Reporter’s Note | Ramola D | 9:58 pm, November 2, 2025, 10:01 pm, November 3, 4, 5, 6, 2025
9:58 pm: Just after posting the Statement and Notice of CIA, DARPA, AIR FORCE, General Dynamics, Quincy Police, NIJ, DHS, & Foreign Nationals “Protected” by CIA & Local Police Running Long-Term 24/7 Electrical & Electromagnetic Torture & Slavery Operations Inclusive of Facial Disfiguration & Mutilation in Quincy, Massachusetts, November 2nd, 2025 and having my dinner and coming back here, I was blasthit at the heart by both the Chen Limings and the Starsiak-tenant Police people opposite. A dark grey car, perhaps the same parked here on Friday night roared up Pine and paused then parked on the other side of the hill. Engine cut, lights off, a man got out and went toward the Mergel house, next to the Chens. I was standing by the art room window and could feel the congestion hits at my heart, turned away, came back here. Instant heart hits from the Starsiak club. 10:01 pm
10:02 pm: Just after I published the Notice also, at 9:01 pm, the sound of acceleration and vrooming at 9:19 pm sounded on streets nearby. A zoomer just went by.
10:03 pm: Another zoomer. While I was writing, zoomers came close. Vibrations attacked my spine, twice. Each time I propped a shield against my spine. Throughout as well, the Mazzeos sent sound hits to the shielding on top and one of them sent hits to the shielding on my head, where I am wearing another turban hat filled with shielding, to protect my brain from their constant attacks.
11:52 pm: Sharp blast hit on my neck at shielding there, from the Chen Limings and Mazzeos.
12:08 pm: Sharp jerkshock on top of my head, Chen Limings. Have shielded again.
Private Print Logs, November 3, 2025
The Statement made today is at: Statement and Notice of Boston FBI, CIA, Quincy Police, CFC (Mass State Police) Protecting & Running 24/7 Death Squads & Domestic Terrorism in Quincy, Massachusetts & Statewide, November 3, 2025.
Near 1 pm, possibly at 12:55 pm, standing at the window overlooking the street and Mazzeo drive upstairs, I was blasthit extremely at the right knee on the nerve again. Extreme ELECTRICAL PULSE NERVE ATTACK ON THE KNEE: PURE SADISM, CRUELTY, and INHUMANE, UNETHICAL ATTACK from the direction of the Starsiak-PD-Police people and the street where Blondie’s car is parked. Was it her car, or someone else’s pulled in far into the Murphy drive and blasting from below? The floor is not fully shielded and needs to be. I cannot take much more of this EXTREME PAIN ATTACK. My knee is going to break and my overall health, thus attacked, will mean my LIFE WILL DRAIN OUT OF ME and I WILL DIE. Blondie would be the KILLER–that’s POLICE and CIA, POLICIA operating here like Satanics, with absolute impunity. Recording this here at 1:25 pm, Nov 3, 2025. Perhaps they think “She’s Brownskinned, it’s OK to KILL HER?” Or is it, “We need our DATA so who cares if she’s dead when we get it?” Another groaning plane, 1:26 pm, comes by. The word “America” floats out. AMERICA belongs to the NATIVE AMERICANS. When the CIA and POLICE play BRITISH HOUNDS and come after us with their aerials and their directed energy guns, they are attacking NATIVE AMERICA which is who WE ALL NEED TO STAND WITH AND RESPECT. 1:27 pm.
A second drone has just come by and seems to be hanging over here. The first elicited cracks on the shielding after the Chens plausibly attacked with SCALAR ANAL RADAR. I moved, adjusting the shielding beneath me. 1:14 pm
Helicopter again or small plane with Machine Intel. 1:15 pm.
Each time I move or breathe a Chen or Mazzeo says Shit! or F*k! 1:15 pm.
Access at heart, 1:16 pm. Sharp pain. Left side of heart system.
Ignoring my 2 Statements and Notices of yesterday and today, the CIA and Police factions continue to use their Drones and Helis and Small Planes for Terror and Radar Knifing into my Heart. Reporting this, 1:17 pm, November 3, 2025. NO ONE, not the POLICE, not the CIA has the right to come here with an aerial vehicle over or near MY PRIVATE HOME ON NATIVE AMERICAN LAND AND SOIL and blast my HEART–that’s a DEATH THREAT AND A DEATH HIT. UNACCEPTABLE. 1:18 pm.
Access at LEFT BRAIN, Chen Limings, 1:19 pm. Then a crack on a shield on my neck, Mazzeos. 1;20 pm. INSANE DERANGED DOMESTIC TERRORISTS seeking entry into my SKULL: ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN. BUZZ OFF. 1:20 pm.
1:54 pm: Mad zoomers, another drone and the Mazzeos go MAD with blasthits on the shielding at the back of my neck and head. ??? I’m not removing shielding. No point knocking on it.
Mazzeo car starts up and a loud Sweeper comes by, both putting ELFs on the bed. MADNESS outside. They don’t like me WRITING, it appears, in the Sonya Massey article. {Live} 2:02 pm.
Just noted:
2:41 pm: Very loud LRAD on shielding to my right from the MAZZEO SLAVEOWNER PLANTATION to the right. Apparently they are SLAVERS from ISRAEL, and I am their PRIVATE PROPERTY who cannot cower behind Steel and Reflectix? Perhaps they want to switch off their 5G Transmitter and REMOVE their ELECTRIC PULSE GENERATORS INSTEAD? Thuds on steel. 2:42 pm.
2;49 pm: They haven’t stopped thudding on this shield to my right. Blasthit on shield I’m sitting on, 2:51 pm.
A point to note: These weapons permit those who use them to ENSLAVE and SLAVEBIND, DOMINATE and SUBJUGATE people. There’s nothing you can do but shield–or move–when hit with these dangerous through-wall, through-air, through-skin INVISIBLE weapons. Stay unshielded and you will die. So the SLAVERS using DEGs force you to live your life hiding inside, shielding. Unable to live really. Merely survive. Then they run and call their FALSE PROPHET there “Tim O’ Brien” and his False-Authority partners in crime to come look at your shielding and tell everyone your fixation on shielding means “Paranoid Schizophrenia.” 2:55 pm, 11/3/2025.
CYBERHACKING ALL DAY: Cursor freezes, Page Down doesn’t work, another blast hit on shield to my right.3:08 pm. When I breathe, terahertz hit from the Chen Limings on my left hand, on bones and veins. “Discipline” I’ve heard them say a few times–projected sound Techno Acousto. And Hospital. DOMESTIC TERRORISTS WORKING WITH FOREIGN VISAS. 3:09 pm, 11/3/2025.
4:11 pm: Witnessed a black SUV similar to Blondie’s come and park on the hill and sit there for about 15 minutes. Had no working camera to record this. A small black convertible, possible Mazda, went up the hill, top up. It’s a little cold outside and the colors on the cherry are exquisite but I can’t take a pic. My phones have both been frozen by the CIA. Or PoliCIA. Mazzeo-IDF certainly, and the Chinese CCP crowd next to us whoe one shd call the SCCP for Skunks. All CIA-affiliated.
Amazingly I have my mouse pointer working now. Someone has zoomed up close and parked perhaps at the Mazzeo drive. Thudhits on shielding to my right. Another zoomer. 4:17 pm.
I feel very weak and exhausted. I wonder if that means I am dying. A few minutes ago, the Mazzeos–uing ELECTRIC PULSE WEAPONS parked on their roof, attacked me from behind and above and blasted incessantly at that nerve on my knee which feels broken now. The pain is EXTREME. This is ELECTRICAL WEAPONRY. It is acting through-wall and it is operating at a millimeter-wave frequency, a very high frequency, higher than 5G. When it is used it sizzles and burns nerves which are HIGHLY SENSITIVE to any kind of touch. So what are these people really doing? They are TORTURING AND BLASTING THAT KNEE–and me–so that it will BREAK DOWN COMPLETELY. I think they want a limp, they want brokenness. All this while driving their blue MEDICAL DICTATORSHIP AND DESPOTISM car and showing me hypodermic syringes from inside the car. They profess HEALTH OBSESSION and OBSESSION WITH CONTAGION, a PANDEMIC FIX. They act like they live in the 19th century the whole lot of them, CDC especially. When people died of TB and plagues. The Spanish FLU was radar. Not contagion of any kind. Since then it’s only been RADIO TRANSMITTERS used as WEAPONS. I have been given this knowledge by THEM, by experience. When they are blocked from constant RF HPM and RF MMW on my nose and face, I can breathe perfectly and purely…4:23 pm.
4:34 pm: Such intense NERVE attack on my knee, they think they can run because they did it to our mother. They made her suffer for decades because she was slim, thoughtful, creative, beautiful. Was it the Brahmins in India who did that to her? Who run the CBI? Or just Satanics? My mother was dark, as dark as quite-dark Africans. IS that why they targeted her? She was a teacher–and one who would have become more of a painter and artist and writer had she had time, had she not been targeted. But she gave us all a love of the arts and of reading–she was a great reader, and towards her latter years, a writer as well. When this criminal attack on me is stopped I hope to start my own Literary Press and publish her memoir first. 4:28 pm.
4:39 pm: A car has zoomed up and parked. Instant cut from the Home Depot server. the Mazzeos have sent more hits to my knee. And they think I should sit around letting them. Loud sound of kids and people in the street then people moving in to cyberhack further. Instead of staying away from my house and ENDING THEIR CONTRACTS TO KILL AND MURDER AND TORTURE PEOPLE. 4:41 pm.
Each one of them is making SUFFERING for themselves not just others. Go ask the Buddha, he’ll tell you how you did it. [You might be dead then.] 4:42 pm.
An early death and a short life…and suffering on your BODY exactly where you gave it to others. Look forward to it. Car door slams and bangs and pathetic repeats, Mazzeos. 4:43 pm.
Another blasthit on the nerve of my right inner knee. Car honks. 4:44 pm.
4:55 pm: Mazzeo slams car door suggestively after blasting me at a nerve on my right hand. “We do torture and we can’t stop ourselves, serious addiction problem.” They’re all bearded and wear glasses, much like the Austrians and Germans who first started torturing women when they invented “Psychiatry”, a means to disappear people from society. Yes, Psychiatry, said the Monocled Ones, we can use That to pretend GREAT AUTHORITY. [Blast hit on shielding at my left eye, Chen Limings, 4:57 pm.]
5:19 pm: Close stalking ongoing: zoomers. Mazzeo in drive and sending blast hit to nerves on my right hand. Chens blasting LRADs on bed. Can’t breathe. And sound of overlay voices nonstop as if we are n India or CHina with a buzzing of voices from the strret–another amplified, electronic sound, sometimes floated in also on this heater which seems rigged, as all the “equipment’ is which is ordered and delivered to the house. Sirens. 5:20 pm.
11:41 pm: Drones have been by twice or small planes, very high, and both times I was suddenly sharply hit, once on my calf with RNM and the second time with an intense Nerve attack on my knee. I Have covered it with shields. After a few minutes I was pulsehit on my nerve again, from the Blondie side. She is probably sitting in bed, pointing and electrocuting. I put my hand on my knee and Terahertz flickers blasted my fingers. {As I write C4ISR planes move about, zoomers move about, and both try to find the exact spot on my nerve on my knee–zoomer, 11:45 pm–to hit. The nanobiosensor implanted on my tongue by a South Shore Weymouth CIA Specialist in Black Ops on Dec 20, 2022 lights up and then the nerve on the knee is hit. Who opened my mouth and put a small metallic RF chip, very micro, at the tip of my tongue that night? For someone did. The CIA would like to keep this secret but they can’t, they have done too much. Just Way too much. 11:48 pm. Yes, they knocked me unconscious first.
11:49 pm: Just prior, at 11:29 pm, Blondie sent a sharp hit to the shield I drew up to stop her sending congestion frequencies to my heart. Also put something up against my chest. The atrial fibs paused.
11;52 pm: RIght now I am back to protecting my right knee from the sharks on all 3 sides here. I keep getting hit.
Private Print Logs Nov 4, 2025
11:53 am: Jerkshock on top of head and VULVA PROBING by Chens for Bladder leaks. Just writing in my Notes of things to complete and had come to the Carney docs.
12:01 pm: ANOTHER jerkshock to the top of my head–will have to move. Chens and Mazzeos I think, through Reflectix. Mazzeo keeps banging car doors in drive.
4:53 pm: Just shielded again from the blasthits at the nerve on the inner knee. CHen Limings, hitting from above. Two or three shields of solid steel seem to be needed, in addition to rubber at the skin. I will have to shield better, for this is a most insane attack that they have all 3 become fixate don. My Notice on what they did last night is here: Statement and Notice of US Air Force, General Dynamics, CIA-CFR, FBI, CFC, FAA, FCC, City of Quincy & Quincy Police Running Disablement & Death-Hit Operations in Quincy, Massachusetts, November 4, 2025.
4:55 pm: About 5 minutes ago as I came up here and sat down on my bed again–having stolen a few moments to work on a couple brief painting projects–a Mazzeo car drove up immediately and honked. The kid from across who has been outside yelling and honking the Blondie car for about 2 minutes straight came over and did some tracking I believe.My back is being vibrated now for between the two of them they’ve got a nice Read on my spine–one of the many TRACKERS, unlawfully implanted at SOUTH SHORE CIA WEYMOUTH HOSPITAL on Dec 20 2022 or the Mazzeo one, mid-spine–and Blondie in her hot pink jacket today is busy buzzing me from inside her house–or one of the boys is. There are 3 boys hanging out there with her, 2 Korean or Chinese-looking and one indeterminate–the one honking–I mean his face was turned away, he might be Italian-American. 4:59 pm.
While I was painting in the art room , sun shining through Eastern Pines behind the Blondie house and burning brightly into the room, the Chen Limings had a good time RF blasting my face and chest so in no time my nose was leaking. Still, I strove on. Painting a linden leaf these days for even 3 minutes becomes a battle with the Chen Limings for my nose and my health. Several SUVs and zoomers went up and down, one parked; the black Range Rover haunting the Mergel house parked. The Blondie club arrived–foster kids I suppose, whom she’s using for her Police ploys–evident in a few minutes. After a while a man went up to the Chen Liming house and I heard snippets of conversation of interest and went over to the window–but he lowered his voice, turned his back to me, once bending and looking up as if to catch sight of me–aware then I was there–then turning his back, fiddling with something in his pocket and continuing to natter away with a Chen Liming whom I could not see. I think he was taking readings. “I’m in charge of this area,” he said to Chen Liming, and blah blah blah. Oh really? And who is he? He finished his conver and walked down the street. I saw him later cross back, cross the Blondie house and get in a small black car with a single line of taillights and zip up the hill. He looked Chinese and wore black over dark grey and had a notepad. He seemed to be playing Behavioral Health, Communism from the Quincy Police Department, but may just have been DARPA-CIA trying to get “readings” for his pet project. There is another lethal-looking black Police-style minivan parked by the oak now (5:21 pm) and the Mazzeos’ white car is back, occupying space and bristling with Israeli and CIA weapons. 5:21 pm.
I have been pulsed at that nerve again about 5 times since the Mazzeo car came here–and the Chens were attacking from above. I have shielded further, and have ordered a few more mini loaf pans and anti-skid rubber wheels and a new rubber bath mat to cut up to use there to stop their attacks–which seem to increase when I shield. [Vroomer, 5:23 pm. May have been 5:22. He seemed to U-turn and go dowthe street or wa sone street over.]
I have sworn NEVER to get sick again but they are working on an UPPER RESPIRATORY VIRUS-PRETENCE with nose-hits and the nerve-hits from last night have rendered me weak and fatigued. I had a salad earlier and will continue eating for strength. I have no intention of getting sick, Sudden blasthit on shielding on the bed behind me, 5:24 pm. Blondie’s car has left, tomorrow is Trash Day I think, and perhaps the criminal trio here was working on breaking my knee so I couldn’t do my Trash and Recycles? Must have been. They’re pathetic that way and have been attacking fearsomely just before Trash Day every single week.
Meanwhile the Techno Acousto club from next door float in their precious voices, running Techno Audio Harassment: Mental Health. No husband. Crap like that.
The lie of “Mental Health” is being revealed. 5:27 pm. People need to rise en masse and question the lie of Psychiatry, Psychiatrists, “Behavioral Health” and Mental Health. Psychiatrists cannot stand, and cannot be allowed to stand over everyone else: that is the crux of their lie, and it is built on both False Premise and Utter Rubbish. 5:30 pm. [Indy Derby on the street and honks. Mazzeos send a sharp slice hit into my LEFT BREAST, from above and to my left. KHAZARIAN MAFIA CRIMINALS. 5:31 pm.]
The camera’s gone again and as I try to run a Windows update, cars zoom loudly on the street, loud voices, car door slams, and slams on my shielding as well as loud cracks in nearby houses each time I hit Enter on my keyboard. A whole street of Discontents, in the dark, on a cold fall night, at 5:42 pm, clearly up to something.
Techno Acousto, trying my name, in my father’s voice. CIA TRASHING DOLLARS to terrorize people. 5:43 pm. [My father’s voice does not terrorize me, it is PRIVACY INTRUSION to mimic my father’s voice and replay it here. In fact, while CUTTING ME OFF from all communications with my father, and DISAPPEARING letters I write to him. Also, at the other end, telling him lies; note, MY CELL PHONE HAS BEEN STOPPED BY THESE CRIMINALS; I cannot get it to work–and APPLE REFUSED TO PUT MY NEW CELL INTO SERVICE–so I have NO CELL PHONE SERVICE, NO CELL PHONE, the CIA is HOLDING ME HOSTAGE while absolutely crazed, murderous loons have been parked around me and are using deathly electric weapons on my knee and heart.]5:46 pm.
No means of communication with anyone. And now my camera also has been attacked by them again. I cannot communicate with a SINGLE MEMBER OF MY REAL FAMILY. And have not been able to since last year, around Christmas, when my cell phone was frozen out. 5:47 pm.
The CIA did this so they could keep using their clones of Paul to gaslight me, lie, and pretend to be Paul–SPOUSE IMPERSONATION–and come by and whisper to the Mazzeos INSANE STORYLINES of my being “stubborn and refusing to speak with her family”. 5:49 pm. They are maintaining lies in my name, as the Quincy Police Department is as well, and the Boston FBI. DEFAMATION AND SLANDER they both need to be sued for. Terahertz on my right hand, 5:50 pm, and RNM on left calf, Mazzeos in their car in their drive.
Which reminds me: this afternoon while I was putting back some of those wire gauze panels which had come apart in the wind, using a hammer, the last 3 fingers of my left hand were hit with a HEMI CRAMP WEAPON, from the direction of the Blondie house–no cars there–and from the lone SUV parked in the Murphy drive. The Murphy man has previously blasted me in that way while hammering nails in for the wire gauze. So I must conclude it is him, or him in collusion with the 14 year old or older boy the Police parties like to leave upstairs, to nonstop track and hit with RF from inside; I have seen this boy picked up by others in the evening, after his day shift, in the “COMMUNITY JUSTICE PROGRAM” where you can bash people to bits with RF HPM, ADT, electrical, and other choice weapons, get all your ire out on them, and then pretend you did nothing–sorry, only Police affiliates or Police parties are given this job. You must be prepared to be VIOLENT. Zoomer, 5:55 pm.
6:22 pm: Intense heat on my back and a blast on the shield I’ve just pulled up–right after a very sinister sounding drone came close, making a sinister Predator sound. It sounded like the drones from last night, coming up high then helping the locals sizzle my nerve to bits. I suspect that Blondie is the one who gave me the ADT heat and the Predator is once again looking for my Nerve. Better shielded I guess–3 or 4 small steel and stainless shields and then the Sound Shield on one side as well. What a relief. WITHOUT SHIELDING I WOULD BE DEAD. 6:26 pm.
10:03 pm: Reporting a couple things: One, for a couple of hours while I sat here, reading, and writing a little further in the Sonya Massey article, I’ve been continuously probed in back, and in the face by the parties closest here, fighting a leaky nose and insistent hits to the knee, where shielding kept slipping. Two, I’m just back from putting the trash cans out, it was near 9:30 I think when I did, and my heart was accessed and fibrillated both near the Chen Liming house as I stood on the porch and outside as I dragged the cans down and came back to the porch and closed the gate. The hits came from directly across, the Blondie house where no car stood just then, and the 2 Murphy stand-in cars on the hill, both armed, I suspect with RF and electrical weapons, the GMC Suburban and the grey shark car. A large car rolled past the house just before I stepped out, I saw the round tail lights, red, retreat down the street. Timed I am sure and just missing my entrance. Being heart-hit again as I sit here. From all around, including the Ruane house and others. [A car rolled up and parked and left as I wrote the above, 10:12 pm.]
Anyway, what this tells me is those who have these weapons can take anyone down. Anyone’s health down. [Very loud vroomer, and fireworks now as well, 10:13 pm.] Motorbike, down Granite and Route 3 possibly. Or on Newport. Who knows.
With something like these heart weapons–it seems they have a few–you wouldn’t even know you were being hit if you didn’t know about the weapons. You would just feel odd, a feeling of tightness at the chest, then a kind of gasping for breath, clearer feeling of congestion, or a sense of the heart fibrillating, ever so slightly and you would feel weak and exhausted and you would not know why. They have weapons to graze your throat and make you cough, and HEMI and skin paralysis weapons to run that feeling of slowing and stiffening all up your left upper arm. [Terahertz on right hand, 10:18 pm. Mazzeos concur. They’ve done it many times, they say, and they are criminal murderers and won’t admit it to themselves. Oh we’re spies, they say, Spies are Forever! Chortle chortle! ] [They’re wrong. Spies die, and often when young; these days, with these weapons, can any of them feel secure? No, their ex-girlfriends and pals in the kibbutz of crime there will turn on them.]
The future is not Weapons. Of any kind.
But right now, that’s what we have. People sitting next to us, fixated on us night and day, using a plethora of weapons to break our knees and joints, burn our skin, blow up our faces, fibrillate our hearts and give us arthritis and varicose veins and stiff shoulders and necks , keeping us from walking, living, being. Demons of the dark ages, and oblivious to their own part in this. [Thuds on shielding, 10:28 pm.]
11:30 pm: Must report as well that this morning I witnessed a Mazzeo sweeping leaves toward our yard–maybe he was mulching our trees? I was directly above him, looking down, trying to see what he was doing when the window seemed to jiggle and I had to move it and open it a bit and slam it down. Next moment I looked I witnessed a blue scurrying toward the back door and then the blue or denim-clad sweeper came back and looked up at me and turned out to be red-ginger-gold-haired and bearded, short, not as noticeably pink as the others, a new man, and he put on a kind of clown face and gave not-me-I-hope the “finger”. I couldn’t believe it. What was that for? But he was the one involved in last night’s attack on my knee. I stared at him and he finally turned around and vanished. What was I going to say to him? Nothing, for there is nothing to say to an assassin but “LEAVE THIS AREA IMMEDIATELY!” I refrained, and he disappeared. The time was a quarter to 8 am. Daylight Savings Time.
11:38 pm: Massive jerkshock on the top of my head as I closed my eyes for a second. Mazzeo side I think. I pulled the shielding down behind my head at once. How do these men get away with using such shocks of such high intensity through-wall like this. Insanity.
Private Print Logs, November 5, 2025: Beaver Moon, Supermoon (near Perigee)
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11:11 am: Sitting on the side of my bed, back to the Mazzeos. who just honked.
My right knee is still being accessed, currently by Mazzeos and Chen Limings. I’m wearing extra shielding over it and when it slips or I walk I am being attacked on that nerve again–it’s ELectric Pulse tech and they are using extra high pulses to PENETRATE the shielding. This is their current occupation. 11:12 am.
In the morning, when I went outside to feed the birds, clad like a matador with a wire gauze visor for face protection, hobbling down the steps for I cannot walk anymore, my right knee is broken and I am limping like a 95 year old Fattie who has been consuming a carnivorous Khazarian diet when I am in fact much slimmer — although fighting weight gain through sharp Pulsed Energy Projectile attacks on my liver and gallbladder and pancreas and abdomen every single day, lobbed or rather cannon-ball-shot by the Mazzeo redheads and the Chinese criminals and no doubt the German Blondie clan as well, although their house is far away when I am in the back rooms and upstairs. [This is a long house, very badly designed on the street full of long houses where we have lots of space in the backyards and back but none whatsoever by our house sides. Didn’t Paul know this house was wrong when we bought it? But there were only 2 bigger houses we saw at the end of summer when we bought it in 2011, and he wanted to be close by the T for he was already wedded to his job then, having spent 6 months here in Boston at his job, and we were living in an apartment then, in summer and it was very tight and crowded. 11:18 am.
Someone made a strange “Non Lethal Squawk” sound just then as I wrote that and zoomed down or up the street. Perhaps a police party. They have all sorts of NON LETHAL SOUND and ACOUSTIC and NEURO and RADIO and ELECTRICAL WEAPONS now and they think they’re justified in using these monstrosites on our bodies and in our neighborhoods, without any kind of disclosure whatsoever. “We’re SLAVERS after all and we get to WHIP THE POPULACE WITH SECRET RADIO FREQUENCY AND BRAIN STIMULATION AND SPINE STIMULATION DEVICES without them knowing.” “We are after all “ANNOUNCING OUR PRESENCE” with SQUAWK and WHOOP and WAIL weapons, and FLASHING LIGHTS IN BRILLIANT COLORS and LOUD TRUCK ENGINES with DEATH-DEALING EXHAUST EMANATING.” 11:21 am.
I breathe and RNM hits my right calf. Someone else went down the street. And someone just went up. 11:22 am.
Bringing some fallen redbud and mock orange and oak leaves to the Art Studio, I witnessed a small white lethal looking car with a black top and black partially-shaded windows slink in a sinister way up the hill, and turn its turn signals on in yellow flashing and turn onto Granger as if its habit was to be circumspect and incidental, when it was clear looking at it that was a CIA car and the CIA is here, desperate for readings. From my head mostly I think, which I’ve covered and am not uncovering. 11:25 am.
Last night the Mazzeos managed to JERKSHOCK me on the top of my head, through metal cakepan shielding and rubber beneath only because I was sitting still. 11:26 am.
This morning–not sure if I finished–outside feeding birds, a child cried next door in the CHen Limings backyard. I had seen a shorter fatter version, perhaps younger–a DIFFERENT MAN–wearing a white sweatshirt and pajamas and a hat to cover his face bustling in front, crowding a 100 brown bags of leaves to the curb, leaves which must have fallen from the stand of 300-year-old maples in the backyard of 147 Norfolk and their own. Virtuously and German, for it seems overnight that Pine Street became German: We Must Sweep Every Single Leaf Away, We Must trim our grass to only shavings and dead earth. Maybe Arid, Dragon Chinese and German. 11:29 am.
In the back, that small child crying and I looked over, and it looked about 2 and had a towel over its head and needed help. A woman was shouting at it in Chinese. A boy I guess. They shout at boys a lot in that house and this was a different woman. She emerged from the back of the yard and I saw she was fairer than the last 2 Ngoan Chens and was older and more raucous and fishwife-like. She bustled up the side of the yard and looked pointedly up at our trees, which are glowing a soft golden yellow and peach, most. She and her ilk have CUT OUR LEAVES AND BRANCHES so what is she looking at? Subtle signals here that it’s our tree leaves she’s forced to rake and sweep? She disappeared, and I hobbled down the steps, needing to move my knees as I watered, and picked up leaves, and put down bread and apple for the squirrels. Both the Mazzeo and Chen Liming sheds were sending electric pulses. By the side as I went up to the side-gate, a nasty smell of LPG–gas–liquified petroleum gas, the kind we get in our gaslines and entering our ovens–assailed me as if in a cloud of Agent Orange. I reeled backward, gasping. Standing for half a second by the birdfeeder, intense high sound frequencies attacked my left ear. Mergels or Chens, one or both of them. Throughout, a dull congestion and weakness at the heart: Chen Limings, shed and under deck. [Blondie is being social, speaking loudly to someone. A man’s voice as well. And my knee being hit. 11:35 am.] [The zoomers must have parked and are scouring the area for “VULNERABLE PERSONS” they think live here.] 11:36 am.
I moved and a sharp knock sounded on my right ear, under shielding. The pain went on, I put up a hand to heal it and stood for a moment beneath the golding mock-orange and the yellow linden, a row of hearts on every limb still. I would like to plant these lindens everywhere in Quincy, they are so exquisite. I am collecting the seedpods. They are perfect for children, for Art in summer and Fall especially. Imagine them being planted in every elementary and middle school so the children have that perfection to gaze at and be comforted by. I could go on–but their schools here are dreadful. The Central Middle School where the Principal attacked me–and Vice Princey, whose name suggests CIA–[Susan Shea Conner], the Principal being Richard DeCristafaro the Second–and Dave McCarthy of General Dynamics made his presence known [now again a Ward Councillor]–is paved over with cement and has no trees as I remember. Maybe a few exist, here and there. But it looks like a Prison from Hancock Street, and on the side street as well, with its paved plaza–why is Nature not permitted to flourish, in these public schools? [Someone is dragging trash cans outside, 11:43 am.] Are they getting the children used to “Juvenile Justice” and “Behavioral Health”? PARENTS who are educated need to go educate the Principals at these schools. Plant some more trees please, and lovely gardens and walking trails and sitting places for the kids. Classrooms in Nature. [Mazzeo hit on shielding on my nack, I need to move. 11:45 am.]
Not Police in schools, calling themselves “SCHOOL RESOURCE OFFICERS”–who then run about texting pics of themselves to the girl-children and the teachers…and attack kids in kindergarten. 11:47 am.
In a textbook on FUNCTIONAL NEUROIMAGING I read about the Neuroscience interest in “Cognitive Control” and ” Decomposition of Brain Function” in children. Is the CIA-DARPA crowd planting police in schools so they can grab certain kids for their nasty experiments? {Someone slams a large truck door outside, slides it. 11:50 am. My heart is being intensely congested. 11:50 am.]
I got up at that point to take a look outside and save my Heart. Witnessed a man in all black with bright blue on his back carry packages onto the Pinester porch and confuse me as to whether he was Mail or Amazon. Then I saw the large mail van parked diagonal to my seat here just past the ChenLiming front walk where they’ve piled bags of dead leaves from last fall. That van is not the large kind which has haunted here but just one size down, larger than the usual jeep style size. So a large van, and that man in Black and Blue looking like a Deceiving Mailman CIA-COP from the Marine Corps had been sitting there blasting me at my heart. I should report also that before I got up I spent some moments with my Sound Shield, and blast RF HPM was being pounded in from that direction. Somehow I had not expected a mail van to be parked just there. I suspected the Chen Limings. But I think it was this guy, the Mailman. And up the hill from there a very large truck with its back open as if someone was hauling their stuff away and fast. The Satanists like to keep their SUV and minivan back doors open though–symbolic for, Perhaps we can let all that BAD AIR WE’RE GROWING THERE out fast? It’s a Satanic, Devil-worship thing, and the Police pretend they’re not Satanic but I suspect they are. They spend their nights sending Vroomers on the streets–what does that make them? ABSOLUTE MANIACS. 12:54 pm.
I stood for a moment by the Art window looking out then left as I felt the pulses come in again. They’re all pulsing–Chens and Blondies–and I just felt a MMW burn under my right breast, Blondie’s car I bet. 12:55 pm. Oh it’s a DOUBLE NUMBER and I AM A HUMAN SACRIFICE VICTIM so their DEVIL OPERATIONS can continue forever! I must remember that EVERY SINGLE F*KING SECOND! 12:55 pm.
And guess what else: I can’t see my Trash can anywhere–did the CHens grab it or the Blondie set? The Recycle bin is parked by the curb but the Trash can has disappeared! Remember, last year, these posse of freaks stole THREE YARD WASTE CANS. Simply disappeared them. 12:57 pm.
And further, someone has attacked my Private Property sign in front. It was on the ground yesterday and I picked it up and brought it in. The stakes have disappeared. One is parked there and I can’t yank it out. I will have to get a new one. Maybe I’ll get a new NO PARKING sign with it, a giant flashing one with BLUE LIGHTS so they get the message. THEIR POLICE ARE NOT MY POLICE! I have my own and they are smarter! They don’t attack people. 12:58 pm.
To report as well, when outside being blasted with 10 weapons by the Chens and Mergels, several planes flew past, very low, running THREAT OPS. We are Terrorists, they said, over Machine Intel over engines, we come after WOMEN first. We are all powerful here and you are all going to be squashed. No use calling us the Air Force and things, we are GANGSTERS FROM THE PITS OF HELL and we want to implant and track each one of you until ETERNITY just BECAUSE! Now I couldn’t see these terrorists, they were hiding behind Cloud Cover, but I heard every word they broadcast. That’s the news in a nutshell, and I suggest EVERYONE begin DISMANTLING EVERYTHING. They have weapons now, and these are worse than the drugs you hear people are carrying in their private parts. They have them super small now, and I am sure millions of us could write the HORROR STORY CHRONICLES OF THE 21st CENTURY relaying exactly how we’ve been hit by them. 1:03 pm.
1:37 pm: Sudden jerkshock on top of my head and odd images of someone kicking a dog–that’s the Mazzeos breaking in despite my head being shielded. I closed my eyes for a second then a shock. There is someone parked closeby banging doors. 1:38 pm. Working in the Sonya Massey article.
2:12 pm: Just a second ago, the Mazzeos got into my BRAIN and forced a sound–my own–just a sound like Hmm–out of my mouth. HOW DID THEY DO IT. I scrambled to reshield my head and realized: it’s the new BCI tech they stuck at the top of my spine, base of skull, at South Shore CIA Weymouth Hospital. [I am going to work on my ACCOUNT and FINISH THEM SHORTLY.] I have found some hardcore rubber and stuck it there now and they are worrying the back of my back now where there is steel shielding, trying to find the other implants. IMPLANT FINDING AND SENDING ENERGY TO AND CRAPPY SOUNDS TO ARE WHAT THEY ARE SPENDING THE ENTIRE DAY DOING. When I moved to reshield, Shit Shit and F*K sounded from the CHEN LIMINGS who are working in close concert with them. A drone sounds yet again. BRAIN THIEVES ALL. CIA, DARPA, AIR FORCE, and QUINCY POLICE. Can anyone imagine POLICE using NEUROWEAPONRY? BUT THEY ARE. 2:36 pm.
2:33 pm: Blast hit at solid anti-skid rubber placed at bottom of my spine from the Mazzeo REDBEARDS FROM HELL. I placed another rubber pad against my back and pulled a baking sheet shield to my right. Instant rushing of Mazzeo to drive and pretending to drag cans about. Now another drone….see how they spend their time? TAXPAYER DOLLARS FRAUD WASTE AND ABUSE. 2:34 pm.
6:14 pm: Blasthits on my knee again from the Chens. Someone by the oak, sending in electrical energy which is maiming my right arm–maiming [honk from there, 6:15 pm while a drone can be heard above] may not be the right word but my right arm and hand have been targeted by all sides and I wake with my elbow attacked, my upper arm assailed with RF-pull energy blasting the unlawfully implanted RFID trackers there–the one which Leslie Alexander, MD lied about although it was clear as daylight on the arm X-ray…what a criminal. Doctors who lie like that so others can pound your body day and night and steal your brain using EMF weaponry are part of the “Network” who call themselves elite. I wonder if she calls herself Jewish too. Which is a religion and a culture: don’t call yourself Jewish if you’re a criminal like that. [Dangerous vrooming sounds on the next street. I gather some of the locals are having a hard time blasting my spine to bits since I slid some Bath mat rubber in a roll over my spine this afternoon (7 bucks on Amazon, highly recommended)–I heard the Mazzeos simply pound diff spots on my spine, on top of that rubber, cursing. They managed to get in a few shots on my knee though, including one at 5:21 pm when I briefly stepped onto the backyard deck. It was getting dark but still dusk. The blast came from the Mazzeo shed. Intense electric pulse–and how nice, to be able to live among people, with all your weapons in your shed, blasting away in silence at nerves like that. “Medical” then, floated in on Techno Acousto. Unfortunately not one of them looks reputable, and “Medical” today isn’t, either. 6:22 pm.
7:06 pm: Pulled a shield across and cut off some of the intense Heart Fibs from Blondie’s car. Noises down there and she clearly is sending ELfs to the bed and Heart Fibs to my heart. Someone’s been going up and down the street. Dark and cold and gloomy. Not as cold as last night and early this morning but overcast.
7:34 pm: Drone directly over my head. I’ve pulled the Reflectix across. Someone just accessed the left back part of my head–Chen Limings and Mazzeos or one of them. Back Fold on. MY BRAIN IS NOT HERE FOR ACCESS BY CIA DRONES OR THE MAZZEO CRIMINALS OR THE CHEN LIMINGS OR ANYONE ELSE. BACK DOWN, BACK OFF, STOP YOUR CRIME, AND LEAVE ME ALONE. 7:36 pm. Note, someone else snarled down the dark street with a very loud engine as I wrote that, around 7:34 pm. Oh I get it. They blasted me at 7:33 pm! What pathetic freaks.
7:41 pm: Loud slam on shielding from the front from Blondie’s house. Some kind of revving of a motor in the distance. I’ve pulled another shield behind my head–a message to the Mazzeos. Apparently they want to keep on living here and keep on attacking in this criminal fashion. My life is supposed to be forever gone, and theirs forever spinning….7:42 pm.
More honks and a drone again, 7:48 pm.
Basically, the Police running this Crime Spree here with drones and honks and incessant “Monitoring”, meaning full-on assault of the BACK OF MY HEAD, SPINE, FACE, ARMS, KNEES, SHOULDERS, HEART and everything else, 24/7 by these creeps planted here next door breathing down my neck all day and at night positively macerating me to bits, think they can go on FOREVER like this. THEY have grants and guns, and I AM TO HAVE NO LIFE WHATSOEVER BUT SHIELDING AND COWERING FOREVER to escape their hits. And to try to breathe again, for it’s breathing they focus on. AND FURTHERMORE, they have slammed my Home Depot order now for 7 more sheets of galvanized steel to put around me, to protect my knee and my heart from their DEADLY AND DEATHLY LETHAL WEAPONS THROUGH-WALL. A man from Home Depot called and left a very curt message, as if I had affronted him in some way with my order. That man is probably CIA and he is FRUSTRATED himself because his BROTHERS IN ARMS here can’t get me with their PULSE WEAPONS? More likely he is QUINCY POLICE, full of himself. I need to shield from Blondie’s DEADLY DEATH HIT HOUSE AND CAR. I need to place solid metal barriers between her implements situated on her windowsill and in her window and that hood and trunk of that POLICE SUV/FORD EXPLORER from where ELFS and VHFS and RF HPM and ADT and nsEP–electric pulses are being sent, to injure my knee. [Another drone or low plane as I wrote that, 7:54 pm.]
Blasthit on shielding from Blondie side, 7:54 pm.
So when did Quincy Police think they could install a whole “COMMUNITY JUSTICE PROJECT” here with a Blondie and a Black Pickup man–seen here yesterday morning as well, briefly, parked in that drive–running 24/7 LIFETIME ASSAULT AND BATTERY PROJECTS on my body? 7:57 pm.
This is Criminal Behavior. Quincy Police is not “Law Enforcement” but LAWLESSNESS INCARNATE. 7:58 pm.
Private Print Logs, November 6, 2025
12:23 am, 11/6/2025: Terahertz playing on my fingers. Electric Pulses attempt to attack my knee but thank heaven for rubber bath mats and new steel miniloaf pans and antiskid rubber wheels–these work. For the most part. I sometimes have to readjust shielding. I’ll do a post soon on all of this with links but that’s what it is and if you are ever hit electrically at nerves on your knee, use rubber at skin and steel above, layers of both.
The Chens and Mazzeo have been blasting my arms, shoulders back. When my head is exposed it’s instant carnage 5g-like RF MMW to simply strip all oxygen near my face and leave me near gasping for breath and feeling as if suddenly being lowered into my grave. These RF pulses this evening have come also from the direction, upstairs of the Ruane house, the blue house and the street where I see a new black car parked. 12:27 am.
Getting a drink of water before bed I hear the sound of one of the Chen Limings dragging cans near the back, under their deck. On this cold and grey night, windy, the Supermoon a shroud of white behind puffed-up cloud–sprayed from a cloud machine, I would believe. They want to be sinister and scary–but frankly, they’re jobless. Stalking and attacking me is their lifetime occupation and has been for several years now, since they came here. Can only pray they will be removed, will take all their installations and leave. 12:30 am.
I’m still weak and exhausted from the all-over all-round pulsing and the mega attacks on my knee-nerves, but better today, especially after two bowls of vegetable soup. Looking for strength from green leaves and green vegetables…12:31 am/11/6/2025
12:13 pm: Sitting quietly to recover from intense attacks outside on my face with oxygen and breath-removing RF HPM from the Chen Limings’ shed, houses in back as I turned the water on and put some bread and veggies and apple and nuts down for the birds. I had worn a brownie pan in front of my chest under my jacket to shield from the intense heart hits sent my way when I was inside, preparing to go outside with a scarf and a visor and Reflectix and mylar underneath. I didn’t realize I was being hit outside since I was wearing all this shielding. But clearly I was, especially in the face, shoulders and chest. I picked a few yellow and gold and green leaves from the redbuds, pelargonium, mock orange, South Carolina spice bush which latter has blazed into a brilliant yellow as many of the trees in back have and then realized I needed to go in and rest, I was feeling so incredibly weak and exhausted. Inside I heard and felt the patter of RF HPM on the brownie pan and other parts of my chest uncovered. Plus, hits at the back, on shielding there–from all around, all the houses here operating weaponry. A special feature of Commonwealth Fusion Center Quincy in 2025, now that the MSP running that so-called Center have decided it’s ok to keep on pulverizing people with illegal, unlawful Death-Hit Weaponry. Did they all go into a huddle and decide, Yes, it’s perfectly alright to Kill, Murder, Torture, and Disable People? What about Heart Hits? We can give them Congestion surely? Heart Failure, Heart Conditions, Inability to breathe? Memos pushed across desks. Men who don’t visit the gym puffing in their large unwieldy uniforms. Death, they must have agreed. Yes, Death. 12:20 pm.
Lots of crazed insane zooming. 12:22 pm. “We must stress out all their systems–Nervous, Immune, anything else?”
Report of Heart Hits Outside & Inside, Nov 6, 2025-12:44-12:47pm
It rather looks like the video camera was messed with while I was recording, as was the back of my head. Oddly, I felt my BRAIN was being slowed down as I spoke. Perhaps it was. But I will have to do better and keep shielding because I have NO INTENTION of letting the Mazzeos steal my brain to stick inside their Russian Khazar Israeli heads EVER. No, sorry. I know you are Men, and you are sadly INCOMPETENT, GREEDY FOR WOMEN’s BRAINS, and DESPERATE. Perhaps the IDF believes it will learn some new STRATEGIZING with women’s brains? No, I think the IDF is going to be DISSOLVED, frankly, as are all the SKUNK ARMIES operating here. I look forward to a FUTURE MINUS SKUNKS and MINUS ARMIES WITH WEAPONRY. 1:15 pm.
And I rather think the CHILDREN of all the men and women in the CIA, DHS, FBI, NSA, NAVY, MARINE CORPS, AIR FORCE, and million Criminal LEAs who drive Squad cars with the word “POLICE” emblazoned on the doors want exactly the same thing. Surely they want Movies and evenings walking by the Seine–or the Potomac, the Mississippi, the Charles? I suspect they do. They also want RED WINE and delicious Italian pasta, art classes and dancing to feel their fabulous bodies. So let’s just see what happens next, shall we? 1:18 pm.
2:10 pm: Sound of a drone a half-minute ago, then an almighty thwack on the shield in front of me. My knee has been further attacked, and I suspect the Chen Limings, blasting from behind and above. None of them have left, all are engaged in stalking and RF-attacking still, all are exposing how venal they are, they would rather keep on using their contracts for “community justice” and “controlled equipment testing” than expose how these are murdering and torturing people. Yes, I do Mean Murder and I do Mean Torture. Please read my Statements and Notices of the last few days.
2:17 pm: I have just used one more shield against my knee–where I instantly heard the pitter patter of RF HPM from the Chen Limings on it–to stop the re-blasting of my knee by these SPECTRUM RADIO WEAPONRY USING CRIMINALS. This is High Powered Microwave pulses–and where is TIM O’BRIEN? “I’ve never heard of these microwave weapons,” he had the gall to say to me in my own private living room, after he bust his way in like the QUINCY POLICE TERRORIST he is. “Tell me more about them.” A so-called “Mental Health Professional” ignorant in 2022 about the incredibly criminal, invasive, and long-known existence and use of MIcrowave Weapons on people–denying their existence and claiming people reporting them are “mentally ill” and “delusional.”
ESPECIALLY FOR TIM O’BRIEN AND SAMANTHA CURLY AND THE ENTIRE “CLINICAL CO-RESPONDER” AND “BEHAVIORAL HEALTH” TEAMS AT THE QUINCY POLICE DEPARTMENT–AND EVERYONE IN SANGAMON COUNTY, ILLINOIS too:
5G Live Cellphone Surveillance, Active Denial Burning, & Neurotech Wake Up Call: Dutch State Secretary Reveals 5G Will Be Used for Crowd Control While EU Documents Show Crowd Control Tech Includes Neurotechnologies | Published March 9, 2020
Directed Energy Weapon (DEW) Documents
Psychiatrists, Mental/Behavioral health professionals, ER doctors: All need to wake up and stop playing possum here, stop pretending MILITARY DISCLOSURE means nothing, stop pretending THEIR OWN USE of BRAIN STIMULATION TECH means nothing. No one can be coerced into forced drug “treatment” when they report the use of Microwave weapons on their bodies: what exactly is Tim O’ Brien doing there? He is inviting people to see HIMSELF, this completely unqualified, anonymous, unknown “Behavioral Health Professional” affiliated with QUINCY POLICE as some kind of ULTIMATE AUTHORITY on this subject when in fact the MILITARY, INTELLIGENCE, HOMELAND SECURITY, NSA, and LOCAL POLICE and NIJ are ALL operating such weaponry on people, in numerous WEAPONS TESTING PROJECTS, WEAPONS DEVELOPMENT PROJECTS, and so-called COMMUNITY JUSTICE PROJECTS. [Extensive coverage here at ECC. 2:30 pm.] [Honk from Blondie’s car, 2:30 pm. Numerous hits on shield at my right , the street. 2:31 pm.]
Things are getting worse out there in fact, with the US Military and NATO entrenching on the use of “NON LETHAL WEAPONS” which is what “ANTI PERSONNEL MICROWAVE WEAPONS” also are. People are going to have to RISE EN MASSE and STOP THE MILITARY ALL AROUND THE WORLD. This is ARMAGEDDON.
And POLICE are not far behind. The KIND OF WEAPONS POLICE DEPARTMENTS have and are using on people today ARE DOWNRIGHT SICKENING.
2:55 pm: INSTANT EXTREME headache comes my way as the Mazzeos blast the back of my head, which is shielded–they want IN and they think they can BLAST THEIR WAY INTO MY HEAD AND BRAIN FOR 24/7 BRAIN ATTACK, BRAIN STEALING, AND BRAIN MODIFICATION. For the last 30 minutes, the bastards have been sending pulses to my face in front (Chen Limings) and spine (Mazzeos) and cars have been zooming up and down and parking closeby. I was also being blasted on my knee as reported above–Chen Limings. “Hospital” says Projected Techno Acousto to my right, from the Mazzeos. Can they read yet? READ THIS PAGE please. THE GAME IS UP. IT HAS BEEN OVER FOR QUITE SOME TIME.
NO ONE in the USA can DARE to call ANYONE MENTALLY ILL for reporting the use on their body of “Counter Personnel” or “Anti Personnel” Directed Energy Weapons, Microwave Weapons, Millimeter Wave Weapons, ELectrical Weapons, or any kind of RADIO FREQUENCY weapon whatsoever, including as used as a NEUROWEAPON. The PROOF IS here. People like the Mazzeos and Chen Limings think they can keep on living here, blasting my brain and body–NO. You will have to leave. You all need to be in JAIL for LIFE for what you have done here. 3:00 pm.
4:57 pm. Strange acoustic hit at my left ear–Chen Limings side. Downstairs, around 4:05 pm, heating soup, I was blasthit at the right knee by the Chens first then the Mazzeos. The Chens had a good time gouging my knee from behind as I went down the stairs. When you have through-wall millimeter wave weaponry, you think you’re from a dragon dynasty. Then, sullen electrocution vibrations at neck and spine–I used some rubber to fold over the back of my neck and instant sound hits began on other parts of my back and knee. I was compelled to hold up galvanized steel and stand behind it. My entire life therefore, given to shielding now. Never mind my teaching, interviewing, writing. I need to save my spine from electrocution by the Chen Limings and Mazzeos all day now–so important, my ROLE IN LIFE they’ve given me! Let me see, was it DARPA, CIA, or XI Zinping? 5:01 pm.
5:27 pm: Odd yelling in the dark by new stolen children at the Blondie porch and street area, just opposite. Zoomers. And the responsible Police Party there keeping kids out at all hours in the cold–they take it in shifts here I think, to abuse their (stolen) children. The mothers probably languish in Mental Health wards, told they’re delinquent and need “Behavioral Health” for being educated perhaps, or telling their police-party neighbors not to give their kids COVID-death-dealing vaxxines. [Shockingly, ads for COVID vaccines are still playing, at their Poison-Pill pharmacies and spotting all the shows on Netflix from their Hollywood and Affiliate movie monopolists. Their world is Bio Tech and War Tech and their Police are paid well to attack all– although they cannot. Vital to note theirs is not ours, their Bio Tech, War Tech, Faux Media world is THEIR INSANE WORLD, and we don’t have to be a part of it at all. Their “medicines” and drugs don’t cure or heal or treat anything, their war weaponry destroys, and their Media lie, their Vaccines are Criminal and cause deaths and disability–and NEURO DAMAGE–but you won’t hear a single news anchor of theirs tackle That Subject.] [Mad zoomers as I write, and I am shivering. There is no heat anywhere and I might die very soon. 5:45 pm.]
Apparently mad winter approaches.
Blast hits on sound shield by my right and a vehicle starts up outside, sending ELFs into the room and bed. Zoomers as well. Engine still running. Fixations on me again–sad, misled fiends. 5:51 pm.
Incessant engines, then down-low ELFs throbbing the bed for 10 to 15 minutes, then scalar radar approaches the A*us–while one is sitting–DEEP BLACK OPS CHINESE-CIA-QUINCY-POLICE-IDF PRODUCTION. “WE need to get into the Anuses of Writers and Journalists, it’s very important for our BRAIN CONCUSSION project”–yes they send brain-blast frequencies up the nether regions and ancient Chinese meridians, plausibly. How insane are these people? THEY ARE COMPLETELY WITHOUT COMPUNCTION OR CONSCIENCE AND THINK THEY CAN CALL THIS WAR WEAPONRY.
No, it’s basic DUNGEON BEHAVIOR I think. JEFFREY EPSTEIN AND FRIENDS might buy it. 6:03 pm.
6:15 pm: Interestingly, checking my (varied) email just now, I came across a letter from someone purporting to be a Lieutenant General of the Armed Forces of Ukraine. An oddly friendly letter. [Drone above the street, and my nose is leaking. One of them is clearly blasting RF HPM at my face, perhaps from the street. And RNM on right calf, 6:16 pm.] A letter in fact, inviting close collusion with large sums of money this Lieutenant wished to make a present of to me. Or some such. I’ll have to read it again. Let me see…
He made the money from ARMS SALES he says.
Now of course I ran to the Internet (I opened a tab I mean) and looked for this man’s name, and was shocked. Here’s what I found–[Another drone plunges by, 6:20 pm. They Might be looking for my head, since Nether Regions were protected. ]
There’s a real “First Deputy Minister of Defence of Ukraine” by that name. And there are many of them. Including 2 women. I wonder if they all make millions, from their arms contracts.
6:23 pm: Sudden jerk of ELECTROMUSCULAR SHOCKING from the street on my right calf.
Apparently we must now all switch to being made aware of their WAR WEAPONRY pretty much all the time.
Someone is knocking on the back of my head. LRADs from the Mazzeo men…6:25 pm.
6:44 pm: Intense attack on RIGHT BREAST AREA near Second Heart or part of heart. Might even be an implant. I hasten to shield.
6:52 pm: Massive hits on shielding near my head, a car blasts down, Mazzeo slams a car door below. Intense, close focus fixation, 24/7–what do they gain by this?
8:05 pm: Exhausted. But aiming to complete a draft of that Sonya Massey article, because it’s important for all to know how diabolical they’re being, with these Mental Health projects. They all need to be known for the sham and charade they are.
