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.

The Return

I haven’t blogged in several years, but I’m going to start again. I became discouraged after my account was hacked and followers started saying they didn’t see my posts shared on social media. I also got fewer reads from people just searching me on WordPress. It was also getting hard to think of ideas to write about and life has a way of getting in the way of things.

When I last posted in the fall of 2018, I had been attending a new church and making friends there. I’m still a member of Metropolitan Community Church of the Lehigh Valley and still enjoy a few good friendships made there. Some people have moved on, but it’s still my church and spiritual center. I’m still glad I was brave enough to go to a gay friendly church and start being who I am.

A lot of things have happened since October 2018. I rebuilt my credit and got a new car, returned to the digital department at my work after a stint in microfilming. There was that whole pandemic thing. I had shoulder surgery in 2021 and a bunch of other health issues between fall 2020 and late 2021. I’ve taken lots of pictures, took a couple memorable vacations with my new friends, grew a lot of flowers and did some spiffing up in the house.

The most significant events were both bad ones, though. One is ongoing even now. The other, was the loss of my dad to cancer last year, on St. Patrick’s Day, early in the morning. It was my brother’s birthday that he lost consciousness as we administered home hospice care and my brother did most of it that night as my mom and I fell asleep since we had gotten almost no sleep the previous night. I will always feel bad for my brother to have that happen on his birthday and I’m grateful to my dad for hanging on until after midnight so it wouldn’t officially be my brother’s birthday that he died. And this just a few years after the start of the pandemic made it impossible for my brother to celebrate his 50th properly.

My dad was diagnosed at about that time as well, and had surgery to remove a very large tumor from his colon in June 2020. Somehow, it took about six months to diagnose, even though the tumor was quite sizable. He went through chemo like a champ and fought it for three years, until just a few weeks before his 91st birthday. No one could have done better and we will always be proud of him.

The other negative event is one that I’m going to post a lot about. I have been subjected to a form of relentless, brutal harassment known as gang stalking. There are many, many online forums about this and much misinformation by the creeps that do it, trying to discredit those who share their experience. It’s not just harassment. It’s assault. Years long, cruel and sadistic assault. It’s usually completely without provocation, as it is in my case. People are targeted for mostly political reasons, often at a young age. It’s a scheme to prevent people from succeeding at anything and becoming a force for progress in the world. It’s all done very subtly, which makes it impossible to prove or put an end to. The victim, or target, is left to face it alone because no one believes or understands what’s happening. It’s extremely insidious and cowardly and provokes many to rage. I believe this is the cause of much violence in this country including mass shootings.

It’s my mission to expose not just those doing it to me, but the whole network, which is nationwide, probably even worldwide. I also hope to explain what I think is the motivation behind this horrible practice and why I was targeted. The world would be a far, far better place without these extremists and those they recruit to help them in gang stalking. One thing I’ll address is that the participants are not all necessarily right wingers. The organizers are. They recruit people by slandering and falsely incriminating the targets and they are using us as guinea pigs to perfect their methods and weapons for a wide scale attack.

I’d say that’s enough for my return to blogging. I just want to say that I am doing just fine mental health wise and I have never experienced paranoia, nor do I have any tendency for it. I have only mild bipolar depression and have never had a manic episode. I have my father’s good heart and tenacity. I have persevered through five years of this already and I will make it through!