Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | 10:54 am, Monday August 25, 2025, 11:11 am/Pics added in later
8:11 Am: The Black Pickup is back, after not being there earlier. This man–QDC/QPD–or clone thereof has picked up my recycle can and stuck it on the Native Strip. harming both. For DPW, spoken to on Friday asked me to leave it out, saying the Recycle people would pick it up Monday.
9:47 am: Black Chills in front of 146 Pine. Blacktop operations for this morning? (The Chillout Black Lounge van below–which spent several months last year running Provocation Parking in front of our house.)
10:54 am: Highlight of the morning: I was dancing downstairs–a real quick dance, for as I stood there looking idly at the lone redbud dove examining bread and corn and wondering what this place was, looking about him as if in wonderment–for surely this is Shangri-La on my deck for him and his friends, greenery, dayflowers, spider plants, the lone marigold and lone sunflower, and fresh baked bread (almost) here and there, and walnuts, and sunflower seeds, and millet, a small scattering–I was thinking about all the things I needed to do today and realizing I would be lost soon in writing and reading. I took a pause for a dance, to get some exercise in, doing of course the reverse-the-CIA-and-Military Acholi cum Conga cum Sioux steps I remembered, that my body did, I should say–I ask and the steps come naturally to my limbs these days; try it, simply ask, move while asking, for your intention–it would have to be a powerful Cleanse-the-World intention for we are wallowing in Satanism here, and Luciferianism, and Molochism, the Ones who think they “run the world” and employ their best firends, the CIA and US Military and Their best friends: the Police & the Privateers, the third-party contractors, the mercenaries, consort with Demons apparently and alternately worship them and summon them and Imagine they’re in charge here, their Flock of Archons and Evils, but they’re not, there’s always Gods here, they’re over them all–and it will be given to you, your limbs will move, your hands, your body. Try it especially while ditching every single allopathic drug you may be on, for any reason, try Nettle instead for energy, Dandelion, Kale, and Karela–a Bitter Gourd from India which will raise your energy level sky high and clean out very little bit of Nano, mRNA from vaccines, and all those fetal stem cells from cat livers and monkey pancreas they’ve put in them.
I would of course like to learn the Acholi and the Lakaraka from the Ugandans–but those dances came to me this way, as did the Cossack dances, and some Irish ones, and the Maori ones. I had never seen the Sioux dance and I am now a devotee, I will have to find out where the Sioux are so I can go and dance with them….
In any case there I was dancing and turning and the Mazzeos blasthit me on my knee. It’s not Radar I figured out after thinking hard and long. If Radar can hit metal and not bounce back and let pilots know what’s out there they would fly into each other. Higher levels of radar: would it pound through steel?
It must be below electricity or what they’re calling Electric in the nsEP.
And these nsEPs are not just parked on the sides of houses and roofs as in the Mazzeo house now after their Rooftop-in-Snow installation in February or Shed Hideouts or linked to generators as in the Chen Liming back-of-shed and fence area.
They are PORTABLE and they are being hidden in cars and SUVs, left side of the trunk.
This morning I was hit from the Mazzeo blue SUV, from the Blondie-house, and from the silver grey car sharked up and slanted, reversing on the street so its left-back side was pointed at my knee. I made a video recording–probably one I cannot upload now, but that’s what it was. I went to windows immediately, to take a pic, to see who it was. I had NO expectation of a silver mercenary car coming up to blast me into extinction.
Luckily I survived and am shielding. Came upstairs, and someone had sprayed a psych drug in, sharp smell of weirdness. I opened windows, left the room for a bit. The fan is on now. 11:11 am.
11:15 am: A very large truck is parked outside. Is it the recycles, to take my recycles?
I think it was. Left too quick for a pic but I see the can is empty now. 11:19 am. Which is great. My phone call to the City helped. And the man from next door who stuck the can on our Native Plant strip had no biz doing so.
11:56 am: A plane drones by. Reporting also that at 11:45 am or thereabouts–I recorded the man across the street at 11:34 am getting into this Black Pickup and driving off–a large grey FBI-looking minivan or SUV went blasting up the hill. I have been suspecting–and seeing–black and grey police-looking cars blast by here every time I use my voice, inside my house, recording, singing, or speaking aloud. A truck outside, making a noise, 11:57 am. I suspect the 2 criminals closest to me “call police” each time I speak or sing or record, suggesting I’m “having a Bipolar fit” perhaps? Part of what has been done here is MASSIVE DEFAMATION AND SMEARING, dragging me twice to places where Lies and Labels have been placed against my name, by themselves, their infamous cartel, and so That, I must conclude [Plane flight across Elmwood, these words rolled over engines, 12:00 pm] is yet another Masonic Lock here to Shun and Disappear People. [Whose bones, brains, nerves, muscles they then attack with impunity, TO THE DEATH, calling them, in the ERs, “VICTIMS”.] The Three Masonic Locks then are: Police, Psychiatry, and Defamation and Smearing. Are there others?*** I’ll have to keep thinking about this. Zoomer drives up street. 12:02 pm.
***With help from the NSA [Circle Ops small talk/BCI-CBI Chatter]: The two other Masonic Locks are: The Criminal, Lying Police-Medical Databases, and the Surround-Sound Nonstop Lie, Set-Up, & Provocation Harassment Attacks by the Weapon-Wielding Mercenaries. [Honk from street, 8:05 pm/8/26/2025.]
3:33 pm: Whooping police sirens, after a series of different “non lethal calls” no doubt blasted out by their new sirens since 3:37 or 3:28 pm, from fairly close, perhaps Harvard Street.
Clearly Quincy Police has become Bloated with its own Abuse of Power and keeps running it.
Blasthits on shielding on back of my head, Mazzeos, 3:34 pm.
Someone whistles–US Navy? Oh I’m sure. Marine Corps and Navy are just as bad as each other.
Reporting here that once more I was blasthit with intense nsEP while I stood by the art room window, taking a pic of the 2 women minding some kids across the street today. They change out frequently, and I’m recording them all. As I can that is.
More zoomers, 3:35 pm.
How was I hit this time? The people closest to me in the art Room are the Chen Limings. Just minutes ago I had witnessed the Ngoan Chen of the day squat, clad in all black, on her porch, pretending to change out the inner tyre on a child’s green mountain bike, with a small monkey toy propped next to her–perhaps to let me know she had been Brain Decoding again and knew about my plans to pull together my next news report regarding Delgado’s monkeys, made some months ago and abandoned as my phone and computers were attacked so badly then. 3:45 pm.
More has happened though, and it has been a day of recording. And a peculiar visit from 2 men–whom I am suspecting this new Ngoan Chen called on false-claim–plain-clothes men from the local Bureau of Crime, Quincy Police, which is clearly 1) Maintaining lies and false-reports in my name and 2) Responding to the false-claim-summons of these very same parties I have widely reported, both publicly in Notices, and to the City of Quincy–and therefore Quincy Police–and also directly to the Quincy Police Department, as people issuing false claims, continuously. 3:47 pm. Zoomers on the street and 2 kids playing. nsEP on my knee again, a minute ago, as I sat down, at 3:46 pm, from directly across where these kids are playing and where this Black Pickup has returned and parked, in front of our house. House Bullies Returning. 3:48 pm.
***FOIA Request Made to the Office of the City Clerk, Quincy Succeeding Sudden Visit by Seemingly Two Plainclothes Police from Quincy Police, 2:45 pm. August 25, 2025; One more note to be made here.
4:32 pm: Intense nsEP hits from the Black Truck in front as zoomers go by and the maniac of the Truck sits with his implement, amping up the voltage and finding my knee past layers of shielding as I add to it. sorry ABUSE OF WEAPONRY, ABUSE OF POLICE POWERS, ABUSE OF SCUMMY CRIMINAL COMMUNITY JUSTICE POSITION this fiend has gotten. Yes this man is QDC QPD and is MURDERING MY KNEE. 4:34 pm.
Since then, all evening, on and off I’ve been hit on the right knee several times. The angle of the hit, received, discloses their direction: grey shark car on the hill, installation on side of the roof at the Chen Limings’, the Pinester Starsiak house [ADt from the cars below/Mazzeos and on top of shielding as well–pulsed 5G. 11:56 pm. [Moved, got a basting pan for my back to stop that spinal heating. 12:00 am/8/26/2025.] [Sounds of groans from the Ngoan Chen side, they seem to have Machine Intel–a button to push–for groaning guess they were gearing up to hit my Left Brain just then and I moved–sad for them. They must be heartbroken. Oh the Parietal moved! Or maybe, dammit I can’t find the Auditory Cortex again! My Brain, they seem to think, is their own private possession. One to track and stalk all around the house, and “discipline” when it’s not refraining from Thinking. [Blasthits on top of shield here, probably from them. 12:02 am.]
Private Print Logs, August 26, 2025
12:49 am: Jerkshock on top of head, temple-hits for sleep (super sleep approaching) nsEp again and again, being shielded and reshielded from. They must take these weapons to bed, pointing and hitting–both thumbs operative–like jaguars. [Blasthit on top of shielding to my right:Mazzeos. 12:52 am,8/26/2025.
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