Reporter’s Note 185, Oct 10 2025: Fatigue & Sleep Frequencies, Sustained Electric Knee Blasts, All-Over Body Blasts, as Temperature Plummets in Boston

Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | October 9, 2025, 7:24 pm

7:10 am: All night knee blasts, Chen Limings and Starsiaks. Spinal vibrations and ELFs. Scalar radar, facial radar, attacks on shoulders and arms.

7:14 am:This morning at 6:59 am, just before the Mazzeo Car 1, White, revved up and left, a woman lurked just outside the window here under the cherry tree, coughing a sad fake cough. At 7 am White car left. At 7:05 am the second Mazzeo car left. My knee feels broken and I cannot move. I am being put to sleep with ELFs in the bed. They want to make me sick. What else are these ELFS doing? I was forced to leap up and run to the bathroom at 6:30 or 6:20 am. I came back here and turned the laptop on. A large heavy-duty truck went plunging by–perhaps the dark brown and white dump truck I’ve seen lately. Many zoomers, since.

The Chen Limings have been stalking the sideways movement or slippage of my body in my bed and whacking me just as they please from their 2 upstairs windows. 7:24 am.

11:54 am: Just reshielded as a Mazzeo sent sustained hits from his house, from behind me, from his attic window there, at the very back of my head, at the exact spot in fact where South Shore CIA attacked and unlawfully implanted me, at the very top of the spine, where the spine meets the curve of the head. These criminals don’t seem to get it: I’m not giving you my brain!

But there’s a drone circling above, the mailman parked his truck outside a little while ago, and they think this is just a matter of GPS TRIANGULATION. “We just need to triangulate better!”

As I write, nasty smell of dead fish floats in and the CIA-MAZZEO man witnessed this morning, a short–I do mean short–man about 4 10″, German looking, blond-ginger head and beard–getting out of the blue car and carrying a computer bag or gym bag and getting into that house through the back at 7:45 am, blasts the back of my head where yes I have some shielding.

My life is shielding.

I’m forced to wear shielding on my head to stop these blond and redbearded men from stealing my brain. I’m sorry, but IP THEFT is not something I’m consenting to!

Perhaps you want to start your own blog instead? [DARPA-CIA linking hands with the IDF simply won’t listen: We’re all MEN here and we need WOMEN’s BRAINS!]

So this is what they are doing, on and on attack on the back of my head. This morning, they spent some time sending slow ELFs to rock my spine and put me to sleep. I have been consuming oodles of coffee to stay awake. I’m not going to be put asleep, I have tons to do.

Yesterday, I spent a few minutes putting up the wire screens –mesh netting–that came in the mail. This was to stop the Chen Limings from further attacking my face with their NANO HIGH PRESSURE SPRAYSHOOTERS which they’ve used lately to swell my face to extreme proportions. I’m still working on this; they’re up now and held up by duct tape; I’m waiting for US Postal Tape to add to this. They’re metal netting, which will I hope also hold back their microwaves should I need to step on the porch for anything. I’ll post a link shortly in Advice to all Targeted. It’s screen door metal netting and needs proper installation which I’m unable to do right now, I’m using the Curtain and Stick method.

Anyway, I have much to report and why do the Mazzeos and Chens believe they just need to keep on sitting here and I am going to “open my brain” to them?

Have they read my books?

DO they know who I am, who I am GOING ON BEING?

Don’t speak to me or look at the back of my head if you haven’t figured out this is a WRITER here, a WRITER and JOURNALIST. 12:05 pm.

12:24 pm: Just witnessed another of the Blondie clones drive up and park and take a dog out for a romp on the front lawn–can’t take it for a walk apparently, she’s too busy framing people and yelling Pedophile! daily.

A very clever Police Ploy: Call out “Pedophile” when you want someone to yell back so you can Call Police, in fact the “MENTAL HEALTH CLINICIAN” with the Police Department–an obvious piece of Arrogance and Crime, that role. Which I will be addressing further in print shortly. The Quincy Police Department is running Mental Health Fraud, using many players–and Blondie here is one of them.

5:54 pm: A smell of burned pizza in the room a few minutes ago. Now I am back to not breathing. Their 5G–Mazzeos’– is switched on, and apparently my job is to STOP BREATHING AND DIE RIGHT NOW!

OK, not die, just breathe less. Very very less.

A feeling of burning at my nostrils. 5:56 pm. Still working on my “Behavioral Health” article which became a bit fixated on Quincy Police.

[“Stop” was frequently shouted in Techno Acousto from the Mazzeos in the Chennies’ voices.]

[The Samantha du jour also visited, with the blond baby boy (plastichead) she picks up from the floor of the car. I did get a quick bit of video of that.]

8:45 pm: They have some more Vibration Tech here now and it’s ELF’ing all the way up my spine so I’ll have to shield in a minute or just turn into Catatonia 101 as I did in 2023 Spring when they whacked me regularly in this way, plus drugged me as I slept. [Hence the vents being closed around the house now including in the bedrooms.]

The vibrations from behind–the Mazzeo shed and car–and front, the Blondie house , both.

Puff of pulse at my left temple on shielding, 8:48 pm.

Stop, says Ngoan Chen Holosound.

I cannot breathe, so perhaps she was speaking to my breathing apparatus.

What a precious soul she is. Blasthit on head shielding. 8:49 pm.

8:51 pm: Reporting here that both my orders made yesterday have been f*d with–apparently by the Starsiak Police who kept flicking my browser back to the page featuring photos of their trucks in front of our house. –both Home Depot and Amazon.

The Amazon order was supposed to come overnight and is not here and looks like it’s being shipped to arrive on Sunday–how weird is that. Overnight is overnight and not 4 days later or 5!

The Home Depot order was supposed to come this morning between 6 am and 10 am and now has disappeared from the website, it is not listed in Recent or Past Orders. When I stared at this page, wondering what to do, someone on this LARGE NETWORK OF NSA DOD DIA CIA DHS FBI PD hounds we are on yanked the browser back to that pic of the black pickup in front and another car in their drive and that weird wooden H on their lawn some days ago (that I had open on Photos) as if to say They did it! Well how on earth can THEY do this! This is MY ORDER. Quincy Police cannot Touch it. And if they have–what is WRONG with them?

Blasthit on shielding above my head. Maybe I breathed. So sorry. I do like oxygen on occasion. 9:01 pm.

They are desperate to stop me ordering more galvanized steel from Home Depot–but it’s NONE OF THEIR BUSINESS! They want to maul me to death, sit on my computer, and stop me from shielding to save my life.

LOSE YOUR LIFE, is their message. LOSE YOUR LIFE BY NOT SHIELDING. Just open up everything and we can BEAT YOU TO DEATH MORE EASILY. Yeah, that is a very NOBLE MISSION I must say. “We are QUINCY POLICE and we WORK WITH THE CIA and we can break your bones and fry your spine and catatonize you into EXTINCTION.”

Great goals, objectives. CIA will NEVER give up, says the burning on my spine just now and the many LRADS on my head. We will NEVER GIVE UP, we are THAT STUPID. 9:14 pm.

Public, Public, shout the Chens! Holosound erupts. They want to jail me every second they say. NO DISCIPLINE! 9:06 pm.

Earlier this evening I heard an odd cackling. I think it was the Mazzeo man of the day and the newly-arrived Samantha the Fourth or Fifth with her blond Bobblehead, they were by the car and trying hard to get my attention. Was that a laugh, I thought to myself. Of all the horror monster things to do, that is surely the worst, to laugh at me! [I may have thought this thought earlier, I forget.] Clearly the sadly-lacking brain-blobs below were trying to keep up with the latest. “We must do exactly that which she Hates the Most!” And so there they were, raucously cackling! I was deep in exposing Quincy Police’s Mental Health Counselor patter however and could not move. I should have stirred but didn’t. If I spend my time running to snap a pic or film their every move I am hardly likely to get anything done. [Loud LRADs again on shielding–9:11 pm. Sounds like rain too. Maybe they’re throwing Fireworks sounds in.] Then, because they are just repeating themselves mostly, they honked their car a few times. I ignored them, WHY on earth would I do the same thing over and over again? And do they really want to keep staying here so I can get them on camera more and more, behaving like lunatics? 9:14 pm. Another zoomer.

Smell of smoke in the room. “We are the CIA and our job is to threaten you.” “You have to shut up and try to be LESS, LESS in every way, LESS….” Blast on top of my head. 9:22 pm. Sorry SMOKEMEN, YOU are TOAST. 9:23 pm.