Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | 6:40 am, September 1, 2025, 6:48 am
6:41 pm: I narrowly missed the 3:33 hit. Clearly it’s not just “Yellow Humped Dragon”–as Ngoan Chen set up for me to find at her native plant strip on the side, by our now-emptied-by-criminal-QPD drive–over there but Luciferians of all kinds, blazing red at night, [car door bang from street; Blondie’s being kind: You poor freak, get with the program here, we’re all US Mint–Mazzeos concur, left knee RNM, 6:43 am]; oh yes it’s US MINT, and I am supposed to be CRIPPLED, DISABLED, BLASTED TO DEATH FOR LIFE because it’s US MINT which must stand and I must somehow be DISAPPEARED or DIE? [Both preferably, reads Machine Intel Neural Network Ramola D AI from the Mazzeo home upstairs, home to several Redbeards today, and a pretend Woman with her pretend Child, 6:45 am.]
6:47 am: I don’t want the CIA to exist. I want them to be torn down, shut up for good. They need to be Shut Down–but if no one does it, don’t blame me. I have seen it, and I am saying it. I am saying it at the Right Time and I won’t stop saying it. SHUT THE CIA DOWN.
6:50 am: Yes, call me Lun-a-tic if you like. We all use that word. But when the Department of Mental Health uses it–and it’s not the Department of Yoga, Running, Music and Dance, it’s the Disorder-Knighting Klub of Criminals–they are committing a Crime. Against each and every one of us in this Plane, and on this Planet. [Not a spinning Planet but Terra Firma nevertheless.] [Weird yowling demon sounds from the street, to negate what I have written at 6:47 am: Sorry, you have No Power. I AM a Prophet, and I have Spoken. 6:53 am.]
6:53 am: “She calls herself a Prophet.” “We can work with that.” “She is amazingly Delusional!”
Yes, no doubt.
That’s why, at 3:33 am, the Chen Limings, awake all night, or setting their ALARM CLOCKS for that time–nanobiosensor hit at left index finger, tiny whine sound of a drone quite up high, 6:54 am–carefully positioned their HUGE Chinese PULSED ENERGY PROJECTILE GENERATOR, angled to hit, really quite low, from an upstairs window and let loose an almighty BLAST HIT, which ricocheted off the sheet metal shield to the side, purely by Chance it seems, and missed my Knee, which lay below it, clad in mini cake pans and rubber–visible to them via TTWS: Through-the-Wall Sensors–which means very high frequency Millimeter Wave Privacy-Intrusion which they and the Blondie Club and the Mazzeos and the Ruanes probably and the Morans and the Mergels (Bike Police) use NONSTOP on our house: what is it doing to the Drywall, the walls of this house, the windows, this nonstop high frequency assault, for 12 years now?–[sound of a plane above, I’ve already had to readjust shielding twice to stop the RF HPM from the Starsiaks and Ruane houses, 7:10 am–training their Morning Operators to come take pot shots, please, we need her Hit Hit Hit! 24/7 HITTING here–anyone out there, reading this?] 7:11 am
It’s not my “Delusional” that’s causing these fiends to wake in the middle of the night to try to fully remove my right knee. It’s my WRITING: admit it.
“We have her in our clutches now and there she’ll stay forever.” “We are piranhas” “Vultures, we pick the bone clean” “Hyenas, hear us yowl.”
[Yes I did.]
I reached for my cell and found the time when that hit missed me. It made a cannon blast sound and the whole bed shook. Had it found my knee, the kneebone would have CRACKED. That PEP was designed to ride through my miniCPs like they were butter. So yes, these PEPs are DEADLY DEADLY LETHAL. I might have died, why not? Blasthits do kill, ask those military men.
And here I am, a Woman–and we’re all in Equal Territory now? Women are not treated as men are treated Anywhere in the USA. But WORSE, much WORSE. [RNM on right rib cage, Mazzeos, 7:18 am–inching toward my heart apparently. Maybe we can all pretend now she’s never written a thing about being hit with RADIO WEAPONS?]
[Blasthit on colander on my head, 7:19 am.]
Resuming:
About half an hour or an hour later I heard a car drive up and cut its engine, somewhere very close-by. It may have been 4 or 5 am. I was giving my knee Reiki for it hasn’t recovered from all the other hits this past month. Then Blondie hits: from directly across, and Mazzeo hits. It felt like RF HPM pulse-wave and continuous-wave. I sensed hits from the street as well, pulled shielding across. Then a flash of lightning over my entire knee, focused a bit on the right side, a kind of flashing, spread-scarf hit. [RNM on left calf, Mazzeos do like that, yes you can write, but you must be Buried, that’s your fate, US Mint, Zionists here, Rothschilds, we’ve all decreed it–blasthits on top of colander now–7:22 am]. Felt like Terahertz. I knew my knee was broken. I moved hastily, called on Gods, gave it some Reiki. Then that car started up and I tried to leap out of bed, falling on all the fallen cookie sheet-shielding. Made it to the window though, hobbling, intense pain on both sides of my knee and witnessed the small black car by the Ruanes light up and take off. I hobbled back for the phone and took some pics. At least I saw it. Lights on upstairs at the Starsiak, Ruane, Mazzeo houses.
But I can’t post a thing. Can’t see the pics when I link the phone to the pc, stopped from seeing by the ardent cyberhackers nearby. You see, we want to stop your Journalism. We want you to be seen as a–let’s see, Unemployed for 9 years and sadly Mentally Ill–Yes that’s it! Mentally Ill Maniac who Frequently Throws Fits, Loudly, which only Ngoan Chen Catches: Untreated! Who needs Treatment! [Doctor! You need Doctor, echoes Machine Intel, as a flying car echoes as well, 7:27 am.]Yes, indeed yes. [Beaming.]{Matronly and Maniacal, Blocky and German…the Asylum has many faces, even though it’s 2025 now, not 1863.}
Reporting here therefore that the very criminals parked here whose pics are on my phone are able to stop those pics from being seen by anyone else. Freeze on my laptop and any attempt to click open or upload.
[Drone find my nerve and hits, then comes down into the street for Seconds–I had to shield–7:32 am.]
Several thudhits at different parts of my knee–I’ve had to move shielding around. Limings in on it as well. 7:38 am.
Being put to sleep. ELFs at spine–croaking cav radar at throat, 7:43 am–and blasthits RF at temples and forehead. Had to lay back and close my eyes. 7:44 am. Another option for me, to be Wiped, every second. Just not Here. Unconscious. Comatose….Cav radar bubblies at my belly, 7:45 am.
RECAP:
THE AIR FORCE needs to train its killers so MY KNEE has to be hit, over and over, with on-the-ground CIA CO-ORDINATION. Yes, the US AIR FORCE desperately needs me to sit here, just like this, permitting them to FIND me. That is PURE CRIME, and the US AIR FORCE is getting an INVOICE. 7:53 am. [That plane circling above, read out these words on Machine Intel engine-spray of sound: DARPA as well, as it came down lower, 7:54 am.]
“We want to take you back to the Thirteenth Century, when Immolation was Fashionable, and Women were put in Stocks so the whole world of Insane MEN could come by and Jeer.”
“Oh yes, it’s perfectly ok, for an American journalist to be treated this way. It’s all Hush Hush Cover Cover in Black Ops World and no one will ever know!” USA is sanguine then? Oh yes, we are Calm and Comfortable. We like Bludgeoning people in Secret, you see. No one can say a thing! What about the Letters? We have to pretend to Ignore them. [Hint, that’s why they call it Government: there isn’t any, only the Machetes, hound dogs, and Bright Red can be visible.][RNM right calf, Mazzeos, 8:03 am.]
8:26 am: Small child, making crazy demon squawk sound in the street. I wonder if it’s a “Satanic” family and they’re taught to do this for a certain stated reason…Using kids though, CHILD LABOR then, in the service of Negative Energy Vibrations. Loud honk on the street and a woman calling out loudly. Lots of loud chatter suddenly and someone saying “Love you!” Codeword for “We’re Satan’s minions”? [Thudhit on shielding, Mazzeos, 8:28 am.]
10:40 am: Mazzeo runs and starts his car–the blue one in front–and lets it sit for a minute then takes off.
10:43, 45 am: Chen Limings crash car doors as I shut off their incessant RF HPM at my LEFT CHEEK, hitting my molars. Clearly they would like me to think a TOOTHACHE came out of the blue and hit my teeth there, to rationalize the lumpen swelling on my left side of face. There is no way they can rationalize it, they have sharpshot my face, my cheek is disfigured now, it is twice as large as the other one, there is ballooning collagen there, and they have MUTILATED AND DISFIGURED ME. They have taken my jawline, the perfect symmetry of my face. That’s what they wanted–removing symmetry. They want women without facial symmetry and without their natural Voice. They want to sit around mutilating Voice and Jawline, making SWELLING AND INFLAMMATION happen asymmetrically instead, with SPRAYED COLLAGEN, SYN BIO, AND SILICON BULB NANO. Just as in the Global Mesogens book by Dr. Hildegard Stanninger, clearly a Military Nanotechnologist who is putting it out there, so everyone knows what the Military is doing. With this kind of Nano, they can spray you anywhere: in your Face and in your Belly especially for women, but also in your armpits, your breasts, thighs, hips, to make you fatter and unable to lose weight. Most women who are older are being sprayed now I would think, Or they would all be able to lose weight with their walking and running and gym’ing. I’m speaking of the gym-goers, the walkers, the once-athletes like myself. We’re unable to lose weight because there’s crap in us they’ve sprayed in. You have to get the crap out first–but you also have to make sure you’re not being radiated. because the radiation makes their shapes and connections happen.Nano self-assembly, syn bio and near rayon sacks, things that swell with water. You’re not so much your own fat and swelling as syn-bio-infused and nanotech-filled and gum-and-sack-ballooned. That’s what they’ve done to my left cheek–something they started to do years ago and have now gotten obsessed about. Well I have to LIVE UNDER REFLECTIX I guess. I am after all a PRIVATE ABUSE VICTIM of the Chen Limings and QUINCY POLICE who CANNOT READ a thing I write, and must come charging up here everytime these fiends call them up on lies, with intent to ATTACK, CAPTURE, KIDNAP, and INCARCERATE the sudden mythical wildebeest they’ve conjured up instead. I have NO FUTURE. NO PRESENT. And only the PAST, to write about, or to live in. The Chen Limings are my SLAVERS, SLAVEOWNERS, and MINDERS, and I have to simply submit to their FACE-BASHINGS, in addition to everything else they do on a daily basis. SUBJUGATION TERROR is what they’re running.
10:52 am: Blasthit on Shielding.
10:53 am: Zoomer flies past.
11:00 am: Blasthit on a window on the Chen Liming side. People on the street, querulous. Oh, must I not be shielding? Perhaps I should BARE MY FACE TO YOUR WEAPONS?
The Chen Limings have also unfailingly BEATEN ME AT THE NOSE AND SINUSES to make me sick and nose-running then stuffed, EVERY SINGLE DAY. And at the THROAT AND THYROID, to remove my Voice, the tenor of my Voice, my natural Harmonies. That’s what they’re going for, the Chinese Yellow Dragons and Luciferians. “We cannot have Women with Good Voices. We cannot have Women with Good Symmetrical Faces. Break them all up, make them ROUND-FACED and FAT, BELLY-SWOLLEN And CROAKY!” [More bad-accented English spoken under my window now by someone–perhaps they’ll all come run Street Theater right here, while I’m writing, in hopes of my rushing up to snap them.] Large truck buzzes by. DISRUPTION TECH is their direst hope.
However, since they won’t let me POST my photos and my VIDEOS, why bother?
I have other things to do, just sitting. [All along as I wrote the above, a light plane, FCC-licensed, buzzing about, reading this sentence now. 11:05 am.]
This article, posted yesterday, has some good info and sources on the Nano War Weapons: Surgical Neurology International
But be aware of the LIE WORLD INVERSION CRIME being committed there; never forget the ones in Media (which turns out to be run by #MockOp “Intelligence”) who REFUSE to recognize what the Military, Intelligence, Homeland Security, and Police parties have done here–used and use DEADLY WEAPONS OF DIFFERENT KINDS on the populace, the people of every country of the world–are part of the problem. They want to maintain Lie World, and they want to ignore that millions of people have surfaced these crimes already, are reporting these crimes on their person. That’s UNPARDONABLE, in the world of Writing, Witness, and Speaking.
6:31 pm: Kids playing outside again. My knee blasted again for minutes while I reshielded: Chen Limings, Starsiaks, Mazzeos from shed, or back of house. All day, my knee has been electrically attacked by these and others closeby. Sitting outside briefly in the middle of the day–on the deck in the backyard, noise harassment gave way to Eye Hits with Radio Frequency Pencils, a sense of a log laid into your eye and standing there, destroying the organ. That was from the Chen Liming henhouse where zombie sounds were sent from as I sat with my books, while the Mazzeos sent left brain hits, blasts to the shielding at my heart and heat hits to my neck. Getting up I witnessed a new blonde-brown headed man leap out of the white car and leap into the blue car and drive out. A redbearded man and a woman had come in now in the blue car. Shifting out. Sitting in the car reading the waves from the back of my head apparently. All day these men like all the others on the street, stay on the street and in their houses, attacking. [Zoomer, 6:52 pm. A Mazzeo makes noises in his drive. I cannot keep moving to photograph them. I did, a bit. Recorded their hits in brief testimonials.
6:53 pm. Much to do but the thought struck me today that the CIA, FBI, and DHS which has surely watched the journalism at my pen and on my videos over the years since 2014 made a deliberate move against me in the year 2022. Perhaps starting 2021. Yes, maybe 2021. That was when their Left Arm and Right Arm fixed blasts began. And when the Blondie clan came here to live, in June 2021. [Several women, some clones, GMC clones, some not, is who I mean here.] So the clones are known to the Police and FBI–although one thinks they’re a deep dark CIA production. The Blondie clan came to Close-Attack, Frame, and “Entrap”–all with street psy ops and FALSE ACCUSATIONS. Something one comes to know only in retrospect. They wanted Hospital, Labels, Jail. Still working on it, like insane hopesters from the nether regions of PoliCIA hell. And someone put them up to it. Someone hired them. Someone said Yes, Now, Yes. Someone gave a nod in a Back Room, a CIA-DARPA-We want your head Back Room. Because that’s momentous–that someone did that–this thing that has happened, attacking the journalist while simultaneously pretending she doesn’t exist. They thought they could shut the Exposure down. It is TIME for them to WRAP UP their industries of SLAVERY, TORTURE, and PHYSICAL ABUSE.
7:05 pm: Planes across Elmwood. Kids shouting. All day, multiple RF blasts–on face, head, heart, knee. Skin paralysis weapons used by the Chen Limings by the sink all afternoon. Forced Aging. We have to hit her in the left thigh and on top of her right foot so she feels weak and thinks it’s arthritis. then she’ll get arthritis–which we give to her, like we do millions. They are relentless, “We have to get her energy down” they say this with impunity, as if they can do that to another without being jailed, as murderers.
7:32 pm: Extreme hit on my right knee again, Chen Limings, just after a graze on my head, left side. They want you to have Knee Pain just like your mother, say the Circle Opsters. They want you Down. Someone has been blasting up and down Pine like a banshee, and periodic hits have been aimed at my knee, which I’m shielding on 3 sides. The Nerve, the Bone, the Ligament: all broken now, and being re-hit, because apparently BRAIN GRABBING works better that way. Yes we are very much into IP Theft: Mazzeos and Chen Limings. Israel, China, and the US Mint–and the Royalists…Someone hasn’t woken up yet. 7:35 pm. Bangs on shielding to my right–Mazzeos, 7:37 pm.
Writing for yesterday, 9/1/2025, 8:49 pm: I was downstairs by the sink when blasthit extremely on my right knee from the Chen Limings’ house, extreme nsEP blast, electrical sizzle at the knee. Reporting it here because it’s important for all to know they have electric pulse generator installations all around their house and shed, are still sitting here, engaging in “Black Ops” 24/7, and still using their SLAVERY-ABUSE ELECTRICAL WEAPONS on my knee. As are the Mazzeos and Starsiaks. 7:38 pm, 9/2/2025.
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