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Gang Stalking – wish I could trust my doctor.

Well, I went back to the doctor today. I thought for sure he’d say something to me about showing up a day earlier than the appointment date. But he didn’t say a word. He did act very nervous, though. I told the doctor I was under a lot of stress. He asked me what the stress is about. I said I would tell him, but he would think I’m crazy. He said he would think no such thing. People always say that. That they’ll believe whatever I tell them, and once they hear what I’m telling them, they get quiet and tell me that no such thing is happening to me. I figure he’d be the  same  way. I told him that I really could use someone to talk with, but I haven’t found someone I can really trust. He’ s very patient with me every time I go see him, but I can feel his tension. I think it’s because he knows and probably wants to talk to me about what is happening, but doesn’t dare broach the subject. Maybe he would turn out to be a good guy, but so far, I haven’t run into any of them. I like him.

But as usual when I  visit his office, all the lowlifes act like a bunch of hoodlums. When I stepped into the waiting room, all of them turned to look at me and acted as if I had two eyes on my forehead. I got angry and asked them, “What are you looking at?”  All of them turned around in unison. I’m sick of being looked at in such a way that makes me feel that I’m  some  out of space creäture. Now I know how fish must feel being in a fish bowl all day, or how a movie star feels when her fans can’t get enough of her. I can tell you one thing, I would never want to be a movie star.  It’s a disgusting feeling  being in a fish bowl. I’m sure you targets all know the feeling. You can’ just walk by anonymously without someone being at your back or doing something, or laughing loudly when you pass by, or doing any number of things to annoy you.  You   want to pass by and be left alone. But no such  luck with us targets. Always some lowlife trying to make our life a living hell.

But, otherwise , the doctor visit went well. I only wish I could trust him.

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Gang Stalking – Be careful around handicapped people.

Why does the road always lead uphill ?

Why does the road always lead uphill ? (Photo credit: Neil. Moralee)

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yoga (Photo credit: GO INTERACTIVE WELLNESS)

I’ve warned you about watching out for people in wheel chairs. They’re just like other perps. And to prove it, I’ll tell you about my day yesterday at the library.

I typed my blog and headed out the door of the library. I saw a sign for yoga class, so I decided to go downstairs and practice yoga.  I went into the class, there were about 10 people all sitting in chairs. One man just a seat ahead of me was in a wheel chair.  The man in the wheel chair turned around and took a good look at me.  I went on with my yoga exercises and the man in the wheel chair suddenly bolted out the door. Did it have something to do with me taking the class that made him bolt? But I thought it was a little strange for someone to go bolting out the door the way he did.

The class lasted about 20 minutes.  The woman running the projector turned on the lights. At  the same time that the class ended, a woman came in looking for the handbag she’d left on the table next to the man in the wheelchair.

The handbag was nowhere in sight.  Right away, everybody turned toward me. I must have stolen it, of course, even though the handbag was not on the table when I came in. The woman got a little hysterical. She’d just moved to Las Vegas and all her I.D. was in the bag. Someone told her to go to Security. She left and so did I.  I was on my way out the door when I noticed two librarians, a security guard and the girl all talking. When I saw the girl, I stopped to find out if she’d found her bag. She was smiling,  She’d found her bag and everything was in it. One of the librarians told me that she did not need me there. She told me to leave.  I responded, “But I was down there with her.”  She replied, “We all know you have a history with the library. We don’t need you here. Leave.”

I don’t know where  they found the bag.  I’m sure it was a set-up by the perp wheel chair man to make it look like I took the bag. This is the sort of thing they do to us.  I’m sure that everyone thinks I stole the girl’s handbag. I see the man in the wheel chair all the time when I’m walking around. And just because he’s in a wheelchair everybody assumes that he wouldn’t do something like what he did, so, of course, it falls on me that I stole it.

So, I’m giving you a warning, be careful around anyone in a wheel chair or handicapped. Just because they’re handicapped doesn’t mean they won’t screw you. This is not the  first time that someone in a wheel chair tried doing this to me.  So a warning, don’t trust them! They’re just like any other perp you’ll run into.

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Gang Stalking – Party time for the roaches.

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English: The main room of a studio apartment in Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA. A small alcove is partially visible to the left near the computer; not shown are the small bathroom, kitchen, and entry way. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Well, isn’t life just wonderful in Perplandia? Every day,  some new thing pops up.

I tried to move my refrigerator to clean underneath it. I discovered that they’ve put something on the back of the refrigerator to keep me from moving it. It’s a long metal piece attached to the back of it. They know that I know that they make holes in the back of the refrigerator and then put crumbs underneath the refrigerator to attract roaches. They’re making sure that I don’t get a look at the back. I wouldn’t be surprised if the wall is full of holes. That’s what they always do, add a lot of holes. And I can just imagine how many roaches I’m going to get. I can see the roaches coming out and partying “hey, its party time!” They’re going to be happy little roaches. I’m beginning to appreciate my cold apartment. Roaches hate the cold, so maybe they’ll all stay away.

I wrote about how big my closet is. What I didn’t tell you, because the perps deleted my blog, that I can fit a small bed in the closet.   The hackers didn’t like that part, so they erased the blog. And when I re-wrote it, I forget  that I can fit a bed in it. I was even thinking of sleeping in the closed. I thought it would be safer for me than being out in the open, as I am now.

I forget to tell you about the furniture I acquired in my new apartment. When I rented the apartment,  the manager asked me if I wanted to pay an extra $25.00 a month for furniture. She told me I’d get a bed,  side tables, a kitchen table with two chairs and lamps.  I never got the lamps. Anyway, I’ve gone to the office several times to find out when I’m going to pay the $25.00.  The manager keeps telling me not to worry about it. It’s been taken care of. What exactly does that mean?  I don’t know what’s going with me getting free furniture. It makes me suspicious. Are they going to hand me a bill when I leave this apartment that’s enormous?  Or  making the apartment I’m in now, a target apartment? I think something’s up, but what, I don’t know. You, out there in Perplandia, do you have any ideas of what it might be? Should I trust the manager?  Or do you think something’s up? Thanks.

The library is full house again. I’m keeping  the economy going with all the people they hire to perp me. Imagine if I weren’t in the library, they’d all be unemployed.

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Gang Stalking – Perp dentists can ruin your teeth.

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English: GUANTANAMO BAY, Cuba – Navy Cmdr. George Sellock, a dentist deployed with Joint Task Force Guantanamo’s Joint Troop Clinic, performs dental work on a Trooper’s tooth, May 13, 2009. The JTC is a first line aid station for JTF Guantanamo Troopers. (JTF Guantanamo photo by Army Spc. Cody Black) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Teeth of a model.

Teeth of a model. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I need to get my teeth fixed. I have two cavities, but the thought of a perp dentist keeps me from fixing my teeth.

I’ve heard horror stories from other targets about how doctors messed with their teeth. How dentists removed the roots out of their teeth.  Implanted chips in their teeth. Purposely broke  teeth that were perfectly okay.  And grind down a tooth so much that the tooth become useless.

We targets cannot trust most doctors. I know I can’t trust the ones I have.  I know they’re perps.  You would think that if there’s someone we can trust, it would be a doctor.  But doctors are just as corrupt as everyone else.  We can’t trust any doctor to be honest with us, or really help us.  They’re on the government’s side when it comes to targeting.

It’s a scary though that we have to put our trust in a bunch of  doctors being told what to do by our own government. These doctors are nazis following the orders of a totalitarian government. The perp dentists can ruin your teeth.

Have any of you been to a dentist after you became a target?  What was your experience?  Did they do any damage to your teeth? Implant something in them?  Remove teeth that had nothing wrong with them?  Remove your root?

Let me know what your experience was, so I know what to expect.  Thanks.

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Gang Stalking – Don’t trust any business to fix your computer.

Disgust

Disgust (Photo credit: Jeremy Brooks)

Homeless Man in Lisbon

Homeless Man in Lisbon (Photo credit: ragingwire)

Virus Found!

Virus Found! (Photo credit: infowidget)

I paid $119.00 to have my computer fixed. And what did I get for this money? Nothing. Nothing works. I got my computer home, and it still does nothing. All the viruses were left in, as per government request.

Oh, I have a hobo-looking person behind me moving my cursor around and erasing what I type. I’m at the disgusting library again. I had to come back to this disgusting place and put up with the disgusting people who come use the computers at the library.

Well, as I was writing, my computer is no good. I took it back to the place that fixed it and I was given a hard time. They tried to convince me there is nothing wrong with the computer. Yeah, there’s nothing wrong with my computer, just a bunch of viruses none of the computer places will fix.

I spent five days trying to fix the computer after I got it back, and F1, F2, F10, restore didn’t work. Without these things working, I can’t fix the computer myself. The computer is in worse condition than when I brought it in to the computer place. I no longer go to Best Buy. I’ve given up on the lowlifes there. So I tried a small computer place. I thought maybe I’d get lucky and find a place that not been infected with government flunkies. But, of course, no such luck. They’re as much infested as any other corporate place. The government has everybody under their control. It’s impossible to find a place that will fix my computer right. They leave all the viruses in that they find. Nothing really gets fixed. They just make it look like it’s been fixed, and charge us a lot of money for doing nothing. So don’t trust any company to fix your computer. They’ll do nothing to fix it. They’re a bunch of controlled zombies. I’m surprised they can find their way to the library without the government telling them how to get here.

So I have no illusions about my computer being fixed.  I’ll probably get it back with all the viruses in it and barely working, if it works at all.

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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 – Where do I go?

English: Las Vegas Strip

English: Las Vegas Strip (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Two Towers Las Vegas

Two Towers Las Vegas (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Today, I paid the last rent in the complex in which I live.  Of all the places  I lived, this was one of the worse.  I won’t say that it’s the worse, because there might be worse things coming my way.  I have 29 days left to find another apartment.  But where do I go?  Where do I turn?  It doesn’t matter where I go, the same thing that’s happening to me here will happen wherever I go.

I can’t turn to family.  No family left in my life.  The government made sure of that.  No friends to turn  to. They also made sure that friends  turned against me.  I can’t really turn to anyone. There is no one I can turn to, or trust.  And if someone is truly caring and would like to help, they’ll turn them against me as well.

Once I start looking for a new apartment, they’ll be on top of me every second, every minute.  They want to make sure I don’t get away from them.  And wherever I go, they will show up and show their badge.  It’s amazing to me how easily  people believe someone who sticks a badge in their faces.  If someone showed me a badge, I’d check them out. I’ve learned not to take anybody’s word for anything.  They’ll follow me by car constantly. Just the thought of looking for a new apartment makes me sick knowing what I’ll have to put with.

I know there are targets who believe that if they move, things will change.  But things will not change.  It’ll be the same b.s. all over again.  The constant harassment, following us everywhere, lying about us,  turning people who don’t know  anything about us against us.

Moving to a new place will not stop any of the things now happening to me, but I won’t have to look at the  faces which I’ve come to know and truly hate.  And “hate” is a mild word compare to what I want to call them.

So I have to start looking for a new apartment.  I have no choice.  This place in which I live is disgusting.  I’m surprised I lasted this long.

I’m lucky that the economy is terrible in Las Vegas, and I can still find an inexpensive apartment. Who  knows,  maybe I’ll get lucky and get a different gang stalking monitor?  The monitor in this area  has no soul.  He’s evil.  I’ve seen him more than a few times, and he really enjoys mistreating people.  But he’ll get his!  And so will all his helpers.  In the end, we all get what we deserve.

If there’s someone who lives in Las Vegas and knows of a decent apartment, please contact me via my blog. Thanks.

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Gang Stalking – Sometimes I think I’m living in a horror movie.

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self-portrait: with mata hari (Photo credit: marie-ll)
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Highway shield for Nevada State Route 596 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Ceiling Full of Holes

The place where I live, Libertwo Apartments, Las Vegas, Nevada (if you’re a target and living in Las Vegas STAY AWAY), is a hell hole filled with gang stalkers.  I don’t think there’s a gang stalker who’s not targeting somebody.  There are a lot of targets.  I can tell they’re targets by their doors.  Usually the complex manager places them near water irrigation systems; their door is dirty from the garbage thrown at their door; ants, roaches always surround their apartments; cigarettes butts, papers always on the grass, and the grass is always dry; food is strewn in front of their apartments, so I can always tell who the targets are.  I’ve knocked on their doors, but they never open the door.  I guess they don’t trust anyone, and I can’t blame them.  I don’t trust anyone either.

And so  many people constantly move  in and out.  They stay a while and leave.  There was a target in apartment 110.  She/he left.  And another one in apartment 106, also disappeared.  I knew they were targets because of their front doors. Their targeting came from four different apartments.   And the perps are all single men. Loners.  Except for one apartment where it’s a couple. He  used to be a police officer.  I don’t know anything about her except she thinks she’s sexy.  She walks around like Mata Hari. She’s ugly and looks dumpy.  I guess in her own mind she’s hot.   She needs a really good mirror where she can see herself full length. And I’m sure she’ll be told about what I wrote about her.  I really could care less. The lowlifes don’t deserve anyone’s respect.

But this place is absolutely awful!  When you have a complex managed by a  husband and wife, it’s hard not to have gang stalkers. They get paid for every one they recruit to harass targets.  That’s all they do all day, recruit.  They’re probably making very good money.  And when they both have access to any one’s apartment, it’s easy for them to turn someone’s apartment into a hell hole.  They can go into an apartment and change lighting, mess with the toilet, floor, wall, air conditioner, refrigerator, oven, ceiling.  They can change anything into a weapon, as they’ve done in my apartment.  My toilet has  an orange electrical cord attached to the toilet.  In all my life, I’ve never seen an orange cord attached to a toilet.  The orange cord attracts electricity.  And you should see my bathroom ceiling.  Brown spots all over the ceiling from the pesticide sprayed from upstairs.  It’s looks like there are feces all over the ceiling.  At first, I thought that’s what it was.  But by the smell I can tell it’s pesticide.  It’s really disgusting living here.  And then the bitch actually  put a sign in the front of the complex that says “Enjoy Life”!  The first time I saw the flag, I wanted to tear it down and throw it away.  This place is like a nightmare.  The couple have made the place a living hell for all the targets who live here.  But  my targeting is worse than anyone else’s.  I don’t keep my mouth shut and I tell them exactly how I feel about them to their faces.  And I also call them names in my blog, and I know they read it.

My lease is up in July, 2012.  I really don’t know what to do.  Do I move?  This place is worse than any place I’ve ever lived in.  It’s disgusting!  I live like a rat, without furniture, or anything nice.  Anything I’ve bought they’ve destroyed.  So that’s why I live without furniture.  Why waste my money on something they’re going to destroy?   I don’t really want to stay in this horrific place, but where do I go?  It’ll be the same thing wherever I go.   I’m going to start looking for another place.  Any place  I move into has to be better  than this place of horrors! And I know I’ll be followed to any place where I try to rent an apartment.  And the manager and the tenants will learn all about me.  And it’ll be the same thing again.

I sometimes think I’m living in some horror movie, and everything I’m experiencing is not real.  I only wish it were true.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – What % of who you are is genetics vs. your choice?

Is it 50/50 or more or less of one?

Or should there be three numbers:  your genetics, how you were raised, and your own choices (33/33/33 or 10/40/50)?

My percentage of genetics vs. my choice is 40/40/20.   My genetics and the way my parents raised me are about even.  And my choice is 20%.  Every time I do something, I can hear my mother’s voice telling me that what I’m doing is either right or wrong.  And it’s a very strong voice.  It’s always with me.  It keeps me from doing something that I might regret .  It’s a voice I trust.  My mother’s voice has kept me from getting into trouble with  the gang stalking idiots.  If I hadn’t been  brought up the way I was, I know that today I would probably be in trouble for not keeping my cool.  It is easy for me get into trouble.  The gang stalkers are always available to make my life miserable.

And my genetics are also helpful. My genetics are of people who are calm, and not given to rash acts.  As I wrote in another blog, my mother was a sea of calm.  She rarely lost her temper, and was extremely kind to those she met.

By choice, these are the times that my genetics, and the way I was raised get lost.  I don’t pay any attention to them, and that’s when I lose my cool and get into trouble.  I tell people off, and I’m not in the least kind.  I just want to get even for whatever anyone does to me.

Thank God my genetics and the way I was raised are stronger than my choice, otherwise, I’d be in a lot of trouble all the time.

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