Gang Stalking World

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Spending time with an old love.

Spending time with an old love.

Not what you think. I am spending with an old love indeed, but not what you think. I use to have these other places that I loved hanging out at, before I was fully aware of this weirdness, there was at least one other place that I like hanging out at. It was just a fun place, and I started it.

It was very active, then it had died, and then I had started it up again. It was during my time spent getting harassed at one of the banks, (the one I tried to take to the human rights commission. The one where Carol and Ian called me into Carol’s office and said if I didn’t drop the case, they would ask that I see a company health professional if I choose to go ahead with my case at the commission. Make a stink go see a shrink.) At the time I didn’t know anything about how companies operate and the dirty things they do, I just knew that Carol from HR and Ian my senior manager had just tried something really dirty, and I was just really shocked, and yes I still went ahead with trying to take them to the commission, but that was also where I learnt that there was something systemically wrong. Eg. My multiple lost faxes, my case being switched every week to someone new, my cover page being mysteriously lost, so I would have to start the whole process over again, and it when from there. Fond memories.)

Anyways, three years ago, I had been rejuvenating this place, when I realised that some weirdness was going on. This other place that I liked to hang out at, it was great, I was there almost everyday, I liked the people that hung out there. What was weird is what they would drop hints or say things, or do things that pertained to my offline world. I didn’t know any of these people except for online, so it was weird that they were intimating things about my offline life.

I knew there was something going on, I asked a couple of them that I trusted to tell me what was going on, in subtle ways, but no give, but I knew something was up. So that’s where it began. There is no way that people that I have never met offline, that I only knew online could know anything about my offline world, also most of them were from various countries, or different parts of the country so that also made no sense. That’s when I started to think that maybe I had a key logger on my computer, maybe one of them had sent me an email with something? That didn’t make sense either, because the stuff they were alluding to is not stuff that I kept on my computer, they were mentioning people that I knew in subtle ways, like how the snitches offline, will repeat conversations of our personal life.

So then I thought, maybe someone is watching me from outside. I noticed that were my computer was situated that there was a window and it was conceivable that someone across the other apartment building with a telescope was seeing what i was doing online, and had joined the forum, and was maybe going behind my back and spreading stuff, but then there was more to it than that. Why would these people I trust, just not tell me?

So that’s when I started saying stuff in my apartment, I wanted to see if it would get back to me. Waited long enough and it did, something very specific, from someone very specific that you just don’t hear everyday. The people at work knew specific things that were happening in my apartment, and shortly after that is when I found out I was being followed around on the streets. I didn’t just out of the blue believe it. I went up and down the city, in allies, underground, above, above ground, to one end of the city to the next, lane ways, I was always followed. It was creepy. There was one specific incident that made realise that something was wrong. I was at this one store, and suddenly this guy comes in, he rushed in like it was urgent, but when in the store, all he did was try to listen into what I was saying, he had no other purpose or agenda, and I knew it. I knew he was there for the sole purpose of me, but it made no sense, but it stayed in the back of my mind, it was too specific what had happened. The next time a citizen snitch followed me, I became aware of it. This time it was a woman, she followed me so closely she brushed into me, then I tried to lose her, she would just go everywhere I did, (I kept it subtle, cause I didn’t want them to know that I knew) then finally I thought I had lost her, but what I realised is that another woman had picked up the trail where the first one had left off. This is when I then spent the next few weeks, up and down the city confirming what I knew, felt, but could not believe.

These people had every end of the city monitored, I mean every end of the city, they still didn’t know that I knew at the time. At some point after this or around this time, I came across a posting about Gang Stalking, but when you read about Gang Stalking, you are like, that can’t be happening to me. Vigilante groups, what the heck? However I would also come across more credible sources.

Around this time is when I realized the phones were tapped, all my conversations with every lawyer, had been listened into. That’s how these people always stayed a step ahead, and every time it would look like I was going to go ahead with the harassment case, the harassment would intensify, within the workplace and outside the workplace.

That whole time period is still so confusing, it has a lot of trauma attached to it, but that’s around the time I started trying to talk about it online, the threads getting shut down, deleted, my accounts banned, blocked, it was so weird. How did they have so much influence? How could they get to places I had just registered at and get the accounts banned, or get admins to shut down threads, and this was not just once or twice, this was several incidents.

Anyways I would quit the job, take the next ten months to find out that it was systemic, we live in a corrupt system, I was not the only target that had experienced this, i would learn more about mobbing and the similar experiences in the workplace, via other forums I learnt that sexual harassment targets, mobbing targets, bullying targets, etc, all had similar stories about systemic corruption, lawyers, stories about these people always being one step ahead of the game.

So if you have read my blogs, you know most of the journey after that, and then the site was created, and you have seen it grow, mature, and change as new information becomes available, and now you have a cute ebook that you can get for free, paid for by the blood and trauma of this little journey.

This system has always been in existence in some form or another, the informant system is not new, and it would seem that in every generation most of the population is brought into the fold in one capacity or another, and this has been happening for some time, it’s nothing new. It’s the way the society has always been. In my opinion it’s not a free society, not the way we were taught, or made to believe. Also just because the society has always been this way, does not mean that it should always be this way.

The daily electronic harassment that they are using is no better than how they use to try to whip slaves into submission. Being followed around the city, airplane surveillance, it’s not a free society, but most people are still comfortable enough, still helplessly attached to the system, that they will see you as the enemy, and it’s all so true. The Matrix Movie had more truth than I ever knew.

So back to the old love. I loved that place, but I left that place, because I could not be there, with these people that I had once trusted, who I would in time realise what some of their roles had been, why others could not say anything even though I knew they wanted to at the time, and the rest was pretty easy to fill in after that.

It’s been a journey, I feel like I have done the whole Lord Of The Rings adventure, but only a small part of the world realise there is a dark Sauron army waiting to take over and enslave the world. One ring to rule them all, one government to rule them all. Same thing.

I had stayed away from this place, I had left it to die again, let it get run down again, but recently I returned, and it felt good. I had missed that place. So I performed some long over due maintenance, gave it a new virtual fence so to speak, a new web coat of paint, and it looks so good. It’s such a fun place to be, so I have been spending time with an old love. Not that I don’t love all my Gang Stalking peeps, and my blog, and Gang Stalking World, but it’s been nice spending time with an old love, and so that’s where I have been.

In going over the reasons I left, it brought up a lot of the memories from that time, some that I had not gone over since then, because at the time it was all really confusing, traumatizing, and as I have stated before, that is around the time I was introduced to the fun world of electronic harassment, I guess they hoped I would break down and kill myself, or just go crazy, and drop the suit these people are so messed up it’s not even funny.

Anyways it’s been a fun clip trip through memory lane, but when I got through all the bad memories, I had a lot of other fun ones that could also be accessed and called upon as well. So if you wonder where I am and what I am doing, well I am spending time with an old love.

March 28, 2009 - Posted by | Awareness, Citizen Informants, Civilian Spies, community mobbing, Conformity, Conspiracy, control, Controlled society, Corruption, Electronic harassment, Gang Stalking, Gangstalking | , , , , , , , , , ,

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