Gang Stalking – I dream…

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I dream of a better place to live.

I dream of sitting in a place and not have someone annoy me.

I dream of not having someone call me names.

I dream of sitting at a table with some friends and really enjoying myself.

I dream of  not having someone hit me with electricity every minute of the day.

I dream of being left alone.

I dream of taking a vacation.

I dream of being  called beautiful.

I dream of taking a walk and not worrying about what’s behind me.

I dream of  wearing stylish, beautiful clothes.

I dream of having someone else in my life.

I dream of not having someone threaten to beat me up.

I dream that maybe there are still nice people out there and I just have to find them.

I dream that someone out there likes me.

I dream that the hell I’m going through will soon end.

I dream that all the perps will get the punishment they deserve.

I dream that the pesticide the perps spray into my apartment goes right back to them.

I dream that all the people who’ve abused me for years will finally get their time in jail.

I dream…that’s all I can do.

What do you dream about?

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Gang Stalking – I want freedom!!!!

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If  you don’t like to see me write four, five letters words, I’m warning you not to read this. I just have to let out some anger.

I am so, so sick of what I have to go through every day.  Every little thing becomes an all day  task.  Something which should take me a few minutes to do becomes  a four,  five-hour thing.

I can’t go outside my apartment and enjoy the fresh air.  Some idiot will come out of his apartment and ride around in circles and circles in front of me.

And someone who doesn’t live near me, but lives a few blocks away, just always has to walk by when I’m standing outside.

Or if I decide to go the store, I have five bastards, who live three doors from me, suddenly have to  go the same way.

If I cross the street, the creeps have to cross the street.

If I go into a restaurant, I’ll have ten people or more people follow me in.

If I go to the library, suddenly the library gets very busy and there’s a long time to use a computer.

Or if I  take out a book  I want to read, suddenly everyone wants to read the book.

If I want to take a walk, suddenly the sidewalk  becomes very busy.  People everywhere.

I can’t have nice furniture, because the bastards will destroy it.  Can’t pretty up my apartment, because they’ll un-pretty it. Can’t have curtains, because they’ll rip them; or flowers, because they’ll empty out the water and kill the flowers.

I’m just so sick of the bastards.  I don’t have a day, or minute to myself.  The lowlife scumbags surround me everywhere I go.  They seem to have absolutely nothing to do with their lives, but annoy targets.

I’m just sick of being held hostage by these miserable pieces of shit!

I need a break from this life.  I’m sick of what I have to put up with every single day of my life.

I want to take a walk without being followed.  I want to enjoy a meal without an entourage.  I want to go out with friends and enjoy their company.  I want to breathe fresh air without the gang stalkers surrounding me and suffocating me.

I just want to live free.  I want to live my life without the bastards being in it every second, minute, day, hour, week, month, year.

I want to live my life without feeling I’m in prison surrounded by prison guards.

I want to be let out of this hell.

I want freedom, freedom, freedom.

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Gang Stalking – Celebrate the holidays.

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For the past  four years, I haven’t celebrated any holiday.  Before gang stalking, I loved the decorations and getting together with my family to celebrate the holidays.

But as I wrote, it’s been four years since I’ve celebrated  anything, even my birthday.

I’m now completely alone.  I have no family, no friends, no one I can trust.  And the few times I tried to befriend someone, it  didn’t turn out too well.  Most of the times, the person turned into a perp, if he hadn’t been one.  So trusting someone is not something I do anymore.  I rarely talk  with someone, or  say much  of anything  to anyone.

So, really, it’s been a very lonely four years.  Celebrating holidays by myself  just makes me feel loner,  makes me think of my family and the friends I used to have.

I  really miss getting together with my family, and so I stopped celebrating anything.

But lately, I feel the need to celebrate something. Celebrate that I’ve survived four lonely years, and I’m still as sane as I was.

I decided from now, even though I’m alone, that I’m going to celebrate holidays.

Today I went shopping for some Halloween decorations.  I bought a crashed witch.  I’m sure you’ve seen it in the store. It shows a witch that has crashed into a wall.

I put the witch decoration on my front door for all to see.

Now, knowing how  the perps destroy everything I buy,  I’m wondering if tomorrow morning, the witch will still be on the door, and how long it will be before they destroy it.

I’m not going to keep opening my door  to see if the witch is still there.  I have a feeling by the time I wake up tomorrow, it will not be on the door, or if it is, it will probably  be in tatters.

What do you think?  Do you think they will destroy it?  Will be it in tatters?  Still be on the door?  Let me know what  you think will happen to it?

Go out and buy a decoration and celebrate the holiday.  Enjoy yourself. Don’t let them take away your joy, as they did to me.

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Gang Stalking – Where do I go?

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Today, I paid the last rent in the complex in which I live.  Of all the places  I lived, this was one of the worse.  I won’t say that it’s the worse, because there might be worse things coming my way.  I have 29 days left to find another apartment.  But where do I go?  Where do I turn?  It doesn’t matter where I go, the same thing that’s happening to me here will happen wherever I go.

I can’t turn to family.  No family left in my life.  The government made sure of that.  No friends to turn  to. They also made sure that friends  turned against me.  I can’t really turn to anyone. There is no one I can turn to, or trust.  And if someone is truly caring and would like to help, they’ll turn them against me as well.

Once I start looking for a new apartment, they’ll be on top of me every second, every minute.  They want to make sure I don’t get away from them.  And wherever I go, they will show up and show their badge.  It’s amazing to me how easily  people believe someone who sticks a badge in their faces.  If someone showed me a badge, I’d check them out. I’ve learned not to take anybody’s word for anything.  They’ll follow me by car constantly. Just the thought of looking for a new apartment makes me sick knowing what I’ll have to put with.

I know there are targets who believe that if they move, things will change.  But things will not change.  It’ll be the same b.s. all over again.  The constant harassment, following us everywhere, lying about us,  turning people who don’t know  anything about us against us.

Moving to a new place will not stop any of the things now happening to me, but I won’t have to look at the  faces which I’ve come to know and truly hate.  And “hate” is a mild word compare to what I want to call them.

So I have to start looking for a new apartment.  I have no choice.  This place in which I live is disgusting.  I’m surprised I lasted this long.

I’m lucky that the economy is terrible in Las Vegas, and I can still find an inexpensive apartment. Who  knows,  maybe I’ll get lucky and get a different gang stalking monitor?  The monitor in this area  has no soul.  He’s evil.  I’ve seen him more than a few times, and he really enjoys mistreating people.  But he’ll get his!  And so will all his helpers.  In the end, we all get what we deserve.

If there’s someone who lives in Las Vegas and knows of a decent apartment, please contact me via my blog. Thanks.

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Gang stalking – Games gang stalkers play with your mind on Facebook.

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Lately, since nothing they’ve done to me works, they been doing a lot of gas lighting on me .  Gas lighting is where they try to make you think that what is occurring is not.  It’s to make you doubt your sanity.

They been doing things in my apartment and with my computer.  What they did to me recently is an example. I got a message on Facebook from a friend of mine.  The message said that it was heart research day, and I should send a heart to every woman friend on my Facebook page, but I was not  to mention the reason I was sending it.  I thought it was my friend, so I sent a heart message to all my women friends on Facebook.  As I sent the hearts, I could tell by the responses from the women that they were puzzled by my hearts, and so was I.  Why send hearts to  women only and not men?  It suddenly occurred to me that it wasn’t my friend who’d sent me the message.  It was a message from one of the freaks harassing me. I was suspicious while sending the hearts, but I thought it was for a good cause.  As a matter of fact, I haven’t been able to get in touch with my friend for a while.  Every time I send her a message on Facebook, I get a message saying “that’s not allowed.”  I think they even opened another Facebook page in her name.

But I figured out the reason they did this.  I wrote about what they do to targets to make us do what they want others to believe about us.  Like we’re lesbians, pedophiles, etc.  So having me send the message to “women only” makes me sound like a lesbian. But I caught on and sent the women messages that it was for heart research day, even though I knew it wasn’t.  Plus I get messages saying that someone wants to “befriend me”.   I usually look up information on the person who wants to be my friend, and then decide if I want to be that person’s friend.  What’s been happening, is that after I hit “confirm”, it will say that I’ve asked someone to befriend me.  It’s done to make me doubt my sanity. This has happened a few times, now I’m very careful and make sure that I don’t hit confirm anymore.  I now send a message to the person who wants to befriend me and ask if they’ve sent a message asking me to be their friend.  Many other targets have complained about the same thing happening.

They also play with your comments.  They’ll send a  comment saying “read comment.”   And you hit comment and the comment disappears. And the “read comment ” appears again.  You hit it again.  Again, comment disappears.  You can do this hundred times and it won’t work, because there’s no comment.  Learn to tell the difference between a comment sent by Facebook and a comment  sent by gang stalkers.

So, if you’re on Facebook, be careful who you confirm, and doublecheck any messages sent to you by a friend that sounds questionable.  It might not be a friend who’s sending you the message.  It might be the government flunkies playing games with your mind, and trying to get information from you.

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Gang Stalking – New to gang stalking: welcome to your new reality!

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If you are new to gang stalking, your life will never be the same again.  Never again.  Everything you believe in will change.  Your beliefs about the government, religion, family, police, people, in general, will come crumbling down.  You will be awaken to a new world were nothing is real.  Where everything is an illusion.  Have you ever seen the “Matrix” ?  Well, this will be your new reality.  Everything you thought was real, is not. You’ve lived in a bubble and someone decided to pull the plug from you.

Your new reality will be that you’ve become a person that will be unwelcomed everywhere you go.

That people will try to hurt you every chance they can.  That people will hate you for no reason whatsoever.  That you will be rudely treated.  That police and gang stalkers will watch you non-stop.

Forget about having privacy, you won’t have any.  Not in your home, computer, outside, not even in your bathroom or taking a bath.  You’ll have pictures  taken of you from every angle,  and pictures  passed  around by government flunkies.

Anything you love, like family, photographs, treasures, memories will disappear; destroyed by gang stalkers, or stolen.  You will not get much sleep.  You’ll be lucky if they allow you to sleep 2 hours a day.  They’ll keep you awake to drive you crazy, or to cause you to commit a crime, or become violent, and then they can put you in jail or some mental healthy facility.  You’ll become distrustful of anyone you meet, because you’ve learned not to trust anyone; every time you have, they screwed you.

You’ll probably lose your job due to workplace mobbing.  And you’ll have a difficult time finding another one.  If you do find another job, the same workplace mobbing will occur.

The gang stalkers will destroy your clothes, your furniture, ruin your food, steal your money, cameras, kill your pets.  There is nothing of yours that they will not tamper with, or destroy.

Your life will be one of 24-hour surveillance – by cameras, cars, people, computers.  You will not have any time to think.  They want to destroy everything about you.  They want to leave you naked without personality, just as they do to soldiers when they’re in training.  They want to drive you crazy, and they do that by  destroying what you are, or used to be.  They’ll make sure you become isolated, so that you have no friends, or anyone you can lean on.

You will not be able to defend yourself, because of the many lies told about you.  And if you try to defend yourself, you will, of course, be called crazy.  And no one will believe a word you say, ever!   Accusations of being a thief, violent, alcoholic, child abuser, pedophile, lesbian, gay, terrorists will follow you. Whatever they think they can stick on you and work, they’ll do.

You basically will have no life.  Your life is theirs now.  It belongs to the freaks and government. Whatever part of  life belongs to you, you’ll have to spend protecting yourself from the creeps.  The freaks will follow you everywhere, even at home.  I could go on and on with what will happen to  you, but I’d go on til infinity.

By the way, this can happen to any one at any time.  Don’t think you’re safe if this is not happening to you.  You might find yourself reading my blog some day on how to protect yourself.  Think about it.

So all the above will be your new reality.  Welcome to your new life in hell!

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Gang Stalking – Yes, gang stalking happens at your job, too.

 

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It used to be that the people who live in my complex were a little more subtle than they are now.  When I used to go out, I’d hear a lot of horns beeping, a lot of door slamming, people throwing their garbage away, always.  I know they’re all spies and snitches and report everything I do, but it wasn’t as in my face as it is now.  Now, I can’t even go out to throw my garbage away without having almost everyone in the complex making believing he/she just has to do something when I step out.  Like they have to go outside to smoke their cigarette, just have to pass my door going absolutely nowhere, etc.  And then I watch them as they run to the office and report to the dirt-bag complex manager that I’m just standing outside.  They don’t want me to even go outside my door anymore.  They want to keep me imprisoned in my apartment.  Well, I’ll continue to go outside and stand in front of my door.  They can keep running to the dirt-bag complex manager and report me.  They don’t scare me.  And I’ve decided, the only way the freaks are going to keep me quiet, is to kill me, because I will not back down. And I would not put it beyond them to kill me.

When my gang stalking began, it was at work that I noticed something weird  happening to me.  At the time, I didn’t realize what.  Odd things went on where I lived, but it wasn’t really anything that really bothered me.  It was at work where I noticed how I was really being treated.

I began noticing that people would not talk to me when I talked to them, and they’d move away quickly.  Someone would talk about me and say nasty things in front of my face.  I would go into the lunchroom and try to sit next to a co-worker, and  told the seat  was for someone else.  And then I’d watch as no one filled the seat.  When I would walk  through the parking lot, construction workers would pass by me and give me  very creepy looks.  This was done by all the men, not one.  I thought  it was strange, but I dismissed their looks.   I began to notice that anytime anything happened at work, it was always my fault.  When I went to lunch in the restaurant located in the building, no one would come out to serve me lunch.  Or if they came out to help, they would rudely talk to me, and sloppily serve me  food.

What they were doing to me is “Workplace mobbing.”   Everyone at your workplace is targeting you.  The same thing that happens to you on the outside is happening to you at work.  Only at work, it might cause you your job.  The people who harass you will make your work environment so toxic that you’ll either lose your job, or quit because you can’t take the harassment.  Or the stress will be so bad that you have to take medication to calm yourself.   The harassment will come from your boss, co-workers, friends.  They will all deny that anything is happening to you.  But eventually what will happen, is that you’ll be fired, or you’ll quit.

So if strange things are happening to you at work, it’s just part of your gang stalking.  It’s not your imagination.  What you think is happening, is.

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Gang Stalking – It’s a lonely life…

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Today, I got a response from simpleteenagethoughts who told me I should move from where I live.  I guess I’m not getting my message across.  I moved 6 times in one year.  How many more times do I have to move to be left alone?

She told me that I should just ignore what is happening to me.  I wish I could.  I would like nothing better than not to have to deal with the gang stalkers.  But how can I ignore something that’s done to me non-stop?  What’s occurring to me is not something that happens every week, month.  It is 24/7 harassment.  It just never stops. There is nothing I can do to get away from them.  It doesn’t matter where I move, where I go, where I eat, where I travel, they’re there.  The faces are different, but the harassment is the same.  People just don’t seem to understand how insidious what’s happening to me is.

I’m not allowed a minute to myself.  There is always someone following me around…trying to hit me, trying to make me lose my cool. That’s their main purpose, to drive me crazy.  I can’t even begin to mention all the people who, because of the gang stalkers, ended up in mental wards, lost their homes, their family, their jobs.  There are people who killed themselves because they prefer death over the harassment. Once this harassment happens to a person, there is no living life anymore. The gang stalkers are an ever-present evil.  Imagine the devil following you 24/7, that’s what our existence is like.

I wish  as simpleteenagethoughts wrote, I could put this gang stalking behind me and get on with my life.  I would like nothing better.  I would like my life back.

I dream of having a nice place to live –  to have pretty curtains on my window, colorful throw rugs all over my floor, a t.v., a couch where I can put my feet up, a bed, nice dishes, silverware, glasses, friends who can visit me, have a nice dinner at a table.  These are things I miss.  I don’t have any of these things anymore.

I sleep on a flattened air mattress, eat off  paper plates, have no curtains, walk on a dirty gray rug, have no t.v., no couch, no nice dinner dishes, and definitely have  no friends to visit me.  It’s a lonely life.

By the way, thank you simpleteenagethoughts for your reply.

P.S.  Today, the bastard who has taken over my computer, keeps trying to insert a woman whose breast are showing on my blog.  I keep deleting her, but he keeps adding her.  So I’m hitting Publish, I hope you don’t get what he’s trying to add.  Please let me know if you do.  Thank you.

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Gang Stalking – To those T.I. bloggers who came before me: thank you.

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Update:  The guy next door is not gone.  He’s back.  It’s unusual for them not to be glued to me 24/7.  I guess I made myself believe he was gone because  of all the s–t I have to deal with every day.

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The creep in apartment 111 erased my blog three times already.  He’s trying to make me angry.  He has nothing better to do with his creepy self.  Let me start again. The creep is not going to stop me from typing.

The man next door is gone.  He was here for about 6 days.  The apartment is empty.  His comforter, sheets and pillow are no longer on the floor. The apartment has nothing in it.

I don’t know what he was doing in the apartment.  Maybe he came to check out the gang stalkers.  He came to make sure that they were doing their job of harassing me.  Maybe he came to report back to his office on how best to handle me.  So far they haven’t been able to do their job of getting me into a hospital.  That’s their aim.  Once they get me into a hospital they can say that whatever I say or write cannot be believed because, of course, what I say is crazy.

But a lot of targets don’t know what’s was going on.  Their family, friends, co-workers feed them lies.  Lies that tell them that they should get a mental health check.  And, of course, not being aware that their friends are feeding them a lie, check themselves into hospitals.  And once they are in the hospital, the hospital staff also feeds them more lies.  And it’s only later when they discover the truth that they find out what the family, friends, co-workers did to them.  And that’s the point where most targets stop believing what’s  told to them. They discover that if their family, friends and co-workers lied, how can they believe anything anyone says to them.

Some people go years and years without knowing what’s going on.  And they keep checking themselves into hospitals to stop what’s happening.  A lot of them are given tranquilizers to take.  And that completes the game the government is playing.  They can say that the person is on tranquilizers and cannot be believed.  And that’s why the government gets away with what it’s doing to its citizens.

I was lucky.  I was able to find out almost immediately about what was occurring.  I immediately went to different web sites and found out the truth.  And one of the reasons I write my blog today.  It is through those bloggers that I was able to find out the truth.  If no one had blogged about their experiences, I don’t know where I’d be today; maybe in some mental ward.That’s the reason I keeping writing my blog.  I write my blog to help others who might end up in the situation I’m in.  And I thank those bloggers who came before and were brave enough to let me know of the hell they were going through. It is through their bravery I’m still surviving.  And believe me, it takes courage to write a blog.  The government doesn’t like it when targets write blogs.  They let out the secret of what’s being done to citizens.   If I can help one target not end up in some institution, I’m doing my job.  And I thank all those bloggers who came before me, because of them I’m a functioning woman.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011- What do I miss?

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What I miss most is the U.S.A. I used to know.  The U.S. I know today is the not one I grew up with.

The Old U.S.A. was a country that left me alone.  It did not have gang stalkers follow me around everywhere I go.  It did not spray me with pesticide at night or during the day.  It did not turn my family and friends against me.  I was free to come and go as I please.  It did not torture me 24/7.  I could go to a movie and not be harassed.  It did not hack my computer and act as a dictator.  It did not take my love life away from me.  Right now, I could have a man in my life, but this U.S.A. has made it impossible for me to love someone.  It’s made it possible for me to live the rest of my life alone.  I did not have to worry about being pushed so far that I’d might end up in jail.  It taunts and treats me like dirt, with no dignity.  It is in every part of my life. It did not have a Patriot Act. A new  bill which makes it possible for citizens to be mistreated without trial.  It’s made me a prisoner.  I have no freedom.  I might as well be in prison. Or dead!

I miss the U.S.A. I used to know.

Countdown:  61 blogs to write.

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