Ramola D | Reporter’s Note | 1:22 pm, Ocober 22, 2025
1:22 pm: The same thing happened this morning as yesterday. I woke to all-over Skin Sub Millimeter Wave Assault, and by dint of moving, breathing, dragging the Sari-plus-Mylar blanket partially over limbs, was able to breathe and figure out where this blast of deadly radiation was coming from.
Initially I thought it was from my right, from the string of nsEP installed by the cover-CIA-corps on the Mazzeos’ roof. I think some was indeed sent from there.
But I started to hear a whole lot of things. Parked SUVs suddenly leaving .Mazzeo men running up to the front with trash cans and their electronic bar scan readers, not bothering even to hide what they’re doing. They come right up to our house and “take readings”, letting their beepers make electronic beeping sounds–as if all this is perfectly normal and they and the Starsiak PD people openly share their dirty secret of Holding the Writer and Journalist Captive in her own home, using PoliCIA Methodologies of Crime to do so, while telling each other this is “Community Justice” and “Community Policing” and that sad woman in there who “isolates herself” and is “unemployed” and “mentally disabled” is being “Health-Monitored” perhaps, by them?
I figured some of those trucks had scalar transmitters aimed at our house and were helping lay the ELF-EMF blanket for all those high frequencies to sail in on. But I was still being Skin-Burned after they left. A Peculiar Burning, Paralyzing, Pain-gifting feeling all over my legs, thighs to ankles.
As you can imagine, I dragged the steel shielding right over me on top of the mylar and my razai also half-over my legs.
Then heat struck at my spine, it was intense, I got out of bed. My knees had been hit and I hobbled down the corridor to the bathroom.
Which had been kept closed for the night. Which means, the drug they’d sprayed in was held there in a pool and I opened that door to being almost felled by the extreme, high and sharp, medicinal, hospital smell of it.
Both vents inside that bathroom are closed but one has been left slightly open on the sides. I had to throw Epsom salts into the shower and empty out some powerful Dove, turning the shower on to dissipate some of this smell. Then I showered, using other scented things and the smell seemed to disappear. I got some more tape and more fully closed that one vent. I noticed however that small pulses were pushing the tape open again. They were pulsing–using wifi and using a mechanical attic arrangement. That drug smell began to return, just over the sink. I bent down and it seemed to be pooling by the floor as well. [I left the bathroom.]
1:33 pm: Downstairs, just casually glancing out as I sought to make coffee I saw the man in full-on lime neon by a white SUV on the hill–not doing much, then jumping in and switching an amber flashing light on top on. I looked for my camera and paused upstairs to find him. A large Chevy T parked up the hill with one light on came down and U-turned right by our drive as if to show me how well it could turn around, changing its ways, then left. 1:35 pm.
I Hope it’s changing its ways. I presume that is Police. Or PoliCIA. CIA itself is quite sticky, I believe, for I haven’t seen the large Uhauls yet, carting away all the criminals here. 1:37 pm. [Someone is zooming up and down and they really shouldn’t; it’s been raining again and I am sure the roads are still wet.]
Anyway–1:37 pm–I then saw our Lime Neon Man or Woman at the end of the Murphy drive, doing something. I snapped a couple shots. Standing still by the back for a minute. What for? Effect, I suppose. Perhaps that was a Raincoat and this person didn’t know all that Lime Neon top to toe could not quite be construed as Stylish?
There had been a few zoomers already and at that time the white and red recycle Truck was visiting the street.
The white SUV reversed and left. Recycle truck ditto. 1:40 pm.
10:21 am, 10/22/2025, DSCF089
1:50 pm: The Mazzeo did that (above) with the Cover display, twice, and is now dragging a trash can about. At least I think it is one of them. The one who waved at me, a new man, seemingly miniaturized, short, thin, small face with small red beard, glasses, red hair–I mean orange-ginger really, grinning, wore a short red shirt and shorts and was dragging a trash can too when I chanced to look out the front room’s side window and saw him (About an hour ago.) Why are they interfering with my picture-placing I wonder. Is it any of their business, my recording and reporting them all? They seem to want to stay here, constantly aiming Neuroweapons and Electrical Weapons at my head and limbs. [Also, fake turkey and kid noises from opposite as I wrote the above, and another sharp Chen Liming knee hit, 1:53 pm.][Possibly a PoliCIA hit– a drone–sorry no, large truck, one of the trash trucks today–was here some minutes ago and my knee was hit directly after then too. A woman is speaking out loud as if on a cell and now door bangs. Car door. 1:54 pm.]
1:55 pm: I moved my knee to save it. Instant loud bangs on the shields here, both sides. Chen Limings and Mazzeos.
2:22 pm: Another large truck just came by and left. Lots of music and voices. I kept my knee removed from ease of assault from the street. Then LRADs on shielding. Also: energy pulses to my seat where I quickly moved my Pie Pan to Deflect. [yes, sorry, this is the Future that the PoliCIA departments of the world want you all to live in. How many of you think you can escape this? Our Boys in Blue say they do love their New Weapons, and no, they’re not parting with them. And they work closely with the Marine Corps and the CIA and who’s to know what’s Black and what isn’t–when they won’t confess to any of it?] 2:24 pm
Wild sirens. 2:28 pm. Just after my right leg was fully Cramped: HEMI, and that’s PoliCIA opposite I think. They all have Nasty tech but the Ladies of the Stealing-Babies Clan have the QPD Tech–When in doubt, simply amp it up. Hence their sending of Drones and Trash Trucks to find that RFID on the Knee, dammit! and Super Intense High Voltage Hits thence. That’s how this Police Party opposite has been behaving, as also the Chen Limings. 2:30 pm.
The Mazzeos have been responsible for the sudden return of the Ankle Hits, while coming downstairs. They strike at will, but yesterday and this morning I noticed they waited till I got to the close-to-last-step; a sudden Terahertz or Bone Conductance hit at the joint and it feels like there is no ankle there at all [bluster hits at left sole and left wrist–Terahertz, 2:32 pm] and you almost slip. That may have been the intention: slip and fall on your nose, perhaps breaking it. 2:33 pm.
2:36 pm: Just moved, adjusted shield in back to stop the heart congestion hits. Instant Mazzeo reaction-LRADs on all sides, and on right thumb, Teraherz. Cavitation radar at my belly, under my wigwam here of steel shields. A drone or LFP has just been by–2:35 pm–and my heart is actually being pulsed from above and behind as well–Chen Limings. [Honk on street.]I need to move. 2:37 pm.
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10:24 PM: Just to chronicle the assaults here this evening” My knee is still burning from being blasted by the Chens and Starsiak people as I sat making a little post about feeding the birds–informally, on the side of my bed, not fully shielded, which meant the Mazzzeos and Chens soon set about to vibrating my spine, with 24/7 efficiency: “We must Vibrate her Spine for Maximum “operational calmativ’ing”. [Techno Acousto, right side: Taalk!] I think of the Mazzeos as PURPLE really. PURPLE as in MAGENTA SCRUB PURPLE, a little removed from reality, pushed by their own senseless selves into Obsession Insanity, obsessed with “taking her head” to the extent that they will do anything, stand on their heads, fly out from Tel Aviv and Petrograd, anywhere, just to be here, “reading” “brain data”: Soon we will be the Kings of the World! All the women’s brains will be in our Skulls and they will all be Dead!
[Yes they look 18 some of them, and as if they grew up on demented Video Games and endless series.]
The room is smelling of eucalyptus and lavender, an improvement on Formaldehyde and mushroom drugging, which has visited the bathroom again and spread downstairs. When I went out briefly onto the porch to pick up my Wee boxes (Indian and Chinese groceries from Boston I think),–deliberately delayed no doubt by the Blondie Grocery Club which has stolen my orders before online and in real life, disappeared my orders, and ended my ordering from Stop n Shop (the one next door) by arranging for a “Fight” on the phone — run by the Fighter, a Stop n Shop salesman who seemed to have lost his Mission in Life and become, like the PoliCIA here in Quincy, also misled and sliming about in the undergrowth of Crime which grows Really Well in these parts, tall and spiky, holstered, well-shod, a “WarFighter”(!), and stopped by me, the Calmer One, advising him to Cancel the Order please! I have no reason to believe it couldn’t possibly be them, being Quincy Police and Quincy Corrections and living stealthily “In the Community” and blasting me secretly with RF weapons and Electrical weapons and calling it “Prevention” “Deterrence” “Correction” “PubliC Safety”–all criminal, there has been no court case here, no due process–the order was delayed all day and arrived past 6:15 pm when it was already dark; I smelled the same sharp drug spray again by the gate; the Mazzeo white Subaru was parked by our cherry tree and hydrangea, quite close, pulled way out of their drive–was one of them sitting in there and spraying? Likeliest explanation I think.
The smell has been dealt with in the bathroom with a counter spray of essential oils and water. I found an orange I’d left on the bathroom sink turned to mush and covered with fluffy white and black fungus–this has happened overnight–I threw it away at once. But it makes me think they have sprayed a Mushroom drug here–a drug with fungus in it or made from mold; they have frequently sprayed mold into the kitchen and den before–Mazzeos one side, Chens the other. The Chens have been attacking the bathroom vent. But they all work together and I wonder if the Mazzeos sneak in at night and spray things, fix things in the attic and such–that is CRIMINAL, and they are advised to STAY FAR AWAY from my house and attic. The fact that these 2 species from hell have access to equipment that has been placed in the attic, in early 2023, by the then Paul-clone who was here, deceiving me he was Paul, also drugging me then, and are now “Gassing” me with deadly neurotoxic drugs is just Beyond Insane. Yes it’s CRIMINAL too.
I have no idea how to find what drug was sprayed in here today, but here’s some interesting info from Psych Central:
Those spraying these criminal drugs into my house through the HVAC or at the front door are advised this is CRIMINAL. There is no law permitting such crime, and there is no such thing as “Community Gassing with Dangerous Deadly Neurotoxins Which No-one has Consented To.” 10:53 pm.
On top of this charade, downstairs by the sink, the Chens struck at my private parts again, causing Burning; the Mazzeos not to be outdone sent in bubbling cavitation radar.
By the sink the Techno Acousto said Hospital in sibilant Chennie tones; by the front window, the word was Doctor!
The last time I went down and closed all the curtains, the word by the front window was Dinner!
Perhaps they think I’m their pet pigeon and must be spoken to as if invalid and retarded? NONE OF THEM HAVE ANY RIGHT TO SEND ANY KIND OF PROJECTED SOUND INTO MY HOUSE. Stop immediately!
10:56 pm: Dok-tor! [From the keyboard] That’s their favorite, and they seem to think there is a Value remaining in this word today. [Honks on and on, 10:56 pm, Blondie car.]
10:59 pm: Zoomer. Down Pine.
If she and her 10 year old foster child is/are sitting in their van outside at this hour still, they’re seriously demented. But that basically is what is going on here on Pine Street.
Vibration at my spine again and I will have to move. 11:00 pm/10/22/2025.
PS: That list of drugs and dollars tells one very quickly how the pHarma club is dumbing down, retarding, and phasing out American minds. That’s what it comes down to: Americans are being placidated, dumbed down, phased out, and turned to fungal mush. By Psychiatrists–a false science–attacking everyone now, including children. And that’s what’s behind the Police in Schools Crime: get them young, very young, and get an aggressive Police Officer in there, to act like it’s set in steel, the singling out of kids for “Behavioral Health”, with handcuffs. [Coverage upcoming.] 11:05 pm.
11:22 pm: Just blocked Atrial Fib by dragging a shield across my legs, left side–Chens and Starsiaks with Atrial Fib, and the Mazzeos blast me on the right on my stationary shield soon as I do that. Yes they go to bat for each other it seems.
Working on adding another False Info piece (no 7, on Depression) to Cover Stories, it reads as a cover. Found through following a link from that Psych Central page. 10/22/2025–11:56 pm. ELFs on bed.
