The gangstalking posts are by far the most popular posts I have on my blog.  Every.single.day. those posts are viewed, so I know more people are being stalked by organized gangs and they are looking for answers.  I hope, my friends, that my posts bring some knowledge, and with that, some comfort that you are not alone and you are likely the target for not joining the evil ones.  God Bless the Good Hearts.  God Be With You.

So…here’s the latest in what I have experienced in the continued mental assault these evil #$%&! are doing…

I once again felt overwhelming nausea and my legs were so weak I was afraid they would give out under me.  I knew that I had once again been hit by the microwaves from a handheld device.   Because it was out in the open…at work.  The only person behind me that I knew of was the custodian, who makes a habit of hanging around my desk and creeps me out to no end.  Listen to your instincts, people.  I have felt a lot of negative energy from this creepy guy.  And he doesn’t even really clean the place. The bathrooms are disgusting. But that’s another subject for another time.

So they know what you’re doing at any given time.  And even though I know that, I still try to get away for awhile to have some peace of mind.

I tried to do that this weekend by taking a few days off and leaving town for awhile. I drove 3 hours away to a place I was at this Spring that was so beautiful it makes you want to cry.

You might recall in previous posts that I knew I was being electronically attacked because whenever I moved to a new location, I felt like my old self.  I slept better. I didn’t feel anxious. I didn’t feel “off”.  I felt a sense of peace and at ease…which is lacking in the day to day attacks from the evil ones.  It used to take them 3 days to coordinate the electronic weaponry in order to assault me.  I had three days of bliss.

Well, I drove 3 hours away and it only took them 2 hours to start in again.  I felt like my old self for the 3 hours I was driving and the 2 hours of sitting by a lake, just doing nothing but enjoying the sunshine and peace.  No one was there near me for awhile and it was heavenly.  Then a stalker shows up.  He left me alone, but was nonetheless keeping an “eye” on me.

A woman brought her 2 young sons and me, I was being oblivious, until they started running away from me like I was some sort of monster…a “Karen” stalker who I am sure dramatized the whole scene to make it look like I was going to…I don’t know what…seriously, do they realize how ridiculous they look?  Hysterical much?  Attention seekers.

A white truck kept driving back and forth on the roadway not far from me.  He would drive down and back. then across.  then down and back again. Made me real nervous.  What was this guy going to do?  I mean the hysteria is so bad it is palpable and I am scared of these people.  They think I am a bad person so they would justify assaulting me physically.  They have already done that to my vehicle.  I am the next step.

So that was pretty much the end of my enjoying myself with some rest and relaxation.   I once again started getting a migraine and thought it was better that I get home in case it got worse.  Driving for 3 hours with a migraine would be very painful.

So it is 90 degrees here and I am very low on fuel until payday and because it’s the mountains, it is hard to gauge how much fuel I would use getting back.  I am 2 hours in the drive, everything going good, and it looks like fuel will be okay until I get paid.

And then a carefully coordinated plan goes into action.

A local semi trucking company is pulling bales of hay.  He pulls right out in front of me on a two lane highway.  With 2 trailers, not one.  stacked  3 bales high. I am talking big bales, not little ones only a couple feet deep.  At one point in this scene, he about tips over because he gets off the road momentarily.

So he is going real slow and I try to go around him, but being a two lane, very difficult to pass.  Then he starts to speed up.  Meanwhile, the wind shear (?) off the back of his truck is making my trailer swing back and forth, dragging down my gas miles per gallon.  So I have to get behind him quite a ways in order for the wind to stop whipping me around.

But I see an opportunity to pass him, so I pull out in the opposite lane to pass him, and what does he do?.

Speeds up.

Yep.

This happens two more times, so I knew this blankety-blank was a gangstalker.   By this state’s law, you are supposed to pull over if you have 3 people behind you or otherwise going slow and keeping people from passing you.  He did not do that when he had the chance to in a small town we went through.  I had to follow this guy for 40 miles.  Really rough in 90 degree weather with the windows rolled up and no air conditioning because the a.c. really sucks the fuel out.  Really miserable and afraid of heat stroke from being in an oven.

Finally, about 10 miles out of town, the highway finally divides into 2 lanes, so I pass the sob.

But I am sticking to 55 mph to keep from using too much fuel because of this creep has used up the reserves I had.  He forced me to use up another eighth of a tank of fuel by his truck wind shear.

So what does he do?

He passes me.

Yep. He suddenly decides he is going to go faster than that, although that is what he was doing all along.  Well, until I tried to pass him, and he would speed up to 60 or faster to keep me from passing.

And then the icing on the cake is when he turns to go down another road just after he has passed me, not a mile down the highway.  I have to admit my mouth was going a mile a minute with everything I had.

This is classical gangstalking behavior where they pull in front of you and then either slam on their brakes or they make a turn within a short distance.

That sealed it for me that he was in deed a stalker.

So I get back, dejected that I only had a couple hours of peace from these horrible evil people.

But also grateful…that I had a couple hours of peace from these horrible evil people.

And I wish I could say that I have some peace here.

But a gangstalker moved in to me next door and immediately starts with the slamming of the door, something they love to do.  Knocking on the walls during the day. Knocking on the walls during the night. No matter.

So today I see them all leave their rooms and go to their gangstalking meeting. Right here where i live. It’s like Indiana all over again — when I used to see the neighborhood creeps all leave their houses at the same time.  It was like a parade.  All cars leave for the meetings at 9 a.m. and 3 p.m.

This meeting was 4 pm.  The chick next door, some guy in long camo shorts, and others attended.  Then they all leave and go back to their rooms at the same time. real obvious.

I went to spend my last money on gas for work week, and come back and sit in my truck, smoking a cigarette.  Not really a habit, but at this point, may turn in to one.

Can’t even do that in peace.

And I am pretty good and spotting a set up by these creeps that I see the whole thing being orchestrated.

Guy with camo shorts comes to right in front of my truck…looking at his phone.

Chick with daisy duke shorts stands on the street corner, just a half block from camo guy. She crosses the street and begins walking towards me.

I smell a set-up and turn away so there is no way these scumbags can say that I did anything wrong.  I can’t even look in someone’s direction without sexual allegations being made.  I mean, seriously, looking at someone does not mean you want to have sex with them!! That is how crazy this is!

So I wait until I think the daisy duke creep is past me.  Another stalker rides by on his bike.  I see camo guy come from behind some bushes that I guess he was recording this whole scene to “prove” I was up to something…just like my sister’s husband was doing to me in Indiana.

And all I was doing was sitting in my truck smoking a cigarette.  A crime, you know??

They want me to go back to Indiana.  Nothing but rape and death awaits me there.  But it fits in their satanic beliefs.  If you don’t believe me, look up the American Legion Mall in downtown Indianapolis.  There is a rectangular brown shape alter with four brown posts with flames coming up out of them.  It is a ritual altar.  Right out in the open.  I said a prayer over it when I went to investigate it after learning of it.  Indianapolis police cars showed up.  This has happened twice.  Can’t be coincidence..

  I reject you satan and all of your works. Be gone from here is Jesus’ name. Amen. 

And if you don’t know how gangstalking works and are new to all of this, here is a good starter tutorial in how they use handsignals and the another one that shows a young bitch also in daisy dukes taunting this woman target.  The brazen hussy is mindblowing.