Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | July 23, 2025, 5:05 am
Private Print Logs July 23, 2025:
3:41 am: It must have been 3:33 am–heard the most insane loud truck, car, bike speeding sounds crescendoing–must be Route 3 heading to Boston just past Squantum and Granite beyond, closer to Milton. Went on for quite some time as I looked for my laptop.
I was woken–compelled out of bed–at 3:15 am. Intense RF hits from both sides on my stomach and colon inducing a stomach ache, Heat on my spine from both sides.
The white car is just below and outside the window. Their large blue car which should not be here either–both too large for that drive–is behind it.
I looked and windows are lit on both sides, at 3 am–or just past–upstairs and downstairs windows both at the Mazzeos and downstairs windows at the Chens. There is no Black pickup in front of our house tonight, curiously enough–they’ve had it there several days and nights–and there are police SUVs –flat top vans–in front of the Mergels and above on the hill. On the right the lozenge van parked there last night again by the oak has gone, the blue Police van/SUV is on the street.
I was woken with stomach hits and the smell of sharp drugs–different ones alternated–and the sound of something being accessed above the vent. I have smelled Haldol in this room–a fresh mushroom smell–and the smell of pus as if formaldehyde, just in the past couple days. Spritzes as if someone is spraying. Now strange drug smells. The HVAC system needs to be removed. Clearly something has been installed here and it is being accessed at the level of the attic.
The smell of loud traffic has picked up again as in a waterfall–used to be heading toward midnight, this is the other side, heading toward dawn. Feels like all the “illuminati” directing Negation, Negative Energy, Control and Crime are running that road show. 3:50 am.
When people orchestrate extreme hits on others from close-in–as they did yesterday morning on my right knee, excruciating electrical blasts on the Nerve in the knee and on the bone, the pulsed energy hits coming in from the front room of the Chens and plausibly the Mergels who were also hitting from their diagonally-placed shed at the back of my knees inside my house–being viewed through millimeter-wave range finders probably–that is Organized Sadism. These are not normal people, they are willing to disable and murder others. 3:53 am.
4:31 am: Around 4 am, I was in the restroom, a helicopter blew over the front part of the house. Last night after I closed the laptop one flew over at 10:30 pm. Guantanamo again? Sea Street wants Pine Street to know I’m “under helicopter watch” again or is it just a matter of imposing their Negative Vibrations over my head I wonder–but I have no way of knowing. The Secret-Keepers on the street who just blasted my left sole before I went down (Chens) and aired their Techno Ampo to transfer my verbalized thoughts caught at neural signal by BCI tech, unlawfully implanted and conveyed to their CBI and amped, jerkery-mockery overlaid, haven’t told me yet. Waking me up at 3 am, sending Techno Acousto circle-ops to attempt brain takeover…and clearly, all of them, working away, reading my Brain, wanting to get into my head.
Their knee hits have continued at night and continue to harm my knee. Reiki, Tiger balm, massage and Ibuprofen, then more shielding. Last night I removed the shielding and massaged the sore, inflamed knee. Just in case anyone still thinks this is internally-originated and comes from my “genes” and my mother’s ailments–themselves the result of AP DEW use I think, by criminals–the hits sound on shielding, both worn shielding and the Sound Shield I have walked around the house with. They are loud pulse shots, through-wall energy shots.
Another helicopter drove by, even louder as my laptop was suddenly drained of battery. Must have been 4:44 am. 4:46 am now.
Pulse shot from underneath on steel, audible, 4:47 am. Chen Limings or Starsiak club, the former, more likely. But the Starsiak-people keep shifts, 24/7. 4:48 am.
4:50 am: Also to report, last night as I sat on the couch briefly resting my knee and finishing another John Cheever story (Clementina–an Italian story of his, with some Spanish overtones, sad but almost believable), I was assailed with intense chalk-mold smells. Where did they come from? The closed vent yet leaking? Is it the Mazzeos or the Chens, manipulating that smell into the room as I am reading? It’s mold, I knew I could not stay down there long. I had spent some time yesterday cleaning out damp and water in the basement, used a fan and open windows to get the smells and damp out, to prevent mold forming.
I’d found the water when I went down to check on things in the morning. There was more water on the floor, not from the area where the mortar between the stone has sprung a leak, but another spot further down, and water had pooled on the floor. I found the fan, turned it on and left it on the whole day, moving it around, to get the water and damp out–it was almost dry last night when I switched off the fan past 10.
But I’ve never seen that leak from that spot before. Yet another problem to deal with, which Paul needs to be here for. 4:56 am.
11:31 am: The moment I sat down here–spare room, overlooking the street, cars and SUVs roared down the street, parked, car doors banged, and congestion frequencies hit my chest.
This morning perhaps a half hour ago as I stood on the front porch watering I felt a strange tightness to my chest. Congestion frequencies again–RF HPM at specific microwave frequencies–pounding my chest. A pewter police car–straight top with ripples–minivan had blasted down and parked at the 146 Pine. I went in then stepped out again, tried to see where the hits were coming from. I was watering the rhododendron on the right hand side, looking out. A woman came out of the house and got in, the van sped off. Still congestion. Blondie’s black SUV was parked directly opposite. The woman who lives at the Ruane house’s gray SUV also parked in that drive. A white police minivan blasted down–again I call these police cars because of the flat top with ripples. Parked at 142 Pine, letting loose a loud honk as it did so. A woman in a short black dress came out and went to the back of the van. Someone handed a baby to her. Must have been seated in someone’s lap [cyberhacking, typing slowed, 2-3 cars zooming on street as I write, 11:36 am, must be assent re Police Camou Vans here] and just handed over. Never seen anything like it. It takes a while to unstrap a baby from a car seat and slowly lift the child into your arms–easier to take the top part of the car seat in as most of us have done or do here in America where seatbelt laws are stringent. The woman placed the baby against her shoulder and went into the house, patting its back. The white van sped off. So this child was being brought here for babysitting and baby yelling–there have been plenty of yells and cries from that house lately including the sound of a 1 or 2 year old boy shrieking weirdly like the Chen child witnessed yesterday. 11:39 am.
11:41 am: Loud pulseshots on my sound shield held at my chest, right knee in pain. I cannot breathe at all.
1:00 pm: I was being pulshit very intensely at my heart from the Starsiak side–11:45 pm: A Whole paragraph here has been cut completely.
11:45 pm: Intense cyberhacking is slavery. The Mazzeos, Starsiak tenants who are sick, depraved, perverted and obscene Quincy Police–who have spent the day blasthitting me in my chest and on my knee–along with their criminal pals the Chen Liming clones and the Mazzeo-CIA clones and CIA-besties from hell–25 year olds with EGOS and HATRED in their hearts for Indian Women OLDER than them who can write the FACTS–have spent the last few hours EXCISING what has already been written and recorded. 11:48 pm: I’m sorry, I’m going to have to take you criminals apart. Not merely is this lot sitting on my PC night and day, pretending to “SURVEIL”–no, this is IP THEFT, this is PRIVACY INTRUSION, and it is ENSLAVEMENT–they have descended to cutting out text, often so completely it doesn’t show in WordPress revisions. 11:49 pm.
11:49 pm: I dropped in here to report that my Special Envoy post where I added a few images and links this evening and was still working on currently, to add a few points, was attacked–these images and links have been removed. [Air horn/train poss in distance, 11:50 pm.] My right knee is being blasted to bits by the Chen Limings and the Police criminals behind me who all need to be SACKED. Is this what POLICE are permitted to do in Boston and Quincy, break people’s knees–as other parts of their body–with nsEP–electrical pulse hits to their nerves and bones? Do you all know what awaits you around the corner in the NEXT MINUTE of your lives? Do you all really think KARMA doesn’t work? What you put out there ricochets RIGHT BACK TO YOU. The Police and those who protect them will suffer, in their own personal lives. Their own personal bodies: You WILL SUFFER. 11:53 pm. [Read that over and over every one of you SICK BASTARDS. I can tell you ONE THING FOR SURE THAT I KNOW: What I say WILL OCCUR. 11:54 pm.]
I am going to not recreate but repost what was happening at 1 pm when I could not breathe: I was being blasthit quite intensely at the heart from both sides, just as in the early hours I was hit from both sides on my belly. This time the pulsehits were also from above and from across, from the Blondie house. I shielded as best I could and lay back. That was a curtain of RF HPM from all sides, and I surmised also 5G switched on from the chimney transmitter on the Mazzeo house–that’s what stops the breathing. There were zoomers on the street who zoomed in to park. From behind, the Mazzeos–lowlife rats with large bushy beards to hide their faces and a round-faced blonde woman who carries an empty carseat into her white car pretending it’s a baby when she spends her time attacking all my body parts–kept sending hits to my shielding and the back of my spine where I had shielding.
I lay back for a while because I was winded from all the heart hits. Then I got up, a little after the Mazzeos brought another car into that drive and slammed doors and honked and ran inside like the rats they are–I was not quick enough then to catch their ratted heads. I was being hit directly from across: the QDC QPD criminals who have the DEGS and want desperately to try to call the people they are bashing to death criminals when they are behaving criminally. There’s not a single day when I step out that this lot doesn’t throw a child out, to go make a racket with a skateboard or a basketball–in order to write their lies down about “pedo” crimes.
12:11 am, July 24: Still writing or rather rewriting what happened on July 23.
I stood at the front window briefly to see what was happening when a couple Chinese women down at 142 Pine started brawling at high volume.
The mailman went by in bright turquoise, staring at them.
Then a man ran by in turquoise as well. Just under the window where I stood. Marine Corps colors.
In my notes on all this I did advise the Marine Corps to cut all their contracts, any with me in them. Perhaps they didn’t like that so much? These treasonous bastards from the US Navy who are murdering us in our beds?
The CIA, the Marine Corps, and Quincy Police seem to be working together–perhaps in that new building of theirs where they invite people: that is, their own fusion center contractors, their own “protectees” to come and “confidentially” relay lies about the people they come and live next door to so they can spend their lives blasting them with Radio and Radar weaponry and pretend they are “really concerned about their mental health”.
Radar is playing at my LEFT BREAST–Mazzeo side. 12:18 am.
I was blast hit with extreme heat–ADT–this past evening, July 23, from all sides–I am in the Back bedroom now, back to Pine. I went down to the front and saw the street filled with cars. Quite a few of them gray. Police cars, camouflaged in civilian colors. They are cowards and treacherous. CIA and Police both. They come and park –and lease out–their telltale colors and cars and SUVS loaded with RF and neuroweapons on our streets, afraid to announce themselves. As well they should be. They think “non Lethal weapons” means they can hide here in our midst, burn and flay us alive, cyberhack us to bits, then Techno-Amp-whisper “Talk!” like the Mazzeos have been doing here tonight. They know their CYBERHACKING IS OFF THE CHARTS SUICIDE-INDUCING, COMPUTER-THROWING, YELLING AND SHOUTING, BLASTING THEIR BRAINS TO BITS MENTALLY STUFF. I can’t imagine a single person not wanting to BLAST them for behaving like this, over and over and over. But of course, their little program of crime is: We’re going to call the Police! Did you look at us? We’re calling the Police! Did you say (in your head) you were going to “Blow our brains out”? We’re calling the Police! And so they do and that is called SLAVEBINDING. No one told the Police and the CIA apparently–and the DHS if they’re condoning this–that what they are doing is UNLAWFUL. You cannot cyberhack and remove large chunks of text when a journalist is engaging in BASIC REPORTAGE. You don’t interfere with REPORTAGE. But they go one, two, three steps further: shout “Talk!” and do it to BOTH pages I’ve worked on today.
So they have BRAIN DECODING tech: that is BCI-CBI tech, implanted, WIFI to blast people with, EMF FIELDS they’re creating, MAGNETO SQUIDS to catch your Brain ELFS, and then a whole bunch of RF tech and radar to bother and harass you with. And Sound tech. ALL UNLAWFUL.
I think I know EXACTLY what to do to END THEIR SLAVEBINDING REIGN here. 12:28 am.
In the evening, walking across the back yard, the Chen Limings insistently sent high sound frequencies to my ears–clad in a head scarf, to protect my face from their nonstop daily nanotech spraying and sharpshooting. The Chens are SHARPSHOOTING CRIMINALS. The Mazzeos are SHARPSHOOTING CRIMINALS. They both need DEPORTATION. 12:37 am.
The Mazzeo shed and Chen shed are both filled with weapons. Stand at the back door and I am hit with congestion frequencies instantly from that Mazzeo shed–has happened several times over the last few days. 12:44 am.
More damage to trees and leaves noticed. Viburnum attacked again, barely any leaves left. One of the gold cypresses completely burnt. The other burnt on the side. I had moved them twice, to save them. Chen Limings, I suspect. They are still coming in to the yard. A branch of the lilac seems to have been removed. The apricots have holes in them. A side of one of the peaches–whole branch has been removed. A weird slanted hole has appeared in the ground near the lilac in the back. I put some water in to see if I could fill it with the hose, I couldn’t. It looks like a laser-dug hole by the Chen Limings or Mergels–from their rooftop palaces. Talking about which the Mazzeos were playing with lasers this past evening, shining a bright white light, pulsed, across the trees.
Blasthit from Mazzeos on the pan on my lap with the laptop. They’ve done this all day yesterday and today. Long Range, Remote Access. Why are they here still?? You’re not getting my head–or anything else. 12:48 am.
It’s supreme crime and profound privacy intrusion to touch anyone’s bodies with radio, radar, millimeterwave, and microwave and sound weapons. Whoever told you all it was ok to develop these and use these on people and animals was wrong. You need to lay down these arms, and stop touching our bodies and brains with these. You are running Torture projects and programs on people. You will suffer for it. 12:54 am.
Just to add: Extreme pulse hits on my right knee periodically keeps pulverizing my knee. That’s Chen Limings and the people in the back, the Mazzeo shedmen as well. Well, happy Karma to you! I suspect you will be roiling about with nerve pain and bone pain on all your knees and other body parts shortly. 1:04 am.
Now I highly doubt the Marine Corps freaks in Quincy, nor the CIA freaks in Quincy and Boston–including the ones who trailed me into Bournewood and kept me in Bournewood (it Was the Netherworld), nor the Quincy Police freaks in Quincy nor Boston Police either, I will venture to say, are “striving for their own liberation with diligence”, they are quite busy buzzing people to death and stealing the fruit of their brains instead. I cannot wait to see them all disappear into their Karma paths awaiting them! [Much like alligators, these will approach, and rapidly devour them–thank heaven. We will be sipping margaritas on golden beaches, and they will be devoured! How apt, and such Justice!] 1:26 am, July 24, 2025.
Helicopter flight over backyard, perhaps around 1:26 am. They would like to sleep, they say? Well, why cyberhack and eat up all my text then? I rest in Karma. 1:29 am. 7/24/2025.
2:11 am: Intense blast hits on my right knee from the Chen Limings and Starsiak-QPD. I shielded, then loud insistent pulse shots on the shielding–loud LRAD now, near right knee, 2:18 am. –A helicopter came by in the backyard at 2:18 am, then success! The two were able to plummet through the steel at my knee and blast-hit again. I have reshielded. 2:21 am. But look at what is going down here. The Police helicopter and the Police criminal across the street, with the CIA Manglers next door, are working hard to Break my right knee. That’s a Notice of Claim I think, for Quincy Police: You’re not permitted to stalk me, use radar on me, and use electrical weapons and micro/milliwave weapons on any part of my body. 2:26 am, July 24, 2025.
