Gang Stalking – Don’t end up in the hospital!

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Last night, I had to get a dish from my one of my kitchen cabinets.   The cabinet is very high and the dish is on the top shelf.  So I got a chair and climbed onto the counter to get it.  I got the dish and then put my foot on the seat of the chair.  My foot went through the seat.  Right away I knew  the perps did something to my chair.

I got off the chair and turned it around to see what was  wrong.  The perps  had removed all the screws from the chair.  So the seat was not attached to the frame.  If I hadn’t  been holding on to the cabinet door, I would have fallen down  and hurt myself.  I probably would have broken my foot,  or something worse might have happened.  I consider myself lucky to be walking around in one piece.

These people are beyond evil.  They are evil incarnate.  How can someone do something so mean?

That’s why I continually tell you to always check things out when you return home.  The chair was not broken when I went out earlier in the day.  And I didn’t check the chair because it looked all right.  I didn’t listen to my advice.  It’s gets tiring to always check things out, but what almost happened to me, could happen to you.  And you might not be so lucky.

After you return home, be sure that the perps haven’t done something to your furniture. I have very few pieces of furniture, because I don’t  want to be worrying  about what they’re going to do to it.

So learn from my experience and always take a good look around your house/apartment when you return home.  You don’t want to end up in the hospital.

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Gang Stalking – Happy Father’s Day to all fathers.

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I can’t believe it’s already Father’s Day.   How time flies when we’re having fun (not)!

My father died a long time ago.  I have few memories left of  him.  He died very young. I always considered my father a very good-looking man.  It  is only now that I realize how very handsome he was.

I do have one very vivid memory, though.  My mother got sick and was put in the hospital.  One day my father was going to visit my mother and I asked him if I could go with him to see  her.  He said “sure.”   We took the subway to the hospital, and arrived at  the hospital within 20 minutes.  When we got to the desk, my father told the receptionist that we were there to visit my mother.  But the receptionist told my father I could not see my mother because I was too young.  I was 9 and I had to be 16 to visit her.  So I had to wait outside while my father visited with my mother.  I went outside and waited for my father.  While standing, I heard someone call my name.  I looked up and there were my  mother and father waving to me and throwing me kisses.  I told my mother I loved her and missed her.

When my father’s visiting hour was up, my father and I began our walk toward the subway again.  We passed a store that was advertising a sale on coats.  My father said to me, “Do you want a new coat?”  The coat I was wearing was a little worn out, but it was still wearable.  I said, “Yes, I do.”  So we walked into the store.  The sales people were very helpful and I liked them.  They were very patient with me. I modeled coat after coat for my father.  At one point,  I said to him, “Dad, which coat do you like?”  He replied, “It doesn’t matter what coat you buy, you look beautiful in all of them.”  Beautiful!  Me beautiful!  My father thought I was beautiful!  I always thought I was attractive by the way people treated me, but beautiful!  No one had ever called me beautiful before.  My father thought I was beautiful! Wow!  From that day on, it didn’t matter the names someone called me.  My father thought I was beautiful!

I finally decided to stick with a blue coat that had a mohair look to it, and walked out the store wearing it and feeling really beautiful.  I held my father’s hand as we continued on our way to the subway.  I kept looking up at my father, and I so loved my father at that moment.

As I write this, my heart aches so much.  I would love to see my father again. I miss him.

Dad, miss you and Happy Father’s Day.  Love you.

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers.

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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 – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Change the end of any famous story, true or fiction.

Perhaps Darth Vader isn’t Luke’s father.  Or maybe Nixon was never elected President.  Pick any story, true or fiction, from the real world or a book or movie, and change the last few  pages or moments of the story. (I really like this topic. It’s something I’ve thought of many times…if things had been different.)

I always thought that if I wanted to change any story, it would be of John F. Kennedy’s shooting.

President Kennedy and his wife, Jacqueline, are traveling in a motorcade in Dallas, Texas.  The motorcade is going through the downtown area of Dallas.  Jacqueline Kennedy, who is nine months pregnant, begins to feel labor pains.  She tells her husband she cannot go on.  She’s having labor pains. She tells him  she has to be taken to the  hospital right away.  The baby will be coming any minute.  JFK tells  the FBI to call an ambulance.  The ambulance arrives and both JFK and Jacqueline get into the ambulance.  JFK and Jacqueline arrive at the hospital within five minutes of departure.  Nurses, doctors come from everywhere to help the First Lady get to the delivery room.  JFK remains outside nervously waiting for his new-born son.  Within fifteen minutes of her arrival, Jacqueline gives birth to a healthy baby boy.  JFK is overwhelmed with the arrival of his new son and tells the FBI that the visit for the day in Dallas  is over.  The motorcade with the President and Jacqueline will happen another time.  A few days later, JFK and Jacqueline present the newborn to the nation.  JFK stays  alive.  He finishes his four years in office and is re-elected for another  term in office.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Describe a debt I have yet to repay

I find discussing a debt I owe someone embarrassing, but I do owe someone  money.   This person was nice enough to loan me some money when I was in dire need of some cash.

My doctor after taking some x-rays recommended I have an operation (not saying what it was for).  I had the operation and spent  4 days in the hospital.  After having the operation, the doctor gave me orders to spend six weeks recuperating.  Six weeks of rest and the operation put me into debt.  I couldn’t work and the debts piled up.  A friend of mine offered to help me out.  I took her up on her offer and borrowed the money.  She said to take my time paying back the debt, but she expected it back.  I paid her back some money, but I  haven’t  been able to pay back the full amount.  Some emergency always seems to pop up and I’m unable to pay.

I haven’t been in touch with her for a while; too embarrassed to tell her I still don’t have the money.  This blog is my coward’s way of letting her know I haven’t forgotten the debt and  have every intention of eventually paying back the full debt.  The debt will be  paid back and that’s a promise.

Now I’m really embarrassed letting everyone know I owe someone money!!

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