Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | 2:57 pm, October 20, 2025
2:57 pm: It’s a grey rainy day and there are many vehicles pounding up and down Pine. I gather they’re missing readings again and eager to keep on trying, uselessly, then banging car doors, then bringing out their kids to sit in their SUVs, torturing them (heard, just now), and on and on. Why not get that I’m NOT giving them my brain? Yes I would rather wear a TURBAN HAT with SHIELDING in it that give them my brain!
2:59 pm: A Mazzeo gets in his car. RNM on left calf as I take a half-breath I’m mostly stuffed, my nose is the easiest thing to take down and they’ve done it. I’ve been down all morning and early afternoon and the Chen Limings get to it right away. Direct facial blasts with RF HPM.
3:01 pm: Kids shout outside, and actually say the word Mom! What a Lie! These kids don’t have Moms, they have Police Foster Mothers who abuse and maltreat them–I have witnessed it for 3 years now. In fact, I am going to write it up in a Lawsuit-style fashion, so everyone can see the Police and DCF in Massachusetts and oh yes, the Quincy District Court with their “Corrections Officers” are abusing the children they steal from good families on the South Shore. I have a lot of thoughts about this phenomenon and I know I have shared some. But who suffers? The children, and their REAL PARENTS. The Police are out of control in this town, and I suspect the same in other towns in Massachusetts. I will have to explore further and see if the others have information online. On the ground however is where you see it all happening.
3:05 pm: Once again this morning I could not open my eyes and all the maniacs around seemed to be trying to wake me. I heard a lot of car and SUV action, the bed was being vibrated, heat was blasting my spine from the Chen side, and hits sent to the shielding near my head. There were crazed electronic dreams and neural imaging being sent in (for instance, a square with 4 quadrants, white, with random letters, and the word “DRUNK” in the fourth one)–I had to keep adjusting so my head was safer, and I did some praying as well and discovered a few things. One of the memorable moments from my inner visions (which included a return of the Evil One’s Teeth, brought close, a reminder they are Close, v Close, these Evil Ones) was the reassuring presence of a tall Buddha–Shakyamuni?-in flowing Grecian clothes but oddly that burnt orange color that the Community Corrections Club is sporting in their graphics. So that was a message, and also a reassurance: these criminals actually believe they can lawlessly target people for their BRAIN PROJECT ops, then sic “Behavioral Health” on them with lies about them being DRUNKS and DRUG ADDICTS and MENTAL CASES, and keep on renewing their criminal contracts for “Community Corrections” and “Community Monitoring” and “Community Policing”–that’s still their plan and their POA; and this is what they are doing, both to me and to hundreds of thousands of others, all the records they keep are false records, they fabricate them. And I looked again later at their false “Harassment Prevention Order” on the table–the second one, stuffed in my mailbox on October 15 or 16–I need to address that one more fully in journalism.
3:12 pm: Just rose and got a pic of one of the zoomers here today and yesterday, a metallic blue minivan–the one parked near the gate of the Murphys’ long drive yesterday when the yelling for Bryan was going on. Yes, all the stalking–perhaps by women too–is being done in minivans and sedans; I think these must be the hardcore BRAIN PROJECT stalkers, not just the fusion pickup people who come by to give you heart attacks and kidney hits. Yes, ALL DYSTOPIAN AND ONGOING. The “Security” contingent in the City seems to think they’re starring in Hunger Games and The Lottery and Harrison Bergeron and are doing really well being Sinister Terrorists. Wild air horn, 3:16 pm.
I need to get some pics here as well and will. The good news is, my computer–the one I’ve been using and which crashed is back again–I managed to figure out the Bitlocker recovery key*** using the other computer, both Acers. Both with lime neon signups…made for disaster apparently, but this one’s faster than the other and I got this newly from Amazon, in June: never buy Acers from Amazon. The touchpad barely works, and One Drive seems to be ON the hard drive–how weird! I’ll have to figure out how to reach my Microsoft One Drive, the proper one, next. 3:18 pm. [3:28 pm *** I need to note here too that yesterday when I tried to do this, the CIA CYBERHACKERS next door would not let me but kept throwing up proxy pages on my browser to throw me, which they did–it all looked virus like and I could not get to the right Bitlocker recovery key information, which I was able to do today. Now remarkably, that white SUV they came and parked below my window is gone (a dragon grunt sound at my left just now, that’s them, assenting, 3:30 pm) and that’s what they did, that thing is packed with Bluetooth and viruses plus they have 20 IDF cyberhackers in there, all eager to destroy my every minute, and that’s what they did yesterday. The computer was crashed, the other one barely worked, it was that slow, and I gave up in the evening and just watched The Rational Life (a very good Chinese serial/Netflix).
Lots of zooming as I write and let me report what transpired this morning. I guess I woke late again and I noted the time at a few moments. At 7:32 when I noted the time on my cell, a zoomer had just blasted down. Then I heard Techno Acousto by the right hand side, as if by or to the Mazzeos, saying “Hospital.” Then the very next moment, a blast hit near my inner right knee, very loud, sounded on shielding, from the Blondie club side. A loud PEP in fact, aiming to break my knee so “Hospital” would be next? And how and why would I go to any hospital? I wouldn’t and can’t–but perhaps this is their MO currently with everyone, for they seem to be simply expanding their Behavioral Health grabs–a subject for further journalism shortly–perhaps for the eMAPS project, perhaps another similar: to be investigated. 3:22 pm. Odd groaning sound projected down from the Mazzeos to my belly.
3:22 pm; High frequency tones sent in from the left, Chen Limings. Zoomer on the street. Then a sharp hit right at my left ear, which I moved, to avoid the tones. The Chens want to send tones to my ear apparently. They’ve stopped now, I’ve added more Reflectix to my Turban Hat–a good one for women to wear, men too at home; stuff it full of Reflectix, flashing, cat dishes, and rubber–and watch the Crazy. A drone is here now, droning, and I heard Police Sirens. 3: 24 pm.
3:40 pm: Knocks on the roof, sounding like them (with Techno Acousto floated over the sound), I grabbed my camera and looked, there was a blue jay on the roof. It flew before I could snap it. They def. send bluejays, squawking, when I am working. Yes this is working. They’ve BCI-tech’d the bluejays here is my speculation.
3:50 pm: The second thing that happened this morning as I still lay in bed with shielding on top of me is my head was jerk electroshocked in a weird sort of way where my head jumped one way and my entire body from the neck downward another. I felt around and thought for a minute. Yes, that was a shock sent to the very top of my head. There is a BCI-Neurostim sort of thing there, which I suspect Virginia Hospital CIA is responsible for. They’re still stalling on my medical records, and sent me some from a third party called Ciox (Psy Ops?) which were all wrong. I still need to bother them yet again. I could be wrong, Boston CIA could have done it all. They certainly have done the Most. So I shielded my head and moved around a bit and felt for my cell and found the Time. It was 9:50 am. The Mazzeos jerkshocked me, and kindly whacked the shielding to my right to tell me so, as I was wondering–with my BCI-TEch South Shore CIA Tech doing the Brain Decoding instantly for them–who exactly had done it, the Chens or the Mazzeos.
And I must report that about 20 minutes ago in the bathroom a very sharp hit was sent to the lower back of my head where shielding covers it–a resounding hit–could have been the Mazzeos from their shed or the Khazars at 147 Norfolk or the Chinese agents next to them. The Raccoon Torturers. 4:37 pm.
Then when I came to the front window downstairs I saw a seeming white van parked by the Mergels. A small white van has been blasting up and down here this afternoon, witnessed earlier as well.
So I think that is DARPA-CIA and instead of taking my advice and going home to lick their wounds in private and WIND UP THE SICKO EVIL BRAIN PROJECT, they are still blasting about and parking and sending blast hits to my Turban Hat and its cocoon of coverings. WHY WOULD THEY THINK MY HEAD WAS GOING TO BE GIVEN TO THEM? It’s not, and they all need to WAKE UP PLEASE. What you are doing is CRIMINAL. 4:39 pm. Sirens.
5:00 pm: A very sharp hit on my inner right knee, from the direction of 153 Pine where I saw the Blondie Police SUV pull up just a few minutes ago. A drone went by just earlier, and before that a very large low plane crossed over my head from Elmwood to Beale.
5:03 pm: Monkey sirens. Yes the Police have new kinds of whoops and noises now, and so does Fire. Last night I heard the wailing sirens. Now the whooping.
I pulled some more shielding across my knee. It’s clear that Blondie –and her stand-ins and clones–is a Police entrapper and framer and her job she believes is to Reel Them In–with Knee Blasts for Physical Disablement it appears. Yes, blame Breanne Higson-Starsiak, Stanley Starsiak, and the Quincy Police Department.
Loud small dog barks now. 5:05 pm. And Techno Acousto: Stop it!
5:05 pm: Let me also report that this afternoon for 45 minutes I was on the porch putting up the rest of the wire gauze panels to shut out the Blondie club assaults on my feet and hands and thighs inside my kitchen with HEMI and much else, including saving the porch from oak leaves and snow which tend to pile up every fall and winter. Lots of Chinese yelling from the bottom of the street, and 2 events of note. The Chen Limings sent a HEMI hit to my left hand as I balanced precariously on a stool and hammered nails in above my head, cramping the hand extremely. A little later Blondie got in her car and sat there, engine on, right after she sent a massive hit to my inner right knee Nerve and Bone when I was inside. Clever. Blast hit while I’m inside then run out and pause like Bait for Your Catching! Yell at me please! I kept hammering and after 5 minutes of exhaust-sending she drove off. Meanwhile the Chens opened their Natural Gas Faucet for Driveway Leaks and Asphyxiation and I spent the last few minutes with the latter two panels breathing in LPG. During that time a kind of dump truck–maybe a refurbished MRAP–in various colors, dark blue, some yellow, some red drove down clattering. A man in lime neon driving it and the second time when he came back up the hill I saw what was on back, another shade of lime green on a sign with some words like Traffic on it. Bright amber parking lights or top lights were flashing on it. Was he giving me some kind of Military Signal: NON LETHAL WEAPONS IN OPERATION HERE? Who is familiar with such signalling? Have they announced it on NBC and CBS and ABC? I highly doubt it. These are the ways the City I think is sending Thug messages. It felt aggressive. I went in afterwards, finishing my difficult job of nailing and hammering. We now have an enclosed porch, except for the gate area. But I can feel better about people rushing out or turning on their spray shooters and blasting my face–meaning, they can’t do this anymore. I found bumps below my eyes and near my jawline again yesterday and I know it is a possibility that Blondie and her pals upstairs also have been sprayshooting me directly in the face with Syn Bio/Polymer/Collagen Nano. I will publish my pics I think this week, showing all how puffy they made my face look, how lopsided. These are obviously criminal weapons, and we have the CIA and friends using them, and Police protecting them and using them also. 5:15 pm.
9:07 pm: An aerial vehicle of some kind just flew over my head. Honestly I can’t tell what these are anymore. Was it a heli, a drone, or a small plane? I looked out and it flew over these houses at a slant and across Elmwood and beyond, flashing white with a trace of red from the front which I could not see. So it may be a drone like the kind I saw last night or before.
At 8:56 pm, a very precise hit sounded at the stone in my underwear–a rounded stone–I wear for protection, a very sharp hit. So someone intended to attack me there and the foam pad I am sitting on and that stone prevented it. Who was it? Either the Starsiak-PD people or the Mazzeos but I am indeed very shielded currently. There is a lot of Reflectix and galvanized steel against the walls and I take care to use plenty of the foam rubber pads on the bed to make sure they catch all the nasty vibrations all sides send in especially these two. I highly recommend these garden kneeler pads, and I also recommend people use baking sheets and river stones inside basting pans between these foam pads to damp these life-destroying vibrations. [Strange sounds thrown in and a car closes doors outside. 9:13 pm. Sound of a motorbike on the speaker on my computer–which clearly is on a hacked CIA-NSA-Police-FBI network. 9:14 pm.]
Downstairs, it must have been around 8:40 pm, the Mazzeos sent skin weapon paralysis clamps to the back of my right thigh as I stood by the toaster, making myself a (vegan) cheese sandwich. I used a steel shield to hold behind me as I stood there. Yes, it’s constant, and they have no Shame, no Scruples, operating in this fashion as if there are no laws here in America and we are all living wide open to their every depredation using Spectrum weapons. 9:17 pm.
I was drawn today to look up the Shakyamuni Buddha and I found he is our general Buddha, the main one. Bodh Gaya where he lived a large part of his life is in Bihar and the tree he sat under may be the large banyan tree there. Interesting documentary here: 【Bodh Gaya – The Sacred Land of Buddhahood】 Documentary | History of Bodh Gaya & Mahabodhi Temple.
It is called the Bodhi Tree with Bo for awakening from Sinhala supposedly–the current tree supposedly comes from a sapling sent to Sri Lanka by the Emperor Ashoka in the 2nd century BC–the Buddha attained nirvana in 623 BC. But Buddh is like Buddhi–Sense, Knowledge, Wisdom–in Tamil and Sanskrit and that may have been Buddh Gaya once. This painting from 1810 shows the tree earlier before the temple was expanded:
All over India you can see these informal square seats and spaces built around banyan trees, with shrines to various Gods set amongst the roots.
Bodhi means awakening.
The mantra I have used to speak to the Buddha is Om Muni Muni, Maha Muni, Shakyamuna-yai, swaha–and anyone can. In dire straits, the prayer to call those from the Godly realms seems to want to be of a higher frequency and this one has been my call or words to say at those most intense times–I have said this prayer when being attacked so insanely there has been nothing to do but pray–and yes this is about Attack, with insane Spectrum weapons which attack the body so intimately and so mercilessly, the people wielding these weapons are both criminals and taught to be sadists and torturers–people who live next door to you and come out the next morning shouting and calling to each other and their children, pretending to be Normal People qualified to call their targets Abnormal; they want you to run out with Machetes and take off their heads apparently, that’s how intensely they attack, and who would do that? There is nothing left in those moments to do but pray; Anu Choying Drolma and Imee Oi both sing this mantra–and if you need Divine help at any time in your life, this prayer helps:
11:56 pm: Another sharp inner right knee hit as a drone sounds outside. Just a minute ago, the Mazzeos whacked my browser with an external signal. I pulled the large metal shield forward to shield the laptop. Instant whacks on it, verifying that’s what they were doing. Yes, they Bluetooth in from their bedrooms upstairs. Convenient, isn’t it, move in right next to the Journalist and try to siphon out her brain while blasting her body to bits and attack her laptop at the same time. then call your poliCIA drones to come pinpoint that inner knee sharpshot-RFID? please so we can show her just who we are…and we are? Short red-bearded men very keen to run Talmudic sinistre on all, with blue gloves blue cars and hypodermic syringes hidden in hands–the EMS way of being currently–and flashing amber lights shouting Non Lethal Non Lethal! 12:01 am. And lies to call the local police with. Is Mass some kind of testing-spot or is this happening all over the US currently? Where exactly are the Israelis and Khazarians based in the US? Feels like Mass and New York to me. 12:07 am.
Another drone sailed up and left. I am behind shielding and the bed is vibrating. 12:11 am.
1:20 am: Jerkshock on the very top of my head–they’ve spent the last hour working on “penetrating” the shielding in my hat–and as I move my head, an instant drone. “We are PoliCIA yes, we confirm it–and we need you to xyz–whatever.”
Torture, crime, and setting up for murder apparently, all of it, is nothing to these Men and yes, I have no doubt Men it was who conceived and are running it. “We are the WAR industry and this is Military Action.” Right. This is Gratuitous Violence and Torture, and all 5000 of you at the top are going to burn in Hell. 1:24 am. /Now October 21, 2025, Tuesday, pre-dawn.
