Gang Stalking and Covert Torture — The Current State of Affairs
"They make sharp attacks on the soul of the righteous one And pronounce wicked even the blood of the innocent one. But Jehovah will become a secure height for me, And my God the rock of my refuge. . ." —Psalm 94:21-23
I have endured a continuous barrage of physical and psychological abuse that spans more eleven years at this point. The fact that I have survived, and even prospered in spite of it all is no doubt, deeply disturbing to my antagonists. They want to bring this to an end. I believe, that there is now a coordinated effort to deprive me of my ability to earn an income, my place of residence, and to destroy my credit history by the covert Federal agencies responsible for the directed energy weapons torture and psychological aggression I have undergone for the past eleven years. Here is a chain of events that began last week that leads me to this conclusion.
About 2 weeks ago, I went to the Dept. of Motor Vehicle in the municipal court building in downtown Phoenix to update the address on my license. Even though I had submitted the request twice in the past year (in person and online), my former address was still on their records, and my driver's license.
A rather interesting chain of events took place as soon as I entered the DMV office. The office is tiny, and two clerks, one White, one Black, were assisting customers. I obtained a numbered ticket for order of service as asked (there are no others customers in the office except one being served) and fill out the application for change-of-address. The Black clerk complains that her computer has suddenly frozen, and nothing she does can get her back into the system. As a result, she can no longer help customers. The White clerk gets an immediate phone call, and begins rapidly scribbling some instructions she is getting from the caller. Her furtive glances tells me that the call is most likely about me. Within the next five minutes, a man, perhaps a plainclothes officer or agent, walks in and sits in a position that allows him to observe any transactions between clerk and customer. She then calls my number for assistance. She does a bit of typing on the computer, and then asks if I want to keep my current license or get a new one. Here is where the logic of this moment escapes me. If the fee I am paying is for the purpose of issuing a new driver's license, why offer it as an option? Nevertheless, I keep my thoughts to myself. Maintaining my pleasant demeanor, I go through the process of having a new ID photo taken. Finally, a new license is issued that reflects my current address.
I took this step because I slowly came to realize that no government records had my proper address. The IRS (Internal Revenue Service) records reflect my address from more than five years ago in Newark, NJ, even though I have followed their instructions regarding address change on at least three separate occasions. As a result, I have not gotten mail from them for more than three years. Also, my bank, which does have my current address, advised me that all mail sent to me is always returned undeliverable (for more than six months).
What should I make of this? Do the Federal agencies responsible for my torture and harassment have a hand in this? Are they willfully seeking to obscure my identity and location?
Other events happen in rapid succession that are worth noting. To be continued . . .