Believe it or not

When I verbalized the boarder stop x-rayed my truck for over a half hour. Then the massive waves of nausea. My dog and I both fell ill. I felt as if we were living in the twilight zone.
The ringing sounds in my head, that dribbled on in my ears. Flashing headlights, KGB?
A man spits in my face. A woman dumps a kitten out of the passenger side of the car. In front of me while I'm driving.
People yelling in a small crowd for me to get out.  I wondered under what flag did they live? Because I was taught the United States of America was the home of the free. Free from Tyranny, Free from oppression.
But we all know America is not what she seems. As much as I want this great country to raine supreme, the people especially some of the white people are down right mean, cruel, rude, oppressive and even murderous.
While our lives have twirled into a nightmare. These stories happen all across America.
Isolated by whatever fained readership platform I have been sentenced to. Google has helped my captor es. And I am their toy. I have been for years. When I try to believe everything is just coincidence my brain cant buy it.
My words and actions even my mere existence seems to offend some so  badly they must react. Whether from fear or ignorance who can know.

Recent events have proven we are no longer safe here. Our dream place now castrated and destroyed in a nightmare with authorities and bad neighbors and a community of haters.

We thought our lives were once great. The money was flowing. Both of us were employed. Then weird things were happening. As previously stated, in many other writings.
Our harassers weren't merely harassing us they wanted us dead. They hate me. Because they dont like being cut off by anyone. I put back up a small fence. They have never wanted us to fence this place.
When I tried there were yelling cussing verbal threats. I asked for help but got none. 
Things were beginnging to get clearer.
If they can discredit you they just keep pouncing until you die.

I stay to myself mostly. Once I discovered their thieves sitting next to me in a private forum. I had shared too much. They struck. Destroyed by my own spiritual needs, I resolved myself to never again, but.
Their teeth firmly embedded in our butts. These creatures have been ruining my life. And I have let them. When this first started and I had money, I could have sued.
Now there is just the sand beneath our feet.
Most days physical discomfort takes hold. Former family hate me so we can keep adding to the list.
But who benefit's the most once we are gone from here.?
Neighbors who no longer want to hear about it? Or closer to home and heart.?

After years of this, we decided to give up and leave. Not because other people have made great attempts at getting us out.

Our lives do matter no matter how old or young. All life matters. 

Group stalking in Oregon 2019 April

  My spouse wants me to share with you how I feel daily about being harassed and stalked.

Since I believe my stalker originated from two people with whom we didn't really know and possibly two family member's who have history in a gang.

 Neighbors, who I verbally yelled at, due to them stealing our stuff. Then multiplied to other sick like minded folks. We are no longer allowed to live peacefully.

Knowing this decision carries the responsibility to others like myself, who may find themselves being followed across state lines. Harassed and finally driven out of work. Even physically harmed in some situations.

Feeling helpless and hopeless. Our dream home up for sale. The people had lied when they said they wanted place. What they wanted wasn't free.They have since day one tried to make us leave.

They live off of neighbors like ticks. They didn't need to try to run me off the road. They are suspected in my spouses motor vehicle accident. 

We are slaves to personal belongings now.  Knowing they can pick any lock. Get through any key codes. Enter any vehicle. No one is safe in their homes with out interior locks on everything.

People have shown me group think, is alive and thriving. The anger is all I see most days.
Identifying the players was easy. White middle class, some affluent individuals, possibly police, fire and even retired and some active military. While the members do cross racial lines, this gang is mostly white.

On a Friday I retrieved stalking forms from the local court. Seeing one of the stalkers there. I lost it and raised my voice. "Ask her she knows all about it." I pointed to one of the women who had followed me around town."

We had gone out shopping. We came home to find our photos and videos were wiped, we knew it was definitely group stalking.

I liken this gang as copy cats, to the arrest of the Cabella family in Oregon.
https://abcnews.go.com/US/meet-family-robbers-stole-millions-evaded-police-decade/story?id=40780382


Here is what they do:

Headlight flashing -supposed to let you know they are always watching
Boarder crossing x-ray machine used to lite up your vehicle for tracking.

Simple wires or tiny listening equipment to get intelligence on you the subject - look up Soviet Union wiring devices for listening - using old technology to evade cops.

Statements you have said now repeated in public by strangers again to show group stalking.
Their thieves take small things, coins, stamps, food, wood.

Their first attacks come from dog biscuits, yes conversations and information you share, about your travels through Oregon, Arizona, and Nevada with some parts of California involved.

This gang makes the Cabella family of thieves look like a joke.
If you buy wood, they get more Intel when they converse with you.

Doctors, psychologists, even psychiatrist using old time experimentation to try to make the subject crack, either mentally or physically.
In some cases even murder.

We suspect the police where involved. We asked for a person to be charged so we could go to court. The police did nothing. And have even begun to show their patrol cars around us more. Possibly to intimidate us.  I have to say one police officer did say they were looking into this but they had no hard evidence, everything is too vague.


When asked to explain how I feel, I feel angry. Typical powerlessness. At first confused. Now I just talk to the air most days seeming to be crazy. Yes, I said crazy.

Hate and fear come in many forms. Control has always been mans objective. To control what is uncontrollable in human nature.

Isolation is the main objective. Using group crowding or intimidation when out shopping.
All those cars that suddenly show up at the RV park at the same time. Or at the gas station or your hair salon suddenly has multiple new clients.

Of course nothing is admissible as vague as they try to make things.
And accidents happen. Or they can lie and lock you up.

With so many haters in the world created by religion's  right to exploit the human mind at the pulpit. I feel lucky to have lived over fifty years.

My time may be drawing near, I have no regrets. Because I wont stop talking about the haters and identifying them.

We currently live in Oregon on the coast. These folks followed me to Arizona. State lines and laws they do not fear. Why? Because law enforcement and the federal government appear to part of this.
If your afraid don't be. They live off your fear and frustration. Go live your life be unafraid. That will be your best retribution.

They will steal a new bunch of bananas, then leave two old ones. Their taunting of us is relentless. Because we are older they are attempting to get us out, so they can just steal our property.

Its called erasing and replacing.  Clever and very sick, run by women and men whose soul purpose is to harm the person mentally or emotionally.

What we know they have stolen:

Stamps, coins, wood, food, toilet paper, household goods.
We bought a travel trailer they pulled up in the lot next to ours while at work they changed our new frig with a broken one. A credit card, bank card. They used the money to pay a prisoner in Colorado.
Gasoline, tools, clothing, they even replaced our new clothes with old ones. Shoes, work boots. Lumber, fish food, bird seed all lost weekly, now going on for six years.

Since no one one can file insurance losses for two or three items every day. They have been erasing us for years. Piece by piece. Twenty two reports filed with police all suddenly gone when I called and asked for my case numbers.

The children who they used to perform mass shootings were in fact bullied and harassed so badly even by adults the kids turned to killing. They had no help from any one.
These groups move throughout the USA with out fear of getting caught, why?

These groups are nothing more than American Terrorists, your friends, family and co-workers.

This gang can humiliate, intimidate, harass, and discredit you. If you buy pot you have broken Federal laws. They can incarcerate you. Personal decisions to have a good time or just party can be used against you. Every word you shared is food for their use.

My hope is this article will give someone the hope they need to avoid committing suicide. You are believed. We know the truth.

https://tichronicles.com/2018/11/30/california-state-senator-jerry-hill-informed-about-organized-stalking-torture-and-dr-tomos-bill-proposal/

https://www.fbi.gov/investigate

https://www.nytimes.com/2016/06/11/health/gang-stalking-targeted-individuals.html

Female stalkers

Great, the quiet again. Just my body and mind. Alone like always, now a different smell lingers.
Someone was here, inside my house. I can smell them.


"Why cant they ever just leave me alone. Always pawing through my things. They smell like dirt today. Just dirt and fish."

People began coming into the home we bought from day one, through this writing. They just picked the locks and took what they wanted day after day. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year.


I began observing patterns of being followed. Typical patterns police and military use. At first I thought this was due to security clearance issues with me. But these same men and women were always where I went.

No one gets the insults. For weeks her sons were yelled at daily with the same statement by everyone there, "he is the scary man, right." Adults would direct the childs gaze toward me when I was in my yard. This was clearly indoctrinating childrens minds.

I haven't ever really known them. Our stalkers, harassers. We had purchased a home and people were really attached to it. Apparently an entire neighborhood.

 She sent texts messages to her friends, mostly the ones she had engaged in sex with. Someone showed me the texts. Then she went missing, folks said she moved back to California.

How did I know all of this? They used to talk outside all the time. This woman whom we now knew as my stalker/harasser and her boyfriend were outside when he stated, "Make sure you send a message to everyone so we can keep the pressure on him so he'll move." That was six years ago.



I was at first curious due to all the sexual conquests they had.  But, immediately I knew something wasn't right. These neighbors and the entire community had cops all over them.
What ever these people were into. I wanted them to leave me alone. They began sending their friends, strangers coming around. Same patterns more annoying drivers.

I once over heard three females discussing how to make me angry to get me arrested. Another case report.


Then the teenagers and even younger children started showing up over at their home. After each went indoors loud moans could be heard sometimes screams. Signs about no trespassing seemed invalid at our place afterwards.


Mortified nearly catching a young male child in our yard attempting to open a locked door. I yelled at them to get off the property, the other was a lookout. Another case number.

I called him a bully. Then the airplanes came over day after day. His male ego so bruised, he acted out what he was called.

Two days later, a woman stopped a small car right in front of me. She leaned out smiled at me and dropped a kitten in front of me while driving. For a few weeks yellow cars showed up everywhere
Two people appeared to have multiplied by some miraculous system we weren't privilaged to. They were so embedded with cops I wanted out of the country. But these stalkers had even interfered with my passport.

This wasn't my idea of living, when we bought the place. We loved the yard. More over the big trees. But there was an under current even then. If we would have listened to each other. We wanted out.

Our emotions got the best of us. We were in the deal. What deal?

I began after a few years to feel so angry. I responded by out bursts. Not a good idea in a society now looking to end any up rising citizen they deem trouble, by taking them out. But out of what? And where?

We wondered if things would ever stop. If some how people would wake up and see the truth.


I saw multiple drivers using hand held radios. Cops never monitored those. No one did. Observing what appeared to survalence by others photographing airports. Security systems. Moving women around from RV to truck and on and on.

The week the woman screamed so loud from inside their home. Then voices stating," "Fuck, choke her out. Kill her dam it."
The sounds of cracking, one, two, three, four, five, then one, two, three, four. The sounds were not the usual wood chopping sounds.
They loaded garbage bags into their vehicle and drove off in the night. Splashing water, a woman yelling at someone crying stated, "help me get this shit cleaned up, get it fucking together we don't have time for this."
Splashing water sounds then loudly scrubbing. Sounds of ripping. A strong smell of bleach for nearly a week. And the burning outside was on over drive.

Nothing was to hard for them.


So if these folks were just good old Americans trying to run an infrastructure within. They weren't hiding anything from me. We had photos and videos over 1100. To prove we had been stalked.

All that was wiped away. We were at a loss as to what we had really landed in. Is this the new country the President speaks about?

Day after day flashing headlights traffic pattern too coincidental. Years of coincidence. Who would ever believe us now?
I was ruined professionally, and nearly bankrupt. I was wondering how did I get so angry?


All we knew was here we were in a pile of crap. And accidents sometimes are not just accidents. We landed in this community for a reason. And all though the ride has been made more interesting by stalkers who defy even law enforcement.

As if we live in a community of ghosts. These creatures of the night who are rarely if ever seen, very seldom heard.
We were now surrounded by American terrorists. No one would speak up or out for obvious reasons.

The phone calls came rapidly and repeatedly every five or ten minutes, when they thought the phone was in the house. The repeated calls saying something about safety then hanging up. The laughter behind us in the store, "Oh you know they baby talk to each other, how stupid is that". We do and we heard you.

Constant verbal taunting when I would go to the stores alone, as if we were in grade school. We had to laugh at some of this.
Multiple times men approached me asking if I knew how to spell resistance. These moments happened for weeks.

We began to think I had become famous. You know like the Hollywood people with their stalkers, but we knew the photos taken weren't being posted to make friends. Especially when they spit in my face, later others yelled for me to leave town. Or tried to run me off the road.

Perhaps my blog had found some unseen darkness.

An angry outburst in the courthouse while picking up stalking forms. After seeing one of the females working there. I had to stop and look at my own behavior.
If violence would have solved it maybe we could have punched each other out. This was stalking at its very core. And they showed no signs of stopping.

We believe the female person stalking us works at a company that also offers tire service. That being said, our tires were improperly balanced not once but twice by the same men at the same store. This woman just happens to be a manager at our local store.


It getting dark now and we are conserving. Just needed to tell the story of my stalkers.

Wow, writing had been withdrawn from me rather rapidly over the last six years. Turbulent times, new elections and all the new gadgets popping up, jet packs that can carry a person.
From am radio to stereo and color television. This writer had been working in various jobs now unemployed. Maybe unemployable to some.
The writer inside observes and listens. So many stories to tell. Today there are no follower's here. Alone at last basking in the silence. No emotional outbursts, no verbal threats hurled out, no one giving sign language to me with the f you finger.
Here alone in my head, not a shabby place to be. I think a nap might be good. All those airplanes flying overhead dropping foulness. A bit of rest, then off I go.
 Nice to just be for awhile. Thanks Google for the place to be, when the world and I seem to be at odds.