Liar, Liar

Read DCMS2 targeting experience. She expresses what she’s going through very well. {NE1]

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I live the Big Lie.

The biggest Lie is when I go to my therapist and psychiatrist’s office.  We all lie.

We all Pretend.

They Pretend I have a Mental Illness so the gangstalking and Voice to Skull I get becomes “symptoms”.  No one gets to be accountable, no one suffers but me. I  pretend I’m Ill so I can get pills to help the relentless depression and anxiety, the constant escalating gangstalking produces.  I tried the fish oil and the vitamins.  They were Not Enough.

The Doctors dream up more and more excessive diagnoses for my “illness”…I become more “disabled” by the minute.  I’m halfway to mental retardation or complete insanity now.  I let them do it.  I can’t live without the pills that let me survive.

Three years ago the perps got me to such a low point I could not eat, could not sleep, could not sit…

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Gang Stalking – Yesterday is not coming back…

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It’s cold here in Las Vegas today.   A lot of people who visit Las Vegas think it’s always warm, but this time of year, it gets cold. I see a lot of tourists going into stores to buy heavy jackets.  So,  a warning to anyone coming to visit Las Vegas, it’s cold now, bring a jacket.

I just want to get something straight with readers.  I am not a victim.  It might seem as if I am because of what I write.  I write the way I do to let you in on what’s happening to me, because it will probably happen to you.  And I want you to be forewarned.  I don’t want any target to get the feeling that what’s occurring to them is abnormal.  I want a target to think, oh, yeah, I remember Neverending1 writing about this occurring to her.  It’s typical of what the gang stalkers do to us.  Then you can  settle back and go on with your life, because you know that what’s  being done to you is  normal gang stalking behavior.  It is not peculiar to you as a person.

It might sometimes seem that I’m falling apart,  but  I’m a very strong person.  No gang stalker is  going to tear me down.  I’m strong enough to let this out in my blog. In my blog I let everything out that’s bothers me.  I get rid of it. I throw away it away, and go on.  This blog helps me get rid of all the garbage that occurs to me every day.  I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have this blog to let off steam.  It’s a Godsend.

But there is one thing that bothers me, and I can do nothing about. It’s that I long for yesterday.  Remember the Beatles song “Yesterday.”  That’s what I long for.  To have my life back as it used to be used.

“Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away, now it looks as though  they’re here to stay. Oh, I believe in Yesterday…”

Now, this makes me sad, and I’m sure it makes all of you targets sad, too.  But there’s nothing we can do about getting yesterday back.  We just have to live the best life we can, because yesterday is definitely not coming back.

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Gang Stalking – Crazy? No. It’s “gas lighting” you’re experiencing.

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“Gaslighting”  is, as described in Wikipedia,  a form of psychological abuse in which information is presented with the intent of making a victim doubt his or her own memory and perception.  The term comes from the play “Gas Light” and film adaptation “Gaslighting”.  The victim’s husband uses a gas light  to make her think she’s crazy. The husband turns the lights on and off and then denies that the lights are going on and off, making the victim think she’s “losing it.”  The term’s been used since the l970s.

Lately, this is what’s been happening to me.  A lot of  “gas lighting”.   They’re doing things to me to make me want to  doubt my sanity, but I’m well aware of what is going on.  I didn’t wake up yesterday and take a pill for  “stupid.”  I know what’s happening.

Some of the things they’re doing to me are really stupid.  I no longer put my bath towel on the rack in the bathroom.  When I did, I would find finger prints all over the towel.  So, instead, I hang my towel on the pole in my closet.  Well, what they been doing is placing the towel on a hanger, which I did not do, to make me question myself.  I’m damn well aware of where I’ve placed my towel.  I put a piece of cardboard on top of my refrigerator and find it on the floor near my window.  I put my paper towels in my kitchen cabinet and find it on top of my refrigerator.  They take food from my apartment and then return it a day later.  I turn my oven off when I leave home and come home and find it on.  I turn off my circuit board, to save on electricity, and come home find it turned on. Oh, for a while, I had to replace toilet paper almost every day.  I’d put a new roll of toilet paper in the bathroom and come home and find an empty roll.  Right away, I knew what they were doing.  Trying to make me question my sanity.

Before I leave home, I always double-check, triple check sometimes, to make sure everything that should be off is off.  So I know when I get home exactly what the gang stalkers did while I was gone.   There’s really not much they can do in my apartment.  My apartment has very few things in it.  I purposely don’t have much of anything.  So there’s not much they can do to make me think I’ve lost it.  I also take pictures of where I’ve placed everything, so if I doubt myself, all I have to do is look at my pictures.

So if you’re a target and think you’re going crazy, you’re not!  The gang stalkers are probably  “gas lighting” you.  Take pictures of your home or apartment before you leave home.  When you come home, if you have any doubt about what’s been moved, you can refer to your pictures.  It will prove to you that you are not insane;  that what you think moved, was.  It’ll save your sanity.

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Gang Stalking – PostaDay 2011 – Do you take the red pill, or the blue pill?

If given the choice, are you the kind of person who takes the red pill or the blue pill?  When do you do the opposite?  “You take the blue pill = the day ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe.  You take the red pill = you stay in  Wonderland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes.” – Morpheus (from Matrix)

I’ve answered this question before.  The last time I answered red pill.  But since that time, my life has drastically changed.  I really don’t know how I’ll answer this until  the end of the blog.

I was living in Florida in 2004.  At that time I was blissfully ignorant of what was to happen to me.  I was like the people with the blue pill. But I did notice certain things in Florida that were going on, so I can’t  really saying I was blissfully ignorant.  I did notice that a lot of cars in Florida had their headlights on, even on really sunny days.  It used to puzzle me  why so many cars had their lights on.  If I had only known what was to come into my life.

I left Florida in 2004 and moved to Las Vegas, Nevada (bad, bad move).  Two years into my move, I noticed that everywhere I went I was treated rudely and did not know why.  This was the beginning of my gang stalking life.  I felt like Neo.  There was something that just wasn’t adding up.  I searched for answers everywhere, but could not figure out what was up.  So in August of 2009, I went looking for answers.  The answers came to me after moving about eight times in less than 10 months.  Discovered family was aware of why I was being hounded, but they denied knowing anything.

I returned to Vegas in June, 2010 with lots of answers.  I was no longer the innocent looking for answers.  My life had become a living hell.  I was no longer someone who lived in the blue pill land. I knew exactly what was going on.  I was being harassed by the government and its snitches.  I was  awaken to what the U.S. government was doing to its citizens.  Some who have been victims for 15 years or more.

I tried to tell people  what was happening to me, but no one would listen (and still don’t).  They don’t want to hear about what the government is doing to its citizens.  They rather live blissfully unaware of what is going on around them (just like in the Matrix).  But I have no choice in the matter.  I have been chosen to be one of the victims. I want to deny that things aren’t as they seem, but my gut tells me otherwise.

So for almost three years, I’ve been living in red pill land.  I daily face the truth of what is happening to me and half million Americans.  We are living in red pill land while the rest are living in blue pill land.  They go about their business and are unaware of what is going on around them.  I sometimes feel I am living the Matrix.

Sometimes I wish I was living in blue pill land, the day ends and I wake up in my bed and believe what I want to believe.  But the reality is, I’m living in Wonderland and I know how deep the rabbit-hole is.

I have no choice but to take the red pill.

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