Gang Stalking – Music soothes the savage beast.

If tomorrow you wake up and discover that gang stalking is no longer happening to you, what would your life be like?

I know what I’d do.

I’d get out my paint brushes and start painting. I’d try to sell the paintings so I can put a down payment on a cottage.  A cottage near the beach. I’d walk on the beach every day.  The cottage would be surrounded by trees. No one would live near me. I don’t want  any people near my property. I’d definitely have cameras and sensors all over my property.  I’d want to know if someone enters my property.

I’d have music playing all the time. Music has been my savior. Without music, I don’t think I’d  made it  this long –  Music soothes the savage beast (William Congreve).

And then I’d paint, paint, paint all day. This time not for profit, but to paint in colors what I can’t let go of  –  intrusion of government into my life. I have to let go all the bad stuff in my body.

And after I’ve gotten the big, bad government out of my body, I’d like to travel, maybe find love again, feel again, and not hate my fellowmen anymore.

I want to wash all the dirt I’ve accumulated from all my years of torture. I want to be totally free again. To fly again. To breathe fresh air again. To walk free again.

And I’d stop writing my blog, but  will never trust the government again. Never!

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Gang Stalking – Feel no sympathy for gang stalkers.

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Last night I actually slept six hours.  Very rarely do I get so lucky and get six hours of sleep.  Usually the perps wake me up every two hours by hitting me with electricity.  But it was too good to last.  They’ve tried to make up for the sleep I got last night by hitting me all day.  No matter where I sit, the low lifes hit me.  They hit me on my head, back and the idiot downstairs gets my feet. There’s a man who moved horizontally across from me and he hits me all the time.

But believe me, they get it right back.  I don’t sit in my chair and do nothing. I have a few things I  hit them back with.  So even though I’m being hit,  they also get their share of torture.  But it’s one against many, so I get a more hits than they get individually.  But there have been many examples in history of one overcoming the many.

I believe in doing to others as they do unto me.  I believe in returning to someone what they do to me.  And that’s the real me. Don’t f–k with me and I won’t f–k with you.  I wasn’t always this way.  At one time, I just ignored a lot of things done to me, but there’s a point where someone has to fight back.  And I reached that point a long time ago.  I’m over being nice to creatures who mistreat me.  I’m over telling  myself to be nice to people who want to harm me and cause damage to my body.

It doesn’t matter how nice or polite I am to the perps, they come after me.  They’re like a bunch of unthinking human beings.   They go around saying to themselves “get her, get her, our master wants us to get her.”  They’re like slaves. I really try to understand these horrible people, because there must be a problem with all their brains.  The sheep must obey  the training given to them by their masters.  Maybe they’ve all been implanted with zombie chips. That’s why they can’t think for themselves.  The master does all the thinking for them and they just follow.  And it doesn’t matter what their master tells them to do, because they’ll do whatever’s demanded of them.

If they’re told to steal, they steal.  If they’re told to rip targets’ clothes, they do.  If they told to poison someone’s food, they do. If they’re told to kill someone’s pet, they do it. If they’re told to fix target’s car so target has accident, they do.  If they’re told to steal target phone, computer, etc., they do.  There is nothing these perps won’t do in the name of their master. Even kill someone if they’re told to.

My life is bad, but I think their life is worse.  It seems they have no control whatsoever over their life.  They must obey, or they become a target. And becoming a target is their “just deserts.”   They deserve a long life of targeting without let-up.  I have no sympathy for any of them.  They created their own fate.

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Gang Stalking -Immature parents robbing their children of a good future.

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I hope all of you had a nice Thanksgiving. My Thanksgiving was typical of what I have to go through every day.

The kids, two doors from me, running back and forth in front of my door sounding  like a herd of cattle.  The parents sitting outside in their chairs loudly laughing at what they told their kids to do.  And the kids  enjoying pleasing their parents.  These kids range in age from five to thirteen.   The five-year-old is about the worse one.  She’s a real terror.  And  every time I go out of my apartment, she has to come over to me and ask me something.  Yesterday, it was about pigeons. Did I own the pigeons who come by my door?  And today she came over and asked me to open her front door.  Open her front door, no way!  I might be accused of breaking into their apartment.  But I didn’t have to help her open the door, her parents sent her over to me and then closed the door, so she didn’t know what to do. When the parents heard me talking to her, they opened their door and laughed.  So now every time I open the door, I can expect the little one to come over and ask me a question, or do something annoying.  I’m very careful how I react to the little girl. I know it’s not her fault.  She doesn’t know any better.  Plus, I don’t really want to be accused of doing anything to her.  Who knows what things these people can make up about me.  I try to stay away from the little girl as much as possible.  I keep my distance.  But if some day something happens to the little girl, they have no one to blame but themselves.

And this is the future generation?  This is why kids today get into so much trouble.  How can they not when the parents they have are so immature themselves.  Instead of teaching their kids to behave and treat others as they would like to be treated, they teach them to behave like future criminals in the making.

I feel for the little girl.  I can see that her future is not going to be a bright one for her.

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Gang Stalking – We targets will never forget!

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Today as usual, I went out and checked the area around my apartment.  I do this every time I leave home, or in the morning when I get up.  The front of my apartment looked all right.  No cigarette butts, no paper, no twigs, no dog poop.  There isn’t a day I go out there that there isn’t something someone put in front of my apartment.  But nothing today.  I went around to the side of my apartment and I see something.  Close up, dog poop again.  The gang stalkers put the dog poop on the side of my apartment to draw ants to it. They probably didn’t think I’d look at the side.  Wrong they were.  I picked up the dog poop with a plastic bag I have to put things strewn around my apartment.  I did not put the poop in the garbage.  I put it somewhere else.  I’m not saying where, but you can guess where.  Why let good poop go to waste?

Also, today, as I was walking to get my mail, I passed a man who lives about 8 doors from me.  The man is an alcoholic.  I used to see him come home from work and see him struggling to put his key in the hole.  It took him a while to do it.  Sometimes a neighbor would offer to open it for him, but he always refused.  Then one day, he must have decided to get sober.  I watched him go from a guy with a paunch to a slim version of himself.  He looked healthier, handsomer, no big tummy.  He easily opened his door without a problem.    And then about 6 months ago, he began drinking again.  His sobriety did not last long.  The man is back to having trouble opening his door.  He’s never spoken a word to me, nor I him.  But while he was sober, he would always give me dirty looks every time he passed me. I never said anything.  Today, as he passed me in a drunken stupor, he called me “a fucking bitch” and kept rambling something about me.  I paid no attention and kept on walking.  I used to feel bad for this man, I no longer do.

I was watching a video on YouTube from a target.  The video was of a man who has been a target for over 15 years.  He shot his video as he walked along a highway.  He looked tired, his eye were sunken in, his hair disheveled, his skin blotchy.  He spoke as he walked along the highway.  He spoke of being followed 24/7, being driven from his home, losing his family, his job, and having no friends.  He spoke about how he’d gone from being a good-looking guy to one who’s losing his hair due to lack of nourishment and the abuse he has to suffer every day.  He said he was now homeless and had no place to go.  I could feel the suffering he’s going through.  It made me cry that someone like this man has to be degraded to such a low point in his life. I could tell by the way he spoke that’s he’s an educated man, but to see him in the video you’d never believe it.  This is what’s done to us targets.    Abused and degraded by a bunch of lowlifes who will do anything to destroy us for whatever sick reason they’re doing it.   I think about him and hope that he’s able to get some help.  That’s he able to get his life in order and recover from the abuse.   The gang stalkers are dirt bags who should be in  jail.  They should suffer the same abuse as we’re experiencing. We targets will never forget what’s  been done to us.  And we will get our day in court!

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