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Gang Stalking – No longer living in a world of imaginary creatures.

 

Punishment

Punishment (Photo credit: Toban B.)

 

 

Water Horse

Water Horse (Photo credit: Steve Snodgrass)

 

Real World

 

English: Logo for New Fantasyland -- the expan...

English: Logo for New Fantasyland — the expansion of Fantasyland at Walt Disney World’s Magic Kingdom. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I’ve tried for about three hours to get onto my computer.  The hackers removed the internet access, cookies, everything. I kept signing on and nothing would take.  Over and over I had to sign in, sign out, try restore(which doesn’t work), and over and over I tried.

 

After almost three hours, I signed on.  This usually happens to me, but not to such an extend.  Sometimes, I just feel like saying “f–k it” and give up my blog.  But this blog keeps me sane, and keeps me in touch with other targets.  We can all get sympathy and advice from each other, because we’re definitely not going to get it from anyone else.  All we get from the public is harassment and humiliation.  We need each other.  I need you more than I think you need me.  Some of you are luckier than I am.  You still have some family. I don’t.

 

Sometimes I think  confronting my family was a mistake, but I can’t live  with lies.  I’ve always been honest to a fault, always been very upfront about everything.  And knowing my family was trying to destroy me is not something I can live with.  I wish I was that way sometimes.  I make my life  difficult by not living in a land of imaginary creatures. I’ve always lived in the real world, or anyway, the world I thought was real.

 

The world I thought was real, turned out not to be.  The government I thought stood for honesty, turned out not to be.  Family turned into people I didn’t recognize.  I thought police were also honest, but no, no there’s no  such thing as honest police officers.  They’re all corrupt.

 

Everything I thought was real, is not real.  I’ve been stripped naked of every belief I’ve ever had.  I’ve tried to find out what it is I really believe, what is really real, not some imagined fantasy I have.

 

I’m sure all you targets can understand what I’m writing about, because all of you were stripped naked of all your beliefs, too.  I’m sure, as I am, trying to find a new way of living, a new way of surviving,  because that’s all we’re trying to do is survive.  We’re not allowed to live normal lives.  Every day we live is a new challenge.  What new awful thing will come our way today?   How  will we handle it?  Can we handle it?  Will this be the day we fall apart?

 

But every day, every year we survive makes us just a little stronger. What once we thought we couldn’t handle, we do. And we gain courage from every bad thing that happens to us.  We can look back and think about what we’ve survived so far, and this encourages us to go on another day, another year.

 

We targets are stronger than we think.  Think back to all the horrible things we’ve survived, and give yourself credit for being strong.

 

We targets are strong and we are going to stick around to make sure the people who torture us get their punishment. Yesiree, targets, we’re sticking around to make sure they all go to jail and get their “just desserts”.

 

I look forward to the day when we targets can get together to celebrate our unshackling.  And it will happen.  Let the torturers live in their Fantasyland that they will never be discovered.

 

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – The possibility of being thrown out of my apartment.

This morning as I was walking toward my apartment, I saw the woman from upstairs. I’m wearing a shirt that says “Targeted by U.S. Government”,  and I’ve written some other things on the shirt.

I showed her my shirt. She got very angry and said that she told me not to talk to here,  and proceeded to tell me that she would beat me up if I continued to talk. I told her that if she touched me, I was going to call police. She said she didn’t care, and she would beat me up if I continued to talk.

I said to  her,   “Just try to hit me  and  you’ll end up in jail. ” She got in my face and told me that she’s never been in jail. I didn’t mention anything about her being in jail, so I don’t know where that came from. I’ve said to her on previous occasions that I think she’s been in jail, but this time, I didn’t mention anything about being in jail.  She came up close into my face again and told me she was going to beat me up.  Again, I mentioned I’d call the police.  She walked away, and I continued to my apartment.

I was in my apartment about ten minutes, when someone knocked on my door. I did not bother to answer the door.  The person kept  knocking.  So I finally said, “Who is it?”   It was the apartment manager.  I shouted that I was not going to open the door to her anymore.  She continued knocking and told me to open the door.  Finally,  I opened the door.  There was a man with her; I guess that he was there to defend her if I got violent.

The manager had a very angry look on her face.  She was looking straight at me and said, “If you call anyone else a name, I’m throwing you out.”   I replied, “‘Who did I call a name?”  She answered, “Cheryl-lynn.”  Or I think that’s what she said.  And the manager continued, “She said you just called her a bitch.”  So I was able to figure out, Cheryl-lynn was the woman from upstairs.  I said, “I did not call her a bitch.  I showed her my shirt.  And she’s a damn drunk.”   She replied, “No, she’s not, and if I hear of you calling someone else a name, I’m throwing you out.”   I replied, “I did not call her a bitch.”  She walked away.  I shouted to the manager, “If you’re going to throw me out, leave a note on my door, because I will not open the door to you anymore.  I’m sick of you.”   I closed the open.

What gets me is, she never once asked me if I  called the woman a bitch.  She listened to one side of the story, and didn’t in any way try to find out what happened.  She does this to me all the time.   I’m always guilty of whatever someone accuses me of doing.  She never asks  me if  it’s true.  She can throw me out.  This happens to TIs all the time.  Anybody can lie outright about us and no one will listen.  If she does throw me out,  there goes the paycheck for the woman upstairs and for her.  Almost every TI  story I’ve heard, it includes a part about being thrown out of their apartment.  I guess it’s my turn.  They can spray me with pesticide, follow me everywhere I go, hit me  with weapons, take my money, credit cards, rip my clothes, destroy anything in my apartment, etc., but they’re all angels.   I’m the bad one.

I’ve always believed that what you do to  someone will come back to you; so I’m  not going to get myself upset.  Time will punish them all.   Their day is coming.  I will be found not guilty of all the things I’ve been accused of doing.  And by the way, where is my jury trial?  The 6th Amendment to the constitution says ” no one shall be punished without a trial”.  I haven’t had a trial, but I’ve been found guilty and punished.

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