Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | 8:14 am, August 29th, 2025, 8:46 am
8:15 am: A very quick, hurrying drone was here just now. A flurry of sound, while I scrambled to switch off my morning Gayatri mantra and reached for my cell (which has no service, AT & T wants no profits this week either), I was too late, it buzzed up here and left. Now intense heat bathes my spine. Extreme pain on the back of my head made me reach for more shielding for my upper back and back of head as soon as this aerial V left. Then heat. For neither Mazzeos nor Chen Limings can stand this complete Sheathing of my Brain. I heard a sound like a roar from the Chen camp–it’s speakered in, for they have audio bugs everywhere now, and they use 2-3 different kinds of Holosound as well. Techno Acousto can be revealing.
8:18 am: I use these time tags to take a breath. It is near impossible to report these nonstop, swarm of crimes–that’s how they planned it, the CIA. [RNM just as I started thi spara, left ankle, 8:19 am.]
“Shut up” says a female voice. For they would love to be Unknown, Undisclosed forever. Gimme a break. If anyone in the world exists currently who cannot see what I am doing, then we’re all brain-dead. I’m not shutting up, Ngoan Chen! I am REPORTING your sorry ass till you’re seen in TECHNICOLOR for what you’re doing. 8:21 am.
Let me report what happened last night. I switched off at 1:20 am. Just before I did, the Chen Limings dealt me a mighty thwack at my heart, which wasn’t properly shielded. I scrambled for shielding. That was a RF HPM pulse or a PEP–a pulsed energy projectile–although all of them seem to be PEPs frankly, machine gun fusillade is what they generally dish out.
8:22 am: I am now quite well shielded on the back of my head–a colander on top, some close padding, my mother’s saree over mylar-oven-mitt-blanket and my Back-fold shield, which is sheet metal inside Reflectix. But I still felt a blast just now from the Mazzeos, this time on the LEFT BACK side of my head. 8:24 am.
Now a blast hit on my clavicle, left shoulder in back where I suspect the Klein-Walker South Shore implant is.
“We must have your head, and your “Public Safety” implant because you’re a Risk to Public Safety.” [RNM on lower back left thigh, 8:25 am.]
Funny choking cough from Mazzeo drive. Perhaps someone is choking to death there?
They have One Mantra and they sing it, over and over. “We must call you Mentally Ill, and we must have your Head.”
They’re refusing to read this: Letter Sent to UnitedHealthcare CEOs, Chair & Senior Advisor, Board, UnitedHealth Group Regarding False Claims of “Mental Illness & Substance Use Disorder”, July 22, 2025.
Yes, I have a few odds and ends to tie up here, with their criminal LABELING of me in their CULTIC ASCLEPIAS DATABASES as DELUSIONAL, ACUTELY DELUSIONAL and other storylines, but that letter is DEFINITIVE. You cannot step past it.
But hey, we’re the CIA and we can do anything we like.
The CIA stopped the release of the Senate Torture Report revealing the full length and breadth of its crimes but perhaps that was a ruse, to keep the Press and Courts humming with discontent. The Courts of course are taken–by rabid spokespeople for the Robber Barons, Euro Royals, and English Aquilines–Oh yes, I’m a “Judge” and I decree, Hide Everything! Forever!–And a bunch of so-called Presidents rush to refuse FOIAs as well, it’s a Grand Circus.
That Torture Report however ACKNOWLEDGED PHYSICAL TORTURE. [Another crazy plane or drone over Pine, trying to find my Nose. 8:45 am. Zoomers too, being just fractionally quieter than yesterday.]
That Torture report–the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence’s Executive Summary is here: The Top Ten Torture Documents You Need to Read
I’ll write a commentary soon on what I think about what they did there, the CIA, the Senators, and the Presidents and Judges. Most telling of all, we have Senators telling us Boxcutters did it…8:59 am.
For the past few minutes: frantic banging of doors as Blondie tried so hard but couldn’t find my Nose and the Mazzeos were cut off from my spine by a Basting Pan. 9:00 am.
Now heat again. WE MUST HAVE HER OPEN HER SPINE so we can HARVEST the energy from it. — Mazzeo Men–CIA for sure and Israel.
Assholes downstairs singing out these words. They’ve taken to serenading now like Romeo and Juliet it seems. 9:01 am.
Terahertz on the nerves of my right thumb. 9:01 am. Chen Limings or Blondie club.
Pitter patter of RF pulses from the street as I move a bit. The Black Pickup and the Pinesters–that’s QDC-QPD. The Police, targeting the journalist, and playing “Community Police” “Community Corrections”–for we’re all in Jail here? And Psych Ward, alternately. 9:04 am.
Returning:
Around 1:10 am, the Chen Limings blasted me at my heart. I lay down, the Mazzeos blasted me on my right hand underpart of head–right brain. I slept on garden kneeler pad rubber over a steel sheet–at my head I mean. It was uncomfortable and I kept getting a sense of energy hits to the back of my head as I moved. This morning my left temple was fried by the Chen Limings–instant headache and I couldn’t understand it until I realized I was being RF pulsed on the top left. Sitting here, the Mazzeos blasted my brain stem. In the bathroom this morning, exotic lower spine hits from the Chen Limings.
9:11 am: Another plane came by and I recorded it briefly and issued a statement of my hopes. For the CIA to be SHUT DOWN FOREVER. And all the other agencies like it, who are continuing this crime against me, attacking so insanely in this fashion.
Directly after that plane flew directly overhead, the Mazzeos were able to send wild heat to the back of my spine again. Another plane or drone as I wrote that. 9:13 am.
Of course, I had a steel colander on my head, I am under Reflectix, and I looked remarkably like my mother. I should have used her Principal voice. No idiot in the CIA can stand against it. 9:16 am [Blasthit on Reflectix from 2 or 3 frightened red-beard Jihadist Mafia Mazzeo men. 9″16 am.]
I do like the word “frightened” now. None of them will use it. Ha ha ha, they probably laugh. Being large, manic men. But “Frightened” is a good way to think of them — for they are Frightened about Being Exposed. Lie World is so convenient to hide in instead. Boxcutters, planes bringing skyscrapers down, liars lying about “Sandy Hook” and oh yes, a “DiA-GNOSIS” means something.
Docs can’t play God and that’s that. Some of them know it. Most like to wallow in Lie World, it’s so useful, for them. 9:20 am.
This morning when I first sat down here, I didn’t have that RR over my head. Then I did, I pulled it over so I could breathe and the Chens immediately hit my knee with an Electric Pulse. That’s how they’re operating. You close your head or face, theres blasts to your spine or knee–because–CIA here? Who told these criminals they could murder people?
I think it’s time for my Notice. For the Police, the State Police, the Fusion Center, the DHS, the FBU are PERMITTING MURDER, PERMITTING TORTURE, and hey, running TORTURE GIGS themselves. “We call it Community Corrections. [Left jawline hits from Blondies just now after plane-drone, 9:27 am.] We call it anything we like because the POLICE are given the keys of the kingdom here and we can torture and abuse anytime we like.” That’s what I hear that lot saying. 9:28 am.
“Once we drag you in and get you a LABEL, we get to beat you to death.” 9:29 am.
And before actually. For the FBI, CIA, Police, and Psychiatrists work in tandem. 9:29 am.
We can be vicious, says Ngoan Chen. We can be as Vicious as we want. [She’s gnawing on a child’s fourth rib as she speaks. Child Abuse, she’s been told, is what she must specialize in.] 9:31 am.
11:57 am: A very large plane plummeted by a few minutes ago, across Pine, back to front. Maybe a Concord, carrying the Head of MI5 and the Queen of London. [They do do that kind of thing. In London once I noticed an ass deliberately walk past me twice (in the Subway) as if needing to cross my path. I wouldn’t necessarily say it was his Education that stood out, rather his air of Tired Aristocracy. They must be Fatigued, these ‘Cats. So much chasing after their Sacrifice Units, from a distance.] [Then there was the large pink-faced, mustached man I knew at once was British Raj as he bumped into me on a busy tourist Oxford path. He looked flustered and suspicious. Banker! I said, as I walked past him. He couldn’t protest. He was probably guilty of much else as well.] Well this plane had some blustering Machine Intel sprayed over it, in a male voice, and one followed shortly after. In between I was blasthit at the heart at 11:23 am from the Black Pickup Truck, then I heard the jihadist from here chitchat with the Italiano Hey Joe, said Black Pickup in distinctly New York (Mafia) tones. What’s up? Next thing you know a bright red fusion truck blasts by then a black van. Are the POlice about again? They are JOBLESS. Thousands of them holed up there in that new “Public Safety” building they have, rushing to zoom about when a Liar calls. “Officer sir, there’s a real scary female, yes shorter than me Sir, no Brain left, we’ve done a good job removing it, but now she’s pointing her cell at me and trying to get a pic of my Red Beard!” “Brain almost gone you say?” “Oh yes Sir, night and day, we’ve blasted her brain with Microwave and Milliwave, and her spine too–chortle chortle–she has no idea why she’s slow as a Slug most days, but No Brain Left–ha ha!” “Ha Ha ha ha,” laughs the Officer in equal mirth. “Well come quick Sir, she is throwing a fit now in the Front!” “Be there in a Flash!” says Jobless man, and hurries along. Either that or one of their Red Truck fusion fiend-friends is on call here. “We’ve read her brain Sir and she is INTENT on doing more POlice articles!” “She has to stop covering POLICE!” “She’s not covering anything, she’s hunting about looking for ways to finish our funding–all of us!” “ALL of us?” “Yes, sir, ALL of us–Navy and Marine Corps as well. We read her mind and she wants DARPA shut down and Air Force taken down at Once! ” “What about Army? You know that is us–Horse Brigade Psy Ops CIA!” “Yes sir you too–you first!” Little do they know, the grasping freaks. POLICE is going down FIRST. 12:14 pm.
12:50 pm: Crazy sound of sudden construction as large yellow ochre trucks fill the street and the sound of gravel tumbling and a loud engine fills the street. I am working on my Notice of Police Crime. I have done this kind of notice before but this is a new one, post the August 25 incident with the 2 blue-shirts and Chen Liming and co calling Quincy Police on false reports and lies. Not the first time. And QPD is showing who it is DEFAMING and who it is LISTENING TO and running on summons to. 12:52 pm.
Can QPD defame a Poet?
Can QPD defame a Fiction Writer?
Can QPD defame a Journalist?
Can QPD defame an Artist, Children’s Art and Creative Writing and Natural Science Teacher?
Can QPD defame a Playwright?
No to all 5 above.
QPD’s business is not DEFAMING. 12:55 pm.
Nor is it MURDER.
1:24 pm: Chinese woman yelling below the window. Plane starting up.
1:26 pm: Just recorded a brief video to catch the sound of that plane. So many of them–drones and small planes, swinging by every few minutes. I think I recorded 2 videos actually–brief, to report the electroshocks just now on head and left leg, Mazzeos and Chen Limings.
1:37 pm: Loud crack from Starsiak porch like a gun going off.
At 1:05 pm: Loud blasthit on the shielding here from the Mazzeo house where the older ones driving the CIA-looking 3ACT74 are now resident as well, probably eating Lunch with their redbearded pretend children.DARPA’s JOLTS on the nervous system–designed to attack all within earshot. How do we stop such Terrorizing? One can’t even SPEAK to such people. Speed DIAL ring ring and SneakyMental rushes up. 1:40 pm.
1:49 pm: Blast hit and pull on my right brain, right side, near ear. Above ear. Mazzeos.
1:55 pm: Plane flight overhead. Then a blasthit on my right knee nerve again–the plane? Or the crims opposite? No idea but they’re MURDERING MY KNEE and I am clearly going ballistic. 1:56 pm.
At 4:59 pm, I made a brief recording. I am becoming quite hardened against the CIA. It appears they want Brain Injury now–which they CANNOT want. It’s against the Law to attack Brains–especially Women’s Brains, which is the problem. All these pathetic Men, Desperate! [RNM on left calf, 5:36 pm.] [My Police Notice is almost done–and I barely mention the CIA in it–I should add a little I think. 5:37 pm]
5:10 pm: Intense back of brain shot–Mazzeos blast right brain. Sirens and zoomers and car honks. Plane now. 5:11 pm.
5:27 pm: Doors bang downstairs. My head is hit. I rush to the window see nothing. Some kids calling. My knee is being blasted. I adjust the mini cake pans and get some relief. Someone had been hitting from downstairs–Chens and Mazzeos both, at that nerve–sending the hit upwards. Then I get back to my spot, hit as I turn from the pickup truck where Pickup Man has run into, ready to hit. Zoomers on the street. We are in the middle of a new PoliCIA operation. Right Brain Right Knee–and whispers of someone calling Elon Musk a German Blockhead–It wasn’t me. I thought he was from Outer Space, exactly as Zuckerberg had struck me when I first saw him. Two alarming men, sold to us as Captains of Industry and Clever, Impossibly Brilliant. I must listen to him and Rumsfeld both. The little I’ve seen of his blather on camera suggests he is or has been a friend of Adolph–not the reindeer–he and Sam Altman there, who tortures Monkeys for Chat GPT AI or is it 5? Or wait, Humans too. And what about Neuralink and all those primates? Has Elon apologized to them yet? And released them? Perhaps to Shirley Greal’s sanctuary–that would be nice. Tell him that the World has changed please. No one wants the CIA. 5:33 pm. Or Neuralink. Or Monkeys being tortured. Or humans. 5:33 pm.
5:49 pm: Blasthit on middle back of head as the Brain Blasters at the Mazzeo Attic room meet resistance from newly set up shielding to shield the right-brain. Thudhit on top, Chen Limings. 5:50 pm. When did they all begin to believe NEUROWEAPONS are ok to use, to steal women’s brains with?
