Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | June 14, 2025, 10:44 am
10:38 am: Police siren whistling away. Hammering from a backyard. Powersaw drilling. And a Mazzeo crashing his SUV door–for he has Money to Burn.
The one witnessed sitting in the driver’s seat of the blue SUV–Roman Empire Medical MENTAL Blue–can’t believe he has to sit in that spot now, in the driveway, just uselessly sitting. He lifted up a mint-colored dishcloth from his dashboard as I gazed down at him from the Den, curious. Yes there was one there and he was sitting. Another sat in the white SUV in front and is still there now. Sounds of door banging when I breathe.
Maybe 10:20 is when they got in and started sitting.
At 10:32 am, an ALMIGHTY BRAIN BLAST HIT was directed at my back-of-head from behind (no that’s not good English). The Back of My Head. The Blondie club upstairs, directly behind, co-ordinating with the Mazzeo men in their cars. From the left, electric pulses and atrial fibs. My face ablaze with tiny pitter patter RF hits.
10:44 am: Just published this thing. Saw the time as I went to hit Publish.
11:02 am: The Mazzeo-IDF-Mossad-CIA club cyberhacks to freeze, maliciously, as I try to reduce the size of that graphic.
Then pelts on shielding at my back.
11:04 am: On the street, a number of new SUVs come and go. They want to operate with Impunity, in plain view, with no one able to stop them.
Witnessed today: A more gingeryblond man, growing his beard so it’s below crazy-scruffy and seeks the middle of his chest, walking the brown dog back home. Seemingly upright. Then hunched as he scrambles up the deck, as if pretending shortness. I wonder briefly if he changed his height between the front and the back of the drive.
Also seen: A younger man, tall, pale, walking up the Murphy driveway. Touching his nose, as if to send a message–did he see me standing there watching him? Or do they all finger-fly on text to each other and send Machine-Intel Circle Ops voices–or just straight-spy-tech inform–into ears, silently? A tall mirror stuck in their porch window. Lights there last night, some red. Most of all it seems, these Psy Ops CIA Mental Health freaks want to “place their Ops” around those they unlawfully target for Life and Brain Grabbing. Whack on shielding on my back, 11:10 am. Their Ops become useless when no one pays any attention to them.
My advice to all unlawfully targeted and being attacked by the CIA, factions of the DOD and the local police station would be: Record when you feel like it but mostly IGNORE them. And REPORT them. Start up your own Reporter’s Notes and report them every single day. Photograph them. Videorecord them. This is how they think they can elude attention: by accusing people of “recording their children”. The way the QDCs and Chens have been throwing kids out each time I’m out reveals their insane hopes. Obviously, avoid the children but record Them. There is NO LAW permitting Police and Police-affiliates to stalk, harass, threaten, intimidate, and physically attack anyone. But with “NON LETHAL WEAPONS” and “LESS LETHAL WEAPONS” suddenly, all these become possible. REALLY? Every single contract they have each signed is INVALID. They are operating criminally and maliciously, with intent to harm. They need exposing, every minute. 11:19 am.
RNM on left calf, blast on back, and extreme heat on face. 11:20 am.
This is a powerful Mantra to play, calling on the Goddess of Creation, who has some Power: Lalita Sahasranamam | Ranjani – Gayatri |
12:14 pm: They’re still parked in their driveway. A drone buzzes overhead. I can’t breathe if the Reflectix lifts even a little. My head was being buzzed so I threw Mylar over it. Hot now, I’m still reading. Radar at my seat. Headache. Unable to breathe. ELFS on the bed
Weird banging sounds now and then from them. RF HPM and nsEP being sent in from their roof and shed and attic rooms. I have shielding all around me and my stomach is paining now. They are sending pulsed RF to my colon. Sleep frequencies from the right from the Chens on my head. I had to sit up and throw mylar over my already-shielded head. They seem to be trying something. Attempting close physical stress techniques perhaps–must be from the Kubark Manual.
12:20 pm: Voices and car door banging. Obvious kind of harassment efforts.
Must note as well that the woman who drives the Chevy Traverse–one of them came and parked in front in the morning for a few hours. When I was downstairs making coffee and cleaning the sink. 12:22 pm. Heart congestion frequencies upstairs at the front window immediately, when I went up to look. From that Chevy.
Major bangs on shielding when I pull the sheet metal shield over to better protect my head. A drone has come up here, was heard very slowly climbing. They are EXPERIMENTING getting into my head despite the shielding. 12;25 pm. Wanting me to fall asleep–their fave mode of attacking while reading. 12:26 pm. I am pulling that RR down and sticking more shielding over head and belly. CANNED HUNT? From 3 feet away, and the Air Force and CIA co-operating. May be time for more dancing….or powerful music, like that Lalitha Sahasranama–shudh Sanskrit, voiced in harmony, sound vibrations translating as lines of light and whirling patterns and symmetric shapes behind one’s eyes. We should all be reading the Upanishads and listening to Carnatic and Hindustani music…
12:44 pm: A vroomer starts up, sits for 2 minutes then vrooms off, low level vrooming while I use my Reiki hand to soothe my pancreas which have been attacked–RF HPM slow-wave, continuous plus sudden blast pulse hits in the last few minutes. Write about Israel and it starts getting Terrorist all of a sudden, at a Newer level–for this is all terrorism, and now we have Threat Terror on a different scale. 12:45 pm.
Blast heat on my back, pc ablaze with 5G and on my face under Reflectix, and my pancreas still flaming. Still reading and those buzzards from hell are still in their driveway I am sure. 1:01 pm.
Blasthit on my pancreas on shielding as I voice the Israeli-Egyptian interest in Peacemaking–at the “Summit of the Peacemakers” in 1996…..! [A most significant moment, when the Terrorism we see right here right now was sneakily brought in under the guise of Peacemaking and Peace Process. More shortly.] 1:06 pm
6:23 pm: Intense pain on my right upper arm and shoulder as I realize I’ve been hit. Steady slow hitting though and I thought at first it’s the Chens. My back is to Pine, I am on the bed, reading about the horrors of Israeli training of US Police and using principles of racist racial profiling. Radar on my seat, ELFs on the bed–one of the Blondies is back and parked her SUV the other way facing Sherman not Beale–she seems like one of the younger ones with the unschooled voice and a child about 4 or 5 was with her, maybe 3 or 4, I just saw her from behind. Diff child than I have seen here. Although they change out so often I am not keeping track. This woman was wearing blue overalls as if she worked in a store. It is Saturday. She came and parked there around 3:30 or past when I was outside by the rosebush rinsing the grime off the dishes I had to pull out of the grimy sink–which I have cleaned now. After the Chens broke the dishwasher and the Waste Disposal it has been continuous sink-clogging.
SKIN PARALYZING WEAPONS:
Sitting there on the small red plastic stool, rinsing out bowls and forks and spoons, my right leg was turned into paralyzed, in-pain mush. Who hit me?
My right arm is being pulsed still now. I am being RF hit from both sides — Mazzeos and Chen Limings–Mazzeos from upstairs–and the Chens’ hits are registering as pulses on the shielding–the steelsheet/Reflectix I have pulled across, for some comfort. It is a dull heavy throbbing otherwise and it feels like those skin weapons. But it is RF HPM, high frequency but low level I am told, from both sides. Circle Ops Neuro AI CIA-NSA-PD-known offers this info–there must be several projects ongoing, to plumb people’s brains, map their neural networks, watch their connectomes, see their “processes” or blow them to bits. In my case it appears large parts of my brain have been attacked. I cannot call up my words, my syntax has failed and not returned to me, my words have been taken, word usage has been taken, my certainty in language use has slipped. Reading that last Brain article I see where they have been blasting. But they have IMPLANTED me. They have stuck BCI chips at key points to steal my words, my writing, my memory. The same people who went to AWP and to Umass Amherst and disappeared my book, launching Christine Sneed’s instead, in 2009 & 2010, when it should have been mine, while hers should have been launched after mine, in 2010-2011. Not a single book review apart from a really weird one from Publisher’s Weekly–designed to disappear the book? Honestly, looking at the AWP conference dates and recalling what Bruce Wilcox said, I am not sure what AWP really did. Because it seems the 2007 AWP prizewinners read at the 2009 conference in Chicago (where Christine Sneed teaches or did). I was told by UMass Press Amherst my book would be published late in 2009 and not to rush with info I needed to send. I need to look up and publish all their correspondence. When I met Bruce Wilcox it was 2011, in Washington DC at the AWP Bookfair. Christine Sneed and David Vann were with him at the AWP table. He did not come to Denver in 2010 when I read, and when Jewell Parker Rhodes got up to introduce my book, impromptu, because the scheduled introducer was not present and did not show. I have to look up his name–a Dana something. In Feb 2011, Bruce Wilcox said they had to scramble to publish Christine’s book–at the same time as mine. Really? is all I thought to ask then I think. Yes, it was a mad rush, he said. Or something like that. My book was published late in 2009. Why on earth would they rush to publish hers at the same time? The Denver 2010 conference featured the 2008 prizes. [Not a single pic of our readings on the AWP conference website though.] Something else that was odd–UMass Press asked me who I thought would be interested in reviewing the book and to send them a list of reviewers and prizes. They didn’t send my book out themselves, as a press should and would, I think. My book was therefore not reviewed, and not really launched. I went up to New York for a Girls Write reading on invitation from She Writes founder Kamy Wicoff.(Kamy Wicoff | Official Publisher Page | Simon & Schuster) and that was my book launch, I told myself–for no one at this press was launching my book for me. I do recall being at the table at AWP in 2010 in Denver but that did not feel like a book launch. What is a book launch? I think reviews should be a part of it, and readings….The Press should launch your book. Which is why running a Press is a big big deal and people who do it should work to intro their authors to readers. As we did, at WWPH when I was in DC and doing my years of co-op’ing at the Press. Anyway, I digress. I would like to run a Press one day but obviously cannot while I am being attacked like this.
The people who have attacked me include or ARE the CIA. Who else would disappear a Book like this? Frankly I always thought that was a very special book. But my other books now have been disappeared too.
My book was named a finalist at the Library of Virginia Fiction awards. That was an honor. Barbara Kingsolver won that year, for her book The Lacuna, in 2010: Finalists and Winners of the Library of Virginia Annual Literary Awards.
And then India–Bruce Wilcox seemed noncommittal when I suggested he send the book to India, for surely it could be published there? I’ll have to go back and look at my emails for I know I was the one who wrote to a few publishers in India myself. No one responded. Did the CIA eat up my letters and emails?
I offered to do an Audio version. I was looking forward to the Paperback (which didn’t happen.)
It seems a concerted effort has been made by certain shadowy factions to disappear me as an Author and Writer–and teacher–while working instead to steal my Brain. (!) I’m afraid I take a dim view of this matter. “Under Classified Cover” seems more and more like a Book that needs to be written. I can’t decide if the CIA Shadows who came after my Brain would like to read it or Prevent it from happening–maybe the latter. They seem to think it is far more important to “map my neural networks: for THEMSELVES. [Seriously deluded.]
I did read with the George Mason Fiction MFA alumni at Politics and Prose, and that was very special. [Feb 2011.]
Now, when I try to access the Mason Poetry alumni page I’m unable to. Maybe it’s a closed page, as the page suggests. Something to look into.
In any case, there is much cyberhacking at my desktop, and I can’t tell sometimes if the CIA-Israel faction sitting next door is attacking again or if some parts of the Net are actually dated or non-existent, or closed off like that. 8:06 pm.
Sound of fireworks in the distance as if it’s the Fourth of July. Earlier a drone coming closer. Sounding ominous. I am not entirely sure how I returned to this subject but it’s the Brain attacks I need to write more about. My Brain has been SELECTED by certain factions–as if they can do such a thing. They have done it, and they have invited others to join in. The men next door here who keep changing out, some of them may be American, but a lot of them are Israelis and Russians or of Russian/Soviet-space origin. Running Brain Cloning, Digital Twinning, and Neural Network Mapping experiments. Using the local Police and EMS to come grab their “Selectees” for new Fake Labels, desperate for “Forced-Medication”, desperate for “Schizophrenia” so NEURO TUNNELING, NEURO DUMBING, NEURO RETARDING and BRAIN DAMAGE can be accelerated.
I think some of that has happened already. My brain has been attacked. Shall I sit back and let them continue onward, with their Brain Grabbing? How did they choose me, I wonder–and not someone else, say Christine Sneed or Michael Chabon? Or Jhumpa Lahiri? What was the Magic Profile they went after? I am sure Under Classified Cover will tell me. 8:14 pm.
