Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | March 31, 2025, 1:52 pm, Added to, 6:37 pm, along with FOIA Request text; Video report added, 12:39 am, 4/1/2025
Reporting, from my print logs this morning. The intended attack occurred at 11:45 am, yes, I escaped because I saw this car and went inside immediately. It’s hard to know what to say exactly, in face of such obvious criminality, but I am reporting these things as they occur now, and I must also state here that every single Boston area physician, psychiatrist, hospital, and medical service is hereby advised you will be named complicit if you ever, ever take part in any police- or CIA-run heist like this to capture my physical living body or/and brain, which will and can only be run, I suspect, with the unlawful use of Neuro Drugs to knock me out and literally arrest me, but using an instant ambulance to do so, to hide the enormity of this crime. — Ramola D, 1:51 pm, 3/31/2025
On 3/31/2025 at 12:58 PM, “Ramola D” ramolad@hushmail.com wrote:
12:01 pm:
Reporting here, heart still beating, still breathless, I was in the side yard cleaning leaves again this morning, moving the hose to water the sad burned leaves of the rhododendron in front--clearly burned from directly opposite, from the QDC/QPD parties living opposite, using Radio Frequency weapons on me night and day, burned in a kind of threefold way from the top, possibly from their upstairs where the Black Pickup Truck man seems to live now, and also on both sides further down--when I saw on the street further down a large SUV, the silver and grey grille in front, and on the sides the same white and lavender-grey lettering of the Quincy Police car witnessed on March 20, 2025, at 5:45 pm slamming down to park at the Liming house, causing me to pause and wonder briefly what a car was doing in the middle of the road like that when its colors--and Police lettering--impacted on my awareness as simultaneously I witnessed it creeping forward, yes CREEPING--this was clearly a Police car intending to attack me once again as on March 20. I dropped the hose and ran back down the drive to the sideyard, closing and locking the gate, my hands shaking, reaching out also to twist closed the faucet outside which I had switched on a few minutes ago, running back inside, abandoning all my plans to work a little more in the garden to get a few things done for springcleaning and helping the garden perennials come up, and bulbs too.
I went up to the front window and looked out, I could not see this police car and wondered how he had disappeared. Well if he could creep along like that I suppose he could creep past as well--he might have slid past as I locked the gate and closed the tap shut or he might have reversed or u-turned or slid into some nearby drive. I stood for a few minutes watching and witnessed a small grey sedan fly up Pine, looking like FBI, then a small Navy-blue sedan fly down Pine, then a girl in blackish blue on top and brightish blue pants walking an all-white dog come by and get into the house next to the blue one at the corner--145-143 Pine where I have witnessed changing people go in and out and park and RF-hit from. Then a tan car came by and pulled in and a couple carrying stuff got out and went into the closed porch of that same house. I think a tan car had also gone up Pine before. Army-CIA colors. Prior, while I was on the porch, in front and in the sideyard two fusioncenter trucks had passed, one down, royal blue, and one up, window open, man in dark blue and truck dark blue with a Title IV American war flag painted on the side: US Navy I am supposed to think? Whatever. It is clear these are fusion center contractors, now behaving like they own Quincy and Pine Street, charging up and down as if on patrol.
And that entire QPD car creeping up tells me these criminals are keen to ABDUCT me once again, straight off my own front yard and drive. This is so blatantly criminal and evil in intent I can hardly believe it.
But I did not imagine it, and had I not looked up through the screen of cypress and yew and rhododendron and witnessed that large police car creeping along--which I did not expect at all, not after my reportage and FOIA-requesting of the last few days--I would have missed that police car creeping along and stepped out to water the plants and been more vulnerable to the capture-tactics of that coterie running that creeping car project there. I would of course have seen him and left, it would just have been harder.
Perhaps they'll take my Eyes out next, having read that in real-time for they have a Full Spectrum Sneak on me don't they, reading what I write, brain de-coding what I say in my thoughts--I must learn again to think without saying, without speaking a word in my mind, a hard thing for a writer to do. And I AM a writer, and that apparently -- I am being led to believe--is why they MUST have my brain? No that's bullshit. We are all writers in fact, all of us who are educated. Not all of us are fiction writers or poets or memoirists or journalists, but we are all writers. So while I do think they have attacked a superior writer here, they have not attacked the one lone writer in the world. Their interest in me transcends or operates outside the Law. There is no Law permitting Quincy Police or the CIA to capture me on my front yard. Their MO would surely be to "knock me unconscious" stat with a syringe and Scopolamine or similar in it as Ryan Whidden or one of the other Brewster staff did on December 20, 2022 at the QDC and as multiple criminals did at South Shore Hospital Weymouth on December 20, 2022 a little later, freely knocking me out to implant me, strap me down on their operating tables and freely quantum-dotting my entire spine, freely sticking a Klein-Walker implant on my back, perhaps two, freely sticking nanobiosensors on my feet, on the soles of my feet so the Fatass next door running his Pickup Antics could sit in his bed or couch and vibrate me to near death through my feet, vibrate my spine three times to almost-death--almost flatlining me then, 3 occasions I remember very well and must write more about, 3 occasions where my soul and spirit were attempted-knocked out of me, through that sort of intense vibration--DARPA occult I had thought then, thinking someone was parked on the street with a giant generator of some kind--but they are using nSEP now, it is public-domain even, and this man could have done it from directly opposite, for the room I was sleeping in is directly opposite that house; I am not sure if I have fully described these 3 occasions, I have indeed kept logs, but 2 of my notebooks maybe 3 have been stolen from this house when the Paul-clones and non-clones were here.
If the CIA-Army-Navy-DIA-military police-local police were so keen to keep their horrible weapons secret, and their horrible use of these secret, why use them on a Writer?
But they successfully DRUGGED me in 2022 and 2023--esp. 2023, when many many crimes were committed including frequent Neuro Strikes--which is how everything has been delayed, I have been unable to fully address the South Shore and Bournewood crime spree. But I have started to now, and they have revealed their Black Hand again, with their intention or desire to grab me again for yet another crazy hospital Crime Spree--yes ANYONE would find this unbelievable.
But thank God I have found out now. Clearly the continued presence of these changing Mazzeos and Limings and jokers opposite--although they seem more set, yet I think it is Blondie 2 I saw yesterday, in multiple colors: a US Mint green cap, a coral orange coat, mauve scarf, something dark below, getting in her car when the Stop and Shop man came around 10:30 or so--and I first saw the Murphy stand in man get out of his minivan or large grey suv parked in the Murphy drive, honk 3 times, and then the young African-American man came carrying those bags from in front of the Liming house where he was parked and brought them in, talking on his cell phone which he had held up to his left ear. I had been "spotted" by Murphy man--perhaps with the StarChase Pursuit Management system exposed in that Charles Kelly article on police tech, using GIS and GPS--surely developed by C4ISR, operating "National Security" projects, using planes, helis, satellites, drones, and ground installations--perfected over YEARS, while all of us unlawfully implanted have been their guinea pig targets, over and over in multiple military projects, which they now keep renewing as if they can, along with DOJ's projects, ditto: This is CRIMINAL.
I did not set out to become a national security journalist nor a crime-watch journalist--or a journalist in America at all, although I did try, in Arlington, to do some eco-awareness journalism. I ran interviews on-air at a cable television channel, Channel 33 which became Channel 69 later, with national environmental and animal protection organizations, including with a county official once, Jay Fisette, from Arlington County government. I wrote an article for The City Paper on the 10 deer a local businessman wanted to save, Steve Kansteroom, at the Wheaton Regional Park--save from hunters. He wasn't able to save the deer and I wasn't able to publish my story which Michael Morrissey of the City Paper told me he couldn't publish--after he pretty much commissioned it--because how my interest in the story got started was through activism--I was one among many concerned citizens standing at deerhunt protests with PETA and sending a message that deer had their own lives and should not be hunted and killed by men with guns--for literally no reason but target practice. I must have told him that later or it was in the text of my story. I thought then America wasn't advanced enough, that the Washington DC City Paper did not understand that even journalism is inevitably subjective not objective although that is what we are taught in journalism classes. I am a trained journalist and an experienced one, now. I was experienced before I came to America, I freelanced at a rather superior level, and had the privilege of seeing my work in print at two of the most prestigious newspapers in India, in the Indian Express at Madras and the Calcutta Telegraph. The latter was through the aegis of SCARF, the Schizophrenia Research Foundation of India. One day I will find the text of my story and publish it. I will get Delphi Quarterly up and running again.
The reason the Quincy Police car was here today and on March 20 was clearly to capture me for a false Schizophrenia label, forced-medication, and disappearance as a writer and journalist, one who is exposing multiple military crimes. I suppose I should see myself much as Julian Assange was primed to be seen: you expose military atrocities and you will be incarcerated; in my case the route they have taken is Neuro Drugging and they think they can keep aiming at this. It is beyond insane criminal and I am writing these things down so they are Known. I am in the process of letting every psychiatrist who has crossed my path know their "diagnoses" meaning LABELS were and are false and criminal. In the process Quincy Police believes it can grab me again--and shut me down for good with a Schiz Diagnosis. Pathetically criminal and I am sure lawyers know the right word for this.
My husband, a lawyer, has been cloned--and his clones have been used to gaslight me and play Circle Ops games with the so-called neighbors who are CIA-assets and employees themselves--and kept from coming home with my daughter with an unlawful, suspected FBI-CIA threat letter: that is my suspicion. All Crime, and it needs to stop. I am publishing this today, for a reason--to make these matters known, and to ask whoever it is who can intervene to intervene immediately and stop all further enactment of crime on my living body and brain, and all further Quincy Police threat action against me.
As I stood by the window then still looking out I was RF-pulse-hit at the heart from the street, from the QPD house opposite and elsewhere. The Liming house faithfully sends RF pulse hits to heart and face--I could barely breathe as I stepped away. In the morning, at 10:15 am, as I stood in the bathroom this morning upstairs, the spare one, closer to the street, I was blasthit on my right knee from the direction of the Mazzeo house and the front of the street where I noticed the small car parked in front of that 145/143 house. There appeared to be a giant O on the windshield of that car, I could not tell if a plastic Psy Op prop or a hologram, when I looked out later when I was downstairs, before I went out to lay the 3 small rubber leaf stepping stones on the front native-plant strip--they were smaller than I'd thought but they are pretty, recycled rubber, made in India, fittingly.
I shielded my knee upstairs and came down then. At 10:20 am I was blasthit several times on nerves surrounding my right breast, side and back, shoving shielding there after each hit--all around--they all did it--Blondie house, Liming house, Liming shed, Mazzeo house. Clearly orchestrated, and they were attacking my right side. This happened as I was moving through the house, standing by the front window then moving back to make coffee, get some bread ready for the birds.
I had quite some headgear on as I stepped out to put those leaves down and clean the leaves on the side. A hat and a balaclava, with shielding inside, to prevent the facial nanotech sprays I have gotten yesterday from the Liming house. Perhaps the Limings called the police. They are the closest to our drive. This is a conspiracy, and I am recording these things in attempts to save my life. 12:57 pm, March 31 2025
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Ramola D
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--Edmond JabesOn 3/31/2025 at 6:34 PM, “Ramola D” ramolad@hushmail.com wrote:
4:41 pm: A young girl with dark hair is playing a solitary game of basketball in the Mergels' backyard which has a swimming pool, where they've installed this hoop now. I saw her a minute ago from the bathroom as I looked out onto juncos in the Northeast cherry in our yard and felt a sharp spike of RF pulse-hit on my right ribs, behind my chest. I adjusted shielding to protect myself there and wondered who was knocking that basketball around. Well I have never seen this kid here before but the Mergel house, like the Starsiak house, and that blue house 145/143 Pine have all become staging-CIA-Psyops-FrameOps ground now, and they [very sharp hit, left calf, low, from Mazzeo car I suspect where a Mazzeo leapt out a few minutes ago to lodge himself, perhaps in assent, 4:44 pm) all seem to think this is some kind of Area 51 Black Ops Ground here now, where minute after minute staged Ops are being played out; obviously, with differently appearing people here, it becomes obvious. But the same people also hang out for a long time and run these Ops--which is evidence of long-term contract there, for the enactment of criminal framing ops in addition to other secret and stealth RF-pulsehit ops.
The back of my head was just accessed, left low back: 4:46 pm.So that house, the Mergel house, has its shed parked diagonal to where I sit now, back to Norfolk, facing Pine, and I suspect that kid was parked there to run tracking maneuvers, for they seem to be doing that, [hit on right knee, 4:48 pm, sound of a drone starting up, perhaps that light plane really], and it's entirely possible they have a female kid doing that now that they're running lesbo-lesbo here. She does remind me of my dark-haired niece, who is much older now--I can only hope she's not been cloned too and this is not a clone of hers. Since this block on Pine seems to be surfacing clones…might entirely be the case. In which case I suppose I should go peer at her again--but I have no glasses and can't see very well!
Well I grabbed my older glasses (broken) and went and looked again--4:52 pm and this one seems much pinker and plainer, not my niece's clone. She also did some funny runny maneuvers though, possibly adjusting a camera in the bushes--teenagers? No, planted opsters, even adolescents is my conclusion.
Anyway, to resume: around 2:15 pm I was downstairs to get some lunch, and of course, instant arrival of SUVs trucks and vans occurred. First a Chevy Traverse pulled up at the QPD house opposite and a new woman with gingery-orange hair emerged and went into the house. Never seen here before. A little later I noticed a silvery SUV had pulled up in front of the Ruane house, and a woman appeared to be sitting in the front, watching our house. I wondered if this was another police car but in a minute had my answer. A woman in a long cream sweater and dark hair ponytailed emerged, on the phone, going up to the closed porch of that house and re-emerging carrying something, perhaps a piece of paper in her hand. Around her neck was a large name tag in all blue, that soft medical blue being used to denote Hospital and Medical Tyranny, Despotism, and Crime. This woman may therefore be a "Behavioral Health" or "Mental Health" policewoman--the RNs, the LSWs, the CNPs are all acting like Police now here in Mad Mass, and she was clearly watching our house for any emergence of me; why? Because "on the ground", this entire lot of conspiratorial CIA-Police-Medical criminals is continuing to maintain their Lying Ops regarding the train of False Psych Labels they themselves attached in the past to my name, and are running with that notion of that form of my name still being in Maritime, which it's not--in other words, they are maintaining their old lies, and running new lies. In "plausible deniability"--for that's a whole other house there, across the street: a whole other CIA-Special Access-hangout-house, say. There is a big problem here, but I think what is really happening is the CIA-local police bureau-Psych and Doc conspirators are sending me a message here: They are acting criminally, and they are not going to stop acting criminally. Under cover of Labels and "Behavioral Health"--and lies from the planted mercenaries around here. Was she "South Shore Aspire" I wonder? For those are the people in the Mental Health wing of South Shore Hospital I am yet to write to.
In other words, they are confirming for me my suppositions here. Were I knocked out and dragged off in an ambulance--by any one of these suspicious visitors to our street, or anyone at all--I would have no say in "being transported by ambulance" or "being admitted" or "being hospitalized" or being framed as "being in crisis" or "in psychosis" or "in danger of harm to self and others"--very sharp hit on the basting pan on my lap holding my laptop, and sounds of cans being moved by Mazzeos next door, perhaps affirming, 5:09 pm)--which is what happened to me or really, what was done to me by Brewster Ambulance staff on the premises of the Quincy District Court on December 20th, 2022, and accomplished by them and by South Shore Emergency Department, Weymouth staff at that hospital as well.
Curiously, not long after, as I moved again from the sink to the front window, I was RF-hit in my left eye and noticed the silver fusion center truck had parked in front of the Ruanes. I wondered if the man I have seen driving it was sitting in front inside that truck, sending RF-hits from there. A moment later I saw a small boy come around the back of the truck onto the road in a dark green shirt, on a scootee. He had ginger chestnut hair and seemed to be grinning. Is it possible this kid is holding a device and RF-hitting? I don't know and I am not saying this precisely. It is possible the older driver was sitting there, RF-hitting--for the entire Police, MSP, and fusion center force seems to think it is ok now to drive these trucks about, park them here and there, and RF-pulsehit from inside, just about anytime. As part of all their many contracts, including DHS contracts for "Targeted Violence Prevention"--something else to cover. Which I've only recently found, and need to explore and report on further.
One more thing to report. A little before I came up here, a Mazzeo drove up and glancing out, I witnessed another one--a pinkish guy with gingerchestnut to his beard and hair, not dissimilar to the colors witnessed on the little boy and today's Chevy Traverse woman's head--a new crop of Russian visitors? This one carried golf clubs in--another Mazzeo, blue and silver golf clubs and bag I think--different from the small redbearded man I had seen carrying golf clubs in on Saturday I think it was: I did log it. That day I also saw a red bearded man at around 9, very small, bringing a pizza in. [I am 5 3 and small myself, so no doubt others could describe me as small too; but as I've reported earlier, what is happening here is we have a whole batch of changing-out men running DEW-assault ops and Brain-Thieving and Brain-Striking ops against me, small redbearded and gingerbearded and blondbearded men, all hiving and changing out over here--as I've published in photograph previously--apparently to steal the Brain of a woman from another country--a pulse prick hit on left index finger while I hear Mazzeos behind me in their shed, 5:21 pm, and as the thought strikes me this is cutting-edge reportage and we are all tense and in tension here [hit on right knee, nsep, or bone conductance, from below, Mazzeo car direction, 5:22 pm)--but I either say it or I don't and I am, for these appear to be Death Ops here and I am not dumb, or denuded of all mental awareness, I can see it: and yes I am reporting Extreme Crime. The phone rings downstairs, I can hear it. But I cannot move, I am finishing up here.
RNM on left calf, Mazzeo shed, 5:23 pm or car. Hits on my left hand, a graze of inner radar like Terahertz on nerves across mound and ringfinger, from the car perhaps--I may be being used for "data collection" now that I can't stop the reportage….it was 5:24 then when I first wrote that, it is 5:29 pm now, it was wiped as the page changed over to X--Twitter once.5:30 pm.
Bed being vibrated, sounded shots on shield at my heart, and sound of kids shouting on the street. 5:31 pm.
I have just sent in a FOIA request to the Office of the City Clerk for information on the Quincy Police car visit--they cannot keep targeting and attacking me in this fashion! The Limings, Mazzeos, whoever it was, clearly are lying and calling them up on lies. They are making it such that I cannot go outside for 5 minutes to clean my own yard and put my own leaves away, I cannot do my trash and recycles now, under threat of this constant calling-the-police? This is insane, and it has to stop. 6:27 pm.
Ramola D
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