Reporter’s Note 51: Harriet Tubman Speaks to Today’s Bio Slavery, Neuro Slavery. Electronic Slavery, Radio Slavery, Police Slavery, Police Abuse

Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | March 14, 2025, 2:25 pm

Frantic screeching of tires down Pine as yet another CIA-DARPA-DIA-CFC fusion center truck speeds down the hill in earnest pursuit of RFID tags, cervix implants, and BCI tech, not to mention “Public Safety” implants–UCPAIs–unconsented-to private abuse implants–unlawfully and criminally, under cover of “Mental Illness” Grabs, Trusses, Shackles, and Neurotoxic Knockout Drugs (Scopolamine most probably), implanted in the Writer’s back and probably a dozen more backs on this street–Pine Street, in still-underwater Quincy Massachusetts, where British Brigands from another century cling desperately to Barbarism for survival (with Weapons)–and then, silence. 2:29 pm.

Managing, by dint of much shielding of the computer to stop the stealing of signal by the Mazzeos, this writer was finally able to post the March 10 Harriet Tubman video at Youtube, here re-posted, please share widely.

We owe much to the grit and tenacity of Harriet Tubman, and we must discover her anew.

Loud thud from the Mazzeo house as a man slams something, perhaps a car door: 2: 31 pm.

A car starts up–more accurately, an SUV. Perhaps the big black one in front, with 3ACT74 on it. 2:32 pm.

Sorry CIA, women do NOT like loud sounds!

And the CIA, and the Mazzeos have No Business whatsoever making loud crashing sounds like that, just under my window! Yet another one of the obscenely loud sounds–much like the myriad LRADs–sent into my house night and day, and onto my very Back! Blasting at the steel plate I wear on my back, as if they have any right to! No, they don’t. I have every right to wear plates on my back to shield myself from drones, planes, zoomers, Mazzeos, CIA and QPD QDC creeps living across the street trying to get into my back, my shoulders, my arms or my underwear, and none of these Criminal MEN or WOMEN have any right to touch me with physical, material Radiation signals Through-Wall! No they don’t. Do call your Legal Counsel is my advice for this entire fuzzled “Security” lot–for I am consulting textbooks too. And the Law I believe is on my side, not yours. 2:37 pm.

My post this morning announcing the video post can be found at Notes and Updates.

March 10, 2025: Harriet Tubman Day

Sounds of police sirens on Newport or Beale….muffled, pulling away. Honks of cars elsewhere as I breathe. 2:45 pm

The humidifier seems to be working although I heard loud cracks on it a minute ago, at 2:42 pm.

There is a story about Harriet Tubman that strikes one immediately as one peruses briefly the story of her life and work online. I am sure those who know all about the Underground Railroad and about the Extreme Crime of Slavery she was subjected to know which one I mean. It’s the one where she faced down her oppressor, her supposed “Slavemaster” who wanted to steal her own son to Sell him to another man and send him far away.

I breathed just now, and there was a hit on the humidifier. 2:53 pm.

Another hit, and projected sound: Talk!–Loons. 2:54 pm.

Crazed sound of cars around the block and up the Norfolk hill. 2:55 pm.

Loud crack on shielding just above my head as I breathe again. 2:57 pm.

Looks like the Mazzeos, ever indefatigable, day after day, week after week, month after month, want desperately for me to throw a loud “Talking fit”! Directly at them! 2:59 pm.

Assenting hit on the humidifer from the COVERT COMMS PRACTICING freaks. 2:59 pm.