MALICIOUS ‘GASLIGHTING’ BY MIL CONTRACTOR GANG STALKING BLACK OPS
• When an unusual, needed hardware item pops up in a thrift store record bin, neatly packaged, just the right color, this unjustly “targeted individual” knows it’s no happy coincidence; another government-sponsored gang stalking “black op” is underway.
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What are the odds that this extrajudicially persecuted journalist would find just the right porcelain sink crack filler I’d been shopping around for -- in a record bin at a Salvation Army store? And then, just minutes later, I would find a book about the Bush family dynasty, a work recommended to me in these blog comments pages, at a Goodwill store that I am also known to frequent?
As N.C.I.S. Special Agent Gibbs says on TV, “I don’t believe in coincidences.”
It’s quite obvious to me that the war criminal felons of Lockheed Martin, who run the clandestine “gang stalking” community policing black ops for the federal government’s fusion center network and its rogue agencies and commands, had their brownshirts plant those items in stores that are among my favorite haunts – after their illicit, invasive high-tech surveillance of my home revealed the items would be on my personal shopping list.
Several days ago, a large chip suddenly appeared in the bowl of a bathroom sink. (This happened a couple days after my daughter and I were discussing similar damage in her apartment bathroom.) Fractured shards of porcelain, which, when put together, formed the shape of the chip, laid on the sink bottom. The underlayment in the chipped area exhibited a tiny circular-shaped etching – perhaps as if two triangulated microwave particle beams had intersected at that precise spot, causing the porcelain surface to shatter like glass.
And while I am no scientist, and I can offer no conclusive proof, my research and my past experiences with similar phenomena lead me to conclude that is precisely what happened.
(And that fact that my computer cursor is jumping around the page, interfering with my ability to write this account, also indicates to me that the fusion center goons surveilling my every keystroke know full well that my theory is correct.)
I had seen this magic show before. A couple of months ago, as I was walking out of my kitchen, the tablecloth and a set of salt-and-pepper shakers began to slide across the table, seemingly of their own volition. A moment later, I heard what sounded like shattering glass – and the objects CONTINUED to slide along with the tablecloth and finally drop to the floor. One of the shakers survived intact – but the other one shattered in pieces – BEFORE IT HIT THE FLOOR.
When I reassembled the shards of the shaker, I was amazed to see that the pieces fit perfectly together, around a small hole that was slightly smaller in diameter than a single BB shot.
I am convinced by this forensic evidence that what I had witnessed was TELEKINESIS – the movement of distant objects by an electromagnetic particle beam energy force created by the intersection of two triangulated scalar electromagnetic waves.
About a year ago, I felt a hot stinging sensation on my right hand and looked down to see a small reddish welt develop below the knuckle of one of my fingers. It was the first and, to date, the only time that I had directly witnessed the physical effects of what I am certain was an electromagnetic attack upon my person by war criminal operatives of Lockheed Martin, who exercise operational command and control over the cell tower- mounted directed energy weapon system being used to torture, impair, and, judging from these kind of incidents, to TERRORIZE unknowing American citizens – silent and sadistic no-touch torture.
So yesterday (April 18th), when I looked into that Salvation Army bin of cassette tapes and saw just the right color of “porcelain crack filler,” neatly packaged in a brand-new bottle inside a sealed plastic bag, I knew that once again I was being “gaslighted” – another attempted “psyche out” psychological operation right out of the military intelligence black ops playbook. (The term “gaslighting” derives from the title of the old Ingrid Bergman movie, Gaslight, in which an evil husband stages sadistic physical tricks on his wife in an attempt to make her think that she’s going crazy.)
My tormentors know I am not fooled by these stunts. Their intent now is not to trick or deceive as much as it is to intimidate and threaten – to let me know that whatever I do, whatever I say, wherever I go, they are listening, watching, tracking my every move.
I took the bottle of porcelain filler up to the counter along with several Frank Sinatra tapes. It’s also no accident that “The Voice” happens to be one of my favorite singers, leading me to surmise that the tapes were planted in the thrift store along with the crack filler, in a place where the goon squad knew I would be looking.
“How much is this bottle?” I inquired of the young woman with a prominent tattoo on her right arm who was stationed at the register.
As if on cue, she launched into her “store theater” routine:
“Oh, in the hardware store, you’d pay several dollars for that. How about if I charge you 49 cents? (That was the same price listed on the sign for each cassette tape I purchased.) You’re getting a real bargain!”
She broke into the kind of smarmy, knowing smile that just made me cringe with revulsion.
“You know something?” I said to her, staring into her eyes. “I have a feeling that you knew I’d be coming in here and that I’d be interested in that item – and I think that someone came in here with it and asked you to put it in the with the records, where I’d find it. Isn’t that right?”
The corners of the young woman’s mouth turned up in the telltale expression of a child caught telling a bold-faced lie. She did not say, “Sir, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Instead, she giggled and smirked , laughing. She said words to this effect:
“Oh, do you think someone like me would do anything like THAT?!”
“Actually,” I replied with a smile, “I think you would, and you did. So why don’t you just tell me the truth?”
She didn’t get angry, or seem insulted. She just shrugged it off with another polite denial that this was a put up job in progress.
I paid for the items and put the cash register receipt in my pocket for safekeeping – in the event that the intent of my tormentors might involve an attempt to use my bargain acquisition of a needed hardware item to somehow set me up for a frame-up – something I believe they’ve repeatedly tried to do over the past seven years, since I first became aware that I was being thrown into an extrajudicial, police-protected, military contractor/fusion center- directed gang stalking persecution matrix.
Oh wait – I almost forgot. I also discovered that book about the Bush dynasty – “Family of Secrets” – less than an hour later when I visited a second nearby thrift store, this one, a Goodwill Industries outlet. There was the book recommended by a frequent commenter to my blog, right on the middle bookshelf where I couldn’t miss seeing it. Another bargain: only a buck.
Well, I thought to myself, other books are priced at 99 cents, too, so what the hell?
But again, I made sure to hold on to that receipt, just in case my tormentors try to conflate my purchase with a recent visit I may have made to a retail book store. Because, I have learned, that’s the kind of deceitful frame-up in which these black operations squads specialize.
They know I am out to put them in federal prison, hopefully sometime in the near future, along with the government overlords who know exactly what they are doing; so I would put nothing past them when it comes to their attempts to “neutralize” me. Nothing.
FOR MORE OF VIC LIVINGSTON’S REPORTING ON AMERICA’S SHAMEFUL GOVERNMENT-BACKED TORTURE MATRIX:nowpublic.com/world/u-s-silently-tortures-americans-cell-tower-microwaves
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