Reporter’s Note 110: No, It’s Not Ok to Use Long-Range Electrical Vibrations on People From Next Door, Israel

Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | Sunday, July 13, 2025, 5:19 am

5:09 am: At 5:01 am, a car blasted down Pine making a racket. Perfectly normal, for this insane street.

At 4:33 am, I switched on the light downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee.

At 10 to 4 am, I was checking the time, post being awoken with electrical vibrations on the top of my head reaching all the way down to my feet, my spine vibrating, head vibrating–I wondered why I couldn’t think. And that was why. Only one or two places I could be hit by, the two upper storeys of the Mazzeo house next door and to my right and the Chen Liming house next door and to my left.

I had turned the light on in the spare room upstairs where I had been sleeping before I went downstairs for coffee. When I came back up, a car door slammed. I looked to see if it was Blondie–Kimby J-2–and saw it was the current Chen Liming mini-van, lit and red tail lights gleaming in the drive, half-hanging out. I looked up the sleeping street–a white and a grey car on the hill. A man came out–the current player Chen–large, dressed in seeming olive, went over to the car, made the lights flash, got things out, and did this for some time. Their Israel Police window was lit. An Upstairs window lit. A dining window lit. Childcare emergency at 4 am? Just when I woke up and switched on lights. Sure, a real coincidence.

I should note I was also woken by a Bladder weapon–from the direction of both Starsiaks and Chens. The Chens pay attention most insanely to my bladder. Forced to run to the bathroom, I wake to the Chens waking up and pretending Plausible Deniability. Meanwhile, on the Mazzeo deck, we have flashing strings of lights again, and just further, at the 142 transient Pine mansion with the heavy, ELF equipment, bright mercury lights shining, invoking Guantanamo. 5:18 am.

5:37 am: Pages don’t open, browser freezes. Meanwhile, RF blasts on head to the left were shielded from, then to the right.

9:24 am: Put to sleep again with ELFs at spine inducing deep Theta-wave sleep. I thought, I could sleep all day and all night for days here–like Haley at the Asylum–and no one would ever know. Or care. Woke at 8. At the window, a large black van blasted by followed by a white jeep. Currently, belt-spinning pickup truck can be heard outside the window. Is Black Pickup man back in front of our house? He has disappeared our Yard Waste can. My FOIA queries to the CIty Clerk have remained unanswered. I asked her what this man’s name was so I could report him. Nonstop criminal trespass, vandalism, parking harassment, calling police on lies, and thievery of Yard Waste Cans–4 now: what is his deal? “I must steal your Yard Waste cans so your Yard Waste piles up?” 9:27 am.

6:28 pm: So first of all, the Mazzeos, the QPD people opposite and the large black police car parked by the oak for the whole morning EXCISED a whole chunk of testimony posted here, starting at 12:44 pm, when I was stopped actually from writing with excessive cyberhacking: the touch screen hacked, and ads showing up for every touch of an option, and every single keystroke typed. This went on for some time and when it didn’t pages kept freezing (Siren howling, 6:30 pm). In between sirens wailed, a boy started banging on the scootee opposite, the Mazzeo in the white car set up a vrooming–may have been the blue and black one opposite, he did it too–and car doors banged, yes of course they did. Extreme heat came my way and the Mazzeos kept whacking the mini flashing shield I had at my nape. I was trying to get some info from my United Health pages–screenshots and pdfs. I couldn’t open any pages. The claims didn’t show. I needed to see all the claims and only the one with Olga Novikov’s name on it showed. Oh yes I recall what I wrote. For what I wrote becomes important now that the Mazzeos and Starsiaks’ stars have wiped it. [A clean wipe, not available in Revisions.] I wrote that she had claimed what she claimed–a small amount I thought, are they under-reporting?–for “physician observation and assessment” wondering on the page for what? “patient condition”? [I may have that wrong and must look it up again, struggling, struggling, for the Mazzeos–from Vanguard, or the Rothschild Peace Enforcement Center or the Central Bureau for Zionist Longing for Eternal Suppression of the Human Mind–simply do not want me to See anything attached to any form of my own name, they are that “Protected”.] And was that after she had knocked me out or had me knocked out, or was it after Dr. Chen’s knocking me out or Dr. Wen’s knocking me out? [On the East Coast here, we have many Chinese Doctors who will Do Anything for the CIA, Special Ops, and so on–how did they get into it I wonder, Black Ops….there is a story here and I am sure Dr. Chen is simply dying to tell it and Dr. Wen too, for both have fled the South Shore records and website and are to be found Nowhere. “Absconded” in fact–and I wonder why? Why does the CIA use false names for doctors and disappear the ones who actually were there? Obviously, some reading this will know exactly where they are, these two stalwarts, very different, who yet did the very same thing. [Loud hits on the chair closeby which says…? 6:42 pm.]

“You are not supposed to say the word CIA.”

But why not, when it’s all I’ve got?

We are all Black here, you can’t speak of us.

I must ignore that you exist?

Yes.

So who was it then who knocked me out, entering the room with her name tag on and her tied-back hair and her Chinese face with glasses and then, very little, for neuro-tunnelling was setting in?

[Silence from the black opsters who like it very much when they’re not LRAD’ing on the chair or the shielding.]

And Dr. Chen who said that to me, I’m Dr. Chen–Have you heard any voices? Seen anything?, and received my answer No and then possibly Nodded his balding head (with glasses of course, you cannot escape into CIA without black-rimmed glasses) and had his fleet of motley thugs flip me over on a Something/gurney/table and others approach me in a rush, with horse syringes? 6:47 pm.

A plane approaches, murmuring to itself {Techno Acousto over engines]. 6:48 pm.

Two flew overhead just as I started or tried to start writing–at 5:15 and 5:54 pm. I was adding links to the Mental Health Calls article. Very loud, and one was doing this Supercomputer We are so keen on showing off we can brain-decode in almost real-time Thing. LRAD hit again on chair, 6:50 pm.

South Shore Hospital specializes in knocking women out, I think. So we cannot avoid speaking of them and the word CIA in the same breath. I will have to sit down and count the many times they knocked me out there. And that other place which also did the same thing, the Quincy District Court premises and “Courtroom Lock-up”: was I “medically gassed” in there? [Not enough to slide me into infinity like they did the people in the ovens in Europe, in Auschwitz and Bergen-Belsen–but isn’t it curious, that a Jail in a Court right next to the Public Library in Quincy, Massachusetts–which didn’t want to recognize me as an Author with much to give a Fiction-reading-and-writing-and Poetry-reading-and-writing-audience–would knock women out like that, so casually?]

I have much to say to the CIA and of the CIA, and why should I stop myself? 6:55 pm. July 13, 2025

Private Print Logs July 14, 2025

8:55 am, July 14, 2025: And while these are small things I had also noted I forgot to repost above, they are still relevant: In addition to the major cyberhacking–extreme cyberhacking–I was suddenly subjected to as I sat just here, in our spare bedroom upstairs, fronting the street, with that large black van parked by the oak [Extreme heat on my back, I have to take a break to adjust shielding, 8:57 am–Mazzeos, from their car or shed]–8:58 am: the touch screen failing as every touch set an ad page appearing, then pages disappeared, and every time I tried to type a Police1 page opened up, and a graphic/ad showing with a very large “Jeep Commandant or Commandeer” van like police car displayed and the word LAW prominent on the side of it. Meaning, someone was trying to show me this Police1 page over and over as I sought to make this report here–which by the way is only half of what I do day by day these days. I am working on other articles all the time. Or letters.

The entire NIGHTMARE of the South Shore Hospital Attacks, and the 12-year saga of FALSE PSYCH LABELING is still being addressed by me. Why? Because assholes working in these hospitals, doctors’ offices, police departments, ambulance companies don’t respond. They don’t write back and apologize. They don’t retract their labels. They simply ignore you, and in fact you get insane letters back on occasion from people like the Board of Registration in Medicine, UNSIGNED, telling you “at this time we are aiming to do precisely nothing” and from the DMH (Mental Health) saying “Oh there are no records at all that we have in our CUSTODY, CONTROL, or POSSESSION with your name on it” [Really? Just in the back of the Chevy T parked behind your Conference Room then? Or all handed over to your best friends, the “Police”?]–they may of course be running HIPPAA on you, which also I’ve heard from some of them…but that is absolutely true, Psych Labeling is about Police Stalking and Terrorizing. The police stick you in their databases as “Mentally Ill”, then add up the labels as newer and newer Psychos escalate the Labeling. [Sounds of footsteps, cars, Yes, So very stealth–excuse me I am WRITING STEALTH! 9:10 am.] The police have been locked in this game of stealth so long with the CIA and other Stealth agencies they act like they believe the labeling and simply run their TERROR and TRAUMA “Sequential Intercept Model” without a qualm. Well, they cannot do this. People cannot let them. We cannot let Police attack and persecute people just so the CIA, and Neuralink, and all those Neurotech companies listed in the manual published by the Neurorights Foundation can predate and cannibalize people’s brains–I am speaking of myself and of all those unlawfully targeted like myself who have been handed over like white mice by the FBI, the local fusion centers–that’s the PD and the CIA {My speculation: that these are the ones–FBI, PD, Sheriffs, DHS: local fusion centers, and CIA, for they run all HUMINT}–to the CIA for unrevealed Brain Retarding and AI building, to all branches of the military, to Police themselves–NIJ and DOJ–testing non-lethals and further developing them, to DHS running similar tests and ops, to “Public Safety” so-called ops run it appears by the CIA or with DARPA-CIA, to unethical medical and military-medical researchers, and to FOREIGN RESEARCHERS USING THEIR RADIO AND NEURO EQUIPMENT ON US. [A plane flew by and sent some radar to my chest, 9:15 am, 9:16 now.]

I also wanted to report yesterday that a bright red police minivan or SUV flashed by at some point. Why? Because I was looking at United Health and not being permitted to actually look at the crappy medical records and claims they’re keeping? You cannot keep anything in my name without me knowing about it. I need to know exactly what is in there so I can address it. All past efforts I have made over the past 2 years to reach and to inform and communicate with UHC have been ignored. That is just absurd, They are supposed to be the health insurance company, not the local Crime Cartel minting money off people’s illnesses. And they cannot write up people as Mentally Ill and “Substance Use” practitioners when they are neither. But that is what they have done. And this is a problem. 9:25 am.