Gang Stalking – My nephew’s visit good for my soul.

My nephew  is  in Las Vegas this week, till Sunday. Since I don’t have a phone, I’ve had a problem getting in touch with him.  He’s staying at the Hilton Grand Vacation Resort.  I went there this morning to get in touch with him, but he had to work, so I didn’t get to see him. He’s at a convention and will be returning to California.

Anyway, as I was writing, I had to go the Hilton and I felt as if I was back at the library. People at the Hilton are from everywhere in the world, but you would not think so.  The same thing that happens to me at the library happened to me at the Hilton.  As soon as I stepped inside the Hilton, loud music, everybody showing up where I was. A lot of loud talking, laughing, banging, women showing up half-naked with their boobs hanging out, and real tight elastic clothing. I’m surprised their dresses stayed on them. It was really disgusting. And it’s always the fattest ones who wear the tight, tight clothing with the fat coming out from every part of their body. They really need to take a good look in their mirror.

It’s amazing that people who don’t know me know exactly what to do on their vacation. They’re just as bad  as the Las Vegas perps. They’re no better.  These people come  from   Spanish-speaking countries, Scandinavian, Asian, etc. So it’s proof that if we decide to leave the U.S. for a better place, it won’t work. We’ll be harassed just as much wherever we go. We’re not safe anywhere. Someone mentioned to me that the United Nations is involved in what’s happening to  us, and got all the other countries to go along with what it wanted to do.  And that makes a lot of sense, it’s a worldwide thing. It’s happening all over the world. And the United Nations is in touch with a lot of countries.

Anyway, I felt I was back  at  the zoo. I left one zoo for another one.

I’m sure my nephew knows about the gang stalking, but I’m not going to mention it to him. What’s the point? He won’t believe me and think I’m a dingbat. But it’ll be good to see family again, even if it’s for a short  while. It’s good for my soul.  Maybe it’ll be a good visit. I’m just going to try to enjoy my visit with him..

So if I find my nephew, I’ll probably miss a few blogs. I’ll tell you how my visit went. Take care of yourselves.

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10 thoughts on “Gang Stalking – My nephew’s visit good for my soul.

  1. sorry must hav red it wrong .i was walking a couple of months back in the evening it was dark this car drove past me and i got zapped on my foot electric.zap feel (once).i looked at my foot and thought no way…and carried on walking can it be done this way did they zap ? the perps have this in they hand now ? Even in uk .and its hard when family you love dont understand i do love my family and thats it not anyone else whos a perp never! hope you find him and it went well yeh let me know how it goes ..

    • You probably got zapped from his phone. That’s the way it’s done in the U.S. I got in touch with him for about two hours, but he left. He said he’s returning in another week.

      • Yeh i mention it because the car drove past me if no car was they i wouldnt think it was that .the bobbly hat tramp perp has gone crazy he slandered me saying i had a nervous breakdown …liar .an now it came back to bite him with him going crazy .real crazy ha .

  2. You are right about the U.N its as corrupt as any other organisation.U.N charter dictates their terms,and,is allowed to act on any suspicion of intent.A broad transliteration used and more often abused privelige by any and all.Either way with them your’e f****d either way.It goes to the top i’m certain.

    • Yeah, you would think that an organization that’s supposed to keep the world in peace wouldn’t do something like this, but that’s the way the U.N. stays in power, keeping countries battling each other.

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