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Gang Stalking – Any family member who gang stalks another is lower than slime.

Every time I read an article on gang stalking that states that our family’s not involved in our gang stalking, I  think of  how  my family’s involved in my stalking. One of my sisters, even recruits people to harass me.  When I decided that I’d had enough of Las Vegas, I decided to go back to Florida and find an apartment. My sister seemed very helpful. She drove me around to different apartment complexes. They were all, of course, apartments full of gang stalkers. At the time, I did not know this.  But I did notice that everywhere we went, the managers of the complexes totally ignored me. All the attention was on her.  So I paid attention to what was going on. I noticed that everywhere we went, she was signing people up to stalk me.  All the people signed the form she had.  They didn’t even read the waiver she asked them to sign.  She mentioned money and after that they could not care less what they had to do. I always wonder when these people found out what they had to do,  did any them question what they were  going  to be doing to other people.  They were going  after fellow Americans who’d done nothing. Fellow American who  done nothing and  painted as criminals, terrorists, crazies, etc. Did any of them question what they were about to do? Did they say they didn’t want to get involved in such a thing? I bet not one of them thinks what they are doing is wrong.

How can anyone in his/her right mind think that what they’re doing is right?

They torture people, try to drive them insane, mess with the person’s mind, stalk them, hit them with chemicals, damage their property, etc. How can any sane human being think  this is the right thing to do to another human being?

I guess when it comes to money, for these people, it an okay thing to do for money. Hurting another person does not count. These people, in my opinion, are all very sick individuals.

And my sister, I no longer speak to her. Any sister who gets someone to sign a waiver so she can get money for doing it, is no sister of mine. How would she like it if I did it to her? She would think I’m the lowest of the low for doing something like this to a family member.  And that’s what I think of her, she’s lower than slime. And I told her so.

And anyone who tries to convince you family members are not  gang stalking you, is either a fool or a perp. Either way, they’re not on your side.

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Gang Stalking – Am I victim because of an affair?

For a long time I’ve suspected a certain someone of  starting this war against me. But I always made an excuse for this person.

Now, I know I’m right. There was also another person I suspected, because she also had things going against her, but now I know who the perpetrator is.

All the signs were there.  She once told me the person she married was a mafia guy. I dismissed her comment, because she always liked to make up stories.  And she also told me that this man was a community organizer. And on top of al this proof, he ran a business lending money to people, usually at a high percentage. I don’t know how I ignored all this proof all these years. And she was always rude to me and made cutting remarks, but I ignored them. How stupid was I?

The only reason I can think of her doing this to me is because her husband used to come visit me.  He and I never had anything going on. I was not at all attracted to the husband. Maybe she thought he and I were having an affair. I never in any way, form or shaped ever encouraged her husband. If someone rings your door, you ask who it is and if it’s someone you know, you let him/her in. That’s what I did.  I never, ever encouraged him in any way.  This was the woman’s first husband. He was having an affair, but not with me. Someone he worked with. Maybe he came to visit me to make it seem he was having an affair with me. This woman used to be close to me. I won’t say if she’s a friend or a sister, or any other kind of relation.  And if it’s the reason she began this war against me, why didn’t she go after the woman who really was having  an affair with her husband?

So I think she got her second husband, who is with the mafia, to make my life miserable to get even with me. I’m sure she told her second husband a lot of lies about me. I know she did. She lies a lot about everything.  Any story I ever told her, she made it into her.

I’m pretty sure, I’m 99-3/4 % right on this. But, of course, there’s that one-forth of doubt, because I can never be sure about something like this.

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Gang Stalking – Family hatred.

Phone keypad

Phone keypad (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I just want to write a little more about the phone, because targets get confuse about it.

When I lived with my sister, a few times she left her phone out.  I would go through her phone and try to find the number she was using to hit me.  One day, I found the code. The code is about 15 numbers long.  I tried  it on her phone, but it wouldn’t work for me. I remember she used to put in the code, hit the lower right hand button of her phone and the phone would turn red. I did the same thing, but it didn’t work for me. The phone did not turn red,  so I probably missed a step. I think the phone has to be set up so the code can take. Without set-up someone can’t get into the phone and use it. This is why you always see the criminals looking at their phones. They are busy trying to enter the code so they can hit   y. Can you imagine having a sister do this to you?  The thought of doing something like this to someone in my family is abhorrent to me. It would bother me to be so evil, but obviously, it didn’t bother my family to do this to me. I didn’t realize how much hate they had for me until the gang stalking began. I am not an adopted child, so that rule doesn’t apply to me as to why I’ve become a victim of gang stalking. I honestly think I pissed someone off, which I tend to do . I’ve never suffered fools gladly.  I am sure I pissed someone off, but whom, I have no idea.

So I hope you have a better understanding of how the phone connects to your gang stalking life. The phone is very important to the perps in harassing us, and so is the computer.

And as always, the idiots surround me at the library. I hope all the criminals end up in jail.

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Gang Stalking – The beginning of the 5th year as a victim of government harassment.

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English: Electricity pole near Mäntyluoto harbour. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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On July 11, 2009, I officially became a victim of gang stalking.

Before this date, I experienced people following me around, playing loud music where I lived, the complex manager often threatened to call police on me for no reason (if I said something she didn’t agree with, or if I complained about  condition of the complex, etc.).

But July 11 is the day the electricity began.

I’d began suffering sleep deprivation.  I was not able to sleep more than an hour a night. I couldn’t understand why.  In all my life, I never had a problem sleeping.  I’d hit my bed and within 5 minutes I’d be asleep.  I found it strange not being able to sleep. I changed my diet, exercised more, stop eating after 6 P.M. But nothing helped. My sleep pattern didn’t change.

I felt I needed a vacation, so I went to Oregon to visit my sister.  While I was in Oregon, I slept well, no one bothered me and the visit to my sister seemed a little odd.  When I think back on it, she was angry with me all the time, and never smiled. Not once.  I don’t know if she knew about my gang stalking. I never said anything to her about it.

On my return to Las Vegas,  July 9 and 10  were the last two days I would experience as a life free of gang stalking.

On July 11, I went to bed as usual, and began experiencing sharp hits to my back.  The hits got so bad, I slept on my couch instead of my bed.  The couch was all right for a while, but then the attacks began again.  And during the day, I experienced the sharp attacks to my back when I went out.  And now, there were more and more people following me everywhere I went.  And the noise level I’d experienced at home was now happening everywhere I went.

The bus drivers began being rude to me.  They would put on the bus lights as soon as I entered the bus.  And screeching their brakes became part of my life.  On the bus, I began getting the sharp hits to my back.  Everywhere I went I got hit.  It didn’t matter where I went.  Life became a living hell.

I knew my lease was up at the end of August and decided I would move.

If you read my blog, you know the rest of the story.

On July 11, 2013, I began my 5 year of gang stalking. Even though my gang stalking began before this date, I did not experience electricity that I now experience all the time. So I consider July 11 the anniversary of my gang stalking.

It has been hell for the past 4 years. There were times I almost gave up.  But since then, I’ve learned how to protect myself. And I began writing my blog, which lets me pour out to the world what is happening to me day after day.

I don’t know if this will ever end. It seems to get worse as the years go by.  I guess I can expect to experience gang stalking for the rest of my life.

Thanks, United States government!

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

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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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Sony Tape Recorder (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Blog Machine (Photo credit: digitalrob70)

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 – Taking a chance on family.

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Christmas cards with angels, scandinavian “nisser”, Father Christmas, snow men, hearts and gold. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Rust Craft, circa 1950 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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The world’s first commercially produced Christmas card, designed by John Callcott Horsley for Henry Cole (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today, I decided to send Christmas cards to members of my family who I know haven’t done anything to me.  I’ve had no contact with any of my family for three years.  I don’t  know  anything about what’s going on in their lives, but since every member of  my family I had contact with stalked me, I didn’t trust anyone in my family.  So I stayed away from all of them.  I was afraid to find out if the ones who hadn’t stalked me were in on it.  And I rather have my suspicion than to actually find out they   are gang stalkers, too.

None of my family knows whether I’m dead or alive.  I haven’t contacted them by phone, IM, mail, or visited them.  And I don’t know anything about how their life is going.  I don’t know if  they’re sick, alone, need help, doing well,  happy.  For all I know, something bad could have happened to one of them.

I finally decided to get in touch with them and really find out what the truth is about the rest of my family.  The last member of my family I had contact with was my oldest sister.  I spoke with her on the phone and I told her about my gang stalking.  She told me she believed me, but  my other sisters said exactly the same thing and then stalked me.  My sister told me to come back home to N.Y. and she would help me, but my instincts told me not to trust her.  So I followed my instincts.  My instincts are always right on.

My older sister has always watched out for me, and I’ve missed her in my life.  I was always the pesky younger sister. But I always thought very highly of my sister and admire her.  I feel I have to judge her on how she’s treated me my whole life, instead of  judging her for what the rest of the family did to me.

So I’ve thrown caution to the wind and decided to give everyone who I know hasn’t stalked me, a chance to show me what they’re all about.  I’ve contacted every one of my family members to find out the truth about them.  I want to know the truth.

If it turns out, they’re also gang stalkers, I’ve lost nothing.  If I find out, they’re on my side, then, at least, I’ll know and can have a  family again.

I know the gang stalking will still continue, but I’ll have part of the family on my side.   At least, I’ll have someone to talk with, someone to spend holidays with.

It’s been very lonely not having a family. It’s been very painful not to  have contact with any of my family. That’s what I’ve missed most.  The warmth of a family.

Maybe something good will happen  after I hear from them.  I can only hope.  Life is all about hope.  I have to take a chance on my family and  hope for the best.

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Gang Stalking – …the hell continues.

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When my gang stalking  began, I thought it was going to be for a short while.  That short while has lasted 4 years, and it doesn’t seem as if it’s ever  going to stop.

Four years ago, I thought it was harassment by a single person.  How wrong I was!  I had a problem with a neighbor of mine and I thought the two were somehow connected.

So I thought if I moved, my harassment would stop.  I moved to Arizona to live with my sister.  The first 19 days of the stay with my sister were great.  No one harassed  me, I slept well, and no one bothered me when I went out.  On the 20th day, the harassment began again.  I thought for sure it was obviously my earlier neighbors who were after me.  How naïve I was!  The harassment grew worse the longer I stayed with my sister.

After a while, I began to see that things with my sister were not on the up and up.  I noticed that she always wanted to know where I was going, not because she cared, but because she was spying on me.  I know the difference between someone caring about me, and someone who is out to do no good.

So I was very careful about what I told my sister.  I no longer trusted her and would divulge every little information about what I was doing and going.

When I wouldn’t tell my sister where I was going, she got annoyed.  So I knew I was right not to trust her.

Clothes I had hanging in the closet began to disappear, my handbag got torn, food I bought for myself disappeared, she turned her dog against me, she imitated my style of dressing, continually said nasty things to me, etc.  She seemed to really hate me.

I stay put.  I had to save money to be able to move, so I put up with her abuse.  One time,  when I told her I thought she was part of the harassment, she threatened to beat me up.  I responded in kind and told her that if  she touched me, I’d have her arrested.

She also seemed to know what was really happening.  She’d make remarks about things that were done to me.  And she was always asking me if something done to me bothered me.  At the time, I didn’t  understand anything.

But the more I stayed with her, the more I found out what was going on.

Every time we would go out together, she’d disappear.  And immediately I’d start getting zapped.  It took me a while to realize she was doing the zapping to me when we went out.  Others were also doing it, but so was she.

My stay at her house came to a showdown.  I out-and-out accused her of  being a bitch.  She told me to get out of her house. I gladly did.  I ended up getting a room at a roach motel.  And the harassment continued.  Now I knew that something strange was really  going on.

My harassment began in my former apartment, it continued at my sister’s house, the streets, the bus, everywhere I went.  But still, I had an open mind, maybe the former neighbors paid all the people to harass me? But where would someone get that kind of money?  Certainly not from my former neighbors. They weren’t rich.

So I kept moving and moving.  And everywhere I went, the harassment continued.  What in the world was going on?  I decided I was going to find out.  I read books and books on stalking.  Nothing really fit my situation.

Then I went to Google and typed in stalking.  What I got back was amazing.  There was something about gang stalking, so I read about it.  It directed me to a site called “Gangstalking Word.WordPress.com.”   Bingo, the man was writing about the terrible experience he was going through with people harassing him everywhere he went.  Everything he wrote sounded as if it was coming from my mouth.  So now I knew the name of the harassment.  I read everything I could find on the subject, and I couldn’t believe how many people were going through the same thing!

So here  I am,  4 years later, an  expert on the subject of gang stalking. Well, I can’t really call myself “an expert.”  I still have a lot of questions I haven’t been able to get answers to.  But I know a hell lot more than 4 years ago.

I do know that what I’m going through is not going to end any time soon.  That it will probably be with me for the rest of my life…the hell continues.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Write about your oldest friend.

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Where did you meet?  When did you become friends?  Why do you think you friendship has lasted so longer?

I don’t have an oldest friend. I’ve moved around so much that friendships only last as long as I’m in the same place as the person.   Once I move, friendships don’t last.  The friendships don’t last because I haven’t stayed long enough to develop a good relationship.

The one person that I’ve always considered my oldest friend has been my older sister.  My older sister has been a friend to me wherever I’ve gone.  But my sister died a few years ago, and I don’t have her as a friend anymore.

And today, I can’t have any friends.  I can’t trust anyone who I meet because of the gang stalking.  Usually when someone tries to befriend me, it’s because he’s a gang stalker.

So I can’t write about an old friend.  I don’t have one.

Countdown:  54 blogs to write.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Miss your exit, don’t worry, there’s something you need to learn.

Did you ever take a long car ride looking for a place?  Let’s say you were on an expressway and you were to get off at a certain exit.  Somehow, you miss the exit.  Or let’s imagine you get on the bus.  You sit down, get really interested in an article you’re reading and miss your stop.  Or you’re walking around looking for a certain address, and end up at the right number, but not the right street.  You start to berate yourself for doing all the above.  You get angry at your stupidity, and ask yourself how you could be so out of it.

I’m sure everyone reading this blog has had the experiences listed above.  I know the bus thing always happens to me.  I’ll find myself ten minutes away from where I was supposed to get off.  And then I’ll have to walk back to where I was to get off.

I’m listing all the experiences above because to me getting lost is something good.  I know most of you don’t think the same way.  But I’ve learned something from missing my bus stop.   Or not getting off at the right exit.

Every time I’ve gotten lost, I’ve discovered something that I was meant to know.

For instance, I got off at the wrong bus stop one day.  As I was walking, a man stopped me to ask me something.  We began to talk and he said something that answered a question I was seeking an answer to.  Another time, I found a store I had not been able to find.  One time my sister and I went house hunting.  We were to make a right, but instead made a left.  As she turned to the left, her dream house greeted her.  If we hadn’t turned left, she never would have found the house.

So today, I took the bus to the post office.  On my way back, I asked myself if I wanted to take the bus, I had a bus pass, or walk.  Something told me to walk.  So I began to walk.  As I was walking, out of the corner of my eye, I could feel someone watching me.  I turned to my left,  saw one of the perps who used to harass me in the library.  He quickly turned and made believe he didn’t see me.  I kept watching him.  I saw him go into the garbage container and look for bottles.  He was carrying two plastic bags of bottles.  He seemed down and out.  He looked as if he hadn’t taken a shower in a while.  When he was harassing me in the library, he was clean and well-groomed.  And now to see him in the condition he was in gave me a smug feeling.  He was getting back what he put out to the world.

I continued walking toward home.  It was a nice day, and I was enjoying the gorgeous weather and that there weren’t too many perps harassing me.  The Thanksgiving holiday made the streets look empty, but for me it was nirvana.  No perps.

As I got closer to home, I saw a bus stop.  As I passed the bus bench, another perp, who also harassed me in the library, said hello to me.  He, too, seemed not to be doing too well.  He was waiting for the bus to come. At one time he had a car.  Now no car.  And he looked as if he was homeless.  Again, he got back what he put out into the world.

If I had taken the bus, I wouldn’t have seen either of the perps.  So by following my instincts, I found that life was getting even with both.

So what I’m trying to say, is,  if you get lost, don’t get angry.  Getting lost is a way of find something you’re looking for.  This has always been true with me every time I get lost.  I find something I’ve been looking for.  So next time you miss your exit, or get off at the wrong bus stop, don’t fret, there’s something that you need to learn about yourself, or you’ll get an answer to a question that’s been puzzling you.  Think about it.  You’ll find that it’s true what I’ve written.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – When is it okay not to practice the golden rule?

I believe in practicing the golden rule: do unto others as  I would like done unto me. We should treat others with respect and dignity. We shouldn’t be rude to others and say nasty things.

But…at the same time, I believe in doing unto others what they do unto me. I don’t believe that I should let someone abuse me. Never! If someone makes rude remarks, is unkind to me, treats me like dirt, then  the golden rule gets tossed out the window. Why should I put with someone’s abuse?

I lived with my sister for a while, after my gang stalking started. At the beginning, I didn’t know my sister knew about what was happening to me and was taking part in the gang stalking. And then I found out the truth. I did nothing. I didn’t try to get even. I didn’t retaliate. And this went on for a while. I wouldn’t retaliate because she is my sister. She seemed to have no trouble, though, harassing me and using a weapon against me. Finally, I decided, she is  my sister, but she was hurting me and I was not going to take it anymore. So I began to resort to doing to her what she did to me. She didn’t like it one bit. She never said anything, but I could see it on her face.  I tossed the golden rule out the window.  I shouldn’t have to take anyone’s abuse, not even my sister’s.

I know there are people who believe that we should not retaliate.  They believe that God will take care of getting even for us. Sometimes God is too busy, and he would like us to handle things ourselves.  It might  be years before God gets around to helping us.  He’s too busy helping those who won’t help themselves.

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