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

A Marine of the United States Marine Corps runs through a creek. Original caption: “Lance Cpl. Anthony M. Madonia emerges from the water during the swimming portion of the triathlon. Marines and Sailors of Marine Security Company and the Naval Support Facility in Thurmont, Md., participated in the Catoctin Mountain Triathlon, July 20.” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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.

 

Contact info: http://neverendng1.WordPress.com

 

Gang Stalking – Go out and live life!

door 212 (Photo credit: Aunt Owwee)

English: Twigs, 55294 Bodenheim, Germany (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Where I live, I can see signs of other people who are victims of gang stalking.  I make it my job to see what’s really going on around me. I don’t want to fool myself  into thinking that this is not happening to anyone else.  I know it is.

I live in apartment 208, and I know that the person in 210 is also a victim of gang stalking.  There are signs all over his front door.  Someone has placed twigs right in front of it.  No one else has twigs in front of their door, not even me.  I see twigs in front of my door and remove them.  The twigs in front of the man’s door are very neatly arranged, so  it’s not done by the wind.  I’ m tempted to knock on the man’s door and tell him  what’s happening to him, but I don’t.  I know that if I knock on his door, it’s just someone who they’ll turn into a harasser.  I don’t need another perp in my life.

There’s also a person who lives in apartment 110 who is a victim.  I see signs everywhere.  Lots of papers in front of his door, tree limbs, lots of cracks in the cement, very dirty looking, uneven blinds.  I’ve never seen the person who lives in 110.  He has a sign in  front of  his/her  door that tells the delivery man to leave all packages in the manager’s office. But I also won’t knock on the person’s door and tell him what’s happening to him.

On my floor, there’s me and another target.  On the first floor, another two targets. And diagonally across from me on the second floor, someone recently moved on who was also a gang stalking victim.  There are now wires hanging from the ceiling.

So just in the immediate area where I live, there are 8 targets.  There might be more.  I don’t really know.  This is a large complex.

There are between 10 – 12 buildings (I have to count them some day).   If I multiply the number of targets times buildings, I get the  total of at least 80 – 100 targets.  Can you imagine, just in this complex, that many targets?   And if you think about it, there must be about  100 targets in all the complexes surrounding me.  So I figure there must be at least between 500 – 1000 targets in the immediate vicinity.  That’s a lot of targets.  A lot of people going through hell. I have a lot of company.  If I could harness all this target power, we could give the perps a run for their money.

But most  targets hide.  I’d wish they come out and live life.  They shouldn’t let the perps stop them from doing what they want.  They’re letting the perps rule their lives.  And that’s exactly what they want targets to do.  They want  targets to be isolated from other people.  To become totally paranoid.

If you’re a target and reading this, don’t isolate yourself.  Go out and live life as best you can.  Don’t let those losers ruin your life anymore.  Get out more.  Go for a walk, take a book out of the library, sit in the park and enjoy the good weather, do something! Don’t let them isolate you anymore.  Take a chance on life.  You only have one life and you shouldn’t  spend it hiding away.

If you’ve hidden, I know it’s going to be hard for you to go out.  Take baby steps.  Every day, go for a short walk, and then make it longer each day.  And pretty soon, you won’t even think twice about going out.

Now, go live life!

Contact info: http://neverending1.WordPress.com

Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011- Justice Department can deny Freedom of Information Act records to public.

I read an article today that stated  someone will no longer be able to automatically get a FOIA (Freedom of information Act) record.  It will now be  up to the agency someone contacts to decide whether it wants to give you the information.  It will become legal for an agency to lie about having a file on the  information you want. The agency can now hide the fact the record exist. It  can outright lie to you.  The Department of Justice is responsible for this terrible thing happening.  If someone in one of the Department of Justice agencies feels that documents are too delicate to be released, they can respond as “the excluded records do not exist.”  What does this say about American justice?  People can still sue to get document, but how are they going to prove that the document exists?

I recently wrote that to me Obama is the worse president on civil rights abuses.  This is another abuse he’s allowing.  What happened to the transparency in government he said would happen when he got into office?  He seems to have forgotten the  promises he made to the American public.  I can’t believe I voted for him.  If I wanted another Bush in office, I would have voted for McCain.

By the way, the American Civil Liberties is on the case.  It said the government is using power that it doesn’t have the right to use.

Countdown:  130 blogs to write.

Contact Info: http: http://neverending1.WordPress.com