Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | 12:02 pm, October 6, 2025, 12:21 pm
12: 11 pm: Cars and trucks are zooming again, the bed is vibrating, and I am being put to sleep. The ELF vibrations are doing it, and they’ve decided this morning it’s more useful than sending me to the bathroom. “It’s Pointless, she’ll come back then.” “We have to keep her Asleep.”
12:12 pm: Blasthits on the flashing held in front of me. My knees still smarting from the mega hit the UPS truck sent me–or was it Fedex? A large truck, parked closeby suddenly, blasting the side and back of my right knee. “We can take out her Bone, her Nerves, and her Muscle.”
12:17 pm: WordPress needs to return my document draft to me, the whole of it–and the Mazzeo CIA clan need to back down for I will EXPOSE them for this. I write about the CIA, and the CIA steals my draft. Then tells me WordPress can’t give it to me.
12:19 pm: Downstairs, before coming up here with my coffee, at 11:33 am I think, walking to the back to look at the birdfeeder and tiny solar-panel LED fountain playing silver in the sun, I was blasthit by what felt like a steel missile on the back to left part of my inner right knee–the hit came either from the back of the Mazzeo car, something on the ground by it (they have many items under camou cover there) or inside that shed. Limping, I rushed to find shielding. It felt like an electric thunderbolt and was therefore an ELECTRIC PULSE BLAST from a stealth nsEP installed on their property.
That UPS/Truck hit therefore was a Reinforcement, a Dirt Ops reinforcement, the kind the CIA likes to play on people. And all morning I had been watching the flying down Pine of CIA-color SUVs and minivans: dirty green, dirty brown. They like dirty colors.
And far down the street, where the MIT Brain Thieves live, a large black Suburban came over and swung around and parked. A woman in dark red scrubs got out, with a Notepad and went in to the last duplex. She stayed there for quite some time, then the black Suburban vanished.
Who was she? Behavioral Health? Coming over in a large police car, to terrorize someone someone else had “reported”? They have plenty of staged Madness on this street, and they’re flying a few characters in particular as Mental Disability hopefuls. One is a Chinese or Korean man who discharges loud angry yells from time to time, and the other I would imagine is Ngoan Chen. ‘She can’t change” after all, she must be Crazed Chinese Mother of Boys she won’t cuddle and cosset like other baby kids. [Blasthit on my belly on flashing and loud zoomers on the street, 12:46 pm. Why do they like my Belly so much? “We must have Belly!”]
Now I must recount a very important occurrence. Yesterday morning I fixed some green tea for myself and put some orange peel in, just for the lovely citrus aroma. I then put it down somewhere and forgot about it. I must have been running from one window to another, photographing police cars (in camou) or doves, on the deck table, the one with the Tuscan stone tiles, which has lasted, since 2005, when the CIA made very sure I would never have a second kid. [Because they were making more and more cherubs from the cells they stole from my placenta in 2004, that is. “No she can’t have any more kids!” “We must have all her kids now!”][Wild, loud LFP reading out these last 2 lines, 12:55 pm. ] A PLANE. I am cowering under Reflectix, trying to save what I can of the Face that’s left.
Well, I lost my Tea!
I couldn’t find it. In fact, as I stood by the sink again trying to remember–and being RF blast in the face by the Chens for quick, let’s get the thing to Swell again!–I couldn’t even remember what kind of cup I had put the tea in. The blue kind, or the mint one with the almond blossoms, or the blue one from Landmark (India) with the big cross like petals on it?
Nothing! I couldn’t remember at all what I had done.
And I couldn’t find it. I went back and forth a few times and then purely by chance I think, almost stumbled into it, teetering by the side of the counter where the stove is and the spices are. It was the brown-earth cup, with the Florentine swirls of flower art inside it. The tea was still hot. I picked it up, grateful.
Now today, as I was by the sink again, having wolfed down an entire Vegan Margerita pizza (it’s that good) for brunch, and made Chocolate Raspberry Coffee, or rather, as I was making it, I heard some very curious sounds by the window. Stealth creeping and stalking sounds, which Ngoan Chen the IInd–who is back now–likes to make, creeping and stalking so she lets me know she is directly opposite, in her underground cave there by her garden basement (a wasted garden basement–it opens into a space under their deck, filled with rubbish)and I began to realize this freak is actually stalking me, 24/7, which could explain why every cell of my body sometimes feels like it is being RF-hit.
It was one thought to another that led me to it, finally, for what else could it be? This woman is working on giving me Fronto Temporal Dementia! Imagine! She parks herself opposite me, nonstop, then fires volleys at my brain, hidden away by her deck trellis and wall and whatnot, blasting away at my forehead through-wall, and who is there to see what she is doing! It’s a very clever way to make people lose their brains, and no wonder I was forgetting things: my Tea, the last sentence I wrote or read, the last thought I had, the last plan, the last intention. They can simply blast all this out your head with some careful Fronto Temporal Attention.
Now having thought this thought and examined all hideous sides of it, I put my hand up as quick as I could and pulled down the shielding in my blue turban hat, I pushed it all the way down my forehead, to protect it. [A Mazzeo or blue car revs up, 1:10 pm. And keeps revving… then vrooms down, 1:11 pm. He is taking the Time, but the Time sadly is NO LONGER in his favor, it is NOT TAKING HIM ANYWHERE. Blasthit on shielding at my chest…1:11 pm, Mazzeos.] Now as soon as I did that, the Ngoan Chen lost signal. She cursed, and the next thing you knew two rata tat hits sounded sharply on top of my head, just behind the forehead. Was she telling me where they were hitting? I don’t know. But it seems she had been attacking my forehead and knew when the forehead was covered and moved upward, to find what else was there and found more shielding. So I have pulled up some brain pics now, to see how and where they are effecting this Brain Damage, to stop my SHORT TERM MEMORY from functioning accurately, as it would, for any of us, and generally does, for all who are young, smart, and paying attention. Hit your 40s, 50s, 60s, and they come after you [train siren, 1:15 pm] with RF HPM to wipe out your Immediate Memory so they can hustle you into their nursing homes within a few months or years. They need warm bodies there, and they’re getting them with BRAIN DAMAGE WEAPONS.
And that’s CUTE, I must say, VERY CUTE, to be calling it a “DISORDER” and a “MENTAL DISABILITY”: It’s BRAIN DAMAGE, and when this LIE WORLD we live in is done, we’ll all be LESS CUTE about this fact and HOLD THEM RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR CRIMES WITH NEUROWEAPONS. 1:18 pm.
[Lots of zooming and flying and parking large cars directly after. Another plane flew overhead and they’ve stopped my phone again, I can’t record again as quick. 1:25 pm.]
So yes, that basically is it. There are Criminals here around us, blasting our foreheads and top of heads and sides of heads and back of heads with neuroweapons and neurological energy weapons, to give us Brain Damage. They are damaging neurons and neural networks. They are damaging connections, processes, consciousness. RF HPM comes in many flavors. It is operant in the microwave range, and it is focused on producing “bioeffects”. When it hits generally you don’t feel it. When it’s amped up, you do. Heat, burning, headaches, swelling, darkening of the skin slightly–these are what you’ll feel and see. Hold up your sound shield however and you will hear every one of their RF hits. Meters have to be calibrated in that range, to register the hits. Flashing and Reflectix or a steel cookie sheet and Reflectix and a sheet of foam-paper, adhesive-backed, are what you need to make a sound shield.
Reflectix across the forehead and flashing will help stop the damage–or a room suitably shielded.
But this needs to be studied further, for MEMORY is being stored in our brain in numerous places. And can be restored. [You’d have to shield though, if you’re being hit with neuroweapons–and fire your neighbors, and the local police station, for permitting it. And dismantle the CIA for they run HUMINT and oversee all “co-operative” Science and Tech agreements with the numerous foreign “researchers” working in the USA now, using WEAPONRY on people and calling it “RESEARCH”.]
Movement Difficulties noted above can be manufactured with HEMI, RF HPM, nsEP attacking nerves, the brain, the cranial nerves, the motor cortex.Muscle weakness can be induced with Skin Sub-Millimeter Wave Weapons. yes these are my speculations but they are based on what these weapons are advertised as doing and based on how I’ve been hit by them as well. 1:44 pm. Very loud crack on flashing at my torso.
A shielded baseball cap may be a good first shield–you kind of need a helmet it sounds like really. You can make Tuckers with flashing pieces and Reflectix and tape and tuck them in under the forehead part of the cap too, for protection.
People need to wake up and end the use of Neuroweaponry and AP DEW by researchers, military, and medical professionals.
For it seems there are interlinking Directorates at play here–Private Sector developing such weapons for the war industry hailing from medical, military, University factions and now the “criminal justice” weapons-development faction as well are both necessarily linked to Banks and Congress and Military Hospitals and Law Enforcement; it appears that if “Dementia” is increasing among any [loud LFP across backyards and Pine, 1:58 pm] population in particular, you may want to look around and see what kind of new Real Estate Development has occurred closeby, if there’s a New Nursing Home or Assisted Living for Seniors, and notice too if the Fusion Pickups are blasting down closeby and if the Police drones and Low Flying Planes are operating closeby–for that’s what this is all about–not Amore! but More Demented, Insane, NEUROTECHNOLOGY and DEW USE on People! 2:02 pm. In both Experimentation and Research Operations, that is as labeled such, and “Public Safety” operatioms.
How is it “Public Safety” to inflict Terror on people? [Loud hits everywhere including just below, Mazzeo drive and cars and on my shielding, 2:06 pm.]
Police cease to be “Safety” when they run Terror. 2:07 pm.
TREMORS: A special note here. What they are doing is hitting people on the brain to get Fronto Temporal Dementia “diagnoses,” then shooting them up full of drugs with crazed “side-effects” inclusive of tremors and muscle wasting, cramps and clumsiness, apraxia and much else. DRUGS and NEUROWEAPONS, not “OLD AGE” and “GENETIC GENETIC”. Don’t believe a word a “Primary Care” physician says, make a sound shield and make sure you hear the RF pulses on it. Then it’s just good nutrition, supplements, herbals–find a naturopath, a TCM or Ayurvedic practitioner, and do everything you can to END the CRIMINAL pHARM and WAR INDUSTRY! 2:12 pm. And go DANCING…
4:54 pm: Part of the problem here, with most of us, is that we cannot believe someone would do this deliberately (Loud and sharp hit on the shielding under my left leg on the bed, Mazzeos, 4:55 pm–Several in that house now, as ever. Witnessed: one short frizzy haired red-bearded Russian looking Khazarian mafia man with a dog, running outside just as I took a break and went downstairs. Outside, as I walked by the apple and peach tree I witnessed a dead creature–a mouse? Perhaps a rat. Flat on its back, paws in the air. A healthy looking creature with white fur which looked spotless and clean on his belly. Who threw him in here? Clearly that Mazzeo man with the bushy red beard. Killed him with a nsEP weapon and then threw him over–where did he find him? I’ve never seen such a creature before. Except dead, when they throw them in. I dug a small hole by the rose bush in the back, the one someone has repeatedly entered our yard in stealth and cut stalks of until it has been reduced to a nub near the ground, used the hose to water so I could dig, then moved the mouse in and said some prayers over his passing. He was warm to the touch but stiff–freshly killed. Is the CIA trying to send me a message? Or is this the CIA at all but the Khazar Mafia holding up CORRUPT, CRIMINAL BIOTECH AND THAT DEADLY, LETHAL, LIFE-KILLING MRNA VAXXINE? No one can be censored. COMMUNISM is not going to hold in America, or the world. The reason we write and speak is to hold such criminality back–for COMMUNISM and COMMUNITY POLICING are CRIMES. The prayer I prayed for that creature is that his spirit find God and that he return to this Life on Earth in different form, with his family, so his soul and others like him could enjoy a better life. LIFE IS A GIFT FROM GOD: NO ONE CAN TAKE ANOTHER’s LIFE AWAY. NO ONE. [Sharp precision-RF hit at my sole, left sole, right at the spot where my heart would be, 5:03 pm, Mazzeos.] It is no use telling me you are SATANISTS, OCCULT, AND LUCIFERIAN. You are MISLED. LIFE IS LIFE and CONTROL OVER OTHERS is CRIME. 5:03 pm.
At 3:50 pm or just before, inside, by the front door, I was once again blasthit on the inner side of my right knee by a Fed Ex truck which I witnessed going up the hill a minute later. Disabling, knee injuring hits, for all of them have decided “We must keep that right knee injured”–but I have repeatedly healed it, with Reiki–also a Gift from God. That was the case this morning as well. Every night they attack, and every morning I’m using my hands on both knees to heal–sometimes the healing is instant. Just now, another pulse hit: electric pulse, from that corner where I witnessed a man climb on a ladder and install something, wires leading out from it. They have nsEP on that roof in numerous places, nsEP in their car, on their shed, inside that shed, on the floor by the shed. Ditto the Chen Limings, nsEP on side of the house at numerous spots, upstairs, also in their backyard, basement. shed. The Starsiak-PDs have it in their pickup trucks, back of trunks–the Chevy T–and in their hoods. I have reported their attacks on me from these points. A minute ago, loud horning and a zoomer. 5:10 pm.
Once again, I am unable to breathe. Under Reflectix, and unable to breathe. Despite living on Vitamin C and pau d’arco and eating well and exercising. Police tech is all 5G and beyond 5G now, it is microwave and millimeterwave, and they are fighting to be able to use their electrical and neuroweapons, all in stealth–for apparently the POLICE means STEALTH?
They are preying on people, they have become Predators, Barbarians, and WILD SAVAGES. 5:13 pm.
5:14 pm: The thing I wanted to note here is, if you are young, if you are educated, you think the world is what it seems to be. But it is not, and the only way to find out is to read and keep reading–and watch a few documentaries–until you discover what the truth is.
Is it possible that people exist who would use Spectrum weapons to attack brains and induce Menory Loss –which they then call “Dementia” for “DEMENTED” meaning WITHOUT CONTROL, WITHOUT MIND–when it’s BRAIN DAMAGE they are running?
And would they Brain Damage people just to put them in nursing homes and take their money? Maybe also to shut them down as they grow older, women especially. Remove their power from them, remove their voice from them.
Can this be possible?
There are 2 boys outside bullying a small girl and making her scream–maybe street theater for the Blondie-CIA Psy Op. But that girl child is still being BULLIED and ATTACKED by BOYS. Training girls to accept MALE DOMINATION? The Mazzeos make clatter sounds just below. What asses. 5:18 pm.
So that question is something for everyone to find the answer to themselves. But those like me who are being PREDATED ON by absolute terrorists, in once-free America, know the answer. It is YES and they are doing it. They’ve been doing this kind of thing for perhaps centuries now and have become completely unbalanced at this point.
They are Brain Damaging people–and children–with DRUGS, with VACCINES, with STEALTH NEUROWEAPONS: Pulsed EMF et al, with different forms of ELFs/UHFs/EHFs, AEROSOL NANO, SPRAYSHOT NANO, SEVERAL DIFFERENT KINDS OF RADIATION AND ELECTRICAL AND ENERGY AND SOUND WEAPONRY. 5:27 pm.
Very sharp hit s on the shielding here and a man racing down Pine with honker on while I was writing this. 5:28 pm.
5:45 pm: Just a note to record here what I am thinking: I am being made SICK yet again, with a RE-KNEE-INJURY and blasthits on my nose and 5G to stop BREATHING, and extreme attack ADT on my back along with sprayed NANO on my back for max TORTURE TECH ASSAULT and sprayed COLLOIDAL GEL and SYN BIO on my face to make me swell out of sight, and a DEAD RAT thrown into my yard again, just like before, while WordPress “HAPPINESS ENGINEERS” are replaced by MAZZEO-CIA who lie and try to stop my getting back or getting to my original draft–which they have hacked, cut, replaced with a dummy and are trying to fob off to me as if it were the real thing–all just like last year and the year before, just to stop the JOURNALISM.
And the DIRT OPS are carried out by the installed MERCS right here but also by FED EX drivers, UPS drivers, USPS drivers, AMAZON drivers, and all the FUSION CENTER STALKERS the Commonwealth Fusion Center has set up, to attack and terrorize people with SPECTRUM WEAPONRY, then walk past them showing where they’re hitting, touching their HEARTS and their KIDNEYS and so on. I have a video recording showing this. 5:50 pm.
Oh, and a drone was here a minute ago, plumbing the shielding I’m sitting on because the poor MERCS couldn’t attack my PRIVATE PARTS which is what they really wanted! “If we can’t put her to sleep, why can’t we attack her with KUNDY WEAPONS?” I got up when I heard that drone and looked up and could see nothing. Then a thwack on the spot where I was sitting and the drone stayed silent, but a small stealth SUV in neutral dirt-ops colors sped up Pine as if to say, this is C4ISR, we are CIA, There’s a POLICE DRONE, and here is the ESSENCE of our EFFING “COUNTER-TERRORISM” OP and WHO KNOW EXACTLY WHAT WE ARE DOING? Well, I do, because my Kundy is frequently hit! And the BED is still vibrating! 5:58 pm.
THIS is what these criminals want to keep on running, calling it NATIONAL SECURITY OPERATIONS and the NEW STATUS QUO and YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT, WE ARE CIA-CFR-SKULL AND BONES and we are running the country.
No YOU ARE NOT.
They cannot attack the living people on the Land and Soil of this country–which is NOT THEIRS. Sorry, it is just NOT.
This land belongs to the Native Americans, whose spirits just as whose living beings are STILL HERE. C4ISR needs to STOP. 6:01 pm.
Interestingly, the day that the stalwarts from the British Commonwealth, acting on behalf of the Crown Corporation and the Pope and Stephane Bancel, I think, also Michael Froman of the CFR came by at 7:09 am and I heard all sorts of knocking and intercom crackling then saw the Pale Powder Blue Crown had visited (pics added at Reporter’s Note 179), the sun shone through the trees for the Redbuds–the Lindens–and the Powhatan Pelargonium and the 2 wild Northeast Cherries and I saw how all four Directions were being marked for Light, not Jailing–and Fraudulent Court Ordering. [Police sirens wail, 7:24 pm. Drone just went by and the Chens just sent another NEUROWEAPON blast to my left brain. “We simply can’t have it” they’ve decreed. “We can’t have her LEFT BRAIN in existence!” More thwacks on the shielding, Chen Limings, 7:25 pm.]
9:07 PM: Now I don’t know who is responsible for my Torture–“WHO is responsible?” “Mark Kennedy?” “Yes Definitely him, and Michael Cox and Daniel Tucker and the guy after him and Jody Cohen and Joseph Bonavolonta and Vincent Lisi and Maura Healey and Andrea Joy Thompson and Charles Baker and Thomas Koch and Paul Keenan and John Keenan and Stephen Lynch and Dave McCarthy and Richard DeCristafaro Jr and Susan Shea Connor and Brooke Doyle and many more”–but just noting here that: The Bed is vibrating nonstop–that’s nonstop ELFs on body, my face and nose are being blasted with 5G nonstop,and spine and back ditto, with ADT actually that’s MMW, and knees being blasted with nsEP nonstop and skin being blasted with sub mmW nonstop, and entire body blasted with RF HPM nonstop–that’s the status quo here and has been for some time. So the question of WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS TORTURE really does become very important. The whole George Bush crowd–Bush I and II both, the Clinton Admin, the Obama Admin, Trump Admin, Faux-Biden Admin, Faux-Trump Admin: All responsible. 9:14 pm.
11:51 pm: Zoomer just went by. I was blasthit on my right elbow a few times by the Chen Limings and Starsiak Club. That’s nsEP again I think, and they are moving to “Let’s beat her on her joints now” mode. Attack on shielding on the wall–Blondie taking credit/ Might well be. 11:52 pm. But my knees, the tops of them have now also been hit and the right knee has been severely re-injured today. Are they Satanists? “We’re paid for it.” Yes, but it doesn’t seem Normal, such behavior.
“We’re Police, we work with Police, We’re Marine Corps, we’re CIA, we’re CCP, we’re IDF, we’re Mossad, we’re Knesset, we’re KGB.”
So what “We” do is ok?
Black Ops Black Ops and a dead straight mouth and Silence, and a clamping electric hit on my right knee. 11:54 pm.
Knives against them, and Black. Feathery black. And a promise. You’re not continuing. 11:56 pm.
12:05 am: Loud, raucous sounds of Chinese woman from down the street shouting and arguing. Happens a lot here, especially at night, and during the day it’s calm and quiet, only the Phoenix Ops Communist Walkers walking by, listening.
