Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | April 6, 2024, 11:01 pm
Although it’s been a week now since my hasty send of a letter written to convey the basics on the lunacy ongoing here in Quincy Massachusetts where founding fathers turn out to be turncoats and stories and lies mix freely at police stations and district court lobbies, it seems the discontented lot wearing (interchangeable) badges of Intelligence, Espionage, and Paramilitary Nuisance to All with Terror duds in black and white (on top or bottom) haven’t given up trying hard to finish me off.
Heart-hits (yawn) have now become more exotic than ever, almost finishing me off over the space of these past few nights, drones and military planes and the occasional helicopter have been flying over my head at the couch or bed, and the stealth zooming and parking on the street has resumed while 360-degree face pulses with RF HPM — the 5G seemingly paused yet replaced with highly similar in-the-face pulse hits from each and every installed weapon system around — have ensured facial inflammation and inability to breathe on a minute by minute basis.
Meanwhile an icy nor’easter has entered the state, dropping ice on the deck, knocking at panes and shingles and tree branches with some ferocity, a cold chill is freezing the newly emerged hyacinths and baby birds–all pointing to rather inexplicable weather modification from those who should know better. Strange planes and drones have hovered and flashed–some captured briefly on video.
I’m still working on my reports and looking at the information filtering in from FOIA requests, beginning to see much more is being concealed than I had initially thought.
What I’m trying to say here is that despite the extent of the disclosure made in the Letter to Pres Joe Biden et al on the Hill, the clustering terrorists in the immediate environs haven’t packed and left, seeking better jobs, lives and public images in a different town, but seem to have 1) gotten stealthier and 2) intensified their attacks in stealth.
Curious occurrences such as the appearance the next day of one’s hen–or rather cock–in the backyard–black, white, and red–(accompanied by daylong insouciance of the owners who just apparently hadn’t managed to miss a hen that day) coincided with invitations from the other across the street to get cracking and start up her next entrapment operation while the one currently blasting the arm device (10:07 pm, 4-6-2024) from behind, presumably the larger coven nested here centrally, began to go all out, having people over, dashing in and out, revving up the resistance-destroyer (on their frequency generators) and generally working hard with scalar radar to find RFID tags implanted by the heart and take the heart itself out. Normal? All in a day’s work, in the Stealth Intensifier way of doing things.
I have had therefore, in the last few days and the whole of this past week, to take some extra precautions to stay alive.
Motivating me further inevitably of course to keep speaking and writing of these atrocities. Who are we dealing with here? People intent on getting their own way–despite Laws they profess to keep, Ethics they profess to possess, Sense they perhaps don’t profess at all…? Note, it is Only Stealth which permits them to engage in such crime–behind all Covers. It is Ego, it is Erasure of Empathy in their own souls, it is sad Avarice and Greed–and it is Stealth Tech, which they cannot keep secret forever.
There are a few things I want to note here, to cover the 15 days or so since my last Reporter’s Note (24) where I continued to keep both print and video logs as I could, which I will shortly.
These two videos recorded on Easter, March 30th I can post for now:
From Private Logs, March 20, 2024:
7:39 pm. heart hits from mazzeo house. just published reporter’s note 24 and notes and updates.
11:35 pm: Very tired. Have been pulse-shot in the face, back, sides, all sides of my body from all sides now. The shield tells me it is the Le Mings Mazzeos, Norfolk houses, more. Blasted at nose–very tender now at my nose and I still cannot breathe. Have opened windows, put the fan on. Made dinner, had some water. Made exhausted by these extreme heat pulse hits all over my face and head. Heard footsteps earlier around 7:39 when I was heart-hit at the bed and shielded instantly (another shield that is). Looked outside and saw no one. These guys wear stealth fabric and huddle under windows, hide, dart, hit from behind walls and windows. The Norfolk houses are all black tonight yet I hear rustlinsgs as if footsteps in those yards. Rustling of that blue tarpaulin over the hens. In front, 2 black cars, one up the hill, one by 149/147. New cars that is, all black. Here in echo stalking of my mention of Black Ops? Or CIA or FBI? Getting a headache now, with all these pulse hits.
March 21, 2024:
4:03 pm: Have been sitting up here on my bed, being blasted from all directions as I completed the post of the Police Journal Notes. Felt myself being pulsed from behind (Mazzeos) turned direction next time I sat. Back to Norfolk was blasted at left ear, behind left ear. Went downstairs, stood at the stove to make a cup of tea. Was hit on the top back of my head–Le Ming house. Turned slightly. Was hit at my left ribs, heart from the direction of the white Mazda parked on the hill may or may not be Aidan Murphy’s car–may be the other CIA car which parks here instead. I held up a plate to my heart, thinking how badly I had been hit on the back of my head upstairs, and wondering if that was an attempt to break through the skull and get into the auditory cortex on the left side. A black pickup truck charged up the street. The one which had hit me upstairs? Entirely possible. I felt also on my front a kind of weakening, went upstairs with my tea, sat down held my sound shield against the chakras in front–yes, soft pulses, probably millimeter wave hits at front and face. My nose feels very dry and crusted.
Must also note:
Around 9:40 am: Went out and posted the Notice to all police…dated March 19, 2024, rained on yesterday, covered with some cellophane and sealed with tape, back on the outside wall of the Porch. It was very cold and windy and I hurried. A grey minivan with black shaded windows came bolting down the hill and passed me. A smell of sharp chemical psych drug BS blew up into the air. I presume psych drug since it smelled like a hospital. I ran inside. Having completed my task. And perfectly aware these guys have no leg to stand on here. The Psych Drug Heist being run on people is being Stopped.
4:13 pm: …I need some $$ to get these implants out–torture implants.
Imagine, I am still blasted with microwave pulses.
8:59 pm: Grazed on my skull top back right–parietal? language zone? by a hit coming from a slant–attic window/upstairs window of Le Ming house. Earlier–10 to 12 minutes ago, was hit on the left arm–device access, painful and striking into the arm painfully from the direction of her dining room window.
Just prior to that, while cooking, was hit on the back of my spine with intense heat, Slid shielding underneath, noting the intense heat spread on spine, forcing me to remove my sweater. This happened earlier today as well. The weapon-wielders on either side are using high energy pulse microwave hits at specific spots on my spine and neck to induce intense subdural heat, forcing removal of clothing: this is a kind of sexual, voyeuristic bondage I think, attacking women to make them remove their clothes. The people doing this are engaging in pornographic sexual assault and bodily harassment from very close by.
I must note as well that when I was hit downstairs I saw a flash of headlights in the street through the front room window. It could therefore have been a car parked diagonally opposite and fleeing after the hit. But most often the hits — these kind of intense subdural heat hits in the kitchen — come from the Mazzeo house when I am at the sink and from the Le Mings when I am at the stove. This is intense flaring heat spreading all over the upper torso and back. There is only one or two ways to deal with this kind of heat–run out for cold air, open a window instantly, stick your head inside the freezer, or/and remove your sweaters, your jackets, your tops. What does this mean? It means these are inhumane and sadistic ADS hits to prevent you washing your dishes or cooking your food but forcing you to disrobe instead– while no doubt you are on the Dark Web with your house filled with secret cameras, watching you take off your clothes. Sick. These men and women next door therefore are guilty of Sexual Assault, Voyeurism, Peeping Tom’ism, and Electronic Warfare Weapon Slavery. I am going to have to look up that crime: Making women take off their clothes. Note: When the Sophie-sisters were here last winter and spring, I witnessed them do the same. When Sophie lived here, she kept her windows open, got a fan, and could not wear a sweater. This was because the Chen Le Ming opposite was directing heat on her face I think, and the clones at Mazzeos directing heat at her neck and spine–she must be as implanted with Mems as I am: this is Child Abuse, Child Torture, for purposes of Sexual Voyeurism. And who are these guys again? CIA, DIA, US Army…CIA and DARPA, CIA and DOD. Or just plain vanilla Police contractors? They are Brain and AI predators, both, Blondie as well. Being paid money to burn women alive to make them remove their clothes. What a living. Their children will know their names, I promise.
Let me note I was reading an article on drone ownership by Mass Police just now when the Le MIng head-scrape–a Neuro Weapon–hit.
