seriously. Not merely stealing 3 Yard Waste cans this past winter–playing tag with them for weeks, shoving them on the NA Strip nonstop then simply stealing them [because hey, we’re POlice and we can do anything!], disappearing them outright so I am forced to look for alternatives. At the same time, the Trash people refusing to pick up my Trash because I mentioned the old leaves in the can–“You can’t put leaves in the Trash Can. That’s Yard Waste” said the Perky Lady at the other end of the telephone when I called Capitol Waste that time they ignored my trash and picked up everyone else’s. [Maybe 3 weeks ago.] Then she seemed to relent and suggested I keep it out and someone Might come by and pick it up. Well what they did was fish the white plastic trash bag out of the can and leave all the leaves in it. So I converted it into the Yard Waste can and ordered a sticker saying Yard Waste and stuck it on it. I forget if it’s still there. I don’t recall seeing it this morning. If it’s not, it’s Chen Liming-3 and his Spraying Wife there, Ngoan Chen-3 who got it. Not the screamer but the close-to-screamer. Last night I suspect she got some Spraying in. I was outside briefly picking up large boxes of birdseed from the step. I brought in the large green container as well for it had started to drizzle, I left it on the porch. I would like Amazon to take it back but they don’t have a single spot on their website for me to leave a Note for them, to say, please come by and feel free to pick up your large container, I don’t need it. Anyway it is on the porch and as soon as the sun comes out I can leave it on the front walk again. But as I hurried in and shoved this thing to the left by the ledge under the yew (porch wall), I heard rustling and footsteps. Looking through the leaves as I went back in I saw someone in a strapless black dress walk up toward the Chens. Had she pretended to take a walk then come rushing up on the right (Where I hadn’t been looking) and sprayed me as I went in? For I had bumps on my neck last night and I still do this morning. Painful bumps, as if fiber-optic knife-nano had been sprayed into my skin. I am using calendula on it, hoping it will come right out. Cucumber would also work, and aloe vera. Many other wonderful native plants I think–I was studying Native Plants with great interest in becoming a healer myself when they first hit me with their sick RF pulsings. Your life is Mud they said. From now on you are Ours, Our Private Abuse Victim. 9:29 am.
[Earlier, 9:25 am: Very loud car horn, just as if we are all in New York now, and cabs are flying by, quite Yellow.]
9:32 am: I am being thwarted from posting these full-screen images here at those key moments when the coral and red “Updating failed’ messages show up–for it is clear They are popping these messages on my screen, at key moments, to suggest assent, I suspect to what I am writing just then.
To resume: I saw the new Yard Waste can pushed to the middle of the Mazzeo driveway, right in front. I went over and wheeled it back to our driveway, to the spot behind her car, the Pinester’s. Yesterday I had picked up the large branchlet fallen from the oak–attacked with radiation by the Mazzeos first I am sure–covered with whitish green lichen and broken somewhat then, and shoved up against our curb and native strip deliberately, it looked like–and placed it in the can on the side. [Taps on the shielding to the right side, Mazzeos, 9:38 am.] I completed the trash-leaving without incident. 9:38 am.
11:27 am: Unable to breathe, extreme heat all over my back, upper back, left side, nose, face, I pulled the Reflectix roll over my left side and felt and heard the soft pitter pitter of what I think is 5G Millimeter Wave Active Denial System blasted from the shed in the corner of the Mergel house. Yesterday I was in the bathroom and I felt the same sudden pulses of heat come at me from behind and to the left, consuming my left side in a fire of burning. I went to the window, I saw a light at that shed–it is situated katty-corner to that yard and is exactly diagonal to our house–back part of it. [A plane now, with these words being read out by Machine intel over it–11:29 am.] I am being pulse hit with scalar radar also from the shed behind–the Mazzeos–on my elbow, left. Yesterday, freezing of my page here when I was speculating that the Mergels were also police suggested to me that’s what they are. They have police cars–flat-top with ripple–parked in front of their house, SUVS. They frequently have staged psy ops with black-grey cars, dark brown cars, light chocolate cars, white cars….a man wearing lime neon on a bike has been seen there at least 3 times; their house is full of teenagers screaming in the pool–or has been, this past week…Well, these 5G hits–my nose is burning now, this is 5G–are coming from there as well as possibly the Mazzeo roof transmitter. Atrial fib directly at my heart and chakras. I am sitting on the bed facing Pine somewhat–the Murphy hill. Cannot breathe. Being pulsed also at my joints, my shoulders. 11:35 am.
11:48 am: Was at the back window just now looking into the back yard. The small bluejay whose voice they have attacked which said Snak Snak Snak nonstop when I was outside putting birdseed out was crying again and I wondered if something was up. I was being hit intensely at the heart–heart fibbed–must have been from that shed. Mazzeo shed.
11:55 am: Witnessed 3 people going into that Mazzeo house carrying equipment. Once more my camera was EMP’d. I’ll have to check it later.
Also to report: Intense hits on veins on my right leg, backside of my calf. Are they trying to give me varicose veins like my father? They must have targeted him. I must tell him to shield. He needs to get some oven mylar or a baking sheet and put it over his legs when he sleeps. They are wicked, cruel, without compunction. My father was a great walker, a strider through jungles. They wanted to reduce his energy, his walking. That’s intentional torture and I think they tortured him–made his veins twisted and hard. He needs to live on daily Vitamin C, about 3000 mg, in water, pau d’arco to keep his blood thin, nettle tea to keep his blood thin and his energy high, Indian gooseberry every day for its ascorbic acid content, and constant massaging with his own hands using coconut oil, castor oil, neem oil–Indian healing oils. Coconut might be the best, it is thin when fluid. And he needs to shield his veins there so they cannot keep destroying his veins. As Spraying Maniac there next door has sought to destroy my face, spraying collagen day after day into my left cheek near my ear–every single day when I was outside, front or back–[back, say the projected voices from the backyard, all Chinglish, 12:02 pm] so bumps appeared and next thing you know nano spread and my symmetrical face suddenly developed lumps on the left. I am wearing a head scarf now, each time I go out, to protect my face. 12:03 pm.
12:31 pm: Looks like the equipment the 3 Canned Hunters took in next door was ADT, a new kind, I have been almost burned alive in the last few minutes being blasted with 5G from all sides. Have shoved some shielding down my front to stop the Atrial Fibs. I am working on that letter and they don’t like it. They DID it all then quiver when I want to report everything to the AG. Well, sorry, I need all the AGs in this country to hear what I am saying. I am using the mini fan (huge hit above my head on shielding, 12:33 pm–who are these maniacs again? Khazarian right-handers to the Rothschilds? I would like an audience with Jacob Rothschild if so. I have some things to say to him. 12:34 pm) –without this fan I would be dead.
4:59 pm: Just noting here that the Equipment Hunters next door had a good time mauling my forehead as I sought to finish my Correction Letter, drones came and hovered, zoomers zoomed, and weird Background Sound Transmitters have been set up for the sad US-Israel crowd next door which broke my teeth at South Shore and implanted multiple criminal RFIDs on my spine and ran their supernasty Indlish-voices Circle Ops crime at my auditory cortex–cochlear or IC implanting just by your ear so you get a download of those sicko Indlish and Chinglish voices–very very bad accents, desecrating English so (the hope is) your own English goes south, a diabolical scenario set up by, let me guess, US and Israeli Criminals, and English too–RACIST in every way–in your left ear and right ear–these sad Terrorists from Deception Hell want to occupy your Brain now with Background India Background China voices and noises and hums–but I have good news to report.
For a while I have been figuring out their Removal of Comprehension was being run [5:04 pm, intense hearthits, Mazzeo car and shed and house side] by whacking my forehead and I have been seeking to shield here. Well, slide some orgonite over my left temple and what do you know, insane Mazzeo hits on it for an hour reveal the crime–that’s the spot–sort of on your forehead and high up a bit to the left; stick some orgonite there when you write or read to preserve your brain, it works. 5:06 pm.
6:00 pm: Intense hearthits went on as I put the PC down eventually at 5:06 pm, but for the space of writing those 2 paras above –and a little longer as I went to the front window to see what was going on–I was rather intensely blasthit at the heart. Scrambled for shielding and held a pie pan and baking sheet in Reflectix over my heart as I examined the street. I saw the vroomer parked back to us on this side of the street, behind the Black Chillout Lounge van. Then a large Range Rover grayblack sort of thing, perhaps a US Space Command transport unit for the aliens flying in came up and paused in the middle of the street. Camera was drained of battery and I went upstairs. Was that Blondie’s Black SUV? I was after all short-sighted. I noticed from above the thing was parked next to her black minivan–so it wasn’t hers, it was the CIA’s or Israel’s or DARPA’s most likely. I think those men who came running up to syringe-shoot me on my own front walk last October drove a van that color. This thing was parked on a diagonal aimed at our front window and was probably going to run an Orchestrated Op with the Attic Mazzeos. It suddenly swivelled, reversed and took off back down the street it had come up, it was fast, for that size of behemoth. Perhaps had a superfast engine–I must look these up…6:07 pm.
6:27 pm: Jerk electroshock on face and head from direction of Blondie’s Minivan. My face and head jerked in reflex. Sound of a plane or drone directly above.
