A Time To "Put Away Childish Things . . ."
This is part of my ongoing account as a victim of gangstalking and directed energy weapons harassment for more than ten years. These government sponsored psychological attacks are an effort to cause the self destruction of targeted individuals by an attack on the mind and emotions. This essay reveals some of the lessons learned as a victim of such harassment.
Gangstalking, and other forms of psychological attacks are, at their very core, a form of adversity. Therefore, like any adversity we may undergo, they ruthlessly reveal our emotional weaknesses. That is not necessarily a bad thing. That same adversity now offers us the opportunity to cultivate and strengthen emotional virtues that equip us to successfully face this and future challenges. The childish traits that cause us to react poorly can be replaced with a powerful and enduring strength-of-character. Today, was for me, a time to “put away childish things” . . . Let me explain.
I was in Papago Park, a scrub brush, sand and rock-filled desert preserve near my home in downtown Phoenix, Arizona. I often use this setting for improving my compositional skills as a photographer. As is my custom, I was in Papago Park today to capture some of the warm late-afternoon winter light that makes for great photos. Of course, the “gang-stalkers” engaged in my harassment follow me into this setting, like any other. One of their typical tactics is to pretend to be an amorous couple while keeping me under surveillance.
There was one such couple in Papago Park today, tracking my movements. As I setup my camera and tripod, they stood perhaps 60 feet behind me out of my line of sight. However, by using the reflection in the rear LCD of my digital camera like a mirror, I could see that they were watching me intently. When I turned around, now facing them, they quickly resumed their “cover” as an amorous couple. This sun-baked, shadeless, open desert setting is perhaps the least comfortable place in all of Phoenix for a couple to be necking and petting. Yet, there they were, glancing at me repeatedly as I photographed the landscape.
The human ego is a childish thing that must be put away. Especially when one is the target of repeated psychological attacks. One can go for years maintaining needed self-control and yet, in an unguarded moment, allow the childish ego to rear its ugly head. Normally, I ignore these gangstalkers. Yet, on this occasion, my foolish ego got the best of me. I proceeded to walk over to them.
If and when I choose to do so, by combining my physical bearing (over 6 feet tall and in reasonably good shape) with an authoritative tone, I can become an intimidating presence. Using that ill-chosen talent, I asked to take their picture, something they were loathe to allow. While my words were carefully chosen for their innocence, they were said in such a way that subtly acknowledged that I knew why they were there. The tenor of my speech was also mildly condescending. However, I did not use profanity or threaten. We had a few tension-filled words of conversation. They became very uncomfortable with the idea of having their photo taken and left the area.
For a quick moment I felt a sense of having won a small victory. That was quickly replaced with a deep sense of shame. What I had just done was immature and unacceptable. By that one childish act, I had given my persecutors a victory. For years they have tried to rob me of my dignity. In that one moment, I voluntarily handed over what they could not gain by torture and humiliation for over ten years. I had become no better than my persecutors. In a small way, I was now imitating their cruel thinking and behavior.
The person who takes an illicit pleasure in humiliating others is like a man who mutilates himself and then laughs at his wretched condition in the mirror. We are all part of the same human family. Humiliating others is an expression of the low regard we have for our ourselves.
Interestingly, as I observed today, many of those who are used as “gangstalkers” come from the same working class backgrounds as the people they victimize. This strategy by the covert government agencies that exploit them is not without precedent.
The Nazi’s used a similar strategy in the concentration camps to oppress prisoners. They would select certain prisoners to work inside Nazi concentration camps during World War II in various lower administrative positions. Called Kapos, they would receive more privileges than normal prisoners in exchange for their keeping their fellow prisoners in line. The Kapos, many of whom were Jewish, often proved to be more brutal and oppressive toward their fellow prisoners than the SS Guards. In fact, many who served as Kapos were so brutal in their treatment of fellow prisoners that they were tried along with Nazi officers for war crimes at the end of World War II. The word Kapos, which means “combat police” in German, has since come to mean a “self-loathing Jew’ because of the notorious behavior of Jewish Kapos toward their brethren in the concentration camps. This same cruelty is seen in the actions of modern day “gangstalkers.” Their psychological brutality is directed towards their own neighbors, persons much like themselves. In a real sense, they are modern-day Kapos.
Gangstalking is a "childish thing." Those who employ it avoid the honest, open communication and interaction characteristic of mature individuals, using spite, hubris and cowardly mob violence to address disputes they have with fellowmen. Gangstalking and other psychological attacks are not tools of those who have "put away childish things."
Knowing this, I am more determined than ever to avoid the cruel thinking of my persecutors. As that gangstalking couple walked away, I had to stand there for a few minutes pondering my own actions. I said a silent prayer, asking for God’s forgiveness. I was intent on apologizing if I saw those two individuals again. Irregardless of how I am treated, I must retain my dignity and humanity and reject injustice of any sort when dealing with my fellow man. That is the mark of a mature man who has “put away childish things.”
“When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.” - 1 Corinthians 13:11 King James Version
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