Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | 4:26 pm, October 27, 2025
4:27 pm: Someone else has just pulled in to the Mazzeo drive, just as I wrote that headline and as my right knee was so intensely attacked I had to squirm rather than begin my post here, and find more shielding.
4:30 pm: Just made a brief video report after the Mazzeo man who has pulled up blasted my shield on the right hand side with a loud acoustic hit–an LRAD–a long range acoustic device. There is radar playing at my left breast: Chen Limings. The huge heart hits aimed at my heart straight-on as I sat down on the side of the bed a few minutes ago seem to have transformed into quieter radar pulses at my heart now.
When this happened, it was between 4:09 to 4:11 pm I think, I bore it for exactly a minute, taking a pic, before I leapt up to find my camera and find who was parked in that direction. And who was mauling my heart.
I saw 2 SUVs or minivans–the Blondie one in front of her house and the blue Murphy stand-in one at end of their drive. Up the hill I saw what looked like 2 police cars in camou–both black, one a large Range Rover. The Chen Liming house was the spot from where some of the loudest pulses had sounded. All looked quiet on their porch–but these are spies and they sit inside all day and blast me to death.
Plus, just before coming upstairs, standing down by the family den, getting some mylar to wear in a scarf around my neck–since my voice had been so badly hit, I can barely speak–I was rather viciously scraped in a nerve on my right calf, a different nerve than the one they have all focused and fixated on inside my inner part of the right knee. Yes, I would say Viciously Scraped. Who are these people? Are they CHINESE CIA or CCP getting protection from the CIA on an INTERNATIONAL AGREEMENT WITH STATE? They then attacked the big toe on my right foot, also viciously seeming to twist it. I moved slightly, continuing to cut mylar from a larger sheet. I was then attacked from the direction of the Mazzeo house on my right gluteus, quite intensely in a kind of shovel dig at it. Is it possible for RADAR and RADIATION WEAPONS to be developed which can have these sorts of intimate scraping, digging actions? I think you have to look into the history of BLACK OPERATIONS in CHINA and in ISRAEL, in RUSSIA and the USA and you will find the answer nestled there, all black and striped, like a krait.
Drone overhead, radar at my heart. 4:41 pm.
4:46 pm: Loud hit right at the center of my chest, on shielding. Lots of zooming action on the street. I’ve made a few audio reports on my camera today, starting the recording around 11:25 or so when I was making a dosai breakfast on the stove and was blasthit at my heart by the stove. I found the blue FBA truck parked in front. A man who works for the CIA Death Squad I think–the one parked here in these houses–and who has a sticker which says FBA on the truck. I witnessed him mowing the deathly-mowed-already strip in front of the Blondie house, then the Ruane house, then the sidewalk, then the street. He had heart-hit devices in his mowing gear I speculated. A couple more hits came my way and I stopped recording and returned to my delayed morning tasks of breakfast making and birdfeeding.
4:49 pm: I am barely breathing. Having been blasthit in the face downstairs with RF HPM and so much in the heart now.
4:51 pm: A zoomer. Loud voices in the street. Another zoomer. Children made to screech–police children. The foster kids being trained to become Police Aids in Framing and Entrapping. Mazzeo sends very high frequency tones to my right ear, I close that access off with a tall shield.
In the morning, after discovering the FBA man was parked outside I went up to take a pic. It was purely by chance as I stood there recording that I saw the 2 Quincy Police cars blast down Pine. Again. Another set of them. I’ve barely done FOIA requests on the last sighting than they show up again. I watched at the next window but could not see them parked. Patrolling Pine then, brazenly, in armed patrol cars? Are they on my side or the CIA’s? My feeling is the latter. They blazed down as Mr. FBA Man was mowing the street. All perfectly Normal, they must have noted to themselves at this crazy sight as they sloped off.
In that moment, standing by the Art Room window wondering what they were doing, a Mazzeo kindly gave me the news. It’s the Back of your Head, he informed me, with a hearty knock on the Cat Dish. Sorry, my Brain needs Shielding from ravenous wolves. But that’s what it was. They fail to get “Brain Data” readings and then knock the back of my head as a Police car blasts by and then another. Did they call them? I Had been singing in the kitchen earlier–my voice Terrifies them, I gather. 5:03 pm. Scratches and thuds on shield to my right. Cav radar in my mouth. How intimate. The CIA-DARPA-Israel-China set have built INTIMATE INVASION WEAPONS to INVADE A WOMAN’S MOUTH, THROAT, BELLY, and PRIVATE PARTS–Yes I have been treated to their Cavitation Radar at all those places and in fact, because they have Next Gen Weapons, they spend all their time trying different angles, different parts of these BODY PARTS. TAXPAYER DOLLARS to help the CIA AND DARPA get MORE AND MORE INVASIVE WITH ELECTRO BIO WEAPONRY TO FULLY AND TOTALLY FULL_SPECTRUM “SUBJUGATE, CONTROL, and DOMINATE” their “ADVERSARIES”–meaning, Writers, Poets, Teachers, Journalists, Artists, Mothers? 5:07 pm. [Children screaming, yelling, playing outside.]
Just made another brief recording (at 5:10 pm) to catch the sound of those kids playing and heard one of them, a little girl I think scream in a weird way on and on. I wonder if that is BCI-Tech manipulating and if that kid is targeted. For they do that kind of thing. RNM on my right calf, Mazzeos, 5:19 pm. How sick is that? They’re implanting children then. Then they make them scream–or do that before and give them a Behavioral Health Label. it’s all for the Mental Health department, to keep it going, as False Authorities–thuds on my head on the shielding, Chens, 5:20 pm. Confirmation? Both sides and the Blondie club have CIA affiliations I think. 5:20 pm.
5:23 pm: Yes I did finish that letter–although it seems parts of it were obscured when I re-read so I repeated myself. I sent it last night at 11:55 pm. I’ll have to print copies and send them. Yesterday the whole day I think they slowed my brain and spine with ELFs. There were attacks all day and last night and this morning sharp drug smells again in the bathroom and formaldehyde in the bedroom. The toilet in the bathroom I’ve been using was attacked, water kept leaking, not filling the tank. I stopped using it and closed the lower faucet off. I heard a sharp hit on the tank-Chen side. Intense knee hit, Chens, that’s ELECTRIC PULSE GENERATION. 5:27 pm. These people are VICIOUS CRIMINALS. Zoomer as I was being hit.
Another chatty plane groans by. 5:34 pm. [Airliner I think. Planes streaming again across Pine and Elmwood.]
Blasthits on Brain from behind and Chen side–the blue car and the Chen’s upstairs window: 5:36 pm. Shielding again.
6:19 pm: Massive left brain hits by the Chens, police drone overhead, perhaps I should say PoliCIA, then more blasthits on back of head. In between my turban hat fell off and I had to scramble to stick things back in and stick it back again on my much-wanted Head! [New police drone arrives, groaning–Machine Intel is now using my Name as if we are Old Familiar Friends, 6:20 pm.]
Letter Sent to the Mass AG and Secretary for the Commonwealth, copied to the Senate Intelligence, Judiciary, Foreign Relations, Armed Services, and Government Oversight Committees, Indian Ambassador to the US, Senators Markey and Warren, The Chief of Police in Quincy, Mark Kennedy, US AG Pam Bondi, DHS Secretary Kristi Noem, FBI Director Kash Patel, ODNI Tulsi Gabbard, Anna von Reitz and Ed Fulke, and some family:
6:37 pm: Sounds of doors crashing on the street and repeat hits on the shielding from underneath, from Blondie’s car on my shielding , all sides–Chens as well. Heart hits again, at the RF tag at my heart. Heartburn hits as well. I need to reshield or move. Was being done–the heartburn hits–to me by the Chens and Mazzeos and Khazars at Norfolk 147 as well this afternoon when I was getting ready to sing my new song–I cannot speak at all, I must be silent….[I will post this at Starstraw at some point but it is only for those who aren’t musically proficient like myself, I generally can’t hold any notes or most accurately find all my notes are turning into one…] 6:40 pm.
6:43 pm: Extreme heart hits. I used another shield over my heart and heard the hits coming from underneath, from across the street. That’s the Starsiak-PD club. But they are ALL 3 behaving in this fashion.
Instead of giving up post turban-hat and shielding-brain-success, they have intensified their efforts to attack my Heart, Brain, Knee, back of Spine, Chest, Voice, Breathing.
Using drones, planes, tons of police cars and police affiliate cars zooming up and down as well. RF blast on left toes, left foot. 6:46 pm.
“You cannot stand against DARPA, the US Air Force, CIA and Quincy Police protecting China and Israel and wanting your Head as well”??? Seriously! I am reporting TORTURE and NEAR-MURDER here. STOP THIS CRIMINAL ACTION ON MY BODY WITH YOUR EXOTIC WEAPONS WHICH NEED BURYING. 6:47 pm.
9:23 pm: Back upstairs, stuffed with masala dosai to keep me going. (All made by myself. The dosai maave from Wee in Boston sadly didn’t seem to work so well. Still good, but slightly non-fluffy, the rising. I tried a new way to make the fried potatoes and I think managed it. [Drown in oil seems to be the way to do it.][I did use Olive Oil, which is very good for health.] I must do more to get out from under this Reflectix. Sadly Breathing appears possible only here. Downstairs I’m quickly turned to Coronavirus-snivelling. Meaning, an in your face RF HPM weapon from the Chen Limings–who like to play Innocent and Victim, We are the Victim when they call POlice and have them sit in front of my house for 1.5 hours.
I suspect they are building New Mythologies now. I wonder what they are. I will have to spend some time Speculating.
But there is something I need to report. Just before I got up from here at 6:47 pm and went downstairs, I was blast-hit rather intensely at the heart from below–I think I reported it (above). Someone from below was trying to find my heart, and intense energy was sent as if from a Blast-Cannon Directed Energy Gun at the RF tag unlawfully and criminally implanted at my heart on December 20, 2022 by the South Shore CIA–collusive with the South Shore Emergency Department, Weymouth, Massachusetts. Then blasthits on the shielding on both sides. It was dark and this camera doesn’t take night pics or has been messed with. So I couldn’t take a pic. But I saw who had been parked here and was blasting my heart: The Silver Fusion Pickup, parked behind Blondie’s black police minivan, lifting out from there and going up the hill. I took a pic of Blondie’s lit porch, to mark the moment. I saw a bright white light behind the trees over the backyards opposite. Then a moment later the light was gone and I saw a drone directly opposite, slowly climbing. I tried recording a short video in the dark and will have to look at it to see what I got. But standing there for a moment I saw some drone action. Then bright lights on the hill and I went over to the other window. Someone with a large Range Rover and silver headlights blaring was parked right on top. I left after a couple minutes, completing my recording. Later I saw this thing was exactly like the one parked by the Mergels, where I’d seen a man park and emerge once–a fusion stalker, a zoomer, parking, getting friendly with the parked locals. It’s in exactly the same way that I noticed Silver Pickup man and his wife or girlfriend get friendly with the Blondie club and then slowly become regulars. Now they’re on dogwalking and dropping-off a 12 year old boy for in-community monitoring terms. [RNM, left foot, Chens or Mazzeos, 9:38 pm.]
Silver Pickup man himself is Gestapo. Sharp Kidney hits, heart hits are what I’ve gotten from him when he lands here just as I step outside to pull out my trash can. He has often leapt into action on Trash days. One might call him Trash Day Death Squad. On the surface he looks well-shorn–Haircuts do say “Police”–and normal. Lately he’s taken to dressing well. New shirts, matching shorts [lots of blast hits from the Chens and Mazzeos left and right on shielding and on my back. Shut up, say the Chens’ holosound…Really? Can’t give the game away? It’s Warsaw Ghetto here and Night of the Long Knives every other night and I can’t speak? 9:42 pm.]
And then the thing with the dog this morning. I described it on a video recording. Will have to post these all. Brief video reports, exposing these Police and Military contractors. How could Killing and Blasthitting people for Disabling and Diseasing come so easy for them? But some of them seem to be naturals. I wonder if they practice at Target Ranges and other such. Yesterday and today I noticed there were quite a few fusion pickups blasting down. And up. All of them third-party contractors–with General Dynamics?
9:49 pm: Blasthit on the shielding on my back, making a plastic clatter sound. Something they worked on assiduously downstairs. Stop, says Ngoan Chen–and why would I listen to her again? 9:50 pm.
Basically, Ngoan Chen and Chen Liming — the 2 here yesterday that is — worked together to spray me with colloidal and syn bio nano again, on both cheeks, while I was making my verbal report yesterday. They first slashed our privacy screen, cutting off large quantities of leaves and twigs both in front and in the back, to facilitate–I finally get it–spraying, sharpshooting, and attacking. They couldn’t stand the gorgeous privacy screen we had last year and attacked me openly, using saws and large clippers to cut our foliage then, refusing to listen when I spoke to them, from one foot away–this was last year. They did it again this year. And why? So they can use pressure-sprays to shoot deadly nano into my face, to disfigure and mutilate me. Which they have been doing to me, over and over, for several years now–all my videos show it. It was them. I think the Mazzeos do it too–but this couple are the masterminds here in terms of facial disfiguration by closeness to me–this woman, and man too, have been pushing in our fence slatslast year and this year so there are holes all down the fence now, to sneak up to and spray from. [A quite quiet drone went down the street a minute ago. 9:58 pm.] Black Ops special from and for Hollywood? Yes I know. I think everyone the world over needs to know this, That they have this kind of ghastly colloidal, collagen-making syn bio in sprays which is sprayed for subdermal inflammation which doesn’t end but blooms, with Radiation. You think it’s your own face doing this and you’re just getting fat. But it’s this sprayed nano. Remove it with coconut oil topically applied and equisetum, consumed. [Honk from the street, from Blondie’s car, 10:03 pm.]
They attacked me with some fervor, urgency, and intent yesterday. Shut up, says the new Projected Sound on the shielding to the left. 10:05 pm. Chens.
Meaning? They ESPECIALLY want to attack my face, to disfigure me. But it’s more than that. They want Fatface, LargeHead, CaluiflowerLumps and ExtraFlap by Ear: That’s Disfigurement and also INFLAMED LOOK–for they have written in “Substance Use Disorder’ on my United Health insurance card–along with “Mental Health”. Someone has just written these things in–and hidden the card; found by pure accident on my part in 2023, when I picked up a safe box slid under our bed in the Master Bedroom and opened it–a bed and bedroom I was not using then, but made sure I came into now and then to pick up clothes and clean–the Sophie of the day was in and out, using the attached bath and I was making sure the house was clean. Opening this box was momentous, the “Paul” of the moment–a non-Paul, a taller thinner man with the same bearded white look–seemed to look across from his pretend-office-duties and simply leapt on it, trying hard to grab all the papers in it and keep me from looking at them. [I Had been looking at them. I found 2 passports for Paul and one had an Army look to it with 3 stars on the side which made me stare at it. I did not understand what I was looking at. I think I took the Paul passport actually. There were passport photos I recall. Why didn’t I take them all? I should have grabbed that thing and run for it. But I was stupid. I was slow, and trying to mull over this and that, looking at these strange papers. Then one with a health record–not mine. Someone was paying Mark Vonnegut’s Pediatrics for a “psychiatric consultation”–yes that sort of thing is an OUTRAGE and I was getting steamed up. But was it Sophie’s then? I couldn’t see whose it was or why or when but it said $385 I think. [Someone sent me a right knee clamp a couple minutes ago–Chen or Blondie–she’s sitting in her car and smoking pot I think, to stay warm, while using HEMI or nsEP on my knee: “Oh I’m a COMMUNITY JUDGE WITH A WEAPON in my Community Justice Project to get all the writers in Quincy bad knees and broken ligaments.”
10:18 pm: So basically what I was discovering was the Clone Gaslighting and Crime CIA project from Double Black Deep Dive Hell. Someone is masterminding that project and he was that PWC non-Paul who has got one of the clones of Sophie as his child–or at least this guy was part of it. I hear some murmuring by the Mazzeos–yes I think they are part of it too, some of them. Now they’ve sent me BURNING VAGINA BURNING–Chens and Blondie–so I have to take a break. 10:22 pm
SKIN BURN SUB MILLIMETER WAVE BURN WEAPONS/AIR FORCE
10:39 pm: Note, I expose these criminals and they immediately use an Air Force Skin Burn weapon on me. That’s what they’re using on people, calling it 1033 and “joint development” and “tech transfer” and “emerging tech”–emerging into whose coffin? THESE ARE INVASIVE ABUSIVE RAPE AND TORTURE WEAPONS: which they’re using to “MANUFACTURE SYMPTOMS” of both named physical diseases and DSM-contrived Mental Disorders–in this case a UTI or Yeast Infection. I have neither, and cold water and stones ends this burning. Point and Shoot SKIN BURN WEAPONS USING SUB MILLIMETER WAVE TECH, similar to ADT devices, which use MILLIMETER WAVE tech–that’s very high radio frequencies at a specific frequency to affect the SKIN.
10:46 pm: Next, major clamp on my right knee nerve as I wrote that. Scrambled to reshield.
All 3 sides, retaliating for I am exposing the CIA, DARPA, US AIR FORCE, and local POLICE for TORTURING people and using UNETHICAL and INHUMANE WEAPONRY on Civilians, inside CONUS, inside the USA, on Americans.
Perhaps they think they can call that “Behavioral Health”? “Oh you seem to be Defaming Our Lordly Selves so We’re Giving you a little Extra Heat at your Very Core so you have to run to the bathroom”?
The POLICE and MILITARY appear to have sunk into DEVIANCE and PERVERSION and don’t even know it. What do they do in their police stations and cantonments I wonder? It must be one ORGY after another in there, with these SO VERY SPECIAL WEAPONS. 10:49 pm.
Well I take a VERY DIM VIEW of their shenanigans.
Anyway, to resume: 11:03 pm
The Sophies have been given similar names. They’ve been placed in the homes of several PWC men, some from California, some from Boston. Some clones of Paul. Some GMC clones of Paul. RNM on left leg, 11:14 pm. How well are they being taken care of? Some of these men are clearly as uninformed and unaware of the Pit of Psychiatry and the Lie and Scam and Fraud of Psychiatry as Paul has been. Psychiatrists are not just BRAZEN LIARS, lying to themselves and everyone else, they are PREDATORS, they are preying on people, with the blessing of the Board of Medicine, the Board of Psychiatry, the American Psychiatric Association, and the American Psychology Association. And YOU CANNOT TAKE CHILDREN TO PSYCHIATRISTS FOR ANY REASON WHATSOEVER. That’s a LABEL FOR LIFE TAKEDOWN and nonstop LADDER OF LABELS, FORCED DRUGGING, and FORCED BRAIN DAMAGE!
So one of these Pauls has taken one of the Sophies to Mark Vonnegut’s resident Psycho and she has merely consulted? No, she has placed a Label. And that is a HUGE F*ING PROBLEM.
EVERY SINGLE LABEL placed on any Sophie needs to be removed. No Sophie can be given any kind of Brain Damage drug–they’re ALL BRAIN DAMAGING–anytime. I’m allergic to pretty much every allopathic drug on the market, I’ve almost died from “side-effects”, and my grandmorher actually did die from a penicillin vaccination. No Sophie can therefore be given any kind of allopathic drug or vaccine.
Now with all the Sophies given the same name, graduating from the same school, given the same extracurricular profile–maybe they all have to hide on the Quiz Show in the back room?–and then some of them given False Psych Labels, each and every one of them is being set up for LIFETIME WEIRDNESS–the CIA could do anything to them. Talk about Medical Malpractice. This is Mega Identity Fraud–and what does the FBI think about that? “We’re really all about Accountability” I heard Kash Patel say, last week. Dan Bongino wasn’t in sight–I wonder why. [This was in Boston, it was live, it was one of those rare occasions I catch these moments live.] Has he been brought on board to become Accountable then for the Sins and Crimes of Vincent Lisi, Richard Des Lauriers, Joseph Bonovolonta, Christopher Wray and James Comey? He’s not accountable there, they are. THEY are accountable for their own crimes. WATCHLISTING PEOPLE WRONGFULLY AND SELLING THEM TO THE CIA FOR LIFETIME MAULING WITH RADIO WEAPONRY AND NEUROWEAPONRY IN BRAIN AND BODY BLASTING PROJECTS IS A CRIME.
So all these children and their Paul-K and Non-Paul-K (K for clone) daddies are in danger of being Gypped bigtime by Identity Fraud, Ladder of Labels, Behavioral Health, Public Safety, and Targeting by PoliCIA with Weaponry for Life.
That is a problem. 11:18 pm.
So in any case, things flew when this guy grabbed the papers and the box and I found the fako fako United Health card under the futon one year later or maybe some months later when all these strange men had left–finally debarred, prevented from entering and living here for 2 weeks at a time with their respective Sophies. The card made no sense, and when I pulled up the records online they made none either, they were filled with lies and strangeness–but that is what this is all about. The CIA-men–here Mazzeos and Chens and Blondie-club too–kicked Paul out so they could lie to the wife and sic her with clones, drugging her meanwhile and keeping her brain-dead so she couldn’t address all properly–for a long time.
12:47 am: Tightness at the chest, more Bladder and Private Part attacks by the PoliCIA club here and exhaustion. Scalar radar at the heart. “No we never sleep.” 12:50 am.
Supernaturally, the tank in the toilet cleaned itself and random fiddling led to it working again. Om Shreem Mathi Namaha…was the mantra I said a few times before these miracles occurred. 12:52 am, 10/28/2025.
