Gang Stalking – Targets, leave behind the history of your life.

English: First page of an eight-page diary kept by John Winthrop the Younger of a trip from Boston to Saybrook, Connecticut, and his return, November-December 1645, written in both English and Latin. The Winthrop Family Papers, General Collection, Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library, Yale University, New Haven, Connecticut. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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One of the smartest things I did as soon as I became a target was to start this blog.  It’s the one thing that’s kept me sane. When I have a really bad day, I write about it and get it out of my system.  I used to keep a written diary, but that came to an end when I discovered my sister found my diary and ripped out most of the  pages from it.  Let me tell you, it devastated me!  All those things that I’d written  to keep track of all the bad things going on in my life were gone.  I couldn’t believe a sister of mine would do something like that to me. And the few pages of the diary she left me, she’d written nasty remarks on.  That day I cried, because I knew she would no longer be a part of my life.  She’d done a lot of nasty things to me and I’d forgiven her, but destroying my diary was the last straw.  Soon after, I packed up my things and left her house.  I haven’t been in touch with her since that day.

I think of my sister every once in a while, and I still feel  anger toward her.  I don’t know if I can ever forgive her.  How can someone be so mean?  But my sister has always had a mean streak.  I remember her trying to beat me into submission, but I never gave in to her.  My mouth would always win any argument we had.

Well, anyway, I’m glad I write this blog.  I’ve been able to keep a diary of everything that’s happened to me  and I don’t have to fear someone getting hold of it and ripping it up.  And writing this blog has also enabled me to  be in touch with some very nice people.    I’ve met one target since I began  writing this blog, and he turned out not to be a very nice person.  After meeting him, I realized I had to be very careful about meeting other targets. So now, I just don’t have too much contact with other targets.

With the constant harassment happening to us targets, it’s a good idea to keep a diary of what happens on a day-to-day basis.  A lot of times, I reread blogs I’d written and realize I’d forgotten a lot of the details.  It is only after rereading the blogs that bring back the memory of what happened on a certain day or hour.

If something happens to me, I want to leave behind the  story of  what happened to me.  I want  people to see the world the way I saw it.  I want people to know that government can never be trusted.  That too much government interference in our lives is not a good thing.  The less government in our lives, the better.

I want to recommend to all targets that you write about everything that happens to you, so that people in the future can read about your experiences.  If you don’t, you will forget a lot of things that are happening to you now.  You think you won’t forget the hell you’ve been through, but believe me, you will.  Write a blog, get a tape recorder and record the things happening to you, take as many pictures as you can.  Leave behind a history of your life. Make sure people know about you. Let people know that government can become totalitarian at any  time, and that you’re leaving them a warning.

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Gang Stalking – Need a long, long vacation.

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Another day in Perplandia.

Well, the perps destroyed more of my things.  Not mine, exactly.  The things broken belong to the complex.  After returning home, I opened my cabinet draw, and when I tried to close it, it wouldn’t close.  The drawer won’t stay up.  It goes down. The part of the drawer that  keeps it up someone broke.  And my refrigerator has not been working properly in the last two days, so I checked it out to see if anything is wrong with it.  I was removing the food from the freezer and noticed the part of the freezer that holds the fan was loose, so all the air was getting out.  They unattached the part that keeps the fan running and keeps the food frozen.  None of the food is frozen.  I threw the food out because I don’t want to get sick.

The savages have absolutely nothing better to do.  All the savages know is to destroy, destroy, destroy. They are act like two-year-olds.  They can do whatever they want to me, or to the place I live, but don’t  I dare complain to anyone, or say anything to them about what they’re doing to me. They will immediately turn around and begin to complain to the other savages.  They’ll have fits, act hurt (oh, my heart breaks), and immediately go to the office and complain about what I’m doing to them.  Of course, they’re angels.  I’m the bad one.  They have to be protected from violent me.

And now that their savage children are out of school, it’s even worse.  I live on the second floor, and their little darlings are riding their bikes here on the second floor.  The other day, I almost got hit by one of the bike riders.  I have to be careful every time I step out of my apartment. It’s either some kid throwing rocks, or riding around on his bike.

I really, truly cannot stand these people. I moved to this place in August of 2012.  I haven’t even been here a year yet, but the people who live in my complex are the lowest of the low.  I don’t think people get any lower than the people who live here.  If I move, things will not improve.  It’ll be the same thing all over again.  I just don’t know what to do anymore.  There are few options left to me.  Stay here and put up with low lifes, or move.  And that’s not much of a choice.

I wish I had an answer. What to do?  What to do?

Oh, what a hell of a life we targets live.  I need a long, long vacation away from people, and to sleep for a month.

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Gang Stalking – Life will get even.

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Ah, another great day in Perplandia.

I went for a very long walk today and walked with no clear direction in sight.   I’ve gone through a terrible time lately and a lot of anger is building up inside of me.  So  I thought a long walk would take care of the anger and get me back to a half-way normal state, there’s really no normal when someone is a target.  My walk was more than three hours long and it felt good to just walk.

After my walk, I decided to head home.  When I arrived home I felt so good, I ran up the stairs.

I didn’t pay attention to anything going on around me.  As I walked toward my apartment, I noticed that the people from apartment 108 were out and had a camera pointed at me.  So I went into my modeling bit.  I twirled and turned.  They wanted to take photos of me, so I bent down and told them to take  pictures of my ass.  I thought it was funny.

Well, the wife, who was standing next to her husband, didn’t think it was very funny.  As I was opening my door, she flew up the stairs to my apartment. And I mean flew. One minute she wasn’t there and the next she was.  She came  up to my face and told me never to take pictures of  her husband or sons.  I didn’t say anything.  Here she is taking pictures of me and telling me not to take pictures of any of them.  And she told me not to ever put my ass in front of her husband. She threatened to beat me up if I ever did that again.  I responded by telling her that she’d threatened me and that it’s against the law to threaten someone.  She got in my face again and told me she didn’t care.  She took her hand and it looked as if she was about to punch me.  I told her that if she put one finger on me, I’d call the police and have her arrested.  Her husband ran up the stairs, grapped her, and forced her to go downstairs.  As she went down the stairs, she called me nasty names and told me I should start taking medication.  I responded in kind.  I told her she should be taking pills since she obviously needs them to calm her down.  When I said this, she ran up the stairs again and was about to hit me when he husband stopped her.

When she got downstairs, she again began calling me names.  Her husband never says anything, but he’s an instigator.  He quietly tells her things about me to rile her up. He likes seeing her acting crazy and defending him.  I guess it turns him on having a woman fight for her man.  What a creep!  And she doesn’t realize what the man is doing to her.

I’d had enough and told them to go talk to themselves because  I was wasting my time talking to them.

I went into my apartment and they began playing loud music.

The people downstairs never leave me alone. When it’s not the adults, it’s the two kids throwing rocks at my apartment door. But I’m not going to worry about what they do to me, because one day I have a feeling those little children are going to turn into real terrors.  And they have to deal with them. Life has a way of getting even, and it will with the people downstairs.

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Gang Stalking – Who knows what gift tomorrow will bring?

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“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”  Franklin D. Roosevelt.

The other day, Wednesday, the hackers tried to make my computer crash.  I was able, with luck, to   stop it.  They’re doing a job on my computer, adding more viruses, changing my windows updates, changing my browser, deleting my blog, etc. I’m not able to get into some programs.  Every time I try to re-blog something, it doesn’t always work. I can’t upload anything, and not able to download YouTube.

Basically, all I can do is type my blog and try to send it out into the world. This doesn’t always work.  I spend a lot of time re-sending my blog and making corrections to whatever changes the hackers make to my blog.

But I stick in there and don’t let them stop me. I go with the flow.

Since the hackers can’t  turn off the computer, they’ve imported a camera into it.  Any time I enter a site, I can see the camera moving around in my computer.  The hackers shoot every site I visit.  I removed it once, they’ve reinstalled it. Now, where it is I don’t know, and I don’t care.

They also keep turning off my internet service.  Somehow, I’ve managed to keep my internet service on. At one time, I would not have  been able to do this, but now I can.

Every day, I spend more time evading and trying to repair my computer than I do anything else.

But there’s a good outcome to this.  I’ve learned a lot about how to fix my computer.  I’ve learned more about my computer than if I’d taken a computer class.  We all learn by experience, and by experiencing hacking, I’ve learned things I would not learn in a computer class.   Sometimes life throws us curves, and we have to deal with it.

So don’t give up on your computer. Don’t let the hackers scare you or push you around. Stand your ground, and you can win.

There’s good and bad to everything in life; the yin and yang of life.

I’m also learning patience.  As a former New Yorker, it’s not a virtue I have.

But from experience we learn and grow.  And I’ve grown a bit from the lessons I’ve learned in trying to evade the hackers. Who would have thought I could learn something from the hackers?

Life is strange with its twist and turns. Who knows what gifts tomorrow will bring?

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Gang Stalking – Ain’t life just peachy?

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The perps are back to messing around with my pipes.  I washed my dishes, dried them, and put them away.  As I walked away from the kitchen, I felt water at my feet.  I looked down and there was water everywhere.  Puddles of water leading from the kitchen to the dining area.

I took a look under my sink.  Well, well.  Again, the pipe is a mess.  The perps  disconnected the drain from the pipe.  So the water was not going through the pipe, but it was falling on the sink cabinet bottom.  The cabinet bottom was all wet, everything  underneath destroyed.  My laundry detergent box got wet and the detergent fell out and was on everything.

Most of  the day, I’ve spent mopping the floor.  I keep forgetting that the sink is nothing but a big hole and keep putting the water on.

I went to the office to tell them that the sink is a big hole and the lady in the office told me that she would send someone over to fix the pipe.

It is now 7:49 p.m., everyone’s gone home, but no maintenance man ever showed up.  I knew he wouldn’t.  Anyone else would have gotten his sink fixed right away, but not me.

Tomorrow the office’s closed for the weekend.  I’ll probably have to spend my weekend without a sink.  I’ve washed my dishes in the bathroom sink.

Isn’t life just peachy for us targets?  Always something…

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Gang Stalking – Aaron Swartz – finally, peace.

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English: Slogan for the support of the persecuted American ex-soldier who is claimed to have leaked secret documents to WikiLeaks Deutsch: Slogan für die Unterstützung und Freilassung von Bradley Manning, der beschuldigt wird, geheime Dokumente an WikiLeaks weitergegeben zu haben (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Twenty-six years old and hanged himself.   In the prime of his life and death was more inviting than life.

How very sad.

Another  a victim of  government harassment.

His name is Aaron Swartz,  and when it came to the internet, he was an expert.   Aaron believed in the freedom of the internet.  He didn’t like the idea of government censoring  anyone.    At the  age of 14, he and another friend co-authored  RSS specification, and was co-owner of the Reddit website.

The government accused him of  downloading millions of papers from the academic site JSTOR.  He was to go on trial next month.

Aaron was feeling depressed because the constant harassment of the government, and the thought that the government might put him in prison for 35 years.

I don’t know  if he was experiencing the same type of  harassment we targets are, but he complained to friends about not being left alone.

What kind of government do we have that  drives people to kill themselves?

What waste of  a young, intelligent  man.  Think of all the information we’ve lost because of his death. Who knows what more we could have learned  because of his ability?  Now, we’ll never know.

I can certainly understand why he killed himself.  Being a victim of government harassment myself, I know the hell  we targets are put through.  It’s neverending and vicious.  So very, very vicious.  It is the same thing that’s happening to Bradley Manning.  I guess Bradley got lucky because he had people out in the streets protesting in his behalf.  Aaron Swartz didn’t.

When is the government harassment of innocent people going to stop?  When will the American people wake up to what the government is doing to its citizen?

Aaron Swartz didn’t kill anyone, threaten anyone, or commit espionage against the U.S. government.  All he did was try to get information out to the American public.  And for this, the government hounded him.  Hounded him to kill himself.

I hope they’re happy with what they did to a young man in the prime of his life.

Another black eye for  the United States government.  Be ashamed of  yourselves.  You drove Aaron Swartz  to kill himself.

Aaron Swartz, finally, you’re at peace.

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Gang Stalking – Back at the library with the perps.

Well, I’m back at the library again. My computer is absolutely full of viruses.  There isn’t a virus on anything in my computer.  If computer viruses were money, I’d be rich.

So since I now have to type my blog from a library computer, I probably won’t be able to answer your comments immediately.  I’ll try to get to your comments as soon as I’m able to and respond.

And, of course, as always, it is as much  fun as ever being in the library.  The library is full of perps.  I don’t think there is anyone here who isn’t a perp.

But before I get off the computer,  I want you to read my blog dated November 1, 2012. I typed it on the 13th of November, but the hackers re-dated it and moved it to November 1 (Look at the phony I  in November. It looks like an “I.” The title is Corporate, Mom and Pop,  etc.)   So  I want to make  sure you read it since they don’t like it. There must be something I typed that they don’t want you to see.

I’ll try to get my computer fixed, but it’s going to be hard to find someone who will really  fix it . I’ll  probably have to resort to going back to that useless place Best Buy.

Another day in the life of a target. Don’t we just have a life full of fun?!!

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Gang Stalking – Is this life worth living?

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If I sounded a little paranoid last night, I have reason to be.  All the lights in my complex were turned off. All week-long, I’ve had trouble with my water. I’ve had rocks thrown at my door.  People knock at my door, and when I open the door, there’s no one there.  Wouldn’t you be paranoid?

Anyway, last night, as I wrote was, was dark.   I had lights in my apartment, but all the lights outside the apartment were dark.  In the dark anyone can do anything.  And I wouldn’t put anything beyond the perps.

I awoke today to dribs and drabs of cold water.  No hot water again.  And the cold water lasted only about 2 hours and then it went off.  No hot and cold water again.  The perps  keep playing their baby games.  They think everything they do is just so funny.

The hot and cold came on about an hour ago.  I wonder how long  it’ll last this time.

I’m truly getting sick and tired of all the b.s.  Why can’t these freaks just leave me alone?  If they want to be freaks, why don’t they join the circus?

Last night,  just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard someone turn the door knob.  I quickly got up from my bed and put a bunch of stuff near the door to keep someone from breaking in. I put my chair, books, bottles full of water, anything that would make noise if it fell.  I didn’t sleep all night.  I couldn’t relax.  I was too stressed.  My body wouldn’t let me sleep.

Something’s got to give. I can’t keep living this way.  It’s hell every single day.  If I had someone living with me, I’d have someone to fall back on, but being on my own, there’s no one I can turn to.  So far, I’ve managed to stay sane, but we all  have our breaking  point.  I really  don’t know how long I can put up with all the b.s.  It’s really getting to me.

How much punishment can a body take?   I’m just physically and emotionally tired.  I’m tired of getting my body zapped, never being left alone, followed everywhere.  Not a moment to just think and dream;  always being on guard?  This kind of tension is not good for any body.  I’ve managed to stay healthy in spite of everything done to me.  How long will it be before my body begins to rebel?

I keep asking myself: is this life worth living?  So far the answer has always been yes, but maybe I’ll reach a point where it’ll be no.  Because, really, I want some joy in my life. And there’s no joy in my life.

How can people be so evil?

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Gang Stalking – Go out and live life!

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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!

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Gang Stalking – Live your life without fear.

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I was listening to a woman on the radio who’s had cancer for 23 years.  For 23 years she’s been having chemotherapy treatments. The doctors try different chemotherapy  every year.  So far, she’s had no luck with any of the treatments.  She said that she’s learned to live with the cancer.  She said, “Really, what choice do I have?”  She has a very slow-moving type of cancer.  She stated that she has to go on with her life and live the best life she can.  She said she’s learned to live a life without fear.  She’s not afraid to try anything. The cancer has given her courage.

I’m writing about this woman because it’s the way I feel.  I’m not afraid to live without fear. Sometimes life throws some horrible things at us, but it also gives us something else in return.  It frees us from conventional norms. We begin to live our lives without concern with what others think of us. We take a lot more chances.  Chances we at one time would not have taken. Like me, for instance,  if the gang stalking was not happening to me, I doubt very much that I would have become a writer. Never in my wildest dreams. And I have no fear about what I write. I don’t censor myself. So the gang stalking has made me live life without fear.  What choice do I really have?

To those targets out there who live in fear, take chances.  Do something you’ve always wanted to do. Don’t let the gang stalkers ruin your life.  Go back to school, take a trip, start writing.  Do something!  Don’t let them beat you into the ground.  Take back your life.  Don’t let them victimize you; because if you do, they win.  We can’t let the sub-humans win. What  choice do you really have? Life? Victimization?

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