A Diary Entry from an Electronic Harassment Victim
On 03/16/24, I finished one of my most comprehensive explanations on wireless electronic assault torture, “Analyzing Game Theory: Theology’s Belief in God and Wireless Electronic Assault Torture’s Invitation to Meet Him.” I felt it was “comprehensive” at the time, not in the totality of the essay, but rather in my acquired accumulation of knowledge regarding secret societies, inquisitions, bondage, discipline and sadomasochism, medical sexual fetishes, sadistic personality traits of psychopaths, Dark Triad and Dark Tetrad, the historical re-appearance of malevolence and its subsequent disappearance and then re-appearance in an endless masquerade of malevolent violence inflicted on societies and human populations.
Phenomena peculiar to historical time-periods don’t ever fully vanish, they only transform into something altogether new. Where once we had religious inquisitions and witch hunts, we now have space weapons and remote wireless electromagnetic assault torture.
After I finished editing the document and making the corrections online, I left for my sister’s house. The further I moved away from my neighborhood located near the “Top Road” section of my neighborhood, the fainter and weaker the wireless electronic signal decreased. There is a strong wireless electronic signal located near my home address. But where the “source” of this electromagnetic frequency being directed at people is actually located, remains unclear. It appears remote, wireless, possibly cellular, radio frequency. My biggest fear is that it is located inside of me via an implant. There is definitely something responding to wireless electronic signals directed at my head, teeth, and lower back.
When I arrived at my sister’s at about 1:30 PM, I felt well. I felt like I had been “released” from this horrible torture. I began to feel more “alive” and like myself, happy again. No more remote wireless electronic torture. Then, my sister and her husband arrived home from their “40 minute walk”, and as soon as they entered the house, I began to feel tired. Remote wireless electromagnetic frequency signals were turned on again. Somehow, I was “located.” My happy self was at once eviscerated and replaced with a “dead, numb, dampened down” version via wireless electromagnetic tether. — WHY? Just when I felt more like myself, happy and alive, I didn’t want to drink. I could move around (motion/walk/bend/etc.) and even participate in rhythmic exercise. But this technology depresses me, and I can’t be the “me” I want to be. I am turned into someone else. The someone else my controller wants me to be. So, I turn to alcohol.
I’m confronted with an unfortunate reality. Is it my sister and her husband doing this to me? But then, why is my black neighbor being affected too?! Why have other neighbors claimed similar experiences?
I stayed until 7:00 PM because college basketball was on and it’s March Madness. I love watching these young men play basketball. So motivated, strong, agile, and powerful. Such bright futures await all of them, hopefully. They are all so keenly aware of the futures and that makes these young men pull moves out of thin air and win in the last seconds by just a small margin. Aces! Thrilling and joyful to watch. THEY ARE TRULY AMAZING KIDS!
I didn’t want to drink. I wanted to leave and come home, take a shot of Nyquil and go to bed. Then, my sister offered rather sarcastically, “So are you here for $6?” Like that was the only reason why I came over. Since I’ve have been tortured with this god offal technology, it seems like that is the only reason why I visit them sometimes. I can understand here point, but this was not the reason. The credit card bills had arrived in the mail and my mom’s health insurance bill too, time sensitive stuff. I told her I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, as I wasn’t really in the mood for drinking. But then, I have this lurking fear. If I don’t take the money, and I come home, and I’m tortured even worse, I won’t have anything to turn to, to help me through it. No other “coping skill or technique”, as if some psychic meditation might defend against wireless electronic assault torture and remote wireless touching of my genitals via wireless electronic stimulation. So, I took the money. I left my sister’s house, I arrived home. I didn’t go to the liquor store. I didn’t want to drink. I came immediately home, and I am home for only, maybe 5 minutes, and then I start getting electronically targeted. Someone knows I’ve arrived home. So, I left and went to my local liquor store to purchase alcohol, AGAIN.
If this technology was turned off or somehow obliterated from existence, I would exercise just as much as, possibly even more than, I drink alcohol. And since I have been studying psychoanalysis, and psychoanalysis is interested in motivation, this is the reason I have concluded for its clandestine, malevolent motivations to be. To promote the consumption of alcohol and to eviscerate any possibility of recovery, repair, and wellness. This is a paranoia that runs so deep in the creator’s psyche. That is, the creator of this technological torture’s psyche. The creator is the one in control of my body and choices. I am the creator’s toy object with which he/she controls his/her inner fears and outer experiences via the creative perversion of the anal-sadistic universe by triumphantly destroying me. It is the only way I think this person can experience “joy”. This is because the moment his/her ego collapsed in on itself through whatever traumatic experience he/she endured, the possibility of “normal joy,” possibly even normal sexual relations, was eviscerated and replaced with “malevolent/malignant joy.” This is the manic psychic defense of the paranoid schizoid “to be known” and, at the same time, "remain hidden.” To want a form of “social interaction, even bonding” with another human being, yet, at the same time, to remain obscured through a veil, a theater curtain, a remote device, like the Phantom of the Opera hiding his hideous deformity.
Although, I am not privy to the true psychological profile of this evil monster, it is only an assumption based on his/her need to constantly defend against the “death fear of the ego” and “play with my body” to control its appearance and my health and wellness. To punish me as he/she sees fit for “my mysterious rule breaking.” Exercise is critical for defying the aging process, staying thin, and maintaining health and wellness. Excessive drinking and overeating is not.
The problem with me using technological devices like my cell phone and laptop is they both run with “location services and require remote wireless electronic frequency (wi-fi)” to connect to the internet. And as I write this, March 17, 2024 on St. Patrick’s Day, I just witnessed at approximately 11:18 AM, what appears to be the remote accessing of my laptop or the presence of an electromagnetic frequency interference, the keyboard lights up brighter, accompanied by a remote wireless electronic signal latching onto my lower back (wireless electronic vibration). This allows whoever is stalking me to locate me in my house, alongside my laptop, and cell phone too! I feel it all the time as I move around my house. It allows whoever is watching me to “monitor” my activity (e.g.: If I am taking a shower, using the toilet, washing dishes in the kitchen, cooking, or doing laundry in the basement, even whether I am laying down on my couch watching TV or sitting upright in a chair, sleeping in my bedroom or having sex, even EXERCISING IN MY LIVINGROOM via sound and echo location and movement.) Although, a laptop or cell phone isn’t required, the technology is capable of doing this all on its own. So, as to where the technological control center is located remains a mystery. The signal seems to be rooted in satellite technology and cellular technology and may run on Google Map services (Google Earth) and the internet.
