Gang Stalking – Maybe it’s all a dream.

Hell (Photo credit: KomodorO // Paco LopeH)

Dream! (Photo credit: Melody Campbell)

It’s about the fourth day of quiet.  It’s been really quiet where I live. It’s so quiet it feels creepy.  I can almost hear myself think.  But they haven’t stopped hitting me with electricity.  That’s continued non-stop. And they broke into my apartment when I went out.

It’s really strange not to hear slamming doors, beeping horns, no one standing outside and looking up into my apartment, no cars passing by revving their engines, no dogs walking by barking, no one making a lot of noise, no one coming to my door knocking on it and running away, no garbage thrown outside my door, no marks on my door. I feel as if I’m living in another dimension. (You see how they change my writing? I didn’t do that, and I’m leaving it that way as proof of harassment.)  When they’re annoying me, I know what to do, but with all this quiet, I don’t know what to do.  I get a very uncomfortable feeling. It’s more stressful than when it’s noisy.

In four years of gang stalking (oh, now it’s back to its normal  look), I haven’t gotten a quiet period.  It’s always been noisy. Even today when I went out, I didn’t see too many perps.   I don’t know what’s going on.  I know my harassment hasn’t stopped, and I don’t think it will stop, but it creeps me out  not to hear anything.  The only reason it can be this quiet is because of the weather. It’s hot as hell out there.  I guess the perps can’t handle the hot weather.  Poor babies.  I hope the weather gets hotter, maybe 120.  That should keep them all quiet for a while longer.

Or maybe I’m still asleep and it’s all a dream.

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Gang Stalking – Not “with it” today.

Lobes of the brain, color-coded. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It seems I’m hacked from everywhere.  I’ve looked all the IP  addresses I had doubts about, and no surprise.  I have hackers from Turkey, France, California, Arizona, and a few other places.  I don’t really know if I’m hacked from these places, or if  it’s just an around about way to divert me from finding out where my hackers really are.

It is so sickening to spend most of my day trying to get on my computer.  Today, I got on my computer about 12 p.m., but here I am at 8:07 p.m. finally able to get on.

I can’t even remember what I was going to write about.  My brain is full of so much garbage from the hacking, I can’t even concentrate.  My brain is on overload.  It’s just like my computer, it can’t take anymore of the b.s. either.

I got on the computer to write, but I can’t for the life of me remember what about.

So I’m getting off.  Maybe tomorrow my brain  will be a little clearer.

Enjoy the rest of your Sunday, and hopefully, tomorrow, I’ll be able to write again.

Have a good night all.

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Gang stalking – It’s hard keeping my mouth shut.

English: Official Presidential Portrait of United States President Bill Clinton commissioned by the United States government for display in the White House. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Official photographic portrait of US President Barack Obama (born 4 August 1961; assumed office 20 January 2009) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I really hate going  to  the doctor.  I have slightly elevated blood pressure  and the doctor is always giving  me appointments to go visit him.  I’m sure if I didn’t have insurance, I’d probably never see him.  What I don’t like about going to  doctor, is the looks I always get from his workers.  Every time I go into the office,  they all come out to look at me.  It seems there’s a new group of workers every time I visit the office.  When they find out I’m in the office, they come out, begin talking loudly and watch me out of the corner of their eye.  And, there’s always the loud laughter.  I don’t know  if they’re making jokes about me, or they’re just laughing to annoy me. I’m sure it’s both.  I just keep my head down and think really nasty thoughts about all of them.   If they only knew the names I call them, they wouldn’t laugh.  Sometimes, I have to keep myself from laughing out loud.  They’re not the only that can make fun of someone, I can, too.

On my way home, I go into the store I hate.  The cashiers are the same way as the workers in the doctor’s office.  As soon as I enter, loud music,  loud people, and security guard follows me around.  And wherever I go in  the store, I have a lot of company.  If I stop at the meat section and check the meat over, someone will pop up right next to me and just, of course, have to stand really close to me.  They do it to annoy me so I’ll leave.  But I don’t leave.   I’ll stand in the same spot to annoy the hell out of them.  Eventually they get tired of waiting for me to leave, and take off.

I get home, more perps waiting for me.   They start beeping their car horns, begin talking and laughing loudly.  They stand right in my way when I’m going up the stairs, and more laughing.  As I walk to my apartment, everyone has his garbage out in front of his door.  Every single one of them.  Can you imagine if  where you live, everyone put his garbage in front of his apartment door?  It looks really nasty.  Some of the garbage containers don’t even have covers on them.  All that garbage attracts pigeons, vermin.  I’m thinking of putting my garbage out in front of my door, too.  I get to my door and someone has dug  garbage from some I threw out and has put it in the door slit.  Oh, what a nice present!  I’m just so excited. Don’t any of these people work?   I guess not, their  job is watching me.

I rush into my apartment and quickly close my door.  I know I’m on the edge of  opening my mouth and saying something to the perps.  I don’t want to make them happy  by giving them something to talk about.  Thank God!  I made it into my apartment without opening my mouth. Success!

By the way,  Bill Clinton is visiting Las Vegas tomorrow.  I have tickets to see him.  I wish I had a camera that worked so I could take pictures.  Maybe I’ll buy one of those “cheapie” ones that I can use only once.  There aren’t too many times that one gets a chance to see an ex-president.  Las Vegas is a swing state and everyone’s been here visiting us.  Last week is was President Obama.

Well, until tomorrow.

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Gang Stalking – Becoming one of them…

I guess I’ll never be surprised at how people act. There’s a woman who lives in my  complex and she’s told me several times she’s being gang stalked.   The few times  I have gotten her to speak to me she was very standoffish.    She never speaks to anyone, or she never used to. She told me that she’s been gang stalked for over ten years.

So I was astounded when I saw her mimicking me a few months ago. I knew she had gone over to the other side. One day when I was throwing out my garbage, I saw her door open and confronted her on going over to the devil’s side. She slammed the door on me. I have watched her transformation from targeted individual to gang stalker. The changes are amazing. She leaves her door open, her blinds are not  kept closed. She openly goes out during the day, something which she  never did before. She always waited for nighttime to do her shopping, or run errands.  She now laughs a lot.   She used to have a sour expression, now it’s a relaxed expression. 

I was headed into the store today  and  saw her coming out. She was hanging out with the woman above me who gang stalks me all day. The two of them were buddy-buddy.  It makes me angry that someone who has gone through hell would join their group.   That’s the way it always works.  The government stops harassing someone, but in return,  that person has to  agree to become a gang stalker.  She might think she’s free of being a target,   but  who knows what things will happen?  Maybe she’ll do something the government doesn’t like and she’ll become a target again.   If she does become a target again, no sympathy from me.  She deserves whatever she gets.

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