A Night of Mind Tampering

Friday May 25, 2012

I was sitting on the sofa feeling fatigued and dazed. It was approximately 10:30 PM. I suspected that the perpetrators were hitting me with more radiation than usual. I departed from my apartment to get away from it, remembering that I feel better every time I am out. I had anticipated on going for a recreational walk and get into a TI conference call on TalkShoe. I used my cell phone to dial into the call.  I saw a grey car sit in the middle of the street with its four-way flashers illuminating. The person in the driver's seat was a Black guy whom was just sitting there. I suspected that he was watching me, so I stopped near a sign and pulled my camcorder from my pocket. I was getting ready to film when a second Black guy came out of a nearby apartment building and got into the front passenger seat. The car drove away, stopping at a near red light. I heard a car set off its alarm as I continued to walk. The alarm became louder when I reached its vicinity. I crossed the street and immediately found cars accelerating past me, some absent of mufflers.  I also found police officers passing me in circles. I later came on Orange Street near a Sunoco gas station. I passed by a group of interracial assholes, consisting of two young Black guys, two young White guys, and an old White person who's gender I could not distinguish. I thought it might have been an old lady at first glance, but wondered if it was actually an old man. I saw one of the young White guys smoking a cigarette. I figured he might blow it in my face. He did not blow it in my face, but he did blow the cigarette on me when I turned my back. I knew when I smelled the smoke near my face. I then heard the guy holler, "hey" in the type of long feminine tone that some of the Hip-Hop affiliated Black people yell. I ignored him until I got approximately twenty feet away. I turned around to look at him and his friends, pulled my camcorder, and started filming them. A police car immediately accelerated past me at my surprise and turned into an alley. The assholes started cheering. I did not directly confront the guy because I knew all too well that it might give the police legal grounds to arrest me. I also would have had to contend with four guys at once, a task that is impossible to perform unless one is a black belt in martial arts. I was on my way back home when the conference call ended.

I arrived home ten minutes later and what happened next was scarier than anything else I have experienced. I was relaxing in my bed and reading a book entitled, "Project Soul Catcher: Volume II" written by Robert Duncan when I was bombarded with Voice-to-Skull (V2K) transmissions. The first was of a Black guy yelling, "Hey Rob." I ignored him and continued reading. This is when I heard a young woman yell, "shut up." I still continued reading, but finding myself forgetting what I read. I kept re-reading the same passages. I was bombarded repeatedly with V2K transmissions instructing me to "shut up." I became tired and lost consciousness. While asleep I had a dream that I was in a hotel with my father in a city located in a southern state. This is the best way I remember this dream:

I am in the hotel hallways with my eyes involuntarily twitching and my body shaking. I entered a room with my father inside. My father accused me of shooting heroin. I swore up and down that I was not using heroin and my father indicated skepticism of my defense by telling me that I have all the symptoms of heroin addiction. I kept holding my position in the argument. After the argument ended, I stepped out of the room and walked through the halls. I went for a walk through the hotel to calm down the way I walk through the streets in real life to calm myself down. I wondered if my perpetrators are using technology for beaming heroin into my body. I entered a room with floors littered with laundry. Some of it was bedsheets. I figured this is the hotel's laundry room.

I awakened from my bed groggy and wondering if they have that type of capability in real life. I figured that they planted this dream as a threat to get me to stop fighting their harassment.

Who's Really Getting Paid Too Much?

May 13, 2012

I went out for a walk yesterday morning (5/12/12) at 5:00 AM (EST). Everything seemed quiet here in Lancaster, PA except for a few perps. One of them happened to be a Black guy wearing red and black shorts with a white tank-top. I sat on a bench after walking for an hour and a half to see heavy traffic suddenly passing my way. I believed that half of the traffic was heading for work while the other half were stalking me. Quite a few vehicles had people giving me dirty looks. Some of these vehicles were police cars. The good thing about this episode was that most of the people out that morning were decent or seemingly decent people. There were virtually no Urban or White Trash cruising or walking the streets. This made Lancaster actually look beautiful for a change. I departed from the bench twenty minutes later and continued my walk.

I felt mentally relaxed after I got home. I continued being active around my apartment. I cleaned a few parts of it then read some books. I also started getting on my laptop to do some research on shielding from electronic assaults. Some of the research included listening to a recorded Talkshoe conference call about shielding as well as reading a section of an E-Book called, "Coherent Madness."  I read some Kindle books after I finished. One of them was a book that I particularly enjoyed and decided to re-read entitled, "Anthem" written by Ayn Rand. I then watched some DVDs containing episodes of a TV Show I used to enjoy. While watching this DVD, I heard a neighbor pass by the apartment and cough. Many of my perps perform this action to indicate that they are part of the program. I lied in bed to relax after I finished watching the DVD. I received a Voice-to-Skull (V2K) transmission stating, "You get paid too much." I reacted by wondering what the hell that statement was suppose to mean, but later figured that it means they're too easy on me.

I wouldn't exactly call their activities easy. Even though, I have my times when I'm energetic, I have mostly felt warn. I have after all received home invasions, street harassment, mobbing, burns (to my feet almost 24/7), shocks, V2K, Synthetic Telepathy (SynTel), softening of flesh, and find my nation going to hell with my own government doing nothing; but wasting my tax dollars and enlisting criminals to stalk, harass, and torture me along with millions of other innocent people. My perps should have by all rights been jailed at the very least and executed at the very worst. If anything, they're the ones who are getting paid too much.

Financial Destruction

May 16, 2012

I believe my perps have set me up in a way that paves for my financial destruction. Back in April, I received a call from a creditor about a debt. I couldn't talk to this creditor at the time they first called me, but I did make plans to call them later to make arrangements for repayment. However, I received increased attacks with the electronic weapons every time I made these plans. This was accompanied by psychological operations (psy-op) consisting of increased noise campaigns. I started putting it off after awhile and the attacks decreased until the day I received notice from The Treasury Department about offsetting my tax refund. My perps apparently knew the day that the notice would come because I received an unusual amount of harassment. The first round occurred in the workplace then on the streets after I got home. I do not want to go into too much detail about the workplace aspect, but I was approaching my mailbox when I got home and heard someone across the street blow his horn with great force. The horn sounded more rapidly when I opened and read the notice. I became dumbfounded and wondered if they just played some kind of trick to cause my financial destruction. I took the letter inside and wondered what to do about this situation. I then left my apartment to run some errands, I found laying in front of my building, an item that somebody a work stole from me earlier in the day. I picked up the item, put it in a bag I took with me, and continued on my way.

I am also believing the part of this situation was my fault. There was part of me that dreaded contacting these creditors. But I believe the perps might have intentionally exploited this dread.

SMS: I'm being hit hard. Making flab form around my face is only part of what they're doing.