Reporter’s Note 191: Stealth Neuro, Stealth Heart Throbs for Max Congestion, HEMI, ELFs, RF HPM, Timed LRADs, PP-Hits & a Whole Bunch of Parkers with Problems

Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | 11:06 pm, October 17, 2025, 11:20 pm

11:07 pm: A few minutes ago I saw what must be a PoliCIA drone climb the sky above the Mazzeos’ 5G Chimney Transmitter, flashing red and platinum. Someone out there may have an inventory of their drones–this one was silent.

A zoomer on the street. 11:09 pm.

I’m on the bed and it’s vibrating as it has been for a while now, with ELFs sent in from the Pinester house opposite, plus some others probably.

HEMI was applied to my thighs downstairs by the Chen Limings, perhaps the Starsiak-PD tenants too, and every now and then the Mazzeos took a stab at whacking the back of my head. I gather they don’t like the Cat Dish too well–it’s stainless steel with a double-steel bottom, and earlier by the stove I realized I needed to slide something else under it so I did. I think they must spend their time, most of it, trying to “penetrate” the back of my head.

Around 5 pm, by the stove, just as I was seeking to lift out my Cinnamon Apple Sauce Cake from the oven, I was rather sharply whacked on the back of my head from the direction of the Chen Limings and the street. Upstairs I was just in time to see a brown-CIA-color car pull out from a drive up the hill and record the small black lethal-looking SUV on the other side, parked, rearlights on, still sitting there–I suspected both and said as much in my recording.

11:13 pm: Very intense nerve Electric Pulse hit from the Blondie club, who would like to mercilessly fry me to bits, they say.

For the most part it appears, the Rise of Discontent has appeared, in a steady stream of parkers–a National Grid truck, the silver fusion pickup, a very large UPS truck which landed right at our doorstep, and various SUVs, cars, sliding about to park here and there, to take readings, to send long fingers of RF HPM or Electrical Sizzle to telemetry on my spine, especially the central ones which lead to Heart Congestion and odd Chest Vibrations.

A species of Interaction I noticed last night, when I found I was being pulsed on my spine to a point of Gasping, literally–a very clever Weapon indeed, which sends Atrial Fibs from the front and resonates the implanted chip at the back-middle-of-the-spine so the chest is kind of oscillated and all the organs inside begin to clamor for release and essentially bring one to the point of Gasping and Suffocation. 11:19 pm.

As one can imagine it made me move a bit although I wanted to sleep, and I put my hand back and pulled down what shielding I had there to cover that Mid-Spine-Chip so I could stop Gasping and attain Sleep instead.

Luckily, I was successful.

11:21 pm: My knees were attacked next, and this continued in the morning, with a lot of electrical pulsing and scalar radar sent in under the Reflectix. I woke with sore knees after the Chen Limings had spent an hour attacking the Reflectix and my elbow, my shoulders–and the Mazzeos too, one mustn’t forget them.

That Ruane house is closely involved as well, yesterday I noticed their lights were on upstairs after I had been steadily RF-pulsed while downstairs. 11:24 pm.

Heart-hits currently, Chen Limings. 11:24 pm. They use heart-hits frequently, as if to warn me they can kill me with these. And why wouldn’t I be aware of this? It’s only just been 8 years I think, since the turning circle and cycle of Chen Liming couples moved in, and their very first announcement of WEAPON-INTENTION was Heart Congestion Frequencies by the kitchen sink. 11:26 pm.

It’s disheartening to see all 3 of these fiends still parked here, cars and all, and blasting away as usual–except ever so slightly more sneakily.

The Mazzeos have not stopped making a racket and spent some time today being raucous and banging doors. Inside, it is all LRADS on my shielding–a very sharp crack I noticed, at 7:22 pm–my Pi number, the month and day I was born, and perhaps a very powerful moment in Time really, for that’s what the Mazzeos would have us all believe.

722 Angel Number Meaning: What Is the Universe Telling You?

Powerful creation and new beginnings! I guess the Mazzeos are simply not keen on that for me. “We would like to make a Loud Sound on your shielding so you can come out and yell at us–Please?” Interestingly, there was one Mazzeo who said loudly to himself when I stepped onto the back deck, “I know you have a Voice!”

Blast-pull on the RF chips locked into my left upper arm by the South Shore CIA on December 20, 2022: Chen Limings, 11:41 pm.

They want very much to hear my Voice, it appears, and no doubt they are busy Recording when they do hear it. I have been practicing Accents and Characters lately, and as soon as I fix the phone situation again I will no doubt be releasing a few more CCs. 11:43 pm.

12:43 am: The rest’s in the title. PP-hits have continued on all sides. Face and throat hits with RF HPM–Chens have removed my voice as well. 10/18/2025, 12:45 am.