Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | 12:26 pm, October 19, 2025, Sunday, 12;36 PM
12:26 pm: The heart blasts haven’t stopped, neither here upstairs nor down on the couch.
12:31 pm: Just recorded a brief video of another woman arriving with another fake child–a silicone doll, this one with audio electronic coughs–to set up in the Green House next door with her red-bearded boyfriend, a shorter, red-frizz man this time, hurling himself up out of the blue car which has returned, bundles of golf clubs in his hands, keen to get in and start the heart blasts–which he has.
Another drone went by–or LFP–as I wrote the above.
12:37 PM: I was downstairs preparing a roll of wire gauze for the right side of the porch an hour or so ago when the Chen Limings decided to turn on the heart congestion frequencies again–RF MMW pulses, I think, as was sent my way last night, late, at 11:33 pm, from all 3-4 or 5 of them around here, almost killing me between 11:33 pm and midnight when I finally managed to shield better and sleep. I had to pull the tall metal shields up above my head on either side to stop the Chens and Mazzeos from bashing me to bits with sudden accelerated RF MMW pulses–very high frequency, higher than microwave. I switched off the heater, I didn’t need it. Although it was a cold night outside last night.
The whole morning as well, the Chens mostly I think have been sending HEMI cramps to my feet. Then when I stood outside on our wooden Ghana stool, affixing wire gauze to the porch wall, high up, using nails to bang the panels in, my left hand was mightily cramped, at the same time as the Joe Murphy stand-in, witnessed dressed in bright red (a hooded sweatshirt), started up his leaf-blower and stood as if nailed to the spot at the very edge of his front door–Long Range Human Electromuscular Incapacitation from his leaf-blower? Could be, but I suspect the Chen Limings did it, they sit at home all day in their front room, spying and tracking and pulsing. By the oak, the large grey Range Rover had drawn up, pretending to be a fixture now, when PoliCIA issues forth in clarion tones from its front back and sides.
That Range Rover–driven I think by a short Chinese man or Vietnamese man in all-black, seen before–blew up just when another PoliCIA car rushed up and parked by our door, just as I had taken the first panel out. I abandoned all and ran inside, fearing for my Life. As well I should, for I’ve been attacked before by men rushing up to park outside, on October 8, 2024 and on March 20, 2025, memorably. 12:48 pm.
Upstairs I was able to snap a pic of the car before the Chens drained my battery (on my camera). After a few minutes, the car moved down, U-turned and parked by the Pinester drive. A large young woman in a blue dress emerged and stood with her back to our house and her cell phone out as if recording. What was she doing? Or am I supposed to sit around wondering what she was doing because that’s part of their (plausibly Pretend) “Brain Project” experiment here on my head? 12:51 pm.
My head is off-limits to all of them but they persist in attacking.
My heart is being hit again, at shielding. Voices in the Mazzeo drive. I gather they’re all pretending to be “Normal” again.
They’re using lots of cars here so they can keep my other computer crashed and useless. This one they have continuously attacked, last night and this morning so it has barely worked. Things are slow on it, very very slow. 12:54 pm.
Last week sometime, maybe 7-8 days ago, I noticed my No Parking sign, mounted on bamboo, was once again missing. I didn’t see it in the garden so have presumed the Starsiak PD club opposite has taken it, as if they have any right to. Which they don’t. 12:55 pm. As a consequence it appears, all their CIA plants can come here as if invited and park here and take pics and selfies and videos as if they know me and I’ve permitted it. I wonder if this woman doing this today is the same as the woman and boy in the Pinester house yesterday afternoon shouting Bryan! Bryan! and “I’ve told you not to go there!” [Honk from street, 1:04 pm] when I had come to the Art Room window and was recording, having been attacked from the Pinester house among others and reporting it. The boy shouting was playing in the drive, from where they keep watch, being RFID connected here. I did see the smaller kid, he was in red. Then I went on to record the clotted clouds, filled with chemicals. I heard this little drama unfold and a lot of screaming for Bryan. I could not see him then. I had no glasses on and the cherry leaves are turning orange and red now. But I wonder now if this kid had crossed the street and come over to our yard. If this was like the day the woman who can barely speak English called out to the boy who had come over and was shovelling our walk–as if I had anything to do with this strangeness–“I’ve told you not to go over there! Come back here!” –This kid had been shoveling our walk, and when I first heard it I went to the window and saw this and realized it was that Police Family again, attempting Provocation. Clearly something was intended and I did not know what. I had not given permission for anyone to come shovel my walk, which in the past I have done myself. This was when it snowed really heavily, perhaps in the winter of 2024. The woman was a stand-in for Blondie, not a clone–really this was just another example of Police Framing and Entrapment I think. They send the kid over, then insinuate that I had something to do with it. When you look at the Mass website, you see “Inciting a child” or some such mentioned as a crime. Sorry, Enticing. Right. They think–or rather want Themselves to Think they can “Frame me” as a Criminal by suggesting loudly to Themselves there is some Child Attracting going on here. With Magnets? These are little boys, who are being Abused to play PoliCIA games. Imagine being brought up like that. But that seems to be what is continuously happening here. Harkens back to the child saying to Blondie one evening when I opened the door and stepped onto the porch, Shall I say she is recording me? Teaching kids to Lie and to Frame Women Old Enough to Be Their Grandmothers!
Just now, a few minutes ago, I went to the window to see if the Joe stand-in was out there in his bright red so I could record him. Car doors banged, someone went out of the Blondie black SUV, then a kid came out and started playing basketball. Both he and the woman or man in the Murphy yard straightening their Witch Display were wearing Light Blue–I wondered what message That was supposed to send. But each time I head into the Art Room I find the species opposite throwing a child out. 1:17 pm.
I am forced to conclude this is a cheap Quincy Police operation. I am reporting it here for that reason. Quincy Police is a CRIMINAL police outfit. They were playing “Entrapment” games in April 2022 when they first kidnapped, pressganged, and procured False Psych Labels for me, and with this family installed there–as also the Mazzeos and Chen Limings who have illustrated by their behavior over 3 years, since 2022, but especially since 2023–they are continuing to play Entrapment and Framing games. 1:20 pm. They have been playing Provocation and Harassment games for a long time.
Last night, interestingly, when I was working a little further on the Heal Nutritionally if mRNA Vaccinated post, just as I wrote in the bit about green tea with orange peel being a bridge if you want to get off drinking liquor of any kind for any period of time–which it is; I decided to try stopping drinking white wine or red for a while–and have not ordered any wine now for 10 to 11 months I think; meaning, I’ve never drunk much wine but one can get into such habits without thinking and it’s no fun drinking alone*** so I switched back to herbal teas and black tea in the evenings. (***Aloneness: More PoliCIA Crime I will discuss further shortly.) I am trying to get my Brain back, after all the deliberate Brain Damage of Radio Neuroweapons, Neuro Strikes, and unknown Drugs vented into my room and perhaps put in my coffee, unbeknownst to me, during 2022 and 2023 when the Paul-clones were here and non-clones, I should add, whose presence I tolerated only because all had Sophie-Delphines with them. [Crux of the CIA Clone Operation here]–well anyway, as I was writing in that bit about the green tea, a kid leapt out of the Blondie car opposite and croaked, Find Help! OR maybe it was You need Help! I didn’t quite know what to make of it but it’s clear the QDC-QPD crowd there are making up stories nonstop and have That Story going, that they’re dealing with a “Mentally Disabled person with a Substance Addiction”! 1:33 pm.
The two of them, son and foster mother with a Police problem, had been sitting there late, as they frequently do. I work here upstairs or down, they run to their car and start banging doors–and obviously CYBERHACKING in, reading my words as I type them. 1:35 pm. There’ve been zoomers on the street as I write, and a Mazzeo banging doors below…
Also, the day the non-Ngoan Chen with the strappy black top was waltzing about, she held up a green watering can as if in some symbolic gesture. That bright green like some other spring greens is a color I have seen on the graphics for “Substance Use Disorder.” And there is a false United Health insurance card floating about with “Mental Health and Substance Use Disorder” on it–which in fact I have written to both Optum and United Healthcare about, with no answer. This is therefore Another Quincy Police and CIA crime, casually inventing “Mental Health and Substance Use Disorder” and getting it inscribed on a Health Insurance card. 1:39 pm. It is also a United Healthcare crime, permitting it.
So Quincy Police and the CIA-FBI-Black Ops World are maintaining Lies of different kinds, completely fabricated. Creating false data that way, and maintaining their Apartheid here with these lies. 1:42 pm.
Not long after that blue car pulled in at lunchtime and the small frizzy-haired man got out, I was assailed with very high frequency tones in my left ear, directly from the direction of that parked car. I moved and it stopped. But it seems they are now trying to give me Loss of Hearing in addition to everything else. The Mazzeos need to be removed from that house, and all their weapons with them. Ditto the Chen Limings and all the police people opposite. 1:44 pm.
I have made a few recordings today which I will post as soon as I can. I was almost killed last night, in an orchestrated heart-hit attack, and the heart-hits repeated this morning. When I was outside nailing wire gauze to the porch wall, all sorts of activity on the street alerted me that quite some “monitoring” was going on. I’m fairly certain the Chen Limings call the local “Behavioral Health Police” when they see me on the porch (heard some chatter when I was directly across from them, dropping recycles into my can) for I saw a few Police cars in Camou come and park. [Flutter of air at my left ear, 1:47 pm] Then, when I decided I’d had enough and would do the rest later and decided to go back in, the unconsented-to BCI-Tech behind my ear handed my “Brain Decoding” to these police car drivers–all 3 of these crims are on this network and spend their time “brain decoding”–and I saw 2 take off, one after the other. So This is Quincy 400 here; a writer is made captive on false grounds, and the PoliCIA are using BRAIN READING TECH to keep her captive, forever they think; they do love it, it’s so fresh and new, this brain grabbing, they get to read people’s thoughts then act on them–and there is nothing this person can do or think without them knowing it! And that’s courtesy the crooked Quincy District Court, Brewster Ambulance, Quincy Police, and South Shore Hospital CIA, Weymouth. They have become Incarcerators and Brain Thieves, all of them–and why would they think they can do this to a Writer like me, depriving her of her Livelihood and Profession, but stealing everything coming out of her head, and being paid for it as well, essentially using her as an IP Cash Cow for themselves, forever? Every one of them is a Top Criminal. 1:53 pm. Sirens.
They have done this to the animals in the labs, all of them: tortured them contractually, then renewed contracts, then tortured them some more, and killed them. 1:55 pm.
This is Quincy 400, and every other day (as yesterday and the day before) the zooming, pounding, and droning on Pine Street and this whole block is simply insane–and ABNORMAL. That’s PoliCIA action.
Meanhwhile, here is the Author Series in Quincy which is very Blockbuster exclusive:
And Darius Rucker was here earlier, apparently lauded by all the Fakesters here in Quincy, including the Fluffy Media Girls–who are apparently taught to act obnoxiously [We must Ignore the Surveillance Abuse, the Police Crime, the Air Force Apartheid-Forming, the Naval and Army Slavery going on! We must Smile, Vapidly, and twirl our pretty curls!] as the whole of PoliCIA Quincy does–are they the ones attending these Dos I wonder, all those “Behind the Veil” and “Backing the Blue”? How does Quincy get away with running events like this when people like me are being Tortured in Plain Sight, and Drones, Planes, Zoomers, Helis are simply blasting about, ALL THE TIME? 2:18 pm.
https://quincy400.com/news_detail_T4_R32.php
Fans thrilled to see Darius Rucker perform in Quincy – YouTube
Quincy is practicing Slavery, Slavebinding, and Apartheid. Neighborhood Ganging Up is rife, and All-over-town Harassment. I could write reams about how I have been attacked and harassed in Quincy since 2013. And not just myself. My daughter has been attacked too, both in Quincy and in Milton. Thousands are being attacked. Children are being attacked. And when it doesn’t stop–but continues–that’s both Slavery and Apartheid. In 2025.
And oh yes, can we get away with calling it “National Security”, our crimes with Kundy Weapons and Bladder Weapons, Breast Weapons and Nipple Weapons, Heart Blasters and Brain Removers, Spine Vibrators, and Human Electro Muscle Incapacitators? How about Active Denial Burn Baby Burn! and PEPs for Pulsed Energy Projectiles directly into your Lungs and Pancreas, Mold Spray and Nano Cannons shot into your Neck and Jawline for Froggles-Face and Near-Instant-Death–“Our Noble History of NatSec”?
4:47 pm: Sustained Rf HPM assault on nose and sinuses downstairs by Chen Limings and intense blasthits on back and spine as well as front and solar plexus to induce heart congestion. I took some clothes from the dryer, gave the birds some bread, hung up the new Hawaian shower curtain. Between going back and up and down again, the Chens apparently thought they could induce a heart attack and stupor from non-breathing so went at it with fervor. Heard cursing as I adjusted the shield at my spine so they would stop sending RF pulses there. They’re transparent and instantly reactive. There have been several drones or low flying planes by here even while I was downstairs. They’re missing some reading apparently. I can’t imagine what. They’re doing very well blasting each side of my neck now, and have gifted me nausea with thymus gland hits. Shielding further…Several zoomers.
And before I forget, last night there was a lethal-looking SUV parked on the hill which left early in the morning. No doubt it participated in the 11:33 pm Heart Attack. Parked across from the Mergels.
A man in black and red crossed as I stood by the front door. Nazi symbolism. Yet each one of these walkers and paid stalkers is paid: by the Army, Navy, Air Force, Police.
This is what Quincy 400 is protecting. Every city in the USA probably as corrupt, as demonic, as Satanic, as self-serving.
I wonder if their Admin people knew not to take the vaxxine. Or if they too are dying in droves now, as I see from the Quincy Sun is happening in Quincy. People in their 40s, 50s, 60s suddenly dying or dying of cancer. Firemen, police…did they all take it? What about Army Navy Air Force–weren’t they required to? Operation Warp Speed? Should refresh my memory. Lifespan is sawed in half with this vaxxine which is pure poison. And people are still dying….yet using weapons on others. 4:57 pm.
CHILD ABUSE, 6:43 pm: Kids shrieking unnaturally outside. Heard this morning from up the hill as well. They get their kids to shriek and screech unnaturally and harmfully when they can’t get RF readings or fail to enter Brains with their heterodyning….It’s dark outside, and cold–why are their kids out still? [Nanobiosensor prick on my third finger, right hand, 6:45 pm; Blondie says she’s read this–Nice! Perhaps she’ll take her kids in and make dinner now?]
8:30 pm: Just downstairs making noodle soup for dinner. I was blasted on the face while at the sink and counter with high-intensity, very loud Radio Microwave pulses–RF HPM. My nose started leaking immediately. I held up my Sound Shield and a very loud pulse shot sounded on it. Using tissues, standing in the middle so the Reflectix over the windowpane protected me, I detected I was also being blasted from the direction of the Moran house on 147 Norfolk. Hard to shield from both.
At 8:21 pm, TechnoAcousto projected in–Holosound–from the Chen Liming house said “Heart Failure.” Both their downstairs windows were lit. I dropped what I was doing and verbally recorded the moment, advising them (through a closed window) they were murderers, assassins, and criminals and had no business saying Heart Failure to me nor running Heart Hit ops on me two days in a row.
While I was vocalizing–I wasn’t recording–my throat was RF pulse hit quick so I started to croak. It is that instant. My sound shield informed me 147 Norfolk–who has distinguished herself earlier with Voice Attack tech (day of the raccoon save)–was running a Throat Attack Fusillade as well. I held my shield against face and throat and retreated for half a minute then informed them of what they were doing, attacking my throat and nose. That’s for their CLASSIFIED BLACK OPS LYING TORTURE JOURNALS. I have no doubt they ran to the phone immediatement, yowling: Terence McDonnell! Terence McDonnell! She is calling us Murderer and Assassin! We were only blasting her Nose a little bit! And we had to say Heart Failure to her for she said she didn’t know what the hearthits were all about! We have to give her Notice of what kind of Murder Op we are running! (It is our Culture?) It is our Culture, Terence McDonnell! [Blasthit on shielding from the fiends as I wrote the first Murderer and Assassin next to Terence McDonnell, 8:39 pm.]
Perhaps there will be Fire Engines next? They have a new kind of Wailing Siren. These fiends attack me till I drop, then have the gall to say HEART FAILURE to me!!! How dare they!!! 8:40 pm.
I’m not having any heart failure!
Oh yes, while I was shielding my nose from their Leak Attacks, they called for a Drone! “We are Chinese, we Must have a Drone! We cannot find the Left Nostril!”
A drone arrived near the window and seemed to be entering the kitchen. Then I was Giving Notice and then at the very end, when ,my Throat was being hit–apparently THEY can do Techno Acousto and I am supposed to stay SILENT? Well, sorry no, I have the right to speak and call the Assassin an Assassin!–well when I was croaking I thought I heard a Fighter Plane fly by real quick. Note, 10:01 pm: I am realizing that might have been the Drone, making a speedy getaway, having hung about over my head, then taking off; I Have heard that kind if speeding off before.
The Air Force of course is involved, and there are very few in there now with Ethics or Morals. Like the Chen Limings it appears, they will do anything for Money. 8:44 pm.
9:39 Pm: A very loud large whack on the Reflectix roll over my head, from the Mazzeo side. After a few minutes I rose and looked out. Dark at their attic window, blinds down and probably a black cloth pulled over their lamps. Perhaps round the lamp stomping, like Rumpelstiltskin. Who do they think they are? Anal radar again, from the happy Soviets and Nazis there, 9:51 pm. Seriously pathetic criminals.
9:52 pm: Let me also report, that while downstairs being bashed by the Chen Limings in the face (loud thwack the other side, Chennies, 9:53 pm), someone began taking pot shots at my feet and hands, turning them into Muscular Incapacitation Mush. I looked about and realized it Could be the Blondie club, from their upstairs. I found the last piece of Reflectix Roll and unfolded it over the downstairs window. Hoping it would help. But the serious, paid stalkers over here–Grey Range Rover by the oak starts up with amber headlights and roars a bit then takes off, 9:56 pm–are very keen to use their 100 exotic weapons on my arms, my legs, my knees, my hands, my heart, my head, my feet. Are they all completely deranged? They are profoundly full of themselves. And I am afraid worshipping Mammon like they do does not give them the right to run Classic-CIA-Torture-Ops on me–and then some. Those guys in fact are POLICE. Imagine. Who would have thought Boston Police/QPD could be so insane….9:59 pm.
