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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => Straight, Inc. and Derivatives => Topic started by: Anonymous on January 15, 2007, 04:09:35 PM
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Anyways, since I'm not there anymore I don't mind saying I went to Charlottesville, VA for a few weeks. I stayed in a motel for a couple of nights and the first morning a guy approached me, average worn-out laborer looking type, he said "where are you from in Vermont?" because of my plates. I said "Burlington", where he was from too. He told me quite an amazing story, he skipped Vermont right before his court date to get sentenced for fifteen years. Fifteen years? You know how I feel about prison, so I said "what did you do?" He told me he beat up a cop. I was like "cops are rude", commiserating with him, sure, why not skip out on a fifteen year prison sentence that is too harsh. But he was like "I really fucked him up," his story was he was walking home drunk and a cop started giving him shit and pulled his stick out and the guy said he knew martial arts and broke the cop's jaw and lower back. Some other things the guy did gave me a clue. First of all, he had the hem and haw story about "the connection" and supposedly different kinds of weed for various prices and he gave me a small amount (I got sick, whether it was from that weed or not I don't know but don't hand me laced weed if I suspect anything from now on I WILL have it tested) and wanted to know if I had smoked any yet when he came back an hour later, some deal about how I couldn't knock on his door, which he wasn't even staying there at that motel, just "happened" to be visiting friends, because it would "cause a lot of trouble" so he knocked on my door that evening, wanted to know if I wanted to smoke, no thanks I feel ill, he no surprise had not made the connection but I guess he was going to smoke me out. One queer thing he did was he mimicked something I said, just a short sentence. He didn't really mimic it obvious, he just repeated it. I thought it was wierd. Also he said he was 33 I was going to guess 43. You know how tired out people get roughish reddish looking skin around their eyes? So I was thinking about things. I do have very mixed feelings about cops and courts and prisons because I think it is inhumane, I think our culture generates the crime. Yes, please lock up child abusers, pedophiles, rapists, violent people, kidnappers and murderers. I think any human is justified in killing a child molester right as they walk out of prison, too, because they are too dangerous. Criminals like Enron, what I really think is they should be barred from ever making money or owning anything for the rest of their life. They should be forced into a life of begging to survive. But back to the question at hand. I was thinking for a day about the cop he supposedly fucked up, and I would be pissed if I were that cop and the guy split. Plus, I have met violent drunks and if they can't control their violence and they can't not drink, they should be locked up where they can't hurt anybody. The man is a walking time bomb, plain and simple, and since I figured it wasn't any of my business whether or not he got nabbed because of a phone call I made, and since he was wierd to me and I wanted to know if his story was even true, I called the Burlington P.D. I only had his first name but the dispatcher said she worked there for 21 years and she would have remembered if a cop got hurt like that. So the story was fake, or he did it somewhere else. I like knowing. He and his "friends" there might have been part of the gang stalking thing, they did leave their motel door open I walked past it and there was stuff in the room, no car, and the door left wide open. I thought it was pathetic.
I had another wierd encounter in C-ville. Any single thing I write about may or may not be related to the gang stalking, but I don't mind writing it out. Walking towards the granola grocery entrance I passed a dirty homeless man. I had to go back and offer to buy him breakfast, which turned into a back and forth, he wasn't hungry but he needed shoes. I said I would buy him boots but I didn't know the town very well so I got a phone book to look up shoe stores but he was fixated on WalMart. I told him I wasn't buying him plastic shoes. I was trying to figure out what kind of boots and where, he did suggest Goodwill, I was thinking am I really going to let this man in my car with all my dogs. Anyways, again he wanted to go to WalMart to get the boots, so finally I had to say "I hate WalMart, I'm not taking you to WalMart," and he got mildly incensed but I couldn't tell if he really meant it and he said "save the receipt!" Which was a ringer for this ugly dude I felt sorry for in Burlington, a really bad-looking, boring man from New Orleans who didn't have a mom to take care of him when he had a hernia operation last Spring so I drove him to the doctor a couple of times so he could get more heroin. Spence Schwarz had told me one funny story last spring, before I knew he was scamming me along with Malibu, Brian Zareva, Troy, Erin Hannigan, Fat Pete Satches, J.P. (et tu, Brute?) and so on. I'll get to that later, and I won't forget Crystal Bennett, either. Or Bill Warnock. Anyways, Spence Schwarz told me one funny story about driving from Maine to New Orleans after he quit growing marijuana in Machias and boating it up to Canada, he got an air mattress and a bunch of stuff for his truck at a WalMart up north and used it all the way down and returned it all in N.O. I do think it is funny to scam WalMart, I really do, it's the least a person can do to fight back. And fuck you if you shop there, just fuck you.
To finish the homeless shoe man story, he had a wierd look in his eyes, now I think I know what it is, because I started getting that look in my eyes in Burlington because I was being watched, harassed and spooked so much. I got tension around my eyes so even if I looked down the upper lids didn't lower and you could see the whites above the iris. I didn't realize it until I got a new driver's license picture taken. So, saying this guy was part of the gang stalking, and there are other clues to let me know it is not unlikely, I do wonder who got him to do it and how, because the man was freaked. And he had two translucent Ann Taylor bags with his possessions and he stepped into a crosswalk at a different shopping center right before my car, same man with Ann Taylor bags, and he remembered me, he smirked but hardly could look at me.
I really don't mind writing about all this. I KNOW I got scammed, and I don't care if I am right about all of it, it caused me an immense amount of pain and the least I can do since not one person was ever willing to tell me even some piece of the truth, not one person, ever, at all, in that whole town, NOT ONE PERSON, and I KNOW people knew, I really don't mind laying the whole thing out and getting photos of the people involved (not that hard to do) and putting the story together in whatever way I can best figure it out. I don't mind at all. If they think it is over just because I left town they are wrong. And I figure the least I can do is lay out what gang stalking is in case it helps out anyone else in the future.
It is torture, I had pieces of phone conversations, pieces of private conversations, pieces of my private life getting dropped around and referred to, I had people mixing up their pronouns (Brian Zareva, I am not confused about you anymore, you deserve to go to prison and no wonder you were paranoid of me), referring to things in the third person or whatever so even if I was bugged I guess that was their reason even if I was bugged I still couldn't prove anything. The way it is torture is it starts to seem like everyone must know something. Innocent comments get routed through paranoia, are they talking in the third person, using a different way of referring to me? Or is this a perfectly innocent conversation?
And one thing I should lay out here is that many many targets of gang stalking commit suicide, this is known, many targets of any kind of stalking commit suicide, there are known psychological effects that it has, and so anyone participating in it, whether or not they ever get caught and prosecuted, is in very real danger of being an ACCESSORY TO MURDER, and that is a felony crime, and very very serious. And anyone who just watches it go down and leaves someone alone to deal in what is hell by themselves, well, you just suck, and you don't deserve me as a friend or a girlfriend. You know I'm talking to you. You couldn't figure out a way to talk to me? You left me alone in hell? I just spit on all men, they aren't worth it anymore (no I am not interested in being a lesbian, they annoy me and they usually are even more pussy and stupid and rude than men).
Oh my heart does feel so broken, it's the same as Straight, no one gets it, people say they wouldn't give in to Straight, they don't understand Straight, they don't understand what it is like to be a victim of gang stalking either. If anyone gets Shawn Hornbeck, it's US, STRAIGHT SURVIVORS!
And I really think a lot of people suck right now because there are people reading this (James Kochalka?) who know some shit. Gang stalking is EVERY part of the harassment, even the people, ESPECIALLY the people who thought they were helping me out by referring to shit in my presence like this or that to let me know J.P. and them really had pulled some shit on me, god you suck, fuck you for hinting around, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY DID. I never saw or heard the tapes of the conversations that so obviously got passed around, I have no idea, it was just hell there, a total nightmare, and if anyone wants to give me some kind of peace, I really still am in hell because I am alone, I don't know where to move where they won't find me and I just can't take it, so please contact Cassandra who can put you in touch with me because I have met her in person and she can tell me what you say or something and then I can decide if I think I will talk to you or not and she knows for sure if it is me you are talking to.
I know Straight survivors know how much pain it is at a certain point, whatever kind of nervous breakdown you have, and that scum Brian Zareva should really get something, whatever, I have to watch my words but I feel totally exploited by him and by whoever else was involved in that shit because I just wanted to go out on the town a little bit I never asked for the shit they pulled on me, it got immensely, inhumanly painful.
But on the other hand it shows me what people are really made of, I just watch and watch, like my aunt and uncle I was talking to them on the phone, I was homeless an hour away from where they live and they never invited me over, they were just like giving me suggestions of social service agencies and then they say "we love you!" and good bye. No, it really has been an eye-opener for me. I say thank you after I hang up the phone, thank you for the information of how much I actually mean to you, thank you for the information of your cold, cold ways. I LIKE seeing what people really are made of, it is INTERESTING to me, hugely disappointing, but information that I might otherwise not have gotten for years, thank you for teaching me all about America.
It is really too bad about the gang stalking because I ran into Bill the guitar player I met in Burlington, we hung out with J.P. too, and there he was busking on the downtown mall in C-ville which is so much like Burlington, and he walked me home and gave me an umbrella and said if he hears a branch snap in the woods where he is sleeping it just makes him be more alert. It just so happened that I was sitting on the back porch smoking a cigarette later and I heard a branch snap, now there are not any cats in the neighborhood making that happen, and also pebbles rolling off the car another night.
Brian Zareva, I am not through with you. You will see your name here and another place too because you and Troy and Erin Hannigan couldn't be bothered to tell me what your game was all about, changing your middle name from "Alexander" to "Thomas" and then Troy says you don't have one. It isn't any coincidence that I heard pieces of that conversation come back, Brian. And tell your girlfriend "Lassie", please tell her she is whacked but thank her for letting me know my pupils are constricted. I think someone was poisoning me, because weed does not do that.
That's all for now I guess it hurts and I never deserved any of it and I will not lay out the actually more severe incidents here because they are simply too serious, but they have been documented and sent to more than one lawyer, and every thing I remembered has been sent to lawyers, and just as I have laid out some things here, everything is getting laid out, I write down plates, makes and models, whether or not it is a coincidence that a white van with VA plates parked next to me where I am staying now, and I am not in VA anymore, I don't need to know, I don't even need to waste my time wondering, I write it down and mail it off. It's already done, I have very very sensitive radar, and although I might have been confused at the time you were fucking with my head, I heard every last word.
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Yep, that's right. Its a conspiracy!!! They ARE bugging your phone. They're bugging the computer you typed that post on. They're probably behind you RIGHT NOW. Quick!!! Turn around and look. See them? Behind that guy with the hat on over there standing by the pole. Watch out and good luck!! Hope the lawyer helps.
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To the O.P.: Cell phone conversations can get picked up by nearby phones, the phone itself doesn't have to be bugged. That must have been confusing to you, if you were talking to someone you trusted on the phone and then what you said came back around to you.
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What do you call a Somolian walking a dog?
A vegetarian
What do you call a Somolian walking three dogs?
Mr. Mayor
What do you call a Somalian holding the leash for four dogs?
Beth's new connection!
Seriously now folks, I have to come clean. I started this whole gang stalking shit when I was still in the second grade in Largo Florida in the spring of 1970. Me and my friends thought it would be funny to fuck with the ice cream man. We would hear him coming from up the street and we would run behind the houses and get ahead of him, use bushes and trees and stuff for cover and yell STOP!!!
He would hit the brakes and look all around for some kid waving a dollar, and we would be behind the bushes laughing our asses off.
Up the road the next wave of my buddies would be waiting to do the same thing. The poor fucker had a nervous breakdown and moved to Vermont. At least that's what I heard.
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Anyways, since I'm not there anymore I don't mind saying I went to Charlottesville, VA for a few weeks. I stayed in a motel for a couple of nights and the first morning a guy approached me, average worn-out laborer looking type, he said "where are you from in Vermont?" because of my plates. I said "Burlington", where he was from too. He told me quite an amazing story, he skipped Vermont right before his court date to get sentenced for fifteen years. Fifteen years? You know how I feel about prison, so I said "what did you do?" He told me he beat up a cop. I was like "cops are rude", commiserating with him, sure, why not skip out on a fifteen year prison sentence that is too harsh. But he was like "I really fucked him up," his story was he was walking home drunk and a cop started giving him shit and pulled his stick out and the guy said he knew martial arts and broke the cop's jaw and lower back. Some other things the guy did gave me a clue. First of all, he had the hem and haw story about "the connection" and supposedly different kinds of weed for various prices and he gave me a small amount (I got sick, whether it was from that weed or not I don't know but don't hand me laced weed if I suspect anything from now on I WILL have it tested) and wanted to know if I had smoked any yet when he came back an hour later, some deal about how I couldn't knock on his door, which he wasn't even staying there at that motel, just "happened" to be visiting friends, because it would "cause a lot of trouble" so he knocked on my door that evening, wanted to know if I wanted to smoke, no thanks I feel ill, he no surprise had not made the connection but I guess he was going to smoke me out. One queer thing he did was he mimicked something I said, just a short sentence. He didn't really mimic it obvious, he just repeated it. I thought it was wierd. Also he said he was 33 I was going to guess 43. You know how tired out people get roughish reddish looking skin around their eyes? So I was thinking about things. I do have very mixed feelings about cops and courts and prisons because I think it is inhumane, I think our culture generates the crime. Yes, please lock up child abusers, pedophiles, rapists, violent people, kidnappers and murderers. I think any human is justified in killing a child molester right as they walk out of prison, too, because they are too dangerous. Criminals like Enron, what I really think is they should be barred from ever making money or owning anything for the rest of their life. They should be forced into a life of begging to survive. But back to the question at hand. I was thinking for a day about the cop he supposedly fucked up, and I would be pissed if I were that cop and the guy split. Plus, I have met violent drunks and if they can't control their violence and they can't not drink, they should be locked up where they can't hurt anybody. The man is a walking time bomb, plain and simple, and since I figured it wasn't any of my business whether or not he got nabbed because of a phone call I made, and since he was wierd to me and I wanted to know if his story was even true, I called the Burlington P.D. I only had his first name but the dispatcher said she worked there for 21 years and she would have remembered if a cop got hurt like that. So the story was fake, or he did it somewhere else. I like knowing. He and his "friends" there might have been part of the gang stalking thing, they did leave their motel door open I walked past it and there was stuff in the room, no car, and the door left wide open. I thought it was pathetic.
I had another wierd encounter in C-ville. Any single thing I write about may or may not be related to the gang stalking, but I don't mind writing it out. Walking towards the granola grocery entrance I passed a dirty homeless man. I had to go back and offer to buy him breakfast, which turned into a back and forth, he wasn't hungry but he needed shoes. I said I would buy him boots but I didn't know the town very well so I got a phone book to look up shoe stores but he was fixated on WalMart. I told him I wasn't buying him plastic shoes. I was trying to figure out what kind of boots and where, he did suggest Goodwill, I was thinking am I really going to let this man in my car with all my dogs. Anyways, again he wanted to go to WalMart to get the boots, so finally I had to say "I hate WalMart, I'm not taking you to WalMart," and he got mildly incensed but I couldn't tell if he really meant it and he said "save the receipt!" Which was a ringer for this ugly dude I felt sorry for in Burlington, a really bad-looking, boring man from New Orleans who didn't have a mom to take care of him when he had a hernia operation last Spring so I drove him to the doctor a couple of times so he could get more heroin. Spence Schwarz had told me one funny story last spring, before I knew he was scamming me along with Malibu, Brian Zareva, Troy, Erin Hannigan, Fat Pete Satches, J.P. (et tu, Brute?) and so on. I'll get to that later, and I won't forget Crystal Bennett, either. Or Bill Warnock. Anyways, Spence Schwarz told me one funny story about driving from Maine to New Orleans after he quit growing marijuana in Machias and boating it up to Canada, he got an air mattress and a bunch of stuff for his truck at a WalMart up north and used it all the way down and returned it all in N.O. I do think it is funny to scam WalMart, I really do, it's the least a person can do to fight back. And fuck you if you shop there, just fuck you.
To finish the homeless shoe man story, he had a wierd look in his eyes, now I think I know what it is, because I started getting that look in my eyes in Burlington because I was being watched, harassed and spooked so much. I got tension around my eyes so even if I looked down the upper lids didn't lower and you could see the whites above the iris. I didn't realize it until I got a new driver's license picture taken. So, saying this guy was part of the gang stalking, and there are other clues to let me know it is not unlikely, I do wonder who got him to do it and how, because the man was freaked. And he had two translucent Ann Taylor bags with his possessions and he stepped into a crosswalk at a different shopping center right before my car, same man with Ann Taylor bags, and he remembered me, he smirked but hardly could look at me.
I really don't mind writing about all this. I KNOW I got scammed, and I don't care if I am right about all of it, it caused me an immense amount of pain and the least I can do since not one person was ever willing to tell me even some piece of the truth, not one person, ever, at all, in that whole town, NOT ONE PERSON, and I KNOW people knew, I really don't mind laying the whole thing out and getting photos of the people involved (not that hard to do) and putting the story together in whatever way I can best figure it out. I don't mind at all. If they think it is over just because I left town they are wrong. And I figure the least I can do is lay out what gang stalking is in case it helps out anyone else in the future.
It is torture, I had pieces of phone conversations, pieces of private conversations, pieces of my private life getting dropped around and referred to, I had people mixing up their pronouns (Brian Zareva, I am not confused about you anymore, you deserve to go to prison and no wonder you were paranoid of me), referring to things in the third person or whatever so even if I was bugged I guess that was their reason even if I was bugged I still couldn't prove anything. The way it is torture is it starts to seem like everyone must know something. Innocent comments get routed through paranoia, are they talking in the third person, using a different way of referring to me? Or is this a perfectly innocent conversation?
And one thing I should lay out here is that many many targets of gang stalking commit suicide, this is known, many targets of any kind of stalking commit suicide, there are known psychological effects that it has, and so anyone participating in it, whether or not they ever get caught and prosecuted, is in very real danger of being an ACCESSORY TO MURDER, and that is a felony crime, and very very serious. And anyone who just watches it go down and leaves someone alone to deal in what is hell by themselves, well, you just suck, and you don't deserve me as a friend or a girlfriend. You know I'm talking to you. You couldn't figure out a way to talk to me? You left me alone in hell? I just spit on all men, they aren't worth it anymore (no I am not interested in being a lesbian, they annoy me and they usually are even more pussy and stupid and rude than men).
Oh my heart does feel so broken, it's the same as Straight, no one gets it, people say they wouldn't give in to Straight, they don't understand Straight, they don't understand what it is like to be a victim of gang stalking either. If anyone gets Shawn Hornbeck, it's US, STRAIGHT SURVIVORS!
And I really think a lot of people suck right now because there are people reading this (James Kochalka?) who know some shit. Gang stalking is EVERY part of the harassment, even the people, ESPECIALLY the people who thought they were helping me out by referring to shit in my presence like this or that to let me know J.P. and them really had pulled some shit on me, god you suck, fuck you for hinting around, I DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY DID. I never saw or heard the tapes of the conversations that so obviously got passed around, I have no idea, it was just hell there, a total nightmare, and if anyone wants to give me some kind of peace, I really still am in hell because I am alone, I don't know where to move where they won't find me and I just can't take it, so please contact Cassandra who can put you in touch with me because I have met her in person and she can tell me what you say or something and then I can decide if I think I will talk to you or not and she knows for sure if it is me you are talking to.
I know Straight survivors know how much pain it is at a certain point, whatever kind of nervous breakdown you have, and that scum Brian Zareva should really get something, whatever, I have to watch my words but I feel totally exploited by him and by whoever else was involved in that shit because I just wanted to go out on the town a little bit I never asked for the shit they pulled on me, it got immensely, inhumanly painful.
But on the other hand it shows me what people are really made of, I just watch and watch, like my aunt and uncle I was talking to them on the phone, I was homeless an hour away from where they live and they never invited me over, they were just like giving me suggestions of social service agencies and then they say "we love you!" and good bye. No, it really has been an eye-opener for me. I say thank you after I hang up the phone, thank you for the information of how much I actually mean to you, thank you for the information of your cold, cold ways. I LIKE seeing what people really are made of, it is INTERESTING to me, hugely disappointing, but information that I might otherwise not have gotten for years, thank you for teaching me all about America.
It is really too bad about the gang stalking because I ran into Bill the guitar player I met in Burlington, we hung out with J.P. too, and there he was busking on the downtown mall in C-ville which is so much like Burlington, and he walked me home and gave me an umbrella and said if he hears a branch snap in the woods where he is sleeping it just makes him be more alert. It just so happened that I was sitting on the back porch smoking a cigarette later and I heard a branch snap, now there are not any cats in the neighborhood making that happen, and also pebbles rolling off the car another night.
Brian Zareva, I am not through with you. You will see your name here and another place too because you and Troy and Erin Hannigan couldn't be bothered to tell me what your game was all about, changing your middle name from "Alexander" to "Thomas" and then Troy says you don't have one. It isn't any coincidence that I heard pieces of that conversation come back, Brian. And tell your girlfriend "Lassie", please tell her she is whacked but thank her for letting me know my pupils are constricted. I think someone was poisoning me, because weed does not do that.
That's all for now I guess it hurts and I never deserved any of it and I will not lay out the actually more severe incidents here because they are simply too serious, but they have been documented and sent to more than one lawyer, and every thing I remembered has been sent to lawyers, and just as I have laid out some things here, everything is getting laid out, I write down plates, makes and models, whether or not it is a coincidence that a white van with VA plates parked next to me where I am staying now, and I am not in VA anymore, I don't need to know, I don't even need to waste my time wondering, I write it down and mail it off. It's already done, I have very very sensitive radar, and although I might have been confused at the time you were fucking with my head, I heard every last word.
At first I thought this was some kind of joke, someone just ranting and writing a crazy post, but whoever you are, I feel very sorry for the position you find yourself in. I think you may have more of a problem than just someone stalking you though. I hope you get some help, I really do.
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What do you call a Somolian walking a dog?
A vegetarian
What do you call a Somolian walking three dogs?
Mr. Mayor
What do you call a Somalian holding the leash for four dogs?
Beth's new connection!
Seriously now folks, I have to come clean. I started this whole gang stalking shit when I was still in the second grade in Largo Florida in the spring of 1970. Me and my friends thought it would be funny to fuck with the ice cream man. We would hear him coming from up the street and we would run behind the houses and get ahead of him, use bushes and trees and stuff for cover and yell STOP!!!
He would hit the brakes and look all around for some kid waving a dollar, and we would be behind the bushes laughing our asses off.
Up the road the next wave of my buddies would be waiting to do the same thing. The poor fucker had a nervous breakdown and moved to Vermont. At least that's what I heard.
:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:
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:roll: Relax Beth. Nobody really gives a shit where you are or what you're doing. Ya just ain't that interesting.
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It's hard to communicate with somebody when he thinks you're a diabolical mind-control agent and you're convinced that he's a little bit paranoid. --R.A. Wilson
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Beth, I don't have your current number. Good to hear from you, though. At least I know you're still breathing and eating.
Honest to God, though, I think you're spotting random coincidence and trying to make connections that aren't there. Ppl pick up on your agitated state, it makes them nervous and some of them fuck with you. It's just a sad fact of human nature, people are bastards sometimes.
Just have fun with it. If you think somebody's following you around, stop at a donut shop, klatch for way too long, tell some interesting and untrue stories and see if they come back to you. Next time, do the same but, on your way out, tell the cashier you were supposed to meet a friend there that day and buy him/her a cup of coffee in case they show up later asking about you.
Either that or just fucking ignore it and have fun watching the show.
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beth - take some meds. You are delusional. Believe me, no one stalks you. No one would waste their time trying to stalk you. no one fucking cares enough to do that. BTW - been to Gainesville lately? LOL
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I don't really care about all these comments. People think they know but they don't know. There were factually people harassing me outside my house and unless my dogs are all delusional too that is a fact. I have done my best to be peaceful amid a lot of fuckheads, and that might be my biggest problem. I think we could discuss that a little bit, I think when people are used to making allowances for abusive people they can endure way too much without handling it properly. I was watching X-Files last night. Scully is stuck in a town in the middle of nowhere and the guy put water in her gas tank and she confronted him right off. She knew something was up and didn't let anyone hoodwink her. I tended to let people lie and play games because I figured they had a reason, and also because I was shocked and couldn't confront it directly at the time. It got too confusing. I know I have let my mom abuse me for years, and we fight and make up, fight and make up, and there just isn't anymore forbearance for that, there can't be because it's sick. She doesn't get it, she never will, she kicks me harder and harder the further down I get. So, many lessons learned. Now before you give advice to someone who was stalked, maybe you should know what you are talking about. It has been helpful just to read a list of symptoms that show up, like hypervigilance. That totally happened to me, and unless it has happened to you, you just really don't know what it is like. Maybe the right "therapist" or whatever could have helped me approach the situation better but I was getting slammed left and right and didn't have much other than for getting through, and the two psych professionals I did see over the past few years, once each, were disgustingly manipulative, a real turn off. I have a right to feel the way I do, I have a right to be really disappointed in people. I'm godammed tired and if anyone has a good home to give a dog, let me know.
Scully had a gun to take to bed with her. I sure wished I had kept in touch with misbehaver, many times I wished I had kept in touch with misbehaver. Some people have seen more and don't jump to the conclusion that someone is delusional.
I did have a lot to think about. I thought about when I was posting as Pietra and got mercilessly trolled by Todd Brown, who works at DHS in Texas. I had to wonder about that. I look back on my reaction, so different than it would be now, and I wonder if he taught me to punch back. I wonder if he was for real experimenting on me with psychological techniques. There can't be any real rhyme or reason to the things that go on here, certainly it is first of all a surreal medium in which we are communicating, then on top of that many of us just fucking get rocked by historical pain. That psychology of torture article, as someone else put it, hit me right between the eyes. I too had the problem with conception of time. I couldn't feel history. I didn't remember a lot of it, and I didn't know what it meant that I didn't remember it. Well I am not putting it into words very well right now. I do have a lot of forbearance in my heart, and I think people know what I mean, because we have seen the worst sides of ourselves and suffered seeing it and blamed ourselves and tried to understand and study brainwashing and come to peace, we can't help but see that abusive people got started somewhere, but still in them is a child that was lost along the way, and regaining ourselves we see that potential in other people too. So I tend less to hold grudges. On the other hand I waste my time appealing to the best in people who are hurting me and won't stop.
All I want right now is sanctuary. I used to wish so much for that, times when I lived in the hell state (Fairfax County, VA, one of Dante's rungs of hell) I longed for the woods and the mountains, I wanted to curl up in the moss. But like Angelina Jolie said, I would be ashamed to think I had anything to complain about. It's a life, it's really okay, and beyond that it really is okay and good to seek out what makes me happy, my inner life really does count, dreams and desires and intuitions and instincts are real. That aspect of my humanness is something the cult created personality felt derisive towards for a long, long time, and when not derisive, I was just afraid, in the way I know some people here understand, afraid to let any of those dreams and desires get spoken aloud because they would just get abused and killed again.
I want to get it right, the fine line between speaking my truth, protecting myself, and making allowances for other people. I don't believe in vengeance, but sometimes I want it. I don't think being a shrinking violet will save the world anymore than allowing abusive people to get away with abuse rather than being held accountable will. I want to know a different way among humans, and studying anthropology with some good professors has given me some good information, but I want it in person. By the way, David Graeber, an anarchist anthropology professor fired from Yale for his radical views, is a Straight survivor; I hope to get my hands on his books one of these days soon. I think some of us could have endless conversations, like about the reverberations between individual human drives and social institutions and the co-creation of culture.
Being fucked with isn't fun, and it is exhausting precisely because I knew it was happening but I couldn't call it because Brian Zareva had already lied to me so much it traumatized me, and because I couldn't, I couldn't take one more person saying "I don't know what you're talking about". It really was like Chinese water torture, drip, drip, drip. My mind really did get tripped out and that is the real horrifying cruelty of it, absolutely horrifying. If it has never happened to you, you just don't know. It made me sick. I could hardly eat anymore from the shock.
I do thank you for your forbearance while I sort out who was fucking with me versus coincidence. I may have incorrectly identified Lisa Phillips because I saw things from our phone conversations go up here in wierd ways, but having had the experience of hearing another cell phone conversation while I was on my phone near someone else who was on their phone, I am starting to understand what really could have been happening. I just don't know. I know Lisa was a very good friend to me when we talked. I hope if anyone has something to tell me they won't be scared to tell me. They could help put things together so I feel a little better, even if they did do something bad to me, or something they thought was good at the time that turned out messed up.
This has all given me a lot to think about. Even your enemies can teach you things. As Russell Means' father said to him (I don't have the book, Where White Men Fear to Tread, so I will hope to get this close to right): "If anything bad happens to you, it's your own fault for being so stupid. But if you learn something from it, nothing bad really happened."
I go into shops, I meet beautiful people, I see their hearts shining in their beautiful eyes. Everything is ending, everything is beginning. Pray for good homes for my dogs, and a good place for me. I miss my dance floors and ballet classes most of all. I could really use a bag of weed, too. I thank you. Namaste, mitakuye oyasin, and leave room for some Irish brawlin' too.
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Books by David Graeber, Straight survivor:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/ ... enstevensh (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0972819649/dhalgrenstevensh)
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Pray for good homes for my dogs, and a good place for me. I miss my dance floors and ballet classes most of all. I could really use a bag of weed, too. I thank you. Namaste, mitakuye oyasin, and leave room for some Irish brawlin' too.
I hope you & your dogs find a good place to be.
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All I want right now is sanctuary. I used to wish so much for that, times when I lived in the hell state (Fairfax County, VA, one of Dante's rungs of hell) I longed for the woods and the mountains, I wanted to curl up in the moss. But like Angelina Jolie said, I would be ashamed to think I had anything to complain about. It's a life, it's really okay, and beyond that it really is okay and good to seek out what makes me happy, my inner life really does count, dreams and desires and intuitions and instincts are real. That aspect of my humanness is something the cult created personality felt derisive towards for a long, long time, and when not derisive, I was just afraid, in the way I know some people here understand, afraid to let any of those dreams and desires get spoken aloud because they would just get abused and killed again.
I want to get it right, the fine line between speaking my truth, protecting myself, and making allowances for other people. I don't believe in vengeance, but sometimes I want it. I don't think being a shrinking violet will save the world anymore than allowing abusive people to get away with abuse rather than being held accountable will. I want to know a different way among humans, and studying anthropology with some good professors has given me some good information, but I want it in person. By the way, David Graeber, an anarchist anthropology professor fired from Yale for his radical views, is a Straight survivor; I hope to get my hands on his books one of these days soon. I think some of us could have endless conversations, like about the reverberations between individual human drives and social institutions and the co-creation of culture.
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Interesting.
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You know you are in my prayers, Beth. ::heart::
P.S. Find weed soon!!! :wink:
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In Support of Professor David Graeber
Wednesday, May 11 2005 @ 08:04 AM PDT
Contributed by: Admin
Recently David Graeber and I wrote an article together attempting to explain why anarchist ideas have received almost no attention in the academy. When you think of it, academia is full of Marxist radicals, but only a handful of professed anarchists.
In Support of David Graeber
by Andrej Grubacic
Recently David Graeber and I wrote an article together attempting to explain why anarchist ideas have received almost no attention in the academy. When you think of it, academia is full of Marxist radicals, but only a handful of professed anarchists. We came to a conclusion that it must have something to do with anarchism's concern with forms of practice; with its insistence that one's means most be consonant with one's ends; with its stubborn rejection of the idea that we can create freedom through authoritarian means, embracing instead the position that we should embody the society we wish to create. All of this does not square very well with operating within a university. The university has survived in much the same form since the middle ages, waging intellectual battles at conferences, re-enforcing class distinctions, making cabalistic decisions in secret rooms. As we stated in our article: "At the very least, one would imagine being an openly anarchist professor would mean challenging the way universities are run and that, of course, is going to get one in far more trouble than anything one could ever write".
Ironically enough, as if he was testing his own hypothesis, internationally respected anarchist anthropologist, David Graeber, was fired from Yale University a few days ago. Of course, that wasn't the official explanation. The official one reads that "his contract wasn't renewed" because of his lack of "collegiality". If you would allow me to translate this: the "lack of collegiality" that David had showed was when he was trying to defend his graduate students who were graduate union organizers. Union organizers are regularly targeted at Yale. When one brilliant graduate student organizer was almost kicked out for clearly fabricated reasons, David Graeber was the only member of her committee with the courage to openly stand up for her at that committee meeting, and then later at a faculty meeting. On david Graeber's behalf, Yale graduate students have initiated a petition which has been signed by almost all graduate and good number of undergraduate students of anthropology.
So, why has David Graeber been given the boot? To begin with the obvious, he is an unrepentant anarchist. David Graeber was one of the spokespeople for the Anti Capitalist Convergence during the World Economic Forum protests in New York. He was an activist with Direct Action Network. He is one of the founding members of the Peoples Global Action infopoint in New York. And he had authored many essays and articles on anarchism. But he never did any organizing or activism on campus.
What perhaps was David Graeber's greatest crime was simply his apparently over optimistic belief that he could remain true to his anarchist principles within the academy. Graeber believes that graduate school should be more than a training camp for becoming a commodity on the academic market. Rather it should also be about joy and creativity. Anyone who goes through a graduate program knows that such institutions are all about socialization as an academic, much of which requires the destruction of the sense of joy and creativity in learning, thinking and imagining that draws people to become scholars in the first place. For certain, some universities are worse then others. For various reasons, Yale seems to specialize in this kind of soul-crushing sport.
David Graeber offered his students an alternative model. He believes that it's possible to be an academic intellectual and not an academic prostitute, that it is possible not to sacrifice everything that makes life enjoyable, that it is possible to be both intellectually productive and politically committed. Given such convictions, is it little wonder that David Graeber was given the boot?
As a close friend of David's, I have witnessed a somewhat frantic activity on the behalf of a few members of the Yale faculty to have him fired. Not incidentally, these faculty members have not been speaking to David since his name was mentioned in the papers in conjunction with the WEF protests three years ago. But ostracizing him was difficult. Not only because of few decent colleagues who ardently defended him. Since that time David has published two well respected books and articles in dozens of languages. Last year the Yale bureaucracy renewed David's contract for only two years, citing his behavior as not being in accordance with Yale's "academic ethics" and said that his contract might be extended two more years if he improved "his behavior".
Last Tuesday a meeting was held to consider David's reappointment. Only senior faculty were allowed to attend and David was not permitted to respond to his accusations, nor where his accusers expected to present evidence. After an extended slander fest, participants seem to have concluded that it doesn't really matter if the accusations are false and trivial, because his presence is clearly divisive thus it would be safer to just kick him out.
As someone who has spent many wonderful moments with David, I am certainly not neutral here. But neither should you be. This issue extends beyond the academic career of David Graeber. And beyond the price one may have to pay for advocating anarchism in the academy. In this country, at this exciting and surreal point of its history, this could happen, as it already has, on so many different levels, to anybody who refuses to participate in the Salem-like atmosphere that is being systematically promoted in institutions like Yale, or Columbia, or Colorado. To support David Graeber is to say that we have had enough of this nation-wide persecution of leftist professors, accused of 'falsifying' their "Native American identity", of supporting anti-Semitism, or of being anarchists. To support David Graeber means to support academic freedom and to reject the conformist dictate of fear and obedience in the US academy.
http://www.infoshop.org/inews/article.p ... 1080430925 (http://www.infoshop.org/inews/article.php?story=20050511080430925)
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One afternoon in Burlington I parked on Maple Ave just below Church St. to pick up a friend. I was about to cross the street but waited for a white sedan taxi to pass, who honked at me. Nothing altogether unusual in being honked at. However, maybe half an hour later, driving east on Main St, with my friend in the car, the same taxi pulled up even with my car in the right lane, and yelled out "Put out that cigarette!" We were both smoking, and it was May or June so the windows were rolled down. He fell back and then shortly was next to us again, passing my car, and yelled out "Thank you!" Malibu was in that taxi, we could see him in the passenger seat. The thing that was really wierd for me is that I had been going crazy a couple of months before, hearing all kinds of voices outside my house. I attributed it to the medication I was on for a few months that gave me a lot of other symptoms too. I was by the stove, the fan was on, and I heard very distinctly a man's voice yell "Put out that cigarette!" At that time I could not really believe that someone was outside, I mean, I heard the voice, but I couldn't believe someone would actually be outside yelling that. I lived on a two-lane road, about ten yards from the road and the "front" side of the house faced horse pastures. There was a lane beyond the "front" yard that went from the barn to the riding ring. When I got off the medication, I spoke to RTP and Lisa about some of the wierd things I had "heard" on the medication, so I don't know if someone overheard those phone calls and the taxi driver was reconstructing something I had hallucinated at the time, or if there had been someone out there in the night who yelled that.
Now considering the staged "stop smoking" leaflet incident, and the man who saw me smoking this morning and went on tiresomely in his old-man-with-a-fifties-hairstyle way about the increased dangers of smoking to women, I think this might be a "sensitization" thing, where the tactic is to "sensitize" me to "stop smoking" messages. These incidents are undeniable, obvious, and similar in that the men appear to be the kind that have unsatisfactory sex lives and have to play power games to get a thrill.
I will say that it is annoying. I will say that it is creepy, and if these men are comfortable in the category of "creep" -- believe me, women would agree with me, we are always spotting this type and agreeing with each other -- then that's fine if that is what they always wanted to grow up to be: unattractive to women, aging creeps. If they are happy that they grew up from all their high school dreams of being a hero and having a nice life and all that to be what they are today, pathetic masons whose secret wish (and probably secret society) is to suck each other off, that's great.
I am not talking about growing old and losing beauty in the standard sense that youth is more physically beautiful, because I like the kind of old that you can feel they are a nice granddad, that kind I like, it makes me nostalgic for my own grandparents, for the safe feeling of trips to aunts and uncles when I was a kid, when the families and generations were gathered, when you go to bed you can still hear the voices of the grown-ups, they love you and love the bugs and leaves you find and take you to the river or take everyone out for ice cream and stuff like that. Granddads know their place is proud and honorable.
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Here is some more information about why I think gang stalking and community policing are more than likely a source of one and the same thing.
Here is a really quick and brief explanation of what I posted to someone else on another forum.
I will agree to the fact that gang stalking, has nothing to do with mind control. It's a perfectly explainable phenomenon.
Gang Stalking is no different than what happened in this article here.
http://www.iht.com/articles/2006/08/14/news/korea.php (http://www.iht.com/articles/2006/08/14/news/korea.php)
The only difference in my book is that what I am seeing in my city
and I believe is the same in other cities, is organised and being
done by community policing, or some other kind of community
mobilization initiative.
http://www.rcmp-grc.gc.ca/speeches/sp_cacp_3_e.htm (http://www.rcmp-grc.gc.ca/speeches/sp_cacp_3_e.htm)
http://www.rcmp-grc.gc.ca/speeches/sp_fbinaa_e.htm (http://www.rcmp-grc.gc.ca/speeches/sp_fbinaa_e.htm)
Ever since the RCMP and CSIS over here in Canada have taught the local police the dirty tricks of the trade, we have the snitches,
businesses, politicians, the police and others all working together
to control the state. The same thing is happening in the US. The
CIA, FBI, have also taught the police what is called intelligence
based policing. This is happening in many places.
http://www.kersplebedeb.com/mystuff/police/pdq-eng.PDF (http://www.kersplebedeb.com/mystuff/police/pdq-eng.PDF)
CARESSING THE COMMUNITY WITH AN IRON FIST
?Savvy law enforcement types realized that under the community policing rubric, cops, community groups, local companies, private foundations, citizen informants and federal agencies could form alliances without causing public outcry.? Covert Action Quarterly, summer 1997.
Every observation that I can make about gang stalking can be backed up with articles or pdf readings that I have been able to find
online.
Right down to the one handed signing that they do.
There signaling is fully coordinated, I do believe the signing
is more like the Talking Hands signing, than the stasi signals.
Talking hands is a one handed sign language the police use to
communicate, when they are covertly observing a suspect.
This sign language is based on the language the police use is
based on what the hearing impaired use in public to communicate.
This hand signing in some US cities, is being taught as a part of
free courses that citizens can take.
Also based on the RCMP report on intelligence based policing, they
want to have citizens out everywhere keeping an eye on things. Eg.
The article mentioned they want kids in parks, keeping an eye on
things, people out walking their dogs, keeping an eye on things. They basically want people to be out, covertly keeping an eye on things.
They will look like the average person walking the dog, pushing the
baby carriage, but they will be the spies and eyes for the police and
the community. This can be a good thing or a bad thing.
As far as I am concerned based on my observation, and research, this is being done by the state, and these programs, of initiatives we now have, such as. Citizen corp, weed and seed, city watch, community policing, Intelligence lead policing, etc. These efforts are happening world wide. They even have initiatives to curb anti-social behaviour, and to decide what is and is not acceptable. In the UK they are now even putting people into "sin bins" for bad behaviour.
http://www.informationliberation.com/?id=17714 (http://www.informationliberation.com/?id=17714)
Just before Hitler came to power a lot of the same disturbing stuff
was happening in Germany.
The other theory I just came across is that these crazy groups,
who seem to think they are on the side of the law, because
the police do protect them, are going after people they think are
mental.
Really from what I can see they are provoking people, and even if
people are not mental to begin with, they are trying to give them
break downs, and I do from what I have read, now understand that
companies can have people placed under covert observation, and even communities can have people placed under covert observation. This practices can make sense to a degree, but gang stalking goes outside of that, and you have some real problem people, trying to hurt others, getting them to act violent and then making it look like they were the problems in the first place.
Just like all other systems, this I am sure started with good
intentions, but when you have a bunch of people high on empowerment and no rules to keep them in check, you are going to get situations like this. People are also so busy, many are not aware of these community mobilization programs.
These program reach out to youth groups, churches, senior groups, community watch, etc. That is why we see all these various sorts of gang stalkers. It's organised all right, and the people perhaps do not all realise that they are hurting innocent people.
Some are probably doing what they are suppose to do, and just covertly monitoring people, but the rest seem to be going out of their way to provoke people, to see if they can generate a response, not maybe realising why that person is reacting the way that they are.
Remember most of these people have average, or below average intelligence and can't understand why the color red upsets someone, or key's being jangled, or loud coughing, or specific words. In their limited minds such actions, must mean the person is crazy, many people don't understand classical conditioning or things like this, so if they hear someone is crazy, violent, a drug dealing etc, they don't have the reasoning or mental acumen to question any of it.
I firmly believe that abuse in these programs, which large chunks of the population are taking a part in, is what we are seeing behind gang stalking.
These people can signal to each other to let each other know who the target is, they also can signal and let each other know what the target is sensitive to. Then for some reason just like what we see in other forms of mobbing, some go out of their way to incite a reaction from said target. Others will work on creating a reaction to a stimuli that was not previously there.
I believe these activities is outside of the guidelines, mandates, and functions that these people are given to perform.
However there is such a frequency of occurrence that I think the problem has become extremely widespread and it should be looked into by some governing agency, before there is an epidemic occurrence of this, just like the situation in Korea. 1 in 10 had reported that sort of harassment.
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For some reason be it just or unjust, you have probably caught the eyes of one of these groups and now you are most likely being targeted.
What most people don't realise is that community based policing is now happening in many democratic countries around the world. The police can no longer offer all that communities require on their own, they are understaffed in some cases, and even if they could get enough police into a community it's still often not enough to fulfill the needs of the community.
Along with the already hectic problems of policing, they are being called on from higher up's, such as the CIA, FBI, Homeland security, RCMP, CSIS, MI5, whatever country you live in to do something called intelligence based policing. This is basically the lower police being taught some of the covert tricks of the trade. They are being asked to also look out for terrorist, organised crime rings, etc. They are realising that what happens on a lower community level, often has ties to what ends up having to be investigated by higher levels of security.
Once the police were taught the tricks of the trade, and remember these guys have some real dirty tricks, Cointelpro rings a bell. They are now doing community policing, which is going out into communities and getting cozy with those people so they can become empowered to take care of their communities the way they see fit.
What does this have to do with you? If for some reason you make enemies, your employer things you could be a problem, because you are going to snitch on them, or just you cross the wrong person with the right connection, you can then be set up for covert/overt observation. Keep in mine officially you are set up for this stuff, because you are a danger, a criminal, terrorist, pedophile, crazy, into drugs etc. This is what people are told about you, but in reality, you could be an innocent person, and the person with the right connections, decides to ruin your life.
This would mean that you are followed around and this can happen for some time. Now I think you are suppose to be followed around in
a respectful manner and not harassed, but this does not happen, you have these people harassing you, and trying to make you look crazy. They use things like ultrasonic devices to harass. http://www.hightechharassment.com (http://www.hightechharassment.com)
They also use gang stalking to try to make it look like you are going crazy, or that you are violent or dangerous. They will do this to get you out of the community, or out of your job, it can and often does affect every aspect of your life.
Most people don't realise how far spread these initiatives are. In the US citizen corp, http://www.citizencorp.com (http://www.citizencorp.com) think that with all the different branches they have in place, youth groups, religious groups, community groups etc, that they have about 70% corporation from the population. That's a really high number taking part in these programs, who can potentially be used for the wrong or right purpose.
The police will not help, because they are working with these community groups, and initiatives and just like they do what they can to protect each other, they also protect these groups and they will try to make you seem crazy if you try to complain about multiple stalking or gang stalking. These groups make the lives of the police easy, because they have spies and ears everywhere. They have average citizens watching each other, watching their neighbourhoods, businesses, etc. It's one large ass crazy spy network, that can be used for the purposes of good, but often that is not what is happening.
These people in the case of gang stalking, use this network to harass, stalk and mob people they thing do not belong, or that they believe is a bad person. You can visit these sites to learn about gang stalking. http://www.gangstalking.ca (http://www.gangstalking.ca) or http://www.gangstalkingworld.com (http://www.gangstalkingworld.com)
The other thing you will notice is because so many people are taking part in these programs, and are often sworn to secrecy, this is not getting discussed openly, or actively. You have businesses, companies, local communities, and all those little groups that form communities taking part in this stuff. Church groups, youth groups, seniors groups, you name it, they are probably taking part. You have citizen police academies, citizen on patrol programs, programs where civic workers are asked to keep an eye on things in their day to day lives, and all others happening and getting coordinated together.
Most people that are a part of this, think it's great, and they can not understand the harm they are inflicting on someone, because the role they play is often very small and seemingly harmless, then you have the others, who understand all too well what they are doing and are going out of their way's to drive people to suicide. This is what we have on going in our society today.
If you are being gang stalking, you have somehow gotten on the radar of these people, either legitimately, or more than likely none legitimately, the problem is they won't care if you are innocent or guilty, they will believe what they are told, and follow along accordingly.
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I followed the AFAFA article except for all that remote viewing and electrical stimulation stuff. I don't know how anyone could verify any of that, and I speculate that it could be a fear tactic, not knowing the veracity of whatever unverified source. But if the idea is to give a target one more thing to fear and sound crazy about, great idea.
I do follow you with the Discovery Channel/Full Metal Jacket thing, but artists are always doing wierd shit like that, totally unconsciously, and I could see someone pointing it out to the artist and they're like "oh yeah! I saw that movie a few months before I started the Discovery Channel project."
I did figure something out while I was writing a bunch of stuff. I had PTSD by the age of thirteen, and was constantly triggered in the presence of my parents, which is why my life felt like hell, and I started dissociating about two years before I went into Straight. I think the effects of gang stalking have been unbelievably severe on me because of my fragile state to begin with. Despite my reservations about the more bizarre things in the article, thank you for posting. I think the whole subject I have been bringing up here has really unnerved some other survivors. I think the key question is how is a target going to psychically survive and recover.
In this town I already have someone gaslighting around the number two. I have met women in churches doing charitable fundraising who think it is okay to lie and change their stories. Maybe because her native language isn't English, that's okay with me. But don't tell me you didn't say something you did say, I am quite tired of that. Attribute it to something else, but I am going to think you are stupid or quite rude if you try to bluff me. Fuck you. I'm not the mentally ill one in the scenario, Betsy.
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I think the whole subject I have been bringing up here has really unnerved some other survivors.
:rofl:
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That IS funny on the one level, yet oddly enough, I HAVE heard of things like this happening to another person who was an ex-client of Straight. What I was told sounded creepy as hell.
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Twice now, in the motel where I am staying, someone in dark clothing stands in their doorway with the door open just enough to show they are standing there. When I walk by, they close the door. I confronted the guy who did it this afternoon, he had on all dark clothes, tall guy with red hair and glasses (unattractive too, again my theory that these men have very poor sex lives and get off by their creepiness). Supposedly he was "checking out the room" before he paid to stay, but the lights were out in the room when I pushed the door open a little. Creepy! Someone did the same thing at the same motel last week. Another scam artist stole cash off me, I thought he was a nice guy, he brought beers and we talked for a while. He was scamming for a place to stay for the night. He told me he had a room there on the other side, but I checked it out (unfortunately after he left) and he wasn't staying there. Just a scam artist. He had the same darkness in the skin around his eyes. I don't know if that is a sign of a particular vitamin deficiency, or a crystal meth thing, or if he really was just a young homeless man down on his luck.
I think some of the "church ladies" I have been talking about might not be, the evil ones I think are Masons' wives. That's what I think, I'll have to look into it more to be sure. There was one at the grocery store in Charlottesville, one of those middle-aged ladies who looks a little too manly, too aggressive to be pretty anymore. Too bad. The ones who gave me nicer vibes (one or two of the women in Vermont) I think were participating ignorantly.
It is too bad about all of this. I have never had to look at human meanness and deceit so much. But I think essentially RTP is right in that things are a matter of perspective. On the other hand, kindness goes a long way, it's real. When I am on edge and another motel guest greets me and says "it sure is nice out today!" it really does touch something.
I found out one of the people being wierd to me in Burlington, lying, changing his stories around, just got locked up for stalking and lewd and lascivious against another woman, not his first offense. I had thought he was a friend. Now I am just disturbed.
By the way, Justin and Dan, I'm not stupid, I'm just taking stock of you.
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This is getting to be a fascinating topic!
I thought the Citizens On Patrol thing was pretty creepy when I first heard of it back in Pompano. WTF do you think will happen when you take the neighborhood busy bodies and hook them up with little walkie talkies and pseudo-police powers? So then I come to find out that Drug Free America Foundation (fka Straight, Inc.) has been involved in spreading this particular brand of stupidity throughout the land. Thanks to my good friends at Media Awareness Project, they got punked out pretty good when they tried to take their road show to Vancouver, though.
http://ideas-canada.ca/ (http://ideas-canada.ca/)
The silliest thing about it all, though, and the most disturbing to me is that no one seems to see the obvious, simple solution.
Keeping an eye on things, spying on older kids, gossiping and spreading news is what kids used to do. It just wasn't organized and they weren't reporting to any authorities, unless we ran across something more frightening than catching your older sister necking w/ her bf behind a tree. Then the authority was usually an older relative or neighbor, not any agency of government.
Then there were the nebbish old ladies always calling our moms whenever the kids played their music too loud or anything out of sorts seemed to be going on when mom was out.
Now? People hide in their houses, scared of everything and they impose this fear onto the kids. My daughter just got suspended again under the zero tolerance for going out to your car to retrieve any object rule. I asked about this; homeland security, don'tchya know! Can't be too carefull. Sure, she was just getting her homework, but it might have been anything! Guns, drugs, plastique! Ya just never know! :roll: I asked a guy working out on the street to snap a pic of me for a promo I was doing. His initial response was that he can't get involved in anything like that. Now this was nothing torrid or lurid or anything. Here's the ad
I asked him if he goes through life being that paranoid all the time. He said "Yeah, these days ya have to." I finally talked him into it, pointing out that he wouldn't be in the picture, so he really wouldn't be 'involved' and that I'd ask Sheba to do it and I'm sure she'd be glad to, if only she had an opposable digit.
http://pittsburgh.craigslist.org/pts/267904295.html (http://pittsburgh.craigslist.org/pts/267904295.html)
We have this shit covered, believe me, just relying on normal, spontanious social interaction. We just have to go AWOL from the Paranoia Army and get back to acting like social creatures.
(I think I've got the car sold, still hoping for a ride to Molly Brannigan's, heh)
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Oh yeah, the Masons were definitely having a suck fest tonight. Poor boys. Why don't you move to the big city if you can't get laid in this town? None of you are THAT unattractive, sorry if some old men have perverted the younger lot. Here's what you do: Lose some weight, first of all. Second of all, stop being such losers.
Brought to you live from: McNeill's Pub in Brattleboro, suckfest Mason hangout.
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This is getting to be a fascinating topic!
I thought the Citizens On Patrol thing was pretty creepy
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088680/plotsummary (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088680/plotsummary)
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The silliest thing about it all, though, and the most disturbing to me is that no one seems to see the obvious, simple solution.
Keeping an eye on things, spying on older kids, gossiping and spreading news is what kids used to do. It just wasn't organized and they weren't reporting to any authorities, unless we ran across something more frightening than catching your older sister necking w/ her bf behind a tree. Then the authority was usually an older relative or neighbor, not any agency of government.
Then there were the nebbish old ladies always calling our moms whenever the kids played their music too loud or anything out of sorts seemed to be going on when mom was out.
The people from the neighborhood where the kidnapped boy was living for four years are thinking the same thing. They didn't take enough notice of who was who and who was doing what. Don't you think in another era or another place the women of the neighborhood would have made it their business to know why that kid was not in school, and to ask him where his mom was?
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The people from the neighborhood where the kidnapped boy was living for four years are thinking the same thing. They didn't take enough notice of who was who and who was doing what. Don't you think in another era or another place the women of the neighborhood would have made it their business to know why that kid was not in school, and to ask him where his mom was?
Shit, I know it! In the town where I grew up, there was a girl a few years older than me who, evidently, looked and even carried herself remarkably like me. So much so that my brother once swerved across a lane of traffic, cutting off a cop, to stop "me" from stepping out in front of traffic with a bag full of coke bottles. A friend of my other brother got into an argument with "me" and almost got thrown out of the bank. He was asking "me" about how a 15yo kid could hold a job as a bank teller. I caught endless shit from neighbors telling my parents they had spotted me here, there, everywhere outside of my boundaries. Nothing this girl did escaped the rumor mill. Later in life, she was a stripper at the Playpen. I've always wondered what happened to her. Never did meet up with her. And that's probably all for the best; might have caused a singularity and caused the universe to implode.
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Nother reason why we all are sort of obliged to look out for each other as best we can. A lot of this shit may sound really fucking crazy and literally unbelievable. And some of it might actually be delusion or deception or some such. BUT....
(big but)
Don't we all know from hard personal experience that some people living and breathing on this planet really are capable of this order of fuckery? I mean, come on! Anyone who doesn't believe in conspiracy has to be a holocaust denier. Was the haulocaust not a broad conspiracy against Jews, Gypsies, blacks, the mentally challenged and a few other scapegoats?
But it happened.
People are fuuuuuked up sometimes!
And it can happen again. Even here in America and now in the 21st Century. If you don't think so then we're halfway there.
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Time for Neighborhood Block Party. 8-)
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You gaslighting again?
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You gaslighting again?
No, I'm talking to Cassandra. Crawl back in your hole.
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FEMA privatized prison camps...Lawyers cant even get in to see inmates