Reporter’s Note | Sunday June 8, 2025, 11:16 am, 12:07 pm | Ramola D
11:17 am: Consternation among the fluffy feathered set, I think, running blast-away Black JailBird Minivans and SUVs down Pine as I step out to pick up the groceries this morning [Thanks to the smart Stop n’ Shop driver who opened my porch gate and left the bags on our porch, rather than the steps as the Wee people kept doing, and I’m thrilled Amazon did the same, yesterday, dropping off the Birdseed for June], later one parking by the oak in front of 150 Pine, while a small, blue-clad man darts out making a racket as I wander the backyard, inspecting the wildness.
There is Wild all of a sudden, after rain, honeysuckle and that strange Chinese pod-plant winging up everywhere, some among the Maxmilian sunflowers which (pod-plant) I know I need to yank shortly.
White velvety phlox blooms here and there and last night I saw the lilac with pods. I am a little astonished I must admit. Everything appears to be putting out pods this year, filled with seeds. I could plant a forest! Cherries***, lindens**, lilac–and the acorns keep coming up, leaves bud on the oaks we’ve had to cut back in past years, tiny nubs of trees close to the ground, insistent.
***Cherries: I saw a robin fly up and test a tiny little cherry on an upper branch of our paper-pink cherry in front and I stared, disbelieving. Then saw a few others, at the ends of boughs. The robin seemed as amazed. But his coming up at just that moment as I looked out, inspecting the street, seemed God-sent. I wouldn’t have known about these supertiny cherries otherwise. But it explains the cherries coming up in front everywhere now. Which I have to think about. I wish we had a normal neighborhood with normal neighbors, I would ask to plant one of these in every yard down the street.
At 11:14 a drone went by and a loud LRAD sounded on the slanted shield by my head.
**Lindens: Both our redbud trees have dozens of pods for seeds now, First Redbud more than the second: I would like to send these out to people who would like to plant these special trees with their perfect hearts around their houses or even in that narrow strip near the street. How to do it when the City of Quincy wants to treat me like Resident Pariah is the problem.
There are probably 6 Mazzeos in that house now. 3 short men whom I have seen and the dark-red-brown-headed one with the blue shirt witnessed today driving off being a fourth. A stockier blond one mowed yesterday and made the wild whining racket with his weedwhacker just below my window. Clearly he is trespassing criminally on our grass and our beautiful wild tree growing by the side, a kind of barberry with less glossy leaves and clusters of tiny blueblack berries in the fall, an exquisite tree with the most lovely fall (habit) which no Mazzeo is permitted to touch. They have secretly desecrated our walnut and it makes me angry.
11:24 am: Sinuous sounds of a car–they may have driven back.
From 11:06 to 11:11 the Chen Limings–the new ones, starting over the plans of the past set [Mazzeo bangs car door, I was right: 11:25 am] being vicious cyberhackers and hearthitters, tried their hand at electrical attack of my ring finger, with its scar of the Millimeter Wave Weapon attack from a drone probably, for almost a month in late 2017, I think–I was still on Techno then (TCFF: Techno Crime Fighters Forum) and I recall showing my hand once on camera, to reveal the swelling. I did relay the whole story of the Brigham and Women’s escapade as well–I must have escaped Brain-Grabbing by Psycho-Police that day, and didn’t quite know it. But there’s another ER I’ve been to in Boston, I am going to Report all of it together shortly. PS: I was at the Quincy Medical Center ER first–they still had that going then, after they took the hospital down–and after hours of waiting in an Empty ER, someone sent for the Students, still the only set with an interest in Healthcare of the Masses, although by 2025 in Carney in Dorchester, I noticed it was mainly Ego and Delusions about Vaccines they’re nurturing in Med School here. They seemed to think “Conspiracy Theories” were a thing, and apparently hadn’t heard of the CIA-Media Nexus. Nor were able to think critically and link VACCINE DEATHS to the ACTUAL VACCINE–how did they think all those people who took the Pfizer and Moderna vaxxines died? “COVID-19”? Medical students who believe in COVID-19 and the “Coronavirus” a deadly deathly virus creating a Fako Fako “Pandemic”? When did Medical Students become so stupid? Or did they just “Keep Quiet” behind their masks and fake it? For whom? Who were they Faking It for? Arrogance, Ego, Hubris, and Nastiness is what they breed in ER Interns and Residents who see “Patients” as Instant Morons to Subdue with “Authority.” Yes this is a subject we should all be speaking and writing about. Let NO-ONE treat you badly–no nurse, social worker, medical technician, security guard, ER receptionist or ER physician: they ALL behave like assholes and they ALL need to learn how to respect people. 11:39 am.
11:45 am: Freight trains across Pine and the Mazzeo who drove in again blasts his car horn after banging his car doors. They go in and out like mad rabbits. Not happy with the way I am sitting I think.
Consternation among the Savages.
And blast hits at the back of my head so I reshield and park the bigger one behind my head. [They needed to bring the car back to hit from, my back is diagonally to it now.]
Earlier, I must report, Chen Limings and Mergels played with sending hits to my left nipple as a plane–a spy plane–sounded very high overhead. I am supposed to blame the plane, saying C4ISR–when it’s Misdirection they practice like a religion. I was standing in my bedroom then, looking for copper.
11:48 am. Pulse hits to my right side on liver-shielding and a high whine sent to my right ear where I have stuffed bath tissue to foil their nasty constant use of cavitation radar or ultrasound to find that cavity. A zoomer zooms down.
11:50 am: A copper headband–or thin tin–came in the mail yesterday, and I must recommend it, to all women like me being blasted unlawfully by the PD-DOD-CIA-Israel-and-China contingent of criminals using Drones and “Controlled Equipment” or “Less Lethal Technologies” to do it, thinking they are Sacrosanct and Safe from criticism by calling me a “Mentally Ill Terrorist”? or is it “Schizophrenic Potential Extremist”?
Noted, this morning the License Plate of the Black Pickup Silverado, reparked in front of our house like he owns it: 65VL42–the QDC-QPD criminal who with Kimby J and her several boyfriends has almost killed me with Radar Weapons, ADT Weapons, Terahertz weapons, RF HPM Weapons, RF HPM Continuous-Wave weapons, ELF weapons, Infra-red weapons and more. Do we or do we not need to know what Quincy Police are using in Quincy on people? They cannot keep these weapons secret anymore.
Slams and bangs on wood by Mazzeo man down in his drive, 11:55 am. I AM breathing consciously now.
12:15 pm: A plane high above and pulse hits, loud, at the shielding before my chest.
Before the small man left a while ago “Talk” urges the Mazzeo by the Reflectix/Techno Acousto, 12:16 pm, I was blast hit by Tera Electric Skin on my right thigh as I cleaned up in the front room a bit.
This is ELECTRICITY–NEAR ELECTRICITY. They have permitted themselves to develoo ELECTRICAL WEAPONS they can use through-wall to clamp down and near-burn skin and muscle with. The ones I have speculated they are either using or planning to use for “Corrections” in the jails and asylums, to “contain” or “deny” access to people. LRAD hits on shield behind my head, 12:19 pm.
This is obviously a torture weapon and it enacts torture and feels like torture. When I was hit in this way a few nights ago–while that black pickup was parked in front of our house–and they ran a concerted attack to do this, both legs, thighs, calvs felt paralyzed and burning. I had to leave the kitchen. When I was at the sink doing dishes earlier I had braved some of it, parking Reflectix beside me–an upright half roll of some–but it felt impossible to shield from, stuffing thin rubber and Reflectix down my leggings.
Since then I have found their nsEP at the knee can be shielded from with stones and rubber–the tiny handle-bit from the garden kneeler pads work, and a flattish stone posted by your knee grounds their electric hit. Stuff this in your leggings or knee-glove or bike shorts over your knees where they are hitting, especially when you sleep (throw kneeler pads and cookie sheets in pillowcases over it) and your knee will stop breaking. Yes, the bastards are hitting the older set especially, and filling people with lies about their 40-year old high school football days doing it–possibly through tooth-implant programming or unknown sharpshot cochlear implant speakers with wifi–coochy-cooing in your ears at night a new KGB-IDF-CIA invention (or old one, modified for current-day skullduggery, getting more and more sinuous and silent and nasty by the minute).
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Noticed, just now, as I looked out to find out what the electrical whining was, total destruction of a small questing bough of our walnut, high above, a desecration of trees, a Crime in Massachusetts and a Crime to our Bird Sanctuary and Haven here at Pine Haven:
The small blue-shirted man with grey leggings seen carrying a red vaccuum cleaner about and moving an electric cord into that house was apparently running a vaccuum inside the garage. Was this the small man who leapt over the fence and stole my waterlilies? I think Israel is GMC’ing people small like that so they can jump fences, steal into houses and yards and dart about, stealing things. The red-capped one I saw the other morning (reported) darting out to stealthily stand by the corner of their house and wait–right after I came out to pick up deliveries on my porch–who then left down Pine and got into a SUV I thought briefly had that lavender-Mental lettering by the side, followed by a larger, blonder man who leapt out of their porch and went running after him–Redcap I think was waiting to spray nanotech in my face, as they have previously done, no doubt, for the sides of my face are frequently marked with tiny bumps, followed by facial inflammation to wipe out bone structure.
As I stood by the wall quietly looking at these photos I have taken just now, cavitation radar scraped up my throat, making a choking sound–EXTERNAL ACCESSING AND ATTACKING OF MY THROAT BY THIS SAME BLUE_SHIRTED TERRORIST AND HIS PALS IN THAT HOUSE, 1:15 pm.
OFFENSIVE SMELLS AND SPRAYS OF MOLD NAMED NON LETHAL WEAPONS AND MALODORANTS IN MILITARY DOCUMENTS
Let me also report the nasty smells sprayed here lately. Just now in the bathroom upstairs, the smell of human shit, sprayed in from the bathroom light-heat-air vent above. 1:28 pm THIS IS CIA BEHAVIOR, and a man outside just said Shit! Mazzeo man, 1:28 pm.
Yesterday evening as I strove to make a little stir-fry with cabbage and green peppers and carrot and fried tofu for dinner, the Chen Limings came up to their garden basement door under their deck, rattling cans and such and then recurring releases of old-food-smell, mold-smell, and other such–perhaps because our sink was full then and I was waiting for the water to subside. THEY broke the waste-disposal, THEY broke the dishwasher, then have A/V surveillance inside our kitchen and can see what I am seeing? Or is it just my new NSA-CIA CONTACT LENSES UNLAWFULLY IMPLANTED IN MY EYES BY THE SOUTH SHORE CIA TERRORISTS and my new BCI-CBI IC CHIP DITTO and THE COCHLEAR IMPLANT IN MY EAR and all the BRAIN DECODING they have going on, with UNSEEN, WELL-IMPLANTED WIFI TRANSMITTERS IN MY OWN HEAD NOW–NANO NANO? or MICRO MICRO?–letting them know there are still dishes and cutlery in my sink I am striving to ignore so I can make dinner without cleaning the sink? 1:33 pm.
[Mazzeo banging outside–and no they simply do not like my Breathing. 1:33 pm.]
What the new Cloned Chens (they are both clones, GMC Clones of the Originals who may be the couple who bought the house in 2017 and came here with a heart-congestion weapon parked below our sink announcing their presence: “No we’re not good neighbors”–the one where the woman was on Facebook advertising her affiliation with Harvard and the Charles Lieber lab) were doing is accessing that nasty CIA-HVAC UNIT they have stuck in our attic–thanks to the PRICE WATERHOUSE COOPER SPOUSE-IMPERSONATOR IN EARLY SPRING 2023, THE ONE WHO KEPT ME DRUGGED WITH NEURO TUNNELLING HALDOL SO I COULDN’T SEE VERY WELL OR THINK CLEARLY, A DRUG DESIGNED TO SHUT DOWN LARGE PORTIONS OF THE BRAIN AND ONLY KEEP A FEW MINUSCULE NEURONS FUNCTIONING–Sound of bangs in the attic, access of my right brain and behind-head part, and a plane sounding like it is trawling the skies as it moves, seeking FREQUENCIES, 1:38 pm–and sending nasty old-food smells and mold into our kitchen through the vent by the sink behind the light there which I was compelled to open for the light. I have to close that one again, it was so bad last night.
QUINCY IS WHERE THEY ARE HIDING THE CLONES.
But they may have them elsewhere as well. Check all the Live High School Graduations in every town–there are cloned children everywhere here, of all ethnicities.
“Gawd” says the Ngoan Chen Machine Intel by my left. What an asshole. 1:40 pm.
UNDER CLASSIFIED COVER [Mine} might need to be the name of my NEXT BOOK, after In the Trench-Line of Cowering [Mine] that is….1:48 pm.
And the REASON that LES MISERABLES there are accessing and spraying old-food, mold, sometimes dead rat, sometimes dead fish, is they are doing “BEHAVIORAL HEALTH” (FALL ABOUT TITTERING PLEASE) –because THAT”S WHAT ROBERT DUNCAN MEANT WHEN HE WAS BULLSHITTING ABOUT “AH WHEN YOU SEE WHAT THEY ARE GOING TO END IT ALL WITH YOU WILL ALL BE ASTONISHED”–HE IS OBVIOUSLY CIA STILL (not dead as a doornail but Quite Alive and probably kicking it with his gory old pals from HARVARD that Renaissance School for the SECRET TERRORISTS who have studied THE HUMANITIES and therefore Read Greek and Latin while studying COMPUTER SCIENCE as well and BRAIN SCIENCE and BIOLOGY and PHYSICS and MILITARY NEUROSCIENCE–which is a very very very CRIMINAL SCIENCE with NO ETHICS, NONE AT ALL, STRAIGHT FROM DELGADO AND CAMERON AND MENGELE, Sshhh! Don’t spill all our Secrets!) and THIS IS WHAT HE MEANT: “BEHAVIOURAL HEALTH”. CIA MKULTRA is now BEHAVIORAL HEALTH and oh yes, in HEALTH we can MODIFY YOUR BRAIN NO PROBLEM. WE WILL CALL IT “TREATMENT” and forget that Zelda was ever born and died, or Louise Little, or Sylvia Plath, or Anne Sexton, or Edna St. Vincent Millay whom Psychos roughed up and set up as some kind of absurd nymphomaniac when she was obviously a raving, singular, exceptional poet–like Sylvia, who was overshadowed? No, attacked by her famous UK spouse Ted Hughes who could not bury her, who was “suicided” by MKULTRA SHADOW-SINISTER in its earlier avatars behind-the-Veil as they say it. Zelda was hit in the 1930s. Louise Little similar I think–I will check the dates and write about this one day. The CIA used to be even more secretive than it is today–it is half in the open now, and it is confident it can bury us all? NOT ANYMORE.
Being under classified cover, I can assure all they are NOT SANGUINE anymore. NOT CASH AND COMFY WITH THEIR CRIMES AND THE REVEAL OF THEM. 2:09 pm.
8:27 pm: Four hours of intensive Plane-flying across Pine and ELmwood, nonstop heat and RF HPM attacks from the Mazzeos and Chen Limings, Mergels and the planted mercs at the Morans–147 Norfolk–witnessed today earlier, wearing all black and using power saws to send high whines intot he air when I stepped onto my back deck to sweep and clean and water–and extreme ADT heat attacks from the Mazzeo shed about a half hour ago. Continuous atrial fib frequencies at chest and front from Chens/Starsiak tenants and then loud kid-yelling, still ongoing. A momentous, insane afternoon filled with hubris. Clearly the Police-supported coterie here are desperate to keep attacking Brains and Bodies while lying low and slamming car doors occasionally. 8:30 pm.
8:30 pm: Intense CORE attack in heat and RF pulses from all sides probably but most suspected: Starsiak tenants from upstairs, Chens from downstairs and in front, their lights on, and the 500 Mazzeo Men and Women in their Kibbutz for Easy Blasting right next door and their car. I got up and tended to it: Water water water and stones.
9:02 pm: All the lights blazing at the Mazzeos and a dark SUV flashing its parking lights parked on the hill. The right parking light flashed at me as I looked briefly down at it from the Art Room. Of course, with their intimate C4ISR stalking and tracking of my every limb, they probably know exactly where I am standing and what I am doing at all times. Such brilliance. A true “National Security” enterprise. A pinprick burn at my left sole as I write that–Please, it implores, We are Rich, We are Secret, We are Stealth, We are Top Crims, We Need Your Silence!
9:05 pm: Since they put me Under Classified Cover though, it is Impossible to be silent. I must Speak, for there are Crimes Ongoing here.
And I just found a pic of the woman who purportedly is the one who has signed that thrilling “Section 12” Application for Involuntary Hospitalization from a Hospital–South Shore Hospital–Olga Novikov King–and why would she do that? Who is she, and how does she get to fill out bogus forms with lies and fabrications? Is she paid to lie? Who pays her? How does she get away with Not Speaking to a woman–knocked out unconscious by herself or her pals at South Shore–she can then lie about freely on a form which she hands to a Stealth ambulance company for the Next Kidnap Spree that day–perhaps the Fourth?
Note, she has lied about the Date as well. She has signed a Section 12 a form
And it is Odd that she looks quite a bit like Ashley Crittenden, as Samantha Bayuk–Licensed Social Worker–does too.
And amazingly, here is Samantha Bayuk, who worked to Deceive and actively Drop what she should have attended to–setting up a 3-day Notice to Leave, deceiving about which 3 days those were–they should have been counted backwards but they weren’t even counted forwards, setting up a Section 10 without information–and then disappearing, as Richard Spiro, MD also disappeared, conveniently, a Practice of Lying to Deceive and Disappearing at Bournewood:
9:30 pm: We are supposed to keel over and cater to the supposed Non-Knowing of the “Medical Mavens”–RNs, MDs, LSWs, Psychs–but they ALL know about Radiation being used in Psychiatry for Brain Stimulation, and they ALL know the atmosphere changed in the US after 9/11, and yet they must maintain a stance of “calm, reasonable, Not-Knowing” so they can slam people with Lies-in-Labels and absolutely disconnected babble which they then repeat over and over for no-one’s edification but themselves. “We don’t know about Microwave weaponry at all” “We don’t know about the US MIlitary and its obsession with Human Destruction” and so on.
11:31 pm: Reporting here the Chevy Traverse Suburban is parked once more in front of our house. A second one is parked in their drive. The daily and nightly provocations of Quincy Police and Quincy District Court who have committed several crimes against me and many in Quincy and who seem to think it is perfectly Ok to keep harassing and provoking journalists. [No, it’s not.]
11:32 pm: The thing is, what we must conclude is: They Do Know, and that makes them Complicit. They are running a Live Theater Production featuring themselves as Superior and everyone else as Imminently Liable to get a Label–a Lying Label–from them. The CIA or CFR or both have given them this entitlement. And no that is NOT acceptable.
