Introduction
This blog site is about an ongoing saga of gang stalking and a “sonic” harassment that is straight out of “The Outer Limits” or “The Twilight Zone” and is unbelievable in most North American societies.
What I am trying to prove here is that the local governments train all of us to believe what they want us to believe, and that our law enforcement is actually ten years more advanced than what we are led to think, or even dare to understand.
Although descriptive, this blog is not about the actual weaponry that the local authorities possess, it is an account by a victim that is describing the effects.
In diary form, I type a daily journal of the kinds of harassment I have been suffering from for the last SEVEN YEARS, that began in September of 2002. I started this blog in October of 2009, recovering bits and pieces of letters, files, and other data I have accumulated during those years.
Initially, the reason I started writing this journal was a result of asking the State and Federal authorities for help, only to be told to keep a journal for their viewing and to show a pattern of harassment. In so doing, I usually indicate the “who, what, where, why, and how” not to simply jot down the dialogue of the individuals- although it really appears to be a release of the stress and anger I have toward this kind of surveillance and why.
Often times, during the course of reading these posts, you will get the impression I am addressing my audience, or pointing fingers. No, since the gang stalkers violate my privacy and monitor my internet activity, I am simply “replying in writing” by typing up documents that are in regard to their nocturnal visits. These “daily accounts” are mostly fear tactics using other unbelievable technologies that would easily land any formerly sane individual in a psychiatric ward.
During their visits, you strongly wonder how they are accomplishing their tasks, and they wake you to listen as they report all of the things that would be of interest to them, and issues that you would rather not discuss openly in public. You are forced to listen to their diatribe and you cannot plug your ears- which makes the situation not only unbelievable but challenges your emotional and mental resolve to its limits.
You are conditioned since childhood that police and law enforcement are above-board and have very strict checks and balances so that the “bad cops” are easily “weeded out.” No. The police are a society just like any other, and with the unions they belong to, they are very difficult to be disciplined unless you have both witnesses and video proof. The fact they wield a badge alone makes them a very trustworthy strata, as the courts will believe them well before the citizens who take the stand. They are a close knitted bunch, and will stick up for themselves like a wall of bricks- regardless if they know their fellow officers might be out of line or not.
What happens when these “bad cops” have weaponry that will not leave a bruise, or a cut- yet cause just as much pain as a good kick in the crotch?
The final barrier in which our self-defense lies is in the mind- nobody can get in there but us…not anymore. Mind control and computer monitoring of brain waves (resulting in telepathy) is the last aggressive hurdle of knocking down both constitutional and human rights. I have gone blue in the face trying to convince my peers that this technology exists, and that it can be used on the citizen by the authorities at will.
This is my account of how I “wound up” on this horrible system, the one that nobody would ever believe exists, and I will keep a daily tally until my untimely death or that they finally will stop, which they have assured me that they will not.
I hope you enjoy reading the posts, but please, try to learn what I am trying to teach you- never be too trusting with the authorities- I know it is hard if you are alone or homeless- but if you are, now is the time to lay low and keep out of sight, out of mind. If not, when you finally get a job, or finally get off of the street- it will be too late, just like it was for me, and my lost fellow guard, Teddy.
Thanks again for your review.
Your Little Danny Boy