Occupants Involved in Gang-Stalking

As everyone knows by now a movement was started against "corporate greed" called, "Occupy Wall Street." It has subsequently spread to other places throughout the United States including Pennsylvania. It even spread to Lancaster. I passed through the event one night as they were having their General Assembly and ten of the protestors started behaving like Perps. There were additional days when I passed through the event after checking my PO Box at the Post Office, which happens to stand down the street from the occupation. I would get covert harassment not only at the occupation, but also outside of it. Protestors would walk by my residence or hang around nearby to watch me leave or return. They have also followed me inside of stores and the Post Office. In addition (believe it or not), one of them even went as far as sneaking into my workplace disguised as an employee. I will describe the first round of occupation related harassment in this blog entry while describing the other occurrences in future entries.

October 22, 2011

I was on my way to a convenience store to purchase some items when I saw the occupation set up at Art Park. I looked at the signs they had against their information stand. I walked away and heard somebody yell, "General Assembly." I continued onward heading to my intended destination. I heard footsteps behind me on my way to the store. I stumbled upon a bumpy sidewalk. One of the people following me made noises to mimic my stumbling. I ignored the stalkers and continued walking.

I arrived at the store minutes later, looking for an item that I wanted to purchase. I came into the store to buy a pack of light bulbs and a gallon of water since an electronic harassment Perp destroyed two of my light bulbs at least several months ago. I had trouble finding the light bulbs, so I went for the water retrieving a gallon from one of the refrigerators. I retrieved with it a bottle of Sobe Life Water and took both items to the counter. I asked the cashier if the store sold light bulbs. She pointed behind me stating that they were on that shelf. I went to the shelf to retrieve the bulbs. The cashier scanned the items giving me the total afterward. I paid for the items and headed out. I originally planned to only walk back to my apartment, but decided to also wear a button depicting the blue indigo ribbon just to see how the protestors react. I figured there would be Perps at the Occupation, but wanted to ascertain an approximate percentage. As I headed back home, I stopped to read their signs again. A group of young men in their early twenties looked over their shoulder to stare at me, one of them in a hostile manner. I walked away from the sign after I finished reading and continued onward. As I approached the edge of the park, I saw a fat woman with short blonde hair---apparently dyed---wearing a tie-dye shirt sitting on a concrete wall staring at me. She spat on the ground as I passed her. I figured her as a Perp at that moment due to the action she performed. The spitting on the ground is a stimulus in which the Perps have me sensitized through a process called, Neuro-linguistic Programing (NLP). I felt like calling the woman a hypocrite. I figured at the time that The Military Industrial Complex (MIC) is one of the things she is supposedly protesting against, yet she's getting involved in an aspect of it. I continued walking rather than actually acting on the urge. Like most Targets, I have to be careful about the manner in which I stand against my Perps since they use stealth. If I had lashed against this woman, I would have appeared as the aggressor while she remained presumably innocent. I approached a concrete wall that bordered an apartment complex. There were three more young men congregated on a plateau, located between two cases of stairs, behind that wall. They leered over the edge of the wall to watch me. The feeling that they might throw things at me started to encamp my nerves. I moved as far from the wall as possible as I walked. The young men watched me instead of throwing things like I feared. I turned onto another street and passed a parking lot when a light suddenly flashed into my face. I turned and saw a pick-up truck pull into the lot with its high beams fully engaged. The truck contained three Rednecks, whom stared at me in a sinister manner.

When I arrived home, I unscrewed a light bulb that was burnt out. I heard the sound of cars blowing their horns from all directions as I carried out this chore. I inserted one of the new light bulbs and flipped the switch to test it. The light powered on for a split second than blew out. I suspected that either one of my Perps disabled the light bulb or that the "new" one was defective. I unscrewed the light bulb and inserted the other new bulb, testing it afterward. It worked at normal performance.         

Attempted Framing

Saturday October 8, 2011

After lifting weights and doing some push-ups at home, I left to go jogging at approximately 2:30 AM. I did not find anybody watching me near my neighborhood, but that changed when I reached the corner of North Queen Street. This is the point when I saw two vehicles accelerate past me in opposite directions. I waited for them to clear and crossed the street. I continued running until I reached the corner of Charlotte Street. That is where I turned and continued jogging Southbound. This entire block was deserted with not a human-being (or subhuman) in sight. I was practically alone other than satellite surveillance keeping tabs on me. The whole area reminded me of Rising Sun, Maryland at this time of morning. As I continued through the dark street, I came across a lit area where I found a bag of marijuana laying in the middle of the sidewalk. I do not know much about marijuana quantity, but I am guessing this bag was about a quarter ounce. The first thought to occur was "with all these drug addicts running around, the police are focused on me?" I stared at the bag as I continued running. When I reached the corner of King Street, I saw two cars pass me with a Hispanic woman in the front passenger seat of one, staring at me. "Yeah!" I shouted. This interjection was followed by the sounds of men howling from all directions. I ignored the howling as I continued running. I then saw a police car flashing its lights from a distance. When I reached closer to the location, I saw in front of the police car, a civilian vehicle and another police car behind it. I saw a female officer bent inside the back of the second patrol car and a male officer next to the driver's side door of the first patrol car. I looked inside the civilian vehicle as I jogged and saw nobody inside. For a few seconds, I thought the police were actually arresting somebody rather than stalking me. I later suspected that they were watching me, while pretending to arrest somebody to throw off any witnesses. I ran onward up a hill to get to Lime Street. I saw two young Black men of approximately nineteen years of age, standing at a corner to watch me when I reached that area. One of them was wearing a red baseball cap. I turned on Lime Street and continued running Northward until I reached my residence.

I started reflecting on the things I saw and heard when I returned home and started suspecting that the police left the bag of marijuana on the sidewalk to frame me for possession of marijuana. I figured they might have expected me to either lift the cannabis from the ground to examine it or pocket the contraband. They would in turn pop-up to surprise and arrest me. I wondered to myself if they really thought I was that stupid especially while knowing that I'm under surveillance.

Urgent

I am getting ready to leave for work and a police officer is waiting for me outside my apartment. It may be a bullshit Psychological Operation, but I could be wrong. I plan to post a monologue on YouTube about what happened, if I don't it probably means I have been arrested on false charges.

Protesting for The First Time

I have experienced an intense number of stalking and harassment since my anticipated protest on Independence Day. However, it was on Monday, July 11, 2011 when I finally decided to execute a protest. I was finally pushed over the edge when a friend of mine---whom appears to know little about the organized stalking, but not everything---had his car mysteriously breakdown on him. This has happened on numerous occasions. I have always suspected that it was my stalkers whom were vandalizing his vehicle, probably to get to me. I decided to tape a sign to the back of a shirt that I had planned to wear for jogging. The sign said: "Stop Hidden Oppression." There was a URL at the bottom reading, "www.freedomfchs.org." I was heavily anxious about the reaction that I would generate. I figured that cars would blow their horns at me at the very least with police officers concocting a reason to arrest or commit me at the most. I took all precautions necessary before proceeding. I left my apartment with the sign on my shirt and ran through the streets, bearing the vital message. I stopped at a street corner located only about five-hundred feet from my apartment building, waiting for cars to pass, so I can cross the street. A woman stood behind me with a man silently reading my sign.


"I agree with you, sir!" She said to me.
I turned around as she repeated her statement. "Thanks," I replied.


Traffic had cleared, so I proceeded to jog across the street. I heard whispering as I continued jogging, but other than that, everything seemingly went back to normal (before my targeting). I came across another street corner waiting for busy traffic to clear. It was a one-way street and a construction vehicle stopped in the middle of his lane. Traffic seemed to stop on both lanes after that event. I proceeded across the street when a car came at me on the other lane. The driver yelled, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I ignored him and continued jogging. I ran back to my home covered in sweat and heavily panting. I removed my shirt to see if there were any sweat stains on the sign. There was tape lined against the sign on the inside of my shirt as well, so I only saw a few drops. I felt proud that I mustered the courage to get out and spread awareness of this system of oppression. I removed the sign and tape from the shirt, placing both aside. I drank some water and proceeded to remove the rest of my clothing to shower. I dressed with fresh new clothes afterward and headed out to run some errands. I experienced intimidation by Street Thugs. I passed a group containing three of them with one glaring at me. Another Street Thug then invaded my space to induce some fear into my mind. I first headed to the Post Office to check my PO Box then to the pharmacy to purchase some items. On my way to the pharmacy a jeep full of Street Thugs passed me with one in the backseat glaring me down. I arrived at the pharmacy and did some shopping. I waited at the check-out line once I have acquired everything and experienced directed conversation from a fat, ugly female Street Thug talking on her cell phone. She said in the middle of her conversation, "He's not going to have a job." I interpreted this statement as meaning they would retaliate in a manner to effect my employment, I began worrying.


I was on my way to work the next morning when I was confronted by a number of vehicular harassment.It went as follow:

---A police officer circled me three times

---Five commercial vehicles in a row passed me.

---Two Maryland license plates passed me that I recognize.

---A Tennessee plate passed me with the driver glaring.

---A car passed me slowly with a Ron Paul bumper sticker. This was an act of projection---using symbolism to remind the target that he/she is under surveillance. I had a conversation with a TI friend named "Alan" about Ron Paul the previous day.

---Last, but not least, a tow truck stopped next to me just sitting idle. I wondered if the driver was going to go. Suddenly, a young Amish man (yes, even the Amish are involved in organized stalking) rose from the back seat as quickly as a Jack-in-The-Box and yelled "Queer-boy." He ducked just as quickly.


When I arrived at work, a member of management stared at me in a hostile manner. I figured more trouble would come. I called Gerald (See About Me [in Detail]) to tell him about the whole thing after arriving home from the end of my shift. He advised me to cutback on the activism.