Gangstalking methodology: The Cowbird friendship infiltration

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Gangstalking is the word used to describe a modern plague on society. It’s an insidious form of harassment where a network of people harrass an innocent victim, the targeted individual. They “gang up” on the target, relentlessly attacking and tormenting them in very covert ways. The perpetrators are very cowardly creeps, total sociopaths. Many who are marginally involved are just acting on slander spread about the victim but that’s no excuse. Even if the target had done anything wrong, it wouldn’t justify bullying and harming them, and they haven’t done anything. The gangstalkers are of course, the bad guys.

The creeps use technology as well as old school physical sabotage and vandalism, but always in a way they can’t get caught. Like the inventor of gangstalking, Donald J. Trump, the weasels always rig things ahead of time so you can’t catch them. You can’t prevent it because you have no reason to suspect anything is coming since it’s all completely unprovoked. People are targeted randomly or because they’re seen as a potential influencer for good, or just because they’re seen as weak and an easy target, or they have a skeleton in their closet that the gangstalkers can exploit to turn people against them, telling lies that go way beyond anything the victim might actually have said or done. The overall purpose is to experiment with new technology and weapons for a wide scale attack at a later date. It’s also to falsely incriminate innocent people to be used as scapegoats for the far right to install martial law througtout the whole country and end all civil liberties and take over elections, ending democracy in America and eventually, the rest of the world. Whew! Quite a grand conclusion, I know, but look at what is happening in this country and the world. It’s really not that hard to believe.

Gangstalker cowards use directed energy weapons (DEW’s) which employ electromagnetic fields (EMF’s) as well as sonic weapons, biological and chemical weapons and experimental technology. DEW’s are the kind of weapons used in the attack on the embassy in Cuba which had lasting effects on the victims leading to the “Havana Syndrome”. Those were more powerful, but the gangstalkers deploy continuous EMF’s over years in order to cause cancer and many other health problems to kill their victims in a way that will be ruled “natural causes”. That’s the Holy Grail. They rejoice when a victim dies and it’s listed as natural causes.

I’ve been a target my whole life, with a notable escalation occurring to my whole immediate family about 30 years ago after a psycho neighbor lady started slandering us and got in touch with someone who was apparently part of the gangstalker network. And then it began. A couple of corrupt Bangor, PA cops would follow my dad, my brother and me to and from work, once even following my dad into the driveway as he got home from work at 11:45pm. They’d follow my brother coming home from closing McDonald’s at 2 am and they’d sit in the lot across the street with their headlights aimed at our front door. It got to be so regular that my mom started waving to them when she went to close the front door on summer nights at bedtime. (We didn’t have air conditioning.) They tapped our phone (long before cell phones) which even a phone company rep thought might be happening because there was such a strange and loud noise on the line while my mom was talking to them to change our number. The rep actually gasped when it happened and exclaimed “What was that?!”. They did change our number but it did nothing to stop the numerous crank calls and “third ear” listening to everything.

Another major escalation happened about ten years ago when I first felt the EMF attacks at my work, and then in October 2019, was the big one. Something was put in my drink at Oktoberfest at Steel Stacks in Bethlehem, PA and I am missing at least an hour to an hour and a half of time in which I disappeared from my four companions and one of them texted asking where I was. There was a text from my phone (I have no memory of it) that said I went home. I live close by, but my brother was home the whole night and I did not go home. I think I was taken to a nearby home, one within a minute or less of the Steel Stacks. I’ve learned that a bunch of the main perpetrators’ relatives live on Third and Fourth Streets in Bethlehem. (Just look for all the handicap parking space signs. Most of them are disability frauds.) The assault was done so smoothly that I didn’t realize for almost three years that I’d been drugged and abducted. And then they did it again! Muskfest 2022. Again, I am missing large chunks of time. The now former friend I was with said I disappeared two different times when I went to the bathroom and was gone for 30-45 minutes each time. (That’s minimal. I’m missing more time than that.) Allegedly, he found me “stumbling about” near a food vendor when he came looking for me after the second disappearance. I would’ve been picked up for public drunkenness if I had been that bad off. I had several drinks, but not enough for blackout or loss of coordination. Incidentally, this was the same person who had texted me during my disappearance at Oktoberfest 2019 asking where I was. This time, he never texted me. He just sat there and did nothing. They learned from the first time and didn’t make the same mistake. My brother was again home so they couldn’t say I went home if he had texted to ask where I’d gotten to, so they made sure not to have the “friend” text me this time.

I now realize the so-called friend was a part of the gangstalking the whole time I knew him. His whole friendship with me was a con, and he deliberately led me into the trap. I believe he or an accomplice may have also drugged me a few months after Oktoberfest 2019, on New Year’s Eve in my own home. We had planned on him staying the night so he wouldn’t have to drive after drinking. I’m not sure what was done to me that time, but he could have let someone in the house after my brother went to bed. There were a couple people at the party I didn’t know, invited by someone else. We had no security cameras at the time. He could even have done something to me himself. Or it could have just been about creating an incidence of me having a memory loss after drinking to make it seem like what happened a couple months earlier was a normal thing.

This con artist who I thought was my friend for about 5 1/2 years, could be compared to a cowbird nestling. Cowbirds are the creeps of the natural world. The mother lays her egg in another bird’s nest with the unsuspecting nest owner’s own precious eggs. The manipulative mother bird chooses species that are smaller in size so that her chick grows bigger and faster and starves out the other hatchlings, even pushing the rightful residents out of the nest to their deaths. The gangstalkers will have someone fenagle their way into the target’s circle of friends and try to push away existing friends through manipulation or outright lies and slander. They make friends with the target’s friends who stick around and are not driven away. They then undermine from within, weakening relationships and creating rifts or at least some distance between the target and mutual friends. They’re complete sociopaths. This guy immediately started questioning my mental health the very first time I mentioned the harassment to my group of friends, calling it “psych issues”.

I understand those who will say this is paranoia. I recognize how it sounds and I’m saying it anyway. I’ve held back for years as they escalate, doing more and more harm to me and my family. I don’t care what anyone thinks anymore. These creeps are falsely incriminating me to get others to help them when they are themselves, the sleeziest people on earth!

It’s like Psalm 35:20 says: “They do not speak peaceably, but devise false accusations against those who live quietly in the land.” I’m just living my life, minding my business while they relentlessly attack without cause. They’re the lowest scum of the earth. God will bring them down.

Time always flies

Seems like time always flies, not just when you’re having fun. I mean, sure, there’s the clock watching hours at work some days when you count the minutes until quitting time, but overall, it just seems that time marches relentlessly on and there’s always more to be done, things to see to, and less leisure time the older you get. Or is that just me? I was off work all week recuperating from surgery. The procedure was last Wednesday so I had part of last week off too. Of course, I was not able to do much the first several days but rest and sleep, which was nice, but I thought a week would feel like so much time and I’d do all this writing and sort old pictures and catch up with people but none of that happened. Of course, one whole day was spent tending to a medical issue stemming from the surgery and I have a follow up appointment today.

I do still have a few more days off next week and only partial days when I first go back to work so there’s a little more time. Maybe I was unrealistic in thinking recuperation time would be a time to accomplish anything. I suppose we all set ourselves up for disappointment at times with unrealistic expectations. I definitely did rest more and got more sleep than I have in ages and that’s important. So, maybe I should be satisfied with that. I wrote a long time in my journal yesterday and have enjoyed having a morning devotional time which I normally don’t have time for. (I do a shorter devotion time after work on weekdays. 5:30 is early enough to get up.)

I guess my Anglo Saxon Protestant upbringing has me putting less value on the R&R time I’ve had; watching TV, social media and reading are not wasting time. Rest is exactly what I was supposed to be doing. Of course, the issue I was having and a family matter going on at the exact same time made it feel less restful. I’m sure that’s a big part of it too.

My introvert side has enjoyed the time at home alone, just me and the cats. Quiet reflection can be restoring and more productive than one realizes sometimes.

Maybe this can be one of those times I wrote about at the beginning of the year, to use as a renewal point. The procedure fixed what it was supposed to so far. So that will be something I don’t have to deal with anymore. And I think it will feel good to get back to a normal routine when I do. And it’s time for Spring! The time changes this weekend here in PA and the colors of nature should be popping out all over soon. Spring is the biggest renewal of all! It’s God’s reminder of eternal life with Him and the unmovable foundation of good that always prevails over evil.

So, maybe the key here is to not focus so much on time as a measure of what’s done or not, but just enjoy the ride and float along the current of time rather than trying to swim against it.

May peace find you and stick with you. Till next time…

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Lifelong target

I wrote about some childhood bullying incidents on this blog back in 2018 in the following post:

How I met my bully | Sophisticated Neanderthal

I’ve been dealing with relentless harassment from a bunch of simpletons around me for the last ten years. Actually much longer but the most intense has been since I started my current job eleven years ago and even moreso since October 2019 when I had a strange experience involving missing time at an Oktoberfest event near my home.

I still have those same feelings of just wanting to be left alone. I’m just trying to live my life. Why can’t they do the same? Just live and let live. I am a lover of peace and an encourager. Why should I have to deal with constant hostility and harmful intentions and actions? I remember those childhood feelings of not wanting to deal with bullies. But deal with it I must because they never stop. I’ve come to learn that the insidious, relentless form of harassment I’ve been subjected to for the last eleven years is called gangstalking. I’ll be writing much more about that, but now I want to add a detail that I didn’t yet realize was significant the last time I wrote about it.

I remember the day on my paper route when the bully pushed me into a snowbank. He finally gave up for that day when that still didn’t elecit a fist fight with him and he sarted walking away. It happened on Market Street in Bangor between 3rd and 4th Streets. My route took me out Third St. and the site of the occurrence was near Bangor Elementary Center on Fourth St., where I attended grade shool a couple years earlier. I can still picture as I got back on my feet and was putting my brown knit hat with white stripes back on after brushing the snow off it, that I spotted the old windowless beige van driven by my 6th grade English teacher. Bangor is a small town and I knew it was her vehicle. A couple friends and I knew what many of the teachers drove. We paid attention to cars.

The thing that struck me as I recalled that scene recently was that the teacher, now deceased, bore the same last name as one of the main ringleaders of the ongoing harassment against me. I saw her sitting at a stop sign on the next street up and looking toward me and the scene that had just unfolded. She didn’t turn down the hill and come my way. I thought she might come to see if everything was alright, but she just went on up the hill. I remember feeling relieved because I was embarassed to have been seen “losing” the struggle with the bully. I felt wimpy. You would think she would’ve been concerned and checked on me, but oddly did not. Only recently I thought, for the first time, about the fact that she bore the same last name as the current ringleader of harassment against me. It wasn’t the first time I thought this stuff started at childhood, but it was the first I thought about the name connection.

Then I thought about how she was a closeted Lesbian (she had a semi secret affair with the female gym teacher and had bipolar or some kind of mental health diagnosis. I previously figured that part out when reflecting on how she was telling the class how all the women in her family were witches and their abilities were only passed down through the women. She had an extended absence right after that day. She must have been off her meds and had to take a medical leave to get inpatient treatment. I don’t know that, but it seems like a good guess. The chief bully gangstalker is also Lesbian and mentally not well. A former friend who’s also involved is also gay and bipolar. And his mom bears a resemblance to my old teacher. Things that make you go hmmm!

Back to the snowbank, I wonder what would have happened if I had taken the bait of the antagonizing bully and threw a punch with the teacher looking on? I think she would have claimed that she didn’t see him do anything but that she only saw me hitting him. Then they would’ve sent me to a juvenile delinquent center or something. Who knows what might have happened there? Were they trying to corrupt me by exposing me to other rough kids and/or abusive staff, or was someone at the juvenile center intended to molest or assault me?

Fortunately, I stayed away from that fight and any other trouble my whole life, following the good example of my parents. I’m thankful I came from a good family and had good people around me through friends of the family and my church. No bullies or troublemakers were ever able to shake me. I miss my dad but I thank God for his quiet strength and steadfast faith and love of the people around him and living a good and simple life. It’s our family legacy and no one is going to take that away.

One thing is for sure, this target is done being bullied. 54 years is enough! The gangstalker creeps will be exposed. They shrink from the light of day. I am a lover of light. They slink around like cowards. I am honest and straightforward.