Eve of Destruction

I'm feeling close to my own destruction and know that my perps are aiming to destroy me. They have been trying to keep me under virtual house arrest and I have put up quite a resistance. I have been on the receiving end of various electronic attacks twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week (24/7) for the past four weeks. These attacks have been most intense as I try to sleep at night after awakening from an artificially induced afternoon nap. These attacks have included, but are not limited to the following: Voice-to-Skull (V2K), image induction, dream manipulation, heart stimulation, lung stimulation, and involuntary body movements. I have also been receiving burns to the soles of me feet---mostly the right foot---especially as a way to keep me from leaving my apartment for reasons other than going to work.

One of the most recent attacks is swelling on the top of my right foot. I initially perceived it as cancer and bordered on panicking. I immediately called my local medical clinic to make an appointment. My doctor examined my foot and diagnosed me with cellulitis. He told me that there are cracks in my foot that got dirty and caused this bacterial infection. He showed me the cracks that I have previously failed to notice; for they were located between my toes. I believe it was their electronic weapons that caused these cracks. In addition, employees at my workplace contact a lot of dirt even in the locker room. Most of the men wear sandals to keep dirt from contacting their feet when walking to/from the showers, but I have been walking through barefoot. There was even one day when I used the shower facility and returned to my locker to find a shallow pile of black sand in front of my locker. I walked on the black sand because I had no way of protecting my feet. I figured they were trying to give me a bacterial infection to enhance the electronic attacks to my feet. I did rinse the sand from my feet after getting dressed, but that was apparently not enough as I later learned on Wednesday, February 15, 2012. I was prescribed medication (that I'm not sure about taking too often) for the ailment, but have a feeling it will not work. I have also purchase some epsom salt to mix with hot water for soaking my feet. It seems to lessen the pain from the electronic attack. There was also a day when I purchased a pair of slippers to protect my feet at a CVS Pharmacy located near me. This was while filling my prescription and receiving some gang-stalking attacks from two pharmacists and one stock clerk. I came to work the next day and used the slippers to keep my feet from contacting the dirty floor as I walk to the shower room. My perps at work showed great disdain for this measure when I heard one of them yell, "cabron (Spanish for 'asshole')."

Given these recent attacks, I believe I will be dead sometime this year. I'll be lucky to even live another month, but I would rather die free than live as a slave. I have revealed my situation to some friends and family members (one whom turned out to be a perp) and I hope they at least suspect my death to be related to the harassment. My cause of death will be recorded as an accident, suicide, or natural causes. I will not commit suicide; for I am too stubborn to submit in this manner. There is also no way I could die of natural causes because I'm thirty years old, eat a proper diet, and exercise on a regular basis. I cannot however tell you whether it really was an accident, but I can tell you it is unlikely since I'm very careful at most of my activities.  They'll probably use Directed Energy Weapons to induce this "accident."

Let it be known to the reader that I was not murdered by mere criminals. These criminals had a leader known as Uncle Sam.  

Heavy Metal Attack

I was having a dream that occurs at my workplace. This is how the dream went:

I am standing in front of some bathroom stalls when two Puerto Rican co-workers give me dirty looks. I glare at them and keep staring. The two walk away from my presence. A heavy metal tune comes into my head. This tune begins to play in the background. My psyche lights with pride. My eyes widen giving me a feeling of triumph.

I believe I was partially awake during the next phase of this episode:

The scene transforms to my bedroom. I am lying in bed hearing the same tune along with incoherent lyrics. The music seems to emulate from my radio. I feel the sensation of magnetic fields pulling me toward the radio. I find the music enticing, but dislike the feeling of being pulled. I resist the pulling by tensing my body. I smile and bob my head to express enjoyment of the music as I resist. "Is that music or noise," I ask myself. I then hear the sound of silence---the music had stopped playing. I become fully awake and aware, realizing that I never had my radio turned on. I say to myself, "wait a minute, is that Voice-to-Skull (V2K)?" I realize that my Perps beamed that music into my head as I slept.

I came to work approximately two and a half hours later and find a co-worker with a long goat-tee glaring at me. I stare back for two seconds then walk past him. I walk to the locker room and began hearing remarks made about me in Spanish that include the use of my first name in English. I began to suspect later that it was the "long goat-teed" co-worker who made the V2K attack against me as I slept. I do know that he is into heavy metal music and does happen to live close to me.


Note: I was once told by another Target that Perps make V2K Attacks by firing microwave radiation into the Target's window. However, I do not believe that is always the case. I actually suspect that the modern V2K is tower-based with a satellite guided aiming system. A Perp then uses a custom-made smart phone application to aim and fire the radiation. I would like to do more research to find out if there's any current data available. The only information I have found so far regards handheld or mounted weapons aimed directly at the target.

Trying to Kill Me?

I have been receiving increased bouts of Voice-to-Skull (V2K) and Synthetic Telepathy (SynTel) attacks from my perpetrators. The increase started on November fifth at my workplace during lunch break. I was in the bathroom when I received V2K transmissions at intense enough frequency to cause near unconsciousness. The voices transmitted to my brain were of three co-workers.  For four days onward, I received V2K and SynTel transmissions for virtually twenty-four hours a day. I would even wake from my sleep to find voices beamed into my head. There were even moments when I felt the urge to commit suicide, but remembered a promise I made on my Facebook page that I would do no such thing. I repeated that to myself as an affirmation every time I felt any such urge. I was talking with some other targets on TalkShoe and a woman by the name of Susan told me that the V2K is actually high level microwave frequencies that the Perps are firing at me. She advised that this was dangerous and life threatening. She gave me some shielding tips to help with the V2K. Susan as well advised me to ignore the V2K statements rather than respond or even think about them. I will admit that I was responding to them after the first several hours of enduring it. The attacks did decline by approximately ninety-seven percent when I tried ignoring the transmission. I later received a shielding tip from another target that helped a great deal.

Even though I do not remember the entire V2K/SynTel bombardment, I can provide details of some episodes, which I will post in a future entries.

The Stalkers Retaliate III

I actually wrote this blog entry at approximately 5:14 AM via BlogSpot Mobile Text Messaging. I checked the blog entry on my computer to find that it was split into three fragments. I took the liberty of consolidating the fragments into one entry. I have also added some more text to summarize an episode that I experienced later at night.

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My stalkers are hitting me with microwave weapons at slightly greater intensity than usual. My left ear is aching at a moderate level and my cell phone is charging on its own. I had a Perp perform a harassment skit against me in a parking lot prior to this occurrence. I believe that this is some sort of scare-tactic in response to some work I was performing on this blog. I am currently in the break-room of my workplace; my shift starts at 6:30 AM.

  

Follow-Up

I arrived home from work at four-twenty-five in the afternoon and immediately departed from the apartment to buy some products from a nearby pharmacy. I found some people looking at me in a manner to suggest that I have no right to be out. There were three people giving me this type of stare that I could remember. The first person is some piece of inbred White Trash (as many people in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania) with a shaved head. He was heavyset and might have had bad teeth---I would not be surprised. There was also a Black girl, approximately eight years of age with short hair. She was standing on her porch stretching at the time. The third person is boy, eight to ten years of age, sitting in the backseat of a car. He appeared to be White, Hispanic, or a mix of both races. However, both of his parents appeared to be White, so perhaps the child just had a tan. I took down the license plate number of the vehicle, but will not publish it here since I have no proof that the family is involved in stalking me. They could have just heard rumors about me from the people whom are involved. Absolutely nobody glared at me or showed any other signs of suspicion once I entered the pharmacy. There were also no pieces of subhuman garbage inside the pharmacy, just decent people. I left upon purchasing my items and walked back home. I began hearing cars blow their horns in rhythmic patterns from all directions. I continued walking and heard somebody yell my name while passing a tavern. I stopped to look for the person and found a young man watching me while hiding behind a concrete wall, mounted to the side of a stairway. This person appeared to be White/Hispanic with short hair that may have been filled with hairspray or some other chemical product. I am estimating his approximate age range at twenty to twenty-three.

I fell asleep two hours later. I had awakened at eleven-twenty-five at night. I arose from my bed to have a meal and went to do my laundry after finishing. There's a small facility near my apartment building for tenets to do their laundry. I took my clothes to that facility and placed them inside the washer. After dispensing the detergent, I deposited quarters inside and pressed the Start button to activate the machine. The washer failed to start. I checked the back to see if it was plugged into the socket, it was as normal. I kept pushing the button to no avail. I immediately suspected that my stalkers were connected to the machine's lack of functioning. I was thinking that they used some type of electronic bug to disable the washer or one of their satellite guided microwave weapons. I finally gave-up and took my clothes out of the washer. I took my clothes back inside the apartment. I looked out the window to see if anybody comes inside to use the facility. Nobody entered the small building, but I did see a young man walk past the apartment complex and the laundry facility. The young man was walking from the same area where the basement is located. I first thought that he was visiting one of my neighbors, but now suspect that he used the fuse box to disable the washer. 

This individual is a White male, approximately nineteen to twenty-one years of age with an approximate height of five-foot, eight inches. He was slim with neck length dark hair and was wearing a black shirt and black shorts.

Just as the attacks described in the text message, I suspect that all of these other episodes were retaliation for some work I was conducting on my blog. I was working on a glossary of terms associated with organized stalking. This glossary will contain a mixture of already established terms and terms of my own invention. I was working on this glossary shortly before leaving for work and was confronted with a slight noise campaign.

The Stalkers Retaliate

I have recently experience greater number of harassment than usual featuring the use of Voice-to-Skull (V2K), Electromagnetic Weapons, and possibly other forms of electronic assault.  I believe the increased intensity may have been in retaliation for exposing my stalkers. I have made efforts to expose them not only by starting this blog, but also by posting a story to Gang Stalking World and reporting the harassment to an organization called Freedom from Covert Harassment and Surveillance (FCHS).


April 22, 2011

I was trying to sleep when I heard the sound (in my head) of a human-being imitating a horse. The sound of a preteen boy sarcastically saying, "you poor Mr. Robey" followed three minutes later. I then heard addition V2K noises (I cannot remember all of them), including the sound of Hip-Hop music and a human-being imitating a hyena. I arose from my bed and retrieved my laptop to began logging these disturbances when I felt a tapping sensation on my nose. I proceeded with the logging when I heard the sound of a man saying "stop that..." with louder volume accompanied by vibrations in my right ear. I was thinking that he was about to say "stop that shit," but failed to finish, judging by the tone used in the phrase. I turned off my computer and made another attempt at obtaining a good night's sleep. As I lay there on my back, I suddenly feel my right foot involuntarily jerk sideways at rapid speed. The front page of the FCHS website states that involuntary body movement is a symptom of electronic assault.


April 25, 2011

This date is when the retaliation was most intense.

While asleep in my bed, I had a dream that I was taking a bus to a site located near a local mall. The bus reached my stop. The driver and I argued about fare pricing; he wanted to charge me six dollars. I asked the driver "isn't the fare suppose to be one-fifty?" The driver replied by stating "you're a walking terror." I began waking from my sleep to hear the phrase, "walking terror" in the background. I felt myself involuntarily chant this statement upon becoming fully awake. The chanting stopped and I began feeling vibrations along my bed. Pain in my left ear at greater intensity than usual proceeded this phenomena, along with tingling and itching sensations in my right ear.  The intensity of the pain increased by the second. I found myself wishing the pain would stop. My wish was granted two to three minutes later. I placed my finger inside my left ear to see if it's bleeding. I found no blood, but was concerned that something was bleeding internally. I wet a wad of toilet paper with cold water and placed it inside my ear. I felt a short sting accompanied by a sign of cool relief. I started suspecting that the inside of my ear was burned with the use of a microwave weapon. I left my home for work. I rubbed the back of my head from ear to neck upon arriving at my workplace and felt some dull pain. I became concerned that I might have sustained some nerve damage. 

I logged the disturbances on my laptop later in the afternoon, immediately after arriving home from work. I started experiencing disturbances to my computer as I type. These disturbances were automatic cursor and sentence relocation. I began feeling tapping sensations on my left eardrum, right ear-loaf, and bridge of my nose upon correcting the errors caused by the computer disturbance. Some of my text then started deleting on its own in addition to more cursor relocation. A thumping sound on the part of the ceiling located above my head proceeded the disturbance. This was the sound of my neighbor stomping on his floor to indicate that he knows I am reporting the covert harassment. The hearing in my right ear began fluctuating as my text began highlighting on its own.


Ending Note

I experienced more electronic harassment mixed with non-electronic (gang stalking) harassment after the twenty-fifth day of April, but will not cover it in this blog entry. I will however, cover it in a future entry. I know these stories sound outrageous, but I swear to you that they are true. I sincerely wish I had a way to prove it. I'm sure you would understand if you are currently being gang stalked or have been in the past.