Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | April 9, 2025, 5:20 pm
Ice in the birdwater again this morning, and ice still in containers on the deck, despite sun and cloud. Strange HAARP-like microbursts of wind blasting the wire screens on the back deck and almost toppling the plant shelving over. Doves though, everywhere, cooing. And finches, talking, in near-Italian.
Posting here my logs for the past couple days and this morning when my brain was almost blasted off into space, when it finally sank into me yes, I am being murdered: by a Police-CIA-FBI operation. In broad daylight, and no one to give a damn. [But the sparrows.]
Private Logs for April 7, 2025:
On 4/8/2025 at 12:16 AM, “Ramola D” ramolad@hushmail.com wrote:
[Sent to self April 8 12:16 am.]
The first para excerpted, from Reporter's Note 60, In Process as I write, now at 9:49 am:[on April 7, 2025]:
8:47 am, April 7, 2025: The sound of planes above cloud-cover as I write, flicker of radar at shielding on my chest, and the incessant pain of this now thrice-attacked kidney injury on my back, shielded. A hen, crying. Loud air horn from a truck nearby. At 8:20 am or perhaps 8:18 or 8:19, I opened the door to pick up the Sunday New York Times I have yet not cancelled--great writing but Lie World...do I prefer the Washington Post? I subscribe online to both. But I may lean on the Boston Globe more and more--for I need to know what is happening here in Massachusetts, however it is slanted; there are good writers and good journalists everywhere, and it is a pity many of them have no idea they are not reporting the Truth. No paper on the metal shelving, at the door, on the top steps, or the front walk: did our erstwhile police parties living opposite steal the paper then? They might have. They've stolen groceries, they've stolen boxes from Amazon, they've stolen all sorts of things along with the Ngoan Chen/Chen Liming pair whose specialty has been stealing planters, bulbs I have actually planted--crocuses, grape hyacinths, freesia, ranunculus, wrested out of our little plot of Earth in front--transplanted sunflowers, zinnias, peonies, and stealing/jumping into our backyard to slash mercilessly at trees and shrubs, leave presents of dead rats here and there: that was last spring, along with the bouts of crazed shouting in mangled English. But as soon as I stepped outside, a black SUV up the hill revved up, waited, then blasted past me down Pine--had been parked at the Mitzen/Mergel house. In the same instant, as I turned away to go back in, the same silver fusion center pickup which had delivered the first major kidney hit last Wednesday charged up Pine and parked outside 153/151 Pine. A threat I could not ignore. I went hastily in and shut the door, pausing for a minute. The man in the truck sat there and kept sitting there. I left, went into the kitchen, continued making coffee, was RF-hit on knees, back, from that direction, that pick-up truck. I left, came upstairs. There appears to be increased interest then in this police party-fusion center crowd in "monitoring" me avidly, or letting me know, apparently "you are being watched": Yes, by avid, parked criminals and planted mercs here, and how is this news? Do we have a situation in Boston and Quincy now where the Police are "running" the entire world? [They're definitely running the Asylum--the actual asylums they introduced me to, at Bournewood in Brookline and South Shore Weymouth, and at Steward Carney in Dorchester.]
9:49 am: Sharp hit on my back, through pillows and shielding--directly from behind: the Starsiak house and trucks? Possibly.
A few things to note here, about yesterday and the day before when I did not keep logs closely, because I was working on news reports, the Conspiracy to Unlawfully Plan to Recapture...one, which I think is important, for myself and for everyone, for it clearly shows what those CAD Incident Reports show: Police lies, and preplanned Police-plus-Planted-Mercenary Crime.
9:52 am: Major howling of sirens possibly on Hancock or Newport--cacophony of sirens--perhaps Fire Engines too--I can't distinguish between the two. Whooping calls now, permitting them to fly down some street, terrorizing all as they fly. No they shouldn't be permitted to do this kind of thing at all! And who is to stop them? EVERYONE. Everyone, speaking up! Quincy is a very small town, and the people here like people everywhere deserve to Live, Not Die. Crazed noise harassment and pushing of people into tense, anxious, stressed states is not what we need, in Quincy.
9:55 am: A blue jay calls closeby for breakfast--I must feed the birds! Simultaneously cavitation radar from the criminals next door--who else could it be--the Mazzeos--draws a hunger growl from my belly. "Behavioral Health"?
More police sirens, and the Mazzeos trying to "train" their "victim" here? "Behaviorally Nudge?" RNM on my right thigh--in assent? From who--Chen Limings or Mazzeos? I am under Reflectix, but not fully, the Chens could have done that.
9:57 am: Blast hit on my back from the Starsiak/Ruane side.
9:58 am: I am upset, reading those CAD Incident Reports--because they reveal I cannot trust them, they have designs on my head and my life, and they have the gall to suggest I must be "reported to the police" when I am outside!! Doing anything! Incredible hubris and crime.
But to resume: yesterday all afternoon it seemed the Starsiak people were attempting something, I heard a lot of kid-yelling on the street and at night while I was writing sharp hits on the house--but I could not move, they had injured me so badly, it was all I could do yesterday to make dinner late to feed myself, to go down now and then for snacks and drinks.
10:01 am: Mazzeos start up car and sit there, leave slowly with whiny sound to brakes.
On Saturday I noticed the large Chevy Traverse was parked in front of our house again, on and off. No ability to take pics, phone camera still not working, laptup full--I need to do some cleanout there.
I was cyberhacked badly all of Sat and Sun as I wrote the Conspiracy article across Friday and Saturday, and fixed it further on Sunday. Cursor disappearing continuously.
No way of calling my 91-year old father since Whats App is no longer on my phone and I can't reinstall it when "Storage" messages block all action with the phone--an iphone.
Being cruelly isolated by the FBI-CIA-DHS, kept from calling my father or brother. My brother has been cloned, I will not let a single man into this house pretending to be him--I have met 2 Reuben clones now, and they were different men. Reuben himself is not them. Reuben himself has been targeted, and it is painful to think of how his life too has been brought down--I can only pray things have improved for him and he is able to engage in ethical pursuit in Science once again, for he is a Scientist, as Melissa is, and they must bring Light to Science, as all scientists and doctors today must.
The ways I was RF-hit the last couple days when I didn't keep close logs were the old ways: bladder weapon hits, private part hits, including a slash across nipples with radar as I stood at sink yesterday evening to wash dishes, jerkshock hits directly at muscle and nerve of leg, neck, head, and brain-cloning hits to induce forced-sounds and breath from my mouth when I lay back against the pillows to rest briefly or near sleep, and this morning before I rose: incessant hits to the flat middle back of my head alerting me to where they're doing it from, that part: a part I have sought to shield better, immediately.
10:13 am: I have also been praying more, and listening to mantras more. I picked up the New Testament twice yesterday and read some from John and Galatians....I am shocked I have forgotten so much; I had a sense of Christ as he was speaking, a very large sense of who He was, he was as he said he was...."I know where I have come from and I know where I am going" "I come from the Father" ...he came from the highest heavens. There are layers and levels and there are many gods and sons of god and daughters of god, there are saints, and Mother Mary is real as is Christ....it was he who showed me then the acorns from this oak in front, in a white robe, seated on those steps in front, and the cypress, growing from its many leaflets, on mountainsides high in mist.
Yesterday morning when my eyes were closed I saw God is still working in the dark and I saw the dark. when did I see the whole earth turned over and in light? Not today, although I looked today and I could see some very large animals, not friendly, faces close to me, and God's light, echinacea light in spiked seedswinglines upward from its seedhead stretching out, over around all over between us.
Yesterday I saw the flowers, incessant, flowerheads, seedheads, moving, light.
Day before yesterday then, Saturday morning I saw the earth jackfruitshaped turned over and all that pale platinumgold light.
Bluejays and cardinals singing...10:21 am.
Incessantly I saw the flicker electric of Godlight move down through the genes, healing, the earth, restoring.
I saw a seed--the whole tree enfolded, infolded inside the seed, the tissue structures--an acorn seed I think, an acorn.
Something pine-cone shaped too.
Everytime I looked or asked I saw the flowerheads everywhere and that very dim light, that light dimmed, as if to reach all down there in the dark.
I danced a few times yesterday. And the day before. I am asking the air and universe for the right dance each time, and the earth, and I dance now as if suddenly pulling up a shamanic past as if I know the dance. Nope I am not channeling, I am not in trance. I ask and then I move. It is prayer.
I danced yesterday morning, in the spare bathroom upstairs, in shiver tremble all around for the evil to leave, now. [I was hit when I went down shortly after, I didn't realize it then--[that my dancing to will them away was related]].
They must have planned it after that dance? No, before.
In the morning earlier yesterday I did see some rather archonic hooded head evil shapes, vague. Then very clearly a very large buffalo or moose slanted as if kicking backwards and someone stepping away [hunched stepping away toward our house, small, short, rounded down] as if planting that shape in the ground, just in front of our house on the curb, by the oak. Didn't know what to make of that. Very quick, a fleeting but definite image, completely black. Evil then? No animal is evil. But animal silhouettes and faces are being used, to project evil.
I danced last night--what did I ask--for their influence all around me to end, for all of them to leave.
God took over the asking I must believe--for the dance that came out, very Eastern, very slight, hands movement and Hawaii, Cambodia, swirling was a prayer for their lives--and their children's lives--the knowledge that all are from God, even those who practice evil, they are of God, and this God-flowing flows through them always and does not judge them in certain ways, giving them space to return to their soul-selves--Yes I recall now, it was soul-self in my prayer, for it became my prayer too, that dance, my prayer is for all to return to their soul-selves, all, every single one--and those who would stop us as well. That is the future--it is dance, song, self-expression--for all.
I personally swore I would never pray for them again, not a single one of them, I would not pray. Yes I saw I was churlish that way--but I cannot step back from the truth of what I feel and nor can anyone else.
Our prayers matter and who we are, praying, matters.
I must not withhold my prayers. But that is a thing I can pray, for all, and that is the message I left for the criminals in that place, Bournewood, on that poster: Be your soul-self. But I was writing for those who are ensouled, who can read and hear. For all. Yet I must conclude those who take up these jobs--and read those Psych texts and think they're Fact when they are Contrivance, Concoction, Fabulation and Confabulation, the RNs and CNPs and LSWs there--they who must be conflicted, they are behaving criminally: instead of speaking their minds, and expressing their thoughts, and ENDING the crime of asylums and psych wards, they are continuing them, and enforcing their crime.
The passage I read in John 3 or 4 was the one about the so-called adultress. It must have been a set-up, she was nothing of the sort and Christ saw through it all. But he did say "I do not judge you" and later the implication God judges though--how could he/she Not! Karma is God and Karma is the Universe--or Cosmos.
I must keep dancing. I did dance for the tornadoes and floods to stop in the South. I must do some dancing for warmth and Spring again. But I have to be so careful to shield. Another hit on shielding on my back as I write, 10:41 am.
It is grey and rainy and I am pretending it is Sunday now for I have more letters to these doctors to write, and the hour is late and I must return to my journalism too....10:42 am.
12:21 pm: Back upstairs after feeding the birds and squirrels and bunny and brunch. Fusion truck still parked there when I went down, has left now. I heard large vehicles pound down Pine. I was blast hit in the face with RF HPM directly at nose from both Chen house and Starsiak house and that truck.
Was RF hit on lower left back of my head and neck--this was right after I went down, strove to shield that area a bit as I went out onto the deck. Very cold and rain stopped but all wet and mucky. 37 degrees Fahrenheit--how strange is that! Plunging back to winter here. My hands felt like they needed gloves and I do recall I picked up ice sheets from the birdwater a few days ago....insanity!
A very odd feeling of something bad in the air.
Something is happening at Water Street--have to check. 12:27 pm
Water Street is closed. I have been hearing Mazzeo sounds in their driveway, hits on shielding from all sides, drone flying up, hits from behind--and have shielded better. Atril fib from that shed aimed at heart is setting chakras vibrating--have shielded a bit there. They are hitting diagonal to my heart from the far right corner of their shed--something parked outside in a Tumi bag and something installed on their roof. They have hit me in this way at my heart for some tine now. Must be nice, to live next door to a famous writer and rig your house and shed up really well to blasthit her heart and head into oblivion. 1:06 pm.
1:28 pm: Massive pulse hit through Reflectix above hitting heart. Continuous pulse hits on scalar radar in fact from above--a police drone? Criminal behavior. I have been heart-vibrated nonstop and hit on thymus gland area--high top of chest--but I am staying safe under Reflectix. Attempts to access my vaginal area continuous. Def attempts to put me in a state of high tension--zooming trucks on street, swishing zoomers--at 1:17 pm a loud motorbike going up Harvard and Squantum and constant traffic sounds now--no they cannot take away from the simple power of clarity in reportage. 1:32 pm.
Have published the article--RN 60--reporting Police Retaliation--now it's CIA Retaliation--instant heart hit from left, spatter of hits on shielding, zoomer down street. Hits at chest on sound shield, fibrillation hits and more. Tired of these people. I need to move. 1:42 pm.
Yes it is 4/7 today in a 9 year and I posted at 1:33 pm. That's a total 9.....Yes you are all LEAVING. Your crimes are being FULLY EXPOSED. 1:44 pm.
A 999. 1:45 pm.
Heater just switched on and by itself and it's suddenly superhot...1:46 pm.
2:00 pm--at 1:58 or 1:59 pm, massive hit on top of my head on shielding there, a jolt I felt on my skull. A sound of a drone or plane prior. Then a series of hits on the basting pan pulled up against my head as I duck down, leaned back on pillows and write. Instant CIA Air Force notice and snarl on my skull....which they think they can get away with calling it labels and lies they can use--irregular warfare and asymmetric warfare: they must be exposed. 2:02 pm.
2:06 pm: Intense electrical hit on my right side at liver and gallbladder, Chen Liming side. Pulled up shield to protect myself. Sound of car zooming down directly after.
2:07 pm: Just heard Mazzeo car door slam-- a new Mazzeo has arrived.
Radar pulse at my heart's ribcage. Sound of tidmouses outside. 2:08 pm.
8:46 pm: Blasthit through shielding on bottom right side of my skull--direction of Chen Limings and that GMC boat on the hill--driven by the Murphy stand-in--and loud LRAD hits from left from the Mazzeo rooms above as I write--are they claiming this hit?
8:47 pm--It's been a strange day on Pine. And I must report 2 more hits. At 6:36 pm I was hit with an intense electric graze on the bottom right side of my skull when I was downstairs by the sink, bending to sweep the floor. I looked outside after rushing to shield this part of my head which didn't have shielding then. I had some rubber on -- a swim cap--and that was all. I put some metal shielding over and went to the window. The black pickup truck was in front of our house, parked a little earlier--in absolute hubris--with clear intent to provoke, harass, threaten, and intimidate: this is the QDC/QPD criminal whose truck is armed and who terrorizes from his truck, in his driveway opposite when I am downstairs in the mornings at sink and counter, reported often. The big GMC truck was also on the hill and the red minivan of the Chens was half pulled out and parked in that driveway. Thinking about it I believe I was hit from the GMC truck--but the Chens could have done it too.
I went upstairs, shielded my head better, brought the cell with the emf detector app to the window. I took readings in both rooms. A drone was in the sky I could hear it--drone or light plane. Entire room blanked with pulsing RF measuring at 900 microtesla or nanotesla on that app--I need a better app, this one is being attacked. But in the past when this has shown 900 or so nanotesla I have been mightily hit at nose and at heart with intense congestion or instant inability to breathe--different frequencies, this measures field. I moved it around and found these very high readings coming from that black truck, all the vehicles parked in front of 153/1 Pine (Kimberly J's black SUV) and in their drive (Chevy traverse there), and from that GMC on the hill and from the front part of the Chen house. as I returned to my work cleaning a bit in the sink and kitchen, wandering to the back occasionally I was also hit on the same spot--through shielding, but held back by shielding--from the Mazzeo shed.
8:57 pm--Was being hit just now continuously for a couple minutes at my left ear as I was writing the above.
To resume--8:58 pm--those were the two main areas I was hit from for I believe I was hit again from the Chen/GMC direction at same spot on right side of skull as well: these are remote-access electrical weapons used as neuroweapons to swipe my skull--the intent being what precisely? A stroke? Total brain damage? How can ANYONE in the USA be permitted to use such weapons on anyone at all? Was their intent to reduce me to a drooling, retarded non-human--like themselves? They are clearly smarting over that article, and think the correct thing to do is more retaliation and more stealth attack--brains in the gutter, moral compass non existent.
Doing the trash I suffered a pulse hit in my pancreas from the Mazzeo house.
Mega hits again just now on right side--I could feel it--they are trying to amp their "resistance" attack and blast on through the metal and Reflectix. Rubber stops such hits, more and more rubber and packed foam needed I think.
Upstairs a little later near 7 pm or just after an intense high frequency sound was sent to my left ear as I stood by the window overlooking the Mazzeo drive, watering plants--I instantly turned away and stayed away from that spot for a while.I thought the hit came from the Limings, that direction, their house. Or that GMC boat.
One more thing to report--around 3:40 or so I came to the front and looked out--there had been much zooming of cars and I thought I saw a police car parked on the hill on the left side, by that blue house or the one next to it. Later I saw a fire engine flashing lights on and staying that way. A Quincy Police car blasted down Pine and disappeared, then another came up Pine. Large SUV--may have been the same one, these with black and white markings not grey as the last 2 I have seen here on March 20th and 30th. Today is April 7th. The fire engine was Engine 9.
It may have been 3:33 when they ran that little maneuver. At about 4 they had gone. I was inside then. I heard another large SUV pound down Pine, seeming to make some odd motorbike sounding sounds as it went by. All afternoon there have been sirens.
Then later that black pickup truck man parked in front again.
I don't know what to make of all this but I must also report that after that fire engine left I saw the woman opposite--the Kimberly J or stand-in--dressed in red and black and a small child also dressed in red and black with lime neon shoes come out of their house downstairs and go into that black SUV and sit there for a few minutes. Then the small black car parked in front of the Ruanes came down the hill and parked there and Kim J left.
So what the criminals are doing is: Arrival-Departure or Vicinity Monitoring on shifts, handing off to each other as they come by to attack me. I was standing up in the art room and was RNM'd on my left knee as Kim J came around and got into her truck. She has no business touching my body through-wall with Radio weaponry. As no one does. The child's Lime Neon shoes with a red shirt do invite attention--so that is deliberate. Do they parade that child around town I wonder and go run after everyone who looks at that Look at Me Lime Neon and arrest them, calling them criminal? This is what this lot are doing here, plying their "Pedo" scam in hopes they can Accuse falsely, then run and get their Brewsters to go get 'em another false Label. "Haldol"'ing and Scopolamining apparently their dearest dream, for their Victims, the ones they want to Lie About Forever so they can Blast Them Forever from right next door, on and on, and no one can do anything about it. This is the nature of Police-CIA-DHS crime today, and it is Inexplicable. 9:18 pm.
Blast hits on both sides on shielding as I write. These people need to go away.
I made onion and potato pakoras today and cleaned a bit and put the trash and recycles out in those cans by the front porch. Braving those hitters, my head shielded. No one leapt out to make themselves visible.
When Chen Liming came out yesterday--Sunday--afternoon after I was dealt that mega second round of kidney hits--or third perhaps, he was dressed in all black. Well so am I, these colors are easy. but there was a day I saw a few of them in all-black, a Mazzeo redbeard, and a man entering the Ruane house also. Aligning themselves with Quincy Police--well we know that already. But the message they want to send seems to be they are police.
Police are not in the right though. Police are not being lawful. "Police" doesn't mean Noble, Virtuous, Ultimate Authority. "Police" currently seems to mean Armed Criminal! Covering for the CIA and all branches of the Military and a bunch of foreign countries testing their equipment here, meaning experimenting on Americans--so how exactly are the Police American? They're not. They seem to be Policy Men working for Blood Money and Benighted Bankers...
And must I say everything I think? I must, I have no one to talk to. Absolutely no one! And these are my private logs, no one should be reading them!
I must also mention I just read a BBC article on Israeli cruelty to Palestinian prisoners of war--barbarism really, and massive human rights crime. Inexplicable, and why are they doing this? To churn up some rightful anger at them they can then call "anti-semitism"? The story is here and I must keep in touch with world news more: https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cn7vje365rno.
9:28 pm.
9:46 pm--Have been feeling snaky radar on my back and been shielding with rubber, twisting about, moving. Just now I slid the small plate on my back over the left part of the shoulder where I suspect the Klein-Walker implant has been placed unlawfully by South Shore which I have suspected is being accessed by the Quincy Police parties next door as "Public Safety" implant--hubris beyond thought. The moment I did that I was very sharply hit on the right side of my brain again. Same Spot. the directions of these hits the black pickup on street in front, and the GMC truck, and the Chen house. So I am right. These are CRIMINAL "Police" sitting opposite and thinking they can get into my left shoulder and use neuroweapon hits on my right brain if I shield that left shoulder. I am in shock. But they have just proved this. This is beyond insane Radio Enslavement and apparently I am in an Israeli prison here.
9:56 pm: Intense hits on thymus gland and front--scalar radar--I am under Reflectix here--and I am feeling sick now. Just put a shield over my front.
At 11:14 pm (it is 11:55 pm now) I was once again hit from behind on back of skull lower right back from behind--Starsiak peole and Chens--and shouts of Stop from the Chen house. I have been using rubber but something had slipped. Reshielded right away.11:57 pm.
12:07 am: Just heard Black Pickup truck slam a car door--clearly that man is leaving his truck and running in--he has been sending ELFs to the bed vibrating it nonstop, apparently trying to get in my pants with radar again--and blasthitting me on the back of my head--yes it must have been him. Sitting right there, in front of our own house [Paul and Sophie's and mine], attacking me with neuroweapons--and he is QDC/QPD: what a major major criminal. And why did he suddenly leave--and the bed not vibrating now although I was graze hit on the left side of my head from the Mazzeos as I wrote the above...he left because they're brain decoding next door and urging me [Acoustic Neurotech IC chips BCI-CBI Microphone-Speaker Machine Intel Wifi Neural-Networks-BrainSpeak:Thoughts Worded-AI, courtesy South Shore NSA-CIA] to go get something to eat at the same time--while I have been thinking the same thought, I need some dinner...so they know I am coming down and they run out of the truck like the major crime bosses they are. This is both Twilight Zone and Godfather it feels like. 12:11 am. (April 8 2025 now.]
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BRAIN DECODING: When they can Read Brains, that’s Brains Thinking Aloud, Your Brain Isn’t Safe Either
Brain decoding–what would have been called Mind Reading a while ago–is something they are doing now, here in Black Ops Ville with smaller and smaller tech: are they nailing SQUIDs and Brain-ELF-Recorders into our walls now, hammering them in [heard on both sides of this house at different times], or perhaps inside their sheds and cars, are they placing these in backpacks on the ground in front of their shed, are they hiding it in window airconditioning units, just 10 feet across from our home?
Did they do a fMRI on me I wonder when they held my body, unconscious, at South Shore Hospital in Weymouth on December 20, 2022 for hours and hours–and who could that be: US Navy or the CIA? They did do a forced EKG on me, one I didn’t ask for. Knocking me out must have been so convenient! Knock her out quick so she can’t talk! All manner of crime can be committed now, quick get a few syringes and nano, broken needles to inject into her arm, nanotech everywhere, BCIs on her head and dog tags for her spine and her heart!
How did they study Brain Decoding? By torturing people I suspect, non-consensually that is, in the A&B ways [Assault & Battery: CRIMES] described in interviews at my channel, over the years, PRIVATE TORTURE AND ABUSE in our neighborhoods, and a lot of BS and Lies about this happening in a Kosher way in Universities–Absolutely NOTHING learned by Neuroscientists, I suspect, has been learned without attacking and abusing primates and humans:
National Institutes of Health (NIH) (.gov)https://www.nih.gov › news-events › nih-research-matters
May 16, 2023 — Researchers developed a system that can decode language based on a person’s brain activity.
Non-Invasive Brain Recordings is a Lie and Non-Consensual Brain Recording is a Crime: Some More Neuroscience Criminals:
Also see: Tang J, LeBel A, Jain S, Huth AG. Semantic reconstruction of continuous language from non-invasive brain recordings. Nat Neurosci. 2023 May;26(5):858-866. doi: 10.1038/s41593-023-01304-9. Epub 2023 May 1. PMID: 37127759; PMCID: PMC11304553. https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/37127759/
Private Logs for April 8, 2025 & some, April 9, 2025 [Today]:
On 4/9/2025 at 4:23 PM, “Ramola D” ramolad@hushmail.com wrote:
[Log made here on & for Tuesday April 8, 2025/sent to self April 9:]
11:39 am: Have just thrown Reflectix over me after my hands were hit with weaponry I suspect from both Chen Liming and Mazzeo sides. Breath frozen out too--I need to check the humidifier. The heater has suddenly come on again. The heater has been incessantly activated from outside with the same kind of projected ELF sound I have heard on the large furnace when it was in operation--for years. This is a methodology the dirtbags from DARPA-CIA-DIA have used incessantly over the past 12 years to put standing waves into the room, on which base they can then float in their radar weapons and radio weapons. Radar is higher frequency and has longer range--it is used in planes and has been for over a century and a half. I must study what radar is because it is more powerful. How does it have such long range and how is it still high frequency? But this is radar tuned to bio-effects, to harming the human body and animal bodies. Military medicine has developed it: subject to research further. But the other thing is scalar radar which is a combo of several generators being used I think.
Last night as I lay down--quite late, past 2 am I think for I was starving and heated soup and buttered a slice of rye and had a glass of Moscato, one of the remaining wines here and watched Gossip Girl for a bit--what a laugh, that Dan Humphries, never seen writing, suddenly becomes a bestseller rave author! That show either shows us lies or tells us the truth of how they actually do it, platform and promote their own, crappy books and writers which is what we see anyway. New York has lost the chance to publish my books--as many others--because they wanted so badly to push the lies of tokenizing and Jewish supremacy in the writing of English...much to unravel there and one day I will write more and speak more about what I think of the New York Publishing industry and the Boston and other publishing industry too.
11:46 am: Just switched off the heater after major funny smell from it and a flash of light on it--white lightning. From the direction of the Mazzeo shed and has been happening for a while, before I used the Reflectix roll over me. I am listening to Karagare Lakshmi, a sort of mysterious mantra which I do not fully understand. More to research....I would like to read the Upanishads.
Anyway, I must report that for the past few minutes before I started writing here and was just starting up the laptop, I could hear a plane above and a hit arrived at my heart at that South Shore RFID tag--all morning there have been planes here as I slept under Reflectix, with RF pulses--loud, sounded arriving all over my body as last night--hence my ruminations here on radar and scalar radar, and RF HPM too and nsEP. So I have something further to report there about this morning. At ten minutes to six this morning I was blast hit--while my head was on the pillow, back to the Chen Liming house side and front facing the Mazzeo house side--blasthit on my lower right side of head, the place they have been hitting all of last night and eve as I reported in the April 7 log.
I scrambled to slide the rubber foam pad properly under my head, adjusted my head. For about two hours--after that moment when I raised my head above Reflectix to look at the time--or perhaps 3, sliding in and out of sleep and dreams, trying hard to protect both the lower back of my head, the middle back of my head, the top of my head with alternations of rubber foam pad, steel underneath, and a pillow with a cake pan over the top of my head and the mylar blanket with Mom's blue cotton sari on it crumpled over to stave off the pulse shots from the Chen Liming side or the Starsiak side or the GMC truck on hill for all I know, I was incessantly, continuously pulse hit on all these parts of my head and on my spine as well where I had placed some shielding in pillowcases. I pulled the larger sheetmetal/Reflectix panel over me, I struggled with one arm to keep shielding my head, moving as I did so and suddenly feeling the pain in my left upper arm--clearly I had been blasthit as I slept partially on it, from below--how could this have happened? I am sleeping on rubber pads on top of steel cookie sheets and Reflectix with foam and yoga mats somewhere here and there and a coverlet on top--in any case I slid a small mini cake pan under my left upper arm where I have been unlawfully and unconsentedly implanted including at South Shore and readjusted myself. Not long after very sharp RF hits sounded on that mini cake pan, over and over, from below--either Chen side or the Starsiak tenant truck man or their house--from below, or long, angled to reach--solid pulse shots exactly as they aimed at me--that was Kimberly J/Blondie then, her side, directly across and this felt the same, that was for months in 2023 after I moved back in here to our master bedroom from the study and from that front spare room where too I had been almost murdered, night after night, morning after morning, by her and her boyfriends in that house--those police weapons were the most intense, the most vicious, the most viciously applied.
Further: I started to feel waves under my head, on the rubber. Some other energy weapon was being used perhaps by Ngoan Chen and her military manic mind and her husband ditto--no clue about human rights apparently or natural rights or all of our rights to live undisturbed, to exist undisturbed, and to pursue the purpose of our lives, undisturbed. Then I heard and felt the PEP shots sent to the underside of that rubber pad under which I had slid a stainless steel vessel lid--an idli vessel lid--it took the hits thankfully and I was not injured: but those were hardcore RF pulses, PEPS really, and I think these PEPs can be both RF HPM and worse--this felt worse--the military, Navy engineers who have developed these weapons have spent long hours in perfecting the creation and delivery of pellets of energy of quite high intensity, blasting through our walls--our drywall, our wood, our shingles, and landing at our bodies and brains: this is completely criminal (I just felt activated radar hit at my last finger on my left hand, 12:04 pm as if in assent from where? Mazzeos probably they are closest--and that should tell me more, that Navy and CIA work together too, Navy doesn't stick to just NSA, they're in the CIA too--again, more research needed on my part as to how they all work together)--obviously criminal because it is through-wall and attacks our bodies, but think of the damage to our houses. There have been times when such ferocious energy pellets have been directed at me in bed, on the bed and on my body--how can they even do this, how can they use such weapons on me? It is extreme crime.
So I was mangled and attacked all over this morning, and my knees too--I lay in bed for a while examining the situation and gave my knees some Reiki before I rose.
Downstairs--my head shielded, spine shielded, kidney shielded, I looked out and saw the black pickup was still parked in front of our house. Going out briefly to pull the trash and recycle cans to the curb, I noticed this man had pushed away my yard waste can, no lifted and put it, heavy as it was and is, filled, onto the wildflower strip where new green life is coming up. On Sunday or Saturday I forget I had lifted the can and placed it in the street by our drive when the Chevy Traverse had parked in front. That woman had no right to put that can on our wildflowers and nor has this man. Why would he move the can from the street onto the strip? So he could sail in smoothly and park there is it? It's not his parking spot. That parking spot does not belong to the City, he does not have right of way. He has been parked there since yesterday afternoon, just for provocation, harassment, and attack--as he attacked last night with his engines and ELFs as noted. Does he think because he is running a "Black Op" on me he can run it forever? This is the crux of Abuse of Weaponry which these Non Non-Lethal Weapons have permitted. He is abusing me, and abusing us, our family, by attacking me in this fashion, as also our house, its structure.
The next thing I noticed was that our No Parking sign placed at the front garden had been removed. Obviously by him. This man has come across before and stepped on our solar lamps, breaking them, torn my Notices of Fines and Trespass from the wall outside, torn the Private Property handwritten notice I had, opening the cellophane cover to let rain in so the rain has gone into that Notice and washed away the ink--one of the first vandalistic acts he committed on my Notices of Privacy--and he is the same man who made the false-calls to his own pals at QPD and had that inane conver as if responsible for me, on May 30 2024, with the white-haired cop who I think was D Levine, parked by our house, and Paul Jackson, the large tall one with the dog, [loud hit on the front area perhaps on a metal panel or door downstairs, 12:17 pm) lying to them and raving about my supposedly video-recording the kids opposite, the Pedo-scam narrative they use and have used and keep using, in massive Defamation and Slander, while running to call QPD with intent continuously to further defame and slander me as "Mentally Ill": sorry this is not KGB Russia, this is Free America, especially on my Land, which is the Land of Native America, with whom I stand. We are indigenous here, and we cannot be attacked in this fashion, with dirty lies, and with secret weapons. The Police profess Crime-Detection and Crime-Address; their entire enterprise along with DHS and the FBI of Crime Prevention is bogus and criminal. Using these weapons is not crime prevention, it is a criminal use of weaponry through wall, using radiation weaponry to damage bones, joints, muscles, tissue, eyes, ears, breathing, lungs, hearts, kidneys, and brains: that is criminal Injury and Disease Creation and Disease-Service through-wall; every single one of these through-wall weapons needs to be removed from them. [Sudden break into my mantra here of a Mentos ad--freshness and life...yes well, I get the message and it is absurd.]
The evil desperation of the Police here to maintain a lie--created, manufactured, and pushed through by them--of me being Mentally Ill rather than an author and journalist, living privately given the Crime of removal of Paul and Sophie from here by the FBI-CIA-QPD-DHS crowd: themselves, and the Crime of their joint attacks on me with the DOD, that's Air Force, Navy, Army, CIA with electromagnetic weaponry and neuroweaponry and nanoweaponry they cannot keep denying in face of my extensive journalism exposing it--is absurd, despotic, and will be ended. It cannot stand. Their dirtbag behavior here must be ended. 12:27 pm.
Another thing to report: When I was outside this morning it was literally for about a minute or two. I picked up some fallen twigs, a chocolate wrapper laid by the sedum and amsonia--the criminals here are constantly throwing trash into our drive and yard and I am constantly picking it up, they cover their crimes with chatter of "needing to place" crap, in colors, around us as part of their labeled-MISO-Psy Op actions as if giving their crime --of trashing someone else's property and land--a label justifies it, no it doesn't: the Military has entered Crime Zone as the Police have, entering the zone of criminal behavior, telling themselves they have the right to do this--no they don't; there is no Law for them and Law for us--there is One Law and it is: You cannot attack others, you cannot trash any one else's land and property, and you cannot place-your-crap anywhere saying it is part of your "project": yes, the criminals here who have contracts with military contractors, with the fusion centers, with police, or have arrived here wrongfully and unlawfully from other countries to test their "equipment" on us and the so-called Brain Researchers who think they can point and shoot, point and target, and come after people for their "processes" laying "stimuli" around us are all mistaken: Check the Law: there is no Law even in War permitting anyone to attack the locals, prey on them, murder them in silence and stealth through-wall, disable, and disfigure them, while framing them as disabled and incompetent throwing trash into their yard--and stealing their No Parking signs, defacing their Native Plant signs. And every touch through-wall is Torture and the CIA WILL BE STOPPED. AI and Brain projects WILL BE STOPPED. These weapons running radar on my spine and back right now from the Mazzeo and Liming and Other sheds WILL BE STOPPED. 12:47 pm!!! 4/8/2025.
9:01 am, April 9, 2025:
To resume that account above, which I forgot to finish: I was barely out for a minute, I picked up that wrapper and put it in the trash can, I dragged both cans to the curb in absolute haste, terrified some asshole Quincy Police car would suddenly appear, reduced in this way, a grown woman, reduced to fear and trembling because there are criminal weapon-wielding mercenaries parked around me, freely using sprayed nanotech and sprayed or rather sharpshot microchips and nanochips on my face, neck, spine, thighs, upper arms--all places I have found nanotech later, center of spine a spot where I have found painful sharpshot chips, nano perhaps, micro most likely, blasted through clothes on some occasion when I did not have enough shielding and actually stood outside in the front yard "too long"--what is too long? Over 2 minutes? Where are we living? Communist China or Communist Russia?--and was attacked--this happened probably a month ago, I did log and report this, I suspect it has happened again, found new painful bumps middle of my spine a couple days ago.
9:05 am: Massive blasthit on my right side of skull lower back from direction of Mazzeo shed--obliged to get up and find some sheet metal paneling to stick against my head as I write and cover my nose as well with Reflectix so I can breathe.
9:11 am: Very sharp hit on sheet metal panel and sound of a fastmoving light plane in the sky--must have come by and blasted some radar here--to s
9:11 am: Very sharp radar hit on my left back of skull--sorry right, same spot. Shielded with mad haste. 9:14 am now and I am clearly being stalked by Marine Corps DARPA QPD maniacs, hear the sound of racing vehicles round the block or rather did, 2 minutes ago when I was hit.
Had to stop the writing above. Hit on my lap on my shield there under laptop--what assholes!
I bet they're 25 too, and not 60, like me! Imagine, rushing about, whacking a 60-year-old princess's computer!
Ok Queen. I will accept that title. Most graciously. Yes, bow assholes, thank you!
More speedy racing on Norfolk--some vrooming!
Sorry assholes, I am dancing now and you are all IN THE GROUND. I will not tolerate crime on my body!
[I will explain about the dancing shortly.]
It is 9:20 am and I was once more hit just now, had to reshield--the hat was overfilled and fell off, the shielding went flying--I wonder if some vibration was involved? Entirely possible. But I have learned the art of Vibration myself!
Sound of planes approaching--perhaps helis.
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I took a break for a little sitting-dancing and sending of that evil tracking intention into the ground....9:27 am and was hit again just there, had to reshield. Rubber! I quite forgot! So, looked for some.
Power tool whining in back on Norfolk.
There is scalar radar like a clamp on my back my left shoulder blade.
Terahertz flickers on my left hand from the Lie selling and saying Chens from the left.
To resume: I was out for just a minute, rushing to put those cans out, when as I returned to the front walk I noticed a large fat Chinese-looking man with a military-looking Haircut (Police and Planted Mercs love their Haircuts! If you ever see one approach, you will notice they have one!) come round the corner of Elmwood at a fast clip and up the walk, simply staring at me, keeping his eyes on me as he climbed the steps at 142 Pine and presumably going in. He was dressed in all black, a black jacket and trousers and as he passed up the steps the back of his jacket was visible, with some sort of white marking on it, making that jacket look more QPD-like than ever! Mindful of this Black Uniform these locals have taken to sporting--in quest of projection of Police-Affiliation--I was not going to stay outside for one second more. This man kept his face and eyes on me the entire time he turned to go into that house, running a Sideways Stare. The impulse in me to point at him and ask him what he thought he was staring at was perhaps what they were going for, I was not exactly sensing such an impulse, but I certainly thought that was Hostile, Active-Malice staring. Considering that another criminal, thinner, also black-clad man emerging from that house and parked by a black car the day the QPD man came rushing to park at the Chen Liming house and dash up our Private Drive--which he cannot! No QPD is permitted anywhere near me or my Private Drive for over a 1000 feet!--had blasted a liver-hit at me, and, it turns out, "called police" because he had been "advised" to do so when he saw "the female"--I figured this man was also up to no good and left. This is Active Smearing in the neighborhood ongoing here, and "history of reports" in that QPD CAD I have published again now--for October 6 2024 I think that was--suggests that is exactly what these parked merc criminals are doing night and day: concocting narratives, fabricating narratives, and calling the police on narratives. Obvious massive Defamation and I am putting it into the ground, along with the proponents of same.
Hits on shielding at my head: 9:37 am.
Absolute unvarnished crime: blasting neuroweapon hits at my head in obvious intent to Harm, Damage, and Retard my Brain: Mazzeos, houses beyond, and cars zooming in here to park on street. And houses behind.
10:08 am: I have decided to die. I am being murdered, I am being killed. Quincy Police has done it, the CIA has done it, Boston FBI has done it, Virginia FBI too no doubt--for standing up for animals without a voice, mute, being tortured in the labs. They have killed me and thrown my body to the vultures. They have murdered me.
I woke this morning to incessant knee pain and the sound of rustling about all down the drive and shed by the criminal Mazzeo men. I was RF pulsed on my shoulder, heart, both knees, over and over. On my right side the Chens were working my gallbladder and liver like Gulliver. Blast hits I had to struggle to shield from. Hits from below trying to reach my head. Twisting, trying to shield all sides. I got up. The pain in my knees so intense. The time was 6:15 am. I blasthit the metal shielding near my knees with my hand pounding down my pain. There is NOTHING I can do in this situation. NOTHING at all. There are short redbearded men jumping from spot to spot next door blasting my knees into oblivion. I am crying now. No doubt my emotions are also being f*d with. A little while ago I felt the entire front of my chest fibrillated and vibrating: yes, this is what Quincy Police is doing with its AEDs, it has handed them to the Chens and the Starsiak tenants and they were doing it, sending insistent constant chakra hacking vibrations to my heart and solar plexus and thymus gland--I shielded then, just to be able to sit. I pulled the Reflectix over to breathe. Apparently I am supposed to SAY NOTHING. I am supposed to stay here like a body, a bag of tissues and bones for these criminals to blast, over and over, as they Brain-decode and Brain-hit at the same time, ensconced in these houses, believing they are here forever, and held here forever, day after day, attacking me. I am going to die. I will not live. I will not live on this Earth in this state. I will not remain. I am not here to be attacked like this. That was thirty fucking minutes of stalking my right brain just now and blasting me with radar weapons. Hit on my lap just now on the shield under my laptop: 10:16 am. My name has been murdered already. My name is Mud. I have been destroyed, all over Quincy these absolute criminals in DHS and the Police force turning my name to MUD. What criminal fucking assholes. They have reduced my life to that of someone who needs to cower and shield continuously, someone who cannot breathe, who cannot walk outside, who cannot wear a single beautiful piece of clothing, who cannot speak, who cannot write, read her work in public go to a single reading, ever catch a train, drive anywhere, go to a restaurant, speak to people. They have reduced my life--I have no life. I am weeping. They have killed me. Who said they could kill me? They all did, they made these decisions behind closed doors. In Carney Hospital--a sick bastion of crime, a woman said I was a "Victim"--they have called us "Victims"--like Homicide Victims. Like Murder Victims. Police do this do they? Was it Boston Police who informed her I was a "Victim"? My life is here to be turned into Victimhood? This is A POLICE CRIME. This is a HOMELAND SECURITY CRIME.
No one gets my emails, no one reads my reports, no one ends this criminality. Sic'ing clones on me--and look at what they have done to them. They have made these clones very angry upset men--I don't know what the hell they're upset about--but they all were uniformly very angry with me and treated me badly--verbally abusing, behaving bizarrely with their Sophie clone-child refusing to let those children come out of that room and come downstairs even to eat--But keeping this Clone Bullshit going--gaslighting over and over, setting up false conversations, running spouse-impersonation gigs on me over and over. I refuse to continue like this. I will not be disrespected like this. I have been sorely disrespected, I have been abused. I am still being hit on the back of my head--I have to move to stop the hits. Mazzeos most probably they are the closest. My back is to Pine so it could be the Quincy Police criminals: is the entire Force as moronic and stupid as the ones I've met? Yes, I must believe so. They appear to think they can simply bludgeon through and keep behaving criminally, using neuroweapons on my brain.
When I went downstairs this morning I was blast hit on my knees from all directions--from the grey shark car on the hill, the Murphy tenant car, the Liming Chen red car and house, the Starsiak house where Kimby J's car was parked in front, and the Mazzeo house. They have been fixating on my knees. I was also sniffling by the sink as soon as I came down there to make coffee. The Chens keep their Power Nose RF Blasts fixed on my nose so the sniffling is immediate. I held up the sound shield to confirm: yes both there and at the front window I was blasthit on my nose. My right shoulder, the back of it, has also been insistently attacked this morning. Both shoulders feel extremely weak for they have been hit full-on in a nonstop way for months now and I do not shield there regularly. Imagine having to stick shielding all over your fucking body all the fucking time. Yes I am pissed off. I am sixty years old and these criminals have done quite a number on me. On my body, on my brain, on my name--and sitting next door preying on me like hunters who are permitted to stalk women inside their houses. Oh yes, I have been blasthit in my kundy area over and over again today and yesterday: scalar radar all over my vulva and anus, and intense urgency bladder weapon hits by the Chen Limings. Who also are using bone conductance weapons in a graze over my thighs--hit like that this morning by the sink, right before a plane rolled up--they get these light planes to come over and track and stalk when I am wearing shielding and they cannot get a hit in where they want.
My back was hit just now, at my right kidney--It is 10:31 am. At near 8 am this morning maybe between 7:30 and 8 am that silver fusion pickup truck came and parked by the Ruane house, diagonal from where I was standing by the sink, the way they like to hit. I was probed incessantly at my kidney then, hearing the knocks on the shielding from that direction--go to the window to look and this man is sitting there in that truck on and on. I was hit then also from the Mazzeo side--so they were orchestrating another kidney hit or trying to. My left upper arm was accessed when I was in bed earlier as soon as they couldn't find my heart. I wear shielding at my heart, now also at my right kidney in the back, over my left shoulder blade, over my knees, in my underwear, over my shoulders at the joints: is this normal? Is this life normal? Normalcy has been taken away from me. When I walk down the steps, pretty much every single time, I mean the steps inside my house, I am blast hit on the ankles left and right, and on the knees sometimes, but mostly ankles--hits designed to make you fall. From the Starsiak house and the Mazzeo house many times and also from the Chen house many times.
Over the past 3 years in particular but also the last 8 I think since these Chens moved in--with their heart congestion equipment announcing who they were--these 3 parties and the others closeby have engaged in such profound indignities and violations on my human body. I will not live. I refuse to live under conditions like this. I will die. And these criminals will be known by name. These crimes will end but they have not ended yet. The people here who think this is the New World the New Age are sadly mistaken. This is no life for anyone. These people have become MURDERERS and the POLICE and SECURITY establishment has PERMITTED them--becoming MURDERERS themselves. I have lots of thoughts about what should be written on my grave and I will write them down shortly. Yes I guess my fate is to become a POLTERGEIST or a seriously fixated GHOST. I will absolutely destroy the CIA, the DHS, the DOD, the DOJ, the FBI, QPD, and the entire criminal "City of Quincy" Corporation. I will end the Pope's reign, and the King and any Queens. I will take these criminal governments apart limb by limb. I will be dead then and it will be most entertaining. I will open their files. I will toss their papers to the ground. Their weapons will be BURIED. Their weapons will be REMOVED, as will their titles, their badges, and their fancy electronic gear. I will END their stalking and tracking systems which are pounding my body and brain to bits. I will EVISCERATE them all. I am a Voice from the Grave already: why did I ever believe different? That first moment the sickening vibration of pulsed continuous wave radio was felt on my body--at my vagina, at my VAGINA, in December 2013 or was it November--November I think, I was made DEAD to the world, as millions of us have been made dead. I was murdered then, and I was pushed into a grave. Several slathers of KILLING succeeded that moment, over the years. We are looking at 12 FUCKING YEARS now. I have no patience--was just hit on the right side of my brain, Liming side, 10:44 am--oh we're doing the numbers! AT every sizzling number moment we must fry her brain! Right! These CRIMINALS are going directly into the ground. I wish you joy as the scorpions and centipedes eat your entrails and your eyes! I wish you NOTHINGNESS!
It is 10:45 am and I will report here also that I was hit in many sizzling ways by all 3-4 sides--Murphys involved too and the Mergels--a Nazi club--as I made dinner last night including at the bladder. They are SICK with Terror Crimes and they attack MY BLADDER to make ME LEAK when they could do it to themselves. Since they want so badly to convey symbolically that things are LEAKING--yeah what is LEAKING is only notice of their abject Torture, Murder, Sadism Crimes. And SLAVERY--let's not forget SLAVERY Psychoquackery and "Behavioral Health" Programs in "Public Safety" for SLAVERY. RADIO FUCKING SLAVERY.
Oh yes: The dancing, the vibrations, the prayer. Last night, sick of this criminality I did some backwards-movement and vibration dancing and used my hands to send each one of their hits back to themselves--the Chens hit my left hand with electric burning once and I sent that burning right back to them: It is Intention, it is Movement, it is Resolve: it is THEIR OWN KARMA, I send it back to them. Ditto each of these sides, I did some Karma-sending-back to them. I also did some dancing to ask the earth to send up warmth to end this sudden cold spell--it has been cold again this morning, there was ice in all the birdwater containers--but it is sunny now; lovely gold sun. I did some dancing to end their evil, a dance I am going to do everyday--until I die that is, which may be any minute now--and I did some closed-eye seeking to find out who these crims are actually. Oddly it was hard Roman stone I found holding the crowd of redbeard men back although you would think they are Israeli and Khazarian--they may be, but they seem to be working for the Vatican conglomerate, the Roman Empire, still pulsing away it seems--perhaps Vanguard and the Princes of Death across the whole of Europe who perhaps believe they are Princes of Light. Anyone keen on a Medical and Behavioral Dictatorship hiding as Private Crime is for Death not Life. Take these Princes out God, they all need BURYING IN THE GROUND. 10:52 am, 4/9/2025.
Some small bird neurotech'd to speak says Preach Preach Preach at 10:53 am. Then the cooing of a dove. 10:54 am.
My life has ended, and I will die. 10:55 am.
11:05 am: PEP shot on back of my head from Starsiak side.
Also heart hits from Mazzeos as sounds of trash cans indicate they have been moving about in the drive.
They need to leave, and take their weapons with them. They all need BURIAL. 11:07 am.
Also to report--whole of last night and early this morning major major vibrations on the bed, ELF sent from Mazzeo side and Starsiak criminal pickup truck outside and Kimberly car as well, plus their house. This morning in fact there was all that vibration on my spine, blast hits on my back near that central spot of the spine where they have sharpshot some microtech in, blasthits to induce sudden feeling of heart shock and forcing me to open my mouth to gasp suddenly, several times, and extreme heat as well on my spine, with heater also suddenly being switched on--that's how I woke, in addition to the other hits on my left side, which included pulls on the RFID implanted in my left upper arm by the redbeard Mazzeo Khazar criminal men. I am not just being TORTURED, I am being ABUSED VIOLENTLY by a whole bunch of Radio Weapon wielding criminals, contracting with the Police, with Fusion Centers, or just working for the CIA and DHS and working in shifts night and day, feasting on me like VULTURES. 11:13 am.
11:41 am: Sharp hit on shielding at my left shoulder blade. Do the Mazzeos think they own my body? Slave plantation overseers here, blasthitting MY FUCKING LEFT SHOULDER? No they don't own my body and neither does the CIA. God, please LEAD THESE BASTARDS TO THEIR DEATH. 11:42 am.
[I'm looking at the Final Response from the Air force on the last FOIA request or one of them.] 11:43 am.
2:20 pm--Was hit in the left side of my lower skull/top of neck area. Moved, shielded. Heard a drone high above just before. Hit from the Chen Liming or Starsiak houses. Behind me there was a gap in the shielding. This plane or drone has found a gap and found my head and given co-ordinates to the Ground Base network and they have gone into action--Mazzeos and Chen Limings and Starsiak crowd: which one? Imagine: you can send a Police drone above to find a gap in the shielding, then you can position to Kill. Must be such fun, Killing. 2:25 pm.
2:26 pm: Hit a few times --twice or thrice in the back of my head to force sounds out of my mouth and to drop me off to sleep. Through the shielding on my head. I have pulled up a metal panel close to my left now. Sheet metal and Reflectix--are they sitting around and plumbing resistance, is that how this is working?
I was obliged to stick Reflectix on my chest to stop the external fibrillating. 2:28 pm.
2:47 pm: Sudden jerk shock at solar plexus and heart--pushed shielding down to cover.
3:27 pm: Sudden jerkshock of left foot and sole--pulled it inside my Reflectix roll and shielded my head better. 2 ways they do this sort of hit--blast a spot on the motor cortex or blast the muscle at the spot itself.
Felt like the latter. Insane crime, accessing someone else's body to jerk it.
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--Edmond JabesThere have been all sorts of hammer and nail and ladder noises next door as I checked to post this. then loud car horns. Perhaps the criminal Khazars from the Boston CIA would like me to throw boulders at them? I am after all just above them in their driveway. I wonder what kind of crater would open in the top of their snazzy skylit Subaru? A large one. Yes. I do believe that would be the case. And all their little toes, scattering….I dream of how the scorpions and the spiders will gnaw at their bones, soon, very soon, when the Earth opens up and Swallows them Whole. 5:02 pm.
And a helicopter comes over, sailing the Friendly Skies. Projected sound over its engines, reading text here out loud. 5:05 pm. Do DARPA and the CIA believe THEY are going to be let off the hook and WE take the flak for their crimes? Call them Delusional! Call them Mentally Ill! Call them Schizophrenic! When they so much as mention Projected Sound, Holosound, Audio Bugs or anything else: Yes that is how they are doing it, using Techno Acousto quite well indeed, then calling for their White Coated Men and Black-Uniformed Gangsters: Brewster Brewster, Please! Bring Your Blue Gloves Over Right Now! We need another Brain VICTIM for our victualling pleasure here! Yes I am going to write a Screenplay soon, and it will be Merveilleuse! 5:09 pm.
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5:18 pm: A howling Police siren, blasting down some street closeby. And no, they can’t be the last word here. I haven’t died yet, and I plan to keep Writing. 5:20 pm.
