10:59 am, Monday August 4, 2025 | Ramola D | Reporter’s Note, 11:59 am
Zoomers, drones–police drones and light planes, flown by Quincy Police, flown by Air Force training special police commandos flying these special planes for Quincy Police, humming NSA-CIA drones which like to park over your head or come up quickly when it’s overcast–and several, yes Several Men and Women hunched over cell phones and iPads and laptops and large screens and small portable handhelds–are currently working together to blast my knee to bits.
Something they worked on all day yesterday and this morning. Heart-hit after small plane flyover outside, and a new blonde pretend-Samantha Mazzeo rushing out to rattle her trashcans as if to let me know it was her; left brain graze from the Chens post a plane flyover.
Currently, planes to my left, and both Mazzeos and Chens make rattle sounds. 11:04 am.
A few minutes ago, at 10:59 am, the man behind at 151 Pine issued sharp staccato knocks on my shielding hastily propped against my back, to stop his spinal vibration. After that–in silence, interestingly enough for these criminals have spent 5 years here making incredibly loud noises–sudden outpouring of radiation at my inner thigh and calf and knee from the Mazzeo shed men. Plane over my head, with machine intel babbling over its engines, 11:06 am. A lot of Indian-accented usage of my name included. The US Air Force is NOT PERMITTED to use my name. 11:07 am.
My knee still feels broken and I cannot walk without a limp. This was instant overnight assault and battery on my knee for immediate takedown. Now the plethora of planes, drones, zoomers, resident radar installations (Morans, Chens for instance) and continuous tracking (witnessed this morning, from the new all-black-wearing Chinese couple at 142 Pine) from numbers of residents on the street bend their energies to intimate precision tracking so they can keep on blasting my knee to bits.
A plane just went by, 11:12 am. Then a zoomer.
My knee and thigh feel steadily cramped, then pushed into pain zone. I have shielding at my knee, all around, over. Still being blasthit.
Is that what the Law of War suggests to the US Air Force? Keep coming back and blast every nerve and sinew and bone to bits, over and over? A new kind of “Non Lethal weapon” for this New Age of Private Abuse Knee Blasting? The intent obviously is to Disable, Cause Pain and Injury. Cracks on the shielding here and side of the Mazzeo house, 11:15 am. They agree it’s crap but they “have no choice, they’re protected.”
As I came down this morning, the Mazzeos sprayed “Victim” into the room with electronics. At the sink the Chens did the same, louder: Victim! Victim!
Perhaps they think they’re Ewen Cameron’s Besties–Psychic Driving is what we’re shooting for, especially now, with that last headline of yours: “Journalist.” Hospital? queries Ngoan Chen from my right. 11:17 am. Knee steadily burning.
“It doesn’t matter what you say or do, we’re gonna keep blasting your knee to bits.”
Until I learn “Victim”?
Planes fly across Elmwood, one reading out these lines. 11:19 am.
They’re not getting some reading, hence the planes. Noise harassment, when they can’t buzz my spine or burn some nerve they’ve fixated on–Loud slam of steel outside, a car starts up, a loud crack on my knee from the left: Mazzeos. They’re orchestrating hits from their shed, cars, rooms, basement, attic. 11:22 am. [That just happened, I took a minute to shield further.]
It’s impossible to fully shield a knee which the US Air Force, Army, local Police, IDF and CCP and CIA all together are collectively targeting. Obviously these guys are carrying out MILITARY OPERATIONS using NERVE WEAPONS, BONE WEAPONS, NEUROBIOWEAPONS, through-wall, using drones and planes, plus endless numbers of electrical, radio, and microwave installations.
It is NOT LAWFUL to be carrying out Military Operations on civilians, in residential areas, and on Living American women.
Very loud sound on the street as someone walks past this window, 11:25 am.
I wonder what they tell their superiors to justify this nasty, killer behavior? “We are only sending in pulses”–Pulses of very high intensity, radio frequency, and electrical pulses, sent in every five minutes, working to amp up to slice through all shielding like butter and find that nerve or bone dammit and beat it to bits. “Minimal risk.” “Nothing is happening, she’s exaggerating.”
Meanwhile, also blasthits on face, forehead, shoulder, seat, and nonstop zooming.
“We’re so secret no one will ever know.”
A while ago, a fake brother-in-law sent me a fake email commiserating on my “physical ailments.” This is MI5 and the CIA’s way to HIDE THE EVIDENCE of bodily blast injury. Nanobiosensor at my tongue lights up, 11:30 am–a special gift of the South Shore CIA men I suspect. “You have Physical Ailments”. Not WEAPON INJURY. 11:31 am.
A plane came by this morning, one of those low-flying Air Force planes, before I had risen, and as it went by, a shock hit my left arm, crossed incidentally over my heart. Had it been my heart it hit, the shock would have jerked my chest–as occasionally has occurred, jerk-shocks courtesy the Mazzeos and Chens mostly. Jerk-shocks to my head, neck, spine haven’t stopped; I experienced them yesterday, reading on my laptop. Sleep-hits to the temple and spine either. 11;35 am.
As I continue to work–and live–both anathematic it appears to the Secret Set who cannot possibly believe they have bent the Law backwards enough with their untenable, unlawful “revisions” to the Common Rule in 2016, the message I’m getting here is they’re not stopping. They still have their Grant Monies, their funding, their cozy little Couch-Contracts they’re calling “Community Corrections” and “Community Policing.” They have WEAPONS TO USE ON BODIES AND BRAINS THROUGH-WALL. They can run any number of useless, logic-defying “Experiments” and they’re doing it. 11;39 am.
Who ARE these people?
When I’ve opened my laptop the last few days–the new one whose Internet access is now working, and whose mous epointer reappeared after Fn F5–a picture of Niagara Falls appears first.
It NEEDS to be NIAGARA FALLS in the US GOVERNMENT!
The CIA needs to be OPENED. WIDE-OPENED.
Ditto every branch of the Services, whose ploy apparently is to “read-in” people in order to shut them down and whisper Classified! Classified! to keep these terrible programs of CRIME THEY HAVE COMMITTED ON OUR BODIES AND BRAINS, OUR ENTIRE LIVES: OUR FAMILIES, OUR CAREERS, OUR PROFESSIONS secret.
11:54 am: I am taking these moments to describe the Crime as I work, read, write and try to survive past KNEE BLASTING–because apparently in Boston today, it’s customary to blast Indian-American Authors’ knees to bits. [Tell Jhumpa Lahiri to stay in Rome, translating Italian fiction.]
Victim, whispers the shielding, in apparent desperation. Victim!
Perhaps that’s what they think the TRAJECTORY of True Art is now in Boston–or wait, in Quincy 400? From Creative Writing Faculty and Fiction Writer and Poet to VICTIM?
Please tell the CIA that Yes, they have made a VERY BIG MISTAKE HERE. One with GARGANTUAN consequences. 11:57 am.
1:08 pm: Two things to report.
CYBERHACKING TO STOP INTERNET ACCESS AND TROUBLESHOOTING ON PC: MAZZEOS
One, I was in the bedroom in back, working on my other pc briefly. Instantly, PickupMan from QPD finds my spine and starts vibrating it. BUZZZZZZ! Because My Spine is HIS BUSINESS, he believes. I thrust a shield back there and kept working. Darts of electrical energy at my knee from the Mazzeo Shed Men. I moved my leg. I looked up Diagnostic Policy Services on my pc and tried to start it–they’ve stopped the troubleshooter working, they’ve cut off Internet access on this one, the faster Samsung. Crashes from shed and Mazzeo house both, each time I tried to hit “Start”. then Start starts and is stopped with a Crash. So basically the CRIMINAL CYBERHACKERS FROM THE CIA AND IDF next door want to stop me from using the Internet on the Samsung–a box they have grabbed and attacked, the mailman exchanged out my pc as I sat outside one morning working, this must have been Spring 2023, this is one that looks like the one I bought, which was exchanged out by the TSA in 2020, Feb when we went to India, I knew it was not mine, it felt different, but I had a plane to catch, and I had caught the plane and arrived in India before I realized it–I felt helpless then, it was a CIA stunt, I should have said or done something. [Life Under Classified Cover has been strange–but I don’t see why it should go on forever.] So anyway, Mazzeos crashed out all attempts by me to fix the troubleshooter/Internet access problem.
INSTANT NARCOLEPSY CREATION WITH RF HPM & OTHER NEUROWEAPONS: CHEN LIMINGS
Then I kept falling to sleep, instant narcolepsy as I examined other dialogs from the Microsoft Services sector. Dialogs open. So obviously this was dangerous, and i picked up a shield and held it to my right temple. The entire right side of my brain was being blasthit by the CHen Limings for Instant Narcolepsy. That’s a Neuroweapon, and it could be used to put Train Drivers to Sleep, Pilots of airliners to sleep, Drivers of cars to sleep, Nurses and Docs in the middle of their (illegal, unlawful, unconsented-to probably) Operations to sleep; Instant Narcolepsy will help destroy Everything. The Shed men were also blasting my forehead and giving me a headache. So I’m wearing a bandanna now with shielding.
REPEAT HIGH INTENSITY ELECTRICAL PULSES AT NERVES AND BONES AT RIGHT KNEE TO PLOW THROUGH SHIELDING: MAZZEOS
But worse–if anything can be worse than Narcolepsy while working–was the sudden grinding electrical pulse hit at my knee, already swollen with minicakepan and rubber shielding. I found a small double-boiler pan on the bed and stuck it against it for reprieve. [I had brought that pan upstairs one day to shield my camera so I could get the pics off it.] So basically the Mazzeos, unfazed by 2 or 3 or 4 pans of steel and aluminium at my nerve, are simply ratcheting up the voltage and sending me electric shocks of very very high intensity so they find my nerve and fry it again and again and again. I think that’s called Torture and these people are practicing Torture, Cruelty to Plants and Animals, Sadism, Beyond-Insane Sexual Attacks & Bladder Attacks with Electric Pulse Weapons and Skin Burn Sub Millimeterwave Weapons.
1:43 pm: I witnessed one a few minutes ago, a taller, still-pink, darkred-bearded man with a very wild beard indeed, bending over their grill and cooking something.
Today’s examination of our foliage shows the small gold cypress remaining has been burned again at the base, a large portion of it, this one suspectedly by the Chens–or whoever came up on our deck at night and burned it and the other one growing calmly and flourishing together, all winter. The lights on our deck have suddenly gone out together. A branch of the buddleia was snapped. The walnut leaves overhanging the deck have been burnt. The hawthorn berries turned to dust still hang brown and dry on our tree. A squirrel I saw this morning was unsteady on his feet, and the whole of his back had been singed of his fur. I have seen other squirrels with large black patches on their backs as if their hair had been burned that color. Another squirrel I saw a couple days ago was very unsteady on his feet too. They are attacking these squirrels’ brains with neuroweapons.
In the trees earlier in the morning, an unknown songbird sang: Give us Seed! Give us Sweet Cereal!
They have BCI-tech’d this bird and are sending Machine Intel to its BCI chip.
DARPA-CIA, the IDF in America (and the world) and the CCP need to be shut down. 1:50 pm.
5:31 pm: Just to note that about a halfhour ago the man who lives in the Joe Murphy abode drove up and parked a small light chocolate sedan (color of CIA cars noticed around here) (but not one I’ve seen him driving, he has the big GMC suburban) in front of our house–directly opposite the No Parking sign. He then slammed the car door, alerting my attention, and swished away, he was in a light powderblue T–the color of David Aptaker’s suit the day he came calling, affecting acquaintance and demanding I come “open the door” for his Stranger Highness, so he could declare me Mentally Incompetent and himself my “Legal Guardian”, a memorable day indeed–and crossed the street and walked down that long drive to the Murphy house and let himself in. A couple times he looked back, as if anticipating Reaction, then he vanished. Honestly mystifying.
[Perhaps he is telling me he is CIA too, like the Mazzeo men tried to convey a couple nights ago when they had the white SUV with the Black shades and black top come and park in their drive, the one involved in the right kidney hit. That was the day I lost the cellphone for two days, I couldn’t take a pic. But that Blacktop went back to the Blue House’s drive, and there’s a light chocolate sedan parked next to it, so perhaps that’s the message: We’re all CIA here and we’re Interchangeable? And why exactly are you parking in front of my No Parking sign again? 9:46 pm.]
But at the time I was being blasted in the private parts by all and sundry parked here with their Cleverly Concealed Mircrowave Weapons, zoomers had been zooming, and the Mazzeos had switched to RF HPM while the Chens were still going for Electric Pulses.
A sad, troubled lot here, intent on breaking the Author and Journalist’s Knee instead of: feeding their own children, perhaps teaching them English, or slicing off large handfuls of scruffy redbeard with a butcher’s knife, anything.
English is in low supply in these parts, Ngoan Chen sometimes makes wild swipes at it, demanding for instance of her elder child this afternoon–Echo Stalking no doubt– that he “show her the hurt or how can she know”? There were definitely some Ss in there she was dropping, busily, and she vanished as soon as I came to the door with my cellphone. [Which I found yesterday after losing it for two days, a very disquieting happening. It must have been “Rahukalam” although that moon the last few nights has been positively golden with radiance. ]
Mad zoomer, 5:41 pm.
Something has changed, something definite has changed. We are past midsummer, and astrologers must know the omens.
Night after night here, they have set the motorbikes and vroomers to tearing up the night, they seem to have stopped last night somewhere around 3.
9:47 pm: I found the cellphone–the new one for which Apple won’t link me to my account, nor AT & T, for they don’t like Money apparently–in a pillow with shielding in it I had propped up on the floor by the couch; the phone has flown off the couch into this pillow and I spent 2 days sweeping under couches, beds, making and remaking the bed, cursing my Fate, and desperate, until utter despondency and weeping set in (the Knee hits added Misery to the whole) and blind reaching for the Om Shrimathi Mantra led to mindless reaching with my hand into that pillow–only because I had so checked the pillows upstairs and figured I must do the same here below, half-hearted–and finding it; I withdrew my hand in shock, I looked, I could not believe I had found it. But it was there, and I didn’t have to confess to anyone what had actually nearly happened, but didn’t. Horrid thoughts of Attic Man and a Leaping Ngoan Chen had filled my mind for hours, the IDF could well climb up on rope ladders and descend down chimneys–they had better not–but it was all quite difficult, my weekend.
RADIATION IN DIFFERENT FREQUENCIES DESTROYING GENES
I had a revelation though, before I found the cell, as I was doing mantra briefly, eyes closed. From my reading–patterns, interlocked, of genes, gold and brown and then a frizz of energy approaching, just a tiny cloud, a smog, a covering of a cluster of genes and then after that sizzles in electric blue all over the gold already deadening down to sienna, earth, a dull olive, then indigo sizzling, this was as if lightning streaks, a storm of electricity, blueberry, then almost magenta, fluoroscent violet, these many sizzles in slightly different places across that cluster and the darkening, to umber, carbon, a falling away a drying, these genes falling away, taken. Is this gene editing? Whole clusters burned away in electric pulses. Is this how they GM-clone I wonder–sizzle a gene away and stick another in its place…? The whole thing is Painfully fearful to contemplate. How can they do this? How can they be doing this? But they Have done it! They Have done it–and no one should.
A small plane or drone bustled up just now at 9:57-8 pm; 10:01 pm now.
There have been helicopters here this evening, a couple while I was idly looking at Kuchipudi dancing, a little of which I studied once. Maybe I should take it up again. When this knee heals. And I am shielding continuously till it does, But all these CIA fiends nearby need to stop electric-pulsing it. Zoomers again on the street. It’s no use caring about Keeping Secrets now. All you Black and Gray opsters have little choice with that golding of the Moon and Time. nsEP is going to be a thing of the past–sizzles on my knee as I write–Chens I think, staunchly devoted to Pain-Giving-10:07 pm–and the entire War Industry–and Police Tech Industry is going to Crash–I can’t wait! Thrilling things wait around the corner and those black SUVs and Range Rovers and Jeeps will have to deal with the End of Funding. Melting them down and making new snappy cars for the younger set might be the New Pastime of Deadhead Generals. Instead of rushing to Africa or Alaska to mine the earth hollow for more minerals, as the Trump Deception has announced. Fact Sheet: President Donald J. Trump Accelerates Federal Permitting of Data Center Infrastructure – The White House/See the very last paragraph. Sneaked in. And ominous. [All of this is–but their Vision of Dystopia here isn’t going to happen. It Just Isn’t.] 10:15 pm.
