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.

Password:  my birthdate.  Just the month, spelled out, plus the date. I hope you remember it. 🙂

…just a quick blog because I am severely sleep deprived and can hardly put two words together.

I was hit last night while trying to sleep in my camper.  Then the person climbed on top of the camper.  I think they were thinking of putting something down the air vent, but it is blocked.

I punched the panic button on the truck and got out of the camper.

Behind me was a 2002 (?) Camry with its lights on.  As I got in the truck, the Camry pulled up to be even with me and then turned around, with headlights towards me.  Then they took off.

I filed a police report but the officer said that the damage did not look like from a car.  Perhaps a truck.  I dunno, all I saw was the Camry behind me.

There’s a lot more stuff this weekend, but like I said, I am sleep deprived and not really with it.  And I believe this is a crucial time for the satanists because they have been coming to me in visions every single night.

I remember at this time last year was when the kid hit me from behind and bent the frame on the truck.  Don’t believe in coincidences, so probably was intentional, now that I look back. This is when Hurricane Katrina took place, also.  Lots of Hurricanes happened on 8/29.  So yeah, looks like HELL week for me and the rest of us Good Hearts.

https://biblehub.com/niv/2_chronicles/17.htm

1Jehoshaphat his son succeeded him as king and strengthened himself against Israel. 2He stationed troops in all the fortified cities of Judah and put garrisons in Judah and in the towns of Ephraim that his father Asa had captured.

3The Lord was with Jehoshaphat because he followed the ways of his father David before him. He did not consult the Baals 4but sought the God of his father and followed his commands rather than the practices of Israel. 5The Lord established the kingdom under his control; and all Judah brought gifts to Jehoshaphat, so that he had great wealth and honor. 6His heart was devoted to the ways of the Lord; furthermore, he removed the high places and the Asherah poles from Judah.

A couple more things —

Some things people said this week were sad to hear.

A woman said to me that this whole covid19 “crises” , is God’s punishment to us.

God is not the one causing what is going on.  Try a little lower. Those who are evil are doing this. All negative energy is satan.  All positive energy is God’s.

And God knew this was going to happen and gave us everything we need to have healthy bodies. It is we whom have poisoned our water.  It is we whom have poisoned the air.  It is we whom have genetically modified food and other things that God created.  Food is medicine.  Good, clean, chemically and biologically correct food.

According to Dutchsinse, Idaho is due for another 6.0 – 6.5 earthquake within the next week.