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Gang Stalking – I have the power to speak up.

Kiersten in the swim

English: the forests in new hampshire in autumn
English: the forests in new hampshire in autumn (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Sistine Chapel, fresco Michelangelo

Sistine Chapel, fresco Michelangelo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Four winters, four springs, four summers, four autumns have passed.  And I’ve accomplished nothing in those four years.  My life is so miserable, I wouldn’t wish it on anybody.

I want to be able to enjoy my winters, springs, summers, and autumns.  I want to make snowmen and walk in the snow.  I want to walk on the beach and go swimming.  I want to walk in the woods and watch the leaves turn colors.  I want to feel the renewal of spring in my blood.  None of these can I enjoy.  It is not safe for me to go into the woods.  Who knows what’ll be done to me? I can’t go swimming, someone might try to drown me.

The beauty of the seasons is no longer mine.  Only darkness is available.  Darkness all the time. The constant darkness and shadows of the government and gang stalkers that harass and follow me everywhere.

I want lightness in my life.  There is so much light all around me, but darkness overtakes the light all the time.

The dark spirits that follow me around are sick people.  Everywhere they go, they create havoc.  What makes these people do what they’re doing?

How can a government that is supposed to be of equality do this to its citizens?  It is a corrupt, corrupt government.  It is not a government for the people by the people.  It is a government for the government.  A dark government full of secrets and lies.

For people outside looking in, the government seems to be very paternal.  But it is not a paternal government.  It is a dictatorship.  Be a good little girl and don’t cause any trouble or else we’ll step on you.  We’ll step on you and keep stepping on until you learn your lesson. We, the government, are stronger than you.  We can do whatever we want to you.  We know no one will believe anything you say.  We have power, you don’t.  You’re just one little person.  No one will listen to you.  We can convince them all that you’re crazy.  You can’t win against us.  We’ll defeat you and drive you into the ground.  We, the government, are powerful.  So give up, little girl.  You have no power.

Well, government, I might not have any power, but you will not shut me up, you will not drive me insane, you will not defeat me. I will keep on doing what I’m doing.  I will write my blog, speak up against a corrupt government, march against the government.  I will continue doing what I’m doing.  You can’t shut me up.  You don’t have the power to shut me up.  You have power in other parts of my life, but you can’t shut me up.  I have the power within me to keep writing and speaking and nothing you do to me will shut me up.  I will speak up!  I’m not afraid of you big, powerful government.  What’s the worse you can do me? Kill me?  I’ve accepted that you might just do that to me one day.  But still, you won’t shut me up.

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Gang Stalking – Don’t be fooled by a man in a wheelchair, targets.

Transformers 3 Movie Set

Transformers 3 Movie Set (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Wheelchair symbol big

Wheelchair symbol big (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Wheelchair seating in a theater (i.e. giving a...

Wheelchair seating in a theater (i.e. giving a dedicated, convenient space left free for a user to position his own wheelchair in the cinema). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Yesterday, as I walked around my complex, a black man watched  and followed me wherever I went.  I began to feel my hair stand on its end.  I know this feeling well.  An intuition I get that someone is up to no good.  So I went into the office and complained about the man.  He does not live in the complex.  The complex manager  immediately got up  and acted solicitous (big phony).  I knew right away I should’ve  handled it myself.  So she got her radio and walked around to find the man.  I met her halfway and she said, “I didn’t see anybody.”   She implied that there was no man and I was making it up.  Of course, I knew what was going to happen the next day.

So, today is the next day.  I step out of my apartment, and what is the first thing I see?  A creepy looking, tall, black man wearing all black and a scarf tied around his head.  He wasn’t just walking by.  He purposely walked by.   If they know you’re coming out of your home, they’ll put gang  stalkers outside your apartment.  These people will be told to wait until you come out and play their part of just walking  by.  They act like extras on a movie set.  When they’re told to walk on, they walk on.  It’s an act they do.

I don’t care what color someone is.  If my hair stands up on end, I’m going to be very careful.  A  man can be white, green, yellow, blue, and if  my hair stands up on its end, I’m going to watch him.  It has nothing to do with color.  A lot of black men  gang stalk me, but I never got the feeling I got yesterday.  The man following me would have given anyone the creeps. So now I know that everywhere I go, a black man will be following me.

The complex manager reported what I told her to the monitor right away.  The monitor passes it on to every gang stalker who works for  him.  It doesn’t take long for something that happens to a target to get around.  Within minutes, all the gang stalkers know what the new  thing  is they should do  to a target.  And everything new  gang stalkers report, they get paid for.  Their job is to gang stalk a target, and to report anything new about a target. They get money for reporting every little, new thing.  It doesn’t matter what it is.  It’s new and it’s something else they can harass you about.

Today, I also passed a white man who always comes out when he knows I’m outside. He’s in a wheelchair and  makes believe he just happened to be outside.    He saw me and said, “Why, hello.  How are you doing?”    At that moment, I just got so pissed off putting up with these lowlifes,  I looked at him and said, “Don’t talk to me, you phony.  Why don’t you go drown yourself somewhere?”   That might seem like a mean thing to say to someone who is in a wheelchair, but you have to be in my shoes to know how I feel putting up with phonies like these.  They’re worse than people who we know are gang stalkers and act like gang stalkers.  The ones who are “real nice” are despicable.  They want to get to know you so they can report everything  you do.  So as I said, I hope he goes and drowns himself.  And don’t think because someone is in a wheelchair that he’s not a gang stalker.  There are plenty of people in wheelchairs who are gang stalkers.  And they’re just as evil as the ones walking around.

And tomorrow when I go out, I expect to see a wheelchairs.

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