Reporter’s Note | Sunday June 15, 2025, 2:02 pm | 1:04 pm | Ramola D/Continued June 16, June 17, 2025
1:05 pm: Metallic clangs from Mergel or direction-of backyards. Nanobiosensor ON TIP OF MY TONGUE activated by the CIA South Shore Mazzeo men next door. There is the BLUE Roman Empire Medical Tyranny Treachery and Crime SUV parked below my study again . I am on my bed, facing the hill on Pine.
A few minutes ago, at around 1 pm, the man with pale-taupe glasses and bare left arm {pinkish brown} (all I saw) who slammed into Pine to park his Chevy Traverse in our private parking spot–when all spots opposite were free–took off. I heard 2 car door bangs. This was after I took some difficult pics with my laptop. My phone doesn’t work. The Medical Mafia from Israel and the Boston CIA sitting next door have fully jammed the thing, nothing works on it currently.
It’s Father’s Day and I cannot call my father, who is 91 and hasn’t heard from me in 4 or 5 months. The Mazzeos like it that way. They’re Slavers, and they came fresh from Khazaria-Israel to try their hand at Slavery in Massachusetts. They have done very well, indicates the Boston CIA [blasthit on nerve on left sole, from the Mazzeo shed, 1:09 pm.] They are desperate for Numbery Synchrony and Number Grabbing, imagining the Dodecahedron Universe will work for them if they run Just Enough Torture operations on our NERVES and EARDRUMS.
I have grown to despise them.
They in turn have grown to Fulminate and Fixate and Freak every second, elevating their infamy to newer heights as it becomes more and more evident to them–and everyone reading–the CIA has no escape now, as ditto the FBI, and ditto the DHS, and ditto the NSA, and all thanks to the Quincy Police Department–and their cronies in the Quincy District Court, who parked themselves opposite and want not to leave, inventing new Mayhem every minute, with intent to Destroy. [Insistent attack on right buttock, Mazzeo side, 1:13 to 1:14 pm. Then a loud,metallic clang from the Murphys. I think they’re calling the Witches in.]
1:24 pm: Myself, just a couple minutes ago, with my asymmetric face–spraynanoteched on the left-hand side, most probably by the Chen Limings, a vicious lot from China way of Israel and the CIA. Insistent whining of a police siren behind, perhaps on Hancock or Furnace Brook Parkway. Howling and howling. It’s Sunday, and yes, I have to stuff ten kinds of shielding over the 10 parts of my head to keep from being blitzed into electroshocking, sleeping/narcolepsy, instant, with RF HPM continuous-wave, brain-death, and loss of vocabulary and memory. This is the cozy set-up we have here, with all parts of the Canned Hunt in operation. The elder Mazzeo witnessed wearing a black sweatshirt and khaki shorts, advertizing his MI5-CIAness as he came rushing out to stand back to me, diagonal, taking readings, mid-morning.
This was Before the FBI (I presume) helicopter plunged directly over my head at ferocious speed to high clatter and knife-whine at near 11, perhaps 10:55, as I stood beneath the canopy of honeysuckle and mock orange and contemplated planting sunflowers.
There seems to have been a kind of manic attempt to keep tabs of my every move every second this morning. Someone wasn’t getting something–some reading, and all sorts of silent and not-so-silent mania was attempted.
1:33 pm: Vroomer revs up and leaves up Pine. The small blue car probably. Seemed like he came right up to our parking spot to do that.
1:52 pm: A strange Bhooonk Bhoonk sound made with plastic buckets by the 146 Piners or Paris on Elmwood, on and on for a couple minutes. Rain on a drum maybe. CIA MISUSE OF FUNDS TO MAKE USELESS AUDIO SOUNDS AND EMPLOY A HUNDRED SAPPERS TO DO IT AS WELL.
1:53 pm: Now it is entirely possible the whole thing was staged, to make me sit around watching their idiot action and then write it down, wasting my every moment.
Sometimes, they have figured, I have a tendency to get OCDC that way. On and on, obsessed with Reportage.
Well why not give her something to Report then?
1:54 pm: I was outside doing gardening things. In the side yard. Then I heard a Blondie yelling to some kid. Ryan! she yelled. [It may have been Brian!] Come on Ryan, let’s go!
I went over to the side gate to have a look.
Before this, more yelling had gone on, and sudden notice of the “Neighbors”–that is, the Chen Limings. One set of Pretenders pretending to notice the Other. Oh hi, in as clammy and creamy a Voice as you can imagine. How are you doing? And the Chennie woman smarming right back and some child going Hi! [When they’re Reported, the whole lot of them come out and start playing Normal with a vengeance. Lots of neighborhood convivial then. Loud too, so it is Unmistakeable, their Pretending….]Very nice, oh good, and Ryan! again! Come on Buddy (this was after they did all the Child-Abuse with the girl-children), we gotta go!
Plum plum of that Basketball.
Looking through slats in the gate I saw that black SUV pull away and the child in the khaki shirt still by that hoop in the drive, bouncing.
I went back to my gardening and fixing things and drinking my Eight O’ Clock Coffee. And bird-feeding.
Note, the Chen Limings attack right away, seeking bladders, knees, heart, feet. Happened last night and again this morning. Serial couples, replacing each other, evincing cloning, often hiding a third party–a CIA scriptwriter for instance, as noticed the day of the Flaming Orange Ball–and playing Normal when found out. [They must have some ineffectual Internal Mechanism which runs into Damage Control mode soon as the Reportage gets too close to their Doings–Move the Abusive One out and bring the Next One in Quick! No, “she can’t change”. They mean the Really Nasty One whom they set up as a {Please, Kill me!} Target for their Unlawful Target in 2023, Spring, when she and the new Liming first landed, full with crazed, invented SIMULATIONS for their Day by Day Targeting for Confrontation and Crime-Constructing. 2:47 pm [PC crashed; this one’s the last remaining one still usable.][Battery drained and refusing to come back on; a drone flew by, ominously after first publication, then a series of sharp clicks by the Reflectix as the battery was dropped and wouldn’t come back on despite fussing with the connector.]
I was watering the–**Continued Below.
2:50 pm: Drone came up behind, very quiet. they must be experimenting with making them quieter and quieter, as they’re experimenting with making their Jerk Electroshocks on top of your head quieter and quieter so you get a frizz like jerk and you think at first nothing happened and then you realize yes, that was Something. This is how Brains can be Drained, right from the top of your head, and your Will attacked too, your Intention: Shock that thing you were Just going to do right out of your head.
2:52 pm: RF Pulses on right buttock and thigh where I sit: Mazzeos. Vulva touched and flickered: Chen Limings. Unable to breathe. That’s Nose stalking from the Chens and the Starsiak tenants both. The boy may or may not have left but they do this frequently. The adults leave and leave a 14-year old or 12 year old upstairs, to do the hitting. yes, a new kind of occurrence. That black pickup truck man used to be at home all day every day with his truck parked just opposite at head of his drive, hiting nonstop. RF congestion each time I went to the window or stood in my own kitchen, cooking or cleaning.
Beeping horns far away, and sound of drones and planes again… They are attempting to recreate China and India here, with constant background noise, the noise of cars, of people calling in houses, of construction.
2:56 pm:
**I was watering the crabapple when the little catbird which had hopped close as I was sprinkling sunflower and millet seeds into the little patch below the deck came flying up and sat on a branch, letting the spray fall over him. I lifted the hose high and the catbird flew into the spray. I was speaking to him, and watching the spray fall on the upper leaves, hearing that boy’s basketball thumping the drive–knowing really that this kid had been left behind as if to give the impression he had been abandoned by the Yeller Mom but not really, someone must still be in that house, but thinking to myself that if indeed he were a kid all alone he would know from the watering there were people nearby, watering their plants, surely a comforting knowing, the kind of idle thinking writers–or anyone–engage in, because in actuality the whole thing was a Plant or Set-up–the basketball may have stopped thumping then as the kid texted to Mom or Dad at the Watering Hole they call Hancock perhaps, the new “Public Safety HQ” for all the Roman Centurions (with tridents). I was watering the sumac on the other side and moving the hose when the sound of rushing tyres brought me to the slats to look. The Chevy Traverse had pulled into the Starsiak drive and was reversing. I caught a brief glimpse of pale spectacles and then that van swinging back.
I didn’t feel things were right but I presumed the guy had parked in front of their own house. Another SUV blasted past. all a kind of swarming. I wasn’t even outside. That’s something they do and have done very recently yet when I stepped out even for a half-moment.
Earlier several young men had been swarming at the Murphy drive.
Perhaps none of them appreciated my nice turban scarf with the ample space for shoving Reflectix and rubber and flashing.
3:09 pm: RF hit on shielding over spine–Mazzeo shed.
I didn’t feel things were right then. Which is why I put the hose down, switched off the faucet, picked up my seeding bowl and went inside. Upstairs, I fixed my scarf a bit and took some pics of that van parked there. Swarming as I was taking those pics, Other SUVs and cars flying up and down the street–I caught some of it. I had taken a pic of the blue SUV below my window, then took the other pics.
The Chevy left at 1 pm, perhaps taking the kid with it, or the other person hiding inside. I was hit directly from across as I stood at the art room after it left, briefly, on shielding in my underwear. Yes, this is what they are still doing. So obviously someone was still in that house.
Spot-flicker of radar on right foot. Shudder of wood in back. 3:13 pm.
They are pagan, I’m told, the Satanists. They know something about gematria and the numbers I don’t.
But they know I know about the vibrations. 3:14 pm.
Something was attempted by them this morning I think, and they are sending me a message. Or two. One, they haven’t stopped Leasing, Staying Opposite, Attacking in Silence, and Parking to Harass and Annoy. Two, they’re still running insane CHILD-AS-BAIT, call it abuse, get concerned, waste your time, write about it, whatever games. Three, that Child is being used to TRACK MONITOR AND STALK THE JOURNALIST AND AUTHOR. Four, they’re running HELICOPTERS OVER MY HEAD AT 10:55 AM, AS IF THEY CAN DO THAT WITHOUT CALLING ATTENTION TO THEMSELVES.
Dull radar throbs at right ear and jaw through Reflectix: 3:17 pm
Five, that’s DEFAMATION AND SMEARING TO THEMSELVES. All of the agencies in a huddle, defaming and smearing and lying and calling me a what? in order to fly helicopters over my head in my garden. “Crazy “bipolar” manic schizophrenic for Public Safety whose every breath we need to monitor”? Whichever way you look at it, One, they are Revealing Themselves, and Two, What they’re doing is frankly insane and ILLEGAL AND UNLAWFUL.
Lots of car door bangs from the Mazzeos at 3:30 pm.
5:56 pm: Reporting here that around 3:45 pm as I went out onto the porch [What an adventure] to grab my Wee boxes, left on the step by the Wee people–that’s Indian and Chinese goodies both, you can’t give up Wee–instantly a small brown car fled to my right from the hill area–perfectly timed for sudden ambush drive-across. Then, as I grabbed boxes [they pack the veggies & snacks in boxes, and the cold Lychee juice too], screaming erupted from the Chen Liming house. Lots of way-over-slightly-annoyed screaming. Sounded at first like people fighting, the new couple perhaps. The CIA (Chinese) scriptwriter who looked a lot like Fred (an old friend from DC, very DNC leadership-inclined) except, he was Chinese (Fred is Armenian-American)-American, with his near-Anglo-American accents and his giveaway black square CIA glasses, was there after all, scripting all the Action in that house, I wondered what the point was to the screaming and hollering as if angry and heartbroken at the same time as I unwrapped the bubble wrap from the cold Lychee juice and put the fresh curry leaves away,
To tell the truth, I had started to hurry with the boxes given the sudden screams and the equally sudden arrival of Blondie’s black SUV on the scene, tearing round the corner of Pine and Elmwood to catch the Outside Moment. She–in her many avatars–always has something Loud and Fresh to say and I wasn’t really keen on hearing it. Plus, I wondered if the Screamer in Hysterics was going to come out to the street with a Knife or a Machete, for that is how the Lime Neonsters script it, often. If the TARGET won’t target anyone, then the TARGET must be TARGETED–this is how we hear people have died in the past or been killed. Including one called Jeff Murray in South Carolina, according to the (old now) news on the mailing lists and coverage in their Press which they like to think is created by journalists (we can’t call them that); supposedly Jeff and a tenant or a fellow tenant went at it, at each other that is with guns of some kind–police showed up–and before you knew it both were dead or one–and Jeff apparently was one. [Story found: 911 calls: Residents had seen gunman in Mother’s Day shooting before; Mother of Whit Oliver upset Greenville police won’t share information] The problem with the mailing lists are the incessant lies, constructions, and fishings–as also with their Press, which is why kids these days are being sadly gypped. They can’t tell what is right and what is wrong, they can’t tell what stories really happened and if they did how exactly. The Israelis, the CIA MockOp Media, and the trained squirrels with typewriters over yon at the Paid Press write rubbish everyday–distortions, lies, bad English–and the children and the 30-year-olds read it and can’t tell which part of this is Crap and which part carefully veiled Messaging. The US Army and MI6 pride themselves on their “Psy Ops”–and the Psy Opping [mad horn siren in distance, along with tidmouse closeby, 6:12 pm] has gotten so bad no one can tell what’s real anymore. The Limesters and Flamesters have gotten so carried away by their Neon/Flame Setups that currently no one can tell if they’re real—they’re in print is all, and video too sometimes–but people have in the past been killed. The new Colorado shooter for instance looks fake the moment you see a pic of him–What we know about the suspect and victims in the Boulder attack | AP News–[although looking online now one sees numerous Colorado shootings]–and the whole tenor of that story with the Israel-Palestine aspect points to its being constructed. When CIA and Police contrive the event then run in and capture the “flamethrowers” — and use “non lethal weapons” on the protesters — then you know they’re covering all sides of it. In the newer Colorado Springs story, it looks like the Ambulance people are running the Crime and the newscasters–or vice versa. Colorado Springs police release more details, identify suspect in Austin Bluffs shooting caught on camera
[When you see Lavender or Lilac next to the grey like that and all that Medical Roman Blue as well, only One Conclusion to be reached, it’s SneakyMental in action.]
The screaming and broken jagged crying went on for a bit.
7:19 pm: Another firework, perhaps from Elmwood. And another.
Now in between putting the groceries away, I had left two boxes outside on the low front wall of the porch. When I went back and opened the door and grabbed them may have been when I got sprayed in the face again–two large bumps now on both my cheeks–front spray nanotech attack or sharpshooter-RFID attack. I’ll post a pic in a minute.
It could have also happened when I dashed down the side after putting the Wee boxes (left on the step) on the porch, since I had seen weedy things by the blue hydrangea on the side and needed to yank them. Which I did, also grabbing fallen twigs in the process, which someone had thrust into the shrubbery by the side of the house, the rhododendron. Was I sprayed from spigots set up in that Blue Medical Crime Car or their roof-gutters, made of plastic?
Then I also opened the side-door to find out where the screaming was coming from. Witnessed some fair-American kids — or Israeli who knows, they are all over the place in Massachusetts, playing German, sometimes Irish–in the Mergel house, all running high-pitched yelling like excited teenagers. One with her head back to me, motionless.
I didn’t see the Chen yellers then but the reason I opened that door was the words floated out from there. Not merely was that woman playacting or roleplaying her uncontrolled screaming and shouting–my name at one point seeming to be mentioned–someone else said things to her, about going to a Doctor. So she is playing Bipolar Manic schizophrenic and They are playing “Family” suggesting “Doctor.” I wondered if an Ambulance would come along next or POlice, from Quincy’s Secret Haven of Pumpable Crime. But on second thought, that seemed Remote in possibility. They don’t after all like to harm Themselves. They do like to Call POlice, just not on themselves. I packed the fresh Bok Choy and plump new Shiitake Mushrooms away, pausing to extract my new crystal wine glass from the second row of the cabinet over the coffeemaker–unused since early spring, when the wine ran out and I disdained to replenish, choosing to pursue Brain Health, or maybe Brain Retrieval instead–and pour some delicious cold lychee juice into it. [I sipped, thoughtfully.]
It is entirely possible the whole lot of them are just “Wasting Time.” But somehow, it seems their Intent to keep getting me keeps pulsing through.
At the window in the back around 6 when I sat down to report it, I was pulsed in the heart chakra and heart area quite insistently from directly back, the Chinese man’s house. I’ll have to find his name and house number. Maybe a tenant like the rest. Renting and attacking. A Starsiak situation, Ruane, and many others’ on this street.
7:40 pm: ELFs on bed, Buzzing at spine and narrowly averted heart hits a couple minutes ago (shed). Drones have come by here, and the pc has been battery-drained several times, pages removed, log-ins needed, incessantly. If I weren’t so well-ensconced among pillows I might consider flinging pcs and yelling–but I am quite calm with chocolate peanut butter candy (just one) and a bag of potato chips (the smallest size). I know I have to Exercise but surely protecting my heart and sitting still is more important. 7:43 pm.
7:45 pm: Let me report also that I found out the camera on this pc is rigged. Looking directly at it makes me look like I am looking sideways. Left becomes right and the background is reversed. I tried finding out where the camera really is–looks like 4 lenses on top–but all the pics look skewed now.
Bumps on cheeks:
10:06 pm: An Air Force plane flies directly overhead after I changed my seat on the bed. Blasthit on the back of my head has me reshielding. Pulse shots for EEG Cloning on the pulse–breath and voice attacked–assure me the Mazzeo-Starsiak-tenant-CIA clan haven’t stopped. Parked in their Canned-Hunter- stakeout, they point and shoot EMF Neurotech all day. My foot being outside Reflectix was just held and pulsed in an nSEP clamp. Insane Persistence? Keen desire for Orange Jumpsuits? The Mazzeos had an orange hose on their deck today (visible in pic above). I reject their threats and advances. They have razed our wildberry tree by the side so badly, the man weedwhacking that day was actually power sawing the tender young stems filled with greenery.
10:26 pm: After sudden heat hits and insistent ELFs attacking private parts I am cowering under more shielding> For 15 minutes perhaps, the Chens sent LRADs nonstop to the Reflectix Roll. Reading Agreement between the U.S. and Israel on Cooperating in Science and Technology for Homeland Security Matters is something they simply cannot stand, they say. 10:31 pm.
10:36 pm: Extremely loud and nasty LRAD hit on shield by my seat–from the right–Chen Limings?
Intense juddering on bed–sleep attack.1056 pm.
ELFs on bed. Electro jerk shocks on head. 10:57,8,9 pm
11:16 pm: And this is what they didn’t want me to take in. MAJOR ALERT TO ALL UNLAWFULLY TARGETED. “Threat Data” and “Experimental Data” supplied to Israel and US.
“Threat Data”: Threat Letters from the FBI to Families? NSLs are Threat Letters.
Or do they mean FABRICATED THREAT DATA which the criminals parked next to you concoct, to stick in their fancy cross-country databases–permitting the IDF to release its sinister thugs to come here to the US to blast you with THEIR heat weaponry in addition to the Air Force’s Heat Weaponry? AND MUCH MORE.
Planes across backyards. 11:26 pm. Heat in my cave.
11:55 pm: Blasthit at shielding at seat–survived and moved.
Private Print Logs, June 16, 2025:
12:00 am: Sudden blast hit at heart while in bathroom–Chen Liming side, perhaps upstairs. Moved the plate under my sweater to the left, saved my life.
12:12 pm: Walking downstairs, sudden tearing blast into the joint between my right thigh and pelvis. Had I not had my hand on the bannister, I would have fallen. I had my empty plate in my right hand and left on the rail.
1:05 am: Now: pitter patter of heart hits transferred to the sound shield, moved a bit.
I looked out the window after I came down and saw some downstairs lights at the Mazzeos on, plus the red tail light bright on a brownish SUV/minivan style parked in front of the Ruane house beyond the oak. Could have been the source of the joint hit.
I said a few prayers and did some sending of Light energy to both areas and to the Chen Liming house. I’m quite tired and will sleep soon as I complete some reading. There are vicious factions in the CIA, FBI, DHS, and in all the foreign terrorist brigades they have let into the USA, permitting them to attack Americans, calling it “Co-operative activity”–on whose body?
No Ethics, No Law. Just arbitrary “agreements” minus divulgence to the people.
1:12 am. More shielding and moving as Mazzeos send more hits in. I said those prayers at the front window–Chens shout Gawd! from the Reflectix as I shield. They want a Heart Attack now, they are adamant. 1:13 am–and by the time I put my plate down, washed my hands and came to that window they had switched off the engine. Dark, and I knew they were sitting inside, quiet. It is simple enough to put one’s hand up and send all their negative energy right back to them. Breathe when you are doing it for Breath is Prana, God. Shreem, Om Shree Matha Namaha. I personally don’t have much to offer in the face of Evil Incarnate of this fashion. Calling on God to address it seemed like the right thing to do. 1:16 am.
1:55 am: Drone overhead, very quiet. Then RF radar hits on shielding at left breast.
To clarify, it is a calling of God to do the aarthi puja movement with the hands, moving the hands in a circle, clockwise. That’s the kind of energy movement of the hands I was called to make, sending positive energy into the world, in their direction.
2:09 am: Massive hit on shielding to left and another hit at heart–Mazzeo side. Closing for the night. 2:10 am.
11:17 am: Police sirens howling away somewhere–as all morning. I was outside watering and sweeping the deck. Arborvitae from the Grande Olde Dame in front have sprouted inside a packet and I planted them. I poured the entire contents of one Top Soil bag into one of the large black and white patterned planters from Ocean State Job Lot. (Bought in 2022 I think.) Then morning glory. I stuck the tall rose planter trellis in it and secured it with stones. Rudbeckia seeds scattered.
11:21 am: I am moving forward having figured out what they really are doing. They want you to suffer so they attack you 24/7 every second. They want you to swerve from your own path in life so they arrange distractions, nonstop. They want to turn you into a negative-energy creature so they harass, provoke, and annoy, most extremely, every second.
I was on the deck, putting a little millet and sunflower seeds into the tiny red house shaped feeder when noises behind made me turn around. A couple was entering that house. Blond and bearded head, male, with glasses, and round head dark hair with blonde streaks, woman. The man held the door open for her while she seemed to fumble with the lock. Then he turned and stared at me. I kept my eyes on him. These are sharpshooters from Israel and my face has been sharpshot just yesterday–by who I don’t know. Could have been them. He went into the house then popped his head out and stared again. He did not speak and nor did I. It was obvious this was gangstalky behavior: that’s Planned Terrorism, staring full-on in the face. But they are terrorists and know it, and have not responded to my notices yet attacked our foliage again. The walnut tree is seriously denuded. The wildberry tree attacked. Our ferns burned last year and the weedwhacker from last week who made the racket has razed the lower branches of our tree and possibly the edges of the ferns too. They know what they are doing.
Last night I was seriously attacked at the heart by the lot of them. The 2 SUVs were in the drive, silent when these 2 appeared–either dropped off or walking round the corner from Kibbutz No 2 or 3.
That Agreement between the US and Israel is criminal, unlawful, and illegal. That’s what the “lawyers” at DHS and US Gov are doing, permitting Killing Fields inside America: how can it be by LAW of any kind? There is no LAW permitting “Co-operative Activities’ which involve Mutilation, Disfigurement, Radio Molesting, Radio Murder, Radio Slavery, and Subjecting People to Lifetime Torture. DId the CIA-CFR do it? OR was it Britain? Was it the Queen and King, previous? WINDSOR: Have they read this Agreement? Have they read my Memos and articles and news reports? And those of all behind me and the FBI and CIA and NSA whistleblowers’? Who will take the fall for this?
For that’s what we need: Americans exposing this, and revealing what it really is: It’s Torture, Slavery, and IP Theft. They’re stealing our Brains, our Thinking, bullshitting about “mapping neural networks.” No. They have Acoustic Neurotech now and what it does is stop you from thinking, remove your thoughts, replay them as if theirs, and cut off your proficiencies with language and expression. CRIMINAL in every way you can imagine. DARPA, the CIA, and DHS, FBI, PDs all know about it, are using it, and using bad-Indlish voices to also remove Accent and Diction. Did the Queen approve this? The Queen’s English: now to be reserved for a Select Few and the rest to be BRAIN DEGRADED, demoted to REMOVAL OF ENGLISH. We are beyond Minority Report here, we are in a Dystopia that needs stopping by all. 11:37 am.
11:37 am: Reporting also: Vulva Itch attacks, low pulses, high frequency, sent up from that blue SUV parked in their drive, (measured by sound shield), bladder hits yesterday, spinal heating, hearthits from behind on the ribcage, shoulder and arm hits from front and back, and endless drones and planes this morning, some high, some blasting low across Beale making a racket. All of Quincy is being targeted by the NETWORK OF CRIMINALS operative here.
Black Pickup witnessed in their drive facing outward this morning around 9:30. Many diff kinds of sirens playing then, around 9:33. It’s witchcraft they’re practicing, their desire is to destroy the Earth and Nature’s most calm, harmonious, joyful, energy-filled vibrations.
If you have a garden, plant trees and flowering plants and vegetables. Spend time in Nature despite these actions by them. We have Crossed Over into the Golden Age. Yet this insanity from them, loud-voiced, loud-noised continues. Point it out to their City Councils and Mayors–incessantly speak of the Police and Fire sirens: for they have no business Disturbing Our Peace.
And feed the birds, the squirrels. Give them water every single day. Wash out their bowls and takeout containers. Keep their areas clean in your garden. When you hear them sing nearby they are speaking to you, asking. Just remember, it’s not till the blackberries and raspberries bloom and fruit that they can get to eat from Nature. If you hear the birds they are living close to us for a reason and they need and want our attention. It is our job to feed them, to take care of them–they are backyard birds and neighborhood birds, they are not wild, entirely.
11:44 am: Odd bang in front. I hope they’re not sending LRADs at the front door.
12:21 pm: Massive RF hit on back of brain to force EEG cloning takeover of breathing, despite shielding. I have major cover on my head yet hits have occurred.
Reporting also that that heart fibs right now after a drone hovered reminded me I was heat-congested also on the deck–most probably from the Mazzeo shed–as I cleaned the birdbath and added fresh water and swept.
They don’t want me to EXIST without BRAIN-DEATH, REMOVAL OF ENGLISH, AND AN INDUCED HEART CONDITION, BROKEN KNEES AND JOINTS AS WELL. “Oh yes we’ll let you live, You just have to be permanently disabled and leave all your Thoughts to us.”
Further, buzzing of my spine here after that drone above having led to sticking a basting pan behind me, alerts me they are still working on putting me to sleep through spine and temple hits.
1:47 pm: Reading about the theft of IP from brains in the US-Israel agreement. “The light citrus scent of mock orange above and around me” this morning, thought, a thinking, a movement into language as I watered, repeated in the replay Machine Intel voice of Ngoan Chen and her accomplices next door, stolen, in the process of stealing, using “predictive programming,” using initial neural network mapping, using eavesdropped Brain-Decoding, living next door and listening to your Thoughts, your THOUGHTS, in the action of thinking, your words and how they move through YOUR BRAIN–Phillip, the criminal CIA agent at Bournewood: We just wanted to know your PROCESSES. YOU don’t need to know.–The CIA, confessing. And ISRAEL a part of it: MAZZEO COLLUSION WITH QUINCY POLICE, BOSTON FBI. VANGUARD, PWC–THE MANY CLONE AND NON CLONE BRIGADE, CIA, QDC, US MINT (PWC). ISRAEL given my brain, my thinking. SOUTH SHORE must be a criminal Israeli-US operation, as all the Ambulance Corporations must be. UK-US-Israeli. And Russian and Chinese in there somewhere I speculate–and as Anna has revealed partially. 1:52 pm
The slight citrus scent of mock orange.
The light citrus scent of mock orange.
They have put BCI-CBI tech in me which permits NEURO STEALING.
While running SIMULATION OPS to write in crap like “BIPOLAR” on the United Health records.
ISRAEL and the CIA are BRAIN THIEVES stealing the IP of an INDIAN-AMERICAN WRITER AND JOURNALIST. Obviously: I take exception to it. 1:55 pm.
ELFS on bed, radar at my heart, sound of a drone, and 2pm
2:20 pm: Mazzeos rev car and sit, after multiple car bangs. Then leave, after a minute of sitting. Standing waves sent in.
Ngoan Chen’s voice repeats these lines just before they’re written,
Circle ops Neuro AI mentions standing waves first.
3:00 pm: Total freeze of pages here. Neuroactivated bluejay sent to the backyard to cry in his broken voice–they have broken his voice, the Israeli freaks living here. With DARPA-CIA.
Then enforced double log-ins.
Refusal of Monosnap to work.
When You’re ZIsraeli and you’re CIA you can CYBERHACK TILL YOU DROP.
Zoomer flies by.
They’re pissed because the AGREEMENT is NOTHING BUT TREASON.
The people who signed it are not LAWMAKERS nor are they AMERICAN. So essentially we have TRAITORS TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA SETTING UP COZY NASTY SELLOUT OPS AGREEMENTS WITH ISRAEL to steal the BRAINS OF AMERICANS, to steal the LIVES OF AMERICANS, and PROFIT INTERMINABLY FROM IT. THIS IS AN AGREEMENT CREATED COURTESY BRITAIN. SO, a conspiracy from the UK and the US Inc criminals to take down America from the inside in this fashion, Every Neurotech company, every medical device company, every unlicensed radio device company in this country is a Criminal, operating Criminally against Americans. Israel is outright criminal, UK is outright criminal, US Inc is outright criminal. I suggest EVERYONE who cares about the USA RETURN TO THE LAND AND SOIL IMMEDIATELY before they come for your land, your house, your children, and your Brain. Real Lawmaking needs to return–for these MOUS, Agreements, and Policies are all criminal and stand against all Law we have on the books. National and International.
Please read and listen to Anna von Reitz’s writing and webinars to learn the real history of the USA and world,
The US and Israel establish in the language of this missive that they will CLEAVE UNTO EACH OTHER UNTO DEATH, running each other’s crimes for free. 3:13 pm
“Let’s pretend that means something”
And apparently this is why they tried to kill me last night–and are paying such fond attention to my heart this morning–and afternoon. 3:21 pm/June 16, 2025.
9:24 pm: Mazzeos in car below stop my attempts to fax the Midwest Letter of Notification to United Health and disappear the letter as I try to fax it. Bangs from their car door and sudden spider radar at my anus informs me of their manic, demonic presence. These men belong to all sorts of Boat Clubs in Boston: the CIA, the FBI, the PD, secret, the CFC, the BRIC, the DHS, and Israel, and they are fixated on nether regions, spider radar, RNM–all done in secret they believe –So Secret I cannot speak about it and be believed, the whole place is Secret they think. Right, and I am most definitely Under Classified Cover Forever. To be MAIMED, DEFAMED, MUTILATED, DISFIGURED, BURNED ALIVE, IRRADIATED NIGHT AND DAY, BONES BROKEN, PRIVATE-PART-ASSAULTED, and NO, NO ONE WILL NOTICE A THING.
And oh yes, a young WOMAN’s presence permits the SPIDER RADAR ON MY ANUS, ISRAEL?
It doesn’t, and something is wrong with ALL YOUR HEADS. 9:30 pm.
Lots of knee hits both knees as I wrote the above. Why am I writing the above? Any guesses? I AM REPORTING THE FACTS HERE ON THE GROUND IN BENIGHTED BOSTON. Loud thump on the bed from behind, from the Starsiak PD leasees. 9:31 pm.
There appears to be an unspoken belief among the loudest noise-harassers on this street–entire evening and day filled with shouting, yelling, raucous calls to children, children made to squeal and scream, a new set of Chen kids not taught to call for Ma or Pa but just squall, insanely–that THEY are “Under Classified Cover” and they can do just about ANYTHING They want (car door bang, Mazzeos, 9:34 pm) and No one will EVER know, and no one will EVER find them out, they have it all tied up in their RIGHT-HERE CIA HANGOUT and BEING PROTECTED AT THE HIGHEST LEVELS they are FREE TO ATTACK AND ASSAULT AMERICANS AS MUCH AS THEY WANT. 9:36 pm.
Touching my private parts is TORTURE. Can you spell that, Quincy Police and CIA?
The weapons being used here–by the freaks who think they can say they are playing Public Safety while swarming all over a woman’s private parts–are so insane UNLAWFUL they are NOT GOING TO BE PERMITTED FOR USE ON ANY HUMAN OR LIVING BODY. The CIA will have to be dissolved, there is no other go for it. The Quincy Police Department and the Boston FBI are seriously corrupt. They run on lies, they build mad false-constructs [bubble and bucket sounds from Mazzeo shed, they do agree, 9:40 pm], they have been running Terror and Trauma here for a long time. They will not last. Not in their current configuration. 9:40 pm.
10:57 pm: Intense pulsing cramp, electric in my right upper arm. From the direction of the Chen Limings or possibly also behind, the black or grey SUV which has suddenly parked in front of our house. So, Israel and the CIA would like to break my right arm and stop me from writing altogether. Yes I am shielding further. 10:58 pm.
Private Print Logs, Tuesday June 17, 2025
12:26 am: The black SUV has left. Mazzeos and Chens have taken it in turns to attack, Very loud LRAD on bed a few minutes ago,
12:28 am, 6/17–Burning skin burn weapon on right knee area. Jerkshock from head. Shielding.
12:33 am: Another jerk electroshock unmistakeable on whole head–how did they do it? I had a foam pad above my head. I moved, dragged another rubber/foam pad shield to my back and back of head. Instant beep from the street. I look at the time and I see why.
12:49 am: A zoomer just left the street. The white and black SUV or the small blue vroomer? Did they zoom away after playing a part in the behind-head head hits? Chens are whacking from the right as well.
12:43 pm: Intense blast hits at private parts–shielded–as I sit down after a pleasant morning reading and having breakfast. Compelled to reshield as lawnmowers run, and weird sounds are yelled out by the resident Watchers and Stalkers on Pine. The Stay at Homers for Nonstop Stalking with Radio Weaponry: of a Woman’s Private Parts. When they accepted Satan’s Commission is not clear, what IS clear though is the Boston FBI, the Quincy POlice Department, the Boston CIA, ISrael-Mazzeo club, the CCP next door and the US Army have all decided to join Satan’s Secret Service and play Special Friend to Satan, with Secret KIllshots to Mooladhara Chakras and Manipura Chakras. ELFs and Hifi together from all directions will do it. 1:00 pm [Confirming LRAD on RR above.]
1:21 pm: Back with further shielding. Apparently the CIA wants me to spend my life using and describing shielding. Yet another Career Move to marvel at. Who knew such Promotions abounded, in Boston, the City of the “Educated”?
1:22 pm: Merely reporting for the moment: a small black SUV witnessed pulling out of the Chen Liming driveway and going up the hill, parked there for readings possibly; while directly after a small square and rectangle-shaped white minivan went down the hill.
I was woken at 6:35 am — and earlier– by Mazzeo sounds and sharp hits at the tag at my heart. The blue-SUV people I thought were South Shore. They are South Shore affiliated if they’re sending RF signals to those tags.
Stop! say the Mazzeos from the oven mylar to my left–1:27 pm. Perhaps they’re not able to get in after all. But a minute ago someone hit a spot on my head to force a sigh out of my mouth. How do I stop them? Once again, throwing shielding over my head.
Walking outside with birdseed onto the deck, thinking about the US military, how all of them were criminals, a plane-Air Force plane–plunged overhead–(grey and overcast then)–with Machine Intel reading out my thoughts in Machine Intel groany Israeli dadagiri voice–Do you know what you are saying? You are standing against the entire US MIlitary! You are talking about ending the Air Force the Army and the Navy!–They are the ones being Treasonous, I said to myself, cleaning the birdbath, and I was right. That Plane went on by, toward Boston, mumbling and grumbling.
Then later I read a bit of Sibel Edmonds’ “Classified Woman” which came in the mail yesterday. On page 28 she talks about the FBI in Wilmington and Philadelphia running out and capturing people en masse, numbers of them, Turkish, Farsi speaking, anyone who looked faintly Middle Eastern probably (RNM under my right knee from the criminal Mazzeo-Israel-CIA Klub of Brain Grabbing Criminals, 1:33 pm) and wanting to fill up their numbers for HQ wanted them to and they had Quotas and they were doing it. Quotas: It is obvious today the Police have quotas and the EMS freaks too, who are murdering people with Ketamine (witness Matthew Perry) and other drugs. Apparently that one is a psychedelic so I may not have been hit with that–but what did they hit me with? At the Quincy District Court, at South Shore Hospital, both several times, what horror drug? My body doesn’t respond to powerful allopathic drugs well. I often swell, get inflamed, get hives, can’t breathe very well. *** [***I don’t take allopathic drugs, haven’t, for decades.] They might have killed me. That doesn’t seem to bother them. They put their blue gloves on and rely on their EMS Reference Manual which is full of palliatives. They don’t seem to think there is Liability involved, in their Practice of Terror.
EMS Pharmacology Reference Guide
The other thing she wrote about early is the Budgeting in her department, her boss wanting her to spend that travel budget instead of hurrying back to Washington after her field trips. Budgets and quotas: How the FBI Spends Money and Captures People Just Because It Has Guns and It Thinks It Can. The Boston FBI has committed MASSIVE MASSIVE MASSIVE CRIMES AGAINST ME. I have not thought about them much lately but I am thinking about them now. I have to decide what to do about them.
Sound of a plane droning above. I was blasted with heat a few seconds earlier, from the Quincy PD-Starsiak Club for Delinquents. Directly behind that is.
I was also drugged IN MY OWN HOME by the criminal clones and non-clones from Price Waterhouse waltzing in and out of here with the clones of my daughter, as calm as clams, but each of them running crazed Harassment Programs on me with intent apparently to rile me into yelling at them. Then, another POlice grab? I am just thinking about it. There were so MANY INCIDENTS. All insane, and they kept trickle-continuing into Summer ’23 and Summer ’24. December ’24 is when I refused to let one in. And won’t again. Not until they all come clean and speak to Paul first, in my presence.
Haldol was one–who knows what else? Someone threw mushrooms into our yard that spring, in 2023. Several kinds. Large and yellow and gray and red. Amanitas, Omphalotus? They looked poisonous and terrifying. Initially I put them in ziplocs as Evidence. Then I threw them away–for how many years was I going to keep them? And which Court cared? None does, currently. I didn’t want the birds to eat them and die. I cleaned the deck and the deck garden of these thrown-in horrors, as I also buried the dead rats and bird that started appearing. The first I put in a trash can, after days of not being able to find it. Two I said prayers over, suddenly finding in my hands and words shamanic powers from another dimension.
I could start writing about otherworldly things again but I have to get back to Israel. They have run rings around us, and here in Massachusetts, they are as plentiful as chanterelles. Or perhaps, I should say, clutches of oyster mushrooms or the small delicate Enokis. I don’t mean their character here–which is every bit as secretive and avaricious as you can imagine. The ones next door have shown themselves to be First Tier Assassins. They won’t stop at anything they assure me everyday with their Cavitation Radar Knives at my throat. [They’re the ones who threw the most dead rats and birds in, the spring of 2024 and summer as well.] I buried Zippy as well last spring, 2024, in March, with the one who didn’t look like Paul but could assume his mien, and cried, even. Zippy was killed by all of them–do they think about this? Do they realize what they did, what they have done?
Yesterday as I picked up the mail and my new black baseball cap for stuffing things in, I found a small black-capped six-edged long screw placed carefully to the side, on the porch carpet. Not part of our porch gate. But someone had come across and placed that thing here. Why? Sending me a message? I thought about it only this morning, and NO, CIA, NO, QPD, you don’t get to tell me Blacktop is here forever and you’re going to stick more Neurotech into my head (they have Powerdrilled Neurostims into people’s heads after knocking them out with deadly drugs)–but it seems like that’s what they’re trying to tell me.
That and the Air Force Plane this morning with its Israeli groaning.
What bet the US Air Force and the CIA have To STOP THESE CRIMINAL PROJECTS ON MY HEAD AND EVERYONE ELSE’S?
You can’t say “I am sending them to their graves” apparently.
They get excited then and “call POlice.”
I am pondering my next action. But I have a few I have DONE ALREADY.
Just say your prayers every minute and send WAVES OF LIGHT toward them. They will instantly dissolve is my hope, and it is the ONLY THING TO BE DONE NOW. Light is quite high-frequency, and all the mad vibrations they set up all morning when I was outside–sounding crazed and chaotic, sirens included–cannot stand against LIGHT. So try LIGHT INSTEAD is my plan. Meditation light is the most brilliant and the most powerful but they don’t let people meditate sometimes. Imagine light. Close your eyes and send YOUR LIGHT into the universe. We are SICK OF THEIR NEGATIVE VIBRATIONS. We have all HAD ENOUGH. LIGHT however, they cannot “combat” nor can they Fault, in any way whatsoever. Most of them at this point are seriously FLAILING. Their own asses are on the line, and you can believe that. It’s your own light and the LIGHT OF YOUR INTENTION. Mine is firmly set against them and they don’t need to bother telling me who they are, I am against them. ALL. 2:22 pm (!!!)
Israel-CIA-Mazzeo Burning and Irradiation of Trees in Massachusetts
Hawthorn Tree attacked, berries irradiated. New berries, just coming up, light green, turned overnight to dry and brown. The entire set of branches holding them withered and flaccid, like the trunk of the arborvitae across the yard they have attacked, which I have been striving to water, to bring back. Withered on both sides. This is the entire crop of hawthorn berries–which mockingbirds and catbirds love, which robins are drawn to.
Our gardens are bird havens, honoring the wild trees of America. Hawthorns are ancient, their berries are bright red in winter, their pagoda-shaped leaves flaming to orange and red, striking in shape and form. The birds of the Northeast–like every place with winters–need food in winter and rarely find it except on trees like the hawthorn which retain their berries long. To attack their berries in this fashion is to deny the birds their berries in summer and in winter. Why are they doing this? Idly sitting upstairs in their attic rooms, pointing and shooting, like the QDC man who attacked our rhododendron, directly opposite.
Curb your Satanism, please. These trees are not yours, nor the berries, nor the Life they represent. Those who come here to attack the birds, the trees, and the living women and men, need to be Deported. They can’t be permitted to stay and desecrate America in this fashion. 4:31 pm.
The Harassive Parking Club: Starsiak Tenants–Chevy Traverse & Black Silverado Pickup
5:10 pm: Let me not forget to report that the current Blondie, a shorter one, was out there at 4 as I was further exploring the Camera lenses–and failing to find anything further–and apparently letting a Crawler out on the street and a 4 year old run about then hysterically running after them screaming Sunny Sunny (name of our first child–a sweet little fluffy puppydog, a cross between a Golden Retriever and an Afghan, absolutely darling) Sunny come back! –as if Anyone would let a crawling child all the way out of the house and down the sidewalk–of course, it may have been a dog, all I saw later was her clutching something pale to her bosom and the short kid-runner following behind with “7” in yellow and black emblazoned on his shirt–she seemed to be talking to it as if it were an actual Child though, and the kid was called “Ryan” it appeared for she went on, calling his name too. I mention this because it seems the current Ngoan Chen and the current Kimby J (herself, shorter than the other one, younger, cloned probably) have to now play Bipolar Manic Schizophrenic and run about yelling Hysterically so all can hear.
[There is no such thing as Bipolar Manic Schizophrenic–there is only Acting–but don’t tell them–the poor things make their living beating up people with Radio Weaponry (silently, through-wall and through-chassis) and are thrilled when their Script has them needing to Voice something. ]
And that’s what the CIA does–with taxpayer money–sit around writing crappy scripts and skits, and fly agents into asylums where they maintain the Lies very well by just disappearing (Richard Spiro, Bournewood, Madison Allred, Bournewood), wearing Black Masks (Samantha Bayuk, Bournewood), doing illegal things, pretending they are really not there and don’t have to do anything (Raphael Weinstein, Bournewood), or just giving sidelong looks to see if anyone’s going to rat them out yet (Mary, Bournewood) and proceeding, gaily, all of them pretending there is such a thing as “Mental Illness.” The CIA does a lot of Other Things as well, they are especially interested in Spine-Buzzing and Sharpshooting, Spray Nanoteching and Knocking Out for Implanting, but sometimes they do take a break. Just last night — or wait, the night before, I came downstairs and smelled Chani in the den, they were relaxing a bit from the Human Shit and DeadRat smells and simply moving on to excrement from Cows, a most familiar smell really, to anyone from India, we have smelled it all our lives there. That was the Mazzeo-CIA Club of Krims then, and on Sunday night I found the pressure-cooker vessel I had made the mashed potatoes in on Friday night, it had been closed, or just teensily open at one end and hidden by the pile in the tray by the sink, and the Chen Limings had been spraying Mold then so that explains it, it was pocked heavily with black mold, and I had to stare fascinated for quite some time before I set to and cleaned it. Black Mold has been sprayed then by them for the past few days, which explains my sudden cough and feeling of mucus as I tried to sing this morning, failing, sadly: Black Mold is the killer fungus they are using now in our kitchen. Vents and Light Vents taken. I wonder when the End will come? I know they are all waiting, “with bated breath.” 5:32 pm.
Striving to protect my RF-Pulsed Voice [They don’t like me singing] and Camera-seeking (and failing: not one of those lenses work):
5:52 pm: Squeak of that screen door and Mazzeos rushing out–like a Waterfall. Then a sharp RF Poke in my left ribcage by my heart and Techno Acousto blasted in: Get up! [Did they really say that?] They appear to believe they can Harry me. [Blasthit on shielding behind, 5:58 pm, as on porch gate or mailbox, downstairs as well, absolute flurry of RF pulse hits at the shield at my heart.]
ELECTRIFICATION AND NONSTOP SPINAL PULSING: QDC-QPD Starsiak Tenants, 7:40 pm to 7:50 pm
8:06 pm: Was just by the door to see who was pulsing me. A white SUV blasted down Pine and parked by the Ruane drive. Someone from the Blondie house went over and they blasted off as I stood watching. The street filled with cars. I was pulsed directly in th emiddle of my back, my head, my lower spine. I was bathed in a sea of electricity. It felt like being electrified. For ten minutes I was blasted in this fashion with very high frequency RF. [As I write Techno Acousto Machine Intel amps and broadcasts these lines into the backyards, in still softish form–not superloud but audible–Indlish voices interceding with exclamations. 8:11 pm.] I stayed sitting, looking out into the damp evening and green leaves, a small chickadee at the birdfeeder, thinking. I tried stopping the pulsing by closing circuit with both hands on my skin, at my legs, face, neck. It didn’t happen. It didn’t stop. This is quite often what I am dealt, when I am sitting, particularly in certain spots. At one point, as I touched my neck, Blondie’s SUV let out a honk.
ATRIAL FIBRILLATION FROM EMS AED MACHINE FROM MAZZEOS, 7:30 pm to 7:50 pm
As I sat, I had first felt an atrial fib at my heart, slight, from the left where the Mazzeo SUVs are parked, and told myself I needed to write about it. I have seen the Mazzeos carry an AED into their house. I know those police people probably have them too. That Mazzeo shed is filled with weaponry and I am frequently hit with heart-congesting frequencies when I come out onto the deck, go down into the back garden or sit in the den by the deck. They seem intent on GIVING me a “heart condition”. [Right now, 8:14 pm, I am being pulsed on my spine again, moved a shield against my back, to shield it better. This is coming from the Mazzeo house. 8:15 pm. Dashing of wooden sounds and the word “Incredible” floated over them, 8:14 pm.]
8:18 pm: Moved oven mylar over my head to stop the pulsing from the top of my head–radar pencils aimed at my head by the Mazzeos and Chen Limings both I would suspect.
8:19 pm: Mazzeos just accessed the (2 or 3) RFID chips sharpshot and syringe-shot into my left upper arm,
ELECTRIFICATION AND ATRIAL FIBRILLATION=INTENDED MURDER AND COMPLETE REMOVAL OF PRIVACY
I cannot move, cannot think, cannot breathe, when I am being electrified in that fashion. It is close to being electrocuted. That short blonde woman, pretending to be hysterical, is apparently an executioner. Was her father one too? She does look Nazi. They all do, The first Blondie acted it, and acted it consistently for 4 years, attacking my left leg, thigh, hip, arm, and heart with quite some savage intensity, from early-2023 especially, but also earlier. Their changing in and out, they think, protects them. But THIS is what they are doing with these weapons.
Why exactly are they PULSING ME TO DEATH WHEN I AM SITTING ON MY OWN COUCH IN THE PRIVACY OF MY OWN HOME?
Why?
I am being pulsed front and back currently. My chakras being pulsed: Chen Liming shed and Moran house. Spine: Mazzeos.
I have to stick shielding in front and in back to stop it. I can’t sit and eat my dinner without being pulsed, apparently. “BIPOLAR MANIC SCHIZOPHRENIC PUBLIC SAFETY?”
So it is LIES they tell themselves and the Boston FBI, the Boston CIA, the Quincy PD, the DHS: the CFC, run the Lie-telling so they can USE THESE WEAPONS. That’s what they want, to USE THESE WEAPONS and lie about their “being needed” and “being effective”–at what? SILENCING AND TERRORIZING EVERYONE TO BITS WHILE ELECTROCUTING THEIR “VICTIMS”? Who said they could play Executioner 24/7 in our Neighborhoods, pretending to be Normal People but being INSANE MILITARY AND POLICE PAID TERRORISTS?
CIA-ISRAEL-CHINA-CCP-QPD ENSLAVEMENT TO THEIR NEURO-OPS & MEMORY OPS
8:30 pm: I was by the sink around 7:15 pm, thinking about dinner, having just fed the birds one last time a few morsels of corn when from next door more Techno Acousto started. It’s become obvious they are trying to imitate the Background Noise one hears in Indian city and suburban neighborhoods. The woman next door began a conversation in seemingly distant shouting and clatter. Cadences of Indian languages spoken in her Chinese voice. On and on. I contemplated turning on the radio to drown her babble. But recalled the radio has been playing utter moronia lately–Gospel channels suddenly being loudest or inane local country where the anchors go on and on in some kind of weird question-answer scripted chat scenario which asks to be switched off at speed. Then my phone. MY PHONE IS COMPLETELY UNUSABLE. AN IPHONE 11, SUDDENLY COMPLETELY UNUSABLE. Nothing works and I can call no one nor can anyone call me. Texts have disappeared, photos ditto. I can’t clean out my photos so I can try again to take some. Camera doesn’t work. Storage messages come on, uselessly, for the photos can’t be seen, nor the camera. So the BLUETOOTHERS next door have ENSLAVED ME. The CIA-MAZZEO-ISRAEL “Controlled Access Program” next door and the Fatass and Friends from QDC-QPD who messes with my grocery orders, my Amazon orders, my front walk, and my life, and the Chinese CCP club [Nazi barking dog, 8:38 pm] who does the same HAVE FROZEN MY ONLY FORM OF COMMUNICATION AND LEARNING. [Extreme ADT heat on my neck: Mazzeos and QPD, 8:39 pm, Weird shit smell too in the room, vented from above: Mazzeos. ] SO SORRY, I’m NOT SUPPOSED TO BE MENTIONING THE CIA? OR ISRAEL OR THE CCP? THEY ARE ALL INVOLVED HERE. It’s like “GLASNOST” and “PEACE ENFORCEMENT” ON STEROIDS in LITTLE UN QUINCY here. Russians across the way and in the Mazzeo Kibbutz as well. THEY HAVE RADAR AND MILLIMETERWAVE WEAPONS AND THEY ARE USING THEM. You can’t point out the ENSLAVEMENT FACTOR, they get pissy. MORE WEAPONRY USAGE THEN. Have I described what is happening here? THERE IS NO END TO THEIR CRIME, NO END TO THEIR USE OF CLASSIC TORTURE TECHNIQUES.
And how are they getting away with any of this?
None of this is “Public Safety” and None of this is “Healthcare for the POOR SAD BIPOLAR SCHIZOPHRENIC” which by the way are Words, scripted by the CIA-MAZZEO crowd and written into their own private scripts while getting the goons at Bournewood to write “Bipolar” (for a Leaving Label: No Proof Whatsoever, not even Viable as a Lie–and there is no such thing as “Bipolar”, it’s a favorite ruse of DSM-using Psychos especially for Males but also for Women Who Speak and Write; the CIA-Mazzeos write it for the Police, so QPD can TERRORIZE TO INFINITY, claiming “BIPOLAR DANGER DANGER” and “PUBLIC SAFETY–we are COMMUNITY POLICING”–Intense synth and high frequencies in room, 8:51 pm) and the criminals at Midwest Medical Transport to suggest similar. [No I haven’t done with exposing all of these characters and will need to expose further and address further the LIES of “schizophrenia” and “bipolar” and similar shortly.]
The Mazzeos mess with my browsers and they also go in and change the United Health records online to say anything they want (random labels, random “prescriptions” which are non-existent). They are CIA–in addition to whatever else: IDF, Yeshiva, an Israeli Neurotech startup engaging in IP THEFT, etc. I WILL BE EXPOSING ISRAEL BIOTECH AND NEUROTECH IN MASSACHUSETTS AND IN THE USA SHORTLY. 8:46 pm.
As I got up to put my plate away just now (just finished my cold dinner) Drug! said the pie pan on the bed–Techno Acousto, Projected Sound from the Mazzeo attic room. So this is a DRUG? ELECTROCUTING me is a DRUG?
When I got back from Bournewood I do recall that for a long time this kind of ELECTROCUTION was applied to me, particularly when I sat in the family den or on the couch in the front room, and those people across the street and their incessant parking in front of our house–plus all sorts of random big-truck parkers–were involved. Mazzeos too. So they are trying to get away with ELECTRIFYING AND ELECTRO-PULSING PEOPLE ON THEIR HEADS AND SPINES, calling it “Public Safety” and “Drug” and “Behavioral Health” to THEMSELVES. You will never hear about it. I called Bournewood after I left, after I read the older Carney records, and told them to knock off any kind of “Continuing Care” they might have me in and they said I wasn’t in any. Carney had been told the same in letters. I did not think South Shore had me in anything, I revised my thinking later on this: I did not know, I wasn’t told. And I wrote to South Shore a couple months ago. But it’s the freaks nearby here who are doing this electro pulsing and the MAZZEOS who have sharpshot me newly in the middle of my back, on my spine, and that’s one of the spots they both use to send this nonstop pulsing in. 9:13 pm.
The Mazzeos, the Starsiak tenants, and the Chen Limings are the ones involved in this electro-pulsing to REMOVE ONE’s OWN PERSONAL DNA VIBRATION, TO SEND IN ANY KIND OF FREQUENCY THEY WANT< TO DISTORT AND DESTROY ONE’s OWN PERSONAL RESONANCE FREQUENCY.
That’s QPD as well since that ass next door is QPD, and all his GFs.
Can anyone believe this CRIME SPREE? [Just heard distant rumble of a spy plane.]
They use DRONES, ROOFTOP DRONES, SPY PLANES, LIGHT PLANES, HELIS, Zoomers and Plants in houses for nonstop pinpoint RF stalking, then apply Terahertz and Radar and Millimeter wave and Microwave PULSING–ELECTRO PULSING as well, at higher frequency, close to radar.
9:19 pm: I had to get up just now and reshield. I can’t sit in that spray of pulsing. I can’t breathe. They’re blasting heat at my neck. The room hot now.
9:22 pm: They have sprayshot me in the neck and at the left cheek again today–must have happened in the morning when I went out without a scarf–and both are inflamed. There are spots and hives on my neck where the microwave spraying is causing itching. [I will post pics I have taken a few minutes ago at the art room and here,]
The man next door–the QPD man–who is running “Community Corrections”–I am surmising, no one has told me, I am adding a few things together–on me, has apparently gotten a job as COMMUNITY CORRECTIONS POLICE which is using RADIO/RADAR CORRECTIONS: On me! For what? What crime?
When I went out this evening to check the mail and pick up the new adapter I had ordered to save this computer–Amazon guy had carefully ignored my metal shelf and dropped it on the front step, I heard a sound of footsteps, saw a flash of orange and drew back. A woman wearing an orange shirt had carefully timed her running across our house just as I stepped out. The Chen Limings have put a lot of Neon Green out and about, and that ball that kid was playing with yesterday was Lime Neon Green. Not Lime Neon Yellow like the police wear. [siren in distance, 9:30 pm]. What are they trying to imply now? What fresh lie?
This is from Texas:
SIM Mapping Workshop (OLD) | Texas Judicial Commission on Mental Health
It’s that Number 1/Law Enforcement Green she has on the curb and the runner was wearing that Public Health “Civil Intervention” Orange.
That’s their Sequential Intercept Model and they are using this everywhere–placing those colors here is Threat Behavior: Don’t threaten me. Take your “Sequential Intercept Model” and stuff it: it is UNLAWFUL and CRIMINAL. It is a means to CRIMINALIZE people and FALSELY LABEL people as “SERIOUSLY MENTALLY ILL”. The people using this Model and the people advocating its usage are seriously unhinged, to imagine they can keep doing this and NOT BE FOUND OUT, NOT BE STOPPED.
Helicopter or hovercraft of some kind droning and groaning because I’ve shielded slightly better maybe? 9:41 pm
Drone I guess.
They cannot run the Sequential Intercept Model at any time on people who have made their declarations and are living Privately: we are NOT in Maritime Jurisdiction, we CANNOT enter their courts, which are corrupt, and run by corrupt judges, who do what they ask for, we HAVE NO NAME for them. We are on the Land and Soil, we CANNOT SIGN FOR ANYTHING. We can only “autograph”– reveal ourselves as Living, as ourselves, Factual. [They use Signatures in their false banking system.]
11:04 pm: A halfhour ago, going to the front window I witnessed a young kid on a scootee sailing down Pine, red tail light flashing. Seen yesterday as well. Circle Ops Neurotech AI informed me that was Nazi, the people opposite were Nazi–and they were all going to be cleaned out.
DISFIGUREMENT ENSLAVEMENT
When I am just recovering from their sprayed nanotech inflammation attacks, they hit me again, very quickly, so my neck and face get inflamed again. That’s SLAVERY, and the CIA, IDF, and CCP are practicing it, inside America, on Americans.
HEALTH AND WELLNESS PREVENTION ENSLAVEMENT
It’s like their attacks on your health. They run their crime-machine attacks on your body and brain night and day, so you cannot recover. No Health and Wellness for you, only 24/7 Stress, Cortisol, and Health Breakdown.
Extreme Heat from directly behind–Starsiak tenants and QPD.
QPD is ensuring I get sick and stay sick and in fact get SICKER every minute. Then they have the gall to call up their “Mental Health Professionals.” That’s their program, and it is Sickening.
These matters are being reported here tonight for a reason. The use of these weapons is not merely “unethical”, it is CRIMINAL. The Military and DOJ had no business developing Biohacking and Neurohacking weapons to use on anyone they liked through-wall, with no Due Process, no reason, no consent, no need. Note, they use the weapons first, then they scramble in 10 directions to get families, friends, passers-by, to “take you to the doctor” for a Label, or throw you to the Wolves with Backup at the local PD who summon their Crooked EMS to get you a forced-ride to a hospital you have to pay for, where no one will “evaluate” you, only attack, and further treats await. [Major hits on spine and RR above, 11:39 pm.]
