So I was traveling trying to find a job/another place to live….hoping that there is some community that hasn’t been subjected to the evil goings on. Yeah, not seeing one. If anything, it appears things are getting worse.

For example, I am traveling down the road at night because of once again being awakened by loud noise (a semi engine that sounded like it was running in high gear when the driver parked right next to my window where I sleep. Every night with a few exceptions, I am awakened by noise every 2 hours. Again, this is to keep someone from being fully rested and also interferes with the healing process because your body heals itself while you are asleep.)

So I get up out of bed and leave the safe rest area and start going down the highway when a dark blue/black truck pulls alongside and stays just behind the driver door. He stays with me like that for awhile. It was enough time to make a single lady nervous while driving at night. He finally backed off and sped up with his two buddies in two different trucks that had passed me earlier. I had seen them together on the highway earlier, so I knew they were traveling together.

It is really difficult to find a safe place to park at night. They have closed most of the rest areas. I parked in one that was secluded, thinking I would be able to rest without so much noise interference. Um, no. People were coming in the middle of the night to use the restroom. And I heard something walking around my camper after I had climbed into bed. What makes that even creepier is that the crickets were chirping happily…and then they all of a sudden went quiet. If you know anything about nature, when the animals go quiet…there is something really wrong.

Yeah, so, with all the other happenings, like them hitting my camper and jumping on top of it and the other stuff, I pretty much am limited to where I can go.

Which makes the next gossipy gangstalker tale even more serious:

So a national chain that shall go unnamed, allows campers in the parking lot as long as you don’t make a nuisance of yourself. It is reasonably safe, but the stalkers still come by every 2 hours, blaring the stereo or setting off the car alarms, or other such noises. But they don’t like witnesses and that is why they tried more violent stuff when I was parked on a city street with low lighting.

I wasn’t in town more than 2 hours when it starts in again. A woman who appears to have deliberately parked out by me (because I am parked waay out there), sees me dump a brown liquid outside my door.

She immediately goes to the manager and complains about me dumping the liquid.

Know what it was? COFFEE!

This self-righteous hmmmhmmm complained about me to the manager because I had dumped less than a cup of coffee on the pavement.

And she knew it was me in the camper. She had deliberately parked back by me so that she could “catch” me doing something “wrong.”

…because, you know, dumping coffee on pavement is against the law.

So now she has jeopardized my staying in the only safe place in town with her self-righteousness. And she won’t think a thing about it if they tear my trailer apart or rape me some night…she will tell herself that I am a bad person, therefore, I “deserve” that kind of treatment. Those folks that like to use Karma as a reason to wish ill will on someone are the same types.

And she also made the management suspicious that I am a shoplifter. I am most certainly not.

But there are gangstalkers who pretend to be on the side of the law who are robbing them blind.

The thief theme started early with these liars. I was accused of stealing money and jewelry, which is yet another lie. But that hasn’t stopped them from repeating the lie so that I am scorned yet again for something I haven’t done.

I have come to realize that the evil ones are sending stalkers into stores that I am in to steal stuff. No sh*t. Then they try to say that because stuff is stolen while I am in the store, that therefore I “MUST BE” doing it. Again, there is no proof, no evidence, never had any criminal charges brought against me (because they know damn well that I am innocent and that is why they won’t bring charges because there are apparently some honest judges left who would throw the case out of court.)

And the stalkers are the ones doing it. The ones claiming to be on the side of the law wanting to get rid of undesirables–when they are the criminals.

Messed up world we are living in now…

So, a follow up to the previous post…

I know that some people got involved with satanism not knowing the full picture. They were snagged by sex and fun and belonging to a group, but were unaware of the evil.

So perhaps they want to get out like Sharon Tate, but have been threatened if they try to leave.

Well, you are going to be threatened either way —

–if you join them and want out, they will kill you.

–if you don’t join them, they will kill you. I have had my brake lines cut at the top of the mountain that The Tower is on in Wyoming. This is referred to Bear Lodge by the Native folk and another name by the evil ones. My brakes were fine before I got to the top of the mountain. But I lost them at the top of this steep incline. I threw the truck into 1st gear and made it down okay. Could not drive it very fast when trying to find a mechanic. Then my sister would not help me with fixing the brakes. Again, God was with me and I got a job to get the brakes fixed.

Then a bolt removed from my truck which should have resulted in the truck flipping over at 60 mph and landing on its top; I was hit from behind last year at such force that it bent the bumper and frame ( think they were hoping the airbag would deploy and snap my neck). They were giving me a heart attack where the room started to go black and I started to see my relatives coming for me because my spirit was leaving my body. So it’s not that they haven’t tried. But my God is bigger than their satan, and it’s not my time yet…

So we are all going to die, one way or another.

It is better to die with God than to die with satan.

Cynthia also has another video up about evil ones putting dead animals in her yard…but I have a concern with this video because she mentions the pot roast that was stolen…but that was done like over a year ago, so she talks like it just happened, so either it has happened twice or her mind is being messed with by the evil ones. Hard to say at this point, because we know they have developed the technology to control a person’s brain…

So I mentioned in a prior blog on families and gangstalking that I was on my way to a job interview 40 minutes away (when still in Indiana), when there were 3 dead hawks placed along the roads.

It is unusual to see one dead hawk, but not 3! They are wise to cars and avoid them for the most part. It was clearly a message. My sister confirmed it was a threat by the evil ones when she knocked on my door after getting home from work, and held a hawk feather in her hands. My sister has never done anything like that. I don’t believe she knew about the dead hawks placed there along the road. But I am sure that her husband did. Evil man.

The dead rabbit also brought to mind a movie about satanists back in the 70s (sorry, can’t remember the name). In this movie, a couple with a small dog were traveling around in a Winnebago RV. RVing was a new thing at the time–only in the previous 10 years had camping by trailer become a “thing”.

So going on recall, this couple was camping and enjoying themselves when they happened upon a satanic sacrifice. The immediately left, but the satanists followed them. The couple had left their little dog in the camper while they were getting groceries (or something). They came back to find their little dog hanging from a noose. Really graphic for the 70s and still upsets me when I think about it.

There were several satanic movies at the time, one by Roman Polanski that openly praised satan. This movie was just released before his wife, Sharon Tate, and his baby, were murdered. I believe now that it was a satanic sacrifice by Polanski. From what I have read, Sharon, a formerly religious woman, had joined a satanic cult but wanted out with her baby on the way. She did not want her baby raised by these evil people.

And the sky looks too, too, weird, doesn’t it?

We had a horrible wind “storm” here a week ago. I got a terrible migraine with it. Today is the first day that I have woken up without a migraine. Terrible pain. Whole right side of my brain flaming hot. Something else I noticed — my cell phone battery was drained. It had a half life left.

(A side note — just now a young stalker thug trots her little girl past me. This is an adult Fiction section away from the rest of the pests that keep bothering me when I am in the library. But like all the rest, she tells her young daughter to walk several feet in front of her. I am away from the main walkway if someone wanted to look at the books here. NOBODY comes up here…or at least they didn’t before I came up here.

Que the lie to be told. See, wherever I go to get away from them, because I am in a more secluded part of the library now, they follow me so they can make up their fake evidence. I really am so tired of this.)

Searching for a job, you really need a phone so employers can contact you for an interview or more information…

I had purchased 180 minutes the first week of July. I NEVER run out of minutes because I only use my phone occasionally and then it is short calls.

But I had to use it to call about getting on food stamps (they have closed the local employment office…covid19…pffft). That call took 45 minutes to complete!

So, just suddenly, Tracfone decides it is not going to honor the contract for the 180 minutes that I paid for. I had two agents tell me that I had used 125 minutes, so that left 55 minutes. I have sent text messages over and over to put the 55 minutes on. Tracfone keeps sending robot text messages and the agents I talked to talked in circles about why the 55 minutes was removed and they WOULD NOT put them back on!

So the gangstalking handlers like to rub your nose in their playing with you — this weekend, there was a man in a black t-shirt with “55” in huge white letters on the shirt. Yep. They think it is cute to be criminals and steal your phone service.

And of course, they have been interfering with my job search. You would be surprised at who is behind it, but I don’t feel comfortable saying who it is. I just cannot wrap my head around it and why no one is stopping them.

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So my posts have been kind of negative lately, and I wanted to talk about some of the good stuff —

When trying to escape the gangstalkers in the mountains, I had some good moments, too — my hair was wet from cooling off in the creek. The setting there reminded me sooo much of summer with my Mom when she would take us kids to the local swimming holes. She would always pack a picnic lunch, usually consisting of bologna and cheese sandwiches or hot dogs with ketchup and mustard and onions with a side of potato chips or potato salad.

So as I sat in my camper, eating potato chips, and smelling my wet hair, it suddenly occurred to me why it has been so hard to give up potato chips — it reminded me of those carefree times of normal summer temperatures and swimming and eating the picnic Mom fixed. Lovely.

The mountain reminded me sooo much of how beautiful the 60s and 70s was — greenery everywhere. The creek was beautiful clear water. Well, it was beautiful and clear until the gangstalking braindead #@$%&! put their pollutants in the water.

This water was perfectly clear when I first got there. And there were 3 little baby fishies trying to survive right where those pollutants gathered. I called them Big Swimmy, Little Swimmy, and Baby Swimmy. They would come out soon after I would sit by the creek. I love to watch them.

I got a couple of surprises — the grass on the mountain is really dry, so I could always hear some critter coming out and moving among the dried leaves and grass about 7 p.m. at night. I could never get a glimpse of the mystery critter — until the very last day I was there…

…it was an otter!

This cute little critter kept itself hidden so well that I didn’t know it was there and then it decided to show itself. The otter stopped on a rock and looked me square in the eyes, and the quickly disappeared.

Nice.

I had been reading Gene Logsdon’s book, WildLife in Your Garden, so my fear of snakes was taken down a notch by his wise teaching that snakes are afraid of us more than we are of them.  I heard movement in the grass outside the camper.  My panic was kept to a minimum due to Logsdon’s wise advice when looking out my door to see a grayish green snake, about 2 1/2 feet in length, moving through the grass near my camper.  The snake suddenly put its head up, and with its tongue as a feeler, sensed that a human was behind him/her.  She/he hightailed it out of there.    🙂

It was great to have that connection up there on the mountain.  It seems that down here in the city, they can’t wait to asphalt/concrete/mow down any nature that tries to survive down here.  There is a house that is such a pleasant oasis to the concrete jungle, I just had to talk to the occupant about how serene his cottage made me feel.  He is surrounded by greenery.  You would think this cottage was in the middle of the forest!

So far this week, I saw four trees destroyed and a home destroyed.  This was not a home that had been destroyed by storm or fire.  It was perfectly fine.  It was a former mortuary, but I don’t see that as a reason to tear it down.  Someone could have lived there.  It could have been a homeless shelter.  It could have been used for low-rent occupants.  There are a thousand reasons why that house should not have been torned down.  They’re probably going to pave it and make it a parking lot for the church next door.  “Pave paradise, put up a parking lot” (Joni Mitchell, Big Yellow Taxi).

Only those whom have never been homeless or poor can waste resources like that. 

So I updated the previous post with a picture of the truck that kept going back and forth in the parking lot and shining its lights on my camper.

After that, a couple nights later (? Sleep deprived, losing track of dates) — Again I get “visitors” abotu 9:30 at night.  There are 5 or so trucks parked near my camper.  NONE of them parked in a parking spot, but they grouped themselves together.  I sensed this was not a church gathering and got dressed and started to leave.  Just as I was leaving, a white truck with a flatbed pulled into the parking lot.  I have seen this truck over and over again.  He or she was driving up to the mountain every night for the gangstalkers’ meetings at 7 p.m.

So it appears that my instincts were right and something was going to happen.  It’s so easy to bully a single old woman, you know, when your buddies are around!

So I decided to seek help in getting into some housing.  I would have normally just waited until I had found a job, but with all that is happening, I wanted to get somewhere safe…

The “screening” person suggested I call a domestic violence shelter here.  I wasn’t going to because I had talked with them when I first got to town last year, and it seemed that I was being pushed towards drugs.  I don’t need drugs, I need a job that pays well enough that I can pay rent, utilities, and put groceries on the table…

But I kept getting harassed by little stuff — like sirens going off, car alarms going off (I think this is a jab at me for setting off the panic button on the truck when they hit my camper and climbed on top of it); and always sending someone around me with loud, booming music.  One chicka was playing her music loud in her car, and then dancing in the Walmart parking lot.  I told her to get away from my camper.  In normal times, I would have just endured it, but now, with them accusing me of sexual impropriety, I am taking a more assertive stance so that it is clear I do not want this person around me and have no interest in them.

So the cherry on top of the harassment is when I thought about the domestic violence place and decided that I needed to talk to them.

No sooner had I thought that, when the door locks on the truck began going up and down.  Up and down. Up and down.

You might recall this is a favorite intimidation tactic of the handlers/gangstalkers — remote control someone’s vehicle.  Nappy Head Roots video on that.  This is exactly what was happening to my vehicle.  Has never happened before and has not happened since.

https://sunlightonthewater.wordpress.com/2020/02/01/cars-door-locks-and-gangstalking/

And I have been seeing George Soros/Schwartz again in visions.  He is definitely behind what is going on.

I was supposed to talk to Housing today.  Just like clockwork, I get a terrible migraine yesterday.  Normally, they last for 3 days.  But I somehow beat it.  This is another favorite tactic of theirs — I “just happen” to get a migraine when I have:  a) job interview  b) first day of job  c)something important that may lead to people knowing me instead of thinking badly of me due to gossip, as in the domestic violence group.

And get this — “due to covid19, we are no longer in our offices. please call our number….”

Right on their handouts, they make the statement that it is difficult for some victims to reach out because their abuser listens in on their phone calls!  How in the world is a domestic violence victim supposed to get help??

So I guess it is better to be beaten, raped, and verbally abused so that you feel like nothing, just as long as you don’t get covid19, that 90% of the people recover from???

Ridiculous!

…so after the camper was hit and the scumbag climbed on top of it, I thought I had found a safe place to rest for the night…a church parking lot. (I asked permission)

Yeah, not so fast….

About 11:30 last night, I hear a vehicle with a loud engine going by.  Ears perk up.

I look out the window, and it’s an older red truck going back and forth in the parking lot.

It goes four parking lanes over. Stops. Lights on my camper.

It comes back over near me, again with lights aimed towards camper.

Then it goes back to the original spot.  Each time it goes back and forth, its lights end up on the camper.

After what happened, I called the police.

The police arrive and talk with them.  It was a man and woman in the vehicle and the excuse they gave the officers was that the man was teaching the woman how to drive a stick shift.

…and it was nearly midnight when the officer stopped them.

So their “plausible deniability” was that they were just out trying to learn to drive a manual….at midnight…when it was too dark to see the stick shift and what gear you were shifting into…um-hmmm…

But my gangstalking suspicions were confirmed when I later had a vision of the man….in a room with several others in a circle talking about me.  He was angry that I had called the cops and he got caught…

…but the drama wasn’t over yet.

I kept watch to 1 a.m., and then tried to get some sleep.

I noticed headlights in the camper, so I looked again to the parking lot.  Nobody there that I could see.  I kept scanning the area, and about a half hour later, the bum turned his headlights on and left.  He was across the highway running next to the church, hiding in bushes so I could not see him.

Scary that they are that determined…

I am able to upload the pics of his truck here:

But wait, there’s more!

After I had the vision of the angry man talking with his fellow gangstalkers, I saw Krystal Lee Kenny.  Yes, THAT Krystal Lee Kenny that played a huge part in whatever happened to Kelsey Berreth!

Holy #$%&!

And I can’t even go to the police and tell them about  the link to Krystal.  They wouldn’t believe me.  And like I experienced before, I believe that Krystal has some connections to law enforcement here and that is why she got away with so much.

From my prior post last year —

Anyway, after feeling all that energy directed at me, I was expecting to be arrested on false charges anytime.  And speaking of energy — I have picked up on Krystal Kenney’s energy.  She is part of the gangstalking and thought it was funny that the police are ready to move in.  Her energy was highly giddy that they were going to bring me down.  So that confirms to me that the plan to murder Kelsey Berreth was from these satanic evil ones and that gangstalking is being used to murder people.  My posts on that here and here.

I can echo again my feelings when writing this post — I am sooo ready for this to be over.  It wears on you day after day of just trying to survive.

This woman is a nutjob to the extreme.  A privileged nutjob who obviously has connections here and it confirms even more that she had a LOT more to do with Kelsey’s disappearance than the lame press would have you believe. So perhaps this is why God wants me here…dunno…still trying to figure that one out.  I know that I love this place and do not want to leave.  Even with all of what has happened, there is still a lot of good energy here and good people here.

Oh, and as a side note~ I have pictures of the truck, but could not post them on here because…wait for it…they stole my connection wire that I could take the pics off my phone and post them on the computer.  Unreal.  These thieves have stolen so much stuff from me it is unbelievable.  They say crime is up — well you know what I think?  It’s the gangstalkers getting away with stealing because their handlers are allowing it!

**Update:  So more information came to me last night.  Krystal appears to be related to a deputy sheriff.  I saw both him and her.  And not only that, but he gave her access to the intelligence community software that allows them to watch you through video!  Mindblowing.  This is just too, too much for me.  Murderers are given access to watch and harass innocent people who call them out!  Unreal.  Just cannot deal with this where evil ones are now acting like they are the law and have the right to judge law-abiding citizens.

This explains so much of what happened to Kelsey Berreth.  It also leads to huge questions of Krystal’s actions.  She was portrayed as a helpless person who went to a friend who worked for lawyers in town and nobody did anything.  And that Patrick was the mastermind and he was demanding she “clean up”.   If she is related to a sheriff’s deputy, she had all the resources right there to put an end to whatever happened to Kelsey.  She could have called her father the deputy.   She didn’t.  Like I said before, she is guilty as they come.  And the coverup surrounding her is mindblowing.

And a couple came in to the parking lot last night in a huge RV.  At first I was thankful, but now they appear to be part of the stalking.  They “just happen” to come outside the RV just as I was leaving this morning.  More lies to tell of how I was acting pervy, when I was minding my own business.

…so I am pulling into the library parking lot, and I see a woman with a tattoo half-circled around her eyes.

So  she went into the library, and I take a while to get my vehicle situated.

So…she should have been in the library, going about her business, right??

Well, she was.

Then as I come up the ramp they have to get into the building, she comes from inside the library, and stands in the hallway of the ramp.  The ramp leads directly into the main lobby.

So, let me be clear — she was in the library. She came to the door I was coming in and just stands there…with her phone pointed at me, of course.

Scum.  That is what you are. Scumbags.

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