Reporter’s Note 122: Notice of Persecutory Attacks, Stealth That Cannot Stay Stealth–For It’s Attacked Us Openly Now; & Some Notes on “Untreated Mental Illness” for Police Aggression & Crime

Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | July 25, 2025, 11:52 am

11:50 am: Just published, a little while ago this morning:

Notice of Unrelenting, Persecutory Electrical Pulse Attack on Right Knee & Both Knees In Actions of Unvarnished Torture and Military Stealth Kill by CIA, QPD, IDF, CCP Contingent Parked Around Writer & Journalist | July 25, 2025

Stealth Weapons permit Stealth Attacks, Stealth Kill, and Stealth Murder–and that is where we are now.

Stealth, Clandestine Actions and Secrecy in the CIA, the Special Ops groups, all the Forces, and the Police have permitted the use of deadly weaponry using the electromagnetic and sound spectra on the American populace; this is in addition to the other weapons they have developed and handed over to the local front-people playing Government, which include Lousy Laws, Lies and Lassos in their Statute-heavy Codes made for their own corporate employees but which they’ve conned the people into believing (these non-laws) are for them.

Just before I published that Notice, I took a few conscious breaths–instant Nerve hits on the right knee. What is their message here? Breathe consciously and we blast your Knee Nerves into oblivion? [Taps on shielding above, 11:59 am.]

I forgot to mention it in the Notice as I daily forget to say it all–there is too much, I cannot do it.

I want to remind all “Forces” “Police” and “Security” agencies that the base lie at the core of this Crime they have concocted is “Untreated Mental Illness” and “Severe Untreated Mental Illness.”

I have sent 2 important letters out in the last few weeks, 3 perhaps–which they all need to read, if they’re capable of reading that is:

Letter Sent to the ODNI, Tulsi Gabbard, Senate Select Intelligence Committee, and Massachusetts Senators on Fraudulent & Harmful FBI, CIA, PD, Air Force Actions in Numerous AI, Brain, & Weapons-Testing Projects Against the Writer and Her Family | June 29, 2025

Letter Sent to UnitedHealthcare CEOs, Chair & Senior Advisor, Board, UnitedHealth Group Regarding False Claims of “Mental Illness & Substance Use Disorder”, July 22, 2025

Correction Letter Completed and Sent to the Attorney-General, Massachusetts, Andrea Joy Campbell, July 9, 2025 Despite Much Cyberhacking and BioWarfare Attack

Mental Health coverage is vital to continue and I will, as I proceed. Mental Illness is a lie, Mental Health Disorders are lies, and Mental Health does not come to us in a pill from a Psychster or PCP–they don’t listen to people, they have no respect for anyone’s education or profession, they profess complete ignorance of the DOD and its deadly Military weapons, similarly Police weapons, they pretend they are existing in a void where someone handed them Knighthood and “Authority” to label people Out of It Completely, Unstable, Unreliable, Acredible, Unbelievable, using a “DSM” label, a Cultic Concoction from their own special Manual of Made-Up Contrivances to Pay Their Bills.

The Stupidity and Lie of Mental Health Disorder Makers: They call Grief Mental Illness, they call Anxiety over Exams or High School or Social Events Mental Illness, they call Awareness Mental Illness, they call Being Alive Mental Illness, they call Being Vibrant and Active Physically Mental Illness, they call Being Quiet and Thoughtful Mental Illness, they call Young Energy Mental Illness, they have basically established they are Slavers with a Mindset to Cultivate, a Lie to Entrench. “We will tell you what Mental Illness is.”

It’s not “Stigma” which they’ve also tried to address, foolishly, in that void they try to wallow in, it’s their Removal of Human Rights, Civil Rights, Basic Ability to Live Freely–and using Police to do this is like Stealth Weaponry for Stealth Killing and Stealth DIsabling and Stealth Disfigurement for Stealth Removal of Your Entire Life, it’s Slavebinding.

DMH, Police, PCPs, Psychiatrists have brought back both Stupidity and Slavery. 12:10 pm.

As in, We will play Stupid about these technologies and we will Enslave You.

12:17 pm: They are Slavers now, in America, and they need Exposing. The Form of Slavery has changed now, but it is Enslavement nevertheless. Each one of their minions they “Protect” with their Police actions is a Slaver, and they are like the Master Slaveminders and Slavekeepers at the Top, they work with the CIA and all the Black Ops specialists to Enslave those the Neurotech makers and Medical Device makers want to capture, for Lifetime Slavery in Stealth, Until Death. 12:19 pm.

2:11 pm: Blasthit at knee from the vicious Chinese Chen Limings of the day, attacking the nerve. I can barely walk now, and had to clutch the railing on the porch steps as I went down to turn the water on to sprinkle over the trees closeby and fill the birdbath. A squirrel leapt down and hid under the plant shelving but soon perked up and let the sprinkle wash his face–he lifted his head up and used his paws to wash. All these little things we do, which can help them so much. It’s a very warm humid afternoon now and the blackbirds are taking turns at the birdbath.

Sitting on the couch earlier, finishing another John Cheever story–A Vision of the World, [drone flies about, or a light plane, then a very sharp intense radar pulse on the nerve on my right knee, 2:30 pm.–I’ve been obliged to get up and massage and soothe the pain away. This is what they want, for everyone, blast hits of RADAR PULSE WEAPONS on your knees if you dare to say you won’t give them your brain and keep perusing damning Air Force-CIA documents…] another strange, off-beat story by a man who could write very well indeed. 2:38 pm. One becomes a fan of John Cheever almost against one’s will, he is that absurdist and intent an artist. And the world he moves in “elitist” but (somewhat insanely and quite unexpectedly) intriguing.

4:15 pm. Blasthit again around 3 I think, I changed my shielding. It’s very hot and although clouds clashed and I brought the damp paintcloths in there has been no rain.

Just a couple minutes ago the crying of a child brought me to a front window. Chevy T Bev in blue shorts and an orange top was getting things out of her trunk and a 2 year old was wailing right in front of her and she was ignoring it. Wordless wailing for a minute on and on and the heartless non-mother kept fiddling. When [intense pain from above on my right knee, suspectedly Mazzeos from their attic and another pulse now from the left–from all levels, they say, they want me flat on my back like Gregor Samsa wailing louder than that kid, 4:19 pm] she put the hatch down I saw the back was filled with large cardboard boxes. Is she living in that truck or moving between houses? {None of them seem to be leaving.} Then she went to the front and came back with a large cup with something in it, cold presumably and the child cried, Mother! I also want a smoothie! Mumble mumble from the woman, and no attempt to reassure the child, pick her up, give her her drink, nothing. She walked down the path where a small suitcase on wheels waited, she pushed it along, the child repeating that sad phrase, I want a smoothie too, and crying. Two boys were sitting on the front step. Clearly not this child’s mother but a foster mother and imagine not letting her call her Mom but “Mother” as if the child were an adult. Sad police people, abusing their children. Is she foster too I wonder?

Meanwhile the Mazzeos–after stealing Task Order 5, which means I am taking the CIA down and ripping them to shreds with my teeth–are sending vibrations to my spine and urging from the Reflectix Roll’s cave of quiet, Talk! Talk! They want me to voice their Circle Ops babble–and then what? My head becomes theirs? My vocal chords a red-bearded man’s snorts? I don’t think so, assholes. Lay off pulverizing my nerves and my tendons with Radar Pulses and Electricity Long Range and get used to the idea of Not having my brain–there is No Consent to ANY KIND OF BRAIN EXPERIMENTS and I am not giving my brain to anyone but myself. 4:26 pm.

Earlier though–they are opportunistic and exploitative–As I was reading they were stroking my temples with RF pulses and whacking the back of my neck, the nape of the neck, to EEG-clone and heterodyne and urge sudden sighs and closings of eyes. I had to move [hit on the shielding at my left in assent clearly, 4:28 pm–how dare they run Covert Comms like this] and sit up and find something to seal that top of the neck just below the hairline to cut off this EEG-heterodyning and leaning-into-breath attempt. The Mazzeos are Brain Thieves. Two days ago, the one making burgers on the grill bent down and put his head inside the top part almost searing himself he was that keen I should not see his face. There are several of them, in and out every day. All with beards. One taller than the rest, yesterday. 4:31 pm. They have been blasting my knee with pulses, paced, while I write this. 4: 32 pm.