Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | Sunday July 20th, 2025, 1:18 pm
12:51 pm: A plane groans moodily by, Machine Intel over engines with an apparent conversation being broadcast. “understand” is a word I picked up. Yesterday “America” was another. Sort of like the prinkster words flashed into the room in Holosound from the Mazzeos and the Chen Limings–this morning: Intimacy, Doctor, I forget the others.
12:53 pm: Another plane, same. MI over engines, diff direction. Across Norfolk toward Milton.
12:47 pm was when the light growler plane growled overhead. I was reading so didn’t record.
My knee feels broken, the right knee, I can barely walk, I am shielding but it is difficult. I stopped wearing shorts and found capris yesterday so I could stuff things by the knee. Stone, rubber, small cake pans in aluminium. The Chen Limings dive between the gaps and attack the nerve, the inner bone. They did it all day yesterday, evening, morning.
I woke twice this morning, once past six am when intense heat hit my spine again. The gray car which had parked outside yesterday evening was there still when I got up and looked. The blue SUV by 146 with ADT still on the street. I want to very briefly describe the kind of All-out Criminal Harassive Electromagnetic Weapon Torture being used not just on myself but I imagine (now) on all who have spoken with me and reported it in the past. It’s not just one weapon but 25, it’s not just one direction, one “miscreant” but all directions, and numerous, well-paid, contracted mercenaries telling themselves they are “researchers” “testers” “Soldiers” “police” “Public Safety” and “Behavioral Health”. I suspect Mr. Black Pickup’s bright pink T-Shirt yesterday or the day before was trying to send me that message: I can hit you to kill because I’m giving your “Behavioral Health”, you being a “Victim” of the CIA and I being QPD-QDC with a Contract to Mind You.
Forgive my extrapolation. I am left with Speculation and Extrapolation but it is all based on the documents I have reported, the contracts I have reported. These creeps on the other hand extrapolate into the Kingdom of Lies for that’s how they get Police on their side, anytime they hear themselves criticized in these pages. [Knee hits, pinprick on left big toe joint–Mazzeos.] 1:03 pm.
Another plane is flying across. Must be local airfields, Quincy and Milton. Fleets of pilots and planes, waiting to be summoned so they can fly across for Daily Terror. Who pays them? Some FOIA-requesting waiting to be done here I think–although so much is Private now. They still have to have contracts though, with city or state Gov, perhaps the Police.
1:19 pm: My stomach is attacked. The Mazzeo shed direction as I hear a car door bang.
They’re all Threats. Threats and Terror. Actual attack, with infolded Terror-Threat attached. We can do more. We can destroy your colon.
Often, projected sound at my belly now: Stop! and Don’t. And No. In a dying man’s groan. That’s not Machine Intel, it’s a Mazzeo groaning into a microphone and using Cavitation Radar and Holosonics to send that sound to the site of my belly–what a dirtbag.
1:23 pm: LRAD hit on the shielding by my head. Yesterday as I worked on those court documents which are false, major LRAD hits, all around; as I sat in my study, reading, looking at old books in my Fiction reading pile, blast hits on the seat of the chair on cookie sheets under pillows I was sitting on as cars zoomed by. They are using Zooming Terror here, to send messages. Loud blast hit sounds–LRAD Terror–on my furniture, seat, shields, walls to send messages. Who are they? The National Clandestine Services? It’s not that Clandestine when soundmaking is involved.
To resume, this morning: Needled from all sides, on knees, calves, liver, stomach, face, breathing as I lay woken by heat on my back from the blue SUV and the Mazzeo car as well probably. Mazzeos awake, Starsiak tenants awake, and the CHen Limings awake, at about 5 am, blasting RF HPM mostly at me, also ADT–millimeter wave, and RNM which I suspect is either Radar or Terahertz.
In the bathroom I held up my sound shield and determined the following: The most intense RF HPM pulse shots on my right knee and on my face from the Chen Li Mings; intense RF HPM on my face from directtly across, the Starsiak tenants; intense RF HPM on my face and liver side from the Mazzeos.
I couldn’t breathe, and I rarely can these days. If I am outside Reflectix I cannot breathe. Yesterday afternoon standing by the counter to fix a sandwich, the Chen Liming woman crept into the space outside their garden basement directly opposite or somewhat diagonal taking care to rattle cans to tell me she was there. Then facial blast hits. I held up the sound shield and absolute blast hits–RF HPM pulses–sounded on it. These attack the nose and face and you cannot breathe. I stuck the shield in front of my face against the window and hastened to finish my task. When I sat on the couch reading my John Cheever (Aunt Justina this time) and munching away, I was blast hit in the face from their side and from the left from the Mazzeos, right side the Starsiak tenants. I used a partial roll of Reflectix to partially shield. I didn’t finish my story. I was also being blast-hit at my right knee and had to balance shields against it. I went back upstairs after a while. This happens often. Yesterday they started fixating on another part of my anatomy, my right jawline, coming from underneath to hit–this has continued into this morning. [Bang of a car door just outside. Is Black Pickup back in front of our house? They know they shouldn’t be here yet they keep returning–Harassment, Threat, Intimidation. 1:35 pm.]
Resuming: I did throw the Reflectix over me a bit as I tried to keep my eyes closed a few minutes longer, it helped. Finally I got up, around 6:30 I think, went to the bathroom, went to the other room–this one, in back–and sat back with the book I was reading. The book is The Arrival, a book of poems by Daniel Simko, who should be recognized as a major American poet. Translator of Trakl, poet of the most exquisite depth, Czech-American, whose influence on Carolyn Forche’s work can be sensed. Czech-American, poet of exile and foreignness, poet of first-generation America. Carolyn Forche taught at George Mason when I was there, her first years there, as mine too. She brought Daniel Simko with her to class once, he was part of her teaching workshop. I would like to publish some of his poems in Delphi when I start it up again, which must be soon. There has been the strangest burden on me the last few days to read his book. It is a call to poetry, to read his work. 1:44 pm.
2:16 pm: Extreme heat–from the PC, and my spine and feet are both being buzzed. So my feet have been implanted with nanobiosensors at South Shore Hospital Weymouth and my spine also with quantum dot tech I am speculating–for the Starsiak and Mazzeo freaks like to send UWB radar and precision buzzer pencils to my spine and my feet. So are they “placidating” me with “operational calmatives”? And what about the pulse-shots at nerves just below my right jawline from the Chen Limings–all simultaneously currently. Behavioral Health to calm me down from my wild writing schizophrenia? I am being overheated, spine-buzzed to stop thinking, and jaw-buzzed for Pain Creation. My knee–right knee is also being pulse-hit by the Mazzeos and LRADs at my left brain are sending Threat-Terror messages: Shut up or else. We are dealing with Terrorists here–they are CIA and CCP, Mossad and IDF, QDC and QPD. Also hitting my spine with heat from the street–2:20 pm. Why would the CIA believe I am not exposing them? Why would the QPD believe I am not exposing them? QPD has attacked me twice INSIDE my home and dragged me out. Several times after they have COME TO MY DOOR WITH THEIR POLICE CARS AND LIES to kidnap and attack me. This is POLICE TERRORISM. The FBI, putatively, came to my yard, using the Mazzeo drive, to bullshit about “your husband’s divorce as in We’re here about your husband’s divorce” and “Do you have a few minutes to speak to us” and daring to use my given name. NO, THE FBI AND QPD ARE NOT PERMITTED TO USE ANY FORM OF MY NAME. They have spent 12 years Defaming and Smearing me and I am EXPOSING them.
A major point to make here about the Boston FBI, the Commonwealth Fusion Center, and Boston and Quincy Police: They started by targeting me unlawfully in October 2013, on Lies, False-Claims, and False-Reports from the Adams Montessori School Board President, Treasurer, and Principal, attacked me immediately with so-called Non Lethal Weapons, Swarming Vehicular Stalking, FBI Stalking, and False-Reports using NSLs to various people so I was instantly attacked, hounded, socially harassed, and lost all my friendships with parents of my daughters’ friends–it was instant. Also instantly, 2 psychiatrists consulted by my sister-doctor and my husband–he was most probably radio neuro hit at the time with neuro influence programming–became Police and lied, ignoring reports of military energy weaponry, and used their false-authority to confer false “diagnoses”–this within a month: how exactly are psychiatrists behaving like ignoramuses who have not heard or read of radiation weaponry? “It must be Paranoia” when the DHS, FBI, PDs, CIA have all turned into Terrorist Agencies?–that happened overnight post 9/11.
2:32 pm: Intense pulse-wave RFHPM from the Mergels’ direction, their shed, katty corner to where I sit–my whole right arm aflame with pain. Extreme heat on my back. I’ll have to take a break–but this is what they are doing. I DO NOT GET A MOMENT’S BREAK. THE CRIMINALS PARKED ALL AROUND HERE WANT ME TO SUFFER EVERY SINGLE SECOND. I CANNOT BREATHE. I CANNOT SIT, STAND, LIE DOWN, OR SLEEP OR WALK OR EXERCISE. MY FACE IS AFLAME WITH PAIN. It is inflamed. THE BED IS VIBRATING WITH LOW ELFS AND THERE IS MMW ON MY SPINE. MY RIGHT JAW IS BEING HIT. They’re being a tad more “STEALTH” today but they’re definitely hitting. So, let’s get this straight–I’ve been tagged an activist, a journalist, a leader, and someone whose brain they all want to devour and degrade, so I must be Tortured every second, with their stealth radio and radar weapons? I hope they’re noting this–for this is classic actions-of-crime–it’s biohacking torture, and the CIA IS GOING DOWN AS IS THE FBI. 2:35 pm. PS–right eye hits as well, probably Ngoan Chen. Or the Nazis at the Mergels.
3:36 Pm: A child just squealed in the backyards (they’re often made to squeal–whether Moran house or Chen house or further up–CHILD ABUSE BY CIA SCRIPTERS). My right jaw has been hit again. Downstairs as I ate–and my right knee was blasted by all the fiends on Norfolk and the Mergels and Chens with their diagonal sheds–and my back nearly buzzed, the Black Pickup door slammed as Fatass got in and a Drone sounded above–I guess they were looking for the [3:39 pm–just slammed out all black on my monitor and a crash from the Chens where a large black Range Rover-jeep type thing sits now–Black Ops CIA?] –they were looking for the exact spot on my spine where they can situate their pencil of vibratory resonance tech–what they were doing upstairs–this is all telemetry and RF pulses at very high frequencies close to electricity–it’s what I suspect they call Long Range Electrical Weapons which is true but to be accurate they should call them Remote Access Electrical Weapons. Note, they have surfaced Conducted Electrical Weapons–the Police and Military have developed them jointly as well as earlier Military development I bet–and these include the TASER, a barbaric weapon like BLINDING LASERS which I thought was outlawed, but I thought I read somewhere they were using them still. Need to check. The Police are out of control–as indeed ALL THE SECURITY AND POLICE AND INTELLIGENCE AGENCIES AND MILITARY. They CANNOT ATTACK AMERICANS and yet they are. What does this mean? 3:44 pm.
Note, I saw a few crazy looking SUVS parked on the street and a man who looks like Aidan Murphy walk up that drive and get into a grey car parked on the hill. Intense nerve attack on my right knee–suspectedly men in Mazzeo shed–3:45 pm. People hammering on sheds in the back–3:47 pm.
To resume: Both Shubha and the woman called Ourania Madias spoke to me for less than 15 minutes. Each is a trained psychiatrist. Each was informed of “surveillance” behaviors from cars–this was 2013, the year of the Boston Bombing and both are in the Boston area and Should be aware of the crazed police and military actions in Watertown. There Was information online in 2013 on directed energy weapons and on neuroweapons and Government experiments. Harlan Girard (Washington Post), Cheryl Welsh, Paul Baird all had information online. Many others. I found the Jesse Ventura-Robert Duncan interview around that time, I recall telling Nalini about it and Paul. I did tell Shubha there was information online on the subject. Further, they are MDs and I was teaching art and creative writing then. I was preparing to complete my second novel and apply for teaching jobs in the Boston area. Why SHOULD either of them “DIAGNOSE” me as anything? After 5 minutes and a cursory look at the Internet? So each of them came at this from slightly different directions. Shubha researched nothing but told me the New York Times hadn’t covered it. Therefore I needed to be called “DELUSIONAL” by her highness is it? SHE IS A FLAMING MORON. Very clearly, at this point in time I have personally DONE THE BASIC JOURNALISM to establish clearly that the weapons I am speaking of are real, there is a huge amount of military and whistleblower disclosure now, and I have published a great deal of it, or pointed to much and published quite a bit myself. So she SHOULD HAVE RESPONDED to my letter. She hasn’t, which means only one thing: She’s complicit. Now how does a Psychiatrist work so synchronistically with the CIA, the FBI, and the local PD? Quick answer: SHE DOESN’T. She has either 1) “been contacted” [Scything growler plane in front, 3:59 pm and that hammering freak hammering all over] –meaning given a special NSL–which I doubt, or 2) been given a special NDA–You’re Black Ops now, no contact with Ramola D, We’re CIA-FBI and you are being read-in, we want her head? or 3) She has a standing protocol to call people Delusional? When they speak to her of factual military weapons? [Massive knee hit, Mazzeos, 4:01 pm.] and 5) The latter because she is a PSYCHIATRIST and this species comes specially equipped to be moronic and not read the news, not be aware of what’s going on, not research military journalism? Let’s not forget that WHITE NOISE MAKERS were being used in her front office the day we went to see her. When was TMS and DBS brought into the hospitals? For those are NEUROWEAPONS.
So this is MAJOR NEWS here. TMS and DBS have been known to and used by Psychiatrists since the mid 1980s. Thirty three years later — from 1980–in 2013, neither of these freaks had a right to pretend to me they hadn’t heard of energy or electrical neuroweaponry.
So SHUBHA THIAGARAJAN MD is COMPLICIT. I don’t know how this really works but she is either working for the CIA and with the CIA–this is MK ULTRA BRAIN EXPERIMENTATION AND ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE DEVELOPMENT we are speaking about; the FBI and CIA want everyone they are trafficking to get a DIAGNOSIS, and then they want LADDER OF LABELS and that’s why they invented the SEQUENTIAL INTERCEPT MODEL where apparently they KEEP GRABBING PEOPLE–THE HEIGHT OF CRIME. 4:10 pm.
Ourania Madias is even worse or just as bad. Paul deceived me into seeing her by telling me we needed to go for “marital counseling”. At the counter he pretended for a while–exactly half a minute because I said so–we were both the “patients”–then he quickly pointed to me and said “she is”. [Yes very much grounds for Divorce and I am taking EVERYTHING.] The thing that amazes me about this Ourania is she told me her father had told her that during the War the Nazis attacked the Greeks and that’s the kind of thing he had reported, uber surveillance and attacks on people. She didn’t tell me some Greeks are MAJOR CRIMINAL COLLABORATORS–like herself. I didn’t see her notes until recently, when I wrote to her. No response. Why? Because she’s so right, when people describe TERRORISM in this country they have to be written down as PARANOID PSYCHOSIS? And what was that crap about “Yes, you really are very beautiful”? Did I ask her for a compliment? Does it mean the “LUCIFERIANS”–meaning probably F*ING CIA–choose “Beautiful Women” to destroy? Well I am destroyed now. I am quite amazingly destroyed and I am being further destroyed every minute.
OURANIA MADIAS MD IS NOT JUST COMPLICIT, SHE IS AN INSIDER CIA SKULL AND BONES TERRORIST. [Muffled honk from Paris’s Satanic shed–or that direction, must be assent–4:23 pm] They’re all BLACK OPS here and why don’t they write the answer on a banner and fly it above my head? They’re Supposed to put it all in Plain View aren’t they?
Both these women psychiatrists are flaming CRIMINALS! 4:24 pm.
I quite forgot, Shubha is a BRAHMIN–she must be a FREEMASON INSIDER from Madras and an EASTERN STAR INITIATE in Boston–she did teach at Harvard–do they make them all genuflect to Satan I wonder.
Now let’s turn to the FBI. The FBI WANTS A DIAGNOSIS. ALL DIAGNOSES ARE FALSE. BUT THEY WANT ONE so they can stick you in their PUBLIC SAFETY databases as a “POTENTIAL CRIMINAL”? How would–there is NO LOGIC. That’s right, where Psychos and Police are concerned there is no Logic. [Hit on chest of drawers from a drone, they do agree, the few with brains left, 4:27 pm] There is only SLAVEN CRAVEN CRACKED THINKING–hence the DSM and the worship of it.
4:28 pm: The FBI has been written to, as also the CFC and the Governor, and the Attorney–General–in Massachusetts. Right after that letter–the purple font letter with the half-baked grammar–a Verizon truck showed up and removed something from their wires or poles near 145/143 Pine. I had been intensely Private Part hit during that time, sleeping in the front spare room. That was stopped then. That at least that letter achieved–but nothing else. I continued to be attacked by all the crims parked here and piling on.
The Boston FBI STARTED THIS HORROR. Without cause, they put me on a list and trafficked me to BLACK OPS DARPA-CIA. 4:31 pm.
Now instead of stopping the crime, they try to kidnap me again coming to my fence and BS’ing about “your husband wants to divorce you”–while working with a clone….ABJECT CRIME.
The clones all pretending to be married to me and wanting to divorce me is really like a BAD SITCOM. 4:37 pm. [No not one wants to “stay married” (!)–the Mazzeos have nothing to do in their scriptwriting that way] [They all want a divorce, and some want to give me less money, some want the house, some want me in the asylum, some want me in a courtroom, some just want more kidnappings, some don’t know they are married to me and think I’m “going out” with someone (well that was the summer of ’23 when I was Less destroyed, at this point I am sure they are “going out” themselves and not giving me a second thought.)] 5:30 pm.
6:14 pm: MOLD-INDUCED LUNG-INFECTION: Noticed I have a cough, stuffed nasal passages and mucus in lungs after spritzes of Black Mold for the past 3-5 days from both sides–Mazzeos spraying into the house from windows and vents, Chens from vents. They’ve also started Medically Gassing me so I woke this morning to the smell of sprayed pus and dead mushrooms–Haldol. PLUS:
LEFT BRAIN HITS FROM MAZZEOS AND CHENS: Both freaks have been fixating RF HPM continuous wave and pulse shots on my left brain, keen to take down my Intelligence they say, which they don’t have, and can’t countenance anyone else having. I am hearing the sound of children crying, a frequent occurrence in these parts. Yesterday there was nothing but Chinese yelling and squawking. Today kids. There’s nothing they love better, these paid contract mercenaries, than to torture their children for money. The idea is to put a lot of negative vibrations into the air. A few minutes ago a helicopter went by, it was 5:55 pm. It’s no use for the FBI or Police, they have attacked a Writer, a Poet, a Teacher, a Journalist–and sought through Parallel Construction and Lies to have her named a Pedo, a Terrorist, a Troublemaker, a “Criminal Harasser”, and a “Bipolar Schizophrenic Fiend”. They are seriously unhinged, and Writers don’t let Police Criminals get away with Murder, which is what this is.
My right knee is in great pain again as RF HPM continuous-wave from the Shed Men hits. 6:18 pm.
I managed to order Water again, and a Power Strip. I’ll have to wait on the iPhone for they make it difficult to buy anything over at Apple–or maybe the CIA has these pages.
6:19 pm: I must let everyone know–I think my Reporter’s Notes do do that–that the FBI has FALSE INFORMATION on me. The Health people also do, and they are in it together. More to address, but if anyone wants to get my FBI file, be forewarned, their FALSE RECORDS are based on all the FALSE REPORTS here from all the paid mercenaries and FBI informants who are paid by the FBI to lie. Liars and Police are interchangeable it appears and the POLICE and FBI have distinguished themselves now as ABJECT CRIMINALS.
People need to think about that. These agencies get in front of cameras and talk about catching criminals and enforcing laws. They are not upright and virtuous, they don’t have integrity, and they trade on lies.
6:23 pm: I have advice for everyone who runs into people whose families are in the CIA, the DHS, the FBI, the PDs–especially them–but also FIRE, and in this City, also Parks especially, and the Military–Army, Navy, Air Force, Fusion Centers, Sheriffs, anyone else associated: SHUN THEM. Avoid these people–whether they are in your class at school or college or in your youth groups at church, tell them what their families are doing–torturing people with radio and radar and neuroweaponry, kidnappings, trauma, false-arrests–tell them why you want nothing to do with them–but SHUN THEM. The ones who keep on playing out the sins of their fathers and now mothers too are without intellect and imagination. They have become executioners who walk about with a black cloth over their heads while using Machetes on everyone’s heads. Yes, SHUN THEM ALL. The military fiends who run this crime–CIA especially–need to learn no one likes them for it. They have established Crime as Core and Center and such a center will not hold.
And according to them, everyone is going to get a “Mental Health” screening and a label. Avoid all such screenings and speak to no one. If your school has a SCHOOL RESOURCE OFFICER–a Police fiend–tell your parents you need to change schools and states if need be but the school is WORTHLESS.
I had a thought about these SROs. What if they keep tabs on which kids come in late every day or a couple days in a row–then they send their nasty Social Workers to the house and then put a Legal Notice in the papers and try to get the kids torn out of the house? As in: False Court Documents, Fraudulent Court Hearings, Petitions in “Sentient Simulations” & Guardianship Scams for Child Theft [Johasson Candido] & Schizophrenia Labels.
It could happen.
Those SROs won’t like it if kids sing or shout or chew gum next. KICK THEM OUT OF THE SCHOOLS. There is no place for corrupt criminal gun-toting Police in our schools, we don’t need them. The Police are MAFIA. [Whack on my shielding, paralysis of right knee and thigh with POLICE PARALYSIS WEAPONS: they are working in stealth, to paralyze and catatonize journalists, so no one stops them….Journos must speak, nevertheless. 6:32 pm.]
I have much more to say on Police as I keep ruminating and figuring out things. The FBI are corrupt and haven’t published the false list they have watchlisted yet. I am just learning they don’t want to. They want to keep on attacking people instead.
Why does the CIA exist? Tulsi Gabbard is wearing all-black now after wearing all-white–check out her garb on Jesse’s Fox chat about seashells and 86’ing Trump. Absurd conver and I think she has a Stylist. Think she is Eastern Star? I suspect she is also Insider Illuminati and of course she wears it on her hair, that allegiance.
So it’s as I thought–right to the very top, that’s what they all think: We’re All Black here and when you say “They’re murdering me in their Black Ops SCI programs” we don’t have to hear it, we’re Black and that’s what Being Black means.
We have our work cut out for us–but in the end it’s quite simple. You’re either into Human Rights Violations, Civil Rights Violations, Torture, Murder, Crime–or not. That’s how I see it. 6:37 pm. July 20, 2025.
Another moody blues plane approaches…6:38 pm.
8:38 pm: Rather sudden blasting by of a large plane in the backyard. Pity I didn’t see it. Was just in the middle of trying to get pics off this clunky Lime Neon camera. Plus, sitting here trying to save myself from URINO GENITAL TORTURE BLADDER URGENCY WEPAONS courtesy AIR FORCE AND CIA AND DARPA AND ISRAEL AND RUSSIA AND CHINA TOO PROBABLY. 8:40 pm
At 10:50 pm I was blast hit on the right knee with extreme pain from the Mazzeos. They are also throwing sound in here, saying Doctor. I think these 20 year old bearded freaks from Israeli hell are being taught to attack women’s bodies and then say Doctor in their raspy half-grown voices, amplified. They think they’re “Behaviorally Nudging” me after Behaviorally Attacking me first with RF HPM and nsEP. Electric Pulses more likely. The knee is inflamed and I’ve used Tiger Balm on it today which has helped.
They’ve broken my tiny fan and it doesn’t work anymore, this perfect thing–which may just have been made un peu imperfectly, with a smell of a strange drug rising at some point–but that could have been vented in.
They’ve been RF blasting me at the head as well which causes a frizz of buzzed air around my head to stop the thinking.
Most of all has been the Bladder Weapons. I’m sitting quietly now, doing nothing much–was watching the Summer I turned Pretty–an improbable story, just gazing at the gorgeousness of the beaches and that beach town there in Long Island or wherever it is–because I’ve been so badly hit again. Shielded and was attacked again. Reshielded. I haven’t written the post for other women, will soon. It’s the usual–use rubber, stones for grounding, and Reflectix and stainless steel or aluminium to cut the RF signals–metal is the most dense and stops it. Reflectix folded over a couple times is powerful cutting. 11:03 pm.
11:14 pm: Another low plane, scything across the back yard, sounding like a train. Why would a plane suddenly fly across?
On the page, the Mazzeos disappear poems at Poetry International so only the title appears. Options to buy a past journal in print form disappear. Clicks and hits on shielding now on the floor. 11:17 pm.
12:56 am—Wild almost speaking engines of a car or other vehicle on Squantum.
1:35 am: At 1:08 am sudden raucous voices speaking Chinese or another Asian language. Car door bangs. I looked, it was the blue SUV. But someone sat in it and kept sitting. I came back to bed. Just a few minutes ago more sudden raucous. They are using Negativities. In sound, in vibration. 1:37 am: Sharp LRAD hit on the Back-fold sheet of Reflectix & Flashing over my head. There have been gurgling noises from my belly as the criminals next door cavitate and project sound together.
The other car parked by the oak may have left as well. Odd-shaped, like a bullet or a lozenge, shorter than most SUVs.
1:40 am: In seeking the dance for the moment I danced wide swirls of leaves and flowers this evening, it may have been around 10 or 11. It’s as if my body knows what the dance is. It is us, our flowering. A few nights ago it was us, winding out of the darkness our true selves. Whorled, upward-lifted, imagine scrolled pillars, columns rising, spiralling. All of us, those who know what Time we are in and those who are finding themselves anyway. The thing that is in you, to bring it out–the Nag Hammadi. You must use your lifetime to (be yourself to) find that thing in you which is in potentio which wants you to find it, express it which is an essential you. This is in the plural, for all of us. We have many flowerings, furled inside us.
It is our moment now–waterlilies, peonies–I danced their layered blooms, the density of petals lain against each other, in circles, counter and clockwise both. 1:50 am, July 21, 2025 [I am still being hit–right knee feels injured–but this is clairvoyance. A message from a very near future. The Future is dancing. 1:52 am. 7/21/2025.]
