Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | Saturday, May 17, 2025
9:12 am: This was covered yesterday–this GLARING LINK of DOD/Non Lethal/DEW today to CIA MKULTRA, 1974 and earlier:
This is obviously a huge big f*ing deal, to find a paper such as this, on a DOD website, yes a DOD website: that’s JIFCO–in fact, THE WEBSITE for Non Lethal Weapons renamed the Joint Intermediate Force Capabilities Office. They have a bunch of documents posted there now, and the whole website appears to be saying things–more than earlier where a lot of Closed-Door-ese was posted. DOD Websites are beginning to look more intelligible. So obviously one has to start scouring these, as also the DHS and the CIA websites for their documents: they NEED to post their documents. They cannot keep us in the dark, we need to know what they’re doing–TO US.
The other thing is, there are a whole bunch of DOD websites. Also Police websites. Same thing: They have to post their documents for us to see. THEY CANNOT RUN STEALTH PROGRAMS ON US. That’s basic, in any nation, any “democracy”, any Republic, any Constitutional Republic. We are One Nation Under God only if we are not being secretly massacred and tortured to death.
For any entity to publish a website with partial information–as is currently the case–is to call attention to itself as a Skullduggery-practicing entity. More and more, the DOD, DHS, FBI, CIA, PDs need to CLEAN UP THEIR ACT, stop killing Americans, and put the information out there on ALL THEIR PROGRAMS, past and present. No step forward into ANY KIND OF FUTURE can be made without confessing the past and CHANGING THE PATHWAY FORWARD.
We are being Killed, Tortured, Persecuted, Tormented, Harassed, Attacked, Threatened, Terrorized, Suppressed, INSIDE AMERICA.
9:21 am: I woke this morning before 7 to the sound–and energy impact–of extremely hard and intense RF hits blasting through shielding or gaps in shielding on my bed AT MY HEART, from seemingly below and to the left. Were the Mazzeos sitting in bed and hitting, their car and hitting, or somewhere else? I moved another shield against my heart–my Sound Shield: 1/2 inch sheetcake Baking sheet with Double layer of Reflectix and craft-foam-sheet under duck canvas–and checked to make sure the brownie pan was parked behind shoulder and heart. There was other shielding at my left breast. I moved a bit and the PELTER Of ASSAULT WEAPON RF BLAST HITS RECOMMENCED. If this is not exactly like First World War assault with armaments, what shall we call it? THEIR RADIO WEAPONS ARE DEATHLY CRIMINAL.
9:25 pm: Blast hit sounded on sheets behind me (steel) as I pull the oven mylar blanket over my neck where I had been feeling Access crawling along: RF HPM continuous, or some kind of radar.
“Talk!” urges the Machine-Intel Holosound Techno Acousto from left–they oscillate between using horror Chinglish voices and horror Indlish voices to transmit their Supercomputer Circle Ops Neuro-AI Infamy: YES THIS IS A WEAPON and it is INTENDED TO REMOVE YOUR ENGLISH. SO I wonder who designed it? ACOUSTIC NEUROTECHNOLOGIES was disclosed by DARPA and the JPSG–Joint Program Steering Group in The Limited Effects Technology Program Report I reported on in the winter of 2019-2020 when I almost got killed for it. But it had very little information.
Note, I reported on that 1994 DOD MOU as well with DOJ then. I had asked the DOD for it in 2015 I think. Then found it had been given to someone else in 2018–found and reported in 2019 as soon as I saw it.
I don’t get why people don’t report on things they do FOIA requests to get, from the DOD or CIA. But I was rather intensely attacked, I recall, when I was reporting these 2 documents especially.
Now yesterday I posted notice of this paper from “The Tactical Behavioral Research Lab” and does the DOD know it has become the CIA–meaning the OLD CIA?
I will have to read this paper properly and do a separate report on it.
But apparently you can’t mention such a sizzling bit of disclosure from the Lion’s Mouth without being blast-hit from right next door in hopes you will have an instant heart attack and expire. Anyway. I am sure all the other disclosure of local crime has them in a state of fizzy fits as well–they seem to think THEY are here to stay forever, and I am here to be MASSACRED by THEM. A slight MISAPPREHENSION. 9:38 am.
[Blast hit on neck at top of spine on shielding, 9:39 am.]
9:45 am. A plane had been sweeping the airwaves above before that hit and another with Techno Acousto over engines went by shortly after, a little distant. The AIR FORCE I am beginning to suspect is NOT A VERY GOOD ORGANIZATION. I am beginning to get a little more SAVVY I think as to all their SECRET INTENTIONS. 9:47 am.
9:52 am: While writing the above, I was also RF blast-hit on head and left side of head where the auditory cortex is: they either want to damage my hearing or get laser chats into my brain [sound carried in on lasers]. My breathing once again is difficult, I am using menthol in Tiger Balm to breathe. I was downstairs for coffee and millet-filling at the birdfeeder, instant nose attacks so I cannot breathe. Apparently it is important for the DOD and CIA to asphyxiate the Indian-American author and journalist–for surely the DOD will be blamed too, when my corpse turns up, blue and Unspeaking. Blame them. They are Blameable. eminently so. They developed Bodily-Attack weapons for Police and Intelligence contractors to use on Writers and Journalists, to stop them from speaking and writing. {And take their English back, to muttering, unintelligible Gibberish: a major, Unspeakable crime, and the Secretary of Defense Will be Indicted. And the Director of the CIA, the FBI, the DHS, and the ODNI: ALL OF THEM.]
9:58 am: Rock and roll ELFs on the bed and a blast hit behind on shielding. I could nod off to sleep again, this hammock-like swinging is soporific. 9:59 am.
11;22 am:Jerkshock on top of head.
11:30 am: Mazzeo bangs car door and starts car.
11:31 am: Hit on left elbow.
11:32 am: ELFs on bed, reinforced. Engine still running. Heat on my back. RNM on left calf.
11:33 am: Engine stops. I doubt the car took off. Weird witchcraft maneuvers. Car door bangs from the front as well. Possible mail van parked in front. “no” from Holosound Techno Acousto running Radar cavitation at belly. Car door slams and Terahertz hits on my right thumb–for the CIA can do ANYTHING. Any form of harassment. Beep on car horn. Ok then–Stay right there, will you? Bang on car in front. 11:36 am.
12:46 pm: At 12:33 pm (I suspect it was :33 not :30) Blast hit with RF HPMMW, not disclosed by the AIr Force yet, on my upper back so intense heat conflagrates instantly, like a 3-ton Heat Bomb designed to make clothes get ripped off. I had just fed the bluejays brown bread and apple and had returned indoors to gaze fondly at the finch feeder, hoping for finches. [There were none, just then.] I hardly knew what had occurred but felt the oddest desire to stick my head in the freezer. It’s a good thing I did, for I found an ice pack to stick at my neck–it slid down to my upper back and offered some relief as the Bomb detonated {Horrible loud siren just stopped, 12:49 pm.] [Maybe they don’t like me revealing that Quincy is not just doing Illegal things but Dishonorable, Unlawful things against the People?][We are expected to believe the Police are protecting us here, and giving us “Public safety.”] Extreme heat tore down my neck, spine, back, shoulders, face, neck. Extreme, like the Sprinkles of Radio Millimeter Wave Heat dripping down from the ceiling sometimes, just over my head in both bedrooms. The other bedroom is also my study and I may just have to take refuge there again. The last time this happened–Extremist Terrorist Heat Attack on my back–clearly from the Mazzeos today and yesterday both them and the Chen Limings–it was last night, I had no choice but to disrobe in haste, flinging all shielding aside, throwing my sweatshirt aside so I could breathe in my T-shirt alone. The one with the big blue Peace Sign on it–itself a compromised or suspect logo I think. A history to everything I am not fully aware of–something further to research. But that is PROSTITUTION. The Chens and the Mazzeos and the Starsiak tenants can make you take off your clothes with intense heat weaponry through wall, and keep on munching their French Fries and dried apple rings. That is also RADIO SLAVERY, which they are practicing still, on me, treating me as their possession, to force disrobings from. SHOW US YOUR PUBLIC SAFETY IMPLANT ON YOUR PRIVATE UPPER BACK or we will FIRE. And FIRE they did, without conscience. Neither conscience, moral compass, principles, brain, soul, or sense can be seen in this lot. “We operate quietly and feed our children and pretend nothing is happening.” Why not? It must be LUCRATIVE, that ENSLAVING of other people’s bodies. [Blast hit on back here and a sound like a praying toad Holosounded on Cavitation Radar on my belly, 12:57 pm, May 17, 2025.] This is how Non Lethal Weapons work, and why the DOD and CIA have made a grave and tactical error here, in developing them. Perhaps that is called larger than that, an Error in Strategy? In Business Development, for they have some now, and think they can run “PEACE ENFORCEMENT OPERATIONS” (NATO) on us. It’s nothing but obscene exploitation and these 3 families here–or households I should say for tons of families dribble in and out of each, even Fatass has been changed out and may be a different one currently, his Black Pickup has been a fair constant here since July 2023, and Kimby J has returned after a sojourn away, yet has one of her Clone-sisters say loudly “We’ve been here 3 years”: No, you haven’t. You all change out, come and go, keep your names to yourselves, and burn the life and health and well-being clear out of me–and my child, and Paul too: what does that make you all? Don’t call yourselves Military, Police, Intelligence: YOU ARE SCORPIONS. 1:01 pm.
1:03 pm: Intense fibrillations at my heart making their other intent shamelessly clear: they want a HEART CONDITION, ambulances, emergencies.
1:04 pm: Droning light plane, moaning incomprehensibly. That’s Techno Acousto trying to hide itself, because apparently I am supposed to be getting primed for another Hospital grab: NOT HAPPENING.
1:05 pm: I must shield further. But before I do, let me relay I was by an upstairs window looking out briefly at the newly blooming rhododendrons and the momentarily quiet street when I felt energy pulses blast at my left breast–from the Chen Liming house–and moved and went away from there. Breast cancer another plan of theirs. This in addition to belly blasts and colon as well–I have to wear Reflectix now or something else to shield my colon at the sink from the Chens. Yesterday also I was hit down there: it is a means to send people to the bathroom: is it NORMAL, to give people like this weapons like these, to use on others? Bio-hacking weapons with decades of radio dosimetry done by the Air Force and Army and Navy–for what reason? Did they know they would be using it on their own people? Or letting in foreigners to blast Americans with? Are these the “UN PEACEKEEPING OPERATIONS” we hear are going on in Africa all the time? Africa, the largest continent in the world: why is it entertaining criminals? The whole world a banana republic now. 1:13 pm.
2:21 pm: Blashit on top of head through shielding to make a whole-body jerkshock happen. Mazzeos. Chens help in tracking. I have found a few more documents and military-notices of import and need to add or save the links for now. The constant putting-to-sleep scenario finally addressed, a Mazzeo leapt outside to send hits from below. Nonstop harassment of top of head and back of head: this is Brain Stoppage, not just brain damage. 2:26 pm.
2:28 pm. The whole thing has to be scrapped, I think. NON LETHAL WEAPONS ARE WEAPONS OF CRIMINAL ASSAULT AND BATTERY THROUGH-WALL ON A JOURNALIST AND AUTHOR’s BRAIN: Can anyone else in the world shield as I have and keep on shielding and trying to survive and write as well? Yes BANNING is needed. My kids can’t do this. No one can. There is no life here: BANNING, REMOVAL, ENDING. “No” say the CIA Mazzeos dragging trash cans about in their drive. It’s absurd, their insane bulldozing persistence in Crime.
It is 2:53 pm, May 17, 2025; this writer was just visited by a police drone post Mazzeo bumbling about in their drive next door, very loud, quite close, then HIT at the PANCREAS from that Police Drone with a deadly RADAR MURDER WEAPON and she might be DEAD right now had she not SHIELDED with a mini cake pan and a Sound Shield INSTANTLY! How easy it is then, for the local POLICE to kill someone like me, and say “We are Monitoring a Terrorist.” They say anything they want, they DO anything they want, and they kill SILENTLY NOW–with droning drone overhead, murder in plain view–and think they can get away with it. I hate to break this to them, this is CRIMINAL. 2:56 pm, May 17, 2025.
2:58 pm: Updating the Mil-Intel-EW Watch page when that happened. Mil-Intel EW Watch | The Everyday Concerned Citizen
3:00 pm: It’s the CIA-Police-FBI contingent, yes, I get it. You’re all so secret now, and I have to live in the world as a “Mentally Ill” ultra-delusional: Well NO, I refuse to do it. I am publishing the facts as they occur here–and apparently those flying drones believe it is their right to touch and blast my body with radar from a drone–a particularly SENSITIVE part of my body in fact. My heart all night and all day and now my PANCREAS.
And this is how they implanted me, at South Shore and earlier–in a MOHAWK top of my head to top of my spine and all down the spine: Call it Operation Mohawk–and yes very PROVABLE, with some IMAGING–but hey, if the POLICE grab you and bring you to a hospital–must mean CRIME BAR, pick your poison–you can’t get DIAGNOSTIC RADIOLOGY, oh no! You get MOHAWK instead, and there’s no Cognac with that! Only Scopolamine, or Ketamine, so your MEMORY is wiped and you can call yourself a MILABS now. 3:09 pm.
Maybe a Cyborg, Supersolider MILABS? YES. That’s what they want for you: FREAKERY FAMOUS. {Before Death that is, which won’t come quickly, for they want HUMAN SUFFERING.] 3:10 pm.
Motherlode of DISCLOSURE right here [Radar flicker at left bosom, 3:15 pm, 5/17/2025, and a joker whacking roof shingles prior, perhaps 5 times:
Stability Policing Operations/Irregular Warfare.org
That sword pointing down is “Non Lethal Weapons” or “Intermediate Force Capabilities” nobly pointing down: OH we’re Military and all that but look how HOLY we are, laying our sword down as we become PEACEKEEPERS and PEACE ENFORCERS, with RADIATION WEAPONS!!!!
Motherly Mama Military Police to blast your pancreas and your heart to bits:
If it Reads Like Targeting, Smells Like Targeting, Looks Like Targeting, that’s because It Probably IS Targeting
4:22 pm: Another police drone. Very loud and low–a light plane actually, droning on. Checking for my liver next?
Hits on the shielding just prior–for the Mazzeos desperately want my Nose, they say. We must stop you from breathing! It is too much! You are breathing again–we all know about it!
Just prior, at 4:20 pm, the Mazzeo with the Radar Pulser pulsed my back–a nerve there or that unlawfully-placed implant there. Quite palpably, in Threat. What happens when I am Dead and Gone I wonder, No more nerves or devices on my back to pulse? What will they do with their lives then? 4:26 pm.
4:37 pm: Another light plane and lots of probing then a bunch of jerkshocks from the men in the shed. Thank God for Grounding….use your hands on your head and face to close your own body circuits, top of spine, back of head, use rounded stone or slate to keep your feet on, wear river stones on your body–so NORMAL! When the Air Force and CIA and FBI want to drone into your private airspace: they CANNOT KILL YOU.
4:48 pm: Another plane, and a loud motorbike at the same time. I wonder if that’s related to my Vibration Finger Dance? A small shaking of the hands, using Vibration principles, ancient, primordial, to send their EVIL DIABOLICAL RADAR vibrations away.
4:50 pm: Just because I am making these notations as I read–the most PROFOUND DISCLOSURE DOCUMENTS, more to post shortly at MIEW-Watch, doesn’t mean I’m not aware these are TRANSGRESSIONS. The Police and pals CANNOT FLY OVER MY HEAD–this is private airspace, and belongs to the Earth, the Natives here, the Flora and Fauna, and is not available for military or police activities. 4:52 pm. Very loud shouting on the street and car door banging–pathetic. 4:53 pm. Sounded like the Chen Liming lady. 4:53 pm.
5:27 pm. Twinge at heart. Hasty shielding.
5:29 pm. Plane sounds again. Blither blather on street–sudden Diversionary attempts by the Chens. Still a cloudy rainy day.
5:30 pm: The other major heart hit was before 4:37 pm. I had to move to shield again then–further that is. Honk from street. Are they selling Mysore Bondas out there? I might get up then…
5:32 pm: Must also note some Drilling was heard–Mazzeo side I think after I posted the second note on the Human Effects Characterizing DOD Instruction from 2012 (Mil-Intel-EW Watch). It was after my vibration dance with my fingertips (I Am reclining under Reflectix.) So I had to do something directly after and it wasn’t much, just a spreading-out of my fingers, out, toward the world. May everyone be saved from this Criminal affliction. I saw the edge of Light, rounded, spreading. And feet, where I stood, large, and female, in flip-flops: I was twice CAPTURED in flip-flops from my home. But this was Parashakthi, Parasundari, the one who dances. Our future is NOT GOING TO BE ANNIHILATION as these loons have set up. Our future is Dancing. Our feet are on the Earth. Our breathing is Time, Infinite. And none of us — no, none of us — will be in Pain again, Ever. 5:37 pm.
I did think it was Savitri too, come to do the cleaning…all our dishes, thanks to the Chens, are on the deck now, awaiting rain. And dishwashing. 5:39 pm.
11:49 pm: When I came downstairs the large silver Chevy Traverse was parked in front of our house again–that was the loud car banging I had heard. It is still there now. I took a reading with the acousticome detector and found pulses coming in at high frequency, in the 4-6 Ghz frequency at the level of my chest and my knees from that truck and from other directions, the Chen Liming house front area and car possibly, There was the sound of a child speaking and a man answering, I wondered if it was the duo I had seen walking directly toward our house from across the street the day before when I had paused at the front window for a moment. They time all movements toward you, they brain decode to know when you are going down and what you are going to do. In this insane world of Knowing-everything, they have crossed every line of decency, normalcy, social convention, nicety, ethics and conscience. Why are they stalking me with their children? Because they are. And because they cannot think of another crime they can steer toward them. These children are being abused.
11:58 pm: Let me report that the night of Wednesday evening [jerkshocks on head and on shielding here, noises from that car below and “Talk” a minute ago from these Holosounders]–I was in the front room upstairs when I heard voices opposite, a small girl’s. She seemed young, maybe 3 or 4, I couldn’t see them–she was with an older woman. They seemed to go up to the Pinester house in front and call to someone to open the door. The child called for Mommy plaintively to open the door, then later more assertively. So did the woman and after a long time the door must have opened, lights shone upstairs in their windows. 12:08 am, May 18, 2025.
12:09 am, May 18, 2025: I washed some of the dishes parked in cardboard outside on the deck, given the cloggedness of the sink earlier–all consequences of the dishwasher being broken by the Chen Limings. It was dusk and I listened idly to the birds. I have used cardboard to screen some from the Mazzeos and the other researchers beyond, all criminals. No, you don’t get to park yourself here like queens and kings and aim your spraytech and DEGs at me and not be outed as criminals. Steady sound of thudhits on shielding to my left as I write, the Mazzeos want to be noticed–in what way? They get away with murder because there are a 105 of them, I saw a squirrel, a baby squirrel, come down through the hawthorn and walnut and look for seeds on the deck near dusk. Redbud doves again, one sitting quietly on the deck wall after pecking at millet. The honeysuckle tree is in bloom and so is the Northeast cherry. White blooms, scented, everywhere.
12:22 am: Strange sounds being made here and thuds on left arm. I didn’t relay yet what they were doing when I was downstairs–making sweet potato pakodas and hot tea, washing the dishes: intense heat hits on my neck and back, RF HPMMW, that I had to shield from with ice packs on neck and back, knee hits, heart -hits and hits at South Shore RFID tags from the Mazzeo shed. Hits at vulva and bladder from the Chen Liming side. They haven’t stopped attacking in this way, they are vicious. Her voice could be heard in the evening too, yelling at her children: she is being trained to abuse them. Why did she rush out and yell so loudly earlier? To distract and disrupt?–that didn’t happen. She is being misled and baited.
There was a large white bus-like thing going up the hill at one point. A small grey SUV plunging along up Norfolk, a few times. The CIA? I sensed a dark presence on the street. I sensed their intent, it is not cordial. They still think they can deceive me, steal me, attack me: this is not going to happen. 12:31 am, 5/18.
Thinking about Secrecy and that line in the DOD Directive I was reading on “Secrecy Oaths”, I read some stray pages of Melvin Stamper’s Fruit from a Poisonous Tree talking about the Federal Reserve, the coven of men involved, the bankers, and Jekyll Island. I should like to see the documentary made on this–if one has been.
12:34 am: Standing by the front window a few minutes ago, gazing at the large oak and the waving cherry I knew I am standing with them, they are standing with me, I am never leaving this house again that way, no one is going to kidnap me again. My certainty. We are with each other, as I am with all the trees and plants in front and in back and on the side. Much to do this spring and I hope I get to do it. 12:37 am/5/18/2025.
1:13 am: Fireworks. Somewhere at the corner of Norfolk and Granger maybe or further up. Loud blasts. Then some buzzing sounds. Just prior, massive heat hits at my back–MMW. I am huddling and reading the DOD Instruction. The street in front quiet although I heard some car door banging. Might be the Chens, scurrying about. At the back window, the sudden smell of male sweat (sprayed). Earlier downstairs, chani smells…They seem to like it. I will have to bring some of that tree honeysuckle in tomorrow….1:18 pm.
Hand mudras: a mirror of the Time. A message from the Soul of the universe to you. 1:42 am.
