Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | March 16, 2025, 3:12 pm, 6:04 pm (fire sirens blaring)
Crouching under Reflectix this afternoon as I struggle once again–uselessly!–to post my March 14 2025 Note reporting the Neurotechnology and Radio Technology killing of our darling cat Zippy, a young, beautiful loving, caring child, sweet as all cats are, and a kitten really, unlawfully implanted pre-our knowing of him and bringing him home, by a DARPA-CIA lot keen to attack little creatures, all smaller than them, short as they are, smaller, more vulnerable, defenseless, incapable of stopping men with chains, shackles, handcuffs, blinders, electrodes, needles and knives, who implant baby cats, dogs, and humans just as easily as they now apparently implant insects and larvae, if Annie Jacobsen’s story of DARPA crime is to be believed–but why wouldn’t it? Annie after all is a Jacobsen and very pale in her Skin Color and very close, one suspects, to the Kings of Crime at DARPA, how close one can only hazard a guess or two–[Yes Dears, it is only the PaleSkinned who can speak and be heard, or hey the RedHeaded, maybe the RedBearded too {oh yes} for if you are BrownSkinned you are Doomed to be followed around by manic red-bearded men keen to stop your every move and shout Police! soon as you rise from your bed [and your Dreams, feckless as they are, of Return to your Own True Life] and try to post a video or two, of your Speaking, in fact, the Continuance of Your Speaking]–you will be whacked in the right eye with a blinding pencil of Non Light: Radio Frequency High Powered Microwave Burning in fact, as I was just now, at 1:50 pm, or accessed at your right upper arm (3:22 pm) where an unlawful RFID was shot in on the wings of a Tetanus Injection at Brigham and Women’s–no not Brigham and Young’s as I often stumble over myself, but Brigham and Women’s whose lobby and ER look like a giant Bostonian Prison manned by Khazars (Security Guards) and indoctrinated, craven Nurses who will Do Anything for Money, become Prison Guards themselves that is, observing, noting, attacking, lying if they could only get the chance, moving you outside Cubicle No. 33–as I was, in 2017, when Millimeter Wave Weaponry wielded by who? Drones, the Nortons who preceded the Mazzeos and permitted millimeter wave weaponry to be parked on their roofs? Both I think, which blasted and burned and blistered a ring finger (mine) blowing up the whole hand, with inflammation and infection, twice, maybe three times, post-healing with lavender oils, post-recovery, over and over blasting and boiling and burning–second-degree burns–so re-blistering occurred, the whole necessitating an ER visit, one like any other, all sad, pathetic Doomed ER patients-perhaps-or-not forced to wait for hours, while RF in the corridors pulsed various of their body parts and brains–a Secret only those Security Guards, and Top Doctors in these hospitals know–and your videos cannot be uploaded though you try for hours and no, no-one will hear you Speak!
Is my Speaking then forever to be Stopped?
Creepy creepy crawly radar hits on these shields around me as I try over and again to upload my video this morning to Youtube and to ECC and to Screenpal online, seeming to come closer and closer from all sides. Cracks from drones and sheds–it feels like a drone is parked at above or near that shed–just as they have handheld satellites called nanosatellites, perhaps they have handheld drones or parkable drones they call nano drones? Something to investigate!–and sounds of cars and zoomers on the street nonstop where the police kids are playing this morning, apparently (a bustling hustling low drone sound to my left just now as if a sort of drone or heli needed to buzz by: Exactly at 3:33 pm, and now it’s 3:35 as I write) working hard to run a new Set Up on yours truly, even calling out my name, hey Ramola1 although quickly followed by Marina! and Macarena! which surely is a Dance of some kind? I must explore this Dance, for I have lately become quite interested in Dancing! In fact, I have started to engage in Gyrations of most curious kinds, All By Myself, when I am loath to bend or clean or vacuum or anything else! [Of course it is impossible to Bend when one’s Knees are Blasted to Bits by Criminal A*holes living closeby and pointing Nonstop RF Pulse Hits at your knees so they Fail and End.] But I seem to have discovered Uganda! yes Uganda! I did I think move toward Hawaii in my side to side movings but there was this other, major, vibration that seemed to come Right Up from the very Earth and course and river and rock through me–it was Uganda!–I am sure it was, perhaps other parts of Africa too (I must Explore) but Look up the Lakaraka–and Try it!–That was the Lakaraka and a few others–I will return with more on Uganda’s Dances soon! I promise! — we should all be Danicing the Ugandan Dances instead of needing to expose the Crime day after day of the Armed Forces and the Local Gunsters and their very many Programs of Lies and Enslavement!
Now just for kicks, because I cannot post the videos I have been recording–Barely managing to, given all this Hacking–I think I will post a Section of my recent Logs, print that is, made in Hushmail and sent to myself, just to save them. Life is very Strange Indeed among the Special Access Controlled Access Classified Criminals, and there are Two White Vans parked on Elmwood this morning–I wonder why?
Some connection perhaps with the little creeps next door wearing red shirts and shrieking Hey Ramola! Macarena! Stop filming us! or was it Stop recording us! when I stepped out a couple hours ago to pick up the latest Sunday special from the lying New York Times, one I’ll have to Cancel soon? Were they planning another little Skit and Set up, then watchers, zoomers, callers of PolicePals and quick, where’s the Brewster all over again? The Black Chillout Lounge Black Ops van I have thought owned by the Brewsters–as noted in their history of shenanigans online, one devoid of All detail, so you do have to wonder how Brewing Men turned to running clubs and lounges and club vans (says Chillout Lounge on the side of this big black van)–so are they Threatening me again? Keep making your little nighttime videos and we’ll bring in our White Vans just as soon as you step out of your house to pick up the newspaper?
Dead silence now as I write…..3:51 pm.
Here is my Letter to Mark Brewster, which he never answered: Letter to Mark Brewster, CEO, Brewster Ambulance Requesting Corrections of All Lies and Fabrications on “Patient Care Report” for 12/20/2022
Note, Mark Brewster’s staff recorded Lies against my name. Quincy District Court and Quincy Police Department called them on Lies. Now they are both parked next door to me, using RF HPM, Radar, ADS (millimeter wave privacy intrusion crime) and more on my body and brain.
And obviously, this is all about Way More than lies. Brewster Men and CIA Men cannot run after me with syringes and sticks and stun guns filled with Scopolamine and whack me on the Spine and anywhere else–or try to–and strap me down on their Lying Stretchers and cart me off to their favorite Psych Ward, Nasty UCPAI (unconsented to private abuse implant) Center with a lot of Violence in Silence and Lies without me turning around to look at who they are! [We were not on a Date either, Mark Brewster and I–or Ryan Whidden and I–or Ryan Aucoin and I–or Antony Holmes and I.] [In other words: no, this was not used as a Date Rape Drug on me (once twice several times) that day, and attempted later again on October 8, 2024, but an Attempted-Life-Takedown Drug.]
I did Notice this Crime at the time:
So why exactly are these kids across the street calling out their False Accusations all over again, as they have, indeed, several times this past year…..day after day in the spring and summer, a bunch of Fake Kids and Fake Storylines, trying hard to engineer the Same Old Same Old Call the Brewster BS?
Ambulance company sold after losing Weymouth 911 contract/March 26, 2018/The Patriot Ledger
Did Brewster buy Fallon to end the Competition–and then start Going Mad with Creating Patients, especially Mental Patients, along with Quincy Police? “Transformative” is a word Brewster uses:
The History of Brewster Ambulance | Since 1906
Tons of Crisis and Mania in Massachusetts: Communism Claiming Crisis in Massachusetts: Criminally Harassive “Community Policing and Behavioral Health Crisis Intervention Services” Reveal Over 250,000 Captures Per Year into Mental Health of Children, Youth, Adults from 2019 to 2022
Fallon Ambulance drops suit against Quincy, hires Martha Coakley – The Boston Globe/August 20, 2015
“Such (ambulance) contracts allow a municipality to give a private company exclusive rights to respond to 911 calls; the ambulance company bills insurers directly for its services.”–Priyanka Dayal McCloskey, Boston Globe, 20 August 2015
Basically, cities, running as Municipal corporations, outsource their emergency medical services to private companies—running Profit Maximization–who are paid directly by Health Insurance Corporations.
Which answers my question here: EMS in American cities and towns have become Predatorial, and Aligned with Health Insurance Predatorial Corporations–which are Protected by Police, and, by extension Police Kids, Police Families, Police Affiliates.
Which means: Brewster Ambulance is actually keen on grabbing me again for yet another unlawful criminal Ambulance Run to another Unlawfully Acting Crime-Practicing Hospital because United Health–Noticed and written to several times, curiously unresponsive–is keen to Keep on Making Money and Keep Extending its Profit Bottomlines, paying Brewster on the one hand, and Paid by Price Waterhouse on the other hand….because that’s where United Health has been getting its money in my case, in 2022, with those two Unlawful Brewster-Quincy Police Kidnaps of my actual living female body. So Price Waterhouse: How does it make Its Money? Well it Audits Taxes for (among others, including governments and utility companies) Hospitals, Boards, Universities, Foundations….and They pay PWC. Where do They–Hospitals, Boards, Universities, Foundations–get Their money from? People–people the Ambulances and Police grab unlawfully, to stick inside their “System” databases, False Psych Labels–and all sorts of other False “Diagnosis” Labels–attached, so they then become a Gift that keeps on Giving, to the Hospital-Police-Ambulance system, people who become or who are forced to become Patients.
That seems to be where we are today–with Police running private programs to Label people they wish disappeared, and then hound them to their death, in their own neighborhoods, keeping those Labels sacrosanct, and completely ignoring their Privacy status, their standing on Land and Soil, their absolute removal from the Sea, the Marine Seascape of Crime which the Municipalities have been slimily carving out, for quite some Time now.
But that Privacy status cannot be ignored. Land and Soil cannot be ignored. Nor can the fact that the Labels are false, and falsely acquired.
4:46 pm: Sharp access attack at chest, at heart, with sound of drone or plane high above, on the electronic RFID tag unlawfully implanted by South Shore Hospital CIA Criminals, post Procurement by Brewster Ambulance on 12/20/2022: Procurement for Profit for a Profiteering Enterprise, using warm human bodies to hand over to a hospital.
4:59 pm: Sharp loud hit on shielding to my right as I write the Priyanka Dayal McCloskey quote.
5:04 Pm: Vroomer or motorbike makes a revving sound as he snarls up the hill.
As I have been writing here, hits have also sounded on the front door. 5:07 pm.
5:59 pm: There have been hits on the door, sounds of a basketball being bounced, motorbikes revving, and high frequency sounds sent to my left ear from the Mazzeos on and on for a while now as I Write. More needs to be Written and more needs to be added in here as per my intent above–but let me post this part for now, Part I. 6:03 pm
Part 2, 7:27 am, March 17, 2025, St. Patrick’s Day (in part Irish, Quincy, Massachusetts):
A few minutes ago I believe I heard the Mazzeo Chariot of Crime roll back in. Just prior, the M of the moment had been racing about outside, right by that garden shed, aiming his cavitation radar pencils at my belly and throat, his blunt-hit RFs at my heart, and with his pal in the attic, more at my mouth and vocal chords. A small sound, a breath, more than a breath escaped my throat. A sigh. A kind of sigh. Not mine, and it has happened before. Enough times before to let me know there is a man in that attic room–or upstairs room–behind and above my head, sending signals to the top of my head and back of my head, and the one down below was pulling a sync’d attempt to tease my mouth once more into a pout–as reported once before–and rushing to draw his dagger radar across my throat as well, just to let me know he was there and slide that link of Conscious Awareness between us. An intimate slide, right across my Private Throat, in my Private Bed, in my Private Home, on my Private Land. I think that warrants Mentioning. There will be Bills to Pay soon, and Joseph Mazzeo is seeking once more to make his Name known: with a Minion, invading my Private Body and Brain.
Now: 7:36 am: Mazzeo men next door hit my left calf, underneath, with Remote Neural Molesting, a Conducted Electrical Weapon which operates through wall on Nerves. Quieter than NsEP, which can fry your bones with sizzling slings all down the length of them. Or Terahertz White, a lightning crime on nerves, designed to break at once your hold on Life. “Carpal tunnel syndrome” can be induced this way and the Chen Limings have used it often on my hands.
Knowing what the Mazzeo men are doing is not Consent to their actions of invasive crime on my body. But an Awareness, to be reported.
This is also Intention to RF Murder, the insistent hits on my heart this morning and last night, and the correct thing to do is to report it. 7:45 am.
I am reporting here today that these men in the Mazzeo house have insistently stopped me from Reporting Crime the whole of yesterday, last night and again this morning. Kept from speaking, this journalist is being actively thwarted from speaking and being heard with continued intense cyberhacking: This video report is being Obstructed: RdNote-March142025-Reporting Radio Neuro Crime on Cat, Animals, Self, Police Defamation of Writer & Journalist & Others with False Mental Illness Labels.7:43 am.
I need to be able to report these crimes, to continue to expand Awareness in the world. If I do not, hundreds of thousands of Americans and people worldwide will be disappeared continually, attacked in stealth with these very RF Weapons and disappeared as I have been disappeared, with false “Mental Health” labels.
I am a writer and journalist, working in a dangerous war zone. This war, unsummoned by me, has invaded My Territory. Shouldn’t I be afforded all the protections of a civilian, in this dangerous war zone?
The International Declaration on the Protection of all Journalists
I am a living American woman standing on the Land and Soil of America. The Air above my head and being breathed in and out by me does not belong to the Vatican, the Municipality, or the Sea Merchants of Crime flying police drones over my head. Who in fact are Sea Creatures and must spend their time sinuously swimming about in the Sea–not the Sky.
I need the DHS to stop these men. I need the NSA to stop these men. I need the FBI to stop these men. I need the QPD to stop these men. Not support them. Not permit them to murder me and keep bottlenecking and strangulating my video uploads.
I suspect they are IDF, Mossad, KGB, and CIA. That’s surely “illegal”: it is against the Ninth and Tenth Amendment and the Fourth too, which recognize the rights, natural, common-law-known, God-given, to be safe and secure in our beds and homes, to not be troubled and attacked by spies with allegiances to Murder: Brain Murder, Body Murder, from other nations–however Stealth–or agencies such as the CIA which probably employs these dual-citizenship spies, secure in their use of men and women with US passports even as they come trained in all-over-the-body RNM and spider and cavitation radar, trained in other words in Stealth bodily attack through-wall, with Israeli Tech, not American. No, America is not Israel, much as the Secret Zionists might like to believe otherwise. And the bodies of Americans are not available to Radio Probing as they might think (RNM on top of my left knee, spider radar on my backside, 7:57 am.)
Drone overhead, 8:01 am.
Painful access at my heart, right side, 8:06 am. Then a thud hit on shielding to my left. More hits on my rib cage where I have placed some shielding.
These weapons do not recognize Rights or Nationality or Sovereignty. They have gone to the head of every Terrorist running police bureaus and mental asylums, and given them a Means by which to create Forever Patients–in Psych Ward ECTonia [Shocking Now A-OK in Psych Wards, now that Ivy League & Oxford Terrorists in Bow Ties have given the Go-Ahead to Shock and Brain-Modify the Too-Outspoken, calling it “Therapy”, yes “Electro Convulsive Therapy”: A little convulsion or two, dear, won’t hurt you at all, there there, bite down harder on that iron stick in your jaw, there we go, one, two. Zing! Your brain will be forever glad we’re here, now that we’ve removed most of it, and yes there is more to come, we get to Slide you out dear, yes, slide you right out of Reality–and why would You need Reality anyway Frankly, now that We’re here?”
Mazzeo slams car door, 8:26 am.
8:35 am: Intense heart hit on left side. Slammed some shields shut over my head. Better now.
It appears the Mazzeo men would like me to suffer a heart attack or two, just for their criminal assassin pleasure.
Shoulder hits on shielding, 8:37 am.
Just posted, made visible (public) on Bitchute, at 10:17 am on 3/17/2025:
RdNote-March142025-Reporting Radio Neuro Crime on Cat, Animals, Self, Police Defamation of Writer & Journalist, https://www.bitchute.com/video/H3yapkz4ukFk/ –My testimonial, to be separately reported and added to soon.
We are not Mentally Ill, and Physicians, Police, Psychiatrists, and Emergency Medical Services are committing Massive Massive political crimes here, while they grab people for Terror Brain Ops and Brain Experiments, supposedly for the Special Access, Controlled Access world–which cannot be classified to commit Crime, as it currently is: Sorry, all Illegal, Unlawful, Inhumane, Unethical: Torture, Murder, Defamation and Slander, and Disappearance of One’s Name and Life are Massive Massive Crimes! Anyone want to dispute this with me? Please email me and send me a link to your Radio Show or Broadcasting Channel, on any large Mass Media Platform–especially if you are run by Zionists, Communists, or other Terrorists–and I will be glad to join you on-air to Educate you dears, on what Crime is. {Yes I am expecting Notice from the Bespectacled Ones at CNN, ABC, CBS, NBC, NPR, PBS now.}
Note, at 10:10 to 10:15 am and in fact for about 20 minutes prior as I sought o post this on Bitchute, despite being under Reflectix and sheet metal covered with Reflectix, I was jerk-shocked at the head, hands, feet, legs: scalar radar? Hitting nerves on these body parts, and on reflexes and on motor cortex, accessed anyway? When the Mazzeos drive off and come back they usually come back with added weaponry loaded in their car. That is my suspicion here, they came back with more scalar radar generators, to blast-shock me inside my shielded cave on my bed, inside my home, my private home, because “they will not be stopped”! They will not be stopped by any female journalist exposing their massive massive crimes here? No, they WILL BE STOPPED. If not this moment, yes, they will–the Moment will come: these people are Terrorists, they have Terror Weapons, they are planted in our neighborhoods, and they are protected by the olice. 10:49 am now and a Mazzeo beeps the car horn after sending me mega hits on top of my head where I have stuck the Reflectix Roll now. This Writer and Journalist will not be responding to Covert Comms from Terrorists!
Loud hits on ceiling, 10:50 am.
When I rose and went to the bathroom after posting on Bitchute this morning (I had forgotten to click the right Make-Visible button then) a smell of Skunk greeted me from the vent. Yes, the criminals are able to access our vents and send nasty smells in. And I think we all know what Skunk is: CIA, and why do they need to advertise themselves? Do they think I am going to be Dead soon and none of what I write or say will matter anyway? What I write and say Does Matter! –10:52 am.
1:13 pm: Downstairs for a while, picking up groceries from the porch left there by Stop N’ Shop after my pre-order last night–when anything I particularly wanted was quickly disappeared online by the Starsiak tenants and Mazzeos, loud crashes from their houses attendant, thereby attenuating my purchases and shrinking the grocery Bill, no doubt an unwelcome manuever for the Grocery itself–a black SUV zoomed up the hill first then down the hill then back up and down again until only the sound of Zooming was left. Mad terrorist action no doubt by the QPD-CIA, who are wedded at the hip and like to help each other commit Crimes. Mostly on my body, with RF weaponry–but on lots of other people’s bodies too, in Calmative-operational Quincy, where self-driving cars and fancy hovercraft make their debut, as do a whole bunch of as-yet-unrecognized CIA-Smart-Asset Clones. Now you see them now you don’t is what they want for the rest of us, Eternal Gaslighting–so hey, come on down to Quincy when you want to be Psy Opped out of your Mind! QPD will oblige, and the Mayor too: he has now been “resident” for precisely a 100 years, and I hear they call them Vampires in Transylvania! That may well be where the “Kochs” originated, but I will have to Investigate Further. Perhaps it was Bohemia really? Oh I don’t know. So confusing, keeping all those Germans straight–they are of course Not Straight at all, here in Crooked Quincy!
Taps on the shielding from the Mazzeos, the desperate ones. 1:20 pm.
Oh yes, a smell of skunk was also sprayed at me when I went out to the birdfeeder around 1. Mazzeos or Limings? Mazzeos I think. They could See Me Better.
The smell of mold at the sink however was sprayed in by the Limings I think, they’re closer. Same time, pretty much. They are the ones responsible for defacing the sink and destroying the dishwasher–and oven and furnace and waste disposal–so really they should be here, doing my dishes. But oh no. far more fun to spray unhealthy mold and fungus in through the vents instead!
Part 3, Excerpts from Logs, recently
So, Part 3, where I ponder Public Safety as I am being blast hit all over with RF, yet another day in the Slave Mines of Quincy where the Germans, Italians, Irish, English, Khazarians, Israeli, Chinese (mostly Men) are desperately trying to get yet another Indian Woman’s brain:
3:41 pm–A minute ago, loud Mazzeo door slams and car honk: UNNATURAL AND ABNORMAL, clear evidence of CRIME. Noise harassment and intention to provoke-that is a Crime of Active Malice. Must have happened at 3:39.
Still March 13, 2025.3:52 pm: Intense jerk at solar plexus and chest area–Mazzeos from shed or car. Shielding. How they get in here when I have so much shielding I do not know.
Gaps in shielding I guess.Maybe headhit too–just pulled fold shield back up.
I can hear them creeping about in the driveway and talking to one another.
Imagine, a beautiful spring day and I cannot go out, cannot garden, cannot go for a walk. I cannot even go downstairs without fear of nose hits and sinus and runny nose from RF HPM instantly.
They are vandals, thieves, burglars, body-hitters and brain-hitters, brain-heterodyners, brain-modifiers. They think they can keep sitting here and attacking me to the death? No. They will have to leave. This is a canned hunt they have set up–and all involved will be stopped since they cannot stop themselves.
4:11 pm: Intense heat all around–I have to move constantly to stop these attacks. Just felt my belly jerk again–4:12 pm. Need to get up but my letter needs writing. 4:13 pm.
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On 3/13/2025 at 3:09 PM, “Ramola D” <ramolad@hushmail.com> wrote:
March 13 2025 still, 12:56 pm
Sheltering under Reflectix as my breath was removed from me downstairs and outside this roll. A drone was here just now and the Mazzeo leapt toward his shed and cracked me on the left temple–I scrambled to shield further, heard sounds of loud pulse shots on shield under arm and on the Roll too. Just before Limings had attacked my right temple–both seeking to put me to sleep again.
Their shouts of Fuck and Fucking hell as I shield are indicative of their sad delusional beliefs that my temples are theirs. Nope. Find your own, and blast them to bits please. Mine are off limits to you.
[sharp crack on reflectix above, 12:59 pm]
Woke in fact to sounds of drones from Limings side trying to get into my shielding over my back–lots of cracks and whacks on the pans and plates held there in place by helpful pillowcases and backs.
Hits on head, arms, chest as I woke. Bladder hit by Starsiak crew as I went to the loo.
Outside feeding birds by the feeder intense heart congestion from Limings and Mergels’ yards. When I raked so the bugleweed could find sun, intense heart hits from Mazzeo shed almost making my heart jump. I had to get away from that spot immediately not being able to rake fully.
I also heard the Liming woman dart about amd make loud noises in her side yard, did not see her.
But in front when I stepped out a light plane flew across–AF plane sorry–and a Murphy stand-in ran and leapt into his GMC truck like suv. and sat there, as if waiting or watching–and he has done this many times before as also the black pickup truck man, they live here 24/7 and take turns doing “monitoring” things as if to tell me they are watching me and as if they are on duty to run Public Safety protocols on the blazing terrorist here inflicted with labels QPD-gifted, yes, QPD and FBI-gifted is the correct way to think of those labels and to publish that reference. FBI-AdamsMontessori gave me the First Labels in 2013, QPD and Brewster gave me the second Label in 2022, April, and QPD and QDC and Brewster and Midwest gave me the third Label in December 2022: so the Police and FBI like the KGB have targeted, attacked, and captured, procured and trafficked the Writer, Author,Journalist to Label her thrice or four times, creating a LABEL HISTORY OF CRIME. DMH certainly knows that and yet will not remove the labels, will not write back to me, will not recognize my letters: Great, I have invalidated these labels myself, I have Noticed United Health as well, which will receive additional notices soon. NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO FALSELY LABEL THIS JOURNALIST. Clearly the Writing of this writer was cravenly lusted for by the Criminals employing Police and FBI to procure this writer’s head for them–and this writer’s head cannot be procured. False labels do not mean one’s head is theirs. But they ARE false labels, and I will continue to address them publicly until every single one of these people who created them removes them, and APOLOGIZES.
Yesterday it was helicopters and one flew across the yard when I woke, one small plane flew the other way from Beale and Hancock over the yard at a diagonal opp direction to usual flight and through the tall maple toward Milton and Boston.
At the back yard this morning as I stepped out an Air Force plane flew across–could hear it did not see it, plus cell phone not fixed yet…
But the most important thing that happened outside this morning was the extreme heart congestion and almost heart turnover hits I received from the Mazzeo shed and from the Liming and Mergel backyards, the shed one when I was raking up the dead leaves from the bugleweed already green with new leaves and the Backyards one when I was adjusting the fence slats and checking the birdfeeder. I felt as if they were trying to kill me. “You are dead” whispered by the Limings in the dining room and outside may be connected. Guess the CIA got the message–and there can be no other one: for if I do not speak I will just be tortured and killed, is what they have told me and shown me: the Mazzeos, Starsiak tenants and Limings continuing to be here–and the Murphy stand -ins and the Mergels and the Morans and the Ruane tenants, and all the rest here–tells me that, quite clearly. They want my brain-which they cannot want. They are attacking my brain–which they cannot do. they are beating my body up night and day–also which they cannot do–but which they are getting away with because the weapons are not seen–but they are measurable and all of us need meters today and apps and spectrum analyzers, to flush out these criminals. Yes it is criminal. What QPD is doing is criminal. What CFC is doing is criminal. What BRIC is doing is criminal. What Boston Police and FBI are doing is criminal. Go call your lawyers. I won’t be stopping. The CIA the FBI the DARPA the DOD are committing mega crimes against me and so is QPD. Contractors or not, you’re all culpable. Yes, individually, each of you, Each of you, nameable. This WILL BE PUBLIC–as it already is. You cannot take my life away and you cannot take my brain–nor can you beat me to death daily, all over my body, ALL OVER MY BODY, EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY. 1:29 pm.
Extreme heat on my upper back and neck just now, despite all sorts of shielding behind me–how and why? Because INFRARED, RF HPM, THROUGH-WALL, and Nonstop talking by the Mazzeos, sitting on their beds and couches nonstop, every one of the hive there, STALKING.
Not to mention Kimberly Johnson and Fatass of the Black Pickup truck who had to park in front of our house the whole day and night to “PROVOKE” me–sits right across in their upstairs stairwell window and blasts and hits my back and vibrates the bed. QDC criminals. No amount of bullshitting about their employ as QDC Police and QPD Police can take away the fact that these actions of directing energy weaponry at others through-wall is criminal.
Behind me, vibrations. Heat at my neck. Sense of anger rising. Chakra hacking going on, despite my shielding. Guess I have to move.
Ok moved a bit. looks like they used scalar weapons to link with the UCPAI–UnConsented-to Private Abuse Implant–not Public Safety implant dears, I’m not a BULL–unlawfully placed or placed to self-assemble via syringe shooting of nano–at my back.
PUBLIC SAFETY is a MAJOR FUCKING LIE and it needs to be TORN DOWN.
You cannot claim Public Safety and implant people with devices for Torture. Vibration through wall on a woman’s body is Torture. Touch through wall on a woman’s body of anything: and in this case, radar, microwave, millimeter wave, electricity is Torture. QPD, like BPD and the FBI has consented to torture openly–for many are being tortured in this way. Yes the CIA is doing it, and the DARPA is doing it, and all branches of the Armed Forces. But how is the Police doing it as well?
Fatass supposedly is sitting here doing some kind of “COMMUNITY MONITORING”: “It wasn’t bad but it’s just not working out” “”Yes–well we’ll come and take her out tomorrow morning”–Right. The BULL needs to be “taken out” because Fatass simply can’t handle the wild feral behavior here. So what is this program? Program of Assertive Community Treatment? Or something more? Something new, to layer onto that? For that’s its base. No it can’t be secret. It’s a Police Program and Police cannot run secretive ops openly with their squad cars. There’s plenty secret in their hiding of the weapons in vehicles and equipment. But their physical presence on this street on my porch and yard–forever forbidden to them, I am PRIVATE and neither the Mazzeos nor the clones can “call the police” to my yard–
Screeching car Mazzeo slams door and drives down a bit–can’t get into my UCPAI and is either running away or positioning for more. While he drives, steady hits on that spot continue–meaning: Fatass and Kim.
1:44 pm now.
RNM on the nerves of my back. Left side. 1:45 pm.
I am breathing better today.
Just felt access at top of my head and pulled the fold shield up. Yesterday recording my ire at fence panels being taken down I think I was accessed at top of my head and MkMK energy sent to the crown. I could feel myself stopped and being spun backwards and why was I sounding that way precisely, repeating myself from the day before–I moved and the link broke and I realized I had nothing much more to say then and closed off slowly. Yes so it tells me they either have a police drone over my head or a device in the attic or are just able to access my top of head from their attic–well sorry MAZZEOS and CIA are not going to be allowed to touch my head at any time whatsoever.
I will have to shield better when I record anything. 1:48 pm.
Vulva opening 1:52 pm Mazzeos–maybe the new short blonde stand-in for Samantha Mazzeo with her straw doll strapped to her bosom? I did see her again this morning, with dog in tow. New curly dog and no woman with a baby walks about like that, unkempt.
Or just a male Mazzeo–and that woman parked there for show–Oh we have Women here now, we can open her vulva anytime we want, her bladder, anything, because we have a Woman here too, she has the same parts, and she knows how to do it, yes she is doing that part, we let her do it, yes, we need to find her cervix, or we need to make her leak, or we need to stick our fingers inside her through-wall and we let our Woman do it, because we have an implant there, yes “Public Safety” tracking, yes, military you know, we are quite thorough that way, full spectrum dominance and she knows it too she says she is a journalist, what the military says goes forever and we are definitely inside women’s vaginas and cervixes now, why it’s been going on a long long time, women have to be subjugated and enslaved that’s just how it is, yes we are from Israel and women have no rights there, we are planning to remove their breasts soon and stick them on men. {Limpid blonde beard smile} 1:57 pm.
Not to say we don’t respect them or anything we need their brains first and then there’s this thing of gender they cannot have anything apart from us–yes we are Men here and we need Submission and Compliance, yes it’s in the language, why not in the military–look something they don’t tell you till you reach the dirt ops is the world is full-on military now and women are going to be crushed. Little girls too, yes. We are aiming at them, mothers first. 2:08 pm
Nonstop clatter at my back, projected sounds on the humidifier and some kind of plane starting up then stopping a little earlier–maybe it clashed in mid air with Delta Airlines…a drone, and Delta…..2:08 pm
Clatter on back as hit sounds–2:53 pm. Nonstop worrying with radar of my back in efforts to get in.
Skies filed with chem trails. I saw snow on the back deck at 2:15 am in the night, then this morning illuminati style chem trails both sides back and front–dissipating to curdy, steamy fibrous white–nano wires it looks like.
My opening query to Karan Macy’s letter from the USAF FOIA office was just clean wiped from the page on Protonmail just now as I sought to write back. Then a sound of a truck outside. I think the Mazzeos did it though–and no need to tell me people want me dead–as circle ops just tried–the CIA wants my brain, a hubristic want–they can’t have it. Nor can DARPA or Israel or the Khazarian Mafia operating out of Israel and the CIA.
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On 3/13/2025 at 3:29 AM, “Ramola D” <ramolad@hushmail.com> wrote:
4:44 pm: Mazzeo hopping about outside and trying to send signals to left upper arm. Making noises.
4:51 pm: Hard loud pulse shots at my nose–RF HPM from Mazzeo side, with inability to breathe instant. Writing the Notice post their crimes today.
6:22 pm: Intense 5g pulse shot attack at nose from Mazzeo shed for past hour–guess they don’t want me to BREATHE. Struggling to shield and breathe.
Shielding better, 6:27 pm. Found some copper. Using the mylar blanket.
3/12/2025
12:26 am, 3/13/2025
Not sure how we crossed Midnight here but here we are. Just had dinner downstairs, shielding my nose and liver alternately from the hard pulse shots from the Limings, Mazzeos and Starsiak truck parked outside as well as Blondie in her house–they have upstairs and downstairs covered there, and houses down the street plus that transmitter on the Mazzeo porch roof which I recorded today sending about 8.5 to 8.8 milliGauss–if that app is to be believed. I need to get the Spectrum Analyzer up and running.
I worked out a bit as well this evening, on the exercise bike and rowing machine. Using a shield over my nose for both, holding up a shield on the bike. Hit sharply on the liver on the right from the Mazzeos as I biked, facing Pine Street, from the doorway into the dining-room.
At about 8:40 pm, I went downstairs and was RF pulseshot hit viciously in the left ankle on the third step and the right ankle on the second step as I descended, from the Mazzeo house, main floor. I looked and their lights were on. A whole gang of Kibbutz mafia, with the lean scrawny one in blond hair and a red beard deliberately looking up at me [earlier] as I stood in the window looking out, stroking the middle of his forehead over his nose? Was he telling me in his Talmudic way that’s where they were hitting me now? The thought just strikes me. I guess I’ll have to shield there. Now the thought also crossed my mind then in the morning: how did he know I was there, to look up? But he has MILLIMETER WAVE INTRUSION on me and our house. He is able to use INFRARED. He has a 100 implants on my body to send signals to. GPS tracking of several of these as well as my cell phone tells him just where I am at all times. PLUS (sound of zoomer going down just now, 12:37 am, as I pull shielding down to stop RF on my right cheek from Mazzeo side) he has BCI-CBI real-time input right in his left ear and right ear and back of his head: yes I think these guys are implanted voluntarily with BCI Tech and they are on these BCI networks or they have acoustic neurotech in their ear or both and they get the info directly from brain decoders on the BCI-CBI computers or on the walls–have these assholes stuck brain decoders on the walls of our house? Well they better remove them for I’m going to get a studfinder and walk around the house shortly. WE NEED A FENCE to keep these brain thieves out.
It is 3:07 am now and I’ve been listening to some music–just realized Winner Takes it All is a horrible song and Natasha St Pier was being manipulated–to sing it that way, so weirdly not belting it out–but the lyrics are crap the message is crap.
At 2:40 am my thumb–right thumb was moved, lifted slightly. I grabbed the steel colander and stuck it on my head realizing the motor cortex was being accessed by the dirty Mazzeo men in that attic room behind and above and diagonal from here. Immediately at 2:44 am itch frequencies on my scalp irresistible itch frequencies, meaning the asshole was spraying me with scalp itch frequencies so I would have to open the colander and scratch my scalp–this is SLAVERY. This man wants clear access to my motor cortex so he can fuck with it and my hands and therefore just blasts me with microwaves on top of my head! Insanity. This man is a brain-assassin criminal–he and his pals there, for it’s a troupe-and he needs EVICTION.
At 2:20 am I was downstairs looking out the window having heard something plus being slammed on my back continuously on the plate and Reflectix with loud hard thumps–was it this car or the Mazzeos? I saw the long low brown car which I had seen pull out earlier from the Mergel house and it slowly moved into the street pointed at my window where I had the curtains pulled aside and was openly gaping and then he went up the hill. I will presume it’s a male, it’s CIA and what–a minion? or a non-minion? At that time? He’s on a Shift! His job is to course the streets, looking for my head! Nonstop, checking for my head and my BACK, the “public safety” Klein-Walker implant unlawfully placed on my back by the South shore fiends. Failing to find it, sending LRADS or getting Mazzeo men to do so. Then more block driving. So he is CIA-Police working in “Public Safety”–and why at 2 am? Nonstop 24/7 access and assault of the writer and journalist while calling her a public safety risk, demented, delusional, schizoid et al to who? to DMH to DCF to CFC BRIC DHS DOD FBI who started the bullshit in the first place–a circular gossiping with lies. To themselves.
Nose hits throughout and inability to breathe. Bladder accessed by Limings several times. Voice, chakras, face, nose, forehead, all hit.
Massive hits on my back whole evening again. Phone crashed out by the Limings. Cervix hits again and now–shielding. 3:25 am.
There is NO CONSENT from me to anyone and everyone doing this to me and to others. These crimes of remote access and radio battery Must be stopped.
Also phone was slammed fully drained of battery I could not get it to work. Must try again later. 3:29 am 3/23/3025
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Scintillant, is it not? Looking through this just now, cursor completely frozen out, over and over and over: CYBER SLAVERY–these men are not “looking at your processes” they are working on CYBER FRUSTRATION and CYBER SLAVERY, they are craven, obscene criminals, and the CIA and the Mossad and the IDF, DHS, FBI, QPD have another think coming if they think they can get away with this. Their intent here appears to be to make me beyond-insane with rage, then throw my computer about, then tear out my hair, then implode…or explode–they do the same thing over day after day and in fact rush to their cars and bang car doors, honk horns while this is happening as if to say: Please target me! The Starsiak tenant woman put a big Target board in her window once, directly across from us and I have at several times seen people further down the street deliberately lift up a Target bag so as to be more fully seen: after targeting me nonstop for their criminal harassment, they pretend they are the Victims here, but they can’t Get There until I supposedly “Target Them”!!!! Insanity, and I wonder if they ever get their IQs checked? The people running these projects–police projects, CIA cover story projects–seem to have all Lost Their Minds.–7:10 pm, March 17, 2025.Part 3 of 3.
