Gang Stalking – One, two, three – go out and exercise.

A Marine of the United States Marine Corps run...

A Marine of the United States Marine Corps runs through a creek. Original caption: “Lance Cpl. Anthony M. Madonia emerges from the water during the swimming portion of the triathlon. Marines and Sailors of Marine Security Company and the Naval Support Facility in Thurmont, Md., participated in the Catoctin Mountain Triathlon, July 20.” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


If I  don’t go out for one or two days,  I get a little down.  I just want to stay home and not go anywhere.  I don’t want to get dressed,  take a shower, eat.  But I force myself out the door.  I know if I don’t go out and get some exercise, I’ll regret it.  I feel so much better taking a long walk than just sitting on my ass.  Exercise just gives me that extra push.  So if I don’t exercise,  I feel rotten right away.


But after being home one or two days, I think of the perps out there just waiting for me  to come out.  And I think that I have to look at their faces and listen to their loud laugh, makes me want to hide. Hide from the world and not have to  put up with their stupidity.  I know what they’re going to do to me. I know in a normal life that I wouldn’t know what’s going to happen to me, but it’s something I would not be thinking about. I’d be thinking about who I’d be meeting; who I’d seeing a movie with;  who’d I’d be  having a nice meal with; clothes I’d buy; getting together with family, friends.  My way of looking at the world was  different.


Now, every time I go out, I have to get myself ready to put up with the perps. I have to put myself in a mood so that nothing that they do bothers me.  In other words, I have to become a zombie. I have to let go of all my emotions.  I can’t get angry. I can’t smile.  I can’t speak with anyone.  I have to watch everyone.  I can’t let my guard down for a minute, because if I do, they might steal my phone, camera, money, book, food, cut the handle to my handbag, rip my jacket. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come home and found that they’ve ripped my handbag strap. Or that my phone is missing. Or they’ve taken my camera. Or there’s a ripped in my pants.


And when I think of going out after two days of staying home, and think of all the b.s. I have to put up with,  I’d rather go right back to sleep and hide from the world.  Even though being at home isn’t so great, either.  I’m annoyed at home as much as when I go out, but at least at home, I don’t have to look at the perps’ stupid faces.


P.S.  I thought you women would enjoy looking at the men. I know I do.


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18 thoughts on “Gang Stalking – One, two, three – go out and exercise.

    • This is a lot of information, so I have to re-read it carefully, but what I read I find very helpful. I especially find the section about the perps taking over the computer very helpful. That’s what’s been done to me. I sign in and I know they’re running my computer. But I’m interested in getting my message out, so I ignore it. If I try to fix my computer, it only gets worse. Thank you.

      • last year I was working on windows. I tried to protect my computer and eventually it became impossible. Before being covered by the gang stalking, I never had a virus because my computer was always protected with the best apps.
        Now I installed unbutu and I have fewer problems. These bastards attack but I can still work. Unbutu is as easy as windows.


      • Oh, they know it’s the government. All the perps have to sign a waiver that they will never say anything about what they’re doing. And they’re told if they do, they can end up in prison.

        • That makes sence. When I’ve talked to people at ISPs I knew they knew I was being harassed, but wouldn’t admit it. I didn’t used to know it was being done by the gov and law enforcement agencies, but now that I do, I have NO respect for those people and hate them as much as they were told to hate me. I’m a better person than they are though. I don’t hate people just because I’m told to. I only hate them when they prove they are worthy of it. They really do prove they are worthy of being hated! They do everything they can to EARN it.

          • It’s amazing how they can all be so good at being evil! If this harassment ever stops, and I’m asked what should be done to perps, I know exactly what I’m going to say. I’m going to tell whoever it is that they should get the same punishment we did – non-stop harassment for the rest of their miserable lives!

            • I’ll say the same thing…and I was thinking this as well: Those idiots that quote the “love your enemy” stuff – well, I’ll just say that God commands us to hate and rebuke all that is evil, so that is what I use to back up my right to hate perps. They’re evil, therefore, God has commanded us to hate them. I will accept no argument about it. So when someone says I am wrong to hate the people who harass me, I add them to the list of people I don’t associate with. They all belong in hell!

                • The thing is they’re taking it out of context. I’ve decided to look up some of the verses I can fire back at them. I’m really getting tired of it. They have no idea what it’s like. They should trade places with us before they judge us. Keep strong!

  1. I know how you you feel. I’m fortunate to have someone to be able to watch the house for me now when I go out. It makes it easier to go out knowing no one’s going to mess with things when you’re gone. I wish you could do that. I still don’t like to go out and deal with them though. I wish you had at least a few people you could trust. When was the last time you had someone in the physical world to talk to? If I was there, I’d go out and do things with you. I know you are a worthwhile person to be with.

    • Thank you. The last time I remember doing something with someone I trusted was about 4 years ago. Since that time, I’ve trusted no one and let no one new into my life. Terrible, isn’t it? But I’ve managed to stay sane in spite of it. We all need someone we can communicate with, but we have to deal with what life throws at us.

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