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

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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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Gang Stalking – Targets, take care of yourselves.

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Those of us who are experiencing gang stalking, sometimes feel down.  And it’s normal to feel this way.  How can we not feel depress when we’re constantly being bombarded by a group of psychopaths?  Psychopaths who never leave us alone for a minute.  But it’s not a good thing to give into this feeling.  If you do, it’ll just leave you feeling tired and frustrated.

Take care of yourself mentally and psychically.  Make sure you  don’t gain weight. Don’t eat too much to make yourself feel better.  Too much weight gain and you’ll feel worse.  Try to eat healthy food.  And don’t be like me.  I went through a period where chocolate candy was my addiction. I never gained weight, but I couldn’t get enough of chocolate candy bars.  I recently visited the doctor and he told me my cholesterol levels are very high.  Right away, the doctor wants to put me on medicine.  I told him “thanks, but no thanks” to  medication.  I would try to get my cholesterol levels down naturally. I stopped taking care of myself.  I stopped walking.  The cholesterol built up due to lack of exercise.  I think I didn’t gain weight because I  never sit down, but still, the cholesterol built up.  Cholesterol is very bad for the heart, so I’ve been really good for the last two weeks.  No candy bars.  Nothing.

(While typing my blog, I heard on the radio that one-third of Americans are overweight.)

Keeping your weight down and saying  positive  things to yourself  helps to keep away the depression.  We can’t let the psychopaths beat us down.  We have to believe that what we’re going through will end.  And when this  ends, we’ll need to be healthy psychically and mentally to go on with our lives.   When we get free of the hell we’re living, we can’t waste any time on regrets.  We have to start living our normal lives right away.  We’ve wasted too much time  putting up with the psychopaths.  And if we let depression defeat us, the psychopaths win.  We can’t them win.

So try to live a healthy lifestyle.  Exercise.  Try not to eat too much fat.  See your doctor at least once a year.  Be very kind to yourself, since no one else is.  And when the time comes, we can all fly.

I thought a woman, about three doors away from where I live, might be a target.  She never leaves her apartment and there are marks all over her door.  So I knocked on her door and asked  her if she was a victim of gang stalking.  As soon as she opened the door, I knew she wasn’t a target.  She had a little bitty piece of cloth around her breast.  But I gave her the benefit of the doubt. I left her my blog name and told her to go to it for help.

And today, I’m 100% sure she’s not a target.  People keep knocking on my door.  Just knocking on it, as I did on the perp’s door, and disappearing.  I guess this is the psychopaths’ new game plan.  I did learn something, though – that the woman is a perp.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – What’s the best gift I’ve ever received?

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This is one I’m ready for.

I had a former boyfriend who I told on several occasions that my dream was to go on a freighter. I got the idea from the movie “African Queen” with Bogart & Hepburn. I thought it would be great to go on a freighter. Of course, not the small freighter that the captain owned. A really, big freighter that carried supplies overseas.

My birthday was coming up and my boyfriend handed me an envelope. I thought it was a birthday card.  I tore the envelope open and two tickets fell out. The tickets were for a voyage on a Polish freighter (PLO).   I could not have been happier!  I got up and gave my boyfriend a big hug.  I never loved him as much as I did that moment. And it was not because he gave me the trip, but because of his thoughtfulness.

We sailed from Port Elizabeth, New Jersey on June 5 and arrived in Germany, June 12.     The whole crew was Polish.  Only two men on the freighter spoke English.  We stopped in Ireland (were not allowed off), France (were not allowed to get off) and our destination,  Germany. Bremen, Germany, that is.

While on the freighter, we watched American movies at night with subtitles in Polish.  We ate Polish food throughout the whole trip.  Polish food is very heavy and filling.  I felt myself gaining weight the first three  days on the trip.  So I used the exercise bicycles that were on the ship.   When we weren’t watching movies, we played table games and just looked out to sea.  We got lucky one day and saw some whales swimming around.  I was the only female on the freighter.  It was a good feeling to be the lone female.  All my life I’ve had to share everything with my sisters, so it was fun to be the only female on the freighter.

Most of the men on the freighter spent their time away from home.  Whether they were single or married, they spent about one day at home the whole year.  One man told me he saw his girlfriend one day a year. I remember telling him that never would work for me.  It’d be too lonely.   It is a lonely life being on a freighter.

The trip was an awesome adventure! No Disney ships for me.

Well, anyway, I  got my dream to sail on a freighter.  It was one of the nicest gifts anyone has given me.  It’s one I’ve never forgotten.

By the way, what’s the best gift you’ve ever received? I really want to know.

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